S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier "Samuel Sawyer," Holding Cells – Central Atlantic, Flying Towards New York
Three figures, one man and two women, casually walk down the corridor of holding cells.
The man is black, athletically built, looks to be in his late-30s or early-40s, bald, and has a beard & moustache. It's obvious, very obvious, that the man seen plenty of action in his lifetime. There was an eyepatch over his left eye, too, that one cannot miss looking at.
His clothes screamed "secret agent." The man wore a pair of black dress paths, black dress shoes, a dark gray turtle-neck shirt, and a black long coat that was worn over the shirt.
The first of the two women stood at roughly 5'10, she was physically attractive and, athletically built. Just by looking at her alone, any intelligent person could tell that she knows to handle herself in a fight. She had short black hair and wore a skin-tight glossy black outfit.
The shoulders of her uniform had an eagle-like symbol on the shoulders.
The second of the two women stood shorter, but not by that much, than the other woman. This woman, too, was athletically built, and looked like she could handle herself in a dangerously difficult situation. Her noticeable features were her long green hair and the dark shades that covered her eyes.
There was this aura of mystery that surrounded the green-haired woman.
The three figures stopped walking, then turned towards one of the cells. The man turned towards the two women and spoke, "wait here, I want to have a talk with this man."
"Fury, why are Brand and I out here anyway?" asked the black-haired woman.
"Just trust me on this, Hill," the man replied, his voice calm and nonchalant.
"I hope this isn't a waste of my time, Fury. You do know my main job is to protect this PLANET from outside invaders," the green-haired woman added.
"The man locked inside should have the answers we need for this collossal clusterfuck," the man, who the women refer to as "Fury," responded.
"I hope so," the green-haired woman, called Brand, said. She took a deep breath and sighed, before adding with "I haven't been able to keep up with all these appearances, yadda, yadda, yadda." The woman was overworked, especially with her job in protecting the planet from alien invaders.
The other woman, known as Hill, gave Fury a skeptical look. "This average-looking man is the key to dealing with these NEW problems landing on our front doorstep?"
Fury confidently nodded, "I called in a favor to Emma Frost and had her probe the man's mind."
"Oh, that's why I ran into Frost a few hours ago," Brand added.
"Frost told me that I needed to talk to that man, the one locked in the cell we're standing in front of," Fury responded. He walked close to the door as the security scanner checked his biometrics before the door to the unknown man's cell opened.
Fury casually entered the cell and stopped in the middle of the room.
At the end of the cell, across from Fury, was a white man. He looked to be athletically built but didn't look like a combatant. The man had a stubble beard and a moustache. It looked like the man could definitely use a shower, too.
His clothes, an informal suit, looked like it could use a laundry wash.
"Mr. Journalist," Fury said.
"Who the hell are you and why am I here? I haven't done anything wrong, I'm a member of the press," the man, who Fury called "Mr. Journalist," reponded in protest.
Fury nodded, "sure, you haven't done anything wrong."
"Then why are my friends and I being detained?"
Fury gave an amused look after hearing the word "friends" come out of the Journalist's mouth. "Friends, really? You're calling that random as hell group of people your friends?"
The Journalist was silent, he obviously knew this person was trying to extract as much information out of him as possible.
Fury casually paced around the room in small circles, it was interrogation time. "Okay, for starters, you can explain what the hell you, some white guy in his 40s, is doing, hanging around a young girl that's old enough to be your daughter?"
Outside the cell, Hill and Brand came to the conclusion that the Journalist was probably a pedophile. They had disgusted looks on their faces.
A few cells down, to the left of where the Journalist was being detained, was a young girl, Asian, who was peacefully sleeping in her bed. Her hair was long and black, tied into a pony-tail. There a pair of yellow-lensed shades, folded, on the floor, underneath the bed.
She wore a school uniform, something you'd see at a school in any East Asian country. The girl wore a blue thermal vest over the blouse of her uniform and a pair of black bicycle shorts underneath the teal-colored skirt of her school uniform.
The left shoulder of the girl's blouse at a red band and a logo over it.
The Journalist remained silent, he didn't want to give away any information about the girl. Who could blame the man? He and the girl are being held against their will, why would be divulge personal information to a person he had just met?
"Why should I trust you with that information?" the Journalist questioned. He wasn't willing to play ball with Fury, not yet. "What assurances do I have that you're not going to kill us after?" The man knew what questions to ask because this wasn't the first time he in a potentially life-threatening situation.
