Under the cover of night, a black government sedan sped down a rural road outside Boston.
This was the official vehicle of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Coulson's Team.
More than a year had passed since the Battle of New York. During that time, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents' lives had been packed full of all sorts of bizarre incidents.
Besides cleaning up the Chitauri's mess, their most troublesome routine duty was searching for and capturing the uninvited "visitors from other worlds" who had appeared across the country after the Battle of New York.
"Asgard's trouble just ended... We only just got back from London, and now we're being sent out again. Did that bitch Victoria ever consider how we feel?"
The hacker Skye sat in the back seat with her arms crossed, speaking indignantly.
"Cut them some slack, Skye. They have headaches too." Coulson yawned before continuing, "S.H.I.E.L.D. is desperately short on manpower, yet there is so much to do. Director Fury has asked more than once for a larger budget and more personnel, but the World Security Council has always been suspicious of us..."
"So, Coulson, are you saying the only thing increasing on our end is the workload?" Skye gritted her teeth. "Damn it, does anyone remember how many reports of 'visitors from other worlds' attacking we've gotten this month? We're either going to die at the hands of aliens or drop dead in the car!"
"The third."
Grant Ward, seated in the front passenger seat, answered concisely. "One was a false alarm, one ended with us sending that freak with gills on his face to prison, and this is the third."
"Ah... these 'Mutants' really are a pain." Skye spoke casually. "I used to think our world was chaotic enough, but compared to their world... well, living on this Earth really isn't so