"Make it quick Agent Evans." General Fury ordered as he rolled down the hall in his wheel chair. I had to power walk to keep pace with him. Even though he was temporarily on wheels because of the attack on the helicarrier three months ago, he hasn't lost any advantage.

I tucked the files he had sent me via Jason under my arm, "Sir, I don't approve of you telling me how to run my sector."

"Are you challenging my command and position?"

"With all due respect, I've had your position. Not to much to brag about." I said with a flat voice.

"Keep talking to me like that, I'll knock your ass out from this wheel chair, and send the security video to everyone here." General Fury snapped. "And I wouldn't call your five minutes of position much to go on."

"All the same, I'm not an Agent anymore, I'm a Captain. I'm in command of my sector, and I have a right to decide whose in it." I said firmly.

He stopped in the middle of the walkway, turning his wheel chair around to glare up at me. "Care to explain yourself Captain Evans?"

I stood firm. "General Fury, with all due respect, I'll chose what kind of people I have on my team. The fact you'd think I'd even consider some of these people tells me exactly what you think of my sector. I won't stand for it."

"Which people?"

"Mio Howlett*." I said firmly. "I had Dr. Acula himself go over all records we have on her, all rock solid evidence we have on her actions, and her own statements. He's diagnosed her as psycopathic. He said she has no form of a consciounse, and it's impossible for a person to simply grow a consiounse. She will never feel bad about the innoscent lives she's taken, and will never distinguish right from wrong. There's no way in hell she's getting on my team."

Fury nodded, "And the others?"

"You recomended a mutant telepath, Idris Welsh**, also known as Black Out?" I asked. "I met her myself, she shows no interest in this team, and i doubt she ever will."

"And why is that?" He asked sarcastically, turning in his chair and wheeling away from me.

"She's pregnant, sir."

Fury froze. He obviousley didn't know this. "I see."

"She's determind to keep the baby, and I'm not even going to request she leave her child for this kind of job. I'm not going to be responsible for orphaning a kid."

"How did you expect me to know she was pregnant?!" Fury growled.

"I at least expect you to give me serious applicants. Double check whatever people you hand to me on a whim."

"Every applicant I sent you was someone I personally believed would work well on your team, so check yourself before you degrade me to that level." Fury snapped.

I took a deep breath, trying to remind myself that Fury was my superior officer, and even though he was being a pain in my ass right now, I owe a lot to him. He gave Hawkeye the okay to take me on as a protege, and if he hadn't I might still be on the streets.

"I apologize, sir."

"I won't hold it against you." Fury assured me. "Just be careful, your new position as the captain of a whole sector is a highly watched one. The council is going to question every decision you make, no matter how small it is. Just be prepared to undergo that."

"Thank you, sir." I said, trying to decide if 'every decision' was an exaduration.

"And now that I know which of my suggestions you'l like to claw my eyes out for, any you're interested in?" He asked, almost as if an after thought.

I held up the two files I had, up until now, tucked under my arm. "I want these two."

Fury took them both, opening the first. "For some reason, you didn't trust me with their real names in these files."

"More like I didn't trust everyone in your sector."

"Jackson?"

Furry nodded, "I forget his real name sometimes, I usually refer to him as Stark's hell spawn in my head."

"Understandable. He spiked my normaly coffe with about five shots of expresso." I grumbled. "Anyway, you wrote their alias' as Spidergirl, and Hellhero."

I nodded, "Send them in."

LATER THAT DAY, IN THE FINISHER'S SECTOR

"The hell are you bringing in these noobs for?"

I look up from my desk, seeing none other than Jackson Stark standing there, leaning against the wall of crates, looking more like his dad than I'd ever seen him. That 'at ease' look that made you just wanna punch his whole jaw off was settled calmly about his whole demeanor.

"Here's an easy answer for you." I said, looking back down at my endless paperwork. "You're an expendable Agent, I'm your Captain, you'll shut the hell up and not question me."

He let out a fake-mad-scientist laugh. It was a laugh that I had come to realize only Jackson could do. That sarcastic spin on top of the lunatic twisted laughter was a tone only he could manage. "How long ago did you give up that dream?"

