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March 15th 2015

S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier

New York City Airspace

Colonel Nicholas Fury, the commander of SHIELD glanced about his office on the recently completed helicarrier. The vehicle itself was an architectural marvel that he, as a former construction worker, could easily appreciate. The helicarrier was pioneered by the shared genius of Winifred Burkle and Gene Rainey. Fury still thought those two made a disgustingly cute, if slightly disturbing couple. Certainly their brains had been a boon to him at SHIELD.

Nick Fury was an enigma among his own people, barring a paltry few. He had not existed in official records until 2003, when he and the group that would be called the Howling Commandos had stormed into Africa to rescue a slayer that had been captured by a local warlord. No one had really understood what drove Fury to recover Buffy Summers quite so forcefully. Suffice it to say they knew better now.

A brisk knock at the door of his office signaled a temporary stop in Nick's musings. "Come in, Dum Dum."

Andrew Wells walked into the office, offering a mild glare at his superior officer. Wells was one of the few who knew about Fury's past life and lived to keep his mouth shut about it. Wells did not deign to remark on Fury's derogatory nickname. He had only complained the once. Nick's reply that Andrew's moustache made him look like an idiot had shut the younger man up permanently. Despite that, though, Andrew still refused to shave it. Fury still wasn't sure whether to be impressed or disgusted. "Reports are in on the Alkali Lake incident, Boss."

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose in silent frustration. Alkali Lake was a headache that the fledgling organisation did not need. The President of the United States wanted answers about that fiasco and Fury had few good ones. At least the blame for it wasn't really his to bear. The Weapon X Initiative, which had caused such monsters as Sabretooth and ADAM to be loosed on the world, had been a fiasco of epic proportions. At least ADAM was long dead. Fury wasn't willing to count out Sabretooth until he got a chance to personally watch the creature beheaded. "What do we have so far, Andrew?"

Wells grimaced slightly. "It was Stryker again. He seems to have been behind it. The good news is that he bought the biscuit this time. We've recovered his body, among the many others."

Fury picked up one of his precious Cuban cigars and lit up. Buffy had once told him that he'd die of lung cancer or give it to Dawn. Nick had scoffed loudly at her and informed her that he and Dawn were going to die in battle, long before cancer was an issue. Besides, Fury never smoked around Dawn. He cared too much about her to risk her life for his bad habits. "We get anything from the computers?"

Here Andrew smiled a bit. Computers were his bread and butter. He might not have been the brilliant inventor that Warren had been, but Wells could make a computer dance to his tune with the best of them. "Including all records and security footage, Boss."

"What have we got, then?"

"Looks like a very unlikely partnership, Boss. We've got members of the X-men, members of the Brotherhood and even the mutant who attempted to assassinate the president…"

Fury's eyes widened. "What have we got on that guy?"

Wells smirked. He'd known the boss would be interested in that one. "Kurt Wagner is a German national, known to have been heavily involved in the Munich circus. He was adopted with no current info on his birth parents. We've got his DNA from Stryker's lab, but neither mother nor father are in any known database. Interesting fact is that one of his parents is of demonic origins…"

"A half-blood. Poor kid. Half-bloods are treated badly enough by both sides normally, mixing in a mutation would just make the problem crazier. Why did Stryker have the kid's DNA on file?"

Andrew smirked nastily. "You are gonna love this, Boss. This kid, Wagner, was a subject of Weapon X. Stryker used a mind-control drug he's been testing on the kid. You know what that means?"

Fury matched his junior officer smirk for smirk. "It means that we have Stryker and Weapon X down as orchestrating a hit on the president. Which means that we can finally close those bastards down for good. The Commander in Chief tends to look with a frown on people trying to kill him." Nick allowed his smirk to turn into a faint frown. "It also means that you better have made sure any records of that shit is destroyed, along with any and all samples of it. The last thing this planet needs is a product like that getting into the wrong hands."

Wells nodded an acknowledgement. "Don't worry about that, Boss. I saw to the destruction of the serum, and all records of how one might go about creating it, personally. All I left behind was that it existed and what it had been used for."

"Good initiative, Andrew. So what was the actual situation?"

"It seems Stryker managed to get a hold of Professor Charles Xavier and use his son's mental abilities to try to make Xavier kill all mutants worldwide."

Fury's lip curled. "God I'm glad that nutjob is dead. How do you explain the attack on non-mutants?"

"It was Lehnsherr, Boss. He…"

Fury winced. "Say no more, Andrew. I know all I need to know about dear old Uncle Erik. He saw an opportunity and he ran with it. I suppose it's too much to hope that the old man met his end too?"

