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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . .
    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴. ▏︎ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

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         Phil Coulson sits slumped against the wall with a gaping wound in his chest where he had just been stabbed by a magical spear, dark crimson colored blood was suddenly leaking from the corner of his mouth. He knew it was only a matter of time before his very last breath came, but of all the things to off him, it had to be a Norse God, who specialty and title was that of mischief and magic. Of course, the very thing that Phil Coulson had been researching his whole life since that accident years back, was the very thing that was gonna kill him. Phil must admit, even in this situation, there's gotta be some cosmic irony. One thing that was for sure about this horribly dire situation, Coulson's daughter was going to beat him senseless in the afterlife. She was gonna absolutely destroy him and then call May to help. He shuddered at the mere thought of a furious Melinda May.

    As his eyes stare blankly ahead where he had to watch the Norse god of Thunder plummet to his possible death, he focuses to his life long friend and Director of Shield, who looks quite crestfallen before he crouches before him. "I'm sorry, Boss," Phil barley manages to say. "The God rabbited."

"Just stay awake. Eyes on me," the bald dark-skinned man instantly replies. To most who didn't know, Nick Furry, like Phil, the eye patch having man sounded his usual strict and serious self. But to a man like Phil Coulson, he could hear the desperation soaking though his words. He could hear the mere desperate plea, the worry and the tears he was shoving down to the deepest of deepest depths. All of which made the situation all too real.

With a sad smile, Phil gulps, almost humorously. "No. I'm clocking out here."

"Not an option."

"It's okay, Boss. This was never gonna work. I mean, I'm supposed to be raising a teenager but she's-"

"Bullshit," a sharp young feminine voice snaps, the voice like music to Phil's ears though he recognizes the fire behind her words. She's pissed. Thoroughly, undeniably, pissed. All anger and bitter bite. She had a furry hotter than the burning sun.

"Here," he finished lazily. Coulson than laughed, it was something weak and fleeting. In all of his blurred vision, he stared at the tall blonde girl before him as her delicate pale features twist in horror, than disgust, than finally, sadness and anger. It was like watching multiple reactions go off at once. A mere ripple effect in water. Phil Coulson supposes that it should be something upsetting. That he shouldn't be reassured by his adopted daughter's anger and sadness. Yet, oddly enough, the very familiarized feeling of his blonde adopted daughter's anger was almost... almost reassuring. calming. A welcomed familiarity. A tidal weave of fondness washed over his features as he stared at her.

Don't get it twisted, Phil Coulson was never one to like seeing his daughter upset, but like all parents, it was unavoidable to not upset his daughter. Like all parents, he always tried his almost best for her, but even one fuck up can be something a child chooses to cling to or they make it the hill they die on. It didn't help that the two of them were often like that of oil and water. They fought, probably more than most families, but then again, they weren't most families. The Coulson's held the burden of protecting the world. The whole world weighing on their shoulders like everyone else that is apart of Shield. It was a weight that would cause tension with just about anyone. But, on another note, it also made their bound that much  stronger. With every new fight, it lead to a new lesson to be learn and that strengthened them both. They weren't perfect by any means, but they learned from themselves. They grow and made themselves better. Which was the important part at the end of the day.

He watched, in all of his numb amusement, as Director Fury whirls around. His body went incredibly tease as the dark skinned spotted his goddaughter. Fury's features, for a mere split second, fell openly. But, Nick Fury was quick to regain his composure, as he moved to look at the blonde girl. His goddaughter looked absolutely miserable and battered. Her dark sea blue eyes held heavy dark circles from the many days of sleepless nights. The girl's normally white blonde hair now held chunks of dried blood from battles day prior and even fresh blood from the day at hand. Lucy's once perfectly ivory skin was now littered with various bruises from recent fights with a certain Norse God. She was shaking. She was openly scared. Which made Fury look away as a lame attempt to hide his own pain. It absolutely broke him to see the tall blonde girl, the same one that Nick had watched Phil raise over the years as of the girl was his own own, look so utterly devastated; To see all that remained of the Coulson family as a whole ripped so violently apart...To see Lucy all alone yet again...

Phil catches her gaze, the fire from her voice making her sea blue eyes blaze, but once she catches sight of him, he sees her features crumple with grief. A sob tearing through her throat as the tears instantly fall. Within seconds, his adopted daughter is on her knees next to him and gently reaching up to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Knowing that Phil needs medical here asap and not wanting to take his eyes off Phil's adopted daughter and his own goddaughter, Director Fury takes a few steps back while clicking his comm online to speak to those listening. "Agent Coulson is down."

"Paramedics are on the way," an unknown Agent replies.

