Author's note: Okay, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but by popular demand I have decided to try and continue it. Here's the thing though. I've never written anything 'on the fly' as it were or 'as I go' so to speak. That seems to be the way that most authors here do it, but not me. Every story in my profile was already completed before I even posted the first chapter. I will usually spend months laboring on them before anything gets to see the light of day so I can catch errors, and refine them story wise by adding and or taking things out depending until I am truly happy with the finished product.

For this story I'm not doing that, so I hope that the quality won't suffer too much and readers will still enjoy it.

And since this will be an 'as I go' thing, there may be long gaps between updates also.

Another thing, though this is listed as primarily a crossover between Carrie 2013 and Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. this story will also include the Marvel movie verse as a whole. That means Marvel Studios films as well as Spiderman, X-men and more.

In closing I just want to say that you have no idea how happy I am and how surprising it was for the first chapter to get the kind of reaction that it did. That's something I'm not used to. Thank you to all who took the time to read and review, I'll try not to let you down.

Thank you for your time.

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Location: somewhere just past the Vermont/New Hampshire border.

As dusk proceeded to descend upon the eastern United States, the outline of a standard S.H.I.E.L.D. issue Acura ZDX could be seen breaking the smooth edge of the horizon line.

Coulson was currently driving down interstate ninety-five heading southwest as part of what would be a long trip to a specialized S.H.I.E.L.D. facility in Vermont, and sitting next to him in the passenger seat…was Carrie White.

After the standoff at the cemetery, standard protocol would demand that Carrie be taken into custody and shoved into a S.H.I.E.L.D. patty wagon under heavy armed guard.

But after what she had been through already, Coulson decided against the protests of his peers, that she didn't need that. A mentally troubled teenager with telekinetic abilities sitting in a van with a bunch of 'jackbooted thugs' as Dr. Erik Selvig once called them pointing loaded guns at her? Not a good idea he thought. Needless to say he was glad that she had opted to come quietly, he was also glad that he didn't bring Lola, seeing how Carrie was still a tad soiled after digging her way out from beneath the earth.

Carrie had said nothing thus far in the distance that they had traveled, despite Coulson's best attempts at casual conversation. Starting to become drowsy behind the wheel the agent decided to pull over at a gas station to grab a coffee.

Once he had parked he turned to face Carrie.

"I'm going inside. Do you want anything?"

Carrie said nothing as she stared blankly out the front of the car's windshield.

"C'mon you've gotta be hungry. You were clinically dead for a week and then buried in a casket for at least 24 hours. That sounds like a good excuse to binge to me if there ever was one."

Still nothing.

"Are you sure? I hear this particular gas station has really good hot dogs."

Still more silence.

"How about a bathroom break? We've been driving for four hours after all."

After a few more moments of still more silence, Coulson finally went ahead and got out.

A few minutes later he returned and opened up the passenger's side door causing Carrie to flinch slightly as she looked up at him.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." he said as he then sat a bag full of miscellaneous snacks on the floorboard right in front of her feet.

She looked down at the bag and then back up at Coulson as if unsure how she should react.

"It will still be several hours till we reach our destination, figured that you're bound to get hungry sooner or later." he told her as he gently closed the door and then walked around to get in the driver's side.

With his coffee securely in its cup holder they eventually set out on their way once again.

After no more than five minutes of staring at the food filled bag in front of her Carrie finally dug in. Her hunger was ravenous.

"Ah I see you like Sno balls too. So underrated they are, really glad Hostess came back, I was starting to have withdrawals." the S.H.I.E.L.D. operative joked.

Even if Carrie wanted to reply, her mouth was currently too stuffed to respond.

"How about some music?" Coulson suggested.

Carrie gave no reaction to speak of as he turned on the radio and started dialing through various stations.

But when he suddenly landed on a station that was playing the song cover 'Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?' by Lykke Li, her hand abruptly shot out grabbing Coulson's to prevent him from dialing further. Coulson stopped turning and just watched her closely, for a few moments there nothing but the music.

"You like this song?" Coulson asked.

After a few more moments.

"Yes." She finally spoke.

"I agree, it's a good song. Course I prefer the original sung by The Shirelles myself, but it's all good."

Still staring strait ahead but in a slightly hunched over position she spoke yet again.

"Why?"

"Oh well, I guess it all has to do with what generation you were born in, not that I think there's anything wrong with the new version of the song mind you it's just that-"

"Not the song. Why, did you help me? Why are you doing this?" she cut him off.

"I thought we already had this conversation back in the cemetery?"

"That was different."

"Why?"

"Because I might have hurt you."

"You think that's the only reason I was willing to try to reason with you?"

"Maybe."

"Still having a hard time trusting me? I can respect that, trust is earned after all. And we've just met of course. I don't expect this to be a cakewalk."

"What if I changed my mind? Decided I didn't want to be any part of this? Would you let me go if asked you to?"

"I'd rather you give us a chance. I've already explained what probably will happen if the authorities get a hold of you."

"I just want to be left alone."

"I know. It's not fair, none of this is. But in my opinion, this is making the best of a bad situation."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"I don't think you would like the answer."

Suddenly and abruptly the brake pedal on the car compressed…without Coulson's foot being anywhere near it.

As such the car screeched to a halt in the middle of the road, thankfully both occupants were buckled in and there was no one behind them at the time.

"Am I a prisoner?" She asked looking over at him.

"I prefer to think of it as protective custody."

"And if I think of it as something else?"

"Nothing is stopping you obviously. If you want you can use your powers to easily restrain me and then float away, or fly away? Do you float or fly by the way?"

"Do you really want to help me?" She asked, her facial expression a conflicted combination of skepticism and genuine curiosity.

"Yes."

After a long pause Coulson spoke up again.

"Am I allowed to get us under way again?" He asked.

After a few more seconds, the brake pedal released and Coulson once again had control of the vehicle as he applied the gas. Carrie then looked away, facing front once more before saying anything else.

"Was all of that stuff you said true. About heroes and stuff?" She asked him.

"Of course it was."

"You said I could be a part of that?"

"Yes…if you want to be."

"No." She quickly said looking away.

"Why?"

"Because heroes don't kill people." She stated forlornly.

"That wasn't you Carrie…not the real you."

"What do you mean?" She asked looking back at him again.

"You were pushed to your breaking point Carrie. You snapped, became someone else. You could only endure so much pain. You're only human after all."

"….Am I?" She responded after a long pause.

"Of course you are. And you could be so much more. You could be a hero…if you really wanted to be, just like the Avengers."

"Who?"

"The Avengers." Coulson stated nonchalantly as he looked over at her only to get a blank stare in return.

"Oh don't tell me you've never heard of the Avengers. I mean surely you've seen them on TV or the internet or-"

"I never had a TV…or a computer…mother wouldn't allow it." she said as she started to break down into tears.

It was clear that despite what her mother had put her through and even after trying to kill her, there was a part of Carrie that still loved her and would always feel remorse for what she had done. As she continued to sob Coulson reached over and placed a hand upon her shoulders as she cried out a seemingly endless reservoir of personal torment and pain.

It was also obvious that the road to Carrie's recovery stretched out far longer than the one that currently lie ahead of them. But she wouldn't be walking it alone…Phil swore on that.