Avenger trainees
Okay PelawenNight and I have joioned forces. We live together now and we've known each other since we were like 14. We love writing together because we can pick character like oh Stark and act like him and we'll be cool with. Pelawen is an idea genious!
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CH1: Black Jack and Wolf
Black Jack and Wolf
"Meet your new partner. This is Agent Selene Knight." Directory Fury told the young brunette with shoulde length hair in the black suit and tie. "Play nice, Wolf." The directory introduced a bronzed brown haired girl with white bandana with a black spade and spades at the bottom of her braids and sun glasses
on. The brunette just shrugged and walked away, the girl with the bandana wouldn't last long; like all the others.
Selene Knight was dressed in anything other than the two forms of dress code; a black suit and tie or the assassin issued one, or two, piece spandex; this young woman was in black combat pants with a white under armor tank top, black fingerless gloves with white spades on knuckles and a bandana with a black spade, and let's not forget the combat boots with red laces. "Wolf, behave. Show Selene to your quarters."
"Yes sir." Wolf replied with a snarky, Welsh tone. Wolf turned on a heel and jerked her head in a direction for the new girl to follow.
When they got out in the hallway the spade covered girl said, "Evylynn Wolf, height 5'6, weight 165, one blue eye one green both with significant gold specks, Welsh, codename Wolf, had more partners in six years you've than a playboy bunny, and for some reason you're the best of us the junior agents, wanted in several countries, banned from Russia, oh speaking of Russian have you seen Black Widow; you're on her shit list."
"Selene Knight, 5'7, 145, orphaned, found and resided in NYC, unique purple eyes, codename Black Jack, known for your temper, snarky, sarcastic, and childish attitude, and you've managed to break every rule in the handbook and haven't been dismissed yet."
"Yet?" she arched a perfect bronze eyebrow. "You sound disappointed. Do you feel threatened?"
"Threatened of you, hardly; Natasha is another story. I stated yet because people like you never last long."
Selene pulled down her shades to look at her. "Oh fuck, Fury partnered me with a Hill." She paused to brush a loose strand from her eyes. "This is going to be a blast."
"Well they put you with me for a reason." The duo stopped at a door where the older girl punched in a code, smirking. "Come on newbie; let's see how long you're gonna last." She said with her heavy Welsh accent.
"Breaking rules already, tisk tisk Fido. You think you can beat me in that suit?"
"Yes." The older brunette loosened her tie, cracked her knuckles and did a backwards walking handstand onto a thick blue training mat. Flipping onto her feet she turned on a toe to face her partner.
The bronzed brunette smirked and leaped forward into a front flip, half way through the flip she untucked her legs to spiral her spin. She had landed in a fighting stance, where her legs were bent and a fist was held back and the other ready to go on the defensive. "Challenge accepted, bitch."
The two women had learched towards each other with the intent to kill. Each had blocked the others attempts to hit the other, yet none had landed. They had traded hand to hand or hand to foot blows for a while before the older one had done a forward flip onto the others arms and been repelled back, creating distance between them.
"Not bad for an old woman." The bandana wearing girl had stood up and brushed a coppery strand from her face.
"Not bad for a child." The older woman had begun taking off her blazer and tie, dropping them to the edge of the mat.
"You tired?"
"Ha, you're kidding. I'm just getting warmed up, Black Jack." Agent Wolf took a running start forward towards her partner, when she was nearly thirty feet in front of the other agent she looked like she planted a foot on an invisible wall flipping backwards and spiraling to land a kick on the other.
"Gotta try better old lady." the young girl sneered as she slid out of the way. "Fighting is my thing."
"Who says I was trying?" Wolf said softly from behind the girl. Without touching the younger girl she pushed her forward. Black Jack stumbled forward, twisting to face the girl who had childishly pushed her; before she fell on her side she threw an ice knife at her opponent, which had shattered against an invisible shield, inches from Wolf.
