Here is my attempt at an Agents of SHIELD story, set after the winter finale of Agents of SHIELD season 3. Since I haven't watched it yet, please no spoilers.
SPOILERS for events taking place in the AoS universe and Marvel.
This is mainly about a made-up character. I generally don't read fanfictions like this, but hopefully this is one that people will want to read. I'll try not to make it too boring.
For those of you who have read my other Avengers stories- I apologize for the abrupt ending of Weathering Storms. I had writers block, and then I came back to it months later and just wanted to close the storyline.
The SHIELD agents were in shock. A British school in the UK had been attacked and they had reason to believe that HYDRA was behind it. Why they would attack schoolchildren, Coulson didn't know. He picked Bobbi, Daisy and Mack to join him to investigate the crime scene before Scotland Yard and the rest of the law enforcement groups got there.
It was going to be a tough day. That's why Coulson hadn't chose Fitz and Simmons, especially Simmons, who was so emotionally exhausted after Fitz returned from the alien planet without Will. May was busy searching for Andrew to try and bring him on SHIELD's side again.
They arrived at the school and the news trucks had already gathered, like a swarm of vultures hovering over a fresh kill. Coulson shoved through them, occasionally brandishing his badge. Bobbi, Daisy, and Mack followed suit. They were wearing professional clothing- Bobbi in a button-down blue shirt with her SHIELD badge clipped to her belt, Daisy in a suitcoat and Mack wearing a button-down and a tie. They were trying to look like government officials. It worked.
"Do you know anything about the attacks?" the reporters asked, shoving microphones and recorders in Coulson's face. "Who was behind it? Were there any fatalities?"
"As of right now, we have no information about the attacks and we're working on looking for survivors that made it through. Please give the scene some respect. These are children we're talking about. We'd appreciate it if you wait a couple days before swarming this place." Coulson said crisply, channeling his inner government official.
"What group are you with?"
"We're the highest qualified CIA agents there are, so we'd appreciate it if you stay away from this site." Mack was saying, intimidating some of the reporters with his massive stature and confidence.
"The United States doesn't have jurisdiction over here." one of the reporters said to Bobbi. "Why are you investigating a scene in this country?"
"We've been called over here by our agency to conduct a thorough search of the premises. We have reason to believe that some of our own citizens were in this building." Coulson heard Bobbi say.
They finally stepped into the quiet of the ruined building. It appeared as though Hydra had ransacked the place- filing cabinets were turned upsidedown and paper littered the floor like snow. There were bodies everywhere- students, teachers. Every room was quiet. Coulson was alert for any noise, but there was none. It was like a tomb. It was an eerie silence- a silence that meant that there were most likely no survivors.
It was hard. All those children had their whole lives in front of them and now they didn't.
"Sir, do we know what attacked them? Bobbi said, shining her flashlight on the wall, where there was a dark streak of red. Daisy was glancing nervously around. Coulson knelt by a body and frowned.
"Oh my goodness." he said.
"Coulson?" Daisy asked.
"It wasn't Hydra. It was Lash. Andrew was here."
Coulson was reeling. How could Andrew have gotten to Britain? And why attack the school? What was he doing? There was no way that all of the people in the school were Inhumans- it just wasn't possible. Why did he kill all of them, and why risk the publicity of attacking an elementary school in broad daylight?
"How can you tell?" Daisy asked.
Coulson showed her the body of one of the teachers. There was a hole in his chest, the same size and in the same manner that Lash killed his Inhuman victims. Looking down the hallway, Coulson could tell that it was the same for every body. This wasn't Hydra. It was Andrew Garner.
They searched the rooms but found no survivors. Each room Coulson's heart sank further down in his chest. How could Andrew have killed all those men, women and children? It was as if he was doing it for fun now.
They were in the band room now. There were instruments scattered all over the place, music on the floor, covered in blood. Students' bodies littered the ground and the lights had been smashed. The band director was sprawled at the door, which had been wrenched off its hinges.
"This was deliberate." Bobbi said, directing her flashlight's beam at the doorframe. Coulson started walking around the room. It was the same as all the other rooms had been- dozens of dead children, all with a look of terror on their faces. They were young- maybe eleven or twelve years of age, some of them still clutching their instruments. One trumpet had a string of dark black hair attached to it. Bobbi put it in a blue specimen bag and continued searching.
Suddenly, in front of Coulson was a girl of about eleven, with brunette hair and gray eyes. She was looking at him, her eyes wide with fear.
"Are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
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Okay, so I may not update as often as I've done in the past for previous stories- maybe three times a week or less. I'm busy with band & jazz band this year (first chair, yay) and I am also OBSESSED with Agents of SHIELD and I CAN'T WAIT for ep 11 to come out... so yeah.
Hope you enjoy!
