Disclaimer: I don't own anything, unfortunately. I would love to own both Marvel and Salt.

Chapter 1: New Arrivals

Florescent lights shined brightly above a woman with black hair, dark glasses perched on her nose to cover false darkened eyes which concealed true blue orbs as she remained seated in a warm leather chair with others of the same material. Her eyes gradually moved about the room, locating security guards by the entrance of the bustling building and near metal detectors. Standing up straight, she tightened the knot on her belt and grabbed her suitcase, tossing the newspaper she had been reading in the garbage can. Headlines read of the desperate hunt after Evelyn Salt, suspected to be a Russian spy, sent to destroy the government. Government Intel searched for her, attempting to track her every move; however, she always remained a step ahead of them.

Arriving at the entrance of security, she handed the male guard her passport while effortlessly sliding her sunglasses on top of her head, revealing all features to the man. Glancing at the photo plastered on the small booklet and at the face before him, identities matched accurately.

"Have a good trip, Miss Katherine Peters." He replied automatically as he handed her the necessary ticket, not truly meaning the statement for he regularly had to repeat the same phrase throughout the day.

"Thank you." She smiled falsely, anxiety rushed through her because she was racing the clock as to how long the legal officers would be able to discover her location.

Passing the guard, she met the end of the line waiting to pass through the final stage of security. Eyes glanced around her environment, checking faces and reading postures of those around her, keeping her guard up at all times. The cops had not gained the knowledge of her location, relief washed over at the moment as she closed her eyes, trying to control her exhaustion from lack of sleep. Reopening them, she met the eyes of a curious little girl who stood before her, one arm squeezing the neck of her favorite doll and the other latched onto her mother's arm as they proceeded to move forward. Tears nearly welled over her eyelids as she stared into the face of an opportunity she might not have, not being able to live the normal life of an average woman with her husband and not being able to experience the joy coming from raising her own child. She had been robbed of so many possibilities because of who she was and what she supposedly did to the president, but in the end it would be worth the risk for to save Mike and salvage a future she deserved.

Regaining control over her emotions, she looked forward, already entering the last obstacle before embarking on her mission. She carefully placed her luggage on the conveyer belt, discarding objects in her pocket which consisted of lip-gloss and gum and removing her leather boots. Stepping through the device, she passed through smoothly, not alarming anyone of her true intentions of being considered a traitor to her own country. Gathering her belongings, she slipped her feet back into her boots and strutted towards the foyer of the next flight scheduled to leave Russia to America. Entering the plane, she shoved her luggage in the compartment above her seat. Slipping passed a few people who sat within the same row; she sat down next to the window near the midsection of the aircraft, blending with most people who were aboard. Her eyes stared at the outside world, the realization she was leaving home and possibly not returning finally hit her with great impact. Her life had begun terribly, losing her parents in that awful car accident that should have killed her as well. She had felt nothing but despair throughout the time up until she met Mike, the very man who had changed her view, filled her with immense joy and evidently transforming her into a better person through their union. What ever obstacle that would come in her way, she would conquer anything to have Mike returned safely back to her.

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Beeping noises sounded off next to a sensitive ear, signaling the strong heartbeats of a sturdy man. Eyes flickered open only to meet the suddenly blinding lights above the operating bed; cool metal seemed to prick the aware flesh of the muscular body. Smooth hands ran along the rough calluses of his dry knuckles, seeking to connect a thin needle to the HIV which hung in a clear bag on a metal wrack beside him. Defenses immediately became conscious of what was occurring around him. Acting upon instincts, he swiftly rose from the bed, grabbing the red haired doctor tightly as he observed his environment. Dumping her on the checkered tiled flooring, he raced out of the room, taking a sharp turn, he continued along the same path, unsure of where he was going.

Suddenly a father -like voice popped within his mind, leading him towards the exit of plain white walls. Moving his body along the side of the wall, he took great care in his footing, not knowing his location, if the place had been set with traps or if he could trust the voice that was guiding him somewhere. Leaving the hospital ward the automatic sliding doors, the world around him unexpectedly transformed. Wooden walls with intricate designs met his curious eyes, young teens rushed passed him as one young man caused paper airplanes to fly before him by the simple focus of his hand. Feeling uneasy and frenziedly irritated, he ran down another hallway, pushing passed people as he burst through the doors the voice directed him to take cover in the room. Slamming the doors behind him, everything went silent, the voice disappeared. Inhaling deeply, he caught a whiff of an older man within the same room but also a feminine being, the slight scent of roses nearly sent him mad with desire. Needing to turn around, he faced an elderly gentleman sitting behind an oak desk decorated with little knickknacks, his kind face gave him a friendly aura as though he could trust him. His eyes moved towards the thin figure who sat before him in a chair in front of the desk, the feminine back facing him instead of a lovely face. Black hair stretched along the tall back, ending after hidden shoulder blades, back remained straight as shoulders remained in place as well, if only he would be granted the pleasure of looking upon her face.

"Ah, Logan it is so very pleasant for you to join us." the professor said, acknowledging his presence. "Please meet another new arrival to the school."

The woman stood up and faced him, taking long strides to reach him. His cocoa tinted eyes immediately locked with evening blue eyes, something within him snapped, he felt himself growing soft by the mere sight of the strange woman. Her face was all the more beautiful than he was given time to imagine. Her face was softly angular than most women's, clean arched eyebrows were perched above proportioned eyes, a smooth straight nose sat above overly full, kissable, glossy lips. His heart galloped wildly, he felt the animal instincts begin to arouse deep within him. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself fast before he created a situation.

"My name is Evelyn." She said straightforwardly, offering her hand as a sign of friendly introductions.

"Logan." He momentarily hesitated, grasping her hand and shook it nicely. "Nice to meet 'cha."

"The pleasure is all mine." She smiled secretively, already taking pleasure in her first day at the 'Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters.'

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I just had to throw this idea out there, it's been bugging me for months, ever since I saw the Salt trailer and since then I have watched the movie. I absolutely loved it! It was about time some producers make a heroine that is just as strong and independent as the usual male roles. Anyway, please rate and thank you so much for reading it.