Chapter Nine: The Belly of the Beast

Yeah, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is now totally involved in this insane series. I started watching it and I looove it so much, it gave me so many feelings for it, millions of many plot twists and it really is fantastic so if anyone's trying to decide whether or not to watch it, do. Anyways as always follow and favorite this story and I want to know what you think will happen after this, so read the whole chapter and tell me your theories!


My throat burns with each and every breath of icy air I intake while trapped in the back of the below freezing temperature of the van. We all sit clustered together on a small, frigid metal bench, unable to even move a bit in fear of hitting one another. As if that's not bad enough, it's practically pitch black in here and I can barely make out my hand when I hold it in front of my face.

The only light is a small, every wavering stream, of sunlight peeking through an oval shaped hole carved in the door designed only large enough to look through or in, not enough to allow escape. While we may not be able to see where we are or what's going on outside the walls that confine us we can for sure feel the result of being incapable of seeing what's going on.

Every time the van swerves, sharply turns, or dips in pot holes my crew and I get battered and thrown around like rag dolls, completely unable to do anything about it. Pain rattles up my spine as my back collides with the metal wall of the van. While I may not be handcuffed like a prisoner, they are and I've notice that the cuffs are specially designed for their specific abilities.

Take Tarben's cuffs for example, his are designed to withstand both his heightened strength and his lighting but the cuffs are a reactor which will send any electricity shooting from the cuffs through him and anyone close by in a place like this. Tara and the rest of the groups are pretty normal with a few tweaks here and there to compensate for certain specifics of our personal abilities.

Bryan isn't cuffed like the others but instead his sits back in the far right corner behind a plastic wall to keep him secure in case he, how would Bruce Banner say?Hulks-out. In all honesty we've never seen Bryan Hulk out, not that I'm not grateful for that but then again I try to keep a peaceful and stress free environment and being away from S.H.I.E.L.D. could have helped also.

"Wait," Tara speaks and we all glance over at her as she's the first person to say anything since we been captured. "Do you guys see this? Our handcuffs have the Stark Industries logo, these were designed by... Does that mean they know?"

I shake my head. "No, I doubt Director—thorn-in-my-side—Nick Fury would inform the 'marvelous and highly magnificent Avengers' about his secret escapades in the field of manipulating with life and death, cloning, and creating freaky DNA copies of them. Tarben's cuffs were probably originally designed for Thor but seeing as he has similar powers, it makes sense for Fury to use them."

"Where do you think they're taking us, who the hell are they anyways, obviously we all know Phil Coulson but what about the rest of them? S.H.I.E.L.D. was disbanded after the HYDRA on the inside so what are they doing around and didn't Phil die when Loki invaded Earth?" Ciara asks, voice soft but bringing up valid question.

"Hey, why weren't you handcuffed?" Tarben asks, finally noticing my cuff free wrists, before he starts tugging harder against the cuffs that leave him detained and practically immobile. By his gritted teeth it's obvious that he dislikes being a prisoner, this is nothing, if he ever knew where and how I was held he'd wouldn't be so annoyed, he'd be glad to only be handcuffed.

"I don't know Ciara and Nick Fury's a man of many secrets, I mean look around, we're clones of the Avengers so bringing someone back from the dead, pretty low on the totem pole wouldn't you say? As for your question Tarben, I think it's because he knew I'd voluntarily get in and not fight them with the five of you being held here, and he assumed right because I won't risk your lives for simpleminded rebelliousness."

The vehicle jerks again and we all groan when, once again, smacking against the metal walls sending a deep metallic thump! ringing through the once quiet backseat of the van. Instead of moving forward we hear the engine of the van go off and Coulson opens the door revealing him and a group of agents armed who together have at least thirty automatic weapons all aimed on us.

Coulson looks around at the guards dressed in black and give a comedic smile before looking back at me. "This sort of security isn't really my style but you know that already. Someone special wants to have a word with you so follow me, the agents here will take your friends to their rooms."

"You mean cells?" I counter, eye narrowing at him.

"No, rooms that are highly secured with guards stationed outside the door which lock from the outside. It's all for your protection."

"More like our imprisonment."

"U.N.I.T.E.D. doesn't like that term, they prefer detainment," is his response as Coulson holds out a hand for me to take as if I need help to get out of the back of a van, I snort in annoyance.

Even though I haven't stepped out from the back of the van I notice that we're no longer near New York City, we appear to be on some sort of mountain covered in fluffy white snow and the air outside is much colder than the air inside the back of the vehicle. Now I wish we hadn't stopped and that Coulson had left the door closed to keep this cold air out.

Just as I'm about to climb from the vehicle the van quakes like it's been hit by on oncoming vehicle and then is thrown back away from Coulson and I'm tossed back into the right wall beside the open door. My head rings out all sorts of explanations for what's happening but there are no definitive answers so instead I wrap my hands up in the thick fabric strap attached to the van and hold on for dear life.

The van creaks as it tilts off to the right then all the feeling and our grip on gravity go out the window when the van tilts all the way off. Wind whistles around and throughout the van and that's when I realize it. We're falling off what can only be assumed as a mountain and there is no way Coulson and his team can save us. My heart pounds in my throat and I look back at my crew.