"Dad," Lucy barley manages to whimper out as she slowly pulls her hand away, but he catches it. His other hand was working to fish out some sort of gold chain that was so ever discreetly tucked beneath his white button up. When the older man finally managed to pull the long golden chain free, it was made obvious that it held a small some kind of fancy gold key hanging at the very end of it. Pulling the necklace away from his shirt and moving to just hold it in the very palm of his hand. His shaking hands desperately moved to gasp her own hands. His adopted daughter stared down at him with confusion that temporarily veiled the grief that was burning thought out her veins. As her blonde brows began to knit together in inquiry, her weak voice pushed a singular question out, "Dad? Dad, what is this?"

   With a sort of twisted fond smile, Phil laughs, something humorously and dry, before he starts to cough and more blood spills from his mouth. " I don't quite know. When you where a baby and when had Shield found you, it was what you where clutching. Just a little baby chewing on this stupid golden key..." he laughs wearily and fleeting. More pain than it was humorous. " A agent said it looked like it was almost glowing as you held it. Never really believed it. Thought it was something to convince me to keep you instead of sending you way to some orphanage, but, it wasn't like I need convincing at all when it came to you..."

    "Dad...dad why are you giving me this? You not dying! You hear me, you are not dying! Not on my watch. You don't need to be sentimental and stuff. Don't need to be giving me pointless stuff and some weird grand gestures like your dying because your not. C'mon, everything gonna be fine!" She glances over her shoulder in mere desperation. Her brows full of stress as she frowns in distress. Lucy's feature clutch in anxiety and becoming vividly blotchily. "Will someone please call back and get the doctors in here state," she tells out, her voice straining and shaking. She is quick to look back down at her dying adopted father. Her body is moving at past that sure to give someone vertigo. " Will get some doctors on ya, okay! It will be fine," she tells him desperately as she holds the key in one hand and his hand in her other hand. Lucy cries as holds his hand much tighter. The blonde can practically feel all the life draining from him as she out hold his hand in her own hand like a mere life line.

"You know, Shield tried everything it could to find what the key belonged to. Tried to use it to find a link to your past. We tried to use it to find your biological family, but even with all of Shield and even Stark contacts, we couldn't anything on it. It was like little old you and this key just feel into this lonely world." Phil smiles a little bit at the mere thought before continuing on. "The readings we got on the key was something else too. It was so unexplainable and than there was that accident when you where a kid."

"Accident?" She cuts in confused, "Dad you're not making any sense!"

" You would't understand. I'll be honest, I don't remotely understand, but there was this Lady, she was made of stars and the night and just something crazy, she said to not give this back till you were ready. Ready to wake up and remember." He coughs again. It quite visible that he can't keep pushing words out. It's too taxing on the man. He words were even starting to slur near the end of them. It was painful to watch and hear.

"What the hell are you going on about? Dad?!" She hissed though rapid tears. Lucy is quick to whirl around to face her godfather hissing, almost threateningly. "Where the hell is are the paramedics even at?" She than is quick to turn back to her father that is bleeding out before her very eyes. "Come on, Dad. Keep your eyes open! God damnit, you better keep your damn eyes wide open," she sniffles, both of her hands, even with one hand still gripping the key, move to his bloodied chest. Her shaking hands move to press his jacket against the bloodied wound that was so easily visible. She tried to keep as much pressure on the wound like she was taught all those years ago.

"S'tired," Phil slurs.

"I know. I know," she cries helplessly as blonde hair it's streaks of crimson fall to the side of her face as she lingers over his body. Her shaking hands applying more and more pressure as an act to hopefully save him. But, they the trio all know it was a pointless act. Fury remains quiet, the sniffles of Lucy Coulson echos around the room. It's miserable. It raw and real. The thought of what the coast of war and what they do are made abundantly clear. Everything is made too real. "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay!" she sobs to herself and to her father. She's shaking violently and her face red and blotchy. The strong agent Nick Fury know she could was not present in this moment in history, but rather, the sad truth yet real truth of who she really was. Lucy Coulson, a mere nineteen year old, was grieving as the only close family member she has ever had dies before her. It's gut wrenching.

Fury averts his gaze just as the rushing footsteps of the incoming paramedics fill the tense hair around them. Moments later, the group of medical assistants are there and are pushing the tall blonde aside so they can work on her father. Not wanting to keep the other Agents in the dark, Fury informs everyone who has a comm that the paramedics have arrived. "They're here." He tells them before pausing, just for a fleeting moment before hesitantly deciding to added on, "So is the other Agent Coulson."

The paramedics suddenly, and quite violently, rip open Phil's shirt and jacket to get to the wound, only to have everyone start yelling and start with CPR. Nick marches over to where his goddaughter is before clapping his hands down on her shoulders. He pulls her into his chest as he holds her tight and lets her cry. When he let's her go, they turn back to the scene before them. The scene playing out around her father.

Wires are hooked up to Phil, paddles are charged, and Fury isn't surprised when the blonde turns her head and flinches when she hears the word, "Clear!"

"Clear!"

Lucy flinches and cries at the thump her adopted father's body makes after arching from the shock and then falling flat. "Clear!"

Another flinch. Another thump followed by silence. A chilling silence fills the wake as Lucy push's away from her godfather to look closer at her father. He was dead and they where now calling it. It was official and nothing would change that.

Lucy slowly falls to her knees before she wails in absolute grief. Something within her finally snapping as she holds the gold key to her chest. A flash of pure gold energy shines throughout her whole body. It surrounds her body as she screams louder and louder with pure grief. The light grows stronger and stronger. A sort of slumbering magic spiking and the several glass windows and doors that are nearby shatter under the magic's backlash. Lights flicker on and off, and the paramedics pause in their work when they have no idea what's going on. None of them fully now what happening before there mere eyes. Another scream rips through her throat and array of stars and constellations fill the air. Colors like none other surround Lucy and for a fleeting moment her body flickers. Her appearance changes for just a small blink. Her hair longer and her body slightly older, her clothes darker and more formal, and crown of stars nest in blonde curls. But, just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. A final scream sends all of the powerful golden energy out as her body flickers one last time. But... this time... this time it's different than the others. It's painful and her body disappears for a mere moment before she collapses unconsciously to the ground that is just beneath the tall blonde girl.

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝. . .
    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴. ▏︎ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

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          Lucy Heartfilia's hands went to her keys and she felt an answering pulse of magic from her Lion Spirit's key, he was practically begging her to summon him. She felt a small tug at her hip. Looking down, she saw her pink haired daughter looking up at her with aww and wide eyes. Scooping her little daughter up and balancing her in one hand. She smiled softly at the little slayer in her hands. The little hatchling looked so much like her father and her hunger for fire made the familiar connection quite clear. Her soft brown eyes light up as she watched her mother reach down for her set of keys.

" Sorry, sorry, sorry I'm late, Gale is not remotely a morning person. which is yet another thing she and her father have in common." an exhausted voice draws from behind her. Whirling around with a wide grin quickly spreading across her features. Lucy was quick to pull the tiny blue haired woman into a tight side hug with her free hand. Levy Mcgarden laughed as she quickly melted into the tall blonde's hug. "I'm so glad to see you too, Lulu!"

"The boys finishing packing everything with Erza and Jellal, I'm assuming?" She questions as she noticed the lack of slayers.

"That would be correct!" Hums a blonde from behind them. Lucy glancing behind Levy to see the celestial princess, Lucille Vesper, carrying a sleeping Gale Redfox. She weaved the Spirit over towards where she was. "Mind taking your hatchling?" She questions Levy as she gets closer to the blue haired woman, who merely nods.

" Yeah, thanks again for your help this morning, CC."

" It's no problem! I love the little hatchlings, despite how chaotic they can be," she is quick to reassure them with gentle smile before looking at Lucy with anticipation. "Have you summoned them yet?"

"I believe she was about to, but we interrupted." Levy states with small chuckle. Lucy took that as her cue to go on with the plan.

"Someone's excited." She hums to her little daughter as she felt a pulse from one of her precious golden keys. Amused, she took out his key first and opened his gate. Her spirit appeared quickly in a shower of bright golden light, apparently having no time for theatrics today. The man was in a one of his few casual shirt and jeans. The Lion celestial spirit was practically brimming with energy.

"Hey Lucy! Hey Nashi! Who's ready for for their first vacation outside the guild to see the other guilds? It's going to be amazing one I bet!" He beams cheerfully at the little pink haired girl in his key holder's arm. The little girl just grins widely at the cat themed spirit. He than turned to greet Levy and Gale before he rushed over to his girlfriend to hug her.

"Little Nashi here is so excited! She practically couldn't sleep last night! Isn't that right my little ferocious dragon?" Lucy cooed at her daughter, whom merely giggled at her mother words. Turning to smile softly at her spirit and close friend, the blonde adds, " I had to call in Patherlily and Carla just to help put her to sleep. She just so excited to see her auntie Yuki as well as the others from Sabertooth and Lamia Scale."

"Mamma, will we get see Uncle Lyon? Uncle Gray and Auntie Juvia were talking about him this morning," the little girl suddenly questions as she titles her head adorably. Lucy laughs and nods to reassure the little one.

" You two may want to step back, I still need to summon Aries"

"Right! Can't leave her behind!" Her Lion spirit, Leo, more commonly known by his guild mates as Loke, say with a firm nod. He grabbed Lucille by the hand and pulled her with him as he moved. He was like a small child, stepping swaying from their key holder but unable to stand still, leaning back and forth on his heels in excitement. Lucy had once more called on her magic, allowing the shy pink haired Ram spirit to come through her gate.

Smiling shyly up at the group, Aries blushed as she timidly made her way to her girlfriend and her boyfriend. Loke pulled the little sheep Spirit into a hug before letting Lucille do the same thing. Aries was dressed in soft pink summer dress that Lucille had recently brought her as a surprise gift for the occasion. "I believe that's everyone!" The princess of celestials chirped happily as she clung to Aries arm and was beaming with her typical level of fondness for the pink haired spirit. Loke had quickly taken to holding onto Aries other hand, which was making the pink haired spirit blush madly. A vivid red spread across her small delicate features. Lucy nodded understandingly before she quickly lead them back to the guild hall where they were set to meet up with the others.

" Have you talked to Cassiopeia lately?" Loke questioned the blonde princess. She merely shook her head at the question.

" I haven't had the chance,"

" You really should. She knows your curse better than everyone else." Loke hums as they come upon the Fairy Tail guild....

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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝. . .
    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴. ▏︎ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ

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Lucy Coulson was suddenly startled awake from a small slumber.  Fear was the very first thing that her body registered. It was quickly followed by a incredibly intense searing pain in her stomach region, which only added to her horrific realization. This... This shouldn't be happening. Awareness was quick to flood her brain. It was too much and too little all at the same time. The blonde peeled the white blanket away from herself before pushing her self to her feet. She wasn't quite sure where she was, but she knew it was Shield. Moving to her feet she made her way through the maze like structure till she found her godfather.

Tony Stark and Steve Rogers had come forward moments later, taking seats as well across from the seat that Lucy had fell into. Fury, seemingly ignoring what happened to the blonde for a moment, pulled a sickeningly familiar stack of cards out of his inner jacket. Lucy swallowed thickly as she stared at the card in her godfather's hands.

"These were in Phil Coulson's jacket," he says right before he throws them across the white table. That immediately shuts everyone up. They all stare at the several scattered bloodied cards before Stark and Rogers avert their gaze in shame. "Guess he never did get you to sign them," he directs towards Steve.

Lucy's gaze follow the cards, knowing full well what a low blow it is to Captain America as her father had loved the American icon. It strikes a horrible cord within Lucy, but the blonde temporarily ignores it. "We're dead in the air people," her godfather continues on. "Our communications, the location of the cube, Banner, Thor.. I got nothing for you. Lost my one good eye," the Director rambles on, laying it on thick for Stark and Rogers' benefit. "Maybe I had that coming."

Frowning, she watches as Steve continues to look at the bloodied cards while picking one up and staring at it. "Yes, we were going to build an arsenal with the tesserect. I never put all my chips on that number though because I was playing something even riskier," Fury finally admits. He pauses and lets his gaze linger on an obvious angered Stark. "There was an idea Stark knows this called the Avenger Initiative. The idea was to bring together a group of remarkable people to see if they could become something more- see if they could work together when we needed them to fight the battles that we never could." Another pause and just even more time for Stark to stew in his anger. "Phil Coulson died still believing in that idea. In heroes."

Ultimate low blow accomplished.

Tony Stark apparently thought the same thing if his suddenly pushed back chair and angrily climbing to his feet, and stomping out of the room, was anything to go by.

"Well," Fury continues with a sigh for Steve Rogers, who was still seated. "It was an old-fashioned notion." Steve frowns as he too climbs to his feet before walking away in a huff.

" That was low, even for you," Lucy deadpans as she moves to her feet. Her body trembles for a mere moment as she still not fully back to full health and full conciseness.

"It's happening, you know? Your waking up." A strange voice whispers in her ear, causing her to whirl around to behind her. She spun again. Eyes wide, fearful, paranoid, but steely. Lucille scanned her surroundings...

Nothing

" You okay? You seem a bit...paranoid." Her godfather draws.

" I'm peachy," she states bitterly. Lucy's eyes sharply narrow on the dark skinned man. Her body vibrating with a wide flurry of emotions. Anger begin at the top of the list. "I'm just fine considering I just watched my father, my only family, be brutally killed for a country that won't even know his name and for an organization that doesn't even exist to public knowledge. I'm just fine! I'm just fucking fine considering that you just used my father, my fucking just recently killed father, as blackmail to motivate a bunch of whiny ass group of heroes that couldn't just save this hellhole f world because hey, guess what you bloody maroons, you live on this god forsaken rock as well." She seethes as Lucy throws her hands up in clear agitation. Her voice like hot venom that sought to kill. Fury goes to move towards her, but the glare she gives is deadly. Worse than any look Natasha Romanoff could ever even dare to master up. "Don't." She hisses as she storms away.