Two very different people. Two very different problems. Running from the same thing. *** Crummy basement. Dissecting dead aliens. Identifying tiny pieces of recent--or ancient--UFO's supplied by none other than the infamous SHIELD. Trust me, it's not as great as it sounds; I should know. Why? Because I work there. Against my will, I assure you. And when SHIELD doesn't trust you, working there is boring... And I hate being bored... *** I wish life were more boring. Maybe it's my own fault, working for SHIELD. Never a dull moment in the field. The worst part is, I don't even need SHIELD to make things interesting. I've got Tony Stark's number--unfortunately--and I've got a big, messy past, with an even bigger, messier family. The road has been bumpy to get me where I stand today. The trip isn't even halfway over. Guess I'd better hold on tight.
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