Fury stopped pacing, he didn't want to waste time either.
"If I wanted to have you killed, you would've been dead already," Fury interjected.
The Journalist arched his left brow at Fury, still skeptical. "Right... Where have I heard that line before?"
Fury whistled, "you're a skeptic, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't be good at my job if I wasn't," the Journalist answered. He WASN'T in the mood to be "friends" with his captors.
"I might as well introduce myself to you, Mr. Journalist," Fury said. "I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"S.H.I.E.L.D? What the hell is S.H.I.E.L.D?" the Journalist asked, in response. This was an organization that the Journalist had NEVER even heard of and the Journalist has encountered a couple of dangerous organizations in his journalistic career.
"It's the acronym for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division" Fury answered.
The Journalist still wasn't convinced. "I've never even heard of this group and I've covered battlefields, how do I know that you're not a front for the Mishima Zaibatsu or the G-Corporation?"
Now Fury was surprised, he had heard of NEITHER the "Mishima Zaibatsu" or "G-Corporation."
"Who's yanking whose chain now, Mr. Journalist?" Fury asked, rhetorically. The ball was back in Fury's court and it was time for him to do the interrogating again. "What the hell is this Mishima Zaibatsu or G-Corporation?"
The Journalist was annoyed and insulted. He quickly stood and gave Fury a confrontational look. "How are you even some omnipotent organization, as you claim to be, and NOT know anything about those two corporate powers!?"
Fury nodded, "I believe you, Mr. Journalist."
The Journalist got angrier, feeling that this Fury person was mocking and humiliating him. "If you claim to believe me, then why all this!?" He balled his fists, angrily, ready to punch anything or anyone.
"Whoa, whoa, take a deep breath," Fury responded. He kept his calm and kept his guard lowered, preparing to protect himself if the Journalist decided to swing at him. "I just wanted to double-check that you were who you said you were."
The Journalist narrowed his eyes at Fury, still angry and distrustful.
"Remember that attractive blonde-haired woman you met earlier?" Fury asked.
"Yeah, I remember." the Journalist answered. He sensed that something was IMPORTANT about this woman, but the question had to be asked, "what of her?"
Fury continued pacing around the room again. "Her name is Emma Frost, she is what is known as a telepath."
The Journalist expressed shock after hearing Fury say "telepath." "You mean a person who can read minds or something?"
Fury nodded, "I doubt telepaths exist in your universe, though."
"My universe?" the Journalist asked, confused and scared. Fury started to make less sense to the Journalist but he continued listening.
"This is going to be a lot to take in, so let's get you out of this cell. You could use a shower and a hot meal before we talk more about this," Fury responded. He then looked at the doorway as Hill and Brand were still standing outside, listening in on the conversation.
Hill turned to Brand and responded, "I guess this answers your question."
"Great, extradimensional threats," Brand replied, sarcastically, back to Hill.
"Hill, can you go to my office and get the whiskey?" Fury asked of Hill, then responded with "the cheap brand, though."
Hill nodded, "yeah, I got it." She walked away from Brand and walked towards the exit door, knowing that the Journalist would NEED a couple of stiff drinks. "He'd probably down the entire bottle," Hill mused to herself, before leaving the detention area.
"Please, Mr. Fury, go back to the part about the universe," the Journalist requested.
"Get a shower and eat first, Mr. Journalist, you're going to need that energy to handle what I'm going to tell you." Fury responded.
S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier "Samuel Sawyer," Dining Hall
The entire dining hall was cleared out where only the Journalist and Fury sat at a random dining table, facing each other at opposite ends. The Journalist wore a new change of clothes, athletic gear that is given to S.H.I.E.L.D trainees.
There was a half-empty whiskey battle between them.
Fury, himself, didn't drink any of the whiskey. The Journalist, on the otherhand, just downed a shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass on the table.
"Another round," the Journalist requested, breathing heavily.
"Pace yourself, Mr. Journalist," Fury responded. He grabbed the bottle by his right hand, lifted it, and gently poured another shot of whiskey into the Journalist's glass.
"Thanks," the Journalist replied, before grabbing the glass, and downing the shot.
Fury gently put the bottle back on the table and allowed the Journalist time to process everything.
"In this world, neither the Mishima Zaibatsu or the G-Corporation existed." Fury told the Journalist, explaining the situation.
