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Otherwise enjoy the chapter, I've had this idea for a little while, wanted to write it. So here's the first chapter, enjoy the reading.
It was a peaceful night, the tree's swayed lightly in the breeze, filling the air with a soft rustling of leaves, the soft sound seemed loud enough to cover the sound of a dozen soldiers rushing through the underbrush of the greenery. At the front of this mass of soldiers happened to be an agent named Natasha Romanoff. Perhaps one of them most dangerous women one could ever meet, you usually wouldn't see her doing this type of thing. So there's a reason why she was rushing through the tree's so quickly.
It appeared that some sort of crisis was at hand, a criminal from another realm called Asgard had come to Earth. Destroying buildings and killing people seemed to be very much on his agenda, he'd even captured one of the agent's friends. That would not do.
Nick Fury, the leader and director of S.H.I.E.L.D had ordered her to collect two people who would be beneficial to their plans, but might pose a problem when actually being collected came to mind. Both of these two people seemed to have similar abilities as far as skills go, but the two of them are very different, and both very dangerous.
One of them was a normal Doctor until he experimented with the wrong things and turned into a raving green monster; pretty much impossible to stop Dr. Bruce Banner is also one of the smartest people in the world. While S.H.I.E.L.D does need the power he possesses they also needed him for the very reason that he was smart and could figure out things that normal people would pass by with no thoughts at all.
The other person of the two that agent Romanoff was going to get was never a normal girl, from the very day she was born she was, let's just call her different for now, it's a nicer way to call her what she is. Now this woman has a sort of power similar to the Doctors, save that it happened very differently. Dr. Banner's transformation and mutation had been a mistake, while hers was intended, in no way was her mutation an accident.
Whitley Pliemtha, the daughter of Dr. Atticus Pliethma, grew up being 'different,' her father tested and experimented on her while she was still in the womb. Unsure of whether or not the baby would survive he wasn't expecting what he got when she was born. Now Dr. Atticus Pliemtha would normally be described as an insane man, a scientist at his very best. He was very well known in the 1980's, but when his research was revealed to be inaccurate he disappeared.
Thirty years later S.H.I.E.L.D found his daughter. She wasn't exactly hiding so she was easy to find, but the way she looked when they found her definitely startled them. It's not something that one can see and explain well. You'll just have to wait a little bit longer to find out.
Now let's talk about Whitley shall we? A smart girl, she enlisted into the army when she was eighteen. Her first mission was a trip to Brazil, where they were to meet with someone who might prove helpful in the future. It was during that mission that she disappeared into the forest, and that was the first time Nick Fury caught sight of her and what she truly was. So he whisked her away from the forests of Brazil, and took her to a training center, in an attempt to try to get her to join them. After much talking and one destroyed training facility, they came to an agreement.
It had been five years since that time, and now it was time for Whitley to come in, because they needed her.
It would be folly to say that agent Romanoff knew exactly what would be waiting for her; she'd seen the girl maybe two times. Once when she'd first come in, and the other time when she left, though she did see the destruction that the girl left behind. Perhaps the only thing that Romanoff remembered about the girl were her eyes, for they were always focused and alert. A light brown color, with specks of red and gold in them, they always seemed to be looking somewhere. She'd also heard that her hair was definitely a sight to see, but when she saw her the girl had been wearing a hat, so that was a mystery.
All Fury had told her was to watch the trees, and that she was heading towards the girls house, so that's what she told her men, watch the trees, and don't shoot at anything until you see what it is.
With a crunch of a twig Romanoff jerked her head in the direction from whence the sound had come, her eyes alert even in the dimming light of sunset.
"Don't move," she stated firmly to them. With silent steps she surveyed the area, holding her gun in a tight grip she was ready for anything that might happen, save that she wasn't ready for just anything.
With a muffled scream one of her men was yanked into the forest, disappearing into the leaves of the towering canopy above. Rearing around to see what had happened all she found was the footprint of where her man had been standing. Another muffled yell and another man was snatched away, his gun landed about ten feet away, making a small thud on the forest floor.
A rustle of leaves made the remaining men look up harshly to see that no one was there, just the whisper of leaves as they fell to the ground slowly.