The two had begun mixing their physical strength with their inhuman abilities. Trading ice knifes with shields and invisible punches to the Spade loving girl, slippery patches to air assaults. The two had worn themselves to exhaustion and fatigue after two hours of fighting; they didn't seem to notice the crowd that had developed. Their last attack at each other had caused the other to fall on their backs, panting; they looked at one another and gave a brief nod in draw. Each of the junior agents had a senior agent stand over them, the ones that had trained them. Over Wolf a man that was nearly six foot had offered his hand to her, taking it she stood up and leaned against him.
"Good job Evylynn." The man whispered to Evylynn Wolf.
"Barton, no one won." She panted. "She's as strong as me." She had fought to stand on her own but her mentor wouldn't allow it.
"Cool it." Barton muttered. "That just means you two are good enough to be partners."
"You can't beat Romanoff in hand to hand?"
"And she can't beat me; I got her in shooting though." He chuckled.
"Is that a challenge Clint?" The red headed assassin called from three feet away with the bronzed brunette attached to her side for support.
"Hardly." The two senior agents dragged the overly fatigued juniors to their quarters, placing them in a different cot, not bothering to cover them or remove their boots.
"What the hell was Fury thinking putting a rule narcotic ruler breaker with an introverted rule humper together?" The Russian asked her partner.
"Should be a hell of a show. My bets on Wolf to kill her."
"You're on. I give it three months to get their shit together or Black Jack to drive her insane." They shook hands and parted ways.
THE NEXT MORNING
The two girls woke up in their separate beds, still in the clothes they had passed out in. Evylynn was the first to get up around six am; like the routine that had been her routine, she showered after going into her closet and jumped, grabbing the bar of her home gym set and began a hundred pull up and flipped to start another set of hundred hanging sit ups.
"Not bad for an old lady. Gotta watch that figure right?" Snarked Selene, as she put on the white bandana on with her hair in a pony tail that held multiple braids with spaded beads at the end.
Evylynn just walked over to her full length mirror and applied a little bit of mousse to her wild, wet hair. She had planned on ignoring the girl and going about her business as usual. She was first going to look at the mission board then go to the tech division and see if Yanker, the only member of the tech division who she could stand because he wasn't one to talk, had any new gear, then work out until she was called or until she was too tired to give a damn. Of course on her way between places she'd stop in at the cafeteria and grab something small to eat.
"Hello, Fido?" Selene waved a petite hand in Evylynn's face. "Earth to…" Selene stopped when Evylynn had grabbed her hand.
"You think that being found at fifteen is awesome? I was found at thirteen; I had spent a year hiding and killing for what I needed." The Welsh woman spoke. "It took me two years to get here, one of which was me being trained by Clint. So if want to think you're a better fighter than me then go ahead, but know that we both have worked our arses off. Now you bloody idiot you can continue to fight to prove it but it won't do us any good." The introvert released the others hand and walked out of their living space, and straight into the shooting range where she had grabbed a 9mm gun and set the distance at 200 meters.
Back in the room Selene had finished getting ready and went to look at the mission board to see if there where solo missions, but luck wasn't with her today they had all be team missions or for senior agents. She was utterly bored and decided to go train with anyone who was in the training area, yet again luck wasn't on her side.
Selene:
Of all the damn days for no one to be around to train with. I was pissed not only because Fury paired me with that damn Wolf, but little miss handbook had pointed out a major fact. We had both worked our asses of to get here and fighting with her would get me nowhere quick, but pissing her off was just too easy. Even though I would love to push my new partner over the edge of a very large cliff, aside from the fact she would survive, but Fury would have my ass on a golden platter; I may get away with a lot of things because let's face it no one can do what I do. However this was my last chance, Fury made this very clear if I couldn't remain partners with Fido then I'd never advance to senior agent. Not that I cared about her but it was a goal to reach and a place of power. People where tools some better than others.
It was either work for S.H.I.E.L.D doing what I love (kill, cause chaos, and having fun) or spend the rest of my life on the run from S.H.I.E.L.D, at least till capture then I'd be killed. So working for S.H.I.E.L.D had its benefit to a point.
