Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you see here. They all belong to Marvel. All OCs belong to their respective creators. Ryan Ellis does belong to me though, as well as his recruiter and family.
A/N: Hey everyone I'm back I know it's been a long wait and I apologize for that life you know that's a thing and it gets in the way sometimes. Having to prep for going back to college and dealing with family drama is my life.
Because I couldn't wait to get to this chapter and Q&A out to you all. Here's a little teaser/preview to tide you over. Until I get the whole chapter out. Chapter 5 Q&A is also in the forum you can check it out there too.
Big thanks and appreciation goes out to my beta ReasonablySafe who edited/is editing this beast of chapter.
Italics - character thoughts
Underline - spoken phone call
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Jargon/Military Acronyms/General Acronyms/Abbreviations (in order of appearance)
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Warnings: Mild swearing
Chapter 5 PART 1
Kyra Holden was practically vibrating with nervous energy the whole plane ride from her former residence of Redding, California.
Her recruiter a man in his mid-forties by the name of Carter Evans was with her. He has black hair that is cut short, but not the military buzz cut possibly longer than that. It's longer on top, he let it grow out once he became a recruiter. Not needing to keep to such strict grooming standards as other Agents. He was a large man in his mid-forties, at least 6'3" and 225 pounds. The mountain of man had medium length hair with shaved sides, taking advantage of the relaxed grooming standards that an Agent enjoyed once they became a recruiter.
He was dressed in a navy-blue button down and black dress pants with a simple looking S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem pin pinned over his heart.
Kyra has shoulder length blonde hair and upturned stormy gray eyes was dressed comfortably in an army green cotton jacket, with the sleeves rolled down. A pair of blue jeans were snug on her waist. Under her army green cotton jacket was a plain grey tank top, and on her feet fashionable black combat boots. To complete her look, she has on a pair of black sunglasses.
Kyra ran a hand through her shoulder length blonde hair and tried to roll the stiffness out of her shoulders from the long flight. She looked around the pick-up lane of the airport with upturned, stormy gray eyes, wondering if there was anything in particular her recruiter was waiting for.
It's early in the morning about 0800 hours. Check in doesn't start until 0900 hours and it's a three-hour drive from the Norfolk airport to the Academy. Despite this, Agent Carter doesn't seem to be in any rush, and calmly stands at the curb. His demeanor is contagious, and Kyra finds herself calming quickly to match her recruiter. She is glad that her recruiter is with her, if only for the soothing presence of the large man.
Kyra shifts her shoulder, taking note of the light weight of her small duffel bag with all her possessions. The reason that she had so little was because Kyra didn't exactly have a home, and has been couch surfing from friend to friend for a while now. That is, until the man next to her Carter Evans, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited her. Her recruitment story isn't a normal one, then again. Kyra doubted any of the recruits have a normal recruitment story. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't do normal. They do weird and exceptional and extraordinary.
That's why Kyra has been wondering why she's been recruited by Evans. She's nothing special. Kyra looks at Agent Evans, still standing on the curb, still as a statue. He'd ended up in the hospital she she was volunteering at. It was the best thing for her volunteering at the hospital. It was a stepping stone to getting into the nursing program at the local community college. Coincidence that he ended up there? Kyra wasn't so sure. Then again, she didn't know the circumstances of what brought him to sustain the injuries he did.
Evans had been injured and had been brought to the hospital Kyra was volunteering at. She's the one who found out about his internal bleeding and injuries, and essentially saved his life. If she hadn't noticed the bruised abdomen, or the clammy skin or the falling blood pressure, or other signs that he was in trouble well. Things could have turned out very differently. She was the only one paying close attention because the other members of the staff were so convinced they were right and didn't notice the clear signs of the man being in serious trouble. She brought all of this to the attention of the physician who could order tests and convinced him to Evans into more tests where she was proved right. Evans was later treated for his internal injuries with surgery and a few months later sent on his way.
Kyra might not be standing her waiting for her ride to S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, if it weren't for her keen eyes. This is all new to her, a completely new life, a better life than the one she had in Redding.
She's only 18 and she's going into S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy to be a field medic for S.H.I.E.L.D. She's one of the youngest in the field medicine specialty at S.H.I.E.L.D. It's supposed to be the second toughest specialty aside from field operations.
