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Previously:
"Mr Lang?"
"Yeah." He said, turning round to face me.
"Maria Hill." I said, extending my hand for him to greet.
"Hi. I've heard...I've heard a lot of things about you too." He said, nervous about meeting me I think and I got suspicious.
"Bad things?" I asked and he looked at Steve.
"Nope. All good." He said and smiled at me.
"I'm here to take you on the tour. We already have your sleeping quarters set out for you by the way." I said and started walking towards the desk. He followed quickly behind me after quickly waving goodbye to Cap. Steve also smiled at me, but he looked nervously at me. I think he was still upset and felt awkward about earlier - the newspaper. "Room key for Scott Lang." I said at reception.
The receptionist was too busy staring at the screen and asked "Name?"
"I don't think you need one." I replied and he looked up from his computer.
His mouth opened slightly and he mumbled an apology. "Um...yeah sorry...uh..."
"The key?" I asked and he hurried off to fetch it. I smirked at his nervousness and I saw Scott watching me.
"You know, you are a very intimidating person."
"That's not the worst thing I've been called." I replied, smiling and the man came back with the key.
"Here is the key, Agent Chi-" The man stopped himself and said "Hill. Agent Hill."
"Thank you, Mr. Barrler." I said, trying not to feel insulted.
"I'm sorry...I mean...yeah...I just."
"Don't bother trying to justify yourself." I said, waving my hand and rolling my eyes. I continued to walk with Scott down a corridor.
"What was that about?" He asked curiously.
"The agents at S.H.I.E.L.D had a name for me. Agent Chill."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I apparently have no emotions."
"And do you?" He asked, which made me stop. No one has ever questioned that before.
"Do I have emotions?" I asked turning round in the corridor, other agents and staff passing us by.
"Yeah."
"Honestly?" I asked and he nodded. "Sometimes I think I do, but I believe I'm kidding myself. Sometimes I can't even tell whether I do or not. I've had this persona for too long and it's become me. It is like my emotions have been sealed up in a metal prison that you can't escape. Occasionally someone breaks of the prison, but they always catch them in the end."
He stared at me and said "then maybe you should let the prisoners go."
"Letting you out of prison was the best thing we did."
"Then maybe you should listen to your own advice." He said smiling. "And the best thing?" He asked.
I smirked and said "One of the best." I turned round and continued to walk down the corridor.
"So on your right we have the conference rooms. Debriefings about missions and meetings in general will be held in these conference rooms."
I showed him round the bottom floor, which contained the conference rooms, the group canteen, the car garage (mainly Starks cars) and multiple group training rooms for staff. Then I showed him the basement for storage, the second floor which had many offices for biological research and the third floor which was for tech logical research. Scott seemed most fascinated by the fourth floor, which was for researching the other galaxies, such as Asgard and Vanaheim. Last but not least was the Avengers floor. The lift opened and no one was there, because they were probably all training.
"On this floor," I said, walking out of the lift. "We have five training rooms for group sessions. We thought that would suffice. The avengers can go and train with the staff downstairs if they wish, but that usually results in a casualty."
He was still fascinated and I don't think he was taking in my explanation but I carried on. "This is the living room, with many sofas, chairs and bean bags to sit on watching the television."
I pointed to the things as I explained the rooms. "Kitchen, training rooms, bathroom and bedrooms."
I walked towards the bedrooms and he was finally keeping up. As he looked on the walls, at the icons for each room, he looked confused at some of them, so I explained what each symbol meant. I took him to his room, took out the key from my pocket and opened the door.
"Scan your finger here." I said and he put his finger on the scanner. "This is how you will now open your door." I explained entering the room.
He was completely shocked by the huge space that was his room. "Wow." He said in awe.
"Shocked at the tech or shocked by the size?" I asked.
"Both." He said simply and explored the room.
"You bags have been delivered and are next to your bed."
"Cool." He said smiling, but I could tell he wasn't really with it.
"I'll introduce you to the others if you'd like?"
"The others?" He asked, still dazed with the sight of his bedroom.
"The other avengers." I said, as we exited the room, shutting the door on the way out, and he snapped back to reality.
"Sorry, yes. Your team." He said. We walked down the corridor and opened the door to the kitchen, my eyebrows furrowed at his statement.
"No, I'm not on the team." I said, entering the kitchen.
