The Helicarrier, above New York City. 9:15 AM
"Sir, a medium sized fishing boat stumbled across another ship in the North Atlantic Ocean." Agent Coulson told Nick Fury
while walking beside him with Agent Hill.
"So, nobody cares about a boat meet." Nick said jokingly.
"No it was an eighty meter long cargo ship that sank in a very unusual way." Agent Hill stated.
"Alright, go on." Fury said interested
"It was overturned in the water with three gigantic gashes on the base of it." Coulson informed him.
"Do we know anything about who or what did this?" Fury asked.
"No, we don't know anything yet. Whatever is happening, it is not good." Hill said intimidated and somewhat afraid.
Later in the Avenger Tower
"Hey Bruce, hand me that electromagnetic defibrillator device, and also that cup of coffee over there." Tony asked Bruce while he was busy welding.
"Sure thing." Bruce said.
"Thanks, I haven't had a drop of caffeine all day long." Tony stated excitingly.
Bruce handed the device and the mug to Tony and was just about to take a sip, when the phone rang.
"Gosh, darn it!" Tony said discouraged.
"I'll get it…Hello?" Bruce asked with the phone on his ear.
"Hi Nick, yeah I will give it to him right away." He said, before handing the phone to Tony.
"Yes, kind of busy at the moment." Tony said.
"Sorry no can do, I am working on some modifications with my science bro." Tony interrupting the story of the sunken cargo ship, and then rudely hanging up.
"Any luck?" Hill asked
"No, just call Clint and Natasha." Nick said
"Already on it sir." Coulson said, while dialing a number.
Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff were traveling in a quinjet to the sunken ship.
"So why are going to a boat that sunk in the sea?" Clint asked.
"I don't know. By the sound of it, it seems like somebody with abnormal powers did it." Natasha said.
"Think it was Loki?" Clint asked.
"I don't know." She told him.
"Ten bucks says it's Loki." He bargained.
"Whatever" She said rolling her eyes knowing Loki wasn't in this world.
After they got to the site, they started asking questions.
"So what happened?" Natasha asked a man that seemed in charge.
"I don't know, but there are three, twelve foot wide, gashes on the boats right side. There is a survivor. Would you like to see him?" The man asked.
They traveled on a dingy to a Coast Guard ship where the survivor was.
"This is him." The man said, as he walked out of the covered room.
"Hi, what's your name?" Natasha asked.
"M-my name i-is c-c-Carlos." Carlos stuttered in shock.
"Do you remember what happened to the ship?" She asked.
"W-well it was something t-terrible." He answered.
"Was it a guy with black curly hair, a sharp blue scepter, and a gold helmet with long horns?" Clint asked eagerly.
"No nothing like that." The man told Clint.
"Dang it!" he yelled.
Natasha held out her hand and he smacked down a ten dollar bill in her hand. She smiled boastfully.
"It was a monster, a terrible monster." The man almost screamed in horror.
"Did it have a name?" She asked.
"It was G-G-GODZILLA!