Avengers Fanfic

The "Normal" Avenger

Chapter 1

The Beginning

I walked down the streets of Brooklyn around 5:00 pm, stepping around a homeless man with rags hugging the edge of a alley I past. Yeah, doesn't that sound smart. I was actually walking toward a diner on the other end of the crossing I was getting close to. I frequently go there because I'm not the best cook and I like their food. On the up side, it's not a far walk from my two bedroom apartment 3 blocks away.

I saw that by the time I got to the light, it was almost going yellow. Not wanting to wait another five or ten minutes for it to go green. I stared jogging running toward the empty crossing. I swore as I noticed a yellow taxi coming. Thinking quicking, I jumped on the hood of it and jumped on the other side of the sidewalk, almost losing my balance.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He didn't seem pissed enough to stop, so even if I was going to answer him, he wouldn't of heard it. I waved cheerfully at him, but he was gone. I chuckled to myself. Considering I was about 27, that was slightly immature. I shrugged it off, no one had gotten hurt. I turned right from the side walk, toward the dinner.

I opened the door for a pregnet women, walking ahead of her. She uttered a thank you and I smiled back. Waving at the cook and couple of waitress I know, I sat down in an empty booth. A waitress came to me with a smile. "Reese, you want the same?"

I nodded my head, tapping my blunt nails on the table. "Yeah, sounds good. Thanks Anna."

She gave me a smile, tapped her little book on the table and walked off. It's sort of sad that they know my order like that, but what can I say, I like this place. It's peaceful and I knew it wasn't safe for my health to be alone for 24 hours.

I went on my phone, looking through the work I did. Being something like scientist with an knowledgeable concept of the human mind and how it works, I did plenty of research. Spent most of my time on it actually, Submitted some of said research to whatever college I decided to work at, gaining money. It was basically how I lived.

I nodded at Anna as she brought my cheeseburger and fries with a pickle on the side, all in one of those red baskets with that wax paper with coffee or a bottle of beer. Whatever I was in the mood for. I craved cheeseburgers, loved them with a passion.

I saved my screen, protecting my work and was about to take a bite when I heard. "Ms. Jorden?"

Cheeseburger still in hand, I looked up seeing a man in a black suit, white shirt and black slim tie with dark sunglasses on. I tensed, whenever people like that showed up, it wasn't good. It reminded me of watching the Matrix when I was younger. I made myself smile. "How's it going, Neo?"

His face was a stony as ever. I raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

I have a feeling I wouldn't forget him, he had a hard jaw, slightly crooked nose and crew cut dark blond hair. This made me more suspisious. He said. "No, Ms. Jorden, we've never met before."

I nodded, putting my food down. I saw Walter, one of the older cooks give me a worried look out of the corner of my eye. I shook my head. "Do you want something? And how do you know my name? What's yours?"

He held out a hand to me and I shook it. He replied in that flat monotone. "I'm Agent Richlin, but that holds no importance. I'm hear on the matter that our Director would like to speak with you."

I waved a hand across from me. "Sit down, you'll bringing alot of attention to yourself."

He seemed to notice the same thing. "Yes, I agree. Shall we talk outside?"

I snorted, shaking my head. I replied to his question/demand. "Nope, I just got this food, I had to wait all day."

I had a feeling he was annoyed, though his face did nothing to show it. It was the slight body language he showed. The slight tensing of shoulders and small bob of his adam's apple. He sat down and I asked. "So, why does you're director want to talk to me?"

"I'm apart of SHIELD, Strategic Homeland-"

I frowned at him. "I know who you are, Agent."

So, it's Fury then. I waved a hand at Anna and mimed a box, she nodded. "I want nothing to do with SHIELD. Government agencies aren't the thing for me. Sorry, come back with another sales pitch another time."

"Please, Ms. Jorden."

"Nope." After that, I ignored him, shoving my phone in my pocket and boxing my food. I wasn't going to let it go to waste. I'd heat it up later. Closing it, I walked past the Agent, ignoring everything he said. I walked back toward the apartment I lived in.

/ / / / / / /

My apartment had my room which was just a bed, dresser, connecting bathroom and small mirror on one wall. The second bedroom was where everything was. I had maps all over the walls, computers (3 of them) against a wall, built in shelves all along another wall filled with books, another side of the wall programed as another huge computer, but touch screen and the last wall had 6 tan filling cabnets filled with my research and other paper with bolted locks that I had the keys to and then passcodes for each drawer I memorized. So you figure 2 large drawers per cabnet and I have a decent amount.

