It was around 1:21 am, the coffee in both of the mugs was ice cold by this point.  The stacks of paper works, folders, all strewn about on the glass tabletop as the two man were feeling the effects of this late night session.  "Not going to lie Fury, this is one Hell of a team you've got here."  The white, slightly balding man leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie as he spoke.  Still refusing to let his suit be loosened up even after all the time they spent working.  "Correction Agent Coulson, what we've got here."  The slightly larger stoic man told Coulson, his non patched eye glancing over to the other man as he remained standing.  "Either way, we've got two science whiz kids, a possessed biker demon, an air force pilot, a billionaire and his former adopted son I guess, a magician straight out of Vegas, a Hawaiian who looks like refuses to wear a shirt, a..."

"I'm well aware what I'm working with Coulson."  Fury's calm but focus tone quickly silenced the agent.  "Trust me I realize what we have here, too many combustible elements, not nearly the level of field experience I want for someone to go into the kind of things they're going to go into.  If Washington thinks this will work I'm glad they have such an active imagination, but they're frankly crazy."  Nick Fury breathed quietly out of his nose as he glanced around at the various files that were all laid sloppily in front of him.  Outside of 'Logan' and Virginia Potts, no one with any military experience.  Some of them Fury was seriously curious if they've ever thrown an actual punch in their lives. Regardless, it was worth a try, as the corruption within the different cities and states were getting out of line, and it was about time to crack down on it all. Regular SHIELD agents weren't going to cut it, as the influx of metahumans and different phenomenon was increasing with each day, month, and year that passed. He would overlook this operation, and give it a single chance.  He could make a plan B if he had to, he did before and he could again if need be.  If shit hit the fan, however...he didn't want to think of the backlash. It could either go peacefully, with the team breaking up and going their separate ways, or it could go another, more destructive path. Plan B would have to work, in that worst case scenario.  If he had to go to it though, it damn sure wasn't going to be pretty.

"We're going to brief them on the heli-carrier base, correct, Fury?" Coulson asked, rifling through a few of the assorted files. The assorted team truly was one of a kind. Fury grunted from across the table, bring a gloved hand up to rub the area around his eye patch. Migraines would be the least of his worries. "Yeah, I've sent notices of the location to them all. I want carriers ready to bring them from where ever to the helicarrier and have them here by 6 am local time sharp.  If they have a problem with it let the agents know they can slap them or something, usually a good way to wake someone up."  Fury's faint smile still hid wither he was being serious or not.  Coulson personally figured it'd be best to assume so, slapping any one of these people would probably end poorly.

~The Next Morning~

The last few weeks for Peter Parker had been all at once stressful, strange, and depressing all at once. Sure the space station project was never his dream idea. However it was something he put so much time and effort into it still meant the world to him to see it working, to be a part of something so potentially history altering. Than it all came crashing down with a damn cosmic radiation shower no one saw coming. Well they did, but it came two weeks ahead of what they had calculated. Still Peter has been searching with no results for the other two, trying to help assess what happened with the station and if it can be repaired, finally just trying to figure out what happened to him, and why all of the sudden his one of those Stretch Armstrong dolls he had as a kid. Just hopefully without the weird ooze that came out of that doll when you cut it open. In between it all he saw his Aunt and Uncle and ended up showing them what had happened to him, his aunt fainted. He couldn't blame her, the first morning he woke up in a hospital and his body was a noodle like mess of limbs and torso all over the bed and floor he was about ready to pass out from the shock.

When it was all said and done however, Peter knew in his heart the blame laid at his lap. Even when his superiors at the program tried to assure him it was a freak occurrence, something that no one could of possibly seen coming. Peter just blamed himself, it was his protection plans that failed. It wasn't even that it failed, it failed on a spectacular level. It was all going through his mind as his still sleepy brain tried to adjust to being in the small craft carrier. “Mr. Parker we'll be arriving in a few moments.” The SHIELD agent told him. He gave her a small smile and nod in response but soon as the clouds before the craft parted, his jaw hit the floor when he saw the helicarrier itself.

