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So this one is a little new for me. I'm borrowing a lot of characters, from Glee and Marvel. Mainly this is an Avengers/Glee/X-men crossover focusing on Glee characters. There's going to be Klaine, Captain America/Iron Man, for starters, and I'm taking great liberties in the origin stories of a lot of characters that other superhero fans are going to recognize, from Thor to X-men. So I hope you enjoy the ride!
A Shadow's Light
Location: Unknown region of Siberia, Russia
Time: 0300 hours
Mission: Retrieve stolen data for SHIELD
It was a relief that the plane had been able to get as close to the plant as it had been. During the planning process, they had estimated the drop site being 10 miles from the location. Thanks to the storm that was currently raging, the man was now only two short miles from his destination.
That destination was barely visible ahead, its lights moving across the land, occasionally lighting up the ten foot fence that surrounded the building. Beyond that, Intelligence had informed the man, no less than 100 guards stood outside the building, all armed with explosives and semi-automatics that each would not hesitate to use if the need arose. After getting passed those guards, he then had to get into the building, find the control room, locate and retrieve the files before returning to the rendezvous point at 0700 hours.
The man shook his head, forcing himself to focus on one problem at a time. Which was navigating those two miles in the middle of a Siberian blizzard.
"Just my luck. Why is it that every time I'm in the desert, it rains, and every time I'm in Siberia, it snows! Damn Intelligence, they said it is rare to have a blizzard here, yet every timeā¦" The man grumbled to himself as he began the trek towards the fence.
It was an hour later when the man found himself sheltered in a tree, watching the fence for an opening. From his vantage point, he saw no less than 20 cameras, each overlapping the other with no blind spots to tell. Armed men were walking the fence on both sides, seemingly invincible to the cold. The man swore under his breath as he accessed the situation.
Finally, he nodded to himself before walking out into the open. Immediately, alarms began blaring as the men raced towards his location.
"Halt! Put your hands on your head and drop to your knees!" The command came from the speakers located on the wall, repeated multiple times in Russian, English, French and German before stopping. The man obeyed, dropping to his knees immediately. The guards were on him instantly, forcing his arms behind his back to cuff them before forcing him to his feet. One guard did a quick check, removing three hand guns and a small knife before nodding to the ones that were holding the man. They marched him through the fence and into the building, silent the entire time.
The man was forced into a room with only a chair in the center of the room. After being forced to sit and being tied to the chair, the guards left the room, leaving only one with him. The man settled back, prepared for a long wait, but it was only a few moments later that a tall, severe looking man in uniform came storming through the door.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The tall man demanded in Russian. The man raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm in a building in the middle of no-where Siberia. What could I possibly be doing here?" He sassed easily in English, watching the man's face turn red.
"There are two ways that we can do this, either way, I will get the information I want from you," The guard responded back in English, grabbing the man's hair and yanking it back to see his face. The man smirked.
"Guess we both will be getting the information that we can for then".
"SHIELD," the guard hissed, releasing his hair and backhanding the man, "They send one little boy to retrieve their precious information".
The man laughed as he straightened himself up from the slap, "They didn't need to send anyone else. So why don't we make this easy, you tell me where it is, or better yet, bring it right to me, and I won't kill anyone and destroy your location before leaving here".
The tall guard stared at the bound man for a moment, and then began laughing, "You are very funny. A puny little boy like you thinks that he can kill a man like me. I've killed more men than you can dream of, little boy, for I am Igor Karofsky, Destroyer of men. My name is written in the skulls of those who have crossed me and none dare defy me!"
The man sighed, leaning his head back.
"Destroyer of me, written in skulls, yadda yadda yadda. What is it with you people? You're that desperate to make sure your name is known? Here's a hint, honey. People might like you better if you don't kill and write your name on others," The man responded, tilting his head at Igor. The man growled at him.
"Really, growling now? Are we truly animals? Well, I suppose, the way that you act, it shouldn't surprise me," He continued, watching the taller man grow redder with each passing moment. He mentally braced himself, "After all, you follow your leader like a bitch to water. Here's a hint for you, Hydra will fall, and I'll be the one to watch you fall with it".
The words were barely out of his mouth before Igor punched him in the jaw, sending his chair flying backwards and shattering it into pieces. The man winced, quickly regaining his feet and shrugging off the now loose ropes.
"Hit a soft spot? Let me explain this to you. You need to punch people while they are tied down, write your name on your victims and generally force yourself to be feared and remembered. I don't need any of that. Remember when I said that I was going to kill and destroy your entire building? That is what I do. You asked me what my name was. Here's the only name you will ever have to remember. Shadow." The man whispered the final word, watching all the color drain from Igor's face. The taller man backed away quickly, eyeing the man in front of him with fear for the first time.
"What's the matter? I thought I was just some little boy? Here's the first lesson, and the final one you will ever learn. Never judge by another's appearance," With that, Shadow delivered a devastating kick to Igor's stomach, sending him to the floor, before waving a hand at the soldier standing by the door, simultaneously sending him into the wall and bringing the gun to his hand. Without even glancing at the fallen soldier, Shadow sent a bullet through his head. He whipped the gun to face Igor, pulling the trigger and ending his life before walking out the door.
Only to meet ten soldiers with their guns trained on the door. He smiled and waved at them before disappearing before their eyes. Shouts of confusion rang through the hall as Shadow walked among them, careful to keep the illusion going and occasionally placing something against the walls. He turned down an empty hall, taking a second to get his bearing. He ran through the maps in his head before turning right and continuing past the guards that were running through the halls, searching for him.
Must keep it safe. I must not let it out of my sight. I will protect it with my life.
Shadow paused as he heard the voice echoing. His face lit up as he realized it was coming from the room to his right. He entered the room, instantly creating an illusion that the door had never been opened. Inside, a boy stood in front of a safe, gun drawn and eyes trained on the door. Shadow looked sadly at the boy, disappointed that someone so young had been drawn into this fight. He was tall, bulky, his hair cut close to his head. A quick visit to his mind informed Shadow that the boy was related to Igor, there only to keep his family safe, to protect his brother from being forced to help.
Shadow forced himself to walk past the boy, reaching out and using his telekinetic power to open the safe and retrieve the information inside. A small usb floated into his hand, which was quickly tucked into his pocket before Shadow walked to the computer. He looked behind himself, noting the boy had not moved. In moments, Shadow released a virus onto the computer systems, erasing all the data within and sending it to SHIELD.
Without a second glance, he exited the room, moving towards the exit. Behind him, soldiers were shouting commands to find him, others were yelling about their computer systems. Shadow raced towards the fence, a quick glance at his watch telling him he had only a half an hour to reach his pick up location. Behind him, guns began firing as the camera's caught sight of him, lifting his illusion and making him vulnerable.
Shadow separating his focus, lifting himself off the ground and over the fence and deflecting the bullets as the came near him. His feet hit the ground on the other side and he raced for the rendezvous point, less than a mile east of his current location. Twenty minutes to go until pick-up.
Seconds later, an explosion rang out behind him. Shadow took a quick look behind him, watching the plant go up in flames. The virus that he had unleashed on the computer had been formatted to overheat and, within ten minutes, trigger the bombs that he had set along the building while he had been invisible to the guards. He slowed his pace for a moment, catching his breath as the point came into sight. Five minutes to go. He leaned against a tree, waiting for the plane to arrive.
A shot rang out, a bullet embedding itself in the tree next to Shadow's head. He instantly jumped to attention, watching as the boy approached the area, his eyes trained on Shadow. Shadow narrowed his eyes and turned invisible, watching the boy scan the area.
The plane flew into sight, its ladder extended for Shadow. He jumped, grabbing a hold as it flew upwards. Shots rang out as the ladder was pulled upward, Shadow's body appearing back in sight as the blood loss began to make him lose control of his power and bringing him towards unconsciousness.
Location: SHIELD headquarters
Time: 1 month later, 1200 hours
"He was shot 10 times, almost died three times on the operating table. If I send him out a new mission, every person responsible for putting him back together will kill me," Fury snapped at the two men in front of him, daring them to argue with him. Which they didn't disappoint.
"Come on, who here hasn't been shot. We are not asking for him to go on some life or death mission, that's your area of expertise. We are merely asking that he attend the same school and keep an eye on our son," Tony Stark argued, leaning forward and pressing his fingers together.
"Who is receiving death threats. Which makes this a very dangerous situation. I don't risk one of my top agents in scenario were we have multiple others who would be perfectly capable of filling this position," Fury shouted, leaning forward in his own chair to stare down Stark.
"Ok, let's just calm down here for a minute. The threats that our son has been receiving could be nothing. We all know that. Or they could be real. We've done a lot for you, Sir. We are asking that you help us out," Steve Rogers broke in, reaching over to grab Tony's hand, "Please, consider it and ask him to consider it as well".
Fury watched the two parents for a moment before sighing loudly. He hit a button on the phone.
"Send me Agent Hummel," He hung up the phone and shook his head, "I don't know if he'll agree, but he's been driving everyone crazy trying to help out here. The boy doesn't know the meaning of the word rest.
"That's why we want him. With all due respect, there is no-one better," Steve answered, smiling at the apparent victory.
"Plus we hear he's as queer as they come, and since our boy likes the boys, they should hit it off, making his job easier," Tony deadpanned, making Steve drop his head into his hands as a knock came and the Agent walked in the door.
Kurt Hummel, codename Shadow (not his choice by the way), had been an Agent since the age of 12, usually worked on spy missions throughout the world, had several abilities, including but not limited to, telekinesis, telepathy and illusions. His name was known throughout the world, he had never failed a mission, and yes, he was as queer as they came and proud of it. He was a good-looking man (age 22), who looked much younger than his actual years, tall, lithe, very athletic and subsequently a favorite among the other Agents.
And as deadly as the came. Even now, with ten bullet holes in him that were still healing a month later, he was prepared to fight any enemy and give his life for his mission.
All the more reason Steve and Tony wanted him to protect their son.
"Here's your mission, if you choose to accept it. You recognize Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, I imagine," Fury waited for the nod and 'Yes, Sir', before continuing, "They want you to take this case. They have received death threats towards their son. They want you to watch him and catch whoever it is that is threatening him. Your mission is first and foremost to keep him safe, then to catch the person responsible if possible. You will be going deep undercover, joining his school, staying in the dorms, keeping as close of an eye as possible on their son. Do you accept this mission?" Fury finished, waiting for the agent's response. Kurt remained quiet for a moment, thinking it over.
"We can tell the teachers so you don't have any homework or anything like that? We just want you near to keep an eye on him," Steve offered, worried the answer was going to be no. Kurt snorted, looking imperially down at the first superhero.
"Do you not understand how undercover works? No-one outside of this room will know why I am there. To them, I'll just be a new transfer student. If you tell anyone, my cover is blown and your son is going to be in danger," Kurt rolled his eyes before turning to the Director, "I accept this mission."
Steve and Tony shared a smile before pushing a file towards Kurt.
"This is our son. His name is Blaine Anderson".
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