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Malcolm Anderson walked into the building that housed The Hollywood Arts High School for the Performing Arts, remembering his own time in school. He'd been trying, even then, to get into strongman competitions. It'd placed him among the bodybuilding club, even though they'd had different goals with how they worked out. Him for strength and power, them for mass and appearance. It had also been one of the first real shifts in his perception on life.

Mal was six foot five, and weighted over three hundred and fifty pounds. Back in High school, he'd walked in and immediately was a prime candidate too be a bully. Of course, people picked on him too, making him feel left out, but that was par for the course. No one pushed him around. Not since grade school. Instead, as he'd grown, he'd slowly morphed into one of the playground tough's who pushed others around. But when he joined the bodybuilding club, and found himself surrounded by the kids trying to get buff so that the bullies would lay off them, his attitude had to change. It was that, or not be allowed to use the equipment. And the coaches were the best, inspiring him to keep working, keep chasing his dream.

This school was colorful, the kind of place where the big guy would want to send his own kids, if he ever got around to having any. He was still relatively young, barely ten years out of school. Ten years into a career that was a far cry from the strongman competitions he used to dream of dominating. Ten years learning what a light weight he truly was. He stopped to admire the lockers, letting himself get lost in the memories. He was early anyways. He always tried to be early, so he could scope out the place, get the lay of the land. But today, it was the memories that help remind him of why he was here.

Her name may have been Jasmine, but they called her jade, because she seemed so jaded. What she was, it turned out, was determined. She'd been in the body building club too, working on strength and conditioning. The girl had a goal, something she was going to achieve no matter what, and she pushed everything aside to make it. Mal liked that, could understand that kind of dedication. She became his secondary obsession, the thing that would ironically drag him away from his original goals.

"Excuse me, I'm Malcolm Anderson, the new security guard. I believe miss Dubois is expecting me." He told the secretary casually.

"Please take a seat." She told the mountain of a man. He looked around the administration office, and realized somethings never change. The outer office was too conventional for the rest of the school. He pushed that from his mind, allowing the nostalgia of a p-lace totally different then this to come back to him. He found a chair and sat down.

Jasmine, or Jade as he called her, was an athlete. He'd made it a point to work out with her, running or lifting. They made it through two years of kinda sorta dating before she told him why she wouldn't get seriously involved with anyone. She had a friend in SHIELD, and was gonna prove she was SHIELD material too. She was joining. Like the fool he was, he followed her into the organization, made it through basic training and received a training officer.

He thrived, more then he thought he would. The training was discipline, something he' lived with as an aspiring strong man. But the big difference was that they forced him to be something more then a big guy, they forced him to thrive as part of a team. He trained hard, and became a field agent. To distinctive for most field assignments, he often drew bodyguard positions. Something that he was built for. But he did other things too, and worked his way up despite his limited time in service. Then, just as he reached level five, an impressive accomplishment for such a short time, his world came falling apart. Hydra had infiltrated every part of SHIELD, and they were telling him that he had to join, or else.

He was better then the men they'd sent to stop him. He was able, with stealth they didn't realize he had, to get out of the base he'd been in and contact someone he prayed was on his side. His jade, Jasmine, turned out had been offered a chance to join Hydra. She'd accepted, but only to be on the inside when the whole house of cards fell apart. Her actions led to the recapture of a base, the capture or death of dozens of Hydra agents, and safe transport out of the organization for the two.

"Mister Anderson, so nice to meet you." Helen said, opening the door and showing him into her office. The woman was different then most bosses. She didn't just have him sent in, she walked him in. For a security guard, this was rarefied treatment. "I was surprised when we got the grant, and you came so highly recommended. We really didn't need another security guard, except that, in these trying times, every bit of security helps."

But SHIELD refused to die. Malcolm had made the organization his life, so he wasn't going to let it die. In time, he was contacted by Phil Coulson, the new director of SHIELD. Him and Jasmine, who was now his wife. They were given the chance to join, and they'd talked it out. They talked, and they talked, until they agreed that Malcolm would do far better back in that organization. Jasmine was now a reserve agent, and soon would be the mother of his child. And Mal, he was level Five now. And he had a mission.