Wells shrugged slightly. "Sorry, Boss. I'm afraid you'll have to settle for dancing on Stryker's grave."

The Colonel offered an eloquent snort in response. "You can count on that, Drew. Okay, inform the president about Stryker's involvement in the assassination attempt and get permission for us to close Weapon X down permanently. I'm tired of dealing with their crap."

Andrew nodded dutifully. "And Magneto, Sir?"

Nick chewed on his cigar for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. SHIELD employed the best and brightest, but they were still just normal humans. To deal with the likes of Magneto, they needed a team they could count on. The X-men were good, but they weren't loyal enough to the government for his tastes. He wanted a reliable group.

After a few moments inspiration struck him. Magneto was still fighting World War II. It seemed only appropriate to give the old man a response used in that same war. "Dum Dum, inform the President and the Secretary of Defence that I'd like to discuss reopening the Avengers Initiative."

Andrew offered another mild glare before offering his response. "As you command, oh Great Gazoo…"

March 20th 2015

Watchers' Council Local Base of Operations

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

"I need you Wills."

"He's my father, Xander. It doesn't matter that he didn't raise me. He's still my father."

"Please don't call me that Wills. I haven't been Xander in a long time."

"I'm sorry. I still don't understand why you changed it, Nick. What was so wrong with Xander?"

"I'd rather not talk about it, Willow. Besides, we have to talk about what's in front of us. You know that."

"You're asking me to set myself actively against my own father, Nick. I don't know if I can do that."

"Your father is becoming that which he despises most, Wills. Just a few weeks ago he tried to assassinate every ordinary human in the world. Do you know what that would have done?"

"That was only after somebody else tried to do the same exact thing to mutants."

"So two wrongs make a right? Shall we slaughter all the non-Jews in Germany to make up for the slaughter of the Jews there in the forties?"

"That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Damn it, Wills! We've been friends a long time. I don't want to set you against your dad, but the time may come when you might have to do it anyway. Your father is essentially Darth Vader. Now you can let the Jedi Purges run or you can try to help us stop the madness before he goes too far to ever be redeemed. I need you with me, Wills. Your powers as both a witch and a mutant are exactly the sort of thing I need."

"You're sure you can ram this initiative through?"

"The president will see reason. The fact that the direct assassination attempt, by a mutant, was actually caused by ordinary humans has taken a lot of the heat off."

"Okay, Nick. You've got your Red Witch."

"I always thought of you as more of a Scarlet."

March 25th 2015

Federal Bureau of Investigation

Washington D.C.

Special Agent Philip Doyle sighed dramatically. "I'm sorry about this, Colonel Fury. That girl just seems to enjoy screwing with us."

Nick shrugged as if it didn't matter one whit to him. "It's all right, Phil. I'm sure she'll be briefed when you find her." The commander of SHIELD paused for a long moment. "I'd like to procure her services if I can get the president to sign off on the Avengers Initiative."

Doyle glanced up, somewhat confused. "The what now?"

"The Avengers Initiative. This project basically authorises the formation of a combat team of superhumans, meant to tackle super-human threats. You may recall Captain Rogers and his team from World War II?"

"I hope you're referring to history classes, because there is no way that I was alive for that."

Fury smirked. "I am well aware of that, Phil. Still, you've heard of them?"

"Of course I've heard of them. But don't you want to stick with mutants for this project?"

Nick smirked at his old friend. "I'm interested in all registered super-humans, including your invisible girl…"

Doyle glanced around warily, as if afraid he was going to be attacked. "I'm just her handler, Nick. You realise I can't make any promises without consulting her personally. Not to mention my superiors."

The colonel offered a mocking smirk. "If I can get this initiative past the president then your superiors won't be a consideration. I'll just walk right over them. As for your agent…" Nick blew a particularly large cloud of smoke out in front of him. "I have a feeling she'll turn up soon."

Doyle spun slightly as he noticed the cloud of smoke was not spreading evenly. That was when the coughing and gasping began before Special Agent Marcie Ross began to revert to her visible form. When Ross finally stopped coughing she shot a vicious glare at Fury. "How the hell did you know where I was?"

Nick smirked in reply. "You grind your teeth when someone calls you the invisible girl. It's rather audible if you're listening for it."

Doyle started to laugh as he too heard Marcie's teeth begin to grind again. Doyle made a note to get that girl in to see a dentist soon. All that grinding couldn't be good for her…

March 27th 2015

S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier

Washington D.C. Airspace

A double rap at the door signalled the arrival of Nick's latest guest. "Send him in, Dum Dum."

The currently red-haired werewolf did not wait long before speaking. "He hates that."

