This is really one of my first tries at writing a solid Fan Fiction story and what better to do it on than my new found obsession with the Avengers. I really do hope you like it and any suggestions are welcome =]
Mist rose from the dark ground as two dark beings stood atop a tall peak on the small meteor, floating through space. The taller of the two gazed out across the vast wasteland. Deep trenches ripped the ground apart with sharp jagged rocks rising out against the inky black sky. No other color was seen but the dull grey and black of rock and metal. A small planet could be seen in the sky off to the far right, a mix of green and blue colors, the only thing in the sky that showed any light. The shorter of the two beings stood at attention next to the taller.
He spoke, "These mortal beings may be a young race but they will cause us complications in the near future. The oracle has prophesized that they will be our downfall in our goal of reigning in the cosmos. I foresee that they are not as weak as they appear."
"The oracle's visions are growing weak with his declining age. These mortal beings will be no consequence to us Meanion," the other replied with bored arrogance waving his hand towards the small planet in the distance.
"Master, if I may speak my opinion, I feel it would be intelligent of us to start to permeate them from an internal point now. If we have soldiers on the ground, that have served us from their birth, we will have allies on the planet when the time comes for us to overtake the weaker race," Meanion stated with a nervous glance towards his lord, concern etched across his face.
The other looked back at Meanion with a look of amused annoyance, "If this is how you feel, send Creena. But do not pick some common pathetic human. I shun the idea of training a plain human to attempt to be our spy and him fail before he could prove himself useful. Some of those feeble mortals must have advanced capabilities. Do not pick one that will fail us. This mortal must be able to serve us well. They must be able to obey."
Meanion nodded looking relieved that his suggestion was not only considered but approved for completion, "Yes Master, we will start searching for such a being. I will send Creena as soon as the mortal has been found."
"I hope you are not wasting my time Meanion, for it is exceedingly valuable. You will be in a much worse setting if you fail me," said the Master as he turned away from Meanion without a look at all and faded into the black.
24 Years Later
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A soft mumble from under a large blue blanket sounded in the small dark room. The ring of an alarm clock rang throughout the space loudly. The button on the top of the small white box that read a time of 4:45 AM perched so precariously on the short nightstand, went down as if somebody pushed it. There was a rustle from under the blankets, as Charlie sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The lights in the room suddenly flickered on and Charlie stretched her body out as she stood next to her bed making small noises as her spine made little pops. She grabbed her long tangled mess of strawberry blonde hair in her hand and pulled it up to the top of her head, fastening it with a hair-tye she had on her wrist. Charlie looked down at the end of her messy sheets and blankets at the small pile of clothes in a neutral gray folded neatly on the edge. She smiled ignoring them and grabbed a pair of light blue baggy sweat pants that were crumpled up on the floor and pulled them on over her black spandex shorts. She snatched a t-shirt that had been carelessly tossed onto a bureau and threw it on over her matching black cropped spandex tank. She walked out of her bedroom bare footed and out into the tiny family room/kitchen space in the tiny hut. The wood was cold against her bare feet but she was used to the slight roughness and cool temperature of the floor.
There was a tall thin broad shouldered woman sitting at the kitchen table already, looking at a see through green plate of glass with a metal edging that was flashing faint script in a lighter green color. She had short cropped jet black hair that showed off her extremely angular features. She also had pale light blue eyes, that now moved quickly back and forth across the green glass taking in the flashing green script that was disappearing and reappearing quickly. Charlie walked directly into the kitchen and opened the small old fridge, pulling out a small carton of eggs. She quickly turned on the stove and the cabinet opened up behind her, the frying pan flew out and into her outstretched hand. She then started making work of cooking scrambled eggs.
"You overslept Charlie," the woman said in a deep scolding voice, her eyes never leaving the plate of glass.
Charlie rolled her eyes and continued cooking the now scrambled eggs. "I don't understand why it is necessary for me to wake up at 4:30 every morning Creena. You have said every morning now for the last month that my training will be complete soon. I know the rules about sleep so why is it needed for me to continue not having any." The blond looked up at the other woman with annoyance in her eyes.
The woman tsked and looked up from the green glass her eyes narrowing at the girl in front of her with plates of cooked scrambled eggs. "I knew letting you attend that human school was a bad idea. You learned so many bad habits there among those mortals," she said taking the plate from Charlie.