"Existed?" the Journalist asked.
"A shit ton of chaos came knocking at our door. This world has been merging with other worlds and dimensions for the past four months. A bunch of towns, cities, and villages that didn't exist in our world, well, now exist." Fury explained, nonchalant, as he was used to this kind of trouble.
The Journalist nodded, he understood what Fury meant. "That means the Zaibatsu and the G-Corporation now exist in this world, too?"
"Yeah, you're right on the money," Fury answered.
The Journalist huffed and lifted up his glass, signalling Fury to pour him another shot.
Fury obliged and poured the Journalist another shot of whiskey, then putting the bottle back down, on the table.
"I take it that these two corporations are bad news, Mr. Journalist?" Fury asked.
"The Mishima Zaibatsu, under Jin Kazama's leadership, is responsible for the death of my wife and son," the Journalist said. There was the hint of grief in the tone of the Journalist's voice.
"This Jin Kazama used the Mishima's private military force to wage war against the entire world, right?"
The Journalist downed his shot of whiskey and nodded.
"Okay, we're getting somewhere. Now, can you tell me about that young girl that you're with?" Fury asked, hoping that the Journalist drank enough whiskey to be more "cooperative." He knew that the Journalist's help was crucial if this new "world" was going to make it at the end.
The Journalist nodded, then put his glass back on the table. "Her name is Ran Hibiki, a freshman at Taiyo High School in Aoharu City."
"Aoharu City, huh? I guess it now exists in our world," Fury responded.
The Journalist shrugged, "Your guess is as good as mine, Mr. Fury." He paused a bit, talking now too more energy because he was inebriated from drinking at least a half-bottle's worth of whiskey.
"We'll accept the fact that this Aoharu City now exists on the map, but tell me more about this Ran Hibiki."
The Journalist nodded and continued. "Ran aspires to be a professional journalist in the future."
"I know a bunch of professional journalists who could mentor Ran, if that's fine with you, Mr. Journalist." Fury responded.
The Journalist nodded, "I'd be grateful. Ran, at her school, is the editor-in-chief of the school newspaper. She's the resident "Scoop Girl," according to her classmates. Ran is always looking for a juicy story for the paper and that's how we crossed paths."
"I know a couple of those kinds of reporters, too. Peter Parker definitely comes to mind," Fury said.
"Ran is always with her camera. I hired her to come along as the photographer, despite me declining her offers many times." the Journalist said. "The battlefield is NO place for kids."
Fury nodded, agreeing with the Journalist.
"What made you agree?" Fury asked.
"I did some research, on my spare time, I just finished writing a story about the Mishima Family," the Journalist answered, and continued with the explanation. "In Aoharu City, on two separate occasions, there have been kidnappings and disappearances involving many high schools."
"Go on," Fury said, now curious about Ran's story.
"Ran joined forces with a fellow student from her school, who they simply called "Iincho," and three students from Pacific High, an American international school," the Journalist explained. "They learned the culprit was a student named Kurow Kirishima, a senior at Justice High, wanted to brainwash the students of those schools, then proceed to take over all of Japan."
"Teen villains, they're a dime a dozen in this world."
"Ran knew how to handle herself in a life-threatening situation and Kurow Kirishima was an incredibly dangerous person to come across."
"So, you got yourself a photographer. That explains why you and her were together. Now, let's talk about the teenage Asian boy and his pet dog."
"You mean Ken Amada and Shiba Inu, Koromaru?" the Journalist asked.
Fury nodded.
"Our travel took us to a small town known as Inaba, which had its fill of tragedy in the past few years. There was a mysterious red fog that engulfed the town. I'm not sure on the full details, yet."
"How'd you meet the kid?" Fury asked.
"The boy is part of a small group of people, called the "Shadow Operatives, and each of them are able to wield this crazy power." the Journalist explained.
"Crazy, how crazy?" Fury asked. Nothing that the Journalist could say would ever faze Fury.
"Ken said that this power is called "Persona," which is a physical manifestation of their inner psyche." the Journalist answered.
"Similar to telepathy, right?" Fury asked.
The Journalist shook his head, "It's different, very different." He grabbed his shot glass and raised it, signalling Fury to pour another shot.
Fury obliged.
The Journalist downed the shot and put the glass back on the table. "It's something you have to see for yourself, Mr. Fury."
"I get the feeling I'll get to witness this "Persona" power soon," Fury said.
