"State your full name, please."

"Philip John Coulson."

"S.H.I.E.L.D is a hidden, high risk agency of espionage. Why do you want to work for S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"I have knowledge I know an every day human shouldn't know. I know that us humans aren't the only thing on this planet. And that there are people with worse intentions than Hitler. I want to use my knowledge to protect the people that don't know-which would be the 90% of the human population. I want to put myself first in the line to find out who's an ally or who's a foe." 

"Your answer to the next question will not leave this room and will be recorded in your file that can only be accessible by the correct authorization when of absolute necessity. In the case that you or your identity become compromised, I need of you a safe word, something only you-the real Philip John Coulson- would know of you."

"Lola." 

"And Lola is..."

"My red Corvette." 

"Ok, Phil Coulson. You are done with orientation. Next up, go out the door, walk 10 feet to the left, enter the first door on your right and you should be in the great hall. You will receive  your identification card and the name of you Supervising Officer. Good day."

Coulson got off the metal chair, and fixing his tie, walked out the door and to the great hall. Academy of Operations. The hall was filled with people, half standing in lines to get their cards, the other huddled in groups, most chatting up what was written on the small white cards in their hands. 

Next! By the time he was called up, Coulson had taken in most of the information he deemed important about the people and the layout of the building they were in. Coulson was noting in his head the number of possible exits up from the windows when he turned to look at the guy at the table.

"Name please," the short man in the suit asked.

"Uhhh, weren't you just in the room with the-the questioning and the-" Coulson asked confused, not believing his eyes.

"Oh! You had orientation with my brother. He's Jayden. I'm Kayden. What is your name? You know, I gotta give you your identification card. It's very important that you have an i.d. card. I think they're so cool!" 

yes, yes it is what you think it is.

"My name's Phil Coulson."

"Good, good. B.C, C.C, E.C, L.C, O.C, P-P there it is. Phil Coulson, here's your identification card. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Good day."

"You forgot to tell me who my S.O. is."

"Excuse me?"

"My S.O.?"

"Oh, my apologies. So many cards here you kn-Oh My GOD!"

"What?" Coulson asked leaning in."

"You're not gonna believe this!"

"Is he that bad?"

"You must be that good?"

"I'm guessing you got Nick Furry too huh?" Coulson turned to the new voice that had butted in.

"My card guy had the same reaction. John Garret." He extended a hand which Coulson strongly shook. 

"Phil Coulson. Who's Nick Fury?" Coulson took his card from Kayden and walked off next to Garrett.

"Top of the graduating class, two years ago. He was supposed to have been a senior this year. Already made his way to HQ. He's that good, meaning you and I have to have been really good to have him."

"You guys got Fury?"

"And you are?" Garrett asked with a cocked brow.

"Jasper Sitwell. This is Felix Blake."

"Fury huh? I would guess he'd be the first to go rogue, break from S.H.I.E.L.D, with his off the book methods. Very anti-regime-" 

"You got something to say, Mr. Blake?" the appearance of a tall African American, with magnanimous authority glowing off him, turned Blake's scorn into a frown. 

"S.H.I.E.L.D is not my profession. It is my life, it is my style. And when I think that the book rules are stupid-ass and I can find a better way that does not require much collateral, I elect to ignore the book rule. When you find yourself in a situation, without your handy-dandy book in your damn hands-"

"Fury, are you picking on my NAT*s?" Agent Pierce, complete with the side combed yellow hair in a silver suit walked up behind Blake and Sitwell.

"How lovely it is that they're yours, now my team has some personal competition..."

As Nick Fury established his enmity with Alexander Pierce, Garrett noticed a girl amongst them and pointed her out to Coulson as she walked closer.

"Man, everywhere I go, there gotta be girls! Can't have enough of me."

"NAT Garrett." Fury was about to reprimand Garrett for his harassing comment when he was beaten to it by the girl.

"Listen, I have serious daddy issues, which I love to take out on other men. And if you'd seen my work in Madripoor, you'd want to have less than enough of me."

"You're Maria Hill!" Coulson finally spoke. "You worked there with the armed forces against the-um tiger-human* war time, bad guy."

"Yup."

"I look forward to working with you. I'm Phil Coulson."

"See you around, Coulson."

Nick Fury laughed, then nudged Garrett in the stomach with his elbow.

"How many of your girls actually stick to you Garrett? My man Coulson, I'm starting to like you. You know stuff." 

"Thank you, sir."

Fury nudged Garrett again, "sir, I like that too." then walked ahead with Coulson as Garrett walked behind, fixing his duffle bag on his back.

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Yes, Jayden and Kayden are Koenig ancestors

NAT stands for new agent trainee

I researched Mariah Hill, her dad hated her for being born; she enlisted with the U.S. armed forces, and did field work with them in Madripoor. the most I found about the city was that it was somehow linked with Wolverine, soo the bad guy. 

Next up, girls girls girls. Some girls are definitely better than boys.