A/n: I don't really get how prologues work but I guess this might qualify as one.

Changes I've made to the cannon timeline include; Talbot being named as Rosalind's successor almost immediately (Because we're sliding into Agents of SHIELD's timeline between S03E10 and S03E11), and I have shifted the events of Civil War till after the end of Season three instead of just before the finale.

Thank you all for reading!

Standard disclaimer.

When the plane finally touched down, Kurt couldn't make heads or tails of where on a map of the earth they were landing because he didn't have his phone on him and he couldn't check his location; the plane had been in the air for the good part of a week and from what Kurt could gather they had spent a significant portion of the week flying in circles just to mess with him.

Kurt had only survived the flight because SHIELD had confiscated his personal belongings upon his arrest and as such he had them at his disposal, he couldn't imagine he would have been able to stay sane without his clothes, cosmetics and computer. He'd been able to keep himself beautiful and entertained during the flight and his debriefing.

"Welcome director," A tall blonde woman greeted them, "And?"

"This is our prisoner," Agent Coulson explained, "Also our newest recruit."

"I know we're struggling with numbers but what is his skill set?" she quirked a curious brow.

"I'm generally a bad bitch by profession," Kurt pursed his lips.

"That's not telling of your skill set," the blonde woman smirked at him, "Also, aren't you a little young to be an Agent of SHIELD?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "No, you're just old."

"Quite the mouth on this one," she scoffed.

"Don't speak of me as if I'm not here," Kurt crossed his arms, "Rude!"

"Sorry. Bobbi, this is Kurt Hummel," Agent Coulson gestured from one to the other, "Kurt, Bobbi Morse."

"Charmed to make your acquaintance," she smiled politely.

"I'm sure you are," Kurt smirked.

Agent Coulson squared up with him, "Bobbi will complete your debriefing, beginning your orientation."

"I thought you would be the one to debrief me," Kurt pouted dejectedly.

"That's funny," Agent Coulson blushed.

Kurt smirked and turned to Bobbi, "After you."

"Please follow me," she turned on her heels and walked down a hallway. Kurt had little difficulty keeping up due to their similar heights, "You're going to have to let it go."

"I'm not sure what exactly I would be letting go," Kurt shrugged, "You already took my cell phone."

"I mean your little crush on the director," Bobbi smiled politely once more.

Kurt gasped, "you've got to be joking, I'm messing with Agent Coulson." Kurt shook his head, "I have a boyfriend. Yes, he left me after we destroyed that McDonald's together but until he responds to my emails, we are still very much on."

"Well," Bobbi pursed her lips, "messing with him is unprofessional."

"I will take that under advisement," Kurt pursed his lips. He tilted his head and smiled condescendingly, "what do we have planned?"

"This is the lab," Kurt looked around as they entered the high-tech room, "they are going to run some tests on you and ask you more invasive and clarifying questions for the data we've received from Agents May and Coulson." She gestured to a seat for him, she handed him a cell phone, "this is encrypted and untraceable. You're in good hands."

"I can text again," Kurt held the phone to his face, "I missed you baby."

"Glad to reunite you," Bobbi smirked, turning on her heels.

"Bobbi, before you go," Kurt smiled, "Can I get a double espresso non-fat latte with two pumps vanilla?"

"Good morning," a petit, dark haired woman greeted him in a British accent, "I'm Agent Jemma Simmons." She looked between the two of them, "Am I interrupting something?"

"I was just going to get Mr Hummel some coffee," Bobbi gave a saccharine smile.

Jemma gaped at Bobbi as she walked away, "does she get coffee?"

"Probably not," Kurt shook his head, "you just have to shock people enough and they'll do anything for you."

"Okay," she nodded to herself, "I will be completing your physical which will include an array of bodily fluids, weight, height, body fat percentage, blood pressure, heart rate, respirations rate, general physical examinations."

"I'm Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," Kurt smiled as she produced a cotton swab, "you may call me Kurt."