“Mwghagh shafgh!” Having to pick his jaw back up off the ground and put it back in place Peter let his neck slowly stretch out. Getting a closer view of the front window that showed this magnificent piece of modern know how. “Wow...” Peter could only mutter in awe of what he saw. He wanted to know more about this thing, everything that made it tick. Hell now he wanted to see what else SHIELD had up its sleeve.

As Peter got his sole gym bag of things he brought for this little introduction Peter tried to keep his geeky excitement contained as he stepped off the craft and into the helicarrier for the first time. It was simply amazing how the craft was able to sustain flight like this even with the sheer mass of people and metal it held up in the air so high. Peter wanted to find some of the people responsible for this, and immediately shake their hands in glee.

As Peter got inside, the SHIELD agent directed him to a small auditorium, he was the first one in it seemed like. Which wasn't a biggie as he was set to pull out his 3DS and get back on his Pokemon catching adventure. However footsteps and the door automatically opening suddenly brought that plan to a screeching halt. Peter's jaw hung loose as he had to keep it from hitting the ground again. He stared on as the person coming in immediately stopped seeing him. “...Gwen?” Peter asked.

“...Peter?” Gwen Stacy could only meekly let out in her shock. Dropping her backpack haphazardly to the ground.

Peter wasn't sure what to do, but his body went to putting his gym bag down, and going for a warm friendly hug with a friend he hadn't seen in some time. However said warm friendly hug quickly turned to getting tackled and shaken like James Bond's favorite drink. “PETER HOW COULD YOU JUST UP AND LEAVE LIKE THAT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU CAN'T EVEN SAY GOODBYE AND JUST LEAVE...!” Gwen's voice as she kept going was a weird combination of shock, glee, anger, frustration, and something else Peter was too busy getting his brain rattled in his head to figure out. “I just wanted a nice hug! I JUST WANTED A NICE HUG!” Peter called out in panic as the two SHIELD agents got Gwen off of Peter and the young man could get back to his feet.

Peter and Gwen needed a moment but they were able to slowly talk it out, sitting at two of the seats up front. Peter told Gwen about the think tank program, and how he ended up in space before cosmic radiation mutated him all elastic. Showing it off by stretching himself all the way from floor to ceiling of the room, and twisting himself around before snapping back to normal. Gwen on the other hand talked about Osborn Corp, and the spider that bit her leading to her powers. “Man, what the Hell happened to us?” Gwen casually asked leaning down on the nice padded seat. “Eh, considering how people looked at us I'm sure we fared better than expected.” Peter replied as he did likewise. Gwen paused for a moment, letting a soft smile creep onto her face as she glanced back at Peter. “Well, it is good seeing you again.” She told Peter, who glanced over and smiled back. “Yeah, likewise.”

There was a certain comfort that could be found in workout sessions. Pushing your body to your limit had a great way of relieving a certain anxiety that could build up. For some, that limit was still trying to be discovered. Virginia Potts, a Captain of the US Air Force and now titled "Marvel", appeared to have no limit as observers tried desperately to put a number to the twenty-two year old's strength. Using an advanced machine to apply massive amounts of resistance in a type of dead-lift format, they watched as the woman heaved godly amounts of weight, albeit straining and sweating at this point but still going.

The past six months of Virginia Pott's life have been an extraordinary experience, almost like she was born again and given the chance to experience live anew. Having now just taken up comic book reading, Veronica had to admit that there was no way to put into writing just how incredible it was to experience your body's new potential. Virginia felt like it was a true blessing.

