AN: Hi, I'm back with my next update. I would have put it up sooner but I was busy revising for a chemistry test. Anyway, don't own anything yadda yadda... Also this chap is mostly dialogue again, sorry J

Also I forgot to say that this is set after season 4 of Heroes but Claire never jumped and revealed her powers and Sylar didn't kill Nathan in this story.

Enjoy J

Warnings: A swear word or two, but nothing major

Chapter 3

Megan stood in front of Stark tower, staring up at the overly tall and showy building that jutted into the Manhattan skyline like an ugly woman wearing overly tall high heels in a crowd. She snorted, unimpressed, she glanced at her watch. 1:13pm. She was already 13 minutes late so why should she rush, it's not like she needed the money so if they decided to dock her wages she didn't really give a rats ass, but she really didn't want to lose this job. With a heavy sigh she cracked her knuckles and walked up to the door, tapping in the security code Agent Hills had given her before she came here and went inside.

Director Fury paced alongside one of the glass walls, watching all of the already restless avengers carefully, but one more than the others. Loki. The cause of all their problems last year had returned with Thor, both having claimed that he had changed, that he had seen sense, but for some reason Fury highly doubted it. He was making Fury very uneasy, which was a rare thing to achieve, but what was putting him more on edge was that Agent Petrelli was late. Her timekeeping skills had always been questionable, but today he had hoped that for once she would take her job seriously. It was obviously wishful thinking. Stark was idly tapping away at something on his tablet, frowning slightly down at the screen; the Captain was sitting on one of the sofas, taking part in very small talk with Romanoff and Barton, who were sitting closer than was considered normal, Thor and Loki were sitting side by side, occasionally glancing at one another, and Bruce just sat off to the side, cradling a cup of lukewarm coffee in his hands carefully. The elevator door opened and a pretty cold looking Agent Petrelli waltzed into the spacious room, long brown hair tied back off her face in a tight plait which made her chocolate eyes stand out clearly against her pale skin. You would never be able to tell that she had been abroad just a week ago. Everyone turned toward her and she gave them a dazzling smile

"If I knew there was going to be an audience, I would've made a much grander entry."

Fury glared at her

"You're nearly 20 minutes late."

Her grin only grew as she glanced at her watch

"I'm exactly 17 minutes and 34 seconds late."

"Why is that?"

"I have this wonderful thing called a life."

"If you want to keep it I suggest you aren't late again."

"Can't promise anything there, boss man."

"I don't want to break up what seems like such a happy reunion but I thought we were here for a reason."

They both looked at Steve, who was the one who had spoken

"Quite right, Captain"

Petrelli said, all the while smirking at Fury. All earlier fear of him having magically disappeared within a mere few hours, she waved her hand wildly around, motioning for him to explain. He grunted, clearly he would have to deal with her later

"I have called you all here because we once again face a national threat."

"We never would have guessed."

Petrelli rolled her eyes as she spoke

"Sit down Agent Petrelli, and quit it with the commentary!"

She sighed and dramatically flopped down into the empty space beside Thor, giving him a small smile and a nod of the head

"Anyway as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, we face a national threat that will need all of your, talents, to resolve."

"It is probably nothing that can't be resolved with a little shooting and violence Fury."

Fury stared at Stark, dark eyes very close to murderous

"Or maybe not."

Fury dropped a file that nobody had noticed he had holding onto the kidney shaped coffee table in front of them. He gestured for the Captain to pick it up, he did. He opened it with a caution that caused both Stark and Petrelli to roll their eyes, but once he had it open and was reading it, his brow started getting a deeper and deeper crease in it

"Samuel Sullivan" Petrelli looked up at the name, where had she heard it? "He doesn't look dangerous."

"That's the thing, he may not look it but he is a very dangerous man."

"It says here serial killer."

"It's the only word that could really describe him other than psychopath."

"What's so special about him?"

"He's a terrakinetic."

"Which means?" Stark piped up, but Petrelli cut in before Fury

"It means that he can manipulate the land, Terra meaning Earth or land and Kinetic meaning movement, but I thought that they didn't exist."

"Well they do, just like a Telekinetic does."

They shared a look and she shrugged

"Ok, keep reading."

"I'm sorry but who are you?"

Steve said looking at her, she opened her mouth but was cut off, it seemed

to be becoming a pattern between Fury and her

"This is Agent Megan Petrelli; she is your new supervisory Agent."

"No offence but aren't you a bit young?"

Her eyebrow flew high on her forehead

"How old do I look to you?"
He scrutinised her face, making her feel slightly uncomfortable

"24 at the most."

She let out a small incredulous laugh

"Thanks for the compliment, but your 6 years out."

"Can we get back to the point?" Fury barked "Agent Petrelli, if you can't pay attention to this then leave, but if you can be quiet!"

She held her hands up in surrender and Fury cleared his throat

"Right, Sullivan escaped a maximum security unit in 'the Company' 3 months ago with the aid of a still unknown partner. S.H.I.E.L.D wants you to track Sullivan and his partner down and stop them at any cost. I have a feeling that whatever they are planning isn't going to be good."

They all nod in grim agreement

"Right, I will leave you to it. Try and get a solid location on Sullivan, preferably by the end of the week."

Fury started to leave

"Wait, you're leaving me here?"

Petrelli shouted at Fury's retreating leather clad back, he barely slowed down as he replied

"I'm sure you can handle it."

The doors of the elevators closed behind him. Petrelli grumbled quietly to herself, her head falling back against the back of the couch as she laced her fingers together on her lap. She suddenly realised something

"I don't know your names."

They all looked at her, shocked

"You didn't read our files?"

Stark asked and her eyes widened

"God no! Well sorta, I skimmed through them."

"you know the Captain pretty well."

"Only cause my Brother used to idolize him." She leaned closer to Steve "He used to collect the comics and cards"

Steve blushed slightly and looked down at his hands

"Well I'm Tony Stark, you've probably heard of me."

"Unfortunately..." she whispered but Tony didn't seem to hear her

"You already know the Cap, then there's Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Dr. Bruce Banner, Thor and...Loki."

They all shook her hand as she offered it, Bruce a bit hesitant to do so but he did in the end. She offered it to Loki, who stared at it as if it were going to bite him

"I promise you, I'm not diseased."

She said with a chuckle. Thor nodded at him and he gently shook her hand, as if he was uncertain what it meant. He gave her a small, slightly forced smile and she took as a good thing anyway

"Right, now that's over and done with, let's get to work and find the stupid son of a bitch that decided it was a good idea to mess with the avengers!"

AN: Yeah, so thanks for reading, please Read and Review - Shadow-walker135