A/N: This is my first story, I don't usually write the stories that pop into my head but I just had to write this one down. I've only written this chapter so far to see what people will think. My OC is a Mutant since the X-Men are within the Marvel universe, she has similar abilities to wolverine but her body is stronger than a normal human.
I've recently updated the chapters from 1 till 6, chapter 7 onwards will be new content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of the wonderful characters. Apart from my Pan, one moment she's a part of my imagination and next she off saving the world.
Pan was running late and Fury would be annoyed she knew. But it served him right, she had told him thousands of times before that she hated leaving a job half done. For this reason it was curious that he had recalled her at all, plus the message had been urgent. Something important had happened whilst she had been away and Pan wanted to know more. Currently sat in the jet SHIELD had sent over to retrieve her from Afghanistan where she had been stationed, she tried to relax back into her seat. Her clothes were still dusty from her prolonged stay and she didn't even try to dislodge it any more. They'd better have a new clean uniform ready for me she thought absently. The vest top, loose combat trousers and boots she had on were now well worn with scuffs all over and the odd tear here and there, Oh an a hot shower would be perfect right now too.
"ETA 5 minutes" the pilot called. Good she thought soon I can get of this hunk of metal. There were few things Pan disliked in this world and flying happened to be one of them. Oh she wasn't afraid and it didn't make her ill, but the thought of being inside a metal container which had the possibility of exploding just made her uneasy. Standing as her ride came in to land she steadied herself for touch down and calling her thanks to the pilot, she opened the hatch and stepped down the ramp after it had settled. Surveying the deck of the SHIELD helicarrier it was clear that something was definitely going on, people were scurrying to and from. Not too far from where she stood was a woman with flame red hair and a physique to die for, she headed over to her knowing she would know what was going on.
"Natasha," Pan called out "Long time no see." The woman in question, also known as Black Widow, whipped round a small smile gracing her lips.
"Pan! I didn't know Fury had called you in. You should have called ahead." She replied stepping forward to embrace her friend. Next to her stood two men who seemed curious about the new arrival in front of them. Natasha wasted no time introducing her "Dr Banner, Captain this is Agent Sarah Morgan." turning to Morgan she said "Pan this is Dr Bruce Banner and…"
"Captain Steve Rodgers," Pan interrupted with a smile, holding her hand out to the soldier "I've heard much about you." This brought a look of confusion to the Captains face, but Banner answered first also holding out his hand "Pan? A strange nickname" Pan took it looking the Dr in the eyes allowing him to see her cat like pupils, he frowned Not what you were expecting Dr? she thought, out loud she replied with "Some would say the same for Hulk." Stepping back he winced, bowing his head slightly accepting the comment.
Natasha was quick to interrupt, knowing what her friend was like. "Gentlemen you may want to step inside in a minute, it's going to get a little hard to breath." Morgan watched the confusion spread across their faces as they looked around them. Warning sounds echoed across the deck, soon joined by mechanical groans of hydraulics moving below them. She rolled her eyes at Natasha, who merely smirked. Why didn't I stay away? It was bad enough getting the jet. Her attention was drawn back to the two men.
"Is this a submarine?" The Captain asked, walking towards the edge of the deck with the doctor. Not quite Pan thought.
"Really they want to put me in a submerged pressurised metal container?" Banner replied. Watching them reach the edge Morgan knew what they would see, as the massive rotatory engines rose from the water creating impressive whirlpools as they started up. She smirked mirthlessly as they were forced to step back by the wind created by the fully uncovered engines.
"Oh no, this is much worse." Banner corrected, whilst the Captain just looked on in awe.
Leading the way across to the entry hatch Pan watched as jets were quickly strapped down and all unnecessary personnel headed inside. In didn't take long for them to travel through the ship and soon they were on the bridge, it was much as she remembered from her last visit with its conference table, many computer stations and huge glass window spanning the entire front wall. "Home sweet home" Morgan murmured sarcastically as she stepped forward to lean against the metal railing. Banner moved of behind her, whilst the Captain moved towards Fury. Standing at the command station above everyone else, in his customary black trench coat Fury seemed just as powerful as always.
The multiple members of bridge crew were busy as the helicarrier reached full altitude, Pan could imagine the checks and rechecks that were occurring to make sure all was well with the monstrous machine and it's impressive four engines. Agent Maria Hill stood in the centre of it all under Fury's watchful eye.
"All engines operating, SHIELD emergency protocol 193.6 in effect," turning to face Fury she added "We're at level sir."
"Good, let's vanish." Pan resisted the urge to roll her eyes at this command, fury often had an air of dramatics about him. The process that was occurring on the hull of the ship was something Pan would have loved to see for herself however, it must have been very impressive.
Noting that everything was stable and in the good hands of Agent Hill, Fury turned to greet the new arrivals with a quick "Gentlemen", only turning to give her a sharp nod which Pan politely returned. Still with a look of awe on his face the Captain reached into his pocket retrieving $10 which he promptly handed to the Director, who merely smirked a little in reply as the Captain moved off toward the front windows. Shaking her head she watched Fury walk over to Banner, shaking hands he greeted him properly "Doctor, thanks for coming."
