We Need A Hero Chapter 1: Get Your Game On, a Power Rangers + Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Crossover fanfic

We Need A Hero

Disclaimer:
As always, I own nothing...Except Evanee Coulson.

Rating:
T (just cause I never really know exactly where I'm gonna end up when I start writing...lol)

Genre:
Family/Drama/Romance

Pairing(s):
Coulsye (Skye/Coulson)
Grevanee (Grant Ward/Evanee Coulson)

Lyrics Used:
Big & Rich feat. Cowboy Troy "Get Your Game On" (Unleash the Beast version)

Get Your Game On

"Dude!" Conner McKnight yelled in shock. "Did you see that?!" He insisted, watching his team mate sparring with their science-teacher-turned-power-ranger-mentor. "Evanee just flipped Dr. O.!" The red ranger was soon joined by his companions in blue and white-Ethan James and Trent Fernandez. All three boys were equally impressed by their comrade in yellow's feat.

"Holy crap!" Ethan exclaimed, his jaw figuratively bouncing off the forest floor beneath their feet. "Dude, you so gotta teach me that!" He added, grinning wickedly while rubbing his hands together, excitedly.

"Oh please!" Evannee Coulson replied, dismissively, as she helped her teacher/mentor back to his feet. "That was nothing! Level one, tops..." She elaborated while still not quite able to contain her victorious grin at the sight of her team mates' expressions. Grabbing her water bottle, she took a long drink before replacing the lid and placing it back on the log from where she'd picked it up as she spoke again. "I learned that the first day at S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I still can't believe you're pulling double duty." Trent replied, impressed. "I mean just trying to balance ranger duties with schoolwork is kicking my butt." He elaborated. "I don't know how you manage to balance those with S.H.I.E.L.D. duties."

"Well, it's definitely not easy..." Evannee admitted. "But, working with S.H.I.E.L.D. is a dream-come-true. And, when we fell into these powers, well, I think we all knew none of us really had any choice. The way I look at it is being given the opportunity to do twice as much good in the world." She added, shrugging casually.

"Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know you're workin' with us, yet?" Dr. Thomas Oliver, black ranger and the mentor of the team, asked curiously.

"Well, if you're asking if I've read them in, yet, the answer would be no." Evannee admitted, only slightly guiltily. "But, it really wouldn't surprise me if they've figured it out on their own, by now, and just chose not to say anything." She explained, wiping her brown with the yellow towel next to her water bottle. "Now...If you're all finished with your respective interrogations, are we gonna spar or what?" She asked with a sly smile. "Who's next?"

"I'll have a go." Evannee and her team all whipped around to come face-to-face with a tall man with a broad muscular build and jet black hair cloaked in a plain white t-shirt covered by a black leather jacket paired with dark stone wash jeans. Behind him were a stoic Asian woman dressed in tight black sweater and black leather vest paired with black pants, a younger Chinese-American woman who appeared to be about the same age as Evannee and her red, white, and blue comrades-if not a year or two older-dressed in a light denim button down shirt with blue and white plaid sleeves and faded jeans, a tall young Caucasian woman with copper-brown hair pulled back in messy pony tail and a plain white tee-shirt covered with a denim jacket and dark jeans and a young Caucasian man with curly copper hair dressed in a plaid button-down shirt and black pants.

"Well, I'll be damned." Evannee grinned standing face-to-face with the specialist. "Agent Ward..." She nodded in greeting.

"Agent Coulson-" Grant began, only to be cut off by one of his team mates.

"Did you hit your head or something?" Skye asked, curiously. "That's not Agent Coulson-"

"I think I can clear this up." Evanee interjected. "My name is Agent Evannee Coulson." She elaborated, directing her introduction to the rest of Grant's group some of whom she'd met, before, and one she hadn't. "I believe you're thinking of my father, Agent Phil Coulson." The yellow ranger explained, taking a moment to savor the baffled looks on the rest of the group's faces.

"Aw, crap..." Conner muttered, staring at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents before them.

"We're in deep, now." Ethan added, wide-eyed.

"Oh, give it a rest, you two." Evannee snapped, sarcastically. "If they were here to bring us in, we'd be in cuffs, already. Okay?" She added, impatient to learn why Agent Ward felt the need to interrupt their training session. "Now, Agent Ward..." She began, reverting her attention back to the specialist. "Will you please tell me what was so urgent that you felt it necessary to interrupt our sparring session?" Evannee asked, challengingly, as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Your father's been taken." Grant deadpanned, too mentally drained to play Evannee's sarcasm game.