I had a small living room with a couch and small t.v and a smaller kitchen behind that. Had simple kitchen applicancies there. My workroom had a DNA analyzer and about three locks to open. You can say I'm paranoid about my stuff and research.

I had a Masters in Enjineering and a Bachelor's in Physcology. Offically that is. The unoffical stuff is hacking or slightly or more so illegal things. I was called a 'genius' when I was younger. The media and their labels. It made me laugh. I was a kid at 12 in Brooklyn living middle class with a knack for computers and electronics. It just came to me easily. I figured the degrees would look better and allow me to learn more.

For the past couple of days members of SHIELD has been bothering me. I wondered at first, but figured it had something to do with my Master's or they somehow go ahold of my other activities. I know it had nothing to do with my Bachelor's. I took that because I already knew computers, but I wanted to be able to read people or read people better than I could before. Being as techlogically advanced as I was, it was not easy being social.

I just knew it was something I didn't want to be involved in, so I ignored them. Speaking of SHIElD, a knock hit my door. I scowled to myself, opening the drawer and pulling out a standard pistol and checking the chamber for the bullets I knew were there and clicked the safety off. I knew it was most likely SHIELD, but you never know. I had some paranoia in more than just my work.

I looked through the pep hole and saw another Agent that I was slightly famillar with. He was a little less stone than the others, Agent Coulson. He had a leather case in his right hand, about the size of a laptop. I clicked the safety and tucked it in the waistband of my jeans, toward the back. I threw on an over shirt that was open to hide it better. I opened the deadbolt along with two chains and the two normal locks above and on the knob.

Agent Coulson raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Ms. Jorden."

I rolled my eyes. "Agent. Surprised you didn't come before."

"I had something to take care of before."

That sparked interest in me. "And I suppose you can't tell me what that is."

"I'm afraid not, classified."

I shrugged. I just needed to get this stupid meeting over with so I could go back to doing what I was doing before. I back up a little and allowed him to come in, closing the door behind me. I said. "Lead on, then."

He walked until he was seated on the couch and sat on the other end, toward him. "This is urgent, there is no more avoiding it anymore."

I knew he was talking about me. I didn't want anything to do with SHIELD. "It always is."

Coulson said, calm as ever. "This time is serious. Something has happened."

"What do you even need me for. You can pick up engineer's and you have no urgent need for that or physcology. Unless this is for that stupid Avengers thing."

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "How do you know about that?"

I scoffed. "Please, to me that's child's play. You do know how stupid it is. What, superheros to save the world. This isn't a comic, Agent." When I did find the files for the Avengers Inititive, I laughed hard to myself.

Coulson replied. "It gets to that point."

He reached in the bag and my hand snapped to my gun and I shot him a glare. He raised his hands and said. "I was just getting something, Ms. Jorden."

I kept my glare on him along with being tense until he pulled out a computer. I raised an eyebrow, putting my hand in front of me. He opened it and started typing and then turned it toward me. I looked to see it was a man that was African American with an eyepatch over his eye. His face was as hard set as it usually was. Director Nick Fury of SHIELD.

I waved a hand. "Hi."

He glowered at me. "Jorden, you have been ignoring my Agents."

I smirked with a head nod. "I have."

"Has Agent Coulson told you what we want."

"I figured it out myself, which is a foolish idea. None of that is my business. Why do you want with me? As I told the Agent over here, you could have others with my skills. Some even better than me."

Fury nodded his head once. "While that maybe be true, we need someone with what you know along with your other asset."

I tensed at that, balling my hands into fists. I stood up, towering over Fury in the computer and the Agent holding it. "How the hell do you know about that?"

He scowled at me. "Jorden, you think we wouldn't find out?"

"I won't, I'm telling you. I won't take orders from anyone. Find another monkey, Fury."

"All I need you to do is come and help. That's all."

I pursed my lips, taking an invisible deep breath and sitting. I uncurled my fists. "What do you have for me?"

Coulson handing over a thick file. I took it and opened it to see who else they landed on this. Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Captain America (Steve Rodgers), Bruce Banner and a question mark by Thor.

I looked at them in disbelief. "Alright, I suppose Romanoff is one of yours, but Captain America? Are you kidding me?"

Fury replied. "No, he was taken out of the ice."

