I've been reading a lot of Avenger crossfics lately and so this has been rattling in my head and I can't move forward until I get it down. So I put it down here.
It isn't perfect and Fury needs to be more badass and Sue needs to be more caustic but I needed to get it out of the way so I can start dreaming up what happens next. If a continuation DOES happen that is cos sometimes it stops right here.
If this spins into an actual story, I'll post it with its own title of course but until IF that happens, it stays here.
Summary: Sue Sylvester is not what she seems. She really isn't.
Sue Sylvester strode into her office after 10:15 rounds. She smiled at her Beckretary as she passed her by. She sat down behind her desk and opened the intercom to Becky's desk.
"Becky," she said. "Hold all my calls and let no one inside my office."
"Yes coach!" Becky answered enthusiastically.
Sue smiled as she killed the connection. She took out her mixer as she prepared her 10:20 protein shake and pressed a button on her phone. There was an almost imperceptible shimmer on the glass that separated her office from the rest of the school. Most people would not even notice it, but Sue Sylvester was not most people.
She now knew that while she can see out of the glass, anyone on the other side would simply see her working on her desk, not matter what she did inside. She leaned back on her chair and turned to face the man who thought he was hidden on the corner of her office.
"Hello Nicholas," she said her voice calm. She loved doing that, you can hide a multitude of sins behind a façade of politeness. "I'm surprised you came all this way, in person no less. I feel…honored."
"Cut the crap, Sue," Nicholas Fury, Director of SHIELD, barked out. "We need to talk."
"I know we do," she answered with what she knew was a kind of cheerfulness that Fury found particularly aggravating. "It must be pretty big to bring you down here, considering I've been trying to meet with you in person for the past three months."
"I've been—" Fury began but Sue cut him off.
"Cut the crap, Nick," Sue said with relish. "I don't care what your reasons were, hell, they were probably good ones. All I know is that some serious biblical shit is about to hit the proverbial fan because you have descended from Mt. Olympus itself to grace us mere mortals with your presence so it must be something big but you know that before we even start I want what I want first."
"This is particularly not a good time," Fury ground out.
"I want him gone, Nick," Sue barked back, all geniality gone from her face.
"We need him."
"No, you need him," Sue pointed out. "Why, I don't know, since he just proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he's not only incompetent but lethally so. Keep him, I don't care but I want him gone from McKinley before noon."
"Schuester—"
"Has been undermining my authority here since Day One and you know it," Sue interjected. "Figgins was fine, he's a bean counter and he took care of the day-to-day and let me focus on what you dragged me out of retirement for. Instead, Schuester was mucking everything up I had to step in and take over!"
"You were supposed to train him," Fury reminded her.
"Schuester didn't think he needed training," Sue snorted. "He was convinced that his way was right, that my techniques were antiquated and cruel."
"Well…" Fury started to say.
"Save it, I have two candidates that will meet Romanova's potential and, if you don't fuck it up, even exceed her and I did that without resorting to what the Red Room had decreed were necessary steps. And do I have to point out it's because of Schuester's interference that we lost Hudson? Hudson who was on his way to become a Super Soldier candidate? If you didn't make me promise not to use lethal force, you would have had Schuester's head on your desk to hold down my letter of resignation!"
Fury stared at Sue. She had interrupted him three times and that was three times too many. But she knew she was right. Schuester was a menace and he had contaminated her school and he needed to be gone. It was really up to Fury if Schuester left McKinley on foot or in a body bag.
"Fine," Fury finally backed down. "I'll transfer him to the Carmel Facility."
Sue snorted but let it go. Carmel produced…adequate candidates. At least whatever Schuester did, wouldn't make them any worse than they already were.
"I'm glad we came to an agreement Nick," Sue said with a smile. She can be generous in victory. Besides, she didn't want to antagonize Fury too much. She liked living dangerously but there was living dangerously and there was stupid. "Now what Earth-shattering apocalypse has occurred that would bring you down here personally?"
"We have an Omega-level threat."
Sue stood still, all thoughts of games and manipulations gone. She calmed her breathing and spoke in a cool, professional tone. "Situation?"
"We have received advanced warning from our Xandarian contacts, confirmed by the Asgardians, that the Kree and the Skrulls are going to break out in a massive war. Guess who will be caught in the middle?"
Sue's mind whirled as she thought of reasons why the Kree and the Skrulls would take their fight to Earth of all places. The Kree and the Skrulls were always at war but something tells her that this was something bigger…so what would the Earth have that…ah. She got it.
"The changeling."
"Yes," affirmed Fury, not surprised that Sue came to the right conclusion.
Sue's eyes narrowed as she realized what Fury's presence in McKinley suddenly meant.
"No," she growled out. "If you think you can step in here and start recruiting my kids, you've got another thing coming!"