"Agent Whitley?" Romanoff called into the chillingly quiet area. Turning around she tried to make sure that there was no one in the surrounding space, but she couldn't say that there was no one in the trees, for she could not see past the dense greenery.
Suddenly there was a roar from behind her, it was so close that she almost clutched her ears in pain. Instead she turned around quickly to see a fur covered figure swipe past her men and throw half of them across the forest before it jumped back into the trees.
"Agent Whitley Pliemtha, I am Agent Romanoff from S.H.I.E.L.D, do you remember?" She yelled again into the air. It was eerie in the forest now; the remaining men in her group jerked their heads around violently trying to figure out what had attacked them.
"Romanoff?" A voice called out response, it was a rough gargled sounding voice.
"Yes!" Romanoff nodded darting her eyes this way and that.
"Nick Fury?" The voice called out in question again.
"Yes, I've come here to collect you," she explained in a loud voice.
"Oh," the voice exclaimed. "Let me come down, don't be frightened," it gagged out.
A tremendous thud made Romanoff turn around sharply to meet eyes with a furry looking monster. Not really a monster you could say, more like a huge monkey, it seemed to be around 6 ft tall, way too large for a normal monkey, but just the right size for a mutated human.
You might be thinking, monkey, what kind of monkey? A marmoset, specifically a Wied Marmoset, usually found in the forests of Brazil, it usually has a mix of brown, light brown, and white fur, wiht a somewhat similar face. A more primitive mammal, with claws instead of nails, yes, it's a bit odd, but monkeys are cool, and this one is huge.
"Excuse for my manners Agent Romanoff, for I did not know you were coming," the beast apologized looking down as if it were a child caught doing something wrong. "Do you want me to go get your men?" It questioned apologetically.
"Agent Whitley?" Romanoff questioned holding her gun aimed at the beast. The thing nodded before something strange started to happen right before her eyes.
The beast started to change; the first thing that started to look different was its face, which seemed to shift and morph back into that of a human. Shrinking in height and losing very much fur a more human figure started to appear out of the mess of what had been before her not seconds before.
In mere moments a naked girl stood in front of agent Romanoff with a small frown on her face, immediately Romanoff recognized the eyes on the girl, the same eyes from five years ago. The girl seemed to be around the same height as her, luckily her hair covered her chest, but it seemed that she hadn't noticed that she was bare yet.
"This form is a little more welcoming I suppose," she said with a small British accent, it was something that she had picked up after spending four years around it.
"Get some clothes on, we need to leave right away," Romanoff said turning to look off randomly in the forest.
"Oh my goodness, I didn't even realize it, I'm so sorry," she muttered in shock trying to cover herself. "I'll be right back," she said in embarrassment.
Just as quickly as Whitley had changed into a human she changed back into a beast, disappearing into the trees Romanoff looked after Whitley, if she hadn't been an agent for years she probably would be able to handle the fact that Whitley even existed at all.
"Alright, let's go," a soft but loud voice called out from in front of them. They looked over to see Whitley wearing baggy black pants, a skin tight grey tank top, a brown jacket, and a black beanie hat. She ran at them with a small skip in her step as if she was happy that they were coming to get her for something that was most definitely dangerous.
Romanoff explained to Whitley that they were going to get the other man that she had been ordered to retrieve, and that Whitley might be of some help right away as the man might be unstable. Romanoff instructed her to come in quietly behind her, and only react if he was beginning to lose his temper, because that was when things got serious.
As for how Whitley felt about the whole situation, let's just say that she was wary of how things would turn out once people figure out about what she was and what she could do, there was an inkling of thought that said they might not want her around at all.
When Romanoff had come in with a dozen men Whitley had been on guard mode, there were always people trying to capture her and use her, so this had been no different, she'd stayed in the trees and attacked swiftly. Finding out that it was S.H.I.E.L.D was a shock for her, she hadn't heard from Fury in five years, only now did he ever need her help, and since she's not one to go back on an agreement of course she followed.