Though if 17 and 18 year olds can do that in the Army or Navy she suspects S.H.I.E.L.D. won't be that much different, right? Right? Medicine is like math it doesn't change. Well okay it changes almost constantly with new additions to our medical knowledge, but the basic building blocks are always there. Kyra is excited for the new adventure and experiences, yet nervous and anxious to start her new life at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.
Carter looks over at his rookie, or recruit being the proper term. If it weren't for her he wouldn't standing her right now. "You ready to go Kyra? Our ride is here." Evans tells her as he watches a sleek black SUV pull up to the arrivals curb.
Kyra looks, really looks at Agent Evans at Carter, "As ready as I'll ever be."
"You can only be as ready as you want to be Kyra." Evans told his young rookie. Carter turns off the decoy driver in the SUV and takes over the controls of the vehicle. Kyra puts her lone duffel bag in the backseat and then gets into the passenger side.
Goodbye, California Hello, Virginia, Kyra thought to herself as Evans expertly pulled out into the throng of airport traffic.
1112 hours. 16 Jul 2015 S.H.I.E.L.D. Acad. Main Building - Academy Hub, Alexandria Virginia.
Evans had turned off the freeway some time ago, and Kyra was admiring her surroundings. Trees upon trees those were her surroundings. On either side of her, luscious greenery for as far as the eye could see. Kyra looked ahead and saw what looked like a security checkpoint coming up close after about twenty minutes of driving after they'd gotten off the freeway. Evans drove up to the checkpoint and stopped the SUV.
Kyra could see out her window heavily armed guards and a sturdy looking no doubt bulletproof guard building, but not much else. Then she saw the sun glint off of something ahead of her. In the forest, just out of sight from the casual observer, were more teams of guards, all manning large and bulky looking weapons mounted on a tripod. They didn't look like anything that she had ever seen before, and she couldn't even guess what they did, but she knew one thing for certain. S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to be nothing and everything like she expected it to be.
She turned her steely gray eyes back to her immediate surroundings the security checkpoint with the lone guard Agent. Evans shifts in his seat and fishes around in his back pocket of his dress pants for his I.D. Evans rolled down his window and produces his I.D. badge, flipping it open to display his credentials to the security guard.
I wonder how boring and tedious his job must be just waving Agents in all day. Day in day out. Kyra thought. She knew if she was in the guards' position she'd get bored real fast.
"Thank you, Agent Evans, have a good day," the guard told Evans as he was waved through the checkpoint.
Once through the checkpoint, and after another minute of driving, Kyra could finally see a massive two story building, with so many reflective glass windows that it looked like the entire structure was built from the glimmering material.
Evans pulled into the parking lot to the left of the building and shut off the ignition of the SUV. The parking lot at 11:00 a.m. or 1100 hours, was already pretty full. Most if not all of who needed to be here was already here. Instructors, Agents, and Trainees alike. Evans turned to Kyra with a small reassuring smile on his face "You'll do just fine here Kyra, maybe even make a few friends."
Yeah right, I doubt that. Kyra thought.
Kyra opened her door and stepped out into the early afternoon heat. It wasn't in the triple digits and stifling hot like it was back in California, but it was certainly warm enough as Kyra fanned herself with her army green jacket. Kyra grabbed her duffel from the backseat and slung it over her right shoulder.
Evans locked up the SUV, and Kyra and Evans made their way to Kyra's first stop the Academy Hub, or the main building.
"First stop Kyra the Academy Hub it's the main building that everyone comes to when entering the Academy." Evans informed Kyra as the two walked toward the building.
The main building was part administration part in processing/check in center, for the first day anyway. It was modern in design with straight, clean edges, and large windows.
Kyra marveled at the inner design and architecture of the building she was currently standing in. The interior of the building was in contrast to the outside. The interior of the buildings' architecture and layout was adorned with wooden pillars and columns and arches. Not at all really what Kyra was expecting of a secret spy organization. She was expecting gray drab, steel metal walls and other such fixtures.
Though she guessed there was that type of structure too just not in this building. As it was the first building and in a sense the first impression that anyone new incoming to the Academy saw. Whoever was in the charge of facilities maintenance and construction obviously wanted to make a good impression on the newcomers.
"Plenty of time to explore and marvel at the inner workings later. We got to get you checked in first." Evans told the young adult at his side.
"Right sorry." Kyra walked up to the reception desk alongside Evans.
"Agent Carter Evans checking in." Evans said, his credentials already out and ready to display.
