The room Hiccup stepped into was cold. Not like Jack's skin cold, but in the way that caused Hiccup's instincts telling him to high tail right back out the door. There were no windows, but a single, lame potted plant was stuck in the corner. Hiccup was pretty sure it was fake. The lights seemed too bright and everything was gray; the tiled floors, the spotless walls, and the single desk situated in the center.

Hiccup noticed the woman at the desk last. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a tight knot on back of her head. It went well with her white power suit, sharp cheekbones pulling on pale skin, and lips set in rigid smile.

"Hiccup Haddock," she said, before he could say anything. Her voice was crisp and assertive; the voice of someone who frequently dealt with higher powers. "Agent Cecelia Crowe, head of Supernatural Detection and Containment. It's a pleasure."

She stood, offering a tight smile and a bony hand that Hiccup nervously grasped, before sitting in the chair opposite of her.

"You know my name?"

Agent Crowe smiled lightly and grabbed a stack of papers on her desk. "Of course. Those were my men who came to get you yesterday. We, that is a select few of us, know everything about you." She began flipping through the sheets. "Medical records from your broken arm in seventh grade, your report card from freshman year, acceptance letter from the Naval Academy-."

"I get it," Hiccup interrupted, but the woman in front of him didn't look offended. Her smile remained as she paused on the page, before slipping it back into the stack. "Do I get to keep anything from my past life?"

"Record wise, no," she answered. "It would be too easy for others to find your friends and family. That information in the hands of the wrong people could be used against you. However, you're free to see your family whenever you want. As long as you're confident they play along with whatever cover story we plant for your disappearance."

"Really? You don't erase their memories or anything?"

"Not always," Agent Crowe answered. "If you're worried they may let information slip or they'll be in too much danger, then yes. We relocate them to a quiet, small town with another cover story of who they are. It's quite simple actually, but we only do it if you want us to."

"You don't need to," Hiccup told her. "There's no one who would care."

She raised a thin eyebrow. "You're young. No friends? We found your cellphone on the side of the road when we covered up the evidence of your accident. Our records showed you were talking to your dad. Your sudden disappearance won't trouble him?"

"No. Give him whatever cover story you want. He'll believe it."

Agent Crowe looked at him a moment longer, before making a small note on the page. "I'm sure you're overwhelmed. Suddenly being thrown in with that group as to be nerve wracking."

"Ma'm." The buzzing voice comes from a small box on the desk in between the two. Agent Crowe furrowed her eyebrows, before pressing a button to respond.

"What is it?"

"Shadow is requesting to come in."

Hiccup breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure he liked this woman much and was eager to no longer be alone with her.

"No," Agent Crowe snapped to Hiccup's disappointment. "We haven't finished. She can wait."

The buzzing noise stopped and Hiccup tried not to sink under the woman's sharp gaze. He shouldn't have felt intimidated by someone he knew he could throw through a wall if he wanted, but it was unavoidable.

"I'm going to be blunt, Hiccup," she said suddenly, her tight smile forming again. "The S.D.C has taken care of supers since the beginning. We built your underground home, hunt down your new recruits, and make sure everything is set for your future life. All we ask is that we hold your loyalty."

"Uh," Hiccup stammered, taken aback by the course the conversation had taken. "I am American. I'm not gonna go fight for North Korea or China or-or Italy if that's what you're asking."

"Kind of," she laughed, but it wasn't heartwarming. Hiccup winced at the sound. "We just want to know you support the C.I.A and S.D.C in all that we do."

"Uh, sure," Hiccup answered, uncomfortably.

"Wonderful, now-."

There were several loud thuds from outside the door and Hiccup turned just as Astrid strode through, stepping over the bodies of the two large men.

"Shadow," Agent Crowe called out, her voice stiff. "I wish you'd stop beating up my agents. I really do hate finding new ones."

"Sorry," Astrid answered, smirking and not sounding sorry at all. To Hiccup's amusement, she sounded smug. "They kept telling me I couldn't come in. I was getting bored."

Her heels clicked against the floor until she came to rest next to where Hiccup was seated. He looked back to Agent Crowe, who had lost her tight smile.

"We were just finishing up," she replied, reaching into drawer and pulling out a thick, yellow folder. "Here. This is everything you'll need for a cover. Remember, when going places when people know you're super where your mask. When you aren't, make sure you don't bring attention to yourself. Its rather annoying covering things up."

"Thanks," Hiccup answered, taking the folder. "One question, how many people know who I really am?"

Agent Crowe smiled again, but it didn't match her eyes. "Me."

Hiccup shoved the last box into the back of Astrid's car. Agent Crowe wasn't happy when Punzie and Jack came in after Astrid and was eager to direct Hiccup to the room where his belongings were being kept. It had only taken a few minutes to find the wrinkly, slightly torn photograph and shove it in his pocket before anyone saw and after that, with the help of his friends, he was done minutes later.

"Thanks for the warning about creepy lady," Hiccup laughed as he slammed the door shut. Astrid, who was waiting in the driver's seat didn't say anything. "I kept thinking she was going to arrest me or something."

Still no response. Hiccup glanced sideways at her as he buckled in, trying to think what could have changed during the small amount of time they spent in the building.

