It was a rocky takeoff but once the Cimmerian caught a stream line current the jet smoothly glided on the winds which allowed the members of Shadow squadron to train and go over the mission overview. Not a single cloud blocked their view of the landscape below them but no one looking up would see their jet.

Peter sat cross legged with White Fang in the simulator room, which was currently mimicking a small tipi of the Alaskan outlands. Fang was sifting mixed coloured crystalized powders over the flames creating red smoke between them. "This was a ritual my people practiced over 100 years ago, it's meant to draw out your inner spirit" Fang explained. More smoke rose from the flames filling Peters lungs with every breath he took "that's it breathe deep let everything go free" Fang coaxed.

"I feel like an idiot sitting here breathing in red smoke, it's like sitting at surfer table at midtown and my legs are killing me why do we have to sit like this?" Peter complained before stretching his now sore legs "damn that kills"

"if it hurts that much why were you sitting cross legged?" Fang curiously asked.

Peter quirked an eyebrow at Fang as he continued to massage his legs attempting sooth the feeling of a thousand pins and needles stabbing in his legs "you said to sit on the floor by the fire" he replied,

"yes but I didn't say sit like a kinder Gardner" Fang chuckled "but seriously sit down and shut up we're not done" he asserted.

Peter did as Fang instructed and sat back down closing his eyes, only the sound of the simulated fire could be heard behind them "block out the sounds of the world, focus only on what's inside you" Fangs voice was becoming distant almost like Peter was traveling through a long tunnel. The tipi filled with the red smoke from the fire before the flames suddenly snuffed out. "this is different" Fang exclaimed examining the darkness that surrounded them "especially considering this was a simulator"

Peter took another deep breath taking in more of the red smoke, his body became limp and relaxed his breathing seemed to stop. Taken back by this new development Fang crept closer to examine Peter's state. they were only a few inches apart when Peters eyes snapped open revealing a pair of reddish orange eyes "it worked" Fang smirked "there you go fox" Fang rose to feet and the hair on the back of his neck jumped up. It was a creepy predatorily feeling, a low grumbling hissing sound emerged from the shadows. Fang slowly turned around but there was nothing behind him, the hissing sounded again…this time Fang looked up to the roof… "AAAHHH! WHAT THE HELL!" he screamed falling over the fire pit. There, perched on the roof was a massive hairy ugly green glowing spider his heart skipped several beats and his bladder suddenly felt strained "end session! End session! Vexi end the damn session!" Fang cried out. The spider leapt from the shadows pincers and fangs brandishing as it rained down on him, Fang quickly brought his arms to his face to protect himself his heart was racing with fear…

"enough!"

The spider disappeared the tipi was once again the default simulator room and Peter was on his feet. His eyes were still the same blood red they were after inhaling the red smoke. Fang was still cowering on the ground, even after the lights kicked on, Peter's eyes slowly reverted back to their blue shade "what…what just happened?" he groaned rubbing his strangely sore eyes "Fang is this normal?"

"normal?" Fang gasped "I was just attacked by a giant spider spirit what's normal about that?"

After blankly blinking Peter stayed quiet for several seconds "oh you're serious I would've thought something like this was common in something called summoning spirit" he retorted.

"smartass" Fang scoffed "lets call it a day we'll be landing soon" and with that Fang left the room to prepare.

He returned to the armoury only to find Fox lazily spinning on one of the desk chairs rolling a throwing knife on his fingers before throwing it dead centre of a dart board and focusing on Fang, "well did the sage stone take effect?" he bluntly asked.

"actually it did and holy crap! Fox his eyes freaking changed color…how much anger is in this guy?"

"how long?" Fox pressed on ignoring Foxes worried outburst.

"Peter will soon succumb to his desire for revenge within 48 hours just fast enough to be ready to deal with the Algerian senator" Fang replied "hey boss what's the deal with this mission anyways? Who's issuing the contract?"

Fox quickly hopped onto his feet and pulled his knife from the dart board "Eric when my decisions become your business I will inform you but until then just do what I tell you" Fox ordered "Did Fisk return my call yet?"

"yes sir he'll be at the summit as will Melvin with your requested order"

Meanwhile back in New York.

White Tiger and the rest of the team had just captured Leaper after he tried robbing a jewelry store. They left his unconscious body laying on the step in front of the police station. "so webs is out of town and suddenly we're down sized to B-listers?" he complained.

"ah man Nova webs has been gone for less than a day and you're already bitching?" Powerman groaned disappointed with his teammates souring attitude "Nova he has the chance to find out about his parents any of us would have gone off to…hell I nearly dismantled a mission to retrieve zodiacs key to save my folks, Fist just left in the dead of night to return home, Tiger nearly killed us just for practice against Kraven and you nearly left us to go back to the guardians…"

"Spider-man is the only one of us who hasn't found his inner peace Nova" IronFist interjected "his uncles death will forever weigh heavy on him but the death of his parents is something that has disrupted him all his life… I am in support of our friend finding his answers" he finished.

