Authors note; hi, this is an F story, not an A story. Please review the story after you read it because I love getting reviews. And before anyone says it I know that Ward was a traitor, but in this version he wasn't and Fitz and Simmons are still besties and Fritz isn't brain damaged.
This story takes place near the beginning of the first episode of season two.
Coulson and May are in Coulson's office. Coulson has just told May that he has to focus on recruiting.
Coulson reached into his desk and pulled out a file. "What's that?" May asked.
"This is the top-ranked initiates for new shield agents worldwide. We need new blood, so I'm going to send the team to find them." He tossed the file onto the desk, flipping it open. Inside was some photographs of teenagers May didn't recognize, a pile of complicated documents, some hand-written notes, and a even what looked like adoption papers. "They're highly skilled. If we can train them they might become valuable assets, but they're scattered over the world so we'll have to split up."
"Are you sure about this? We aren't really prepared to be training new recruits right now-"
"I'm sure." Coulson said. He glanced at his watch. "But I have a flight to London in twenty minutes, so I'll have to leave this one to you. But remember, these kids think that we're criminals 'because that's what they're saying on the news every night, so I actually suggest saying you're the FBI to get them into the car."
"But shouldn't be trying to-" May asked, but Coulson was already out the office door. She frowned and snapped the file shut. "Alright then."
"I don't want any more objections this came straight from the director." May snapped. She stood in the hangar where they kept the Bus, arguing with the other agents.
"Now here's the the OP. Sky and Hunter are going to Oklahoma to find a Jackson Monroe. Here's his file." She tossed Hunter a couple of files stapled together. "Triplett and Bobby are going to England for a Sage Cole. Ward and I are going to New York to find a Tobias Murie. Fitz, Simmons, you two are headed to Canada for a Julie Hayes. Everything you need to know is in those files. Now get going, we should get this done as soon as possible."
"What, we're going alone?" Fitz asked.
"You'll be fine. You're looking for a high-schooler who's a part-time janitor at the University of Toronto. You'll be fine." May glared at them as if to say no more arguments. They didn't argue.
~~~Fritz & Simmons are sitting in the back of a college lecture hall in Toronto~~~
"I'm telling you, I don't see her." Simmons whispered to Fritz as a professor talked about chemical engineering at the front of the room.
They both glanced back down at the school photo from the papers May had given them.
"There, sweeping up by the back door." Fritz said. They both stood and snuck around to the other back corner of the lecture hall.
The girl they had been searching for was Julie Hayes, the girl from their files. She was short and thin (the more polite might say she was petite not "runty" though the latter was more correct) and had blond hair in a braid over one shoulder. She had watery blue eyes and washed-out face and clothes like someone had sprayed her with a hose and washed off all the color. She wore a white sweater and pale blue shirt, light jeans, and white flats.
She was sweeping the floor, but listening to the professor at the front at the same time.
At the front of the room, the professor said, "All right, and for this one we'll need the seventy-third element…. anyone tell me what the seventy third element is?"
Nobody raised their hand.
"Tantalum. Seventy-third element in the periodic table. Fifth group. Five is red." Julie Hayes mumbled to herself, not looking up from her sweeping. Fritz and Simmons exchanged a glance.
"She's right."
"I know."
"How old is she, again?"
"Come on."
"Excuse me-" Simmons said. The girl jumped and turned, eyes wide. "Is your name Julie Hayes, by any chance?" She gave the girl a kind smile, which wasn't returned. Julie just looked more nervous, taking a step back.
"I'm- how do you- who are you?" She stuttered.
"You are Julie Hayes?" Fritz asked.
"Y-yes." She said with a nod, her fingers tightening on her broom handle so that her knuckles turned white. "N-Now w-who are you?"
"Don't worry, we're with the FBI. We're here to help you. You may be in danger, you need to come with us." Simmons gave and encouraging nod and Fritz gave a wry smile. Julie Hayes still didn't seem reassured.
The girl gulped. "D-danger? What k-kind of danger?"
"We don't know. But you do need to come with us, we can protect you." Fritz said. Julie glanced back and forth between the two, then finally seemed to come to a decision. She leaned the broom against the wall and pulled off the dark green janitor's apron she was wearing, tossing it to the floor.
She turned back to them. There was now a determined glint in her eyes. "Where do we need to go?"
~~~May and Ward are in a boxing gym in NYC looking for Tobias Murie~~~
"I see him, over by the punching bags." May said. "Let's go talk to him."
"Alright." Ward said. They both started walking towards the row of punching bags hanging from the ceiling along one wall. They walked straight towards the boy in front off a scuffed blue bag.