Fear decorates their faces and I place a calm demeanor across my own to try and put them at more ease, I'm their leader and I have to stay calm if not for their sake then for my own. Then screams fill the air, their screams, my teams fear as clear as day drawn on their faces and then everything seems to slow down, like in those war movies and all the sound fades away, I can still see their mouths moving but I hear nothing.

What is U.N.I.T.E.D? That's all I can think as the impact strikes and I'm thrown from the back of the car. Everything's a blur and when I hit the ground the worlds goes dark but faintly I hear a sound. Something that isn't very human, a deep, monstrous roar of some sort but the darkness is such a relief, a brief escape and I'm falling, falling under the waves and then there's nothing.


Third Person POV:

When the dust cleared from the mountain top, that's the moment when Phil Coulson realized what had happened, the van, and the six teenagers were blasted off the mountain by some unseen force. How am I going to tell Director Fury? That's the only concern he has, aside from the obvious being the six teenagers who could have possibly died from the fall.

Skye stands at the cliffs edge looking down at the fallen over truck which now looks like scrap metal tossed all along the mountain side. Based on the evidence below she can only conclude that perhaps they are still alive. She glances over at Coulson who still stands immobile, his hand tapping against his leg as if he's thinking about what to tell to Nick Fury.

Reaching into the pocket of his slacks he pulls out his secure line cell phone and dials Nick Fury's secure but private line and listens to it ring, once, twice, three time, and then on the fourth he answers.

"Hello Coulson, did you catch the subjects?" he asks, his voice deep and emotionless.

"Sort of sir," Coulson says, hesitant by thinking of the best way to deliver the news. He knew that Nick Fury would be mad, that's an obvious fact but the real issue is how mad and what he'll want them to do about the subjects disappearance.

"What's that supposed to mean? Do you have them or not?"

"Well, we had them," Coulson replies.

"Enough, explain Coulson, I don't have time for a guessing game."

"The six subjects were captured, well, Shaylene voluntarily got into the van because we captured her team and so we were transporting them to the newest base implemented on Mount Lacuna but just as I opened the door to bring Shaylene to you something happened. My team and I were knocked off our feet and went flying across the mountain floor and the van, well—"

"Yes?"

"The van was blasted off the cliffs edge by someone, I couldn't seem them. It was like the person who shot that beam of energy was invisible or something and I don't know whether or not the subjects are still alive, sir..." Coulson says, trailing off.

"They're alive, that's for sure," Skye chimes in, stepping over to Coulson side, cell phone in hand with a picture of the wreckage of the van pulled up on the small iPhone's screen.

"Just because that van fell from this mountain, it wouldn't cause damage like this, someone, or something else must have destroyed it because based on my math, this shouldn't have happened.'

"What's going on?" Fury speaks from the line.

"Apparently based on the remains of the vehicle," Coulson starts, still somewhat distracted by the photo on Skye's cell phone. "Skye believes that they aren't dead, that something else happened."

"Something like what?" Fury replies.

"Maybe, wait, I got it," Coulson says, his mind finally jumping to a logical conclusion of what could have possible occurred and mix that with the last sound that he heard. "Bryan."

"Bryan might have—" Fury trails off, this is bad, very, very bad. Having one Hulk is bad enough but now there's two of them and it hasn't been discovered how Bryan acts when in his Hulk-state of mind. This could be very bad and could catch the attention of the Avengers.

"Find them as soon as you can, we don't want news of their existence getting out, keep me posted on what you find and when you locate the subjects lock them away in the Freezer, they need to be gotten rid of and as for Shaylene, well she should have never been woken up."

"W-what exactly are you going to do with them sir?" he responds, stunned at Fury's comment.

"I'm going to put them back under and terminate them once and for all, goodbye Agent Coulson," the dial clicks and that's when Coulson knows the call has ended.

On the other side of the line Nick Fury sets the phone back into his pocket, completely surrounded by the darkness of the basement in Avengers Tower which he went down into after receiving his call from Coulson. It's best to keep these insignificant, deficient creations of scientific experimentation away from the Avengers knowledge, seeing as these projects will be neutralized soon enough.

He leans forward, resting his hands on the long gray desk in front of him, letting out a deep, long awaited sigh.

Unbeknownst to Nick Fury, he is not all alone in this basement below the tower, someone else stands farther back in the darkness, behind Nick Fury who had heard everything that has been said aloud.

"What other things have you shoved under the rug?" the man speaks.

Nick Fury whips around and stares at the man, eye widening a bit when his gaze lands on him. Who else could it be that would have the abilities to notice him fleeing the main floor when his phone rang and was able to be both stealthy, quiet, and capable of hearing him?

"Who is Shaylene, Sir?"

None other than Steve Rogers, the man out of time.


Bam! There you go, so Nick Fury what's to get rid of the crew, what do you think the Freezer is? What about Shay, what do you think of her? I hope this chapter was great so be sure to comment below and let me know what you think and if there's anything you like to see in the future leave that down below as I always read the comments!