"Inaba didn't exist in my world, but it now exists in this world. Likely Ken's friends were brought to this world, too," the Journalist theorized.
"I wouldn't doubt it," Fury said, with a serious tone. If Ken's friends were truly brought to this world, Fury knew he had to act fact and find them. That would have to come later, Fury wanted to know more about the purpose of Personae. "What did they use this power for?"
"Ken told me that they fight dark beings called Shadows, which are rogue psyches." the Journalist answered, then added, "They are supposed to be born from humanity's collective unconsciousness."
"I think I'm going to need some of that whiskey," Fury said. If the Shadows were a threat to Ken's world, they're now a threat to this world. He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Where does the dog factor into all of this?"
"Kuromaru has a Persona, too." the Journalist bluntly answered.
"Tell me more about this Kuromaru," Fury pressed.
The Journalist shrugged, "You'd have to ask the kid, yourself." He raised his shot glass, again, wanting another shot of whiskey.
"Pace yourself, Mr. Journalist, I can't have you passed out," Fury said, then pouring another shot for the Journalist.
The Journalist nodded. He knew this WASN'T the time to get drunk, let alone very piss drunk, but it was a lot to digest, what Fury told him about parallel worlds, extradimensional worlds, and everything else merging into one crazy "mosaic."
Instead of downing this shot, the Journalist took a small sip from the shot glass.
"Heh... If devils and other demonic beings exist in my world, then I have to believe everything that you're telling me," the Journalist said to Fury, then taking another small sip from the shot glass.
"Demons, huh? I'm not gonna ask about that right now," Fury responded. It was time to continue the inquiry into the Journalist's other companions. "Now, tell me about the other Asian kid. The one who's dressed in an old school Japanese school uniform, like he's about to piss himself."
"Murata... He freaked out when I told him what year it was," the Journalist explained. "He lived in Japan's Taisho Era."
"Time displacement..." Fury said, nonchalant.
"None of this even surprises you, Mr. Fury?" the Journalist asked.
Fury shook his head and laughed a bit, "Hell no, we deal with this shit on a daily basis. This is what S.H.I.E.L.D does on the regular." He leaned his head back a bit, being more relaxed. "I know a couple of time-displaced folks, too. There's this one guy in my world, here, who everyone calls 'Cyclops,' but another acquaintance of mine, has other "colorful" names to call the guy."
"Go on..." the Journalist said.
"It was like seven years ago that this world and other parallel worlds were involved in this 'Secret War' that led to this cataclysmic event called the 'Incursion' and everything collided." Fury started, then continued. "There was one person, time-displaced like your friend, 'Murata,' who fought in the United States Civil War. The dude is the Black version of Cyclops. Same abilities, but born as a Black man."
The Journalist was intrigued with this new knowledge.
"Nothing you can will really shock me, no offense," Fury told the Journalist.
"In Murata's world, demons exist," the Journalist said.
Fury scoffed, his facial expression told the Journalist that dealing with and fighting demons was a regular occurance.
"Murata told me that in his world, all of the demons used to be human. They were all sired into demons by a person named Muzan, the first demon in existence in his world," the Journalist added. "These demons can easily be killed by sunlight. But there are two other methods to killing them, but it's Murata's story to tell you."
"Okay, I'm not surprised but you got me curious. Now these demons and this 'Muzan' are possibly in our world, too?" Fury asked, though he already knew the answer.
The Journalist nodded.
"How is Murata doing?" the Journalist asked, truly concerned for Murata's well-being.
"He's still not taking it well, living in the far future. Unless we can get you guys back to your worlds and timelines, Murata will have to make the best of it," Fury answered.
The Journalist was silent, he wanted to process everything Fury just told him. "Talking about the existence of parallel worlds, is there the possibility-"
"Yeah, there is the possibility, but it doesn't automatically mean there's some alternate version of you living in this world. But we'll help you look, once this clusterfuck is over," Fury assured. "What about the young boy, the one that looks like a girl, with the magenta hair?"
"I wish I knew more about 'Gowther,' too," the Journalist answered. "We were in Northern Ireland, covering an attack on Belfast."
"The zombie invasion, right?" Fury asked.
The Journalist nodded, "I thought zombies only existed in fiction, but I never felt so wrong."
"Where did this 'Gowther' come from?" Fury asked.
"Gowther magically appeared out of nowhere, like he was pulled to this world." the Journalist answered.
