WELCOME TO LEGACY! A FF featuring my OC and SHIELD agent. The plan is that this is going to be series that includes the movies with a little bit of Agents of SHIELD thrown in for good measure. All I can tell you so far is that she has a connection to more than one of our Marvel favourites. This is set slightly before Iron Man but eventually will go all the way up to Endgame.
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PROLOGUE
There was a slight breeze to the August air and Lucie gratefully inhaled, taking a moment to enjoy the California sunset. This was the only time that she enjoyed the beach, when the tourists and sun worshippers went home for the day and there would be a handful of couples or families who would make fire pits in the sand and have BBQs and enjoy a few beers. The sand felt familiar between her toes as she sipped her bottle of lager, some micro-brewery, limited edition brand that she brought back from her last visit to her grandmother in London. It wasn't her favourite beer but it would do.
"Whatcha got kid?" said a voice from behind her that could only belong to her father. He liked to believe that he could sneak up on her and a lot of the time she let him believe it, happy to have someone outside of her profession.
"Drop it like it's Hop," she smiled at the punny name, handing the bottle over to her father who dropped down beside her on the sand.
"Holy crap, that's awful. How many have you had for this to taste good?" he spat the beer into the sand in disgust.
"Just one. It's a six pack and they all have stupid names, this is the worst so far."
"What were the other options?"
"Erm, Villiage Idiot, Citra Ass Down, Tart Side of the Moon, Pathological Lager, Hopitus Prime and this dish water."
"Should have went with the Floyd reference." He stood up and held out his hand to help up his daughter. "Come on, I've got some beer in the fridge. Next time your Grams sends you home with booze make sure its scotch."
Lucie took it with a smile, tipping out the remained of the bottle onto the sand and then tossing it into the trash on the way back to the house. She shook the sand free from her blush pink sun dress and inhaled her dad's aftershave, a comforting scent that always made her feel as though she was five years old again.
"Oh, and Luce, take it easy on the training, you're supposed to be on vacation." He pointed to the bruise on her collar bone and the matching one that disappeared partially up her skirt.
"It's no big deal Dad," she smiled, grateful that he wouldn't find out about the bandage that was taped to her side to cover the gun shot wound. He would never know that her vacation was in fact medical leave or that she and her team had rescued fifty school girls from being trafficked out of Namibia and that she had injury had been shielding one of those girls. The documents would be made classified and redacted beyond any form of recognition. Just the way she liked it.
So we have a tiny introduction.
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