I laughed to myself, shaking my head. The others were believeable or reachable. I knew who Tony Stark was, hell, who didn't? The guy was all over the plan. Even more when he disappeared for 3 months and when he told people he was Iron Man. Banner sounded famillar, I would have to look into it. As Thor, haven't heard anything about it.

I sighed to myself and then remembered Stark would be there. "Alright, one condition."

Fury raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"I want my files on that removed, I don't want Stark to find it."

Fury rolled his eye. "It in our servers, he won't see it."

I scoffed. "I want it removed. Finding it would be child's play."

"Fine."

I nodded, standing back up. "Good, we're done then."

I met, Coulson at the door, shaking his hand and locking my door again. I took the thick file and went to my workroom. After pressing my finger on the DNA scanner and used the keys to open the door, locking it behind me. Looking at the thickness of the file, I had a feeling I'd be pulling an all nighter or two.

/ / / / / / /

I sat on the comfortable and padded wheeled chair by my brown oak desk. I was in this thing most of the time, so I liked to be comfortable. I had the file open and the contents spread out in front of me. I knew that I had to be there in one day and I had someone picking me up.

I had my back to the wall which was my touch screen computer. I had each paper and photo on different parts on my desk. I looked over their mission report, saying someone attacked them, blah, blah, blah.

I put that aside and looked at the actual people. Tony Stark was an easier one, but not an easier person. It says don't work well with other, arrogance, billionare, genius, ex-weapons manufactuor and so on. I went throught he list of people. Thor was a demigod according to them, something called an Asguardian. An incident in New Mexico. I turned back to my wall and wheeled over I pressed it, having it awaken. I looked for everything on an incident in New Mexico counting when it did, reading up on all of it. I then looked up Natasha Romanoff. I had to go by the file, as I suspected when I looked, she was a spy.

Bruce Banner was a doctor. He looked like a regular man, but turned into the Hulk, a huge green mass of a man who could destroy almost anything and has loss of control when angry. If that wasn't interesting enough, the man was a genius in his own right. His specialty was Gamma Radiation, with amazing research on his own major.

I scrolled them the others, stopping midway to use the coffee machine I put in here. After lettingt the coffee sink in, I hacked into SHIELD's database. I was surprised how good it was protected. Better than I thought it would. It took me about 2 hours to do that, with all the firewalls and security measures it pulled up. i was almost proud of them that they had that much.

So around seven in the morning when I looking through their files, finding out that one of their own Agent's Clinton Barton was kidnapped by whatever cause their 'emergancy'. I chuckled a bit and saw who started this. Another one of them demigods named Loki. I shook my head, ones of the strangest things I've heard.

I gathered alot more information on Romanoff too. I looked through what they had on me and saw that Fury did as I asked and was thankful I didn't have to do it myself. I went through and looked to see if there was a trace left and got rid of the one deep in the system. I then pulling out and yawned, seeing it was around nine o'clock. I then remembered one more think in there I wanted to look at. It was research from someone named Dr. Selvig. I already looked through 's on radiation and the like.

I opened up the internet and touched through files upon files until I found the notes, he was a strophysicist and studied thermonuclear astrophysics. It was interesting and I couldn't help, but immerse myself into it. By the time I stopped, it was 10:30 in the morning. They were going to be here in four hours and I decided now was the time to sleep. I shoved all of my notes and their files in the folder, making sure to lock down my workroom. I went to bed, getting a couple of hours.

My alarm woke me at 1:30. I started suddenly and I sat up in a moment, breathing a little heavy. I shook it off, showering quickly and toweling my close to shoulder length hair dark brown hair and putting in into a ponytail, to keep it out of my face. I hated having my hair long, it was annoying and got in the way easily. Throwing on dark jeans and a light colored t-shirt with an darker blue long sleeve button down over it, opened. I grabbed a duffel, filling it with clothes and other hygine products I would need for about week just in case.

Rubbing my eyes from tiredness, I walked out and locked the door waiting for my ride.

I saw an Agent that looked just like Agent Richlin. I sighed to myself. I muttered. "What did I get myself into?"

The Agent said. "Agent Marr, are you Reese Jorden?"

I gave a nod. "That's me."

I sat in the back, my bag next to me. My back was stiff, I was somewhere I wasn't used to.

I thought to myself the same thing as before.

What did I get myself into?

There it is, my first Avengers Fanfic. I liked the Avengers before, but seeing the awesomeness of Captain America: Civil War made me love it instead. That movie was heartwrenching and great at the same time. This idea has been in my head for a long time. Hope you like it.