"Please scan your I.D. card, sir." The agent behind the desk pushed a card scanner forward. After pressing his card into the scanner, it beeped and Evans pulled his I.D. out. He placed his credentials back his wallet and placed his wallet back his back pocket.
"All good Agent, you can proceed with your business."
The Agent behind the desk had seen about a hundred or so rookies and their accompanying recruiters today. Being in Admin was a tedious job at times, but someone had to do it. All Agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. had an important job no matter what division or subdivision they worked in. From Intelligence Field Operations down to Facilities Management, everyone played their part. That's one of the first lessons that Kyra would learn while here.
Kyra and Evans walk back out of the Academy Hub back into the afternoon heat. "So where to now?" Kyra asked as she and Evans walked the grounds of the Academy. They passed multiple other buildings and training fields along the way.
"Now I drop you off at the Ops Div. Dorm building for further in processing." Evans explained as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Don't worry I've informed all the necessary instructors and Agents about your situation, and they'll act accordingly."
"Oh." Kyra didn't much know what to say other than that. "What about lunch? I'm kind of getting hungry."
"That's up to you. Once you've received your dorm assignment and personal wall locker and unpacked your free to explore the grounds as you wish with whomever you wish. Your roommate if she's already settled."
1120 Hours, 16, Jul 2015, S.H.I.E.L.D. Acad., Ops Dorm Building, Alexandria Virginia.
Kyra and Evans walked through the sliding automatic doors of the Ops dorm building into the lobby area. It was pristine and looked very modern in design. Lining the right wall were bright large windows. Not wall to ceiling, but still large enough to allow sunlight to spill into every inch of the large room, much to the displeasure of most in the area who were dressed in short sleeve black moisture wicking shirts, and coyote colored cargo pants.
There was also a receptionist like desk set off to the right side, that acted as a sentry duty station for when trainees would begin training.
"This is where we part ways Kyra. I've already given you my card. You still have it right?" Evans asked. His rookie had a habit of not paying attention in listening to him.
Kyra nodded. "Of course, I still have it."
"Good I'm just checking. Now head on over to those four tables there and you'll get your dorm assignment." Evans told Kyra.
Again, Kyra nodded.
"I'll be seeing you Kyra."
Kyra watched her recruiter leave her with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder. After Evans had walked through the large glass doors, Kyra walked up to the second table with the letter grouping with E-H on it.
"Name, age?" The female Agent asked, not looking up from the sizeable stacks of packets in front of her still.
"Holden, Kyra. 18." Kyra told the female Agent.
"Under 21. Hibbard, Holbrook, Holladay, Holland, Holdefer, ah here we are Holden, Kyra." The female brunette Agent picked up Kyra's welcome packet and handed it to her.
"Here's your key to your dorm," the Agent said as she gave a plain silver door key attached to a black S.H.I.E.L.D. lanyard to Kyra as well. "Your dorm assignment and training unit are listed here." The Agent points to the top of the first sheet in the packet. "You're on the third floor. Collect your personal belongings and head on up. Welcome briefing is Friday, 0800 hours. Welcome to the Academy." The Agent sends Kyra off with a warm smile before calling out the next person in line. "Next!"
Kyra doesn't have any other personal belongings aside from the duffel bag that she's carrying. So, without much lingering Kyra followed the older woman's instructions and made her way to the third-floor dorm rooms.
1130 Hours, 16, Jul 2015, Ops Dorm Building - Third Floor. Alexandria, Virginia.
Roman Gomez lay spread out on his twin size bed, incredibly bored. There wasn't much to do as of yet. He'd apparently shown up after his new roommate Ryan Ellis. When he entered his new dorm, the room was empty, and one side of the room the left side was fully made up with bags unpacked and the bed neatly made with crisp hospital corners. Not at all how he expected another teenage boy to live. Must have a military background, Roman thought to himself.
Roman himself had unpacked just what he thought were the essentials: his laptop and few other gadgets that he made to amuse himself, and some gym equipment: a jump rope, free weights of varying weights, and also a pull-up bar. He wondered if his roommate Ryan would mind if he installed the pull-up bar in their doorway to the shared bathroom. He should probably also ask the guys in 317 if they minded having a pull-up bar as well. Even though there were two doorways. He still thought it best to ask first.
The olive skinned 18-year-old lay on his bed with his laptop resting on his broad chest, already hooked up to the Academy's Wi-Fi.
S.H.I.E.L.D. as a whole was entirely new to Roman. A new environment, new territory, new rules. Same weather as his home though, if the temperature today is anything to go by.