"You okay?" he asked her as she sped off into traffic. Jack's car was closely behind them.

"Super," she muttered, starring ahead.

They were silent the entire way back home. It was awkward, extremely uncomfortable, and just down right painful. Towards the end, Hiccup was wishing he caught a ride with Jack instead.

The sun was setting when Astrid zoomed through the hillside and Hiccup eagerly jumped from the car. She stalked off, without a single word, with Punzie following. Jack, however, came to help Hiccup grab his stuff.

"Damn," he muttered, when the girls had disappeared. "What'd you do?"

"I have no idea!" Hiccup whispered, urgently. "She just sat there the whole time."

The two gathered everything and began heading towards Hiccup's room when Jack started talking again. "I've been here for three years now and that's how she normally is. Honestly, it was weird when she was being friendly with you. That's not Astrid. She doesn't open up to just anyone. Don't take it personally."

Despite Jack's advice, Hiccup still felt like he screwed up somewhere. Someone didn't train you for a whole day and invite you to ride in her kick ass car, then suddenly ignore you for no reason.

"Does anyone else have emotional problems I should know about?"

"Punzie will cry if you squish a bug in front of her."

Hiccup snorted and continued down the hallway. It was weird, how close he suddenly felt towards Jack. It'd been awhile he had any true friends. While it was weird and different, it was a nice feeling.

A few minutes later, Hiccup flipped on the light to his room. He let out a loud gasp and Jack gave him a nudge.

"Nice man! Wiz must have been busy!"

Hanging on the hook, was black fabric. Red was visible in the mix and Hiccup felt himself grinning. His super suit was finally done.

"Oh my God. I wanna try it out," he exclaimed, dropping the box on the bed.

"Do it!" Jack pumped a fist in the air, dropping his box as well. "Dude, now its official!"

Suddenly, causing both boys to jump, a loud blaring wail erupted from the walls. The lights flashed and Hiccup was reminded of fire drills in high school. Jack punched Hiccup's shoulder and jumped back by the door, frost already emitting from his fingertips.

"Suit up!" he yelled. "Time for you to see some action!"

Hiccup's stomach fell and he looked back to the super suit. Now it was time to see what being a super was all about.

"Bomb alert in Pittsburgh. Some whack job strapped civilians with explosives in a skyscraper."

"How many?"

"Civilians? At least twenty."

"No way they're working alone."

"No conformation on number of suspects. Most likely armed."

"Powers?"

"None. Human."

The sounds of several sets of feet echoed through the hallway as they all rushed to the garage. Hiccup tried not to stare at the group of people around him, but it was difficult. They all looked so impressive.

Punzie's small dress and leggings were bright and bubbly, but the determination and seriousness in her eyes was something Hiccup hadn't seen in person before. It was almost scary. Jack carried a long staff with him. It was brown, unlike the bright, shiny blue of his suit. He mentioned it helped control the ice flow and accuracy when hitting targets. They could practically hear the electricity emitting off Ruff. Every light she walked by flickered. The black and white covering her body matched Tuff's, who kept changing his skin into different elements. Snotlout was flexing as he stomped, his orange suit tight over his overly large muscles, but Astrid was the one who walked with the most confidence; her gray pants and gun holster hanging off her hip, shirt tight on her torso, and blonde braid swinging behind her.

They were the most incredible, intimidating, people Hiccup ever met and he was one of them.

His suit was black, just like his mask, but had a thick lines of red down his arms and a red 'V' across his chest. His torso was tight against the fabric, but thankfully his pants weren't tight. They were cargo styled like Astrid's.

Wiz's voice buzzed in his ear from the small device they'd shoved in. Hiccup was relieved he wouldn't be completely alone during his first super experience.

"No jet," Astrid said, as they entered the garage. "We're close enough. Drive fast everyone."

"And kick some ass!" Snotlout yelled.

"That too."

The garage door opened as everyone rushed into cars and Hiccup was momentarily stopped, wondering which one to jump into.

"Test drive those wings, reptile boy!" Tuff yelled, slamming his door shut.

"Make a grand entrance!" Ruff exclaimed, pumping a fist in the air.

Jack gave him a reassuring nod, before Hiccup ran out of the garage. He could hear the roaring of the cars starting up behind him as he ran. Focusing, he remembered what his body did; how his muscles stretched, how his shoulder blades detached, the heat racing up his spine…

As the cars raced past him on either side, Hiccup exploded. It happened in a matter of seconds and wasn't nearly as painful as the past times. His large, leathery wings caught the air and lifted his body off the ground. With one beat, he was with the cars, racing above them.

Hiccup could feel it. He felt the rush of air that his wings pounded against, he could feel the fire in his throat, and he felt excitement in his bones, powering the claws protruding from his appendages. His tail whipped in the wind and his lip pulled back over his pointed teeth. He could feel the power in him; the strength fueled by that one moment of fury. Honestly, Hiccup felt pretty badass.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Hiccup knew his super name. It might have been glancing down at his black scales that triggered it or remembering the first time he phased. Whatever the reason was, he gave a loud roar into the sky.

He was Night Fury.

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