"Charmed," she gave a polite smile, she gestured for him to open his mouth. Kurt waited patiently as she swabbed the inside of his mouth and put the swab into a blue bag, "thank you."

"You studied Biochemistry," Kurt smiled, "how was that?"

"Fine," she shrugged, "I'm going to have to take a blood sample."

"Can I call you Jemma? I'm going to call you Jemma," Kurt smiled at her as he rolled up his sleeve, "what do you think I should study? I'm really torn, I love theatre and music like you wouldn't believe but I think I have a future in science or business or politics- not really sure what my alternative are but they are many and tempting."

"Are you in good health?" Jemma asked him as she gathered her instruments, "any ailments I should know about?"

"Nope, I'm a beacon of great health," Kurt smiled at her, "tell me about yourself, where are you from?"

"England," she answered shortly, wrapping the elasticized band around his bicep.

"I figured as much," Kurt scoffed, "unless you're really dedicated to a fake accent, where about in England?"

"Sheffield," she flipped her hair, narrowing her gaze as she threaded the holder, "I hear you're from Alaska."

"By way of Lima, Ohio and Oakland, California," Kurt smiled.

"You're going to feel a small prick," Jemma leaned forward as she laid down a track in a vein on the inside of his elbow, "You have very fine blood vessels."

"I have very thick skin, that's only the beginning of things about me that will shock you," Kurt giggled, he twitched as the needle pierced his skin.

"Sorry," Jemma smiled shyly as she attached the test tube, her face fell when his blood started to fill the vial, "your blood is violet."

"Indigo," Kurt corrected.

"It's not crimson," she gaped at him.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "please don't lose your shits."

"ME?" Jemma's voice went sharp as she shook her head, "my shits are all in a known location." She smiled, nodding to herself, "it's just the only time I've encountered a similar substance was-"

"GH-325," Kurt furrowed his brow, "did you not read up on me before this encounter? Because I read up on you."

"You read up on me?" Jemma gaped at him.

"I read your personnel file," Kurt smirked, "I know all about the time you spent at the SHIELD academy, the bottom of the ocean, Hydra and on Maveth."

"That's all in my personnel file?"

"I also read the notes of one Leopold Fitz," Kurt grinned excitedly, "Can anyone say erotic friend fiction?"

"Why would anyone say that?"

"Concentrate babes," Kurt snapped his fingers, "I was being a little silly with my wording, an homage to Tina Belcher."

"So nobody has to say…" Jemma nodded in his direction.

"I'm talking about the boner he has for you," Kurt squared up with him.

"We're working on that," Jemma admitted shyly.

"You're working on it?" Kurt gaped at her, "the only relationship I've had was with a man thirty years my senior and we destroyed a McDonald's together; I'm an atheist and McDonald's is the closest thing to sacred for me." Kurt smiled, "those boot shaped McNuggets are everything in my life."

"I don't get the point of that story," Jemma furrowed her brow.

"Oh yes, stories are supposed to have those," Kurt smiled bashfully, "We didn't test the waters, we just waded in."

"And you destroyed a McDonald's together," Jemma countered.

"You're concentrating on the wrong part of that story," Kurt rolled his eyes, "We were together and it was great because we didn't overthink it- at least I didn't."

"I think our situation is a little more complicated than you and your daddy fetish," Jemma scoffed.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Kurt pointed a firm finger to echo his sentiment, "besides how complicated could it be?"

"There was another guy… there is another guy, and there's another girl," Jemma shrugged.

"There was another guy in my relationship too," Kurt smiled at her, "I made friends with him, the Hulk thought I was pretty and he loved my ice-cream."

"The Hulk?" Jemma gaped at him, "were you in a relationship with Bruce Banner?"

"You should really read up on your patients," Kurt scolded. He pursed his lips before smiling up at her, "how's about you organise a full body MRI, CAT scan, EKG, Full body CT and you can tell me more about your beau?"