"We need them."
Sue never heard Fury sound so exhausted but even then, she was ambivalent about training children on becoming soldiers but she was damned if she was going to let them go out there without being prepared.
"They aren't ready!"
"No one is, not really."
"Don't give me that!" Sue declared. "Do you want another Hudson? Because I promise you, that's what you're getting!"
"An invasion is what we're getting!" Fury finally shouted back, patience at an end. "Your kids will find themselves in a fucking war whether from the front lines or from the back! There is no 'safe place' once those motherfucking bastards get here!"
A crack interrupted Fury and both look at Sue's desk. Her fist had gone through the top. Sue pulled her hand out, shaking it absently, letting the chips fall off. She rather liked that desk.
"You want the legacies, don't you?" She asked, knowing Fury was right, while damning him to hell.
"I want all of them that can hold a line."
"Of course you do," Sue agreed without her usual rancor, "but you didn't come all this way for cannon fodder. You're here for the legacies and you want to know if they can be deployed."
"Yes."
Like slipping on a suit, Sue let the animosity flow out of her like water and assumed a more brisk and professional demeanor, like the previous argument just didn't happen.
She reached into one of her drawers and pulled out a little remote control. With it, she dimmed the lights and the wall behind her desk opened up to reveal a huge monitor. Of course, from the outside, it looked like Principal Sylvester was chewing out some guy on the phone.
The monitor revealed several pictures and videos of a young man, tall and blond.
"Sam Evans," Sue said, with an odd fondness in her voice that no one except probably a handful of people could hear. Fury was definitely one of them.
"From Project: Generation?" Fury asked although he knew the answer to that.
"Yes," Sue supplied. "Third generation. His mother, Mary Evans is second generation. Physically fit despite her age and never sick in her life but not superhuman. The only thing strange about her is that in her line, blonde hair and blue eyes are dominant traits. She also gave birth to twins; genetically they are identical twins except that they happen to be a boy and a girl. They are developing nicely but we don't know if they will breed true like Sam did."
Fury looked at Sam Evans and saw hope. When Abraham Erskine died, so did the secret to the Super Soldier Serum. Scientists in the last seventy years have tried to reproduce it but they never succeeded, at least not the same perfection that produced Steve Rogers. Variations were made but they either only enhanced a part of the body or mind or had deadly side-effects.
The military, however, did not put all their eggs in one basket. They had created Project: Generation. If they could not have a super soldier in an instant, they were willing to wait for it. DNA material harvested from a post-serum Captain Rogers were used to impregnate 12 volunteers in the hopes that some of them would birth a super soldier. Of the twelve, only four carried to term. Of the four there were only two successful births. Florence Baxter gave birth to Rose Baxter, Sam Evans' grandmother. Sam was the great-grandson of Steve Rogers.
Mary, Sam, and, hopefully, the twins—Fury looked at their names on the monitor: Stacey and Steve, ironic that since Mary had no idea who her grandfather is—were genetically perfect and all they needed was the vita rays or equivalent to make them equal to Steve Rogers.
"There is one…quirk…if you will," Sue continued, "Rose had amazing kinesthetic memory. She only had to do a movement once and she could repeat it exactly from then on, this is a trait she passed on to Mary and Mary's children. However, it also made them dyslexic. A nuisance at worst, it has negligible impact on his development."
"You aren't dyslexic," Fury pointed out.
"No I'm not," Sue agreed. Sue was the daughter of the only other woman who carried to term, Doris Sylvester. Sue was not dyslexic. In fact, even without the vita rays she had inherited her biological father's strength, speed, stamina, reflexes and senses. She healed quickly and her ageing has slowed considerably. She was trained since infancy and had served her country for scores of years. The only thing the serum in her system could not give her was a child.
"Evans, of all the legacies, is the one I have the least reservations on deploying," Sue said. "His kinesthetic memory will let him learn fighting techniques fast, and I've slowly been prepping him for the vita ray treatment with medication in his cafeteria food. It has made him a bit loopy but with it, he will weather it better than Rogers did."
"I'll pair him off with Captain Rogers," Fury said.
"Don't be an idiot Nick," Sue said but without any heat. "Pair him with Romanova. She'll get him up to speed quicker. Rogers is a great leader but is too soft. You want Evans ready for this invasion? Get the Widow to train him."
Sue used her remote again and this time a young man with an impressive chest, boyish features and brown hair filled the screen.
"Ryder Lynn," Sue noted. "Xandarian/Human hybrid. For some reason he has exhibited the same abilities as a Nova Corpsman despite having no link to the Nova-Force. He is strong, durable and, if our guesses are correct, will be able to fly, absorb energy and release energy. He will be a Nova Denarian at the very least, a Nova Centurion at the most."
