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Thank you so much for the response so far! I'm posting on AO3 and fanfiction, so I've got two different versions. For my fanfiction readers- thanks to everyone who followed/saved/favorite or just read so far! No reviews there, but I'm guessing with so many follows and favorites it was liked? For my AO3 readers- thank you to everyone who reviewed and kudo(ed) so far! I loved hearing from all of you and made me spit out this chapter days before I planned to!
So don't expect daily updates, I was very excited over the reaction I got for this story so far, and decided to go ahead and write this. It's a lot of set up with a nice action at the end so tie it together. You get to meet your main characters here and learn who they are and what they do, so I hope you enjoy it!
I am Agent Kurt Hummel, codename Shadow.
I just received a new mission, unlike any I've ever done before.
I'm not sure how this is going to go, but Captain America and the Iron Man asked me to do it, and who am I to refuse?
Now I just have to meet their son, without him finding out what I am actually there for. Not to mention find whoever it is that is threatening his life while taking classes and doing homework.
Why did I think this was going to be a simple mission?
Location: Dalton Academy, Westerville, Ohio
Time: 1300 hours, January 3rd
Mission: Locate and befriend Blaine Anderson
Getting into Dalton was a lot easier than even SHIELD had predicted. The school was known for its high level of academic achievement as well as hosting some of the most well-known politicians, lawyers, CEOs, and even superhero's children. A couple fake credentials, elevating test scores (which were actually his, Kurt was happy to report) and an impassioned speech towards the Dean about how his old school had left him traumatized and unable to perform at the level they knew he was capable at, and Kurt was once again a high school student.
Complete with a list of classes and a pile of make-up work that was promised to be sent to him by the end of the day.
Kurt made a face at the thought of all the homework he would once again be forced to do, relieved to know that at least this time it wouldn't count towards his future, but knowing that he had to complete the work or risk being expelled from the elite school. And if he was expelled, he couldn't protect Anderson, failing his mission. Which would not happen.
The spy took a moment to collect his thoughts before moving towards the dorm he would be living in. SHIELD had hacked into the systems before the meeting, ensuring that Kurt would be placing not only in the same dorm as Anderson, but across the hall in his own room. The only problem was, they neglected to give Kurt a map, insisting that he look like a new student, and now he was completely lost on the new campus.
Flurries of students raced past him, chatting excitingly as the drug Kurt in their midst towards their location. Kurt rolled his eyes before allowing himself to be caught up in their activity, figuring if he was lost, he might was well see what all the fuss was about. He followed them down the stairs before reaching out to touch a student's shoulder.
"Excuse me? Can I ask you a question? I'm new here…" Kurt trailed off as the student turned, revealing himself to be the boy that the spy needed to befriend. The raven haired boy smiled and offered his hand.
"I'm Blaine," Kurt was sure that the pictures he had been shown had been photo shopped, they had not done the boy justice at all. He was absolutely stunning.
"Kurt," He replied, taking his target's hand. 'He's underage, and your mission. Don't even think about it!' he mentally yelled at himself as he forced himself to look away, "So, what exactly is going on?"
"The Warblers! Every now and then we throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down a bit," Blaine answered, looking like an excited puppy. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"Your glee club is cool here?" He asked, astonished. When he had been in school, glee club was the lowest of the lows. Everyone hated them.
"The Warblers are like rock stars!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling at Kurt's hand, making him realize they were still holding hands, "Come on, I know a shortcut," he began to drag Kurt down the hall, surprising the spy.
'Maybe getting to know him will be easier than I thought,' he thought as they entered a room and Blaine walked away to begin singing.
Location: On campus coffee house
Time: shortly after the Warbler's performance
"So, what can you do?" Blaine demanded, pushing the coffee towards Kurt. Kurt tilted his head at the boy.
"I'm sorry?" He offered, taking a drink and inwardly rejoicing at the delicious taste.
"Your power. You're like us. So what is it, invisibility, super strength, telepathy, what?" Kurt spat out his drink, staring at the boy who wasn't supposed to know any of this.
"How…" Kurt stammered, looking around nervously. Two other boys joined them, one Asian and the other dark skinned.