There was one thing that she couldn't get over though, the soldiers kept their distance from her, Romanoff seemed fine with her, even if there was a bit of an edge about it, but the expression she made when she first truly saw Whitley stayed in her mind. The agent looked as if she was gazing upon a truly monstrous creation, unsure of what to say she just looked at her. Knowing that most of the men already considered her a freak she gave up on talking to them, she wasn't going to associate with them. So it didn't matter anyway.
Hearing that they were going to get a man with similar abilities to Whitley made her wonder who the other man was, and how were they similar?
"Stay silent," Romanoff whispered hiding herself in the house that said man was going to appear in. Whitley nodded at her, of course she would stay quiet, if the man was like her in any way he would know danger if he even her one sound that seemed a little off.
Getting a little sidetracked Whitley thought about many things besides the fact that the man had already entered the house, it was clever to use a child to lure the man into a house. Definitely something that Whitley would have rejected doing. Looking around the house in wonder and lost in thought Whitley wandered into his sight, stopping next to Romanoff and looking at him with a grin.
"Hello there," Whitley said in her accented voice. The man looked at her with a bit of irritation in his otherwise gentle looking face, he looked over to Romanoff with a bit of an off expression, it made Whitley slightly on edge.
"Don't lie to me!" He shouted slamming his fist on the table. Immediately Romanoff pulled out her gun and pointed it at him, which didn't surprise him one bit, the shocking thing was the girl next to her. The second he slammed his fist n the table her eyes darted to look straight at him and her arms turned into something he couldn't quite place, an animal of sorts.
Bruce looked at the girl with wonder in his eyes, she seemed human, save for maybe her eyes which seemed to be more animalistic looking, and her arms and hands seemed to be that of a primate, but perhaps different with the claws and all. The way she was looking at him made him wonder slightly about who she was, why was she with S.H.I.E.L.D?
A small growl emitted from her throat and the fur on her arms began to creep further upwards, disappearing under her jacket Bruce couldn't see it progress anymore, but he couldn't get her eyes out of his mind. So clear, not a hint of emotion in them, just focus, alertness, and curiosity.
"Who's this?" The man questioned glancing between the two of them.
"Go outside," Romanoff instructed Whitley with a calming voice.
With a small growl Whitley walked outside slowly, listening acutely to the conversation still going on inside the house, coming out of the house to see that all of the other soldiers had it surrounded, but quickly moved off after instruction from Romanoff. She really was a woman of demanding stature, of course she had the respect of all the soldiers, else they would surely not follow her as closely as they did.
"What?" Whitley growled at one of the men that wouldn't stop looking at her. He jumped away from her and she couldn't help but smile and stick her tongue out at him, it was fun to scare people every once in a while. Looking down at her arms she let them go back to normal, marveling at how quickly she changed during the time that he had been angry enough to shout at them, usually it took her a few seconds to totally change forms, but this transformation had been almost instant.
"Whitley?" Romanoff's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"Yes?" She asked looking up with a stern expression.
"This is Doctor Bruce Banner, he is coming with us, please try to get along," she said curtly. In other words she meant you better not start anything or I will throw you out, so Whitley nodded with a smile on her face.
"Will do," she said with a serious expression on her face.
"So, who are you?" Bruce asked looking at her observantly.
"Whitley Pliemtha, but I prefer you to call me Whit," she said turning to him with a smile and a nod.
"Oh, I read some of your father's work, he was a brilliant man," Bruce said recalling looking over some of the man's research.
"Brilliant, that's a nice way of saying it," Whit mused looking at him with a small grin. She was so used to everyone calling him an insane man that never had a grasp on his brain.
Without further talking they boarded a sort of helicopter plane, Whit kept thinking about what most helicopters in movies did, which was blow up, it was the only thing that ever happened to them.
"You think this thing will blow up?" She questioned Romanoff.
"No," she replied flatly.
"Okay," Whit muttered sitting back in her seat lazily. "So if we somehow do blow up, can I haunt your ghost with my ghost?" She murmured oddly.
Romanoff ignored her and handed her some folders instead, telling her to read up on the people in the packets because that's who she was going to be working with during the whole crisis thing that they were taking care of.
"Hey this one has your name on it," Whit said showing Bruce.
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