Her only complaint was that she was still confined to a small facility on the fridges of society under the observation of SHIELD. Virginia knew little about SHIELD outside of a nondescript debrief and some scattered bits of dialogue. What she figured was that SHIELD appeared to be a genuine good but apparently so off the RADAR that not even a prototype pilot for the Air Force knew about them. It was something to raise an eyebrow at but SHIELD knew exactly how to dispel that disbelief. Chain of Command. Virginia had her orders, drafted straight from the Commander-in-Chief. So dispel she did.

"Alright Captain Potts, you may call it a day." Buzzed the room's intercom and with one last heave, Virginia managed to lift the machine off her back under her shaky arms. Tired, she collapsed to one knee and took a few long breaths before finding her strength quickly returning.

A second buzz sounded and following that immediately the door to the 'weight room' was opened. Virginia rose and turned to face whoever it was in an instant. Expecting a superior, Virginia snapped to attention and was ready to salute only to stop herself as the man was quicker to salute. "Morning, ma'am. I'm instructed to pass along your orders." He gave Virginia a nod before handing a manila envelope and saluting once more before turning and heading out the door. A quick glance inside revealed that she was being relocated...

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"Woah..." Virginia muttered without ever realizing it and leaned closer the window. The largest aircraft carrier she had ever seen was floating among the clouds. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief before she finally settled on the fact that this was real. Virginia had flown some stuff that was amazing but this was completely blew all those things out of the water.

Virginia continued her gawking at the Helicarrier as she passed along the tarmac and then into the interior. She was being lead by an Agent to a small auditorium, whose only inhabitants were two other security personal and two kids. The security personal straightened into a salute as they saw Virginia was wearing her uniform, marking her rank. Her bag was slung over her shoulder. She put them at ease and found a seat a few places away from where the two kids sat. Immediately her head began to swim with questions, mainly concerning the kids. Giving into her curiosity she finally broke the ice, "Err.. Hello?". She said in an attempt to be friendly.

Christian awoke early in the morning. He was doing physical exercises to keep himself in shape. One of the many philosophies Emma had taught him was that "your body needs to be as tough as your mind." So now he worked out his mind and body 5 hours a day each. He went up stairs to take a shower and when he got out, there was a present on his bed from Emma. He opened it and found a suit that was all white with a crossed shaped opening in the middle. A note fell out and he picked it up and read, "I know you don't have diamond skin so this should be the next best thing. Remember all Frost look good in white. Love Emma:)" Christian chuckled at the letter and stuffed the suit into his duffle bag along with the rest of his clothes. He had a satchel with his phone, computer and other technologies over his shoulder. He could here the SHIELD transport out side on the law and he went out to meet them.

He was going to be going with SHIELD to be on some dream team. Christian only agreed, because he wanted out of this house and Emma asked him to do it. Now he sat in a transport, headed to meet the others. One thing Christian didn't notice was that they were going up not straight and he soon saw the heli-carrier. It was massive and Christian might have been impressed if he was into the whole "engineering" thing. When they landed the agent led him inside the carrier to the auditorium were three others were already seated.

He sat on the edge next to the man and waited for the next big thing to happen. Christian decided to try to make friends so he turned to the man and introduce himself. "Hello I'm Christian Frost?" He said with a slightly British accent.
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Zachary Zatara was on the streets of Vegas that morning. He was setting up for a side show he did for extra cash on the side and he needed to get a good spot. One thing was gnawing at the back of his mind though. He had received a letter a few weeks ago from SHIELD enclosed by the government. It stated that he had been drafted to join a "team of elites" and help the world. He was supposed to send a letter of conformation but he never did, Zachary was not about to give up his seemingly stable life for some audition. But SHIELD had other ideas. The week after he did not send the letter, he almost lost his job, his bank accounts were frozen, and he nearly got evicted. Two of the three problems were fixed with some magic and charisma, but he was pissed.

So now Zachary needed to make some extra money and was setting up his cardboard box podium. When he went down to fix the box, something zipped passed his head, missing it by a few center meters. "What the he-!" He was cut off by a SHIELD agent asking him to come with her quietly or she would have to use force. He reached for his wand and got stuck twice in the back. He fell to his knees, but before he passed out he pulled the two tranquilizer darts that said elephant on the side.

