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They were hers.

Every last one of them; from the lowest ranked food-service worker to even the most annoyingly disconnected member of the World Security Council.

Her own family had been nothing but pain and bitter hatred; so she left it behind and built a new one.

Every death was personal, every milestone a joy even if she didn’t always understand them.

Every fight was a partisan battle, and every betrayal a dagger in a heart too big to properly hold it all.

She was cold and distant from self-defense, and because she knew no better way to interact with family.

SHIELD was hers, even if none of them knew it.

Every.

Last.

One.