The SHIELD headquarters was a labyrinth of hallways, secured doors, and uniformed agents bustling about with intense focus. You never imagined it would be so easy to get lost, but here you were, a kid wandering aimlessly through the expansive corridors, unsure of how you had managed to stray so far from where you were supposed to be.

Your eyes darted to the endless rows of doors and glass walls as you nervously wrung your hands. Everything looked the same: sterile, high-tech, and intimidating. You hadn’t meant to wander off from the small group that had been brought in for a tour—some school trip that SHIELD had allowed as part of a rare public relations campaign. It had only taken a moment of distraction, something about a display case that caught your eye, and when you turned back, the group was gone.

"Stay calm," you muttered to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. But as the minutes dragged on, that task seemed harder to manage. You were alone, wandering through one of the most secretive places in the world, and the anxiety was beginning to creep up your spine.

Suddenly, you rounded a corner, almost bumping into someone tall, blonde, and athletic. She was wearing a black combat suit, her body poised in a way that spoke of years of training and readiness for battle. The moment she looked down at you, her sharp eyes softened slightly, and she crouched to your level.

"Whoa, slow down there," she said, her voice warm but with an edge of curiosity. "You lost, kid?"

You blinked up at her, recognizing her immediately. Bobbi Morse—codename: Mockingbird—one of the top SHIELD agents. She was a legend, known for her combat skills, sharp wit, and brilliant mind. If you weren’t so terrified of being lost, you might’ve been excited to meet her. But right now, all you could do was nod, eyes wide with embarrassment.

Bobbi raised an eyebrow and gave you a reassuring smile. “It happens. This place is like a maze. Where were you supposed to be?”