"We are still trying to find out how he has his abilities. His mother was an average Xandarian, brilliant, of course, in her field but no different than a Human scientist trained for space would be. She was not a member of the Nova Corps nor were her parents. It's a bit of a mystery. But we are confident that if we have to, we can activate his abilities. After all we have been suppressing it all this time."
Fury raised an inquiring eyebrow and Sue deigned to answer. "We wanted a controlled reaction. None of these kids are aware that they are legacies or that they are being trained for the Initiative. A lot of them have abilities that can be traumatic if we just let it manifest without control. So we provide it." Sue rolled her eyes. "I don't know why I'm explaining this to you, it's why you dragged me out of my condo in Boca after all!"
"This is an interesting one," Sue continued and the monitor showed videos and pictures of a handsome, hazel-eyed young man playing polo, fencing and singing on stage.
"Blaine Anderson, the son of Dean and Serena Anderson, half-brother to one of yours?"
"Cooper Anderson."
"Dean Anderson, formerly Dane Whitman aka the Black Knight: scientist, businessman, entrepreneur and owner of one of the most powerful mystical artifacts on Earth, the Ebony Blade."
"Do we know if Blaine can wield it? I know that Cooper wasn't considered worthy."
"I tried telling Dean but he wouldn't listen," Sue remembered with honest regret.
"I didn't realize you knew anything about it," Fury said in surprise.
"When Dean decided to retire and change his name, he knew that the Ebony Blade would seek a successor. So he when Cooper was born, he made sure that Cooper was trained to be the perfect wielder of the blade. He trained him in everything he felt the Black Knight should know, but he did so at the cost of Cooper's innocence…ironically his body was the perfect vessel for the blade but the spirit didn't match."
"He's been a great asset to SHIELD though," Fury said with a smirk.
"I think he's happier as an agent than he would have been as the Black Knight."
"This boy, can he wield the blade?"
"Yes."
"You sound certain."
"We arranged it," Sue says with a shrug. "We had people break into his house one night when both Dean and Serena weren't home. Made sure the only weapon he could get his hand on was the blade. He was able to pull it out of the rock."
Fury looked like he was about to comment but when Sue raised an eyebrow at him he subsided. She continued her brief.
"When Dean was made the Pendragon for this era, it changed him. Cooper was already born by then but whatever it was is also in Blaine. He has a touch of the fey about him, he has Glamour."
Fury snorted. "Even I can see that."
"Seriously Nick? I thought you were briefed on the history of the Ebony Blade?" Sue ignored Fury's eyeroll and continued. "Dean is a scientist and he used science to determine exactly what the Ebony can and can't do, but Blaine, Blaine is magic. He'll embrace the blade and they will do things Dean never could."
"And you know this how?"
"The attack on the Anderson residence?" Sue reminded him. "When Blaine grabbed the blade he used it and ran one of our agents through."
"What?!" Fury exploded. "That wasn't in the report!"
"Yes it was," Sue replied unruffled. "It said 'All five agents were wounded but there were no casualties.'"
"But you said that one of them was run through and the Ebony Blade—" Fury spluttered before being interrupted again by Sue.
"Can cut through anything, theoretically even the good Captain's shield and perhaps even nick Thor's hammer, and has a blood curse on it," Sue filled in for Nick. "Yes but Blaine didn't want the agent to die so despite running him through the heart, Agent Martinez just had what was basically a minor heart attack and fell unconscious. Blaine can do things with the Ebony Blade and we are just at the tip of that particular iceberg."
[Kitty is Hellcat, Tina was ruined by Schue so needs to be taken in hand by Tibideaux]
"Having four legacies is good," Fury said with hope in his voice. "I was hoping for eight but four is better than I expected. Good work, Sue. We should get these kids up to Helicarrier soon."
"Nick, you seem to have forgotten something."
"And what's that?"
"Who is going to tell them?"
I love crossover fics and I love crossover fics that either have Marvel or DC in them because it means I can give my favorite characters in another fandom superpowers!
I know that in most Glee/Avengers cross, Blaine is always the son of Tony Stark. I have no problems with that but the Marvel Universe is just teeming with so many different and interesting characters that just to limit myself with the characters that have appeared in the MCU was ridiculous. Besides, thematically, I felt that Blaine fits the Black Knight more, he does see himself as a bit of knight and is quite the romantic (plus there's that polo and fencing background...the Black Knight had a sword and a winged horse!).
Also, I didn't realize how serendipitous making Sue the biological daughter of Steve Rogers would be: the stuff she says on canon suddenly doesn't sound quite so ridiculous and her mother, Doris, is/was a Nazi-hunter! I had actually forgotten about that until I had to find out her name!
And the two candidates she is inferring who can possibly match or exceed Natasha are, obviously, Quinn and Santana.