"Gowther concerns me, a lot, especially when Frost told me she had a hard time trying to read his mind." Fury responded.
"I don't who he is or where he came from, we'd be dead if Gowther didn't show up." the Journalist added. "We agreed to help him find his friends, a group of warriors who call themselves the 'Seven Deadly Sins."
"The 'Seven Deadly Sins?' I don't like the sound of that. I know a couple of people who went by the monikers of 'Death,' 'War,' and 'Pestilence."
"Heh, we're learning more about each other's worlds and other people's worlds."
"The two young boys, sharing a cell, together. The Black kid and the kid with the icy blue hair, what's their story?"
"The first kid is Joco McDonnell and the second kid is Horohoro. We crossed paths with them in California, they were lost like we were," the Journalist explained. "They have special abilities."
"Kids with special abilities... A dime a dozen, too, shit..." Fury commented. "What's with this 'Joco' trying to act all funny?"
The Journalist shrugged, "Joco said he wants to 'save the world through laughter."
Fury arched his right brow at the Journalist's words. "Yeah, okay, but that kid needs to learn to be funny. I'm almost tempted to introduce him to this guy named Wade." He shook his head at the thought, this Wade has NO business mentoring children.
"Horohoro wishes to create a large butterbur field," the Journalist added.
"That's interesting and random," Fury responded. "You got yourself a hell of an interesting traveling party, though they're all kids."
"Yeah, tell me about it. I'd be dead if it weren't for them," the Journalist replied. He was grateful for their help and assistance.
"Who's the young Japanese man with the headband and blue tracksuit?" Fury asked.
"He goes by Shingo Yabuki, we came across him in Japan. Claims to be the number one disciple of a fighter named Kyo Kusanagi," the Journalist answered.
"I'm assuming he can fight or he wouldn't be with you guys."
The Journalist nodded, then finished the last of the whiskey in his glass.
"Where do we go from here, Fury?" the Journalist asked, as it was time be REAL SERIOUS.
The high-tech watch worn around Fury's right wrist beeped, which signalled that someone was trying to get in touch with him.
The Journalist eyed the watch, curious on who was calling Fury.
Fury pressed a button on his wrist watch and accepted the call, "This is Fury."
"Fury, it's Carter. I'm coming in, with 'guests." said the person on the other line, a woman, who is referred to as "Carter."
"Who are these guests, Carter?" Fury asked.
"Three people, two men and a young woman, who claim to know someone you're holding, a reporter." Carter answered.
Fury smirked, knowing that Carter was referring to the Journalist sitting across from him. "You're in luck, I got the man sitting in front of me."
"Hey, is that you?" asked a man on the other line. The man had a Nordic accent.
The Journalist expressed shock, knowing it it was on the other line with this Carter. "Lars, is that you?"
"Phew," replied this person, Lars, who seemed relieved that the Journalist sounded unharmed. "I heard a tip that you and your "crew" were taken by some secret government agents."
"Who are you?" Fury asked, inquiring about this "Lars."
"His name is Lars Alexandersson. We worked together when I was doing my story on the feud between the Mishimas." the Journalist explained to Fury. "He's a former officer of the Mishima Zaibatsu's Tekken Force and the helped form Yggdrasil, which is to stop the Mishima Zaibatsu and the G-Corporation. The young woman with him is Alisa Bosconovitch, the daughter to Dr. Bosconovitch."
"Dr. Bosconovitch?" Fury asked, feeling he could add another scientific mind, especially from the Journalist's world, to the team.
"Dr. Bosconovitch is a scientist, mainly robotics, who used to work for the Mishima Zaibatsu. But, he was forced to participate in a number of experiments."
"That's very common here," Fury commented.
"Lars, who's the other person with you?" the Journalist asked.
"A former soldier that I was acquainted with. He ended up in this world, too, and we immediately got together," Lars explained, on the end of the call. "His name is Bo Montana. He is also known as 'Rodeo' by his fellow soldiers."
"What's your E.T.A, Carter?" Fury asked.
"Seventeen minutes." Carter answered.
"See you in seventeen, Carter." Fury said before he ended the call, then looked at the Journalist. "Today's your lucky day, you get to be reunited with your friends."
"Can you grant me one request, then? It's important, it's related to my friends." the Journalist asked, then added with an explanation.
"Depends on how big the request is, Mr. Journalist." Fury responded.