God's I was bored and pissed not the best combo for someone like me. Bad things happen when I get bored. Sighing as I walked along the hallways to my new room thankfully all my stuff had been moved in. I dressed in normal clothing jeans, green tank top, black leather jacket and my boots. I exchanged my white bandana for a gold one; it seemed to me that I was one of the few agents who had a unique sense of style. Looking in the mirror I checked my reflection, flawless and beautiful. Yes I was very vain I'll admit it, I prided myself on my looks. Why wouldn't I the only person I cared for was myself. I had learned long ago caring for others dragged you down and caused pain. I was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D that didn't mean I cared about saving the world. S.H.I.E.L.D offered me an escape so I took it.
Now to break rule #2 in section C, paragraph 25, of the agent hand book, leaving base without a handler or permission. In other words I was going to break out of a highly secured base full of trained specialist, most who could kill me with their thumb. Okay maybe not most but either way I was in no mood to receive a lecture so I decided just to use my lesser used gift to leave. Relaxing my body I let the familiar surge of warmth fill me, closing my eyes I focused on where I wanted to be, a bar just outside of upstate New York. When I opened my eyes I was in the alley way behind it.
Seeing the familiar red brick and faded sign with shamrocks, Seamus Place was written in faded maroon lettering. Walking through the door I took in the smell of alcohol, smiling at the shouts of greetings from the bar patrons. "Lucky!", "Where you been lass", "The party's here Boys!"
Smirking I sauntered up to the bar "Well lad's I'm back. How about a round of drinks for my friends to get the party started!"
Now you're wondering why the hell a bunch of people would be in a bar before 10 am well its St. Patrick's Day. I was in an Irish Bar full of Irish drinkers. I fully intended to drink them under the table. At least I wasn't bored and would maybe have a good five hours maybe less, if Wolf was as good a tracker as rumored, to enjoy myself. Then again I wonder if Fury has noticed the gift I left him. I laughed silently to myself as I took a swig of my beer. Life was good.
Evylynn:
"I am Iron Man." The billionaire playboy said at a press conference. Fabulous. How can this get better?
"Wolf!" Fury had hollered, from the window of his skyward office. I looked into the office to see him in a rage.
I quickly made my way up to the office, when I walked in it took much restraint not to burst into a mirthful laugh. I hope he hadn't looked in the mirror today when he put his eye patch on, because I know a little girl who had done something. His normal black patch had been replaced with a base black one with a green jeweled shamrock on the eye patch.
"How long were you planning on not telling me about last night. I said show her to your room, let her settle in and not engage in a two hour battle; never mind that. Where is Black Jack?" he questioned in his rage.
"Sir," I began covering my mouth, "I don't know where she is, but I know that the Lucky Charms called. He wants his shamrock back." I averted my eyes from the angry black man who would holler more if anyone other than the criminals' partner told him of the jewels.
"WHAT!" he hollered, turning around to rip off the eye patch and examine it himself. "God damn it! What the hell is wrong with that girl?"
"Sir," Maria Hill called from the office door, Fury ignored his lieutenants calls still angry and ranting with his back still to us.
"Of all the agents why does Black Jack have to be so…." He turned around after pulling out a spare patch, which made one wonder why he held a spare.
"Childish, immature, a fucking moron" I added in even if I didn't care much for the kid, she was gutsy and bloody brilliant. Not many could prank Fury and get away with it.
"When I get my hands on that girl! I'm going send her to New Mexico one day. Agent Hill call in Black Jack." Fury ordered.
"Sir that's what I've been trying to tell you. Black Jack is A.W.O.L . She's not on the base." Maria stated, Fury's one good eye twitched and his neck muscles flexed and tightened.
"Excuse me did I Just hear that once again that girl has made her way off base? You," he said pointing at me, "find her bring her in or I'll demote your ass. We clear?"
"Sir?" I questioned. Why should I get punished for the twat's mistakes?
"Was any part of that unclear Wolf?"
"Yes sir, all clear."
"Dismissed." He declared.
I turned on my boot heel to head back to our room to see if she had left had left a clue but that's not possible with her, still I headed to her room. Once there I looked in her wardrobe and noticed she held a small calendar in her room, today's date was circled in green; Saint Patrick's Day.