"He's not my beau," Jemma rolled her eyes, "why are you requesting medical procedures?"

"I've never been to see a doctor," Kurt shrugged, "but I would love to find out what that organ game is like."

"I'm not that kind of doctor," Jemma corrected him.

"You have a PhD in Biology and Chemistry," Kurt shrugged, "Your undergrad speciality was neuroscience, you're the only person I can trust to tell me how many livers I have and not dissect me after they find out."

"Can I introduce you to Fitz?" Jemma smiled broadly, "we've been working on Kree blood, technology and DNA enhanced with Kree chromosomes…"

"Leopold!" Kurt called out, "Fitz!"

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know," Kurt shrugged, "I don't have his number so I can't text him to come over."

"Yes," Jemma shook her head, "but you could have made any signal to the affirmative."

"Bygones," Kurt waved her off. When Fitz appeared Kurt gasped, "you're really cute."

"Jemma," the young man furrowed his brow, "Who is this?"

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," Kurt extended a friendly hand and grinned salaciously, "Charmed to make your acquaintance."

The boy took his hand, "Jemma, I'm not understanding-"

"Jemma was just telling me all about you," Kurt twirled his hair as he spoke, "she didn't tell me you were so cute, can I call you Fitz? I'm going to call you Fitz like Jemma does."

"That's not very clarifying," Fitz furrowed his brow.

"I should have mentioned that I was Kurt of the Kree Empire," Kurt smirked.

"Kree like the lost city? GH-325?" Fitz gaped, "The makers on Inhuman DNA and the diviner?"

"Seeing as Cree Summers doesn't have an empire just yet," Kurt caressed Fitz's chin, "those are the only Kree I know with an empire."

"You're a Kree?" Fitz smiled gleefully at him

"I'm an American," Kurt corrected, "I was born here."

"But you're of the Kree Empire?" Fitz's smile was less dim.

Kurt smiled encouragingly, "in part."

"I have so many questions," Fitz squealed excitedly.

"Look at his blood," Jemma matched his excitement.

"His blood is violet," Fitz gawked, "Your blood is-"

"Indigo," Kurt cut him off, "I look amazing in blue so I know all the shades from cyan to magenta, my blood is indigo."

"Speaking of blue," Fitz rocked from toe to heel, "you're not… uh… blue."

"I'm only partially Kree," Kurt smiled, "I suppose it was a fifty-fifty thing on whether I'd be blue, my dad isn't blue." Kurt shrugged, "I got my mom's dark hair and, guessing from the colour of that blood, I think I inherited her physiology."

"Your father," Fitz grinned at him, "he's-"

"An Asgardian," Jemma gasped, "they just put your file on the system, I have editing privileges."

"Let me see," Fitz lunged for her.

"I've got a double espresso non-fat latte with two pumps vanilla for the chief," A tall, broad man appeared in the door way.

Kurt's jaw went slack, "the coffee's for me, how tall are you? Like six-three?"

"Six-four," the man stared down at him quizzically, "Bobbi said this coffee was for the chief."

"And I'm saying it's for me," Kurt crossed his arms, "how much do you bench-press?"

The man glared at him as he handed him the coffee cup, the man barked at him when he spoke, "Two-fifty."

Kurt sipped the coffee, "this is some well-made coffee, who do I have to thank for it?"

"Mack," Fitz snapped, "Alphonso Mackenzie but we call him Mack."

Kurt's mouth hung open for a moment before his lips curled into a smile, "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, charmed to make your acquaintance."

"I think maybe you should get back to work," Fitz glared at Kurt as he spoke to Mack, "leave us to ours."

"Sure," Mack nodded slowly, "Whatever works for you Turbo."

Kurt watched Fitz as he watched Mack leaving, he turned to Kurt with a glare, "Let's carry on with your tests." He looked down at the tablets, "it says here that you stack your money everywhere you go."

"You know," Kurt shrugged, "Commas and them decimals."