The Journalist nodded, "With your technology, you can check if a company called 'Violet Systems' now exists in your world. If that's the case, then its owner, Leo Chaolan, should have been brought to this world, too."
"Yeah, we can do that. How important is Violet Systems?" Fury asked.
"Very. Lee Chaolan is the former adopted son of Heihachi Mishima. He was adopted to become a rival to Kazuya Mishima." the Journalist explained.
"Another sibling rivalry, just want this world needs." Fury said, with sarcasm and annoyance.
"The rivalry's no longer the case, Lee ended up being disowned by Heihachi. Lee has become a humanitarian and one day hopes robots will serve humanity, so-"
Fury HAD to cut the Journalist off, this 'Lee Chaolan' reminded him of someone, "Great... The guy has 'Tony Stark' written all over him."
"Who's this Tony Stark?" the Journalist asked.
"You'll probably meet Tony Stark sooner or later, but tell me where Violet Systems is located." Fury requested.
"The main HQ is in the Bahamas, where Lee settled after the third King of Iron Fist Tournament. He has been an invaluable friend and ally, especially when resisting the Mishima Zaibatsu and G-Corporation. Lee also bankrolled Yggdrasil's activity, too." the Journalist explained.
"In your world, how big is Violet Systems?"
"Violet Systems is the world largest manufacturer of androids. It's most important product is the Combot, which can learn fighting styles of everybody it crosses paths with."
Fury sighed, "Okay, once we meet your friends, we're going to check if Violet Systems exists, and we're going to head there. This world has a lot of criminal organizations that would KILL to acquire your friend's techology."
"I wouldn't be surprised." the Journalist responded.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier "Samuel Sawyer," Docking Bay
A high-tech jet, one with the S.H.I.E.L.D logo on the side, slowly hovered inside the docking bay. There was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent standing ahead of it, waving a pair of red-glowing signal sticks, slowly guiding the jet in their direction.
Fury casually walked in the direction where the jet was going to land with S.H.I.E.L.D agents saluting him as he passed by them, then saluting them back in return.
The Journalist, still inebriated from the whiskey, followed Fury, while struggling to keep composure.
Fury turned his face in the direction of a random S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, "Hey, help this guy walk."
"Yes sir, Commander Fury!" the random S.H.I.E.L.D Agent respoended, then pacing over to the Journalist. He gently placed his hands on the Journalist's left arm and slowly guided him to the jet's landing spot.
The Journalist was awed at size of the docking bay. "Mishima Zaibatsu and G-Corporation, combined, wouldn't be able to rival S.H.I.E.L.D's forces." the Journalist quietly mused to himself. He looked at Fury and then asked "If Kazuya Mishima was brought to this world, would S.H.I.E.L.D have the resources to take him down?"
"We better, or this world would've been screwed long ago." Fury answered.
The jet stopped moving as it was right over the designated landing spot, then it gently descended until it touched the floor. The engines of the jet stopped and the door opened by lowering itself, then soon transformed into a small set of stairs.
An attractive woman, in her late-20s, stepped out of the entrance. She had long blonde hair and wore a skin-tight suit, like what that Hill person wore, but this uniform was white. The woman slowly walked up to Fury and saluted him.
"What's the sit-rep, Carter?"
The woman, confirmed as "Carter," shook her head. "It's not good, it's chaos everywhere. Every major city, the ones that already exist in our world, stuggles to fight against all these new invaders."
Fury turned his direction to the Journalist. "Mr. Journalist, this is Sharon Carter. She's one of our top agents with a family legacy connected with our agency."
The Journalist turned to Sharon Carter and nodded. "It is nice to meet you, Agent Carter."
Carter could sniff the booze coming from the Journalist's breath. "It's nice to meet you, too. I guess I should reunite you with your friends." She turned towards the jet's entrance and signalled the "okay" for her guests to exit out the doorway.
The first to exit the doorway was a petite-looking woman, youthful appearance, with pink hair. She wore a long-sleeve dress, something that a student would wear if they attended a private school in Europe. "Mr. Journalist!" the young woman said, happily waving to him.
"Alisa?" the Journalist asked.
The woman, now identified as "Alisa," walked towards the Journalist, and gently hugged him. She broke off the hug and gave a slight frown, "You've been drinking, have you? I can see the alcohol particles that you're breathing out."
"Care to explain?" Fury asked, turning his attention to the Journalist.
"Alisa is a battle-android built by Dr. Bosconovitch, she was originally built to protect Jin Kazama. She was made in the image of his late-daughter." the Journalist explained.