"He tends to creep people out doing this. It's one of his powers. Blainers can sense power, but not what it is. It's how he figured us out too," The dark skinned boy offered, extending a hand, "I'm David and this is Wes."
Kurt hesitantly accepted the hand with a murmur of "Kurt" before leaning back in his chair. He took a good look at the three boys in front of him before cursing his luck. He knew exactly who they were, and his mission was about to become seriously compromised.
David was the spitting image of Falcon, a friend who had helped Captain America during one of his last missions before he retired. Wes, while looking nothing like his father or mother, was the one and only son of Thor, who hated Kurt with a passion. They had met once about a year back and the spy had narrowly escaped with his life. If Thor found out he was here and near his son, Kurt shuddered to think of the ramifications.
The brunette realized his luck was about to get even worse as three others approached the table, one blonde, one brunette and the other black haired. He recognized the brunette from the pictures on the SHIELD file. Thad, he believed was his name, was the son of the one and only Hulk, and had inherited the curse from his father. The black haired one was Nick, son of Hawkeye, one of the original Avengers, but not particularly concerning. He didn't recognize the blonde, but after meeting the other children of the superheroes; he was willing to bet he would be just as dangerous.
"Oh, these are our friends, they're like us too. That's Thad, Nick is over there, and the blonde is Jeff. So, you going to tell us yet?" Blaine asked quickly, flashing a dazzling smile at Kurt.
'What the hell,' the spy thought, looking at the group, 'my covers nearly blown anyway. Not like this will make it worse'.
"Telekinesis," He answered, choosing to only reveal one power. Blaine's smile grew even wider.
"That's awesome. I can control energy. Let's see, David has super strength, Jeff can turn intangible, Nick can hit any target anywhere, seriously, he never misses. Wes and Thad, well, they are a little different," Blaine trailed off, looking hesitantly at them.
"It's ok. If he's like us, he might as well know. My dad, he's Bruce Banner. You've heard of him, or at least part of him, the Hulk? He didn't mean to, he thought he had it figured out, but I inherited it. Dad felt so bad after, he's always trying to make up for it, but it's not like it's his fault. It just happened," Thad explained quietly, shrugging his shoulders. Kurt felt a pang of sympathy for the boy.
He had read the file, a long time ago, during his training. When Banner had accidently impregnated a woman, he had researched day and night to ensure that the curse would not be passed on. He created a serum that had tested positive to correcting the change in its early stages. By the time he had been able to give it to his son, it had been too late. Instead, the serum brought out the "other guy" and killed the mother during the birth. Thad was a highly classified super, only a few knew of his existence and those that did were sworn to watch and help or put him down if worse came to worse.
"I am not from here. I come from a land called Asgard, where my grandfather is Odin, lord of Asgard and my father is Thor, guardian of Asgard and all of its realms as well as its future leader. My mother is human; she was the one that wanted me to be sent here to learn to live with the humans. One day I will return home and rule alongside my father as a guardian of the realms," Wes announced, resting a fist over his heart. Kurt swallowed hard, nodding his agreement.
"Wes inherited his abilities from his father, like him he can control lightning, he even has his own hammer. He's a little intense, but you'll get used to it," Blaine offered gently, seeing the disconcerting look on Kurt's face.
Kurt merely nodded, hoping the conversation would change course soon. He wasn't ready to deal with the backlash that came from being near one of Thor's bloodline. Despite SHIELD's peacefully existence with Asgard, he was not one that was welcome near it.
"So where are you going to be staying?" David asked, seeking to relieve the tension at the table.
"Umm, dorm Clarke," Kurt said, double checking his instructions. The grins that greeted him at that statement made him more than a little nervous.
Location: Dorm Clark
Time: 1500 hours
It turned out, all of the supers that he had just met lived in the same dorm. And on the same floor. With no-one else on that floor.
"We each have our own room, plus the shared common space and the kitchen. There's bathrooms in each dorm, so you don't have to worry about that. I'm surprised you're here. They are usually pretty picky about who goes where, we are only put together because of who we are and who are parents are. I'm sorry, I didn't even ask, are your parents, you know, like ours?" Blaine rambled as he lead Kurt towards his new room.