Zachary black out but his mind was still awake. He watched the SHIELD agents pick his body up and carry it to the transport and fly out of Vegas. While he was on the transport he starred at the female agent and it felt like she was staring back at him, no through his soul. "Wow these guys are creepy." He thought to himself. When they arrived he was carried to the auditorium and sat on the floor. Zachary saw that there was four other people in the room but he could say anything to them. So he just had to wait for himself to wake up.

"How much did they shoot me with?"

A cigar's light lit up the darkness of the night and it's smoked snaked through the air escaping into the night sky as Logan made his way into a small pub. He was by no means a regular here at the 'Broken Glass' as it was called, but his face had been seen once or twice in the past week at the pub. The old wood of the floor creaked because of the extra weight of Logan's skeleton as he made his way across to the bartender. He ordered a pint of beer, and began to slowly drink from it when it arrived. It wasn't long before trouble stirred up though, trouble seemed to follow Logan like a bad smell.

Some local hicks had thought it was a great idea to try and pick a fight with Logan, obviously thinking that their number difference would give them the advantage over such a short, normal guy right? Wrong. Logan obviously wouldn't kill the men, they weren't exactly guilty of anything except being dickheads. He would, however, break a few bones. He cracked his metallic knuckles, and turned to the men as they slung mindless insults at him. He eventually interrupted them.
"Are you fucks gonna talk all night, or are you going to fight?" His voice was a low growl, the men just seemed to look at each other and laugh before readying into fighting positions. Logan rose from his chair, his thumbs hooked into his belt as he waited for a punch to come his way. When it did, it came from the left, Logan ducked to his right, grabbed the arm and chucked the owner of said arm across the pub and onto a table sitting against a wall. The next punch came from his right, Logan weaved under it and sent a literal rib-cracking punch into the chest of the guy. Logan then turned and done a sort of dempsey roll, dodging the swings coming from his opponent and sending punches to his opponents blindside. Of course, the man fell rather quickly.

Logan stood in the centre of the pub, the two unconscious bodies beside him and another sleeping on the top of a rather dirty table. He pulled his cigar holder from his pocket before pulling a cigar from said holder. He raised his lighter to his mouth as he lit it before turning to meet a shotgun to his face.
"Just get out, I don't want trouble in this pub so just leave if you want to keep your face" Said the bartender. Logan just grinned, shaking his head. He picked his jacket up and left the pub safe in the knowledge that a shotgun posed as much threat to him in the long term as a water gun did.

As he exited the pub, he was met with a rather weirdly proportioned, lanky man who tried to get his attention as Logan began to walk on his way. Logan was under the impression that the tall weirdo would leave him alone if he just ignored him. He realized this wasn't the case and turned and finally answered the man. As it turned out, S.H.I.E.L.D wanted him to come to something called a helicarrier. He'd probably have been glad if he knew who S.H.I.E.L.D was.

The Next Day
Logan looked out of the window of the rather high-tec plane he was being flown to the 'helicarrier' on. He hated planes. Not heights or anything, just planes. He didn't understand them, how could something so massive and so heavy fly? And, for that matter, how did helicopters fly? It wasn't worth thinking about to be honest and Logan was more set on finding out why he was being taken to a 'helicarrier'.

