It was silent in the jet, the team was quiet, they accepted their fate because before the cavalry showed up, there was always someone to call them in. If an invasion turned out to be easily handled, then there was no need for the cavalry. That was why when Fury decided to send our team as a first responder unit, we didn't have any problem with it.
My name is Mark Brett. I'm the engineer of the team, so I'll be staying on the ship. A lot of help that'll do me. My job is to provide any and all possible information related to the enemy, directly to Director Nick Fury as long as the ship remained airborne. The job is to be achieved remotely, from drones, or from my teammates who would be providing support from the ground.
I looked at the rest of my team, taking in their faces one last time before we arrived, it might be the last chance I get to remember them after all. Devon was our pilot, she was always fast enough to get our team out of trouble, no matter what happened. Mackenzie was our combat specialist, ready to kick ass and take names, even though he was always quiet. Amani was the medic, she was happy go lucky and scary all at the same time. Last up on the list was Duri, our commander. She was always terrifying, but she kept us together as a family through thick and thin.
I sighed and took everything in one last time, my job, my team, the jet, New York.
I'm not an idiot, this is most likely a suicide mission used to set SHIELD as one of the main good guys, alongside the heroes of the Avengers. It was meant to make our uniforms seen as something good, not something to be feared or wary of. So I leaned back into the wall of the jet and tried to calm my nerves before the Jet landed.
Then, for just a split, it was loud, so terribly loud, and it hurt.
And then it was dark.