chapter o n e
It had been two whole years since the CENTER shut down for good, and Martin had spun far below his once cheery persona. The true, less smooth and sweet and more sarcastic and charismatic eighteen-year-old drop out began to shine through after loosing his life's dream. His fashion had changed from border lining surfer to whatever he had clean in his closet, now that all of his flame shirts had been ripped or stained. His hair was loosely spiked rather than brushed back, and his ears were pierced twice. He wore just plain text tees and ripped pants with boots. Graduating high school had been a great moment in his life, but after only one month in college screwing half the female population and getting drunk at frat parties had lost it's appeal, so he dropped out.
"Martin! Martin, c'mon, you need to drive me to school." Diana cracked open her door to see Martin picking up his cigarettes.
"I'm coming." he said gently.
Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Martin went to store, stayed in his room, picked up Diana from school, and had his daily argument with Dad. He quietly walked out into the front porch and took a seat on the bench. He put in his ear buds and turned on his music. What he didn't know was that he was being watched.
A man peered down at Martin through a binoculars from the rooftop of one of the buildings. The back flap of his suit jacket whipped in the breeze. He lowered his binoculars and pressed an ear piece with his free hand, "This is Agent Coulson, tell Fury I've found the subject."
Martin looked up, noticing the man watching him, "..." he gazed with amazement; Who was that?
"Martin?"
Martin took his eyes off the man to look at Diana, "Di, you see that guy?"
"Who?"
"That man, he's over on that rooftop over there." Martin pointed, only to notice the man was gone, "... was..." he said, disappointed.
"I think the heat's getting to you. I'll see you later, okay? I have to studying to do with Jenni." she smiled, pausing. She hugged Martin softly. Martin was a bit surprised, but he still accepted the hug, he wasn't like most of the others who dawned the same clothes; he still liked affection, "I love you." she whispered.
"I love you too." he smiled as she released him. He waved as she ran off. Before he did anything else, he looked back to the spot where the man was.
He closed the door to his room, putting his books on his desk. He relaxed, taking off his baggy camo jacket and dropping it on his bed. He looked up, seeing a tall, black man in front of his window. It only took Martin a few seconds to note the man's body. He was bald, had a black band wrapped around his head, and wore clothes that were similar to those in the Matrix.
"Martin Mysterè, 18 years old, only child of a divorce, your father is Doctor Gerard Mysterè, and your step mother, and the mother of your step sister, Diana Lombard, a Mrs. Morgan Lombard." The man turned around, showing his face, "And you are a former special ops agent for the CENTER, now disbanded."
Martin knitted his brow, "Who are you?"
"My name is Nick Fury, and I'm here to offer you something new."