He was guided by a S.H.I.E.L.D agent through the hanger and into an auditorium in which a group of teenagers and what seemed to be someone of military status inside the auditorium. Logan was surprised to also receive a salute from the two guards who, unbeknownst to him, had been briefed on Logan's rank and his rather....short temper. To tell the truth he probably wouldn't have even noticed if he hadn't been saluted, he was more focused on finding out why he was here and why he was in a room filled mostly with teenagers. His mind drifted back to 'Kindergarden Cop' and he shuddered with dread. He thought he'd at least try to be civil though and he made his way over to the group, his thumbs hooked into his belt. He pulled a cigar from his holder, but he was quickly informed by a guard that smoking was not prohibited in the auditorium. Logan grimaced at the guard, sliding it back into his holder and stuffing it into his back pocket. He turned to the group.
"Pretty official, this, eh?" He looked up to the ceiling of the auditorium and then back to the group.
"Does anyone actually know why we're here then?"

Johnny Blaze
The Broken Glass

Johnny's botted foot slammed against the rough, wooden door of the bar, sending wood splintering across the dirty, dusty floor, and causing the attention of at least a dozen large, slobbering men to blare against his leather-wrapped form at almost the exact same time. The blonde-haired man didn't even flinch, silence now penetrating the previous loud atmosphere as Johnny made his way towards the bar, his combat boots cracking along the floor with each footstep. The stares continued, even as he casually sat down on one of the torn, barely cushioned seats, bring his elbows up to rest against the rough wooden surface of the counter top. Blue eyes glanced up at the bartender, locking eyes with the cautious greasy-haired man, whom had stopped wiping dirt into an already dirty shot glass. As he looked into the man's eyes, he felt it. The worming, slithering sin of a rapist, a conman, and a murderer. This is what he had been feeling...this is what his soul had been yearning to devour. This is what had kept him from sleeping the past night. With a snort, Johnny looked back down onto the wooden surface of the counter-top, his gloved fists clenching.

"Whiskey. The full bottle." He muttered, his deep, rough voice holding a slightly raspy undertone. The bartender was broken out of his reverie by the request, the greasy-haired man nodded once, reaching underneath the counter to grab a large bottle of dusty, oldened whisky. His perverse, sickening grin was barely hiddened as he bent down to grab the whiskey, but Johnny had already caught the sight. Then that's how it's gonna' go down... The bottle was slid across the counter to him, and Johnny caught it by the neck, popping the top with the tip of his thumb. Everyone watched the man, the thugs holding grins on their faces as they waited for the next fool to fall for the bartender's 'death whiskey' con.

Johnny stood, the 'death whiskey' now closer and closer to his lips. The thugs begin to edge closer, ready to grab him and take his money, jacket, and anything worth anything once he died from the poison overtaking his system. Johnny pressed the bottle fully to his mouth, and downed it all, amongst the clowd of onlookers. As the crowd began to laugh, Johnny wiped his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, before cracking his neck.

"Y'know..." He began, his voice beginning to grow more raspier with each syllable said, "That was som' really good whiskey!" At the end of his sentence, Johnny suddenly growled his words loudly, his voice turning deeper and disembodied, and much, much more demonic. The thugs were shocked, and began to back away, only for Johnny's head to begin shaking at an abornmal wait, growling as his face began to blacken. One man, a bald one, yelled and sprinted forward, a meaty fist slamming against Johnny's face, and throwing his head sharply to the right. The crowb began to gain their momentum back at the hit, and the bald man began laughing.

"Nice...hit." Crimson, searing hot fire suddenly blasted from every pore of Johnny's exposed body, blinding the thugs around him. As the light slowly began to become normal, the bald blinked his eyes, staring at the...thing in front of him. It took him seconds to completely gain his eyesight back, and when he did, he shat himself...literally. A flaming skeleton in spiked leather stared back at him, grabbing him by the neck with it's right gloved hand. A dark spot on the bald man's front side of pants showed that he had also pissed himself. The flaming skeleton tilted it's head, seeming to sniff the air, before it glanced down at the man's soiled trousers. It began to release a demonic yell, barfing flaming hell-fire and molten lava out of it's mouth, causing the bald man to scream as his skin and soul was melt alive where he stood. Johnny held him with one hand, even as he became nothing more than goop. He dropped the remains, lowly looking up at the crowd. They all stared back, each one shaking in their boots, and most having soiled themselves as well. The already disgusting-smelling pub began to smell even worse.

