I figured right now was the best time to find out if I could still change my appearance. Walking away from the entrance of the training centre I ducked into the nearest bathroom.
I was lucky there was no one in it. There were lockers in this bathroom, with showers and changing rooms. After locking the door I briskly walked to the mirror. I had to stand on my tippy toes to see my whole face. Just my luck. I looked into the mirror at my reflection.
My white, curly hair definitely made me stand out amongst these humans. That should be the first to go. But who should I disguise myself as?
I needed to become someone who had high authority. What about Agent Phil, I did have his ID card so it would make my lie more believable - no he's not even supposed to be on the ship right now. That plan screamed failure. Knowing my luck I would bump into Fury or someone who knows he's in New York. That was a mess I didn't want, imagine trying to worm my way out of that situation.
Then there was Fury, but he was the director. Everywhere he went he was stopped and asked questions or was given out orders. His persona was too complex to intimidate and I didn't understand his way of thinking, well not yet anyways. I didn't have an eye patch and trying to find one would be a pain. Plus he never stayed in one room, he was always moving and although the chances of bumping into him was slim, I didn't want to risk it. Mentally crossing him out I went to my next victim.
Agent Hills. She seemed like she had authority, but wasn't as fancy as Fury. Yes she gave out orders but she was never stopped by anyone. Another thing I noticed about her was that she was majorly based in the control centre. She seemed to be in charge of ensuring the ship maintained efficiency. That it moved in the right direction and everyone was doing their job properly. I would call her the 'overseer'. Another bonus was that I was wearing almost the exact same clothing as her, which meant I didn't have to go searching for something else. Agent Hill was someone I could imitate.
Smiling at my reflection, I got to work. First things first, my hair. Where my hair was wavy, long, and white, Agent Hill's hair was short and dark. Closing my eyes I imagined my hair becoming shorter, darker. After a few seconds I felt a tingling sensation, as if someone was pricking my skull with a thousand minuscule needles. I remembered reluctantly that this 'tingling' feeling stayed with me until I changed back into myself. Slowly opening my eyes I observed my masterpiece.
Looking at myself I realised two things. One, I would never suit short hair nor should I ever willingly cut it. Two, I had captured Agent Hill's hairstyle perfectly. I smiled, I still had it.
Facial features was my next challenge. I'm pretty sure Agent Hill has blue-grey eyes, and I could picture her face clearly. It was imprinted in my mind since we first met, a long, angular face with a slightly pointy nose. I kept my eyes open this time as I watched my face morph into someone else. I was mesmerised by how quickly my skin could bubble and change. I watched as my once bright blue eyes dulled down to a mute blue-grey colour, as if my eyes had lost their spark. Once completely transformed and successfully suffering the strangest case of pins and needles on my face, I decided to do something about my height.
Agent Hill was a fair amount taller than me, and had a petit figure. I honed in on the rest of my body, focusing on what I was feeling and touching. I imagined my legs becoming longer-slightly thicker at the thighs. My chest expanding giving me a more women shape, my arms longer and toned with muscle. My body popped and clicked as I took shape. I no longer needed to stand on my tippy toes to see my reflection, only it wasn't my reflection but that of a stranger. The stranger being the one and only Agent Hill.
I smiled a foreign smile, but realised my one and only mistake. Agent Hill had an ear piece that she wore everywhere. Would anyone notice me not wearing one? I pushed the thought aside, I was ready for an adventure.
With a final check in the mirror for any mistakes, I swiftly unlocked the door and left the bathroom.
Surprisingly the corridors weren't busy. Checking the time on the wall outside the bathroom I noted that it was late in the evening, normally around the time when most of the agents retired to their rooms. Perfect timing.
My next issue was where to go? There were so many rooms my ID card prevented me access to, but a particular room I noticed the other day sprang to mind. It was on the other side of the ship, so I would have to be careful. Knowing my destination I turned around and walked in that direction.
Having only been in Agent Hill's company a few times I wasn't completely sure about her walking stride, but I imagined it to be filled with purpose and direction. As if walking took up unnecessary time. So I walked with the aura of dominance. I prowled through the corridors not bothering to acknowledge the humans I walked past. Most didn't pay any heed to me as I walked past them anyways, but there was someone who went to stop me, to talk to me.
Instantly when he went to talk, I raised my hand in front of him.
"Busy" I blurted. That seemed like something Agent Hill would say if she was going somewhere important. I hope.
After that incident no one else stopped me. I stopped in-front of this heavy duty door and looked around. There wasn't another human in sight-thank gods. Hastily I pulled out Agent Phil Coulson's ID card, he had a level 7 clearance. I didn't have a clue what that meant but here goes. I scanned the doors and with a grunt they opened.
