Chapter One: I'm honestly Disappointed In Myself

I own nothing from the Marvel Universe. I only own my OCs

I wish I did though.

I was having a nice dream. A really nice dream. Well I assume it was a nice dream. I can only guess for two reasons. One You almost never remember your dreams.

Secondly I was struck in the face by the handle of a gun.

Wait.

What?

I shook my head in confusion and to clear my head of the grogginess of sleep. Looking around I was aware of a couple of things.

Point one, I was not in my bed.

Point two, I was on a cargo plane of some sort. It was grungy and pretty dark.

And Point three, I was surrounded by men and women in Purifier uniform.

That was just another point of confusion.

It also didn't help that I took another gun butt to the head. That strike dropped me to the floor of the plane. I looked up in confusion to see the douche who hit me.

The douche happened to be an imposing blonde woman with a scar going from eye to chin. Her green eyes boring into my face. I could only stare back in abject terror. As she pulled her gun to strike me again I could only close my eyes and shout, "OH GOD! IF YOU HIT ME AGAIN IT'S A HATE CRIME!"

The strike never came.

Opening my eyes I saw that another Purifier had caught the woman. A young black guy around my age. He had her arm to her back and had a glare burning into her face.

Oh so there is someone here with some sanity!

"Sharron. Save that anger for the muties. Not towards another human" With that he let her hand go and pushed her towards the seats at the sides.

Well I guess you can be kind and also horribly xenophobic. Kinda...

And then he turned his attention back at me, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me back onto my seat.

"Hey rookie, you gotta keep an eye open. You never know when you might get into a firefight whether with one of those gene freaks"

He then turned his eyes back to the blonde psycho named Sharron alternating between glaring at me or him.

"Or a psycho"

With that he turned around and headed back to his seat, but stopped. Turning his head to me he said, "Nice to know there are other black guys out there that aren't okay with those dirty mutants too. After this mission we can probably get a real raid against those X-freaks"

That was the final nail in the coffin.

I was in the some form of the Marvel Universe.

And the me in this dimension was anti-mutant enough to join the fucking Purifiers.

Jesus Christ this is scary.

I spent the next ten minutes looking through my uniform for any inclination of who I was and what the fuck made me a FUCKING PURIFIER!

I found nothing but a necklace on my neck. A silver chain with a cross.

Well that gave me nothing. As I turned to see if racist me had a backpack of some kind, a voice sounded out from the intercom.

The chatter died instantly. And in seconds everyone had whatever headgear they had on. Which was a massive surprise. In the comics I don't think I ever saw them wearing anything but hoods! The helmets were a solid black full face combat helmet, with a small cross above the face plate. It looked like it was more than likely a titanium variant.

I blinked, why did I know that? I know nothing of armor.

Not wanting to attract anymore attention I blindly grabbed the helmet next to me and pulled it on. For a second everything went black. Then with a flash the I could see again. With everything in startling clarity. Everyone I saw around me had a icon that said FRIENDLY.

Okay I'll deal with that later. For know let's see what speaker psycho has to say.

"With Stryker's new weaponry We should make massive headway into Genosha. Risman will take point on this mission my Brothers. May God look down on us with mercy as we perform this holy deed!"

As the cheers roared out I sat terrified at what I had heard.

Invade Genosha? There were 15 people on this plane! How were we supposed to do anything when we reached the island!?

As I screamed internally a redheaded man in dark red Purifier armor stepped out of the cockpit. That was more than likely Risman right? And as if to confirm that fact his full name Mathew Risman.

Ah. This would be convenient. Risman walked towards the doors and stood a attention. Every Purifier in the room shot up and stood at attention too. I was a half second too late which drew an arched eyebrow from him.

Thankfully he didn't call me on it. He turned to the door and the doors slowly opened.

It was evening. The sky was a beautiful orange red.

I would've appreciated it more if it wasn't for the fact that the island in front of the sunset was not exploding in front of me.

There were multiple Sentinels flying around the island just blasting the shit out of everything they saw. Buildings were falling faster than any Sentinel that was hit in defense of the island.

It was disgusting. And the worse part was the cheers coming from the men and women on the plane.

If it wasn't for the fact that I would more than likely be killed, I would have tried spraying my weapon into my "allies"

People were starting to stand and line up in two rows. I could only assume this wasn't a landing.

It was a drop.

I stood and found myself standing next to the man who helped me from blondie. He patted me on my back and gave me a thumbs up. I returned it wanting to give that fuck a middle finger and a kick to the head. As I watch duo after duo jump off the plane a new icon appeared on my HUD.

The Icon was the symbol of SHIELD.

A second later a new voice appeared in my helmet.

"Agent ******* this Agent Phil Coulson. I know you requested no contact until you were on the ground in Genosha, because of the information we've recovered that Purifiers have a new Sentinel on the ground waiting for any big show of force from the Avenger or SHIELD. But we have no choice in this matter, I don't care how much you hate fighting with agents you haven't done any recon on before but your gonna have to suck it up."

"I- Okay... Who is it?"

"It's Agent Chilton. Daniel Chilton. He was already on the ground doing recon on the ground war the Purifiers had caused. When you make landfall remove yourself from your group by any means. Then make your way to Magda Square. Agent Chilton will be there with more information. I'm shutting down this channel to make sure no-one else is listening in on this. Good Luck Rookie."

A second later I was pushed off the plane into the open sky.

My girlish screams rang out all the way down.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier

Coulson stared blanky at the screen in front of him looking shocked. After a few minutes of looking in at the situation Maria Hill finally walked into the room.

"You... alright Phil?"

Phil turned to Agent Hill his face a mixture of shock and amusement, "Agent ****** just agreed to have an unknown team up on his mission"

Maria's face mirrored his seconds later.

"Holy Shit"

So how was that? I've always had an idea for a Marvel SI. This is not set in any known Marvel Universe. Just my own universe with influences from comics, the MCU and other fan things

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