I began my search in Upstate New York at any Irish pub; I figured she'd go for the real culture. In Upstate alone there happened to be sixteen pubs that didn't check ID's. The first pub I had gone to none of the bartenders had recognized Selene, same with the second, third fourth and so on. I had thought about giving up and letting her come back home on her own but then I remembered my career as an assassin was on the line.
The last one I went to I didn't need to talk to any bartenders, I saw my, soon to be dead, partner dancing, on the bar, on the pole in the middle. Quickly and quietly I snuck behind the bar, where the bartenders were drooling over her, I jumped up on the bar and pulled her ear. I walked us to the edge of the bar and jumped off.
Of course she was throwing a fit and calling me Fido or old lady but I didn't care, she had threatened my job; I liked my job, I got to kill people that deserved it and beat the shit out of people too. I threw her in the passenger seat of my company issued black GMC Topkick 4x4.
"Fury sent you?" She asked as I got in the driver's seat.
"No, your mom did." I snapped. "Who else would send me?"
"Whatever. How'd you find me?"
"It's Saint Patricks' Day, I figured you'd want to party with the culture."
"Alright then," she paused, placing her head between her legs to get centered, "then how did you leave base without our nanny?" I pulled the truck out of the parking lot and made my way to the axis roads leading to the highway.
"You mean, Lillian?" I asked, receiving a slow nod, "well I told her to check downtown. I convinced her I was civilian stable to get you if I found you and told her I'd call if I did."
"How'd you know I was in Upstate?"
"Lucky guess really." I paused to look at my possibly drunk partner. "No I haven't made the call yet. I still have six or so more pubs left to search, an hour to get there." I added after a brief moment.
"I see. Thank you." And with that the truck fell silent with only the hum of the engine going eighty on the highway.
The minutes speed like the engine as I drive us around, she wanted a day out, so did I. I drove an abandon lake house, which I had no memory of going to before; it was just a place my mind knew about. Selene and I walked out of the car slowly, Selene walked around the grounds ghost like, and I had walked to the end of the old pier and sat there looking out at the lake.
I looked around and saw flat pebbles; I moved them next to me so I could skip them across the water. Time had eluded me, it wasn't necessary. My thoughts had flown like the pebbles and time. I hadn't noticed a presence next to me.
"We should head back, Fury won't be happy and neither will Lillian." A voice spoke to me.
"I guess he wants a meeting."
"No shit Fido." Black Jack sits as she sits next to me. "I haven't been to this place in ages, I'd come here when I'd leave the orphanage." She sounded so calm and mellow. "You know I might not have been found till I was fifteen but I've been dealing with this kind of life style since I was ten; seven if you count stealing as a start; as well as fighting rings."
"So, is this some form of an apology?" I asked rudely.
"Yes." Selene spoke quietly. "I know Fury told you that this is your last chance or you won't get a promotion ever. Its also my last chance as well." She looked out at the lake. "So I'll say this now. I'm sorry for all the pranks I pull, and will play, and I'll try not to go A.W.O.L like this again."
"Hey, I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, it's Fury; but hey I'll take an apology when I can get it from you." I stood up and extended my hand to help her up. "Come on." She grabbed my hand and I helped pull her to her feet, we slowly made our way to truck.
-Three hours later-
"God damn it! How could you leave? What the fuck where you thinking? No, don't answer that!" Director Fury yelled at two of his youngest subordinates. The younger of the two stood closer than the other.
"Sir in all honesty, it is Saint Patricks' Day and I was trying to get some culture and," The youngest in the room began.
"Your partner is the closest thing to Irish and she didn't even celebrate."
"I know sir, but have you seen miss rulebook, and I guarantee she can drink me under the table."
"And yet she didn't. I can terminate you now if you wish to further this debate with me any longer."
She had opened her mouth to argue but only muttered "ah, fuck, I got nothing."
"Now, until you get assigned a mission, the two of you will be on base and Agent Lillian will be with you every waking moment. Is that in any way unclear?"
"No sir. " Both subordinates muttered simultaneously.
"Dismissed, report to your quarters."
The two had turned on their heels and headed straight to the shared quarters without speaking to one another or anyone else.
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