And so we continued our routine, everything blurring by all the time. I grew so tired of my life, doing nothing is exhausting. Charles sat in my room with me on Tuesdays, grading papers with me. I sat in Charles' room with him, playing chess. Storm sat in our room, picking out my clothes and telling me about her day. Weekend visits from Hank gave me something to look forward to and thus something to make time seem to pass even more slowly.

"I know what you're going to say." I told Charles one Tuesday afternoon in my class room.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Yes. You're going to tell me to go out and find myself or whatever, but I can't do that, Charles. I can't leave this place. This is my home, Charles."

"You can do so much more than this. I've come to you, today because I believe here your potential has been bridled. I believe you are capable of much more. Agent Coulson, please." Charles raised his hand and waved for someone to come to him. A man of average height with wispy blonde hair stepped into my classroom.

"It's very nice to meet you, Doctor Elliot. My name is Phil Coulson, I'm an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm here to offer you a job."

"A-A job, Agent?"

"Yes, ma'am." he nodded. I looked at Charles, who gave me a look as if to nudge me closer to the edge.

"I-I'm sorry, what kind of job?"

"Can I just start by telling you I travel constantly for my job and I always have at least two of your books with me. I'm a huge fan of you work." he pulled a chair from behind one of the desks in the empty classroom. "And Professor Xavier told me about your powers, you're very impressive."

"Thank you."

"I'm sure, after The Battle of Manhattan, you've heard of The Avengers."

"Yes, sir."

"Soon after the battle, we learned of a man called the Winter Soldier. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was kidnapped by an organization called HYDRA, they wiped his memory and turned him into a killing machine. That's all I can tell you right now. But we've got him back, now. He's staying in Stark Towers along with The Avengers. We'd like you to come in and help him."

"Well, what's happening with him?"

"We don't know. We thought maybe an extreme case of PTSD, but he's gone through a lot and you may be the only one who can help him." Phil concluded.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?"

"Of course." Phil stood up, reached into his suit jacket, and handed me a small white card. "I'm leaving to go back to New York City in two days, I'd love for you to come back with me. It's been a pleasure, Doctor Elliot."

"Blue," I corrected.

"I hope to be seeing you, Blue." he nodded on his way out.