I walked in and my eyes widened-jackpot. There were shelves from one corner of the room to the other, filled to the brim with files. So many files. Walking to the nearest shelf I picked up a file, with the tag Carol Danvers. Scanning through it. I was shocked when I read through it. I wasn't the first Alien that had landed here, which when I thought about it made sense. Earth had visitors from Planet Hala, a planet that I remembered from Papa's lessons. It had definitely advanced in technology as it was nowhere near space travel when I was back home. This person, 'Carol Danvers' had an interesting history. According to this file, Carol was born a human but after a nasty explosion it gave her abilities. S.H.E.I.L.D was still unsure of her full capabilities but she was clearly labelled ' highly dangerous but poses no threat. Last seen by commanding officer Agent Nick Fury, whom claims Carol Danvers left in search of a home for the race of the Skrulls- an elite species who have the capability to change appearance at will.'
Interesting, this was an older file dating back to 1995. I stopped short- what year was it now? Shaking my head at my stupidity, I should of made that a priority when I first woke up in Ireland. I'll have to find out later. After concluding that I had mesmerised everything in this file I moved through some of the others.
Some where about missions that the agents of S.H.E.I.L.D we're apart in, other's character profiles on the agents themselves. I found Natasha Romanova's profile fairly inquisitive. She was the human Fury was going to call, who was in Russia and she went by the code name Black Widow. Wasn't she bringing in the 'big guy"? Who this so called 'big guy' was I still had no clue. Looking at her profile picture I decided one thing. She was the only human I've seen so far that suited short hair. It was red and cut to her neck. It flattered her, and before I realised it I was envying her style.
Humming I scanned through more Agent's profiles including Agent Maria Hills, Agent Phil Coulson and Agent Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye. The was a stamp on Agent Barton's profile labeled 'Compromised'. Ohh, was this S.H.E.I.L.D drama? A good guy turned bad? I laughed at my childish thinking. I was still such a child.
Everyone on this ship was all highly trained for sure.
Skipping over to another shelf I pulled out a rather thick file. In bold black text it read, Avengers assemble. Curious I opened it and pulled out five separate folders, all with different profiles of different people.
The first one had a picture of a middle-aged man maybe in his early 40's. He had strange facial hair that looked neat and dark brown hair that curled upwards at the front. Under his picture it read; 'Anthony Edward Stark formally known as Tony Stark-Iron man'. Below listed several bullet points that read;
Occupation
•CEO of Stark Industries
•Consultant for S.H.I.E.L.D.
•Weapons manufacturer
Affiliation
•Avengers
•Damage Control
•S.H.I.E.L.D.
•Stark Industries
Although Mr.Stark showed promise for the avengers initiative, due to an egotistic personality and lack of ability to work well with others he has proven unfit for the program.
I flipped through the other profiles and noticed that both Black Widow and Hawkeye's profiles where here. There wasn't any new information on them so I opened up the next profile.
Now this one was interesting. Doctor Robert Bruce Banner. There wasn't one but two pictures of Dr.Banner. In one he looked like a normal human, if only slightly nervous. He had messy curly hair and what humans called 'glasses' placed on the bridge of his nose. But the other picture showed a beast. A green, muscled man with the look of rage in his eyes. He didn't look like a guy to mess with. On a side note, I wonder if this was the so called 'big guy' Agent Romanoff was sent to find. Like the other profiles there was a list bulleted below.
Species; Human mutant
Abilities;
As Bruce Banner: Genius-level intellect
As Hulk:Invulnerability, Superhuman strength, stamina and durability. Anger empowerment and regenerative healing factor.
Skill set would be beneficial for avengers initiative considering both intellect and abilities although Dr.Banner shows an unstable persona and posses a great threat to those he is in company with. Further action should be involved to keep track of Dr.Banners location at all times as well as maintaining as little stress as possible.
Oh Gods, this man was dangerous.
I moved on to the next profile.
Full name; Steven Rogers
Alias; Captain America
Title; Captain (U.S. Army)
•Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.
•Occupation
•United States soldier
Affiliation
•S.H.I.E.L.D.
•S.T.R.I.K.E.
•Strategic Scientific Reserve
•United States Army
Nationality; American
The picture that Rodgers had displayed him in a uniform, blue, red and white. He bore a shield and interestingly it didn't look like it was made of metal. I couldn't put my finger on it but it seemed different-special almost.
Reading through his profile I noticed that Rodgers was born in 1918. That didn't seem right, I didn't think that humans lived that long. Was this an old agent then? He must be retired or something now.
Finishing reading through Rodgers file I was shocked to read that Rodgers was lost in time. He had been stuck in ice for over 70 years. Not that it was a competition, but 70 years was nothing compared to my billions of years lost in space. But he knew what it was like to wake up in a time you didn't belong in. He knew the ache you felt when you realised that everyone you loved was nothing but dust now. That there was no going back. No goodbyes. No second chances.
I felt a surge of emotions rise as I once again thought about everything I lost. Taking a deep breath I steadied my breathing and set the files down. I think I was finished with this room now.
Shaking myself I got rid of all negative emotions. This was my mission and it was exciting. Enjoy the moment I told myself. Enjoy it and let's go break into another room. I smirked at myself as I walked to the door.
Hopefully my luck doesn't run out.