"Thanks for asking nicely" replying, he then inquired "So how long am I staying?"
"Once we get our hands on the Teseract, you're free to leave."
Watching in interest she followed them as they moved over to where Agent Coulson stood in the area below, who proceeded to explain the process they were using for finding the Teseract. Natasha crouched next to a screen that had Hawkeye's profile open on it causing Pan to frown, Fury had mentioned him being missing. Tuning out their voices as they began to discuss Gamma rays and other such things, she thought on what she knew so far. Nothing had been explained in full as of yet but she knew that the Teseract being stolen was bad, especially after the base that had held it had been destroyed.
The Director then spoke up "Agent Romanoff would you show Dr Banner to his Laboratory please." Leading Banner toward the exit Natasha said "You're gonna love it Doc we've got all the toys."
Once they were gone Fury turned to her, his face showing no emotion, Here we go, time for the lecture. She was therefore surprised when he opened with "So you completed your mission" it was a statement not a question. She merely inclined her head in assent. "Good, you'll be needed here from now on" he informed her.
"Sir, who took the Teseract?" she inquired knowing he wouldn't tell her otherwise.
"An Asgardian by the name of Loki, from what we can tell he plans to use it for 'world domination'. He also managed to take control of Agent Barton and Professor Selvig" he replied, placing his hands behind his back he moved back over to the central control panels and she moved with him. "Go change into new gear" he ordered after noticing the state of her attire, "Once you're done head back up here."
It hadn't taken her long to find her temporary quarters, in which she found a fresh uniform and to her pleasure an en-suite bathroom. Soon she had stripped off and was standing under the much appreciated torrent of water. Washing the dirt from her medium length brown hair and the rest that had collected on her body she breathed in deeply, finally allowing for her tense muscles to relax a little. As soon as she was clean and dry she quickly dressed in the fresh clothes consisting of a long sleeved top, tight combat trousers, long fingerless gloves and knee high combat boots. Fully clothed she stretched in front of the mirror It's nice to be back in my normal uniform, black suits me so much better than beige ever did. Knowing she had no time to truly relax she left her quarters quickly making her way back to the bridge, SHIELD staff hurried through the corridors around her very much aware of the heightened alert. Pan was hoping to talk to Coulson, after a month away it would be nice to catch up with her friend. Morgan had liked him from the moment they had met, he'd always had this strictly professional yet caring way about him. As she walked she remembered their first meeting.
She had been sat in a London bar enjoying a well-earned drink, after finishing her latest job. It's true her work wasn't pleasant, being a hired gun never had been but she was good at it, not to mention it paid well. She'd know he was there as soon as he'd entered, Government she thought great just what I need. Turning her heard to watch his approach she gave him a quick up and down look, he looked to be in his 40's wearing a sharp navy suit and a pair of smart sunglasses. Ah so American Government, that's new.
He reached her, quickly taking off his sunglasses and placing them inside his jacket, he stopped next to her. "Miss Morgan, I'm Agent Coulson. I would like you come with me so we can talk." Ignoring him for a moment she downed the fresh glass of whiskey she held in her hand.
"And why would I do that?" she replied with little interest, he couldn't hurt her and she doubted he would be able to overpower her.
"We've been watching your activity for some time Miss Morgan and you've become an interest for a number of organisations in the US. We feel you're too dangerous to be left to your own devices… especially after that business in Moscow" He explained. She smirked Too dangerous to be left alone? Who was he to stop her?
"Oh really and who is we?" she questioned turning toward him fully, so she could look him in the eyes. He met her gaze easily, his face staying free of emotion. Frowning she thought odd, not surprised.
"I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. and we know all about you and your… gifts" he clarified, "Now are you going to come with me willingly or will I have to force you?" This made Morgan laugh out loud, him force her? She smirked at him, standing so that she stood in his personal space Morgan gave her reply "I very much doubt you could."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that, our government has had dealings with others like you. We've had time to come up with solutions for your containment." his reply was smooth and he seemed unfazed by her close proximity. Keeping her face unreadable Morgan wondered Others? This was not what she expected, no one had ever been able to contain her, let alone force her to do something she didn't want to. The next sentence she heard him say was the one that may have sealed her fate in some way, "Come work for us Miss Morgan. You don't want to be locked in a small cell for the rest of your life do you?" She sighed, a new job then, that's what he's offering. Calling for another drink she turned to the bar and downed it in one, she threw down enough notes to cover the tab she had filled up. Wont' be coming back here for a while.
Turning back to the Agent in front of her she motioned for him to lead the way gaining her a small smile "Good choice Miss Morgan."
"Oh stop calling me that it's way too formal" was her reply as they stepped outside and toward the black car waiting for them. He frowned asking as he opened the door for her "What should I call you then?"
Smirking as she paused before getting into the car "It's Pandora, or Pan to my friends."