It was at that point that Evannee became all but certain that her heart had completely screeched to a halt inside her chest. "What?!" She demanded, dangerously, with a murderous look in her eyes. "So, help me GOD, Ward, if this is your sick idea of a prank, you damn well better start sleeping with both eyes open!" She hissed, venomously. Believing that this was all some sick idea of a prank was easier to cope with than the idea that it was real and that her dad was actually in serious danger.

"Believe me, Evie..." Grant sighed, loosely crossing his arms. "Nothing would make me happier than to tell you this was all just a prank." Both teams seemed mildly surprised by the use of Grant's nickname for Evannee. Feeling her own team's eyes on her, Evannee spun around and turned her murderous stare and venomous voice on them.

"So help me, I will murder any one of you in your sleep if you try to use that name with me!" She hissed, effectively silencing any jokes or further remarks, before returning to Grant and the matter at hand. "So, just what the hell happened to my dad, Grant?!" Evannee demanded.

"Hold up a minute." Dr. Oliver interjected, confused. "What are you guys talking about? Evannee, I thought you said your dad was killed just before the battle of New York?" He asked, desperately searching for an explanation.

Looking back to Evannee, Grant quirked an eyebrow curiously. "You didn't read them in?" He asked, in suspicious curiosity.

"Well, they don't exactly have clearance." Evannee snapped, impatiently. "But, are we really gonna get into this, right now?" The younger Coulson demanded. "Or are you gonna tell me just what the hell happened to my dad?!" After a brief staring match, Evannee sighed in defeat. "Okay, fine..." Turning to face her teammates, the yellow ranger began her recap of the story of her father's survival.

"Look, you guys..." She began, slowly, searching for the right words. "Technically speaking, my dad did die when Loki stabbed him...His death just didn't take." Glancing around at all the befuddled glances she was getting, Evannee knew she would have to give them more to go on. "My dad died for eight seconds-although, if he were here, telling the story, it would be forty, but that's really neither here nor there-before the medics managed to revive him. After which, he spent a couple of weeks in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ICU ward before being shipped off to Tahiti for some much deserved R&R..." The young Coulson paused a moment to make sure she had covered enough of the details for her team. "A few months ago, they brought him back to head up this little rebel alliance behind me, here." She finished, before gesturing to each one in turn. "Everyone, allow me to introduce my dad's new team of operatives: Special Agent Grant Ward, Agent Melinda May, Agent Leo Fitz, Agent Jemma Simmons and..." Evannee's voice trailed off as she got to Skye. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met...Are you a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?" She asked, curiously, turning to the young hacktivist.

"I'm still in training..." Skye admitted, sheepishly. "My name's Skye, by the way." She added, glancing around at all the rangers before her, waving nervously.

"Hm." Evannee hummed, thoughtfully. "Who's your S.O.?" She questioned, curiously.

"I am." Grant chimed in, proudly.

"I am so sorry..." Evannee told Skye, with a playful grin.

"I'm standing right here..." Grant argued, petulantly.

"I see that." Evannee conceded with a sly grin, before returning to her introductions. "And, this little band of misfits is known-collectively-as the Power Rangers. In the red, we have Conner McKnight. In the blue is Ethan James. The man in white, over there is Trent Fernandez. Of course you all know me-Evannee Coulson. And, last but most definitely not least, our black knight over there is Dr. Thomas Oliver-our fearless leader." Evannee couldn't resist the playful grin as she introduced her own team. "Now that everybody knows each other, can please get back to the business of just what the hell happened to my dad?!" The yellow ranger demanded, impatiently, as she turned her focus on Agent Ward.

"Is there someplace more private we can talk about this?" Grant asked, warily.

"Seriously, dude?" Conner asked, confused. "We're in the middle of the freakin' woods...How much 'more private' do you need?"

"Y'know, Conner, it'd be really great if you could learn when to just stop talking!" Evannee snapped, before returning to the matter at hand. "You'll have to excuse Mr. McKnight. He's a little dense when it comes to S.H.I.E.L.D. business...When it comes to a lotta things, actually..." She mused, thoughtfully.