Nick glanced up to lock eyes with Daniel Osbourne, the one-time love of his best friend's life. "I hate his moustache, Oz. Until he shaves the lip-ferret, I'm not letting it go."

The werewolf offered a shrug in response. "I hear you go by Fury now."

The colonel offered a smile to his old friend. "Yes I do. I'd wondered if you'd recognise me these days."

Another shrug. "Why?"

Fury speared the werewolf with a direct look. "If you're asking about the name change, that's none of your business. If you're asking about why I called you here, it's quite simple. I am reenacting the Avengers Initiative that was originally enacted to meet superhuman threats from Hitler's Nazi Empire. I'd like for you to be one of the new Avengers."

The werewolf looked thoughtful to Fury, but it was difficult to tell with one so closed up. "Willow?"

The faintest hint of a frown hit Nick's face. "Wills will be a member. What you two choose to do about your former relationship is your own business, so long as it does not interfere with any of your missions. Otherwise, your commander will be authorised to get involved for the good of the team." Fury took the resulting silence to be an acknowledgement of the proclamation. "So what do you think, Oz?"

"Cool."

Fury grinned. "Same old Oz-man."

March 30th 2015

The White House

Washington D.C.

John McKenna, President of the United States, stared fixedly at the person of Colonel Nick Fury. "You want to do what, Colonel?"

"I want to restore the Avengers Initiative, Sir. With all due respect to Secretary Trask…" Here Fury shot a glance at Bolivar Trask, the current Secretary of Defence, "I believe the Sentinel Program is too extreme. If that project was to go rogue like Weapon X did then the results would be too horrifying to imagine."

Trask refused to be silent at this. "The Sentinels will not go rogue. I can assure you that the programing that is being created is absolutely perfect."

Here Fury couldn't help but scoff. "My apologies, Mr. Secretary, but the programming of ADAM was reputedly perfect too, right up until the point when he went rogue."

Bolivar's jaw clenched but he nodded a faint acknowledgement of Nick's point. As much as all of those present hated the Weapon X project, they had to acknowledge that ADAM's programming had seemed viable at the time. "What do you suggest then, Colonel? How do we ensure the loyalty of this super-team?"

Fury grinned back at his superior. "I've managed to secure the services of a loyal FBI agent, the primary witch of the Watchers' Council, and a werewolf of my acquaintance. The FBI agent's record is excellent these days. The werewolf is fully in control of himself and is an old friend of mine. As for the witch…"

"Magneto's daughter." Trask frowned. "You want us to use Magneto's daughter to fight him?"

Nick shrugged. "She never knew him growing up. And while she does feel a certain attachment to the man, she feels it will be better for her father, in the long run, if he can be brought to justice."

The President cut Trask off before he could speak again. "Mr. Secretary, Miss Rosenberg's record is unimpeachable. I am satisfied as to her loyalty. And the rest of the team, Colonel? I am assuming you realise that three people is not sufficient, even taking Miss Rosenberg's sheer power into account."

The colonel nodded. "I have two more in mind, Sir. The first is my wife." Before anyone could object he cut them off. "Her new talents make her a spectacular resource. Honestly, I doubt she'd listen if I told her not to get involved. She understands chain of command and will respond to the orders of whoever we place in charge."

McKenna decided to let it go. Mrs. Harris did have quite a resource at her disposal. Her exposure to 'Pym Particles' at UC Berkeley had triggered extraordinary powers in her that allowed her to change her size at will. Originally it had been assumed to be caused by her then boyfriend, Kenny, but it had turned out to have been caused by her exposure to a science project by Henry Pym. Pym had since been expelled from Berkeley for his failure to take adequate safety precautions. "And who will you have for leadership? Rosenberg?"

Fury grinned. "I'm afraid not, Sir. While Willow is not compromised by her father's presence on the other side, I'm sure you'd agree that we shouldn't tempt fate. Besides, she doesn't fit the profile I'm looking for. The leader of the Avengers needs to be someone that society will see as an incorruptible symbol. Someone they can always count on."

The President considered but could come up with no one who met that profile. Surely he didn't mean? "You're not asking to take command personally, are you?"

Nick actually laughed aloud at the suggestion. "Certainly not, sir. For countless reasons, even. The most prominent reason being that I am needed at SHIELD."

McKenna nodded agreeably. "I'm glad you're being reasonable about this, Nick. We need you where you are. But who would you place there, then?"

Fury smirked. "Captain America."

Bolivar refused to remain silent. "Rogers is dead, Colonel. How can a dead man lead the team?"

"I don't believe I ever claimed that Rogers would lead the team. I'd like permission to pass the shield of Captain America to a new man, one who has proven his loyalty to this country many times over. He is willing to undergo the serum, if you are willing to authorise it, Mr. President."