"But you should be." I heard Natasha voice echo round the room. I swished my hair around and saw Vision, Natasha, Tony, Thor, James, Sam and Steve sitting and standing around the glass kitchen table. Everybody had plates of food except from Vision, who I think doesn't even eat at all.
"I don't think so." I said, chuckling slightly.
"That's actually quite a good idea." Steve commented and I turned to him. "I think you'd be a valid member of the team."
"What?" Stark asked. "Agent Chill? Wait no...her superhero name could be Ice Queen."
"Sounds brilliant." I dead-panned. I turned to Scott and said "Meet the...well some of the Avengers. There's Tony, who I'm sure you've heard of already." Stark offered his hand and Lang shook it.
"I've heard a lot about you." Scott said.
"Yeah. Apparently my name is the best, so you settled for a mediocre one."
"Better than Green Lantern." he said and Stark smirked. He turned his head to me and said "I like him already."
"This is Vision." I said.
"Hello Mr Lang. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"So you are part JARVIS? Is that right?"
"Yes." he said. "Thor provided the energy for my creation to occur."
"Speaking of demi-Gods, this is Thor." I said, gesturing to the man that seemed to completely overpower the ant.
"Um….hi." Scott said, feebly.
"Good day, Man of Ant. I am Thor Odinson of Asgard."
"I'm Scott Lang….of New York." he said, laughing slightly at the man's use of vocabulary, and shook his hand.
"I'm sure you don't need any introductions for this Avenger…" I said smirking slightly at Sam's unmoving emotionless face.
Scott said with hesitation "...h-hi…."
The Falcon angrily paced forward until he was face to face with Scott. He outstretched his hand and said "Welcome to the team." with a smug smile. Lang breathed a sigh of relief and accepted the gesture.
"This is War Machine, aka. James Rhodes, and Black Widow, aka. Natasha Romanoff." I said, gesturing to both of them, Natasha sitting on the desktop and Rhodey standing up.
"It's nice to meet you." Natasha said, doing a quick wave before returning her hand to sip her coffee.
"You too."
"Glad you're here with us." Rhodey said, shaking Lang's hand firmly.
"Me too."
"And last but not least…." I said, pointing in the direction of Steve.
"Yeah, we've already met." Scott said, pulling an apologetic face. "Sorry for the stumbling introduction earlier. It was just a bit much having Captain America being the first person that I meet. Bit of a privilege too." Jeez, he's nearly as bad as Coulson.
"That's okay." he said, shaking his hand. "And the privilege is all mine."
"I've heard about how you kicked his partners ass." Natasha asked, smirking at Sam.
"Language." Steve warned. Natasha smiled and shook her head.
"I took him for a test drive. I let him off easy." Falcon argued.
"Sure. Whatever you say buddy." Scott said, smirking.
Falcon chuckled and said "Oh just you wait until I kick your ass in training."
"Kick my ass? I've been in training. One of the best." he said, the last bit of his sentence sounded more emotional than I think he intended.
"Who is she?" Natasha asked and he looked surprised.
"How did y-"
"Is it Hope Pym?"
He looked curiously at her. "How did you know?"
"I've been observing them. I can keep information inside my head like Sherlock Holmes." she answered. "And we've been tracking you." she said to which he smirked at.
"So you know the location of my family?" he asked worriedly. "Who else knows? Are they safe? Do you-"
"Your family is under protection at the moment, including your daughter." Vision explained.
"There is no need to worry. Our agents have moved in nearby and keep close watch on them. Don't worry." Steve said.
Scott breathed out and said "Thank you. I'm very grateful for that."
"That's alright kid." Rhodey said. "You want a drink?"
"Uh sure. Coke if you've got any?"
"He speaks my kinda language." he said, making everyone laugh, and threw Scott a coke.
I had a feeling they were going to get on, so I decided that I should leave them to it. I wasn't an Avenger, so I shouldn't really be here. I only have a room and a place here to keep an eye on everything. Nobody seemed to notice me slowly leave the room, but as exited I bumped into Wanda.
"Oh, sorry Wanda." I apologised, picking up what seemed like paperwork on the floor. I asked her curiously "helping out the HR department?"
She shook her head and smiled. "No i'm just doing some research online about other like me. Whether they are fake or real….I thought I might as well look." she replied, her accent thick.
"Well why don't you ask JARVIS to help you or Vision even. They must have the biggest data banks in the world."
She smiled at me again and said "Thanks Maria."
