S.H.I.E.L.D Classified recording file #2845
Time of recording: 3rd November 2005, 0700 hours
Location: On exit from -DELETED INFORMATION-
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ACESS APPROVED.
PLAY BACK IN PROGRESS.
FACIAL RECOGNITION ENGAGED.
BIOLOGICAL AGE RECOGNITION ENGAGED.
The back compartment unit of the SHEILD issued vehicle opened from the outside, and was quickly filled with several field agents, all of them moving silently amongst the rest of their ranks, lining up tightly against the walls so as to create a surrounding defensive force. Shortly after two Agents entered, the difference between them and the others being that they wore more flexible protective gear.
Neither spoke for a time, instead opting to sit on one of the few metal seats the unit could offer. Eventually the man of the pair decides to turn to his partner and attempt at small talk.
Male identified: Agent 'Hawkeye' Clint Francis Barton, Biological age at time of Recording: 25
"I don't think we'll be forgetting that one anytime soon," He smiles while speaking, though his partner doesn't show much of his humor or even exuberance as Clint did at that moment. In fact if anything the red haired agent looked more like she was more locked inward, unwilling to speak to anyone still.
Female Identified: Agent 'Black Widow' Natasha Alinova Romanoff, Biological age at time of Recording 22…?
"No agent fatalities, a main hide out of terrorist cell got shut down, disbanding the operation. We even managed to capture one of theirs, all in all not bad," Agent Barton leaned back in his seat, as if to further show how relaxed he was. Perhaps he was expecting his fellow agent to finally reply to him, if that were the case, he was let down as Agent Romanoff instead remained as eerily silent as ever.
Before Barton could make another attempt, he was interrupted by the entrance of two more field agents, the both of them pushing a large, man sized container up a ramp and into the back of the vehicle with the rest of its occupants. Barton's previous relaxed stance disappeared, his slouched position changed to almost straight back sitting, hands now lightly holding his bow.
Even Agent Romanoff was now even more alert than before. Her hands latched onto the pouches that kept her handguns, eyes trained on the strange container. And for the first time since entering the small containment on the back of the vehicle, the red haired Russian spoke to the partner beside her.
"Can that contain it?"
But before Agent Barton could reply there is one last entrant into the vehicle, the ramp closed and doors were triple bolt locked behind him. The entrant didn't bother to wait until the engines underneath their feet had started to even purr as they walked up to the container. The container failed to betray what was hidden inside it, it's surface being more like a mirror than a window.
In that reflective surface stared back the face of an older man, his right eye scarred and covered by an eye patch.
Male identified: Director Nicholas Joseph Fury, Biological age at time of Recording: 54
"The container is made entirely of glass, rubber and hard plastic Agent Romanoff. That should be just enough to stop it from getting out and attacking us at least. But I'm not too sure about its level of outreach," The Director said as he turned back to the two Agents sitting behind him.
"Meaning there's a possibility that it can reach through all that insulation?" Romanoff replied, not letting her stance loosen, the other Agents around her also tensing even more at her words.
"Perhaps, we're not too sure at the moment, haven't had time to check. At best it's possible it'll be nothing too powerful to kill on the first attempt. Maybe not even stun if we're lucky, which is why we have to leave this place as quickly as possible. Get this to a better contained environment before it wakes up," With that the Director turned away from the container, muttering orders into a hand held device for the driver to begin their exit out of their position.
"What is in there Fury? We only saw flashes during the fight, before you managed to somehow shut it down," Barton asked, somewhat casually despite the fact that they were all still on guard to watching the container with whatever was inside of it. Fury didn't answer, the question left hanging into silence.
Nick Fury took a seat on the opposite side of the two Agents, the three of them making some kind of entertainment out of watching the container for most of the trip. Despite this level of surveillance, it was several seconds before anyone noticed the slightest of slight cracks near the bottom of the container, at least not when it first appeared. However the moment it started to grow, fraction by fraction, was when Agent Romanoff was the first to be alerted of its presence.
"We have a breach!" She stated quickly, her hand grabbing out her weapons as she was on her feet, the other Agents following her action as they too pulled out their fire arms. Director Fury and Barton stood and moved to be by the doors. Their bow and gun at the ready to make sure that whatever it was did not leave this vehicle alive.
"What is in there Fury? I need to know what I'm up against," Hawkeye asked one last time as he readied his bow, pulling the wire back as far as it would go.
"Just try not to hesitate Barton, it cannot be allowed to escape,"
Barton was too enthralled by the effects of the container after that point to further question his Director's orders.
The rubber and plastic layers of the container started to noticeably warp and shift around, the heat of whatever is inside melting it. The glass layers in response to the shifting layers caused it to crack even faster and larger than the ones that Agent Romanoff had noticed. Eventually the plastic and rubber melted down off of the container, pooling together into puddles that enveloped the steel floors.
The glass continued to crack until finally the structure gave in and shattered, the heat of it all causing some small to medium shards to fly across the room, the Agents having to hold up their arms to protect their faces. The bigger pieces of the glass fell to the floor and shattered further there, those pieces skittering around on the now plastic and rubber covered floor.
Eventually all the layers were gone, leaving only the figure that had been contained behind them, free to move around. Their limbs shifted, testing the freedom they now had, but that small shift caused all Agents to immediately point their weapons at them. All Agents, except for Barton, who despite his orders, hesitated.
"Jesus Christ…" He said under his breath, his bow lowering despite himself. His partner didn't lower her weapons, but at seeing what Barton was looking at didn't fail to affect her.
The small figure that stood where the layers of the container once were was a small female child.
Her arms that had shifted before were now holding herself tightly as she sat curled into a ball. Sweat and tears stuck her hair to her face, leaving only her eyes recognizable through the tangles mess. They stared up at the strangers around her, clearly frightened.
In any other situation it would incredible to think that this small child could in any way be considered dangerous and life threatening to the trained Agents that surrounded her.
But that image was somewhat shattered as anyone could also see the sparks of electricity that emitted off of her body.
She made a move to stand, and Fury shot her.
END S.H.I.E.L.D RECORDING #2845.
Anthony Stark sniffed once as the play back of the recording that 'happened' to fall into his possession came to an end. Behind him, on several other screens, replayed videos of several other almost impossibly incredible events that were sourced from the government agency of S.H.I.E.L.D, however those scenes didn't have the same people in it. Instead, the scenes contained things such as a clearly radioactive inflicted man as he had grown in size and become green skinned, destroying an entire city block, to a weird man that resembled a Viking, holding aloft a large hammer, whilst being struck by lightning.
Sir, Miss Potts wishes to know if you plan on sleeping tonight.
"Almost finished JARVIS, tell Pepper I'm just finishing my homework,"
Of course Sir.
The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist took a moment to rub his eyes, though it to him it was definitely not a sign that he was tired, if anything it was because of the glare that the light gave when bouncing off the polished steel of his many Iron Man creations that stood across the room from his desk. With this in mind, Tony typed two last commands into the computer before allowing himself to finally go upstairs and sleep for the first time in 72 hours.
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CLOSE UP FOR FACIAL RECOGNITION ENGAGED.
Female S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Identified: Birth name unknown. Agent name: TESLA. Biological age at time of the recording: 7
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TESLA FILES COPIED INTO AVENGER INITIATIVE DATABASE
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