"No, they don't have any powers. They are as normal as they come," Kurt answered easily, thinking about his dad. His poor dad barely knew how to deal with Kurt's powers, having powers himself might have set him off the edge.
"So what do they do then?" Blaine persisted as he opened the door for Kurt, leading him into the enormous dorm room. A four poster bed was in the middle, against the back wall. A window that spanned the entire wall was opposite it, overlooking the ground and showing some of the woods behind it. A brown leather couch with an arm chair and loveseat were circled around a 40 inch flat screen with a white rug and coffee table between it. To the right Kurt could see a little of the bathroom, which appeared as impressive as the room itself.
"Wow..." He gasped, looking around. Blaine took a quick look and shrugged.
"Ya, they are nice. Guess we are just used to everything being like this," He responded, flopping down onto the couch, "I take it as you're not?"
"I'm here on a scholarship. My dad owns a garage. My mom's dead," The brunette answered shortly, moving to start unpacking. Blaine shifted uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry…"
"It was a long time ago. I think I'm going to unpack and relax a little," Kurt answered, turning away from the handsome boy.
"Sure. Maybe we can meet for dinner? I can come get you before we go?" Blaine offered timidly. Kurt forced himself to take a breath before sending a small smile at Blaine.
"I would like that," He agreed. Blaine grinned before bouncing out the door. Kurt watched the door close before flopping back on the bed.
"Shit".
Location: Dalton Grounds
Time: 2300 hours
Despite the awkward meeting and even more awkward dinner that followed, Kurt and Blaine were already becoming friends. It was concerning to Kurt, who had never truly had a friend before, how quickly they had found common ground and shared interest. After dinner, they had spent some time together in Blaine's room, chatting about everything they could think of. Of course, when Blaine had gone out of the room for snacks, Kurt had bugged the room.
He tried not to feel guilty about it; after all, he was here for a job. And Blaine wasn't going to let him in his room with him every second of the day. So he had to keep an eye on him somehow.
Which lead him to his current location.
While they had been talking in Blaine's room, Kurt had noticed a figure standing outside, watching them. It was too far away to tell who it was, but as soon as he was able, the spy had turned to his Shadow persona, leaving out the window and moving stealthy across the grounds to where he had seen the figure.
When he reached the location, it was empty. Shadow looked along the ground for clues, searching for anything that would show that another was there. He turned his back, looking towards Blaine's window, wondering if he had made a mistake and was in the wrong spot.
A sharp blow hit him just below the back of the neck, sending the spy to the ground. He quickly rolled to the side and jumped to his feet, facing the attacker. He could see the attacker was only a little taller than he was; thin and muscular with a black full-face mask covering him. He wore black, tight fitting clothing and from where he was standing Kurt could see two guns and a knife.
Not that that was concerning, considering Kurt had two guns as well, plus his Sai swords.
The two circled each other, neither speaking, each looking for the other's weakness. Kurt was relieved that he had thought to put on his own mask before leaving the dorms, not wanting his identity revealed. The attacker drew his gun, shooting at Kurt. Kurt jumped aside before launching a attack at the other person.
The attacker dropped the gun at the first blow before exchanging blows with Kurt. Back and forth they fought, punch to punch, kick to kick. Kurt caught him on the side of the head with a roundhouse, only to find himself on the ground a moment later as he took a punch to the stomach. The attacker kicked him several times in the stomach before Kurt used his power to shove him away. He pinned the attacker to a tree before approaching.
"Who are you?" He demanded, pulling in Sai and holding it to the other person's throat. He smirked at Kurt.
"Looks like you'll have to wait to find out," He responded before disappearing with a small pop.
Kurt swore, looking over the now empty field. This was even worse than he had imagined. If the attacker could teleport, then he could be in Blaine's room any time he wanted.
Not to mention the fight had re-opened his still healing wounds, weakening him.
Kurt began to limp back towards the dorm, one thought racing through his mind.
'He's as good as I am, and I'm injured. How am I supposed to protect Blaine?'
Soo, any thoughts? This was mostly a set-up chapter, the real fun is about to begin. If you have a second, please review and let me know what you think so far?