S.H.I.E.L.D HQ - 6:00 am (May 31, 301 (Nortan Calendar))

"Sir, we just got a distress call from the Queen of Norta." Commander Maria Hill turned to face Director Fury.

"What does the Queen of Norta ask of us?" Fury inquired curiously. If Queen Coriane was in danger, she had guards who she could turn to for protection, so the situation must be dire to turn to S.H.I.E.L.D, an organization not even in Norta, for help.

"She believes that there may be an attempt on her life tonight. She doesn't feel like she can trust anyone in her country for help and is requesting safe passage to the United States."

Fury took a second to digest the information he was just given.

"Tell her that help will be there at 9:00 pm sharp, we will not wait if she is not ready by then." Fury responded. "Send Agent Coulson along with two or three other agents and tell no one else of this mission."

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Norta - 9:05 pm (May 31, 301 (Nortan Calendar))

Where were they?

Coriane had sent out a distress call to the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D in America. She had only heard about them, she didn't even think they would respond. But they did. They had told her to be ready to leave by 9:00 pm sharp and that they would leave without her if she was not ready. It was now 9:05, she had been ready since 8:30, even dismissed herself from dinner early, and they were not here.

She paced back and forth in her room some more. She wore black leather pants, a black turtle neck sweater, and black combat boots. The only jewelry she wore was her wedding ring, which she refused to leave behind. She had a small book bag that held her diary and a few engineering manuals, it was all she really needed. Her goodbye and apology letter to Tibe sat on her writing desk, along with her letter to Cal explaining why she could not be in his life. It pained her to leave him, but it was the only way Coriane could think of to set herself free of Elara's grasp.

Another five minutes passed by, Coriane's pale blue eyes shot to the door then the window. They were now ten minutes late.

Where were they? She thought to her self again. Why are they late?

Suddenly the cover of the air vent on her ceiling clattered to the ground and three men dressed in black uniforms dropped down on grappling hooks. Coriane stood there shocked. She had not thought that they might come through the vents.

"Your Majesty," One of the men, who appeared to be the leader, said. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. We're here to take you to the United States of America."

She couldn't believe it, they had actually come.

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Author's note:

Thank you to all those who read this. Please bear with me, this is my first time writing a fanfiction, so it may not be as good as other fanfictions. I own nothing but the plot, all rights go to Victoria Aveyard and the MCU.