PROLOGUE
"If a world of darkness is the better way to live, sobeit. Don't expect any opposition from me."
"So what are you going call yourself [Name]?" Asked the woman in the flower dress.
"Call myself? You mean, like an alter ego?" You ask. You were strapped into a hi-tech medical chair, a strange device at the nape of your neck attached to a tube, channeling an orange liquid into your bloodstream.
"Every superhero has one." She replied with a sweet smile. Her dark brown hair was pulled back slightly by the sunflower clip she wore on the left side of her head. A strange organization had approached you a month ago, offering you perfect health. You were frail due to childhood sickness and you had never quite recovered. Taking pill upon pill, doctor after doctor, diet after diet, all in an attempt to feel better and be normal. With an offer for better health and the chance to do amazing things, who could resist?
"But I'm not a superhero." You reply, feeling the drain from the unusual form of dialysis. At least that's what they said it was. "I'm just me. I'm no hero. I'm not noble like Captain America, or rich and famous like Tony Stark. Hell, I'm nowhere even close to being like Thor. He's a freaking God."
"But none of that matters." She replied, taking your hand in hers and holding it tenderly. "It's what we do with the gifts we are given that make us who we are. And only you can decide your fate. No one else can for you." You smile, taking in those wonderful words. You sigh and close your eyes, thinking about what your name would be.
"_. Codename: _." You say quietly.
"Codename: _." She says. "What does it mean?"
"If I told you, it would ruin the meaning." You smile, knowing full well the meaning behind your chosen name. Codename: _.
Several months later. . .
"_!" Coulson shouted from the other side of the room. "Don't make me come over there!"
"Suck dick sandwich!" You shout back, as you continue to hold Agent Ward in a nasty headlock, all the while Sky cheering you on.
"Office now." Coulson says and then walks away.
"Alright." You sigh as you release Ward, allowing the air to once again flow through his bronchial tubes.
"Damn _. Do you have to be so rough?" He asked as he held his throat, inhaling sweet oxygen deeply.
"Sorry Grant. Sometimes I just get so into it, I forget my own strength." You smile as you stand up and readjust your pants which have now pinched your crotch.
"You'd better see what Coulson wants before he gets mad." Sky said.
"Do not provoke the mighty Coulson." Ward replied as he sat down on the sofa next to Sky.
"It'll be ok. I've watched every tae-bo tape I could find. I can handle myself." You smile as you quickly walk to Coulson's office. You quickly shuffle your way to the other side of the S.H.I.E.L.D. plane and knock on Coulson's door.
"Come in." You hear him say through the door. You open the door and walk in.
"Hi." You say sweetly. "Sorry about the whole 'suck dick sandwich' thing." You say with a slight blush. "I was really into kicking his ass for the first time." He smiles at you and chuckles slightly.
"Your tie is crooked." He says as he looks at the file in his hands. You look down and realize not only is your black tie crooked, but your white polo shirt is partially tucked underneath the underwire of your bra. Embarrassed, you quickly pull your shirt down and quickly readjust your tie. "Have a seat when you're ready." You look at the seat across from his on the other side of his desk and take your seat. "You've been with us for a few months now, [Name]." He says as he looks over the file. Your file.
"Doesn't seem like that long." You say as you scratch your head. "You've all really made me feel at home; I couldn't ask for more from any of you."
"You've come quite a long way since Centipede. You've been quite helpful to us in trying to catch them. It does make me wonder why someone who is one of their subjects would turn on them like that?"
"I knew from the moment they asked me that there were hidden reason. When the time was right, I simply walked out. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Nothing less than blowing up their research lab."
"Whatever it takes." You reply. "It certainly helped you guys out. I heard no opposition from S.H.I.E.L.D."
"And it says here, you're still in opposition to take that device off." He replies back.
"Why should I?" You ask. "It's not hurting anyone. I feel amazing. Better than I ever have in all my life. You saw what I did to Agent Ward."
"And the fact that you are putting Agent Ward in a headlock for fun doesn't even raise a red flag to you?" Coulson interrupts you as you talk.
"It was a spar. I didn't start it, he did. Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them." You reply.
"Really? You would use a quote from The Aristocats?" He asked, slightly surprised you used such an old movie for reference.
"What? Everyone grew up with that movie. I don't care how old you are. Even you saw it." Coulson smiles and chuckles again.
"Yes. Yes I did see it. But I didn't call you in here for a long list of movie quotes. I actually have a mission for you."