The sound of a shotgun cocking behind him caused Johnny to instinctively twist on his feet, his hand lashing out with the emptied whiskey bottle. A demonic laugh ripped from his skeletal throat as the whiskey bottle cracked against the bartender's head, sending him flying into the wall behind him. The Ghost Rider instantly blurred through the air, appearing on the table with his head twisted unnaturally, before appearing to the side of the bartender, his empty black eye sockets simply staring at the man. The broken entrance to the pub was suddenly blocked by Hell-Fire, and as one man tried to run through the wall of flames, he was instantly vaporized and melted. The Hell-Fire slowly began to spread to the walls of the pub. The Ghost Rider grabbed the bartender by the chest, picking the man up and slamming him into the wooden counter, easily breaking right through the wood, before picking the man up once again, hanging him in the air as he stared into the man's eyes. The man could only stare, along with everyone else in the pub, although some still attempted to escape, which ended with their demise. The Rider's eyes began to glow a deep, molten red, mirrored by Butch's own.

"You're all...guilty. For the sins...the overwhelming sins. But you, Butch Manning...do you remember the sobs that escaped your wife's heart as you plunged the knife deeper into her chest, cleaving any and all of the spirit and life she had left behind from your already abusive marriage? Do you remember the pain in your mother and father's eyes as you kicked them out of their own home, under the pretense of a retirement home? Do you remember...sneaking into their retirement home, and slitting their thro-"

"I-I'M SORR-"

"Forgiveness is only within the eye of the Beholder...and the Beholder have judged you as guilty. Live your sins, all of your sins...for eternity. Feel their pain, their betrayal...their humiliation, their sadness, their anger, and their desperation!"

As the fire began to consume them all, they could only watch as the bartender began to scream an ungodly, pain-filled scream, as his soul was sent to Hell.

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Outside of the Broken Glass
Johnny Blaze

Outside of the burning establishment, within the dark, shadowy Hell's Kitchen, a blonde-haired man in a leather jacket leaned against a parked low-riding motorcycle, a nottle of wine in his hands. He took a sip of the so-called 'Death Wine', feeling the hemlock squeeze going down his throat with the feeling of fire. The man grunted, a frown pulling at his lips. "How long're you gonna' stand there?" He called out, his blue eyes sharply turning to a slightly distorted shadow in the already darkened alleyway. A woman in a sharp uniform walked out into the open, and although there was a helmet and visor covering her face, he could practically see the fear wafting off of her professional form like the smell of sin wafted off of a guilty man. Johnny straightened up dropping the wine at his feet. As it fell against the ground, it suddenly exploded in a small circle of Hell-Fire, destroying it forever.

"Are you M-Mr. Blaze?" She asked, her voice wavering for a second, before steeling itself. Obviously, she had seen the show that had happened not too long ago. Johnny shrugged, his blue eyes beginning to narrow. "Depends on whose askin'." He responded, crossing his arms over his chest.

"S.H.I.E.L.D." The woman responded, taking a pair of keys out of her pockets. She clicked a button located on the keyring, and the sound of hovering began to grow louder and louder. This was the agent, then. He had already talked with Fury on this all...well, not all. The man had approached him at some bar, and had offered the proposition. He guessed that he had offered before-hand, since everyone apparently thought the Ghost Rider was 'unstable' and 'dangerous'. He guessed they'd be right. Regardless, he had agreed to this, and to respectable people, he would honor his word 'till they did something that made him say 'fuck it' and leave. He pushed off of his motorcycle bike, uncrossing his arns. The high-tec plane slowly uncloaked, revealling itself in all of it's sharpness. Johnny's right eyebrow rose, slightly. "Damn."

