Hours had passed since your encounter with the strange man. After the intruder had left, you ignored what he told you not to do and called ‘9-1-1’. You were soon spilling out all the information that your drunk mind could to the police, the FBI, the CIA, and whoever else agreed to listen to you.
You were now sitting in the back of an ambulance, holding an oxygen mask up to your face as some nurses told you things like “You’re in shock”, and “You’ve been through a lot, you’ll need to rest for a bit”. But you weren’t really listening; all you heard was a slight buzz. You looked up and noticed the nurses walk away and a man take their place, having said he needed to speak to you alone.
“Ms. _______, I’m agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind,” the man said with a serious tone.
You looked at him for a moment before asking, “Are you real?”
Coulson nodded slowly. “Very real.”
You stared at him for awhile longer before saying, “I’ve never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, so how can I be certain you’re for real?”
He sighed in exasperation, and then pulled out an I.D. card that had his name, basic info, and what he was qualified to do. Then you saw that the card was issued by S.H.I.E.L.D. You looked Coulson in the eye again and blurted out, “That could be fake. And you could be fake as well.”
Coulson rubbed his temples in annoyance, “Ma’am, I need you to answer a few questions regarding what you saw.”
“First question.” Coulson pulled a notepad and pen from his jacket pocket and flipped it open. “What exactly did you see when you walked onto the scene?”
“Well, I saw my father: dead. I saw… blood: lots of blood.”
Coulson nodded and wrote down what you told him. “You told the police that a man came into your house before you could dial them and then vanished into the wind. What did this man look like?”
You thought for a moment, trying to recall the mysterious man’s image. “He was pale. He had black hair, he was tall, and he wasn’t dressed like any person I’ve ever seen before except for maybe in sci-fi movies. Also, he had emerald green eyes.”
Coulson stopped writing at the mention of how the man was dressed, “What was he wearing?”
You blinked at Coulson before answering uncertainly, “He had on a lot of black, green and gold accents, leather pants, over coat, boots; like he was going to a renaissance fair. He also had on a green cape.”
Agent Coulson nodded then put the notepad away, not needing to write down anything about his clothes. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask for you to please come with me. We’re going to have to take you in for further questioning.”
Not really knowing what you were doing, you stood up and walked with Coulson to a car with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on it. You climbed into the back seat, Coulson in the passenger seat.
Hours later, you sat in a large room across from a black man with an eye patch. He was by far the most intimidating person you ever met. You had answered multiple questions about the incident and, mostly, the man you had seen.
After one last question about the manner in which the man had disappeared, the eye patch guy, whose name you remembered was Nick Fury, pulled out a photograph and asked you one last question. “Is this the man you saw?”
You looked down at the photograph and saw him. Same eyes, same hair, same cheekbones, same… everything. You glanced at the top of the photo where the word “Loki” was written on it. You looked back up at Fury and whispered, “Yes.”