He was tall and lanky, but muscly, with a buzz cut of dark brown hair and caramel colored skin. He had dark almond eyes and a kind face, and he wore a gray workout top and shorts. He scowled at the punching bag as he punched it with his puffy red gloves.
"Tobias Murie?" May asked, pulling off her sunglasses as she approached. He looked up in surprised.
"Yeah? Who the hell are you?"
"We're with the government." Ward said. "You need to come with us."
"Look, whatever it is, I didn't do it, I swear. And I have plans tonight." He pulled off his boxing gloves and swaggered towards a bench. He tossed them down and picked up a towel, which he hung around his neck. "So just leave me alone."
"We weren't asking."
~~~Triplet and Bobby are in a local police station in England looking for Sage Cole~~~
"C'mon, man, we have the bail money and we signed the papers, let the kid out." Triplet said. Officer Korinth, with his huge jiggling belly and his red face, scowled at him.
"Fine. She's in the holding cell. But be careful with that kid." He had to struggled to turn on his chair as Bobby and Triplet headed down the hallway that he had motioned to. "We took her in after he robbed three armed cars single-handedly. He isn't anyone to underestimate."
"We won't don't worry…." Bobby waved over her shoulder. "Officer bowl-full-of-jelly." She added under her breath.
"Are we sure about this?" Triplett asked with a frown as they walked. "I mean, this kid is sixteen and they rob armored cars. We might just want to steer clear of them. Why does Coulson think he can control these new recruits?"
"I don't know. But we can handle her." Bobby said confidently. "According to those papers May gave us, she's 5" 2', and we're armed. Plus, if Coulson thinks this is the way to go, who are we to argue?" They turned a corner and found themselves facing a holding cell.
Sitting on the bench inside, reading a magazine and lazily propping her feet up on the wall, was an extremely short girl with curly red hair and a black headband. She had a freckled face, big ears, and dark eyes. She wore a dark green tank top, black rain jacket, torn jeans, and muddy black-and-red sneakers. She glanced at them as they approached, but didn't really seem to be surprised.
"Hey." She said, and her voice was strongly british accented. "Who the bloody hell are you?"
"We're with the government. SHIELD, specifically." Bobby said, flipping her badge open. The girl grin.
"What, that American agency that went wonkers? You here to toss me in the lock box?"
"No. We're here to keep you out of jail." Bobby said. "One condition: we get you out of here, you come work for SHIELD."
"Yeah, sure," The girl shrugged. "Things were getting boring here in England. Might as well go with you. Not like some other gov'ment agency turds are gonna offer me better." She tossed the magazine down on the bench and hopped up. "The names Sage Cole, by the way. But I'm betting you knew that one."
"I'm Agent Triplet. This here is Agent Bobby." Triplet said.
"Brilliant." Sage clapped her hands together. "Shall we get the hell out of here, then?"
~~~Sky and Hunter are in an Oklahoma high school, looking for Jackson Monroe~~~
"Hey, isn't that him over by the basketball hoop?" Hunter asked.
"Yeah." Sky said. "We should probably hurry. Teachers are giving us looks. We're not technically supposed to be here without visitor passes."
"Relax. Anyone asks, we're his aunt and uncle here to pick him up." Hunter said, and they hurried towards the boy leaning against the chain-link fence.
He was standing alone, wearing a black hoodie and jeans, with a flop of dark hair and pale but sharp features. He was tall and thin, and his black t-shirt had a black design that looked like a rat firing a cannon on it.
"Jackson Monroe? We're with the FBI." Sky said. He raised his eyebrows.
"No, you're not. I can always tell when someone's lying. You are. Now who are you, really? And how do you know my name?"
Sky and Hunter exchanged a look.
"We're with the NSA-"
"You're lying."
"We work for the school board and-"
"Lie."
"You're in danger and we're here too-"
"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Jackson said, sounding annoyed. "Seriously, don't you get it? Stop lying. I can tell."
"Fine. You want the truth? We work for SHIELD. We aren't criminals, and we don't work for Hydra. We think you would be a good agent and we came to recruit you by the orders of Director Coulson."
"You're…. you're telling the truth?" He asked, startled. "You really think I would be a good agent?"
"Look, with the way you just figured we were lying you'd be a bloody good one. But you come now or never." Hunter said impatiently. "You comin' or not?"
He hesitated a moment, but then he said, "I guess I am."
OK, thats chapter one! I really hope you liked it. I'll get chapter two out as soon as possible. Please please please leave a review or favorite/follow if you liked it.
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*F out*