"It's fine." How could I ever call her weird? She was about to walk past me, but stopped me in my tracks. "Is the Antman in there?"
"Yes, I've just introduced him to everyone."
"Are you not staying?" she asked, confused.
"Not really my place. I'm not an Avenger."
"Well you should be."
"That's what Natasha said."
"Anyway, you should come in. You count as one of us."
"I don't think so. I've already talked to him enough for a lifetime anyway." I said and hurried off before she could argue.
"I'll meet you in the training room at eight still." she shouted and I waved back to her, agreeing. I was right though. I don't count as one of them. I don't do the missions or have good enough skills or even have a cool name like Stark said. With all those things in mind, I decided to go to the simulation room. Because I was staying with the Avengers, I got to use all their advanced technology.
I paced to the changing room, got changed into my gym outfit that was already in the changing rooms, and went to the centre simulation spot, however, before I got there, I realised that someone was already in the room.
"Hey Clint. Didn't mean to interrupt." I apologised, as Clint exited the simulation box. It was a huge glass box, at least two hundred metres each way, that simulated enemies that you would be likely to fight, whether it be Asgardians, HYDRA or some random bank robbers.
"No, it's fine. I was done with practise anyway." he said carrying his bow under his left arm, sounding a little breathless and with sweat across his flushed face - he was only human after all. "Also, I like to see you fall on your ass."
"You don't want Steve to hear you talking with that tone." I jestered and he smirked.
"Steve can kiss my-"
"Don't say it!" I warned.
"Ass!"
"LANGUAGE!" I shouted, impersonating Steve, and Clint high-fived me as he went to sit on one of the side benches as I went into the training centre, grabbing my hologram guns and knives as I went.
"Come on Hill!" I heard him shout - the box wasn't sound proof.
I stood on the centre spot and was about to type in the one level out of ten that I wanted, but Clint got ahold of the outside controls. "Damn you Clint! Please don't set me on a hard level."
"Level 8 has been set." he said, smirking.
"YOU REALLY ARE A DICK!" I shouted. I have only done level 8 a couple of times. Really badly. However, I have been training really hard recently. Come on Hill.
I heard the simulation begin to set up my level and I had no idea what I was facing. The sides of the screen went dark and the only light I had was from the moon in the simulation. I guessed that I was in the jungle setting because there were tall trees surrounding me. I immediately hid behind one of the trees and the electronic voice of JARVIS played over the speakers. "Level 8. 20 targets surrounding you. No backup. Weapon choice of 2 guns and knives. Six shots. Simulation starts in 3...2...1...begin."
Straight away three agents started running towards me. I threw a knife into the chest of one, taking him down, elbowed the second one in the face and kicked the third in the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. I tripped the feet of the second and sent a knife into his chest as the third got to his feet. He threw a knife at my face and I leant backwards to avoid being hit, touching the floor with my hand. I pushed myself back up, only to be punched in the face by the man. I kicked him in the stomach, making him bend forward, and then punched his face to knock him out. I picked up the knives I had used and threw one of them at an upcoming enemy.
"HYDRA agents." I whispered, noticing the logo on their uniforms before they disappeared. All the simulated enemies disappear once they have been killed, but after ten seconds of being dead.
I noticed some agents coming towards me, not really being able to see me because of the lighting of the scene, but the torches at the front of their guns gave them away. Using my knives, I climbed up the tree, sticking the sharp edges into the wood. There was a thick branch that I climbed onto and brought out my guns. I shot all six of them down. Nine down...eleven to go.
I chucked away one of my guns, knowing that we only had three shots on each gun to make the game play difficult. I slid the other gun back in my holster and stepped back into the shadows, not seeing any lights just yet. My breath was ragged, but got even more so as someone came up from behind me and strangled me. I struggled in their grip and felt like my lungs were on fire. I kicked his shin, causing him to loosen his grip slightly, and elbowed his face, causing him to stumble back. I punched his face and hit him with my famous Wushu Butterfly Kick. I'm pretty happy with it, because Clint can't even do it.
I ran to the nearest tree and closed my eyes listening to the sounds around me. To make the scene realistic, the simulation had insects chirping and the sound of a light breeze rustling the tress. However, I did hear the sound of light footsteps crunching against the leaves. Four...no five agents. Darting from the tree, I took down the first two. The first I gave a side kick to the throat - crushed throat, broken Adams apple. The second, I gave a side kick to the heart - crushed chest, broken sternum. I picked up one of the bodies and the other agents tried to shoot at me, but I dodged their shots by using the dead body. I dropped it and slid under the legs of one of the agents, whilst throwing a knife at another in his head. I hit him in a rather sensitive place and then spun around, kicking the back of his head - broken neck, loss of consciousness. For the last agent, I did a thigh neck hold to break her neck.
