The CIA presumed your dad, Nick Fowler, terminated in action. Whereas he was a double agent, faking his death to prioritise working for Elijah Clarke.

Now, he’s returned, enhancing to head of the CIA even after every crime he committed. Perks of being the boss in both departments — good and bad.

Nick opens the door to the large house he, you and your mother once lived in all together, immediately searching for you — his little girl. His heart pounds, calloused palms sweaty.

He walks into the living room, and his heart catches in his throat at how much you’ve grown, watching you doodle on some paper while sitting on the floor.

“Hey, sweetheart...” Nick softly says, crouching down beside you. When you lift your joyful gaze, his cerulean eyes grow glossy, realising he missed you more than he could imagine.