"That can't be right," Jemma took the tablet but it didn't satisfy her, "under species it says children of the sun, it said Kree-Asgardian hybrid a few moments ago." Kurt quirked a curious brow, "The system has been encrypted with some kind of cypher."

"Unless you're seven million, eight hundred and eighty-four thousand years old," Fitz teased.

"It doesn't say it's in years," Kurt smirked.

"You know what this is?" Jemma quirked a brow.

"They are song lyrics," Kurt smiled, "that's my age in cups of coffee; I started drinking it when I was twelve and I have three cups a day on average."

"How are you doing this?" Fitz gaped at him.

"I'm not doing it," Kurt shrugged, "When I left I forgot to log out of your systems and I had rigged the system to destroy any data you might have on me, stop you from making a kill file on me."

Jemma gaped at him, "Can you stop it?"

Kurt grinned, "One text away." He smiled down at his new standard issue phone, "just a simple deactivation code; Violets still are blue."

"That worked," Jemma beamed in awe.

"Things generally work out in my favour," Kurt shrugged, "I'm the chosen one."

Fitz smirked at him, "Did you just make a Harry Potter reference?"

"I just made every sci-fi and fantasy reference," Kurt countered indignantly.

"Well, Chosen One," Jemma smirked at him, "I'm going to need you to lay down so we can scan your body and look at it on the holotable."

"just scanner?" Kurt quirked a brow, "not a CT? or CAT scanner."

"It's kind of an all in one prototype we've been working on," Fitz sounded self-satisfied, "Kind of like the scanner equivalent of a 3d printer and an x-ray had a baby."

"That'll change the diagnostic game for so many people when it's up and running," Kurt gaped, "two pieces of equipment and doctors in disadvantaged areas are going to be able to do so much more."

"I didn't think of it that way," Fitz blushed.

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head, "wheel me into the machine so that I don't have to look at you while I contemplate how disappointed I am in you."

The machine was a large and metallic, filling a wall in the lab aside from the gap which Fitz was wheeling him into.

Kurt's mind wandered back to the encryption for a moment, he had omitted that someone was on the other end, waiting to receive the message to reverse that encryption. Charlie would recognise the code and await word from Kurt before proceeding with any further action.

In the grand scheme of things Kurt knew that SHIELD would come for them, that they would be arrested and tagged as he was having done to him, and he knew he had to protect his father, Bruce and Charlie. Kurt had formulated a contingent plan for the long run but what he hadn't counted on was him and Bruce prematurely drawing SHIELD's attention by destroying that McDonalds, that had altered the timeline and brought forward his departure by a week and half. Kurt, like the responsible person he was, had left clear instructions on what each of his team mates should do in the case of his impending incarceration and because he was only expecting SHIELD to arrive much later, had trusted his father to mail them upon hi incarceration.

As a result, Kurt's contingent plan wouldn't be ready till the end of the first week of January, Kurt had hoped that he'd have those five days for everything to be explained to his father and Charlie but he had no such luck because the boy had begun his search for Kurt, probably with some coercion from Kurt's father, who had probably mailed his own letter as well.

The subject of each letter was simple; just as their activities in the last month had been Kurt's résumé, Kurt had been compiling one for each of his team mate. As selfish as he was, he wouldn't just use his father, best friend and favourite teacher as a means to an end. The fact that he had promised each of them something made it imperative that he had a plan to fulfil those promises to each of them.

Kurt's first contingent had been an elusive existence working in the robotics department of a car assembly line in Japan, it wasn't a hard job to find for somebody as qualified but it would be a just fit for Bruce; Kurt had tried to forward the plan in an email but he hadn't gotten any response. Kurt had sent Bruce an email every day since they had last seen each other and the man he loved, who was supposed to love him, had yet to reply.