"Well if you weren't aware of this, I am human. And I am supposed to be human for the mission to be completed. If I would of walked into the territory of the enemy trying to pose as a normal human girl with having no prior knowledge as to what a television was they would have locked me up in a mental institution," Charlie said taking a large bite of her eggs. She pointed at the salt shaker which automatically slid across the table and into her open hand.
Creena frowned. "Yes I know what the purpose was behind you going to the university but I wish you hadn't picked up so many of the human traits. You used to be so very disciplined. What if the Master is not pleased with you when he contacts us to put the mission into action? He already is not exultant with your being a female. What happens to you then little girl? You will not be allowed to come with me back to Epsliom. You will have to stay here and wait for the Creon to come over run this planet. And you most likely will be killed," Creena said glaring at the girl. Charlie nibbled at her eggs looking down at the dark wood. Charlie sighed and pushed her eggs back and forth across her plate, avoiding making eye contact with Creena.
"You are right Creena. I apologize," Charlie said softly as she finished off the small portion of eggs and stood up taking her plate to the sink, "It's just frustrating. I feel like I haven't advanced in any of my training since I have returned from school. I have come to a stop in my learning and I feel like I am ready. What are we waiting for? Why can I not start my task?"
Charlie started washing the dish, drying it then put it back into the cupboard. Creena looked at the young woman standing inthe kitchen with an annoyed look.
"You know why we must wait. Your placing into the S.H.I.E.L.D organization has to be timed perfectly. You cannot be there too long for you will surely be discovered, but you will need enough time to collect the necessary information and complete the significant sabotage of the Avengers group. The Epsliom army has been collecting energy and resources in heavy for the past two years. Ever since the discovery of the other beings that have been aiding the mortals, Meanion has been preparing for a war we have never had to fight before. The Creon race is only able to survive by the acquiring of resources from other planets. You know this as well as I do. This will be only the second time we have taken over a planet with a race already inhibiting it," Creena said staring at Charlie, the green tablet still clutched in her hand.
"But why Earth? If the Creon are not able to easily take this planet for the resources it holds, why waste the time and effort taking it? Just skip it," Charlie said crossing her arms. She already knew the answer to this question because she had already asked it numerous times. But it still didn't make sense to her.
"Because this is what has been ordered by Meanion and this is what we must do. You have been trained since birth because of your skills and this training will not go to waste. You will do as you are told and therefore we will continue with the planned mission and you will not continue questioning it," said the black haired woman sternly, "Now go warm up. You will do extra shielding practice today for your complaints and lack of discipline."
Charlie flinched and dropped her head before she turned and walked over to the door on the far side of the small living space, venturing outside to her training area. The small cottage that Creena and herself lived in was hidden away halfway up Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. The cottage was small and shabby looking from the outside, easily looked over from the sky because it was hidden so well in the dense forest that covered the mountain side. The cottage was small but was able to house Creena and Charlie comfortably, which it had for the past 24 years. But the most valued space was not the cottage at all but the large grassy area that was on the back end of the house. This area was completely surrounded by tall thick pines that kept out almost everything. This is where Charlie trained every day since before she could remember, training her body, her mind, and above all else, her special skills.
Charlie thought about her special skills and the promised shield training she would be receiving later and grimaced. Her skills were the main reason why she was here, why she was being raised by an alien race that found her to be a second class species, and why she had no true human contact until the time she was 20 years old, just a mere 4 years ago. Charlie thought about her past 24 years as she started to stretch out her muscles in the cold air.
With the ability to make most objects move in any way she could think of without touching them, she had been plucked from an orphanage before she had turned one. The Creon had found her shortly after her parents death and gave her to Creena to be trained immediately. From before she could remember, Charlie had been trained in all types of fighting. Hand to hand combat, the usage of human and Creon weapons, and the ability to deal with high levels of pain. These were all skills that Meanion had deemed necessary for Charlie to learn, and so she had. Charlie had also worked on strengthening her mind in her special talent. When she had first started with using her skills, she had only been able to lift small objects in normal situations. The only time she had been able to make any real progress was when she was frighteningly angry. She had been able to move entire tress then but wasn't able to properly control it. After time and practice, Charlie had mastered her own power of moving objects without any thought at all.
Well that was the easy part, Charlie thought bitterly as she started shifting a pile of logs a few meters away from her. Charlie groaned at the thought of the shield training that was bound to go terribly as it always did. Charlie was able to project a mental shield away from her self that could block not only objects but fire, gasses, and bullets. The power would have been very handy if it hadn't been for the small setback. Whenever something struck the shield, her brain automatically thought of the strike as real pain and even though her body wouldn't be in any harm, her brain could feel the pain. The shielding practices that Charlie had endured before always had ended with her lying in the fetal position on the ground trying not to cry out in pain.
Charlie stacked the large logs in different patterns as she stretched out her calf muscles. She missed the university. Even if some of the humans she had associated with were as revolting as Creena and Meanion had told her, some were genuinely not that bad. Meanion had wanted to continue Charlie's complete seclusion from the others of her race because he didn't want their super spy to 'Pick up any nasty human habits'. But after a brief social incident in the town at the base of the mountain, which Charlie still giggled at, Creena had realized that Charlie would never pass as a normal human girl without some training in the culture of the human race. A spy that knew nothing about her enemy was about as useful as a gun with no bullets, so Charlie was shipped off to the biggest college in the state that they resided in.
"Why are you playing around out here?" Creena's sharp voice cut through Charlies musings as she continued to stack and restack the logs across the courtyard. Charlie looked back at Creena and let the logs fall to the soft grass with loud thuds.
"I'm not playing, I'm just thinking," Charlie said turning towards Creena. She really wished she hadn't put her in such as bad mood so early in the morning. Today was going to be a tough day, no doubt.
"If you do not get to work this instant, I will make sure your shield is bullet proof tonight," Creena hissed angrily before stepping back inside, slamming the door. Charlie groaned and got started doing her muscle exercises dreading the day to come.
Creena slammed the cupboard doors in the kitchen purposefully, as Charlie cringed at the loud sound. Shielding training had left her with a painful migraine that was now pounding directly between her eyes and she was trying to keep her mind blank to recover from the beating she had received. Charlie looked over at Creena, who was now finishing up cleaning the kitchen, through her hair that was hanging in front of her face. Charlie hoped that there wouldn't be another day like the day she had just experienced.
"I contacted Meanion," Creena stated as she slammed the last cupboard closed with a loud band, Charlie winced.
"Anything new?" Charlie asked with a bored un-expecting tone. She just wanted to go to bed and sleep off this headache, Creena had been playing games with her all day to make up for her smart mouth earlier that morning.
"Well, actually yes. It seems that Meanion thinks you ready for the plan to be put into motion," Creena said sitting down opposite Charlie. Charlie had let her face slip into a look of pure disbelief and was gaping at Creena, as if she had just decided to do the Macerena in the middle of the kitchen.
"Wh-what?" Charlie said barely making a move, scared that the opportunity would vanish if she startled it. There was no way her griping this morning had done anything to change Meanion's mind. Creena had to have known this morning. Charlie had complained and earned herself the day of hell all for something that most likely had already been decided before she had even awoken.
"Meanion has decided that your training has been completed, and with the time frame we are looking at, you will have just enough time to fake my death, get yourself noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D and get picked up by their Avengers program so you can infiltrate their alliance and gain the information we need," Creena said matter-of-factly crossing her arms.
"What do you mean 'faking your death'?" Charlie asked astounded by the quick change of events.
"You will need to make it look like I have died so you will no longer have any ties to keep you from joining the program. They will not be able to come around asking questions if there is no one to ask besides you," she retorted looking at Charlie like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"When?" Charlie asked quietly, still amazed by the idea that her ultimate goal given to her by her mentors, was now finally to be put into action.
"We will start the plans tomorrow," Creena stated standing up from the table, "You will read this all tonight before you go to sleep so we can start first thing tomorrow morning in preparing you." Creena handed Charlie the green tablet she had been using this morning. On the tablet, light green etching spelled out a list of detailed instructions and information on what she needed to do to get accepted into the program. It would take her at least a year before she would even meet the targets if everything went smoothly but this would all be done on her own. Preparing for this had been something she had waited for her whole life and now it was just handed to her over the kitchen table, like it was a dinner napkin. Charlie gazed down at the tablet in awe, her purpose was finally going to be fulfilled.