And I was hoping to leave the heat behind in Texas, Roman thought debating whether he should leave the dorms to physically explore the campus in the midday heat. Then Roman thought of a great way to relieve boredom and answer a few of the many questions he still had about his new school.
Roman sat up straighter in his bed, now sitting Indian style his fingers flying over his keyboard, and began to attempt to hack into the academy's servers. Unbeknownst to Roman, he was being tracked and monitored as soon as he tried to bypass S.H.I.E.L.D. encrypted servers.
"Man, what guy encrypted these servers and files, I can't even get the basics." Roman grunted in annoyance to his empty dorm room.
Across campus, in the security room in the Academy Hub Daisy was busying running and monitoring surveillance of the Ops Dorm. Among the other surveillance, Agents in the large security/surveillance room. She was specifically watching the would be 'hacker' in room 318.
"Aren't you going to bust the kid Agent Johnson? Kick him out of the program?" One of the surveillance Agents asked.
"No Agent quite the opposite actually." Daisy answered calmly. "Keep monitoring the first and second floor. There are some questionable things going on over there."
"Of course, ma'am." The younger Agent replied.
Daisy was on her way out the door when she turned back, "Don't call me ma'am Agent. I'm twenty-eight. That's only two year older then you."
"It's a sign of respect ma'am." The Agent replied smoothly.
"Right uh still getting used to being in a position of importance." Daisy admitted.
The younger male Agent just smiled and went back to surveilling two male trainees on the second floor.
Back in the Ops Dorm building on the third floor Roman was stumped. He tried all his tricks but couldn't get into the system, past the firewalls.
If I can't even get in past their defenses how do they expect me to get through to real threats Roman wondered as he ran a hand through his short black hair. He tried a few more keystrokes hoping to get past the encryptions, but he came up empty.
Then he heard a knock at his open door. Roman didn't think it was his roommate, Ryan, wouldn't knock before walking through the open door to his own room. He also didn't think it was a coincidence that he had someone knocking on his door less than ten minutes after attempting to hack S.H.I.E.L.D. "Shit," he thought as he set his computer to the side. "Come in!"
Daisy had been told she had an imposing figure before. That she was intimidating to some three weeker trainees. She wasn't trying to be the intimidating Quake right now. No, now she was the stern yet fair Agent Johnson.
"Mr. Gomez, I hope you're settling in well. You are, aren't you?" Daisy asked casually.
Roman sat up straight in his bed swinging his legs over the side of the bed to face the female Agent in front of him. "Yes. Yes, I am Agent Johnson." Roman wasn't dumb. Far from it, in fact, despite just trying and failing to hack into secure servers and get the files of his new employers. He knew who Agent Daisy "Quake" Johnson was. Almost everyone did. She was S.H.I.E.L.D.s first Inhuman Agent. Though not the first enhanced Agent employed by the agency.
"That's good Mr. Gomez. We want you trainees to feel comfortable. But not so comfortable that they think they can sneak around and try and bypass my security measures. They're put in place for a reason Mr. Gomez, or have you not been following the news of the past year." Daisy crossed her arms non-confrontationally. Waiting to see what the young teen would say.
Oh, crap way to go Gomez. Not only did you not get access, but you tried to bypass the Agent Johnson's firewalls and encryptions, Roman chastised himself internally.
Roman decided to go with the honest straightforward answer. No reason not to at this point. He didn't want to further jeopardize his chances here before training had even started. "I was just trying to get information about the Academy, Agent Johnson. The recruits haven't exactly been told details… or anything for that matter. I wasn't trying to cause any problems, ma'am."
Daisy looked the young Mexican American teen in the eyes. She'd read his file, she'd read all the trainees files. Young Roman Gomez was one the chosen trainees. Therefore, Daisy couldn't expel the teen. "Well...it's good to hear that you didn't have any bad intentions, but trainees are kept in the dark for a reason. You will get more information about the Academy when we know that we can trust you with it. Normally any trainee found trying to hack their way into our systems for any reason at all, would face automatic expulsion no review whatsoever."
The world 'expelled' caught Roman's attention as his eyes opened wide and he quick stood up straight from his bed. "Ma'am, - he started before he was cut off by Daisy.
"But, you, Mr. Gomez aren't a normal trainee. You're special." Daisy told Roman watching his facial expression.
"Special?" Roman asked the older Agent, an inquisitive look on his face.