Next on the list was a double whammy; Charlie and Ms 'Please call me Li' Daniels. Kurt had promised Li, Ms Daniels, an opportunity to work with people who had undergone a metamorphic event and Charlie a direction for the future. For both of them the solution had been simple, The Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters; Charlie could be a student, completing his undergraduate degree in almost anything and it would fulfil his pre-med requirements; Li could apprentice under Dr Xavier who had a doctorate in Psychology and a MD in Psychiatry, she would be able to work to completion with mutants before he had her transferred to work with another group.

The most difficult person to satiate, in his absence. was his father. He had been the man's whole life since his mother's death and now he wanted to find his own path like they didn't have all of eternity to be apart. How do you fulfil a man who poured their whole life into you? What is next for that person who has lived millennia in your absence but had come to rely on you? Kurt had wracked his mind but the was no correct answer, he wouldn't let his father go because they were bound by something greater than the rest of the group, it was his father.

"Are you alright in there?" Jemma called out to him.

"Excellent," Kurt didn't move, "How much longer till I'm free?"

"Just a little longer," Jemma responded, "You appear to have very dense bones as well."

Kurt couldn't help snorting when he chuckled, "my father always described me as hard headed, I preferred the term obstinate." Kurt smirked to himself, "I'm usually the one who's right in such situations."

"I'm getting images," Jemma gasped excitedly, "and they are glorious, I'm going to help wheel you out and you can move on to the next stage of your orientation."

"I don't get to find out what my physiology is like?" Kurt pouted.

"Later," Jemma smiled, "Allow me the opportunity compile and sort the data."

"Are you going to do it alone?" Kurt looked around the lab, "What happened to Fitz?"

"He went back to the garage," Jemma shrugged nonchalantly.

"I can take it from here Agent Simmons."

Kurt turned to where the voice had come from, "Oh my gosh, you're the most adorable thing ever!"

"Agent Sam Koenig," the man tried not to react to Kurt's comment, "I will be administering your polygraph test and, if you deserve one, I will be giving you your lanyard. After which Agent Morse will give you a more thorough tour of the Playground"

"Are you like a spiffily dressed troll doll with a ten-dollar haircut?"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," the man pressed his lips into a pale thin line, "please follow me."

"What are you?" Kurt peered down at the man as he followed him down the corridor, "Five-two?"

"Five-three," he snapped back, "Billy's five-two."

"Who the fuck is Billy?"

~0~

Kurt squared his shoulder as he got into a fighting stance, "Why are we doing this?"

"Skill assessment," Agent May spoke impassively, Kurt was beginning to believe that was her only tone.

"Why is he watching?" Kurt gestured toward Coulson.

The man shrugged, "I like to watch."

"I don't know if you're hearing yourself," Kurt giggle, "but that's nasty."

"Let's concentrate on the task at hand and ignore Coulson's voyeuristic inclinations," May smirked for a moment, "Come at me."

"This is a skills thing, right?" Kurt double checked, "I'm not supposed to actually hurt you."

"I don't think that would be in your best interest," Coulson scoffed.

Kurt nodded to May and charged jabbing in her direction and avoiding her counter swing, she grabbed his fist in one hand and swung he free arm but he ducked his head, Kurt grabbed her fist and she spun him so they stood with his back against her front and his arms locked over his chest. Kurt used his superior strength to reverse the twist and so they stood facing each other in a tangle of limbs when Kurt tried a double axe kick that transitioned into a bicycle kick.

May moved swiftly avoiding his attempts to attack her, she moved into a crouching position and kicked him square in the chest as he was coming out of the aerial back flip portion of his bicycle kick. Kurt tucked and rolled, as soon as he found his feet enough to overcome the inertia he lunged back May, he grabbed her by the shoulder, flipped over her and used a combination of inertia and his strength to flip her over him; slamming her into the padded floor.

Kurt helped her up and she smiled at him, "You're good."

"You're better," Kurt's breathing was heavy, "you're exponentially more skilled."

"I'm better practiced," she shrugged, "But you think well in tight situations."

