A/N: I was supposed to be studying, and wrote this instead. Please enjoy the fruits of my procrastination!

When Nicholas J. Fury took over as Director of SHIELD, there were a few things his predecessor had never explained to him. Mostly because REDACTED.

So, the new Director Fury had a few orders of business he had to take care of upon assuming the mantle. One of them being introducing himself to the various governments and other organizations that SHIELD wanted to play nice with. Of course, he couldn't possibly visit all of them himself, which was why he was sitting with his new deputy and head agent, Phil Coulson and Maria Hill, respectively, and divvying them up.

The next set of organizations on the list drew a bark of disbelief from him.

Coulson looked at him inquisitively. "What is it?"

"Tell me this is a prank," Fury said, sliding the sheet over to him.

"Everyone's too terrified of you to prank you, Director," Coulson said, with a hint of amusement, but he took the paper.

"That little shit, Barton, isn't," Fury muttered. Coulson smiled indulgently at the name of the newbie agent he'd brought in a few weeks ago. Fury was right; Barton wasn't the least bit intimidated, but he knew the archer wouldn't risk pissing off the director until he'd proved himself.

"No, I don't think this is a prank," Coulson said mildly, passing the paper back.

"Fuck," said Fury.

"Who exactly do we have to talk to?" Hill asked, a bit warily.

"The Supreme... Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards," Fury read off of the paper. "And the Minister of Magic in Britain, and the President of… someplace that likes acronyms almost as much as we do."

"Wizards," Hill said hesitantly.

"Wizards," Coulson confirmed, with a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

"Wizards," Fury parroted with a sigh. "I suppose I'll have to take the… Supreme Mugwump, but the other two-"

"Minister of Magic!" Coulson exclaimed, raising his hand to call dibs. Hill glared at him.

"Move a little faster next time, Hill," Fury said, handing her the very thin file detailing how to contact the President of MACUSA. She sighed in resignation. Coulson was still grinning triumphantly.

"Don't go all fanboy on the wizards, will ya, Coulson?" Fury ordered, sliding his file across the table.

"I'll do my best, sir."

Phillip J. Coulson was a very ordinary looking man, on first glance. Even on second glance, people didn't generally notice anything remarkable about him. It was an ability that served him very well in his current position, and his entire life. Coulson himself wouldn't have said that he was anything extraordinary, but he wasn't one to brag.

But the truth was, Phillip J. Coulson was intimately connected to the Wizarding World. Of course, he had always adhered very strictly to the Statute of Secrecy, so no one knew. (Although he'd barely contained himself when he'd read the paper Director Fury had passed him.) And Agent Phil Coulson was most certainly not what the Ministry of Magic was expecting from a muggle organization.

Phil shook hands with Minister Shacklebolt, and Head Auror Potter, and then, with a weary sigh, said, "You don't happen to have any Firewhiskey, do you? It's been a long day.

Minister Shacklebolt appeared taken aback, but Auror Potter laughed, and with a quick flick of her wand, tumblers appeared in front of each of them.

"Thank you," Phil said gratefully, taking his.

"I apologize," the Minister said. "We were unaware that there were any wizards in SHIELD."

"Oh, there aren't any. I'm a squib," Phil clarified, sipping his whiskey. "And can I say, Auror Potter, I'm a huge fan of your work."

"People usually are," Auror Potter said, her mouth twisting wryly over her glass.

Phil, immediately seeing he'd not said something right, spoke quickly. "No, I mean, not just that, um… I subscribe to the Quibbler?"

Auror Potter blinked at him in surprise. The Quibbler remained the only publication that reported her doings accurately, and it was the only one that the auror ever gave private interviews to.

"I didn't know the Quibbler had gone international," she said, finally.

"A few years ago," Phil shrugged. "Right around when the daughter took over."

"Huh," said the auror, considering the agent, and she gave him a small smile. "Call me Harry."

"Phil," said Phil, smiling back.

"Well," said Minister Shacklebolt, eyes twinkling, "I believe this does save us a lot of time. I assume you are already familiar with Ministry policies?"

"Oh, yes," Phil said, "MACUSA's even stricter than the Ministry on that front."

"You could say that again," said Harry, rolling her eyes. "A witch can barely cross the street over there without getting a fine."

"That was entirely your fault, Potter," Minister Shacklebolt glanced at her admonishingly, and Harry took a sip of her Firewhiskey defiantly. Phil glanced between them, curious, but didn't inquire.

Harry then swished her wand, and a slim file appeared in the air in front of her. She snagged it, and handed it to Phil.

"This is the current list of suspects at large that we'd like you to keep an eye out for," she explained, as Phil curiously flipped open the manila folder. "It's a copy of a file we have here, and will reflect any updates we make. The tab on the side will turn red if any changes have been made."

Phil nodded absentmindedly, giving the profiles a cursory glance.

"And you'll need one of these-," she dug a blank business card out of her robes, "-if there's ever a need to get in touch me quickly. It's got a very clever variant of the Protean charm on it. It'll send me a message on my own card, and you don't even need a wand, just say my name, your message, and then your own name."

He took the card reverently. "The work of Ms. Granger, I presume?"

"The very one," Harry beamed at him appreciatively. "I think I'll enjoy working with you, Phil."

"Likewise, Harry."

I may have a the beginnings of a plot bunny forming here... Drop a review before you go if you'd like to see this continue! :)