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This isn't a group of one-shots. This is going to be a full story that has a very detailed plot.
This story is going to have some aspects of military thrown in such as military, date (ddmmmyyyy), and words and phrases. Also I've created my own S.H.I.E.L.D. speak or jargon specific to the organization. Which I leave down below at the end of the chapters.
2400hrs or 0000 is midnight in military time.
Words of Interest Dry Dock: a structure able to contain a ship and to be drained or lifted so as to leave the ship free of water with all parts of the hull accessible for repairs, painting, etc.
Casualty Assistance Officer: Are Agents responsible for notifying family members when a their loved one has died. They are also responsible taking care of the remains and preparing the remains for the funeral and or memorial. Families don't pay a single dime for anything.
Prologue - The Fallen
2400hrs. 14 May 2012 Helicarrier. Day 8 in Dry Dock
Why oh, why did it have to be this way. Why did little Jeremy have to go so soon? He was only eighteen years old. It just wasn't far. He'd just started his job on the helicarrier in January. It all came crashing down around Jeremy all too soon. Quite literally one might add.
What is an unsung hero? By definition an unsung hero is a person who makes a substantive yet unrecognized contribution; a person whose bravery is unknown or unacknowledged. There were many unsung heroes that day on the helicarrier. 82 in fact. They were sacrificed at the hands of one Agent Clint Barton. Clint was torn up inside after Natasha told him just how many had died at his hands. He felt horrible he couldn't look anyone in the eyes for weeks afterward.
Though Clint felt awful, it wasn't his job to notify the families of the 40 Agents that had families out of the 82 Agents that lost their lives that fateful day in May. No, that job was the job of one of S.H.I.E.L.D.s Casualty Assistance Officers. Clint really did not envy that Agent at all. It was a job that very few Agents held, but it was a necessary job, a necessary evil as it were. Nobody wanted to be told their loved one was dead. Nobody wanted to be around when a mother had to tell her children that Daddy wasn't coming home or vice versa. A father telling his only son or daughter that their mother his wife and best friend wasn't coming home again. The Agent that had to deal with this thought the worst possible person to tell would be the single parents. Who only had that one child. That one child who had a job that was shrouded in secrecy, but now it seemed not even in death were they allowed true peace.
The Agent of course couldn't tell the families how their loved ones died it was always some made up work accident. The only consolation any parent or loved one got from the CAO was that there would be a hefty benefit package coming their way because of the nature of their loved ones' death. The Casualty Assistance Officers of S.H.I.E.L.D. were just one of many of the unsung heroes that day. These are their stories.
A/N: I know it's short, but it's a prologue people. It's supposed to be, don't worry it's all connected. Hehe see what I did there. What up MCU reference. Until next chapter peeps.