Kurt smiled shyly, "I don't think I could have finished like that if I didn't have the strength I have."

"You have it though," May countered, "the only time you should hold back is if you think you might hurt someone."

"Let's take a breather," Coulson moved in closer, "discuss some of your answers to the polygraph."

Kurt quirked a brow, "Do you think I was dishonest?"

"Most of your answers don't make sense and others are too honest," Coulson countered.

"I said 'no' when asked if I was loyal to SHIELD," Kurt nodded.

"And said you were loyal to the Bey-Hive," Coulson looked around, "I didn't know what that was, I googled it and I understand the appeal." He levelled with Kurt, "Why aren't you loyal to SHIELD?"

"I've been here for a few hours," Kurt shrugged, "I need to get to know the people and your processes before I can be loyal to anything here. All SHIELD is right now, is a source of resources."

"The answer I was most entertained by was 'what are you plans for the future?'" Agent May smirked, "to which your responded 'to be worshipped.'"

"I'm not talking about being a God among men," Kurt shook his head, "I just want at least one person who will look at all that I do and think of me as divine."

"On paper you don't make any sense," Coulson shook his head, "when interacting with you and considering your skill set you have the makings of good field agent."

"I think Kurt has great skill, mentally and physically," May agreed, "One of your greatest assets is that people can't tell what you're capable of."

"Hence the testing," Coulson nodded, "We need to know what you're capable of so we can utilise it to the-"

Kurt lifted a silencing finger when his phone started vibrating, "Hold that thought." Kurt took a few steps away from his audience and held the phone up to his ear, "Kurt Hummel, Hello."

"Would it be a douche move to open with I miss you?" Kurt's heart stopped at the sound of the familiar voice, "I'm sorry I left the way I did."

"I got arrested," Kurt hadn't intended on speaking the words but they were the first to come to his mind, "for what we did, I'm being held by SHIELD as we speak."

"I- Uh… I feel awful," Bruce choked on the words.

"Don't," Kurt's words were clipped but he couldn't control his tone, "they were coming for us anyway, the difference between us was that I wanted to be caught and you wanted to be free."

"Are we going to talk about what happened?"

"You were so worried that you would hurt me that you didn't think that I was equally as capable of hurting you," a weak smile spread across Kurt's face and he turned away from his audience, "We never said this but we should have known better than to get used to each other and what we had."

"I like what we have," Bruce chuckled, "I'm enjoying getting used to you."

"Don't torture me with the present continuous tense," Kurt half chuckled, half sobbed, "I don't know if I can take it."

"I know you can take it," Bruce teased, "You're the guy who broke my third metacarpal."

"How's your hand?" Kurt swallowed loudly, "How are you?"

"My hand and I are both fine," Bruce chuckled, "I was just being overly dramatic."

"You've spent too much time with Charlie," Kurt giggled, "He's starting to rub off on you."

"I really do miss you," Bruce admitted, "and the way you smell like strawberries."

"You're only saying that," Kurt blushed.

"I mean it."

"How could you possibly-"

"Because I know that I'm not ready to give up on this, on us," Bruce sounded tired, "I think this time apart will serve us well but I want to give us another try."

"I thought there was someone else," Kurt cursed himself for bringing some else into their moment.

"I haven't called her," Bruce spoke frankly, "I thought I would grow and we'd get back together but I've grown into you, I'm still growing closer to you." Bruce let out a tired breath, "Allow me to grow into the man you deserve."

"We both have growing to do," Kurt affirmed, regaining his composure, "I'll know you've grown when you stop supposing to tell me what I need and deserve."

"I'll text you."

"Read you email," Kurt countered, "do it soon."

"I love you too," Bruce spoke the words and the line went dead. Kurt stood there, it was a short phone call but it had been so loaded; he and Bruce weren't over; Bruce loved him; and, most importantly, he had heard when Kurt had said he loved him while he was in his Hulk form.

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