McKenna frowned. "That remaining dose of the serum was being kept in reserve for trying times, Colonel."

The commander of SHIELD shrugged as if it didn't matter. "With all due respect, Mr. President… the time is now.

April 2nd 2015

S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier

Washington D.C. Airspace

"When were you planning on telling me, Nick?"

"Telling you what, love?"

"Telling me that you were reactivating the Avengers Initiative. It's all over the helicarrier, Nick. Did you really think I wouldn't find out until it was too late for me to join?"

"No, not really."

"Then why did you hide it from me? You know how I feel about this. I can't stay on the sidelines anymore then you could. And you of all people have no right try to do that to me."

"You're right…"

"Damn right, I'm right. So why did you do it, Nick?"

"I didn't."

"You most certainly did."

"Dawnie, I only kept it from you so that you wouldn't get your hopes up. I only got the go ahead on it on the thirtieth and I wanted to tell you in person. I was just about to tell you right now."

"You were honestly going to tell me? Right now?"

Nick nodded solemnly and drew out the papers he had been holding, offering them to her. They clearly stated the enactment of the Avengers Initiative and that Dawn herself was accepted as a member, pending her own acceptance. "Read it over if you don't believe me."

Dawn merely glanced at the papers, just long enough to read the highlights before she slammed into her husband of five years. "Can you ever forgive me for doubting you?"

Nick just smiled as he held her for a moment. "You were right to worry, love. If I thought there was any chance to convince you to step back, I'd have done it. I love you too much to risk it. But I know you and you'd never sit on the sidelines without a fight. We're too much alike for that. So I didn't bother to try."

"Thank you, Nick."

"So… You want to come up with your codename?"

Dawn smirked before drawing her husband into a kiss. "It can wait…"

April 5th 2015

In front of the White House

Washington D.C.

John McKenna stood proudly at the dais, hoping that Fury's SHIELD agents and the Avengers would be enough to keep him safe in the event of another attempt on his life. "My fellow Americans, in these troubling times we are presented with a moment. A moment we must use to acknowledge the growing swell of super-powered beings among us. The so-called mutant problem is just one of many facets of this.

"Are mutants dangerous? Certainly they are. But I defy you to show me any human who is not dangerous under the right circumstances. No, the problem that mutants and other super-humans present is that most typical police forces are not equipped to police them. To that end, we have decided to reactivate the Avengers Initiative…"

At this point McKenna caught Fury's eye in the crowd and nodded to him. Fury was standing there in his blue SHIELD uniform. At Fury's side stood Leah Romanoff, codename Black Widow, a SHIELD agent and a Russian slayer who served as the director of SHIELD's primary bodyguard. Fury's own sister-in-law had been added to McKenna's Secret Service detail after the fiasco with Wagner.

"This Initiative was originally activated to deal with foreign super-powered threats. However, these new Avengers will be on call to deal with all threats of this type, both foreign and domestic. I have called this press conference so that I might present them to you."

A distant rumble, like thunder, started up when people looked up to see a towering brunette, walking up to the dais. A few screams echoed out, but most people took note of the president's sheer calm. If there was one Avenger he trusted absolutely, it was Fury's wife. "Allow to present… Stature!"

Mrs. Dawn Fury presented a beautiful smile to the crowd, despite the domino mask she wore, and then shrank down to normal size next to the president. She was clothed primarily in red and black.

McKenna felt a soft tap on his shoulder. "The Invisible Woman!"

With that introduction, Special Agent Marcie Ross faded back into existence next to the president, her deep blue bodysuit getting a fair few appreciative looks from the crowd.

The lolloping strides of the werewolf were soon noticed as he made his way to the dais. "Wolfsbane!"

Wolfsbane skidded to a stop next to Stature, before transforming back into the human form of Daniel Osbourne, clad in white and forest green.

Red electrical discharges began to form, signalling the arrival of the fourth Avenger from Rio. "Scarlet Witch!"

The discharges gave way to Willow Rosenberg, wearing a costume that was far more risque then Willow would have ever considered in her youth. Given the confident smile she wore, she was apparently much more comfortable with her appearance.

"And finally, no team is complete without leadership. I'm afraid it has been much too long since this country has been blessed with the presence of Captain America."

The president stepped aside, allowing a person few people would have recognised as Graham Miller to take his place at the dais. Graham was taller and more muscular then he had been before, but mostly it was the red, white and blue costume that kept people guessing. He bore the shield with a great deal of apparent pride. "Thank you, Mr. President." He held out his arms to indicate his companions. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the Avengers…"

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