CHAPTER ONE:
Disclaimer- Nope. Don't own Agents of Shield, Marvel, Doctor Who or anything else really, so. Sorry?
Quick Note: Thanks for clicking on this story! First of all, I'd like to point out I haven't watched much of Shield. I'm more into Avengers/Marvel, But I did watch a good part of the first season, so no characters/developments from the later seasons will be used. All characters are functioning and on Shields side, and in this world will never not be. It opens with Shield, but really will focus on the Avengers characters.
Shield characters will be showing up, no crossover romance, guarantee no Doctor (References though).
This isn't any crazy mary-sue fanfic hopefully. This will just be me writing a story I think is a good idea. And I can't promise I'll keep Torchwood out. (But with Ianto, Owen and Tosh if it comes to that)
Basically just a major BBC-Marvel Mashup.
There will be no other long intros like this, this is simply my welcome to the story intro.
CHAPTER ONE:
"Welcome to level eight" was a Coulson's big moment, considering most agents think the highest level is level seven. But there's actually a level nine. And ten, but we don't speak about level ten.
If one were to hack into level nine security files, they might find information that other agents only regard as myth and legends.
Things like Xavier's school, files on Aliens and planet's unheard of, hero's in other cities, stuff that normally wouldn't be heard of. But it's Shield, so they meddled in it.
And there's a name, with little information, and all it says is 'Agent: Badwolf'.
Agent Badwolf is a myth, a legend, but when working with gods and mutants and billionaires, one must always consider the possibility.
Which is when Skye finally, finally, was able to hack through into level nine, and saw the name listed, she was just barely able to stop herself from screeching like a child and calling everyone out to see what she'd found. If she did that, she'd get in trouble.
So she remained silent, and clicked on the name.
A page was brought up, with very little information. Agent Badwolf was a registered agent, official, still alive, but not for deployment…
Nothing else. Very hush-hush even for the level nines.
"What are you doing?" May said, passing through the room, her voice monotone.
Skye expertly covered everything up, backing out of the system and bringing up facebook.
"Just browsing." She said casually, and May didn't reply.
The moment the older Agent left the room, she burst into a grin and tried to decide who on earth she could tell.
With no imminent alien attacks, what would have been the Avenger's turned into a boring sunday evening with six grown adults sitting around a rather large tower.
After the battle of New York, they'd been hyped up. forming the Avengers tower, planning everything out, being super, over the top prepared, and then nothing. Nothing had happened.
And when you've got two genius's, two who understand nothing of this era, and one's an alien, and two master assassins, generally nothing happening means something bad is happening domestically.
Pepper was sick of cleaning up broken glass and treating sprained limbs and torn muscles.
And for future reference, no, Tony can not build a successful teleporter. It will end with a broken rabbit. (R.I.P. Mr. Honey)
"Where's my bow?"
"I'm upgrading it!"
"No you are not! You know what happened last time!"
Pepper slammed her head against the wall.
Then her phone rang.
Glad for the distraction from the imminent fight, she stepped out of the main room and into the hallway, bringing the phone to her ear.
"Oh, Phil!" She said happily, glad to hear the sane voice from the other end.
"We have need for the Avengers."
"Oh, thank god!-well, I mean, if you need them clearly it's a horrible situation, and should not be enjoyed, but they're just so annoying!" Pepper stammered, glad to have what was essentially five man-children and the girl Pepper never spoke to out of fear out of the tower for a while.
"It's okay Pepper. Can you tell Tony? He know's where to find the Helicarrier, we're sending coordinates to JARVIS now."
"Right away, yes." Pepper confirmed.
"Thanks- And don't worry this isn't anything too… Terrible, or city-destroying."
"Okay."
Pepper hung up and stepped back inside, and the first thing she processed was Tony pinned by an arrow through his shirt, stuck to the wall.
"Avengers!" She shouted, as loud as possible, "Suit up!"
Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint and Natasha were led like cattle through the Helicarrier hallway's by Maria Hill. She suddenly turned around and beckoned to a door, The Avenger filed into the room, that was, while large, small and dark.
Director Fury said at one end of a desk, with Coulson on his right and a blonde girl on his left. Six chairs sat in front of them.
"Avengers, take a seat."
They did.
'What are we here for Odin?" Tony asked, leaning back.
"My father is not present." Thor corrected. Tony looked up at the taller man with disappointment.
"Eye-Patch puns aside." Fury growled. "I'd like to begin."
"That seems smart, Director. Tell us why we're here." Bruce pressed, eager to get the situation over with.
"For a long time, Shield has dealt with aliens and monsters of all kinds, but there are some things not even we can understand. Something that involve time travel. And unkillable monsters."
"You're freaking us out here Fury get on with it." Tony said monotonously, clearly not freaked out.
"This Agent beside me is our leading lady in these time travelling matters, and we've recently been given reports that we've got a… problem, on our hands." Fury offered.
"Okay, you're mysterious. Get to the point." Tony snapped. The other Avengers nodded agreement.
"What have you heard of the Weeping Angels?" The blonde girl asked in an english accent.
Clint hit Natasha several times in the arm, his eyes widening.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, That's Agent Badwolf."
Natasha didn't hit back.
Please tell me what I can improve on? Things you think should happen? Who you want to see more of? Other shows I should throw in there?