"Ten days after I met you."

"Don't you mean ten seconds?"

"Pretty much."

Tama rushed into my office, "I do not savor the thought of teaching new warriors everything I have learned! I do not have the time to teach imputent children!"

I paused, looking up at her form my paperwork, "Tama... you're nine."

"It matters not!"

I sighed, "Look, from what I hear about these two, you don't need to worry about them not pulling their weight. The whole reason I picked them is because they don't need to be taught."

Jackson frowned, "You actually expect they'll be able to pull the same weight as us? Pull the same weight as you, maybe. You just sign papers now, a five year old could do it. But the same as me? Do you know how many shifts I've been pulling in France and Italy this past month alone!? Any random homeless guy shouts some paranormal accusation, and my metal ass gets called out to investigate."

I took a deep breath, trying not to let Jackson's usual jackassery get to me. One day I'm going to kill him, and make it look like an accident. Or if someone else kills him, I'm going to have a helluvalot of fun kicking his body around until I felt better.

"Jackson, Tama, I'm bringing in new people because we're streched to thin. It's because you're being overworked that we need new members." I said calmly. "I've hand selected these new recruits. And if they accept the offer, then-"

"Wait!" Jackson interupted, "You're telling me, they didn't apply? You just hunted around through S.H.I.E.L.D. files until you found one that stood out to you?"

I shook my head, "The Coulcil made recomendations, and I looked into them."

Jackson laughed, coming over to my side of the desk and leaning over my shoulder, trying to be as annoying as he could. "How does it feel to be a coorprate tool?"

I smacked him in the face with a file, "About as good as it'll feel when I kick your metal ass off this helicarrier."

"I can fly."

"I'll shove arrows into your flight stabilizers so you can't." I shot back, "And before you say I can't do that, I can. Jason gave me a blue print of your suit, so I know every weak point. And i can shoot anything that moves, so I won't miss."

Jackson pulled away, "Damn Jason and his stupid-"

The laptop on my desk lit up, revealing Jasons face, "I'm still king of the lab Jackson."

Just as soon as he had appeared, he disappeared. Jackson growned, "Why does he do that!?"

Tama put a comforting hand on Jackson's shoulder, "Because he is King of the Lab."

My desk phone rang obnoxiousley, and I answered it quickly. "Captain Evans. Uh huh. Egypt? Who'd the tip come from? You got it."

I hung up, meeting Jackson's gaze, "Get yourself to Egypt, some one claiming to be psychic is shouting about stars aligning, and a thousand year old demon walking the Earth once more. I'll send you coordinates."

"I hate psychics." Jackson growled, walking out.

THREE DAYS LATER:

I had heard they were good, but I didn't know they were this good. I had been expecting some pretty good hand to hand, basic knowledge of crowd control, and a reasonable amount of common sense. I didn't expect this level of skill.

Spidergirl was a fifteen year old kid, in a blue and red spandex suit and half face hask, with blue combat boots strapped on tight. She flipped into the middle of the street, landing in a crouch position that honestly looked painful to me. "Robot, Serial-222134-XXDR, this is Spidergirl, authorized enforcer of city of New York-" She trailed off for a moment, "Well, ...sort-of, unofficially authorized, and I respectfully request that you terminate your belligerent rampage...or self-destruct. Y'know, whichever works best for you. But, I prefer the first option, because, damn do I hate cleaning up messes."

She'd fit in great on our team.

Said Robot actually stopped walking around, sotmping on cars and knocking over buildings, and looked right at her. "Your request has been heard and acknowledged...and now, it is being used as the reason to finish you."

Two flaps on the robot's back opened up, two seperate missiles launching out of them, aimed right at Spidergirl. I had my bow out, two thermal arrows aimed to distract the heat seeking misles. Before I could 'save' the kid, she flipped right above the two misles, letting them explode on the street. As the robot lashed out at her with it's left arm, she jumped up onto the back of it's hand, and then flipped off, landing ontop of a street light.

"Well...you're big, hut you're also slow." Her half mask showed enough of her lower face that i could see her grinning like a five year old. "This should be...fun."