"Yes. Mr. Gomez S.H.I.E.L.D. has plans for you." Daisy said cryptically. Daisy looked Roman in his green hooded eyes and said, "Just don't go trying to hack anything anymore without express permission." Daisy stood up straight from where she was leaned against the dividing wall of room. "Oh, and Roman, follow the instructions in your welcome packet, then you can do what you please, within reason." She added as an afterthought. Seeing as what she had just caught him trying to do.
Roman knew an order when he heard one, and nodded his head. "Yes, Agent Johnson."
"Good to hear Mr. Gomez." With that said Daisy turned and walked back out of the dorm room. After descending the three flights of stairs to the lobby, she almost walked into Agent Grant Ward on the way out of the dorm building.
"Daisy. I wasn't expecting you here. Thought you'd be over at Communications checking over the trainees there." Grant asked his colleague and occasionally friend. Things were still a bit rocky between him and Daisy. Even after all they'd been through. But all they'd been through together was part of the problem.
"I'm a field operative just like you are Ward. I just happen to have more than one skill that S.H.I.E.L.D. finds useful." Daisy retorted.
"Sorry. Sorry I didn't mean to offend you Daisy, it's just that's where trainees are placed that have your computer skills."
"I'm not a one trick pony Ward. There's more to me than just my computer skills."
"I realize that now."
"For your information, I was headed over there to help out the Director of Communications after I gave a reprimand to an Ops trainee about attempting to hack our systems."
"An operations trainee did that." Ward asked astounded. When he went through the Academy back in the early 2000's most Ops trainees weren't as well rounded as the ones he was seeing come through their doors in the past three weeks.
"Tried to and failed. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to put my computer skills to the test." Daisy moved past Ward out of the building. Leaving a stunned and flustered Grant behind her.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me again, Grant wondered as he goes to report to the security Agents about the trainees in 211.
Back in Roman's dorm he's decided to put the laptop on his desk and really look at that 'Welcome Packet' he was issued when he arrived. He flipped to the first page of rules and regulations.
" 'Romantic and sexual relationships between trainees are tolerated but ill-advised.' " Roman shut the booklet with a clap of the pages, "So, the first rule is actually just a suggestion," Roman said aloud to his empty dorm room. "Cute."
Can't imagine that being taken advantage of. Roman thought to himself. He looked at the first sheet that was stapled to the the top of the 'Welcome Packet'
"Make bed, Unpack belongings in drawers place carry-on baggage in bottom of wall locker" Roman read off the sheet of white paper. "Simple enough." Roman cracked his knuckles and got to work.
1200 Hours. 16, Jul 2015, Ops Dorm Building - Third Floor. Alexandria Virginia.
Kyra made it up to the third floor in no time at all. Gray flush metal right handed inswing doors lined both sides of the hallway. On those doors were two name plaque holders. Kyra took her dorm room assignment slip of paper out and checked her assignment.
Dorm 315, Bed 2, Wall Locker B.
Kyra found her dorm easily enough on the left-hand side of the hallway. Her name plaque was on the door: Holden, Kyra. Above her name was Kyra guessed her roommate, Carson Sarah. She stopped just short of opening the door when she heard talking inside.
Kyra decided to knock just to give her roommate enough notice that she was entering. "Come on in." Came the loud reply.
Kyra pulled out her silver key by the lanyard and turned the key in the doorknob. The door opened inward and Kyra stepped in her dorm. Immediately upon entry Kyra noticed her roommate Sarah looking quite at home, laid back on her already made bed phone to her left ear talking away.
Sarah looked up at the new arrival her roommate Kyra and gave a brief curt nod, before going back to her conversation with her mother. Kyra nodded back as well, and went about setting up her room.
There's a reason Sarah didn't want her mother to be her first contact when she arrived but Cardenas' her recruiter insisted. She was a mother too and told her it'd be the right thing to do.
"Mom, I'm fine. I arrived safe and on time. Cardenas dropped me off and she gave me her card."
"So why is it that I had to call you on my down time young lady?"
"I was tired Mom! I've been on the go since 0400 this morning, with my fitness crazed older brother."
"Nice try young lady. I know you're flight was only 45 minutes long even from your brother's apartment in Manhattan, want to try again?"
Sarah groaned dramatically and threw her arm over her forehead. "Alright fine I just didn't want you to be my first call when I got here Mom. You're so…"
"What Sarah overprotective, worried, cautious, I'm your mother Sarah Nicole I'm allowed to worry about you you're my last baby." Melissa said quietly over the phone.