"Hey!" Conner whined, petulantly.

"Oh, tell me I'm wrong!" Evannee snapped, playfully. "Anyway, Dr. O, mind if we use the lab?"

"Not at all..." Dr. Oliver replied, gesturing for the S.H.I.E.L.D. team to follow him into his private, underground, lab.

Once they were all safely inside and the stone door had slid to a close, Evannee turned on Grant. "Okay, Agent Ward..." That was the first sign that Grant was in deep. She never used his title and surname outside of S.H.I.E.L.D. unless she was getting highly pissed off at him. The specialist knew he'd have to tread lightly. "You wanted privacy, we gave you privacy...Now, you better start talking..." The yellow ranger warned.

"Well, I'm sure you remember Mike Peterson, correct?" Grant asked, curiously, gauging where he would need to begin with his briefing.

"You mean the homicidal maniac that took Skye hostage?" Evannee asked, bluntly. "Yeah, I remember. What about him?"

"Well, you see..." Jemma chimed in, excited to finally have something to offer in a briefing. "When we confronted Mr. Peterson at Grand Central station, Agent Ward shot him with a weapon that Fitz and I designed which...basically froze him..." The bio-chemist began, trying to simplify her explanation for the scientifically-challenged in her audience. "And, allowed the Extremis in his system to stabilize and allowed his body to absorb the newly stabilized serum." She finished, smiling proudly.

"What's Extremis?" Dr. Oliver asked, curiously.

"It's a highly experimental and highly unstablenew substance derived from the same formulas that created the super soldier that is Captain America. Extremis is a new variation on that formula. It has a nasty little habit of causing anyone who's injected with it to spontaneously combust, without warning." Evannee explained. "What?" She asked as she took in all the confused faces staring at her. "I read." The yellow ranger explained, defensively. "Mike Peterson was recruited into a program known as 'Centipede' shortly after an on-the-job accident cut his construction career short. They implanted the underside of his forearm with a device that looked eerily similar to a centipede-hence the name-and infused it with Extremis. Gave him super-human strength among other abilities." She explained. "As Peterson approached his boiling point-for lack of better words-he started behaving erratically. Started making a bunch of demands and took Skye hostage trying to get away from S.H.I.E.L.D. As Jemma stated, the team caught up to him at Grand Central-thanks to Skye's mad hacking skills..." The younger Coulson paused to grin cheekily at the hacktivist. "When they confronted him, Ward shot him with a specially designed sniper rifle which ended up essentially freezing him and stabilizing the Extremis."

"At which time..." Grant interjected, picking up where the bio-chemist and the yellow ranger left off. "He proceeded to turn his life around...Sent his son to live with his aunt while Peterson went to the S.H.I.E.L.D. training facility...Began training to become a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent...The other day, your dad decided to bring him on to this team to help us combat some Centipede super-soldiers that had started making names for themselves."

"I see..." Evannee hummed, taking in everything that the S.H.I.E.L.D. team before her was saying, while remaining completely oblivious to the vacant stares of her teammates, behind her. "Where's Peterson, now? You think he took my dad?"

"No." Melinda cut in, stoically. "But, he did play us...'Causing your father to be taken..."

"The man didn't have a choice!" Grant snapped at his pilot before returning his focus to Evannee. "Peterson called home to check in with his son-told him he'd be coming home for a visit-at which time his son told him that his new friend had been excited to meet him."

"And, just who is this 'new friend'?" Evannee asked as her teammates could all clearly see that the yellow ranger was gone-replaced by Agent Coulson. It was a side of her they'd never really seen and they were taking in as much of the briefing as they could keep up with.

"Her name's Reina." Grant replied, curtly. "We don't really know anything else about her, other than that she first recruited Peterson into the Centipede program. She's the one who took your father. When Peterson spoke to her on the phone, he told us that she demanded he turn himself over in exchange for her sparing his son's life."

"But, what she actually demanded was that he turn my dad over..." Evannee concluded, given everything she'd already heard.

"You got that from all that cryptic code they were spewing?" Ethan asked, in awe at how Evannee pieced the puzzle together so quickly.

"I can't believe your dad went along with something like that..." Dr. Oliver interjected.