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As the SHIELD agent opened the door, bringing him into an auditorium, Johnny looked over his surroundings. It was a pretty big space, but the thing that brough the most attention to him was the people near the center. A rather short, yet stocky man that he thought he dully remembered from a few bars, a geeky-looking teen, a similarly geeky-looking girl that looked around the same age as the geeky boy, a girly, feminine-looking blonde boy, and a militarized woman. Johnny exhaled, cracking his hands, heat beginning to waft from his body.

"What are you doing?" The woman asked, stopping in her prompt walk. Johnny frowned, looking down at the agent.

"I guess I won't be beatin' their asses?" He asked, dropping his hands. He had to resist a demonic grin when the woman flinched back at the thought of him fighting. Well damn, he really did leave a lasting impression on her. As she began walking over to the group, Johnny followed, his bootsteps creating a clicking sound with each step. If these weren't some jackasses that he had to fight - which was a relief, since he didn't really sense sin on the younger kids - then, naturally, he assumed that this was that 'group' Fury had warned him about. Just his goddamn luck...to be paired with a bunch of brats, an effeminate weirdo, and...a guy he couldn't really insult within his mind, due to not really having any qualms with his outward appearance. Shit.

As they stopped close to the group, the Agent walked over to her other Agents, joining them in being all silent and intimidating. Johnny snorted, walking over to the group, and greeting them with a stiff 'Wassup' nod. "Name's Blaze." He said shortly, so that he wouldn't need to go through awkward introductions later. He felt like this was going to be a really shitty process. If they tried to stop him from doing his job, then that's when the real problem would come out...

Kaleolani was on top of the communication tower plucking away at his ukulele. He promised both his moms that he would not forget where he came from on the mainland, an hour a day for hula and an hour for ukulele. He never did them back to back so as to spread the influence out over the day.

Up here on the top of the ship, he could just look out over the edge and see the world. The whole of it all made him seem so small, what could he do to help it all? 'Little people need little things, big people need big things, but anything to help anyone is important.' It was an odd wisdom his momma told him to get him to always help strangers and neighbors.

"I see trees of green, red roses too-"

"MANA! GET DOWN HERE!"

He could tell they weren't yelling out of anger, just to be heard. Looking over the other edge of the tower stood one of the 'skittles' with a folder for him. Her name was Johannah Jameson and she at times seemed to straddle the line between friend and 'handler'. He rolled off the roof and dropped at least thirty feet to the titanium deck plate with a *THUD*.

"What was that for? You could have just floated down"

"Just taking the express elevator, ma'am."

"Don't "ma'am" me, I don't outrank you. You don't even have a rank for me to outrank you with. Now come on, you got a meeting. And put your damn shirt on!"

"Yes ma'am."

The Hawaiian pulled his black t-shirt from a back pocket to put on and came into the briefing room barefoot with his sandals tucked into the back pocket. Nodding to everyone present. Surely this slacker took the hang loose too seriously as he looked around for a bite to eat or something to drink. The ukulele was still in his hand as he took an open spot near Captain Potts.

" 'Loha."

His blue eyes kept nagging himself to look over at the guy in all the leather. There was something... fearful about that guy and He used lava for poi balls one time. This man evoked a sense of... vulnerability In Mana and it bothered him deeply.

Dick yawned as his alarm beeped a little quietly. With a groan, he pulled himself up and out of bed, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He wasn't really a morning person, considering he did most of his stuff at night. Still, he wouldn't miss this for the world. Today, he was going up to the SHIELD Helicarrier. Join that new team that he was told about. He didn't like that the transport chopper was coming so early, but he was sure he could catch some sleep on the ride there anyways.

He set some coffee to brew, before putting on some civvies, a cyan tank top and some black jeans. Slipping his small utility belt on under it of course. He might not have had to follow Bruce's orders anymore, but, occasionally, the man did give good advice. He quickly checked to make sure all his stuff was there. Extra fear-serum canisters, a few smoke pellets, his grappling hook, and of course, his patented Crownai. His medical glove and cape were attached to his costume though, and he wouldn't be wearing his costume just yet.

He grabbed the backpack in-which he had stuffed his costume, and spare sets of everything. Also grabbing up a disposable cup and pouring some coffee into it, he made his way to the roof. He sipped on it silently as the cool Gotham City air nipped at him. He cursed himself for wearing a sleeveless shirt. Luckily, he didn't have to wait long, as only a few minutes later, a SHIELD agent met him, and introduced himself as such. "Hey." Dick exclaimed with a grin. The agent simply nodded, and summoned the helicopter. Dick huffed at getting stuck with such a spoil-sport, but stepped into the vehicle anyways.

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"Get up."

Dick mumbled as he shook himself awake. It seemed, they were here. He took a peek out the window of the helicopter to the billion dollar explosion of extravagance. It looked cool, certainly. but it seemed like it had no purpose for how much money was blown on it. A lot of tax payer money funneled into maintaining something this was probably the reason they hired a small group of separate people. Didn't want to have to have the citizenry dying, as well as paying money for this military-like cause.

Dick hopped off the aircraft, and was guided to an auditorium room with some other people. Mostly young people, like him, but there were a few twenty-somethings. He was going to sneak out to explore the place later, but for now, he would introduce himself to the group. He situated himself near the nerdy boy, near the front, and told the team, "Hey, I'm Dick. You guys are?"

Rachael looked up. A colossal drop of shimmering water was plummeting towards her. Although the water wouldn't affect her even at her current size if it hit her, it would be good practice if she rolled out of the way regardless. Having done so in the nick of time, the water splashed at her heels as she stood upright and surveyed the rest of her boundless bathroom from the front of her sink. Occasionally in her free time, Rae would set up miniature obstacle courses in her bathroom, designed to test her strength and agility while also improving her ability with the Atom suit.

Suddenly she heard a knock at her door, dividing her attention for a split second from another drop crashing down onto her head, splashing over her visor. Rachael groaned as she leaped from the sink, regrew, and headed for the front door. She peered through the peephole, spying two individuals, one male, the other female. Were these the S.H.I.E.L.D agents sent to pick her up? She had been expecting them, but she wasn't sure when they would arrive. Feeling a tad restless, she shrunk down into the keyhole, and crawled through out the other side.

Rachael snuck up behind the two agents, grinning all the while as they waited for her to answer the door. She returned to her normal size as she spoke through her helmet. "Uh, is there something I can help you with?" The startled agents spun around before they regained their composure. That never got old.
"I'm assuming that since you're wearing her suit that you're Rachael Palmer?" the female agent inquired. Rachael unfastened the oxygen tubes connected to her helmet and removed it, revealing a reserved smile framed by messy brown hair. The male agent finally spoke up.
"Apologies for being curious, ma'am, but... Can I ask why you look like you've been out in the rain?" he said, looking at the water droplets all over the suit.
Rae simply stared at him blankly. "I just got out of the shower. Let me get dressed before we go."

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Rachael sat in the extravagant and lavish jet that she was travelling to the helicarrier in. She marveled at the technology aboard the jet, it was like none she had ever seen on this type of plane. She was more than excited to see whatever the 'heli-carrier' was. As she stared out of the window, clouds passed by as if it was a blur, and Rachael could barely contain the excitement within her chest, despite seeming composed on the outside. This is what she had even began this experiment for - this is why she had created the suit, and this is why she fought crime within the streets of Gotham and Ivytown. If only John were here with her to see it...

The plane she sat in began to slow down, and Rachael stood, face peering through the window as the heli-carrier came into view. It was even larger and grander than she had even expected, and the excitement became noticeable on her face, a smile beginning to split her lips into two. "Disembarking now." A monotone voice came from within the plane's speakers, and there was a minor bump as the plane landed on the platform. The door opened, springing sunlight within the plane's compartment, