"Send them in." Said the serious voice of Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D, to the agent. The agent confidently strides to the assortment of young new heros. They're just like the old team Bill, thought agent Bill Thompson, just like them. He raised his hands for attention. "Excuse me, but director Fury commands your presences. Follow me, please!" He lead them down the intricate corridors to Fury's office.

Finnigan had been leaning on the window until agent Thompson came in. He had his whole life as a hero planned out, save the world, break several hearts and carry out the legacy of his father, Frank Castle. Punisher. He smiled at the memory of his dad, whom was more kind than he appeared. He gave out a gruff sigh as the agent lead them to the office. "'Scuse me agent." He yelled "But I believe we need the privilege of knowing what does Fury want us for!" Thompson's head snapped around. "All will be explained in due time Mr?" Finnigan tipped his fedora "Castle."

Sam walked down the hall, with his white backpack behind him. S.H.I.E.L.D. had found him, and they wanted to talk to him. They even wanted to speak with his mom as well, but Sam urged on it that she stayed back home. He now just walked behind the others, eager to meet his dad's 'boss'. He looked around him, and saw no one he recognised directly, but some had features from their parents. Some guy in front of the group told his name was Castle. Maybe the son of Frank Castle, AKA The Punisher? Their fathers weren't that close, so Sam had no urge into going to him. For now, he was just following the group towards Fury.

Jennifer walks through the halls, in full armour. Originally, on several occasions since entering this place, she had been told she needed to take off her armour. However, she refused on all occasions. Jennifer was expecting this to be some sort of ambush to capture her, expecting this to be some sort of plan to capture her. Maybe they had figured out she had been stealing technology? No matter what the outcome, she was staying in her armour. The only thing she didn't have on was her helmet, which was clipped to her belt.
She looked to the others, working out their features, trying to make sure they wouldn't shoot her suddenly. She was taking this really cautiously as she followed the others.

Finnigan smiled at the mention of his surname. No doubt it would make everybody known of his fathers reputation. "But my mom wanted me to be Castle-Natchiosis!" His smiled widened at the mention of his mother, Elektra. Now people would know not to mess with this guy. He liked being respected and liked, but feared. "Now are we going in or what?" Thompson shook his head. "Not until Fury says so, Mr Castle." He smiled at the crew before noticing one. She looked familiar, he must have seen and older version of her but it was still so familiar. Then realisation dawned on him. "Miss? Would you midpnd having a word?" He walked up to Jenifer and whispered "I know who you are. Who your parents are, their criminl records. But how's about I keep silent yeah?" He smiled warmly, he enjoyed being in the company of the next generation. He walked back to the front.

Victor was standing a bit away from the rest of the group, "These people were called to defend earth? Then they must have the same feelings for this planet that I do...That he did..." He thought to himself. On his belt rested Mjolnir, The hammer that once belonged to his father before him...now resting firmly along the belt of strength. His bright blue eyes twisted up to see the ones who had spoken, someone named Castle, Victor felt like he had heard it before but it wasn't ringing any bells. After that his eyes scanned across the room seeing someone in armor and human technology. This one was also strange to him but Victor said nothing to them. After a few moments he approached the agent, "I am ready to see Fury...I have much to ask him..." It was clear who Victor was, he already had a reputation as a hero on earth and many would recognize him as Ozone.

While whaiting for the door to open, Sam noticed the guy from earlier bragging about his heritage. Some people... He thought. Then he saw him going towards a girl from around Sam's age. She was wearing her armor for some reason, but what was most intriguing was the armor itself. Sam, as technical as ever, recognised some parts as highly advanced, maybe even more advanced then his own armor. He activated his earpiece. "Sirjav, can you please look up where they make *insert some technical stuff here*." Sam whispered. "Ofcourse sir" It said back in his earpiece. While Sirjav was searching for the tech, Sam overheard something about 'criminal records'. Seeing as the girl was in the same group as him, he believed he could trust her though. "Sir, it seems that piece of technology you were speaking of was stolen a few months ago." Sirjav said into his ear. "Thanks, that is all I needed to know." Sam whispered into his earpiece, then turned it off again. He walked over to the two people. "Excuse me, is there a problem?" Sam said. As far as he could tell, the Punisher's son was blackmailing the girl.

Foolish. Reckless. Stubborn. She couldn't distinguish her words from her fathers at this point, though she was sure they both shared the sentiments. She hadn't thought at all and now her spite-fueled actions had landed her... here. Why Midgard? Yes, that was probably spite too, that and the knowledge Loki couldn't follow. It hadn't taken Kat long to realise how small this world was so it wasn't truly a surprise when this group had found her. And so she found herself here, a caged weapon as far as she could tell.

Technically she couldn't complain about her treatment; there had been no bars or chains so she'd been sure not to give them any reason to change that. Nor had she complained when the escort of two agents came to lead her to this meeting of the new avengers. At what point does spite become malice? She wore Midgardian clothing with no discernible weapons on show, but her roots evidently won out as she dressed in stylish leather. "As much as I appreciate the company, is this really necessary?" Her question went unanswered but it appeared they'd arrived so she didn't push the issue.

Walking in she gave a brief look around to look at her 'teammates'. She hadn't expected to recognise anyone - she'd been here a matter of months - but that was proven wrong with one glance at the broad back and blonde haired individual speaking to another. She didn't need to see the hammer at his hip. "Oh." She breathed, with a quick side glance to one of the agents. Getting her here hadn't been the problem, what happened when she and Victor were in the same room however...

"This was brave of you, and potentially very foolish." She spoke clearly to the agents who escorted her, but didn't take her eyes from Victor.

Jennifer's face went red with annoyance as the man approached her and said his words. She had her hand on one of the pouches on her armour, ready to draw a pistol, though she let out a breath as the man moved away. Unfortunately, another person approached her. "Everything is fine," She says, even though it was not. She wanted to shoot the man who had reminded her that her parents were criminals. She did not think of them that way. She loved her parents.

Sam saw the girl was lying, but did not say anything about it. Instead, he began talking about her armor. "That's good. By the way, can I just say I love your armor? It uses a *insert technical stuff here*, right? Personally I would use a *insert even more technical stuff here*, but as they are pretty expensive, I get you choose these." He said. If the girl made the armor herself, she should be pretty intelligent like him, and they could start a conversation to buy some time.

Jennifer blinks, and cocks her head. This guy seemed to know quite a lot about tech. And he was kinda cute, too. "Yeah, I built it myself," She said, which was partially true. Yes, she may have, with assistance, built it, however the schematics themselves did not come from her. "I also put in a layer of form-gel, so that the armour molds straight onto my form." Jennifer smiles wide. "Helps when I bump into something so I don't get crushed.

Victor might have continued talking had he not heard a very familiar voice, "Very brave of you..." Victor turned on his heel to see the daughter of Loki, "Eldkatla..." His hand instinctively went to Mjolnir, "It hath been a while..." He looked at her with an almost detached glow in his eyes, she was Loki's child and as far as he knew she served her fathers purposes. He scanned the agent who had brought them there, with his bright blue eyes before turning back to Kat, "So they summoned you as well?" He knew better than to let his guard down around her...Like father like daughter. "Or were you even given the choice?"

"Victor, how pleasant it is to see you again. Though I must admit the circumstances are certainly unexpected." She met his hostility with an ease and composure, and a disarming smile that didn't quite warm her eyes. Kat was as equally prepared to defend herself if the need came but had far more to lose by making the first move. Unfortunately she was trapped playing by their rules for now, though that didn't mean she couldn't poke the bear.

"I am wounded that you think I am ever anywhere but exactly where I want to be." She said, meeting his blue eyes with her green. "I am not a dog to be summoned or dragged about on a lead." Not that anything she said would be believed or trusted though, her family name was made sure of that. "I am here only because I choose to be." It hadn't been the first impression she had envisioned but it saved time on all the introductions.

Victor's eyes turned to shock, Surely she was lying, What reason would she want to help earth, "You...You are going to defend Midgard?" His eyes seemed to soften to his cousin, "If this is true...I shall put aside my distrust of you..." He looked her deeply in the eyes as if trying to peer into her soul. "My father was right in wanting to protect this world...If that is thy goal...I shant hinder thee."

Finnigan frowned at the two demigods aruging, they were all team around here right? So an argument does look out of place. Then agian he didn't know much about teams, his father was never too fond of them. "Hey, hey, you two! Cool it ok? I may not know much about teams, but I do know the best victory comes from harmony with those around." He walked up to them and smiled. "Now how's 'bout we kiss and make up, eh?" He looked at them both, but he stared at Eldkatla. 'Well, she's certainly bueatiful, isn't she? Looks like being a hero ha some perks, eh?" He thought to himself. He blinked hard, muttering to himself, "Snap out of it!" He smiled and nodded at the two. Suddenly the door opened, and Nick Fury was standing on the other side. "Come in, heros." He nodded and Thimoson gestured for them to move in. Finnigan walked in confidently, but his gazed never left Eldkatla, for some odd reason.

Sam was listening to the girl, but also noticed Nick Fury opening the doors for them and inviting them in. "That's really smart, but it looks like we need to move on. I can't whait to meet mister Fury." He said while walking towards the door. He took a few steps, but noticed that the girl was hesitating to go in. He walked back to her. "Are you nervous? Don't worry, I bet we all are. Just follow my lead and I will help you get through it." He said. He walked back towards the door now, carrying around his backpack, hoping the girl would follow him. If he was going to be part of the new generation of superheroes, he needed allies. And this girl seemed like a very good one.

"Why else would I be here?" Of course the number of potential answers to that were endless but thinking of any plausible answers was harder. Why would the daughter of a malevolent god who had once tried to claim the realm as his own choose to defend it? She didn't flinch under his gaze, looking straight back at him. So much like his father, but Thor was dead and to so willingly dismiss his suspicions did not bode well for Victor either.

And then a teammate - that would take some getting used to - strolled over, spouting peace. Looking him over quickly Kat smirked. "Do not fret, just a little history to settle." Before she could say anymore the door opened, drawing her attention to the impressive, though older, figure. Heroes. They were not all heroes here. Probably not something to voice in current company however, so she remained silent even though most may agree with her.

Was he still staring? It wasn't a situation she was unfamiliar with, increasingly so on Midgard, but they were strangers. This could be potentially very useful, or a huge pain; either way it was something to keep careful watch of. With a quick glance back to Victor she walked through the door with the rest.

Finnigan looked her up and down from a distance. She was pretty good looking. He smiled to himself, cockily, he had picked good one! "All in?" Fury asked briskly "Good." He stood in the Center. "As you all know, a threat has come, a big one, a bad one. Yet I think I faced it before." He nodded "This is a complicated task. But I wouldn't have called you if I didn't think you could do it." Finnigan smiled, Fury thought he was ready! That's the greatest reward. "Be prepared for the worst. Be prepared for failure. Be prepared for anything!" He paused, "We have been needed for a while now. The threat has grown. The question is p, how well do you work together? I will find out. Any questions at this point?"

Sam put up his hand. "Yes, excuse me sir, but how are we going to work together if we don't know anything about eachother? We should at least know eachother's ups and downs." He said. He liked to knew who he was working with before jumping straight into battle with them.

Jennifer nods to the man, before she begins to follow him. She was indeed nervous, quite nervous especially as she had already discovered that someone knew of her parents and their criminal record (and maybe even knew that she herself had stolen military tech), so she was determined to stay near the boy whom seemed to know nothing. There seemed to be quite a lot happening around her, and she would feel safer with him (though she could just pull out her gun and shoot anyone who opposed her). "I agree with him," Jennifer says, motioning to Sam after his comment of people needing to know eachother.

"You're right. You don't know each other. That's why we will put you through a simulation togheter, right now." He smiled "Just a test to see how well you work together." He stood up to leave the room, "Of you will follow me." The agents escorted them to a black room coverd in blue squares. "This is the simulation chamber. Get changed into your costumes and we'll get going." Finnigan walked into a cubical. "Wish I had X-Ray vision. So I could see that girl get changed." He quietly muttered.