I was sixteen when my uncle left. No, he didn't leave me. He went to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I haven’t seen him since. I get calls on occasion, but I wish I could see him. Phil Coulson isn't really my uncle.He’s my guardian. I’m in the Witness Protection Program. My name is Acclamia Justice. This is my story.


1. Chapter One

Chapter One-Mia’s POV


“What do you mean ‘not possible’?! He’s my uncle! You have to let me see him!” The woman behind the desk shakes her head again.

“Mia!” I turn to the tenor voice. “What are you doing here?”

“I came here to see you, Phil.”

“Well, go home. It’s not--”

“Hey, Coulson. This your, uh, cellist?” A man behind me asks.

“What?” I squeak as I turn. “No,” I growl at the newly arrived Tony Stark.

"Tony, this is my neice, Mia."

"Why haven't you come visit me, at least?!"

"It's not--"

"Just...shut up! I was sixteen when you left and you never came back!!! I moved, changed my number, and got rid of all of my traces. Don't bother trying to find me." With that, I walk away.

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