Kyra ignored her roommates' conversation as best she could, it was one-sided. At least to her anyway she could only hear Sarah's side of things after all. It sounded like complicated family drama to her. Kyra looked at her side of the room, the right side coming in the from the door. A twin sized bed lay pushed up against the far-right wall by the window. A mahogany desk with a chair sat horizontal opposite her bed on the dividing wall side. A nightstand of the same wood, that doubled as a chest of drawers for civilian clothes, was under the window next to the bed. Next to the desk was the tall black wall locker with the one lone hook on the side of the locker facing Kyra.
Kyra tossed her 'Welcome Packet' on the desk opposite her bed, and threw her small duffel on her unmade bed. "There all unpacked." She said to herself. Kyra realized Sarah was still talking on the phone and not really paying her any attention. She was fine with that. So, the teen took the time to quietly check out the rest of her new room. Checking out the kitchenette on Sarah's side and scoping out the bathroom, they shared with the girls in 316.
"Okay now I know how Christina felt when she left. You weren't like this when Sierra and Drew left Mom." A bit of an accusatory tone crept into her voice.
No answer on the other end. "Mom? Are you still there?"
"I am honey. I wasn't this way with the twins because, because they had each other. I knew they'd be fine."
"Oh, and I won't be? Mom you said you'd be happy with whatever we choice to do in life. This is what I choice I choose this life."
"I know dear. It's just there are a lot of things you don't know and the things you'll learn, they're different from the Army. Different values. I can't tell you more that I'm sorry, it's part of the rules and regulations."
"Right of course." Am I really ready for whatever S.H.I.E.L.D.'ll throw at me. Can I really handle it? All these thoughts and more were swirling through the young ebony haired teen's head.
Sarah ran a hand through her pixie cut ebony hair in frustration. She loved her mother to death of course. She knew life was precious and in her mom's line of work life could be over in an instant. She was only two when her parents on order of Director Fury faked their deaths for a mission. Their reactions according to Director Fury back then had to be genuine only way to do that was say her parents were really dead. Her older twin siblings, Drew and Sierra were twelve, and her older sister Christina was fourteen, at the time. That whole situation was traumatizing, and messed up to the like the nth degree. It left all four of them up mentally. Left them all with deep emotional scars and parental attachment issues.
"Sarah dear you know I love you right there aren't enough words to describe how much I love you and your siblings. I am happy for you that you got in. I know you'll make it through."
There was yelling in the background that Sarah could hear, and then a gunshot. "Mom?" Sarah asked a bit panicky sitting up straight from her casual sitting position.
"I'm fine dear some level 2 Agent's negligent discharge. That I've now got to go deal with. We'll talk soon and remember to call Drew when you get a chance."
"I will Mom promise. Love you and Dad and everyone. Send you the details when I have them." Sarah blew a kiss into the phone and then ended the call. She threw her phone down between her legs and sighed heavily.
Kyra was just coming out of the bathroom when she heard the tail end of the conversation. "Call Drew when you have a chance."
"Love you and Dad and everyone. Send you the details when I have them."
There's Part 1 for you all for now. Hope you enjoyed. Drop a review down the comment box and let me know what you think so far.
OC Creator Q&A - Please PM your answers with the PM subject line of Chapter 5 Q&A. Thanks everybody I appreciate it. This is for ALL Student OCs.
[Note, I'd like your answers for this one to be IC (in character) of your OCs please. Try as best to dig deep into your OCs psyche, if you can.]
1. Why do you want to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent?
2. What does S.H.I.E.L.D. stand for in your opinion? What does it mean to you?
3. OC Quote [One Quote that your OC lives by or a motto or something like, "You only miss 100% of the shots you don't take"]:
4. In regards to Firearms of any make and caliber "Have you ever shot a firearm before?"
5. Can you swim? (Yes or No) If you can how well? If you can't swim, why can't you? Are you afraid? Never learned?
6. What are your sleep habits/patterns like? [Heavy/deep sleeper (do you sleep like the dead, sleep so soundly loud noises wouldn't wake you, light sleeper (does the slightest sound or noise wake you up), restless stirring sleeper]:
7. Morning Person or Not [Do you early and like to get a start to your day or do you like to sleep in] or are you a Night Owl? [Like to stay up late at night]:
