Living in New York City for her entire life, Kit had seen some weird shit; the strangest of the strange, or at least, that was what she initially thought until recent events. There wasn't anything truly shocking about the man that had entered except for the eye patch he wore over his left eye. She didn't know why she found it so fascinating, probably because she wanted to know the story behind it.

If he was willing to tell.

The day had already taken plenty of turns from what she originally planned, so she decided to roll with it. She watched as he pulled up a chair and sat across from her, never taking his one eye off of her.

"Hello," she greeted him with a smile, " come here often?"

"Another one with a sense of humour," he muttered to himself, "just what I needed. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"

Kit leaned back in her chair, folding her hands together as they rested lightly over her abdomen. "A forward man, I like. Go on."

"I am Director Fury-"

"As in your first name being Director?" Kit interrupted him. "Fancy."

She could already see the annoyance overcoming his face as he simply stared at her as if she were stupid. Of course, she was merely joking around, trying to lighten the mood around her, but she could imagine that the man before her, didn't take much interest in light situations. Before she shot herself in the foot before the true adventure began, Kit decided to allow the man to speak without interruption as he attempted to introduce himself again.

"Unfortunately, my parents weren't that creative in the naming department," he said, " my first name is Nicholas but I prefer Nick and over that I prefer Fury. I am the director of this organization, it was under my direct order that you were brought here."

Kit raised a brow. "Organization, huh? What kind of organization are we talking about here? Organized crime? We're you all that upset that I got forty bucks off of your guy back there? I already gave it back."

"I'm aware," Fury continued, " but that's just the tip of the iceberg. After all, this isn't the first time you've done such a thing, is it? And for you to get anything off one of my best, well, it's safe to say you have piqued my interest. Congratulations."

"As much as I enjoy praise, it wasn't exactly a challenge to get the money off of him, that was the point. It's supposed to be an in and out job that doesn't attract attention. So what's this really about, I have a show that comes on in about an hour, I've been keeping up with it. Maria is about to tell her husband that his twin brother is the father of their twins and he's about to tell her that he impregnated her grandmother. I can't miss that!"

There was another long bout of silence that washed over them as Fury just took to staring at her until Kit started to wondering if there was something on her face. As soon as she reached up her hand to check, he started to speak again.

"You think this is all one big joke, don't you?"

"Well, how am I supposed to take you seriously if none of you tell me what it is that you want? I highly doubt some big organization went through the trouble to bring me here just because I duped one of your guys out of some chump change. So rather than trying to talk me up, let's go back to what you said before, let's cut to the chase. What do you want from me?"

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Kit was starting to feel uncomfortable because she had yet to figure out who Director Fury truly was and what he wanted with her. Most crime bosses were pretty direct with what they wanted, stating that they simply wanted revenge or to make her pay. But now she felt as though she was being toyed with and she didn't like that, not one bit.

"Ask and you shall receive," Fury said, " what I want is you."

"Huh?"

First, the choking, then the handcuffs, and finally, the eye-patched man claimed he wanted her, Kit was coming up with some very sinful theories that made her eyes widen in surprise. She had pieced it all together and figured out just what Nick Fury was and his "organization."

"Oh my God! You're a pimp!"

Kit was quickly up on her feet, ready to attempt her escape because she had no interest in becoming a prostitute. However, Nick seemed to finally overcome his shocked state and started shaking his head before attempting to stop her.

"I think you got it all twisted," he said, " how did you come to the conclusion that I was a pimp?"

"Uh, hello? Director, organization...you want me. That's it, I ended up taking money from one of your hoes. That also explains the handcuffs and leather."

If she had focused for just a minute outside of her panicking state, Kit would have seen just how wrong she was by the look on Fury's face. In all his years, not once had he been accused of being pimp and just the thought of Clint being one of his "hoes" was a phrase he never wanted to relive through.

"First off, no one here is involved in prostitution," Fury explained, " and I am certainly not a pimp! I am the director of S.H.I.E.L.D which stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. We are special law enforcement that works with unique counter-terrorism cases. Got it?"

"If that's the case, what do you want me with then? I'm not a terrorist, just a local pain the ass."

"A pain in the ass that entered our radar. I've heard what you're capable of and I think you have a lot of potential."

She looked at him as if he had grown several heads within the last few seconds.

"Potential for want, the Pick Pocket Olympics?"

It wasn't her true intention to come across as rude but Kit couldn't help but scoff that the nonsense that was passing through her ears. If Fury was who he claimed to be, she truly had no business holding any sort of interest or being on S.H.I.E.L.D's radar. She was a common thief at most, not even coming close to anything to do with terrorism, so what exactly did she have to offer? What potential did he see in her? To rob all the terrorists of their money?

"I have a different assignment in mind for you," he told her, " I have a nice place for you to settle in; if you're interested. But first, I need to know your name."

"Which one?"

"Your real one, or at least, the one your parents gave you."

For a minute, Kit bit down on her tongue, looking Fury directly in the eye before shrugging off his request.

"I'm not so sure about that. You see, I haven't exactly heard what's in it for me with this whole deal. You expect me to join you without hearing some benefits? I don't think so. So, come on, talk dirty to me."

Just when Fury thought Stark was the biggest pain in his ass, he was beginning to question his own judgement with the possibility of hiring the recruit. But through her awkward phrasing and overall oddness, he could tell that the woman was no fool. He could already hear Natasha questioning just what exactly he saw in a common street thief, but deep down he saw what he saw in all others that came before him: Potential.

From what he gathered from Clint and Natasha, the woman was fast and had some obvious escape skills when it came to a confrontation. He figured with some training and cleaning up her technique, he could add another stealth fighter to his side. But first, he needed to convince her before he got to work on developing her.

"As I stated before, you would have a place to live-"

"I already have a place to live," she countered.

"A nicer place to live along with a steady income."

So far, nothing seemed to impress her. "You're already naming things I already have, you're going to have to do better than that."

Fury raised a brow and took her up on her challenge. "How about the chance at being the good guy for once?" he said. "A chance at redeeming yourself. You'll no longer be viewed as a common thief, but a hero."

"A hero?"

"Yes, a hero. You could be one of the finest, one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes...an Avenger."

Just when Fury finally thought he had gotten through to her, he was thrown off as she suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. In mere seconds, she was gripping her stomach and using the table to keep herself supported from falling over.

"And what pray tell is so damn funny?"

She stopped abruptly, still red in the face though as she looked over at him. "You mean to tell me that the Avengers, the ones all over T.V., they're your doing?"

"I was involved in the process that brought them together, yes."

"And you want me to be a part of them?"

"With proper training, I think you might have the capabilities of keeping up with them."

It seemed she still believed that he was pulling her leg as she continued with her questioning.

"And we're talking about the ones that took out about half the city fighting those alien things, right?"

Fury cleared his throat. " They weren't the ones responsible for the destruction, it was-"

"Doesn't matter," she interjected, "count me in!"

It was all really that simple, mentioning destruction and she was suddenly willing to put her hesitation aside. He didn't understand and as much as he wanted to question what changed her mind so suddenly, Fury decided he was better off not knowing.

"Before there is any further discussion of joining," Fury began, " I need your name so we can do a further background check. I would like to know what and who I'm dealing with. Can we agree to that?"

Suddenly, he found her hand in his face as she extended it to him to shake.

"Kit Dean."

Back in the Stark Tower, Tony had just arrived back, already gone through the majority of the city to retrace his steps of where he would have left his watch. However, as he reached his floor, he stopped and it nearly caused Steve to crash into him as he came to a sudden halt.

"Watch it," Tony told him, lifting up his hands and bringing Steve to roll his eyes.

"My apologies, but most people don't stop so abruptly in a doorway."

"Shh!"

"Don't shh me, just say-"

Before Steve could argue manners with Tony, he interrupted him again with another "shh" and looked as though he was straining to hear something. Remaining cautious, he leaned into Steven and looked in the direction of the noise again.

"Do you hear that?"

"Yes, it sounds like you left the television on again."

"I didn't leave it on."

Steve shrugged his shoulders, growing impatient with matters that he didn't think were important. He didn't have time to deal with Tony's paranoia over nothing.

"Well, maybe it was Bruce."

"What did I do?"

Bruce's voice startled both of them, bringing the two men to spin around and see Bruce standing awkwardly before them, confusion lacing his features.

"Will everyone stop sneaking up on me!" Tony spat. "I don't appreciate-"

"Hello, boys!"

All three men suddenly froze, the majority of them feeling as though they recognised the voice that called out in greeting. Slowly turning around, they witnessed the woman they had all encountered on separate occasions, rolling into view in one of Tony's chairs with a smile on her face.

"Carol?"

"Diana?"

Steve looked over at Tony and Bruce with a bewildered expression. "What?"

Immediately, Tony was prepared to call out a breach in his security system as he looked over at the woman from the bar. "How did you get in here?"

"I walked in."

"Gentlemen, allow me to explain," Fury walked out the shadow they hadn't even noticed before. "I'd like to introduce you to one of my newest recruits. I brought her here because I want to see if you all can play well with others. This is Kit Dean-"

"No need for introductions, " Kit called out, " I, uh, met all of them before."

Fury immediately whipped his head around to look at her. "Excuse me?"

She flashed him a cheeky grin. "What are the odds?"

"Oh don't tell me," Fury sighed, " she was able to pickpocket all three of you as well?"

The room became still for a moment as all eyes fell on Kit before the three came to the sudden realisation.

"She did what?!"

Kit let out a heavy sigh as Fury looked to her for an explanation. "Well, unlike your other two, these guys weren't aware of it, until now. So thanks for that."