"It's not code, Ethan..." Evannee mumbled, not even bothering to look at her comrade, in blue. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. Given what May said about Peterson playing them...Obviously he lied, said Reina wanted him, when she actually wanted my dad..." She muttered, chewing her thumbnail in concentration as she analyzed the situation. "As for you, Dr. Oliver, an innocent child's life was at stake..." She deadpanned before looking her mentor in the eye. "What the hell would any of us have done?" After a tense silence, Evannee finally looked back up at Grant as she asked "Why'd you all come to us?" She asked, curiously. "Why isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. organizing the extraction?"

"First of all, to answer your first question..." Grant replied, carefully. "He's dead."

"What happened?" Evannee asked, curtly.

"After the exchange, he passed Ace off to me and told him 'Daddy had to go make something right.' and took off running after your dad, calling out to me, over his shoulder 'Take care of my boy'." Skye explained, her voice only slightly watery and thick with emotion as she wiped a stray tear from her eye.

Trying to avoid making the situation any more emotional, Grant powered onward with his briefing"As to why S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't organizing the extraction, Agent Hand decided that no agent is that important." He explained, darkly. The change in his voice and in his eyes terrified the rangers.

"My dad is." Even Evannee couldn't honestly say that she recognized the voice that uttered those three little words as her own. Her tone was murderous and dripping with venom.

"My sentiments, exactly." Grant agreed, darkly. "We came to you guys because we know about the Rangers. And, quite honestly, we need somebody with your abilities to get past the Centipede super-soldiers that will undoubtedly be guarding your father." He elaborated.

Sighing heavily, Evannee had to agree. Whoever this 'Reina' woman was, she wouldn't give Evannee's father up without a fight. "I don't know what this 'Reina' bitch wants with my dad..." Evannee conceded. "But, you're right. If she went to so much trouble as to hold an innocent child hostage to blackmail Peterson into turning him over...She's not just gonna roll over and play dead...We're not gonna get my dad back without a fight." Just then, everyone in the room, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Rangers alike, all saw the figurative light bulb flicker to life above the younger Coulson's head. "But, we do have one advantage that even my dad doesn't know about..." She spoke cryptically as her lips curled into a sly smile as she rushed over to her team's computer.

"What are you talking about?" Grant asked, curiously.

"Yeah, what advantage?" Skye asked.

"While my dad was in a coma, in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s ICU, I sort of...implanted him with something..." Evannee admitted, guiltily.

"What was it?" Melinda demanded.

Rising from her previous position, leaning over the keyboard, Evannee dug through a nearby drawer before pulling out a small silver box. As she opened the box, she pulled out a small hypodermic needle, holding it up for all to see. Before she could explain herself, however, she was soon cut off by a question.

"Are those what I think they are?" Fitz asked, in awe.

"Well, that depends, Agent Fitz..." Evannee teased. "If you think they're mosquito wings, you'd be absolutely correct." Glancing around the room, the yellow ranger realized that she and the rocket scientist may well have been the only ones that actually knew what she was talking about.

"Bloody brilliant." Fitz breathed, awestruck, as he stared at the small devices in Evannee's hand.

"I'm sorry..." Skye interjected, sarcastically. "Did you just say that you implanted your dad with insect wings?!"

"Well, not literally..." Evannee argued, impatiently. "The name 'mosquito wings' just refers to their size. They're actually microscopic GPS tracking devices." She elaborated, watching the understanding wash over her audience.

"That's both genius and...kinda creepy..." Conner replied, slightly disconcerted by the idea of a daughter injecting her father with GPS tracking devices.

"Say what you will..." Evannee replied, dismissively. "But, I figured, between everything my dad has seen and done in his time with S.H.I.E.L.D. and everything I've seen and done with you guys..." She paused to indicate the Rangers. "I knew it was just a matter of time before these little babies came in handy...All I have to do, now, is just activate the trackers and we'll have the exact latitude and longitude coordinates of my dad's location."

"You're a genius!" Jemma squealed, excitedly.

"Jemma's right, Evie." Grant admitted. "You are an evil genius."

"Not evil." Evannee corrected, playfully, as she programmed the information from the trackers into the computer. "Just genius." She grinned as she sent the command to activate the tracking devices she'd injected into her father. "Bingo!" She declared, triumphantly, as the coordinates appeared on the screen before her.

Author's Note:
This was just an idea that came to me, the other day, and it's been driving me absolutely crazy ever since. So, I decided to run with it. Let me know if y'all want me to continue it.