Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel. The only character I own is the mystery woman on the ship.

Present day

"You the guys from DC?" A voice yelled above the wind.

"You get any other visitors out here?" Phillips snapped back.

"How long have you been on sight?" Coulson asked, rolling his eyes.

"Since this morning." Andersen replied as the three agents started to trudge towards the rest of the crew. "Russian oil team called it in around 18 hours ago."

"How come nobody's seen it before?" Coulson asked again. Andersen shrugged. .

"Not really surprising." He informed. "This landscape's always changing. You guys know what this thing is?"

"A weather balloon?" Phillips suggested.

"I don't think so." Andersen responded. "You know we don't have the equipment for a job like this."

"How long 'til we can started craning it out?" Phillips asked in response.

"I don't think you understand." The agent laughed. "You're gonna need one hell of a crane."

Coulson and Phillips looked at the agent, confused for a moment. But then they saw what he was talking about. Even through the heavy snowfall, they could make out a massive shape. As they got closer, the two agents saw that it was only part of a planes wing. Their jaws practically dropped when they saw the the tiny lights along the outline of the plane, seeing just how large it really was.

Once a hole had been drilled into the hull, two agents were lowered into the cockpit. The place looked like it hadn't been used in years.

"Base," he called over the com, "we're in."

Running their flashlights over the walls, they could see oddly shaped metal support beams, gone white after being in the arctic for so long.

"What is this?" His partner asked as they took a step forward. The agent shrugged. Flashing the light around, he saw what looked like a piloting station a few paces ahead of him. In front of that, there was a giant window, probably used to see where the pilot was going. Then things got a little strange.

Right next to the empty pilot seat, the ice and snow looked like a woman's fallen body, as if she had been standing right next to the pilot when the crash occurred. There was a very faint glow pulsing from the ice.

Wandering over to the pilot seat to investigate the glow, something else caught his eye. He pointed his light at the seat and saw very faint red and white stripes. He knelt down and brushed the snow away to get a clearer image.

"Lieutenant!" He called out urgently. The lieutenant looked over. The agent gestured towards the ice in front of him.

"What is, my god." He marveled, unable to believe what they had discovered. At that moment, the glow pulsed brighter and with enough force to break the ice. The ice crumbled away to reveal a woman lying on her side, her hand clenched tightly around something on her neck. The strange light was surrounding her in a protective way, probably what kept her alive all the years she had been frozen.

"Base, get me a line to the kernel." The lieutenant said when he found his voice again. The other agent ran over to check on the woman.

"It's 3 AM sir." Someone replied, voice slightly staticky.

"I don't care what time it is." Lieutenant snapped. "These two have waited long enough." He added with small traces of sympathy.

All the time during the short conversation, his eyes never left the red, white and blue shield with a big white star in the middle.

Hi guys! I'm back! Sorry I haven't been active for awhile

For those of you waiting for the next chapter of Our Sister, I am working on it and I'm almost done with it. I've gotten back into the Marvel phase and have had this idea in my head recently.

As always, rr and tell me what you think. I know the beginning is crap and I might try to rewrite it later on. Byeee!