I grabbed my knives off of the floor, because the bodies had disappeared, and heard some footsteps behind me. I could tell by the patterns of the footsteps that one of them was nearly behind me and the other was a bit further away. Knowing that the first one was particularly close, I spun round quickly, elbowing his face. The second one I punched in the face, hoping to knock him out, but he was a strong build. I took a run up and kicked him in the chest and pushed off of it, landing on my hand, then proceeding to do three back-flips, avoiding the trees. He spat out some blood, growled slightly and started charging towards me.
I pushed myself off a tree, using my leg as a form of spring, and wrapped my legs round him, my hands strangling his neck. He choked slightly, but then used his hands to push me off, my back slamming against one of the trees. He picked me up by my neck, squeezed it and held me up against the tree. I smashed my feet against his chest, causing his ribs to crack. Because he pushed away, I dropped to the floor, which I must admit hurt. Even though his body was nearly broken, this guy would not give up.
"Oh, just die already." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. He sprinted towards me and he reached out to grab me, but I quickly ducked under his arm, smashing his head against the tree, I was slumped against. He still wasn't dead yet, so I did a drop kick to his back and landed in a lunge, the force of the kick killing him. "Finally." I whispered.
I looked around the area, searching for a light, and finally saw two spots of it about 120 metres away. I started running, remembering to collect my knives before I left, until I was about ten metres away from them. These are the last two...
I ran up one and punched the male agent in the face. The other female agent noticed and I spun backwards to hit her head with my right foot, kicking her down. I twisted punching the male in the stomach and then kneed the female, who had now stood up, in the groin. I kicked the woman's shin and the man's hip, then I hit both of their knees with two heavy kicks. I put both my arms out, to make a T position, as if I were a young cheerleader, and spun round, punching them both in the face simultaneously. I kept spinning and jumped up into a pike kick, landing in a lunge.
"Mission completed. Congratulations Agent Hill. You have now completed Level 8." I heard JARVIS' voice come over the speakers. The trees faded into the ground and the darkness of the surroundings faded. I looked at where I was in the box and noticed all of the team watching me from outside. I stood up from my lunge and walked towards the door, which was on the other side of the room. I realised that Clint, along with the others if they were there when he was, ran along with me when I moved. I started walking back and picked up my weapons on the way.
Once I got to the door, the others meeting me there, I put the weapons in their designated boxes and turned back to the team. "Wow." I heard Scott whisper.
"What?" I asked, my words slightly breathless. "I know it's the first time I've completed a Level 8, but it wasn't that impressive."
"Too modest." Pepper said, passing me a drink of water. I accepted it gratefully, flashing her a smile. I always got along with Pepper for some reason. Maybe it's because I kinda work for Stark...even though Coulson has me doing the old job...however I'm also working for Steve...and Fury...I just work for the Avenger's facility. I guess I keep them in order and send them out on mission and stuff, but apart from that I'm just doing more work.
"You really should become a member of the team though." Steve said. "I think it would be good for you."
"Course you would." Stark said.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Steve asked, his cheeks going red slightly.
"Look!" Clint shouted. "I think it's a good idea and I think we should take a vote."
"Agreed." James said.
"I agree. We should vote fairly." Thor said.
"Who votes that she's in?" Pepper asked. Every single person put their hand up.
"Are you kidding me? I don't know whether I can do this." I argued.
"Well we can." Falcon said, smiling.
"I'm not as well trained as you guys."
"You're nearly my standard." Natasha said, knowing it was a compliment to me. She did have the serum in her unlike me. "We can get Rogers to train you up." I saw Steve genuinely smile at the thought of us training together and the thought also made me smile. Then I shook my head, gathering my senses. "No. I'm not doing it."
"Why?"
"I'm not good enough."
"Did you see yourself?" Wanda asked. "You were amazing!"
"I must agree with Ms. Maximoff." Vision said.
"No. I organise you. I can't be an Avenger when I organise them at the same time. That won't work. Can we please talk about something else?" I almost pleaded. They nodded and Scott decided to speak first.
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