"For me?" You ask. "But you've never sent me on a mission before."
"Exactly. I need someone who hasn't been seen before. You would do the job perfectly."
"What do you want me to do?" You ask. Ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. found you shortly after your escape from Centipede, they have been very cautious about dealing with you. You didn't blame them, but it did make you very happy that Agent Coulson took you in personally to stay with him and his team. Made you feel wanted and appreciated. Even if that might not have been the case. Agent Coulson hands you the file in his hands. It was never your file. It was a mission file. He was pulling your ear the whole time. "Figures." You smirk as you take the file and open it.
"Seems that our fellow Asgardian, Thor, went 12 rounds with a foe known only as Malekith. The two left quite a mess."
"And you're sending me on cleanup?" You ask as you quickly browse the file. The Centipede serum not only enhances your body, but your mind. Making it sharper and faster to obtain information. "That doesn't sound like a job for us."
"It wouldn't unless there was something we needed. There are remnants of alien technology left there and I want you to go catalogue it all."
"Me? Why me? That sounds really boring and I'm bad with charts." You joke.
"Think of this as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s way of testing you. It's simple and easy, I promise you that. I picked you out especially. It's true we could have sent in clean up to take care of that, but I wanted you to go in first."
"Well a mission's a mission, right?" You say. "I'll do it. Where am I headed?"
"Greenwich, England. Pack your bags, _." Coulson smiled.
"Pack my bags. Really? The only bag I brought was a plushie backpack." Hours later you find yourself at the scene of the crime, er, battle. The place was an utter mess. Every window you saw was completely shattered. The ground had been completely torn up and the building had serious structural damage to it. "It's almost a wonder it's still standing. "Stiff upper lip, I guess." The footage you had watched on the way, a compilation of news reels and cell phone videos, gave you a glimpse as to just how bad it was. With brown leather jacket and M&P 40 Pro firmly hugged by your thigh rig, you set foot on the grounds. It was night and S.H.I.E.L.D. had set up several lights so you could easily find your way around. They had even given you a map of all the items to retrieve. "Geeze, they could have done this themselves. Lazy bastards." You groan as you follow the map, carefully collecting everything they had marked. On the way, you found things that weren't listed. "This might get me some points with them." You think as you take a strange weapon back to the main site for S.H.I.E.L.D. to pick up in the morning. "Why are they asking me to do all this? Is it really just a scavenger hunt?" As you search for another item, something catches your eye. A rock. A rock might not seem like something to catch your eye but this rock was special. It was floating. All by itself. "Well hello." You say, carefully looking at it, making sure not to touch it. "How is this possible?" You ask yourself as you carefully poke it to see what it will do. "Coulson, I found something unusual." You say, your earwig picking it up.
"What is it _?" He asks.
"There's a rock, floating all by itself." You say, poking the rock from place to place.
"Don't touch it." He quickly replies. You quickly pull your hand away, eyes wide; hoping no one saw you doing that.
"What do you think I am? Stupid?" You ask sarcastically.
"I'm sending word to S.H.I.E.L.D. Come back to the plane right now _." He says.
"Alright, I'm on my way." You say with a hint of disappointment as you being to walk back to the plane. As you walk you begin to notice that other pieces of rubble are also beginning to levitate in the same manner. All around you, rocks, glass and strange metal pieces are levitating at various levels in the air. "Coulson, more things are starting to float now." You say into your earwig.
"_, get out of there now. It might not be safe for you." He says with a hint of worry in his voice.
"Yes Sir." You quickly reply as you being to run down the broken pathway. The debris continues to levitate around you and the lights begin to flicker. "Coulson, things are getting REALLY weird over here! What the hell's going on?!" You shout as you run faster.
"We don't know. Please be careful." He replies but his whole reply was not heard. Just as he finished his first sentence, something leapt out from under the walkway and grabbed your legs, pulling you under the walkway, causing your earwig to be ripped out from your earlobe. "_? _? _, are you there?! Come in!" You shriek as whatever it was sucks you down under the stone. It's dark and cold. As if you're floating in space. The feeling of water, running across your face and the growing feeling that you're sinking deeper into it intensifies as your skin begins to tingle. Your body begins to feel incredibly weak and you feel that you are about to pass out. Suddenly a voice rings out through the darkness. It is a low, dark voice that mutters something in another language. "What is that?" You think to yourself as you pass out.