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I was happily walking down the hallway without a care in the world when a strange pair of shoes appeared in front of me. They were men’s shoes, so that discarded Natasha (unless she was under cover, but why would she be under cover in the Tower?), too Earth like to be of Loki or Thor, not-so expensive to be of Tony, and definitely not Bruce’s, Steve’s or Clint’s style.
“Oh, I give up. Who are you?” I shouted to the mysterious shoes.
The owner of the shoes must not have noticed me before because he gasped. I tried to look up at him but my neck hurt from bending so I would have to wait to know how he looked like.
Thankfully, the wait wasn’t for long because the guy crouched down to see me and I saw him better. He looked to be a balding middle aged man in a suit and looked quite badass from my first impression of him.
“I’m Phil Coulson and who are you? Or better yet, what are you?”
Again with the damn question. Couldn’t people just say ‘Oh nice to meet you’ or ‘How are you?’? Noooo, they went with the classic ‘What are you?’
“I’m Amber and I’m confused as to your presence in this building.”
He chuckled. “Well, Amber, I’m from S.H.I.E.L.D. and I help out the Avengers.”
“Oh, really?” I didn’t know the Avengers needed help from a shield. The things you learn every day. “And how do you help them?”
“I make sure they don’t get in trouble and that they can be located when in need.”
“So, you’re like their babysitter?”
He chuckled again. “Sort of, yes. I prefer the term handler. And what are you doing with the Avengers?”
“I honestly don’t know. I crashed in their place and since they aren’t kicking me out any time soon, I believe I’ll stay here for a while.”
Awkward silence fell after that.
“Well, nice to meet you, you seem nice, keep up with the good work, but I need to get going to do… whatever I was going to do before you came.”
I tried walking away but something was tugging at my shirt and it kept me from going. I tried to budge and release myself but it was useless, it was too strong. Suddenly I was lifted up in the air and I turned around to find two of his fingers grabbing the back of my shirt.
“What the heck? I thought we were good!”
“I’m sorry Amber, but since you’re going to be staying with the Avengers, I need to report you to Fury.”
“What?! You can’t do that!” He ignored me and dropped me in his chest pocket.
“If you think I’m going peacefully, you’re wrong!” I started moving around on his pocket, knowing fully well how uncomfortable that felt to him. “You like that? There’s more from where that came from!” I rubbed my back against the pocket and then jumped around. I also did the chicken dance and the moonwalk, but those were just because I was in the mood. After five minutes, I was tired and lay down trying to catch my breath.
“Okay, you’re tougher than what I thought. Can you stop by and get me something to drink?”
He must have heard me (or maybe he had been listening on everything I said before but purposefully ignored me) because he stopped in a café and got a bottle of water. While we were waiting in the line, I happened to catch snippets of what was on the Tv in the café.
“Wait, is that Ace of Cakes?”

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“Oh please, Phoebe and Joey definitely had a thing going on. Had she not married Mike, they would have totally dated.”
Phil turned out to be a really nice guy and we bonded over a bottle of water. I discovered we shared many things, the best being Tv shows and movies. I confessed my super-secret love of Pride and Prejudice, but only after I made him swear on his vintage Captain America’s collection that he wouldn’t tell anyone, especially the others (I shuddered at the idea of Tony getting wind of it). That was the weird thing about him, his strange fascination with Steve, and he showed me his vintage card collection, which was completed. Well, everybody had their quirks.
We were nearing Fury’s office so I got a little nervous. Even after Phil assured me he was a good guy, I was a little uneasy over the fact that he was the director of an organization of spies. And he wears an eye patch, and that’s never the sign of someone being friendly.
Holding me in his hand at plain view, hee entered Fury’s office. He was busy in some papers to turn immediately to us.
“Coulson, for the last time, I’m not going to let you know of Roger’s address…”
He finally looked up and stared at me.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
Phil was trying to ignore the awkwardness of the moment and stared at the window.
I was the first to blink, thus ending the staring match (which was quite an accomplishment for Fury not to blink considering he only had one eye). He narrowed his eyes at us and turned to Phil.
“Explain.”

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3rd P.o.v.

“Sir, you have a call from Director Fury.”
The Avengers who were currently relaxing in the living room didn’t take such an event as strange, considering Director Fury had a tendency to interrupt their daily lives.
“Put him on screen, Jarvis.”
They turned to look at what the Director had for them this time. What they did not expect was a full view of a window office, with no one on screen.
“How do you control this thing?” They were stunned on hearing a familiar voice coming from Fury’s office.
“I told you not to touch the controls!”
“I swear I didn’t! I fell on them, which is entirely different.”
They heard an annoyed sigh coming through the live footage. “Move aside, I’m going to put us on screen.”
“No, wait! I think I got the hang of it!” Suddenly the camera started spinning uncontrollably and making Thor and Steve dizzy from lack of experience with bad screening videotaping.
“$%&#! Stop pushing any buttons!”
The camera finally stopped at the sight of an irritated Fury and Amber smiling at them from the position on Fury’s desk.
“Hey guys! Fury’s okay with me living with you! Oh, and did you know that he keeps in his drawer…!” She stopped talking after feeling the one eyed glare coming from Director Nick Fury, which was tangible enough to be felt.
“Anywho, I’m going to be late since Phil is taking me out to see Cats, so don’t wait up.” Amber was cheerfulness seemed to be getting to Fury’s nerve from the look he had on.
“Just keep her away from here.” Fury stated but at least he wasn’t glaring anymore, and then he ended the call.
The Avengers resumed whatever they were doing, and Thor was silently wondering why anyone would spend so much time looking at cats, but dismissed it as a Midguardian thing.

Description
I was happily walking down the hallway without a care in the world when a strange pair of shoes appeared in front of me. They were men’s shoes, so that discarded Natasha (unless she was under cover, but why would she be under cover in the Tower?), too Earth like to be of Loki or Thor, not-so expensive to be of Tony, and definitely not Bruce’s, Steve’s or Clint’s style.
“Oh, I give up. Who are you?” I shouted to the mysterious shoes.
The owner of the shoes must not have noticed me before because he gasped. I tried to look up at him but my neck hurt from bending so I would have to wait to know how he looked like.
Thankfully, the wait wasn’t for long because the guy crouched down to see me and I saw him better. He looked to be a balding middle aged man in a suit and looked quite badass from my first impression of him.
“I’m Phil Coulson and who are you? Or better yet, what are you?”
Again with the damn question. Couldn’t people just say ‘Oh nice to meet you’ or ‘How are you?’? Noooo, they went with the classic ‘What are you?’
“I’m Amber and I’m confused as to your presence in this building.”
He chuckled. “Well, Amber, I’m from S.H.I.E.L.D. and I help out the Avengers.”
“Oh, really?” I didn’t know the Avengers needed help from a shield. The things you learn every day. “And how do you help them?”
“I make sure they don’t get in trouble and that they can be located when in need.”
“So, you’re like their babysitter?”
He chuckled again. “Sort of, yes. I prefer the term handler. And what are you doing with the Avengers?”
“I honestly don’t know. I crashed in their place and since they aren’t kicking me out any time soon, I believe I’ll stay here for a while.”
Awkward silence fell after that.
“Well, nice to meet you, you seem nice, keep up with the good work, but I need to get going to do… whatever I was going to do before you came.”
I tried walking away but something was tugging at my shirt and it kept me from going. I tried to budge and release myself but it was useless, it was too strong. Suddenly I was lifted up in the air and I turned around to find two of his fingers grabbing the back of my shirt.
“What the heck? I thought we were good!”
“I’m sorry Amber, but since you’re going to be staying with the Avengers, I need to report you to Fury.”
“What?! You can’t do that!” He ignored me and dropped me in his chest pocket.
“If you think I’m going peacefully, you’re wrong!” I started moving around on his pocket, knowing fully well how uncomfortable that felt to him. “You like that? There’s more from where that came from!” I rubbed my back against the pocket and then jumped around. I also did the chicken dance and the moonwalk, but those were just because I was in the mood. After five minutes, I was tired and lay down trying to catch my breath.
“Okay, you’re tougher than what I thought. Can you stop by and get me something to drink?”
He must have heard me (or maybe he had been listening on everything I said before but purposefully ignored me) because he stopped in a café and got a bottle of water. While we were waiting in the line, I happened to catch snippets of what was on the Tv in the café.
“Wait, is that Ace of Cakes?”

Line break

“Oh please, Phoebe and Joey definitely had a thing going on. Had she not married Mike, they would have totally dated.”
Phil turned out to be a really nice guy and we bonded over a bottle of water. I discovered we shared many things, the best being Tv shows and movies. I confessed my super-secret love of Pride and Prejudice, but only after I made him swear on his vintage Captain America’s collection that he wouldn’t tell anyone, especially the others (I shuddered at the idea of Tony getting wind of it). That was the weird thing about him, his strange fascination with Steve, and he showed me his vintage card collection, which was completed. Well, everybody had their quirks.
We were nearing Fury’s office so I got a little nervous. Even after Phil assured me he was a good guy, I was a little uneasy over the fact that he was the director of an organization of spies. And he wears an eye patch, and that’s never the sign of someone being friendly.
Holding me in his hand at plain view, hee entered Fury’s office. He was busy in some papers to turn immediately to us.
“Coulson, for the last time, I’m not going to let you know of Roger’s address…”
He finally looked up and stared at me.
I stared at him.
He stared at me.
Phil was trying to ignore the awkwardness of the moment and stared at the window.
I was the first to blink, thus ending the staring match (which was quite an accomplishment for Fury not to blink considering he only had one eye). He narrowed his eyes at us and turned to Phil.
“Explain.”

Line break
3rd P.o.v.

“Sir, you have a call from Director Fury.”
The Avengers who were currently relaxing in the living room didn’t take such an event as strange, considering Director Fury had a tendency to interrupt their daily lives.
“Put him on screen, Jarvis.”
They turned to look at what the Director had for them this time. What they did not expect was a full view of a window office, with no one on screen.
“How do you control this thing?” They were stunned on hearing a familiar voice coming from Fury’s office.
“I told you not to touch the controls!”
“I swear I didn’t! I fell on them, which is entirely different.”
They heard an annoyed sigh coming through the live footage. “Move aside, I’m going to put us on screen.”
“No, wait! I think I got the hang of it!” Suddenly the camera started spinning uncontrollably and making Thor and Steve dizzy from lack of experience with bad screening videotaping.
“$%&#! Stop pushing any buttons!”
The camera finally stopped at the sight of an irritated Fury and Amber smiling at them from the position on Fury’s desk.
“Hey guys! Fury’s okay with me living with you! Oh, and did you know that he keeps in his drawer…!” She stopped talking after feeling the one eyed glare coming from Director Nick Fury, which was tangible enough to be felt.
“Anywho, I’m going to be late since Phil is taking me out to see Cats, so don’t wait up.” Amber was cheerfulness seemed to be getting to Fury’s nerve from the look he had on.
“Just keep her away from here.” Fury stated but at least he wasn’t glaring anymore, and then he ended the call.
The Avengers resumed whatever they were doing, and Thor was silently wondering why anyone would spend so much time looking at cats, but dismissed it as a Midguardian thing.