"Miss Dubois, I'm not going to insult your intelligence by pretending that you haven't figured out that there was a string attached to my employment." He started. "The simple truth is, I'm with the new SHIELD. Like our predecessor, we have a lot of duties to perform, including protecting you from those with unusual abilities, and helping protect those of them we find from others trying to take advantage of them. I'm here to keep an eye on someone, and to make sure everyone, and I mean everyone, is safe. The extent of my duties will remain classified. Just know, this position, it'll allow me to maintain my cover and still do my job. You have my word that things will run as smoothly as possible. As far as anyone is concerned, I'm just the new security guard."

"And why tell me?" Helen asked.

"As I said, I'm not going to insult your intelligence." Mal said. "Beyond making my job easier, I'm sure you already suspected something was off. Out of the blue, you get a grant to hire a new security guard, complete with a hiring recommendation. You'd have had to be an idiot to not suspect something. I'm trusting you not to share what I've told you."

"Who're you watching?" Helen pushed.

The big man gave a sigh. "Just know that everyone is safe." He said. "I'm not telling you any more then I feel you need to know. My charge, or charges, I'll contact, and let them know I'm here. I'll keep an eye on the school, help keep everyone safe, like a good security guard. I control my shift, but I'll follow your suggestions if they don't interfere with my job. That means, for now, I'm day shift only, unless I need to cover a different shift. As for the rest of security, once I know the other security guards are okay, I'll tell them what they need to know. Now, if there's nothing else, I have work to get done. I look forward to working with you."

He stood up and offered the woman his hand. Helen shook it, but the look on her face told him she wasn't happy about the arrangement. 'Still, thats taken care of. Now, I've got three people to watch, as well as...Coulson sure put a lot of responsibility on me. Comes wit the rank, I guess' He had walked out of Helen's office by then, and was looking around the main hall.

"Excuse me?" He asked a boy at a locker, a locker that had been described to him, the one that looked like a keyboard. 'A working keyboard?'

"Can I help you?" The young man asked. He was black, medium height with a solid build and dreadlocks.

"I'm looking for an Andre Harris." Mal said. The large man pulled out his phone to pull up the picture he'd been sent.

"Thats me." Andre said.

"Can I have a moment, in private?' The agent asked.

"Okaaaay." Andre said. The boy was cautious, not sure what to make of this mountain of a man. Still, they walked to the janitors closet. "Whats up?"

"I'm agent Anderson, of SHIELD." He told the boy, flashing his badge. "I'm going to be your training officer. As of this moment, your functionally an agent trainee. They told me how good you are. I suspect you'll get through the training in no time."

"So soon?" Andre stage whispered. "I just got back from the semester break training I'd done. I thought it'd take time to assign me a training officer."

"I have other duties here." The big man continued. "Sorry, but you were the tacked on part. I just... You trained with Captain America, right?"

"Hand to hand." Andre said. "And I have the distortion gear."

'He already has a code name? How'd I get into this?' Malcolm thought to himself. "I might need your help. I'm watching a couple of people on the index who go to this school, and I may need to look at several people who disappeared for the week immediately following the incident at the Harrison theater. What can you tell me about Jade West, Cat Valentine, Beck Oliver, and Robbie Shapiro?"

"Those are some of my best friends." Andre said, clearly shocked. "We all hang out. I mean, like, every day."

"Then all I'm gonna ask is for you to watch and see if they do anything unusual. Anything different about them, you tell me." Agent Anderson stressed. "Anything. We're not trying to force them to do anything they don't want to, we're just trying to keep everyone safe." He looked to see if Andre understood. "There may be other missions, things we need you to do. Lets stay in touch. Whats your cell phone number?"

"Okay." Andre said, adding himself tot he security guards contact list. "And the Vega sisters?"

"You know about them?" Anderson asked.

"Director Fury filled me in, just last night." Andre said.

"I'll let you know." Mal said. 'Man, this kid... he's gonna be something, isn't he. I wonder if I could take him? Best not to dwell. The super humans, only a handful of us seem to be able to hand with them. I guess he wasn't a tack on.'

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Hi all. This is the prolog to Victorious origins. My first try at forcing them into the Marvel universe. It's an Agents of SHIELD crossover, simply because everything crosses over in marvel. Hope you enjoy this piece. I'm not done, and updates will be whenever I feel like it. Also, this may lead to another story, one with more of a plot. Please, enjoy, and feel free to guess what each person is slash can do slash whatever. I hope you'll be surprised.