"as are we" Tiger and Powerman agreed together.

"I am too guys but it just seems unfair that he leaves and we get demoted, did you guys even know there was a bravo squad?"

Nova was never very good at hiding his disapproval but this, being sidelined seemed to be upsetting him almost as much as being passed over for team leader. There was no question the team wasn't exactly happy with Fury's choice even if they supported Peters absence. Tiger leapt from the buildings edge back flipping down to the next roof top with the others behind her when she abruptly stopped before the next edge. Agent Coulson was poking around a rundown warehouse, alone.

The young heroes crouched down and watched their handler approach the warehouse door constantly checking over his shoulders. "What's Coulson doing out here?" Nova asked,

"shh! Keep it down bucket head" Tiger hissed. She was curious herself of Coulson's excursion but if Nova didn't keep quiet they would be spotted. They watched silently as Coulson opened the electrical panel box and placed his hand inside. A loud clanking and gear grinding noise rumbled from within Warehouse and a small side door opened shinning a blue light on the ground as Coulson stepped into the elevator and descended below the surface "now!" Tiger commanded with cat like agility she jumped to the fire escape and raced for the elevator opening with her teammate trailing behind her. The door was closing quickly "Nova stop that door!" she ordered.

"who died and made you team leader?" Nova replied as he sped forward to the doors "this going to be close" Nova crashed into solid metal, the door closed just before he reached it.

"damn it so close" Powerman sighed.

Coulson descended down into a sub level of the warehouse where a shiny brand new black jet resembling Foxes Cimmerian was docked "Vulcan run full search on Shadow Squadron files" he spoke to the open space around him.

"full files search on Shadow Squadron commencing Capitan Coulson would you like to search Triskilion files to?" asked an automated voice from the surrounding speakers. Coulson contemplated the computers request, the Triskilion files were stolen years ago both physical and digital copies were taken only a few weeks before the team was attacked.

"yes, Vulcan access Triskilion files as well" he responded. The computer began routing all information it could find to Coulson's screen while he toured around the jet letting his fingers gently travel along the smooth body. The feeling was so familiar yet foreign to his fingers, familiar in that the design and equipment were similar to the original design but foreign because this jet didn't carry his memories.

Time passed as Coulson continued to walk around the jet; flashes of the past would occasionally arise in certain rooms.

{Richard and Griffon sat in the lounge playing checkers intensely focused when Richard played a move where he jumped 5 of Griffons pieces ending in being kinged. Griffon looked from the board and back to Richard "5 years playing together and you still somehow pull a win out of thin air?" she angrily stated "you're an ass Parker"

A younger ponytailed agent Coulson sat laughing from his chair he knew what was coming as did the entire team…Griffon jumped from her seat tackling Richard to the floor repeatedly striking his chest}

Solemnly Coulson returned to the cockpit and sat in the pilots seat taking the controls in his hands even they were remade the exact same way. "why are you back Mason after all these years…what were you doing all this time?" he inaudibly asked thinking out loud.

"Captain Coulson files retrieved from S.H.I.E.L.D data base and Triskilion archive download complete" echoed the automated voice.

"thank you Vulcan, bring all files on screen"

The screen began displaying images of computer folders and Shadow Squadron team members "Agent Griffon, Alicia: team tactician hails Staten Island New York City-Deceased june 4 1995, GSW to the head.

Agent Richard "the lion Heart" Parker: strike operative, insertion/extraction specialist hails forest Hills New York city- deceased June 4 1995, aircraft explosion.

Agent Mason "the Shadow Fox" Traverse: strike operative/ intel specialist hails Riverhead New York City- M.I.A (R.E.D) Inactive

Agent Philip "ponytail" Coulson: team leader, combat specialist, linguist translator, hails Washington D.C Washington state- Active young heroes handler"

"Triskilion headquarters security footage May 15th 1995"

Coulson sat and watched a recording of 4 assailants dressed in black slide down rope into the Triskilion halls then execute 6 armed agents. His eyes studied the recordings, every twitch every step he analysed and studied, the assailants clearly knew what they were after as they B-lined straight for the department of records room.

Once inside the assailants walked right towards the unmarked cabinet, which Coulson knew housed every record of Shadow Squadron, 2 men guarded the door as the others filled bags with the files. The thieves had their target and set incendiary explosives to the records room destroying everything.

"Vulcan this is all evidence I've seen before are there any new records in the data base?" Coulson inquired

"Negative Captain Coulson, no new files were added to the database all Shadow Squadron related files were sealed by special chief agent Rheinholt Kragov" the automated voice replied. Coulson rested his chin on his thumb and pondered on the name, Chief Kragov, he knew that name from somewhere but wasn't sure where.

Fang has exposed Peter to sage stones, stones that relate to his anger what did they do?

fox has a meeting with Fisk in Germany and plans to have Peter deal with the Algerian ambassador.

Coulson has another jet similar to the Cimmerian and searching databanks of his past