Fury narrowed his eyes, annoyed that the Journalist kept that information from him. "You should of told me earlier."
"I know, but I wasn't sure I could fully trust you."
A man exitted the jet shortly after. He was a muscular and athletically-built man with a unique hairstyle. The man wore some advanced-looking combat uniform with a shoulder pad shaped like a lion's head. There was a tattered red scarf attached to his uniform, too.
"Lars?" the Journalist asked.
The man, identified as "Lars," smiled at the Journalist. "It's good to see you, alive and well."
"Likewise, Lars." the Journalist responded.
Lars saw that the Journalist was being steadily held by a S.H.I.E.L.D Agent and showed concern. "Are you hurt?"
The Journalist shook his head, "No, I'm fine. I had a little too much to drink."
Lars nodded, he understood the drinking. He walked towards Fury, stopped a few feet in front of him, and bowed his head as a sign of respect. "Thank you for keeping my friend out of danger."
"It's no problem. Your friend has been helpful to us. Hopefully you'll be helpful to us, too." Fury replied.
"Of course. It's your world, your timeline. We're just displaced visitors who are lost." Lars replied back.
Fury extended his right hand for a handshake. "My name is Nick Fury, I'm the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."
Lars shook Fury's hand, then introduced himself. "I am Lars Alexandersson of Yggdrasil, also the illegitimate son of Heihachi Mishima."
The third man, Rodeo, exitted the jet.
Fury turned to Rodeo, walked to him, and extended his hand. "You must be Rodeo, right?"
"Yes, sir." Rodeo said, shaking Fury's hand.
"You serve in your world, Rodeo?"
"Yes, sir. United States Marine Corps." Rodeo politely answered.
The reunion was interrupted by Hill, who walked in the direction of Fury and the others.
"Hill, what you got?" Fury asked.
Hill looked at the Journalist, "You're right, Violet Systems popped up in this world. It's been here for at least a couple weeks." She turned to Fury. "Our intel says that Violet Systems has constantly been attacked by A.I.M for the past few days."
"A.I.M?" Lars asked.
"Advanced Idea Mechanics. It was formed near the end of World War II by Wolfgang von Strucker as a branch of a larger organization, HYDRA. The organization was tasked with developing advanced weaponry for HYDRA to use in its quest for global domination." Fury explained.
"Does this organization deal in robotics?" the Journalist asked, he deduced, being the reason for this "A.I.M" attacking Violet Systems.
"I think you already know the answer to that." Fury answered, then turned his attention to Carter. "You're taking the lead on this mission. The Journalist and his three friends will be accompany you on the mission."
"Yeah, I got it." Carter replied. She turned to the Journalist, "You stay behind me at all times, you got it?"
The Journalist nodded.
Fury turned his attention to the Journalist again, "Any of your friends comfortable with fighting other humans?"
"What do you think?" the Journalist asked, rhetorically, with a hint of sarcasm.
"This is a better time than never to assess if they can hold their own in an actual battle." Fury said. He needed to grow an army of allies and soon as possible to combat these new threats: supernatural, extradimensional, magical, or extraterrestrial. "Carter, you leave in twenty."
Carter nodded, then turned to the Journalist. "I hope your friends can fight."
Author's Note – This is the first time getting back into writing fanfiction after going on a 10+ year hiatus. I decided to start fresh with a new account and a new mega crossover story. It's amazing at how much has happened from 2009 and onward. This is collossal crossover that involves Marvel Comics, Capcom, SNK/Neo-Geo (and everything involved with the two), Sega, Bandai Namco, Arc System Works, ATLUS, Shueisha (which includes Weekly Shonen Jump), Shogagukan, Kadokawa, Type-Moon, Nitroplus, Monolith Soft, and more (especially the fighting games).
I decided to not include a list of characters because it would take too long. I thought it would make it more fun if the readers went online to research the franchises they belong to.
I won't be adding characters from Pokemon or Digimon because they're very kid friendly franchises. I decided to not add Dragon Ball characters, either, because that would be overkill, especially given how Piccolo easily destroyed the Moon in order to revert Gohan to normal.
Comment in the reviews in which you recognize the characters from.
I hope you enjoy reading this first chapter. I apologize if it starts off slow but I wanted to establish the Journalist from Tekken 7's story mode as a viewpoint character because I believe he's perfect for it.