She flipped off the street light, dodging two lasers from the robot's eyes, then flipped forwards, adjusted herself in the air, shooting out two weblines at two of the buildings lining th street, pulled back on the lines, before lifting her feet so she was sling-shot right into the robot's chest. The robot fell onto it's back, crushing two cars and a fire hidrant on the way down.

Hell Hero was seventeen, clad in black ninja-like gear, with two red H's blarring on the front of his sleeveless "Big and slow? Isn't what girls want in a guy? No wonder, your all giddy, web-for-brains."

Spidergirl Stood straight and tall as the robot rolled around on it's back, water from the fire hydrants soaking him. "Hear that, robot? The blind man seems to want to try and make a joke...but, he doesn't seem to be able to find his sense if humor...care to help him, out 'Big Bot?'"

Hell Hero didn't seem fazed when the robot lashed out with his misles, again. He lumped over them, letting them crash into each other, not causeing any damage to the street beneath them. He stared at the robot for a moment, before saying to Spidergirl, "Hey, I can see the weakpoint."

I had a pretty good view of the robot from here, and with my training to be able to see weak poitns on just about anythinf from far away distances, I figured that I should be able to see it too. But I couldn't see any at all. There was no area the metal plates seemed welded, no visable cracks, nothing. I just figured that the guy must be wrong.

Hell-Hero pulled out two seemingly normal blades from his belt, but I had read his file. I knew they were made of adamantium. Indestructible metal. Before I oculd even blink, he stabbed the two swords into the side of the robot, using the momentum to swing up above the robot's side, and turning as he did to throw two disks at the robot. THe disks embedded in the very center of the robot's chest. I'm one fo the best marksmen in the world, and even I have to admit, that was a pretty good shot. The second disk was about two inches shy from dead center though.

Hell Hero jumped off of the Robot, digging his swords out of the side, and ran over to Spidergirl. She grabbed him, threw him on the ground and covered him with her body while the robot exploded. oil and fuel leaked out of it's chest, most of it catching on fire as Hell Hero an Spidergirl stood up, not even breathing hard.

Hell Hero turned to PSidergirl, "You, know, Web-For-Brains, it's hard to believe that you're a genius, when you keep spitting-out such stupid jokes."

Spidergirl shrugged. "And, one would find it hard to believe that you, Mr. I-Think-I'm-Hotter-Than-Satan's-Nutsack, are, in fact, blind, when you keep seeing the flaws in everyone... and ignoring the obvious one that you seem to have."

"Flaws? I know nothing of these flaws you speak of." Hell Hero smirked. Why the hell were they just standing there, joking? They do know that in a city like New York, there's always going to be another person to save, right? So why waste time? Why not get right back to the job?

This was part of what I had been afraid of, that they might be skilled enough to be on the team, but they wouldn't mentally be mature enough. I knew that my team mates had been to hell and back with me, and after Loki's attack, eveyrone had changed.

Jackson was still a cocky little bastard, but if you caught him at the right moment, he was as down to earth as Nick Fury himself. Tama was still a bit naive, but she had learned that fighting isn't fun, and she didn't find as much joy in it as she had before. Clyde, haven't seen him in a few months, but last time I did, there hadn't been a smile on his face for a long time. Tyson and Jade were a bit to wrapped up in each other to notice the changes in the yougner kids, so I was the only one who was available to be worried.

Hell Hero grunted, "I'd like you better if you were stupid."

Spidergirl laughed, "You couldn't like me anymore if you tried. And, if I was stupid then I wouldn't be able to tell you that... you need a girlfriend. Like, really soon, because you're on the verge of becoming un-bangable."

Before Hell Hero could respond, there was a sound from the burning hunk of metal, and a black, metal ball rolled out of it. It rolled right between Hell Hero and Spidergirl, before three metal poles stuck out from the bottom, propping the ball up like a tripod.

The black metal parted down the middle, and pulled apart to reveal a video screen. The screen showed nothing but static, like when your TV has no signal, but the audio was clear. "I am the loyal, efficient, emissary of the one that controls me. He is a man that is strong, and strength lives. Strength needs to live...and, as my master does what needs to be done. I ensure his survival...by eliminating any possible threat. You two, were not my intended target but, that fact has been altered, as the threat that you pose cannot be ignored."

Spidergirl cracked her knuckles, "You're damn right. The threat we pose can't be ignored It's a good thing we made that threat very clear."

Hell Hero pressed his face close to the screen. "Pay attention. Because this is a one-time demonstration, of that threat, and you are lucky for that fact, becuase it is one that you will not want to see again. I would know."

I let the arrow I had been pulling back fly at last. Spidergirl and Hell Hero jerked around to stare at me, hidden in the shadows as my arrow tore through the videofeed. "And now, I know."

Hell Hero stared right at where I hid, "I suggest that you reveal yourself. Staying in the shadows is not recommended. The shadows are my territory. And I'm very territorial."

I stepped out into the light, and lowered my bow, showing him I don't want to fight. Hell Hero lowered his swords, a sign that he doesn't want to fight me either.

He took a step closer to me, "Who are you?"

Spidergirl piped up before I could. "It's girl with a bow and arrow... and brown hair... she's not your type. Well, she might be, actually, are you into tomboys with flat chests, and...WAIT! Holy shit! Katniss?! How'd you get here?! Trans-dimensional teleporter?"

I raised an eyebrow, looking at Hell Hero. "Is she on drugs?"

He laughed, "Yes. She's addicted to her own voice."

I couldn't help but smile a little at that. It's been a long time since I smiled, so long i actually try to remember the last time I did. The smile sprints right off my face when I realize that last time was when Thain made me laugh when we went out for Chinese Take out, a week before he died.

Spidergirl snorted, "I can't believe that comment just came from the blind guy that constantly checks himself out in any mirror."

Hell Hero ignored his joke-cracking partner. "I answered your question. Now answer mine."

I glared at him, not used to taking orders from anyone, other than Hawkeye and Fury. He might have managed to make his demand sound like a request, but I'm no fool. It's a command, so I'm not going to follow it.

"Who I am isn't important." I snapped.

Spidergirl crossed her arms, "Oh? What exactly is important, Girl-About-To-Be-On-Fire?"

This girl is to much like Jackson, to the point where it takes all my will power not to jump her and just start wailing on her. "What is, important, is the proposition that I am about to make to the both of you."

Hell Hero And Spidergirl looked at each other, and then back to me. "We're listening."

"You're both ametuers, not in the sense you aren't skilled, but you haven't been applying those skills to the real world for very long. Despite this, you've stumbled upon a classified case S.H.I.E.L.D. had been working on for nearly a year. There two ways this can go from here."

Spidergirl and Hell Hero shared at glance at the name, S.H.I.E.L.D. Of course they knew it, their parents have had run ins with S.H.I.E.L.D. in the past.

"You can either agree to have your memories of this insident erased by a telepath under S.H.I.E.L.D., but I have a feeling you aren't going to want that option."

"Not even an option." Hell Hero said firmly.

"Which brings us to option two. You join SHIELD, and I place you in my sector, under my command." I offered. "You'll be working with the worlds finest, doing what you do best."

Spidergirl cocked her head to the side, "What if we say no to both?"

"Then I go back to SHIELD, and I tell them about this. Then we hunt you down, we find you, and we take the memories out forcefully."

Spidergirl glared at me, "Wow, you really are the good guys, aren't you?"

"We aren't heroes." I said firmly. "We aren't saints. We do what we're told."

"And why the hell do we even need S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Hell Hero asked.

"That robot told you, you've got targets on your back now. Same as me, same as everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. Common sense, that if targets group together, there's more security." I explained. "You'll be safe, and you'll be doing what your good at."

They gave each otehr another look, and in that look, I knew I had my answer.

"One more thing, this robot insident, you don't mention it to the rest of your team. We keep it between you, me, and no one else." Except Fury, the council, pretty much everyone I have to tell. thinking about the paperwork makes me want to cry a little.

* Mio Howlett is from my fanfiction Intelligent, Indestructible, and Impossible. She is the daughter of Daken, and Granddaughter of Wolverine.

** Idris Welsh is from my fanfiction Telepathic Links. She is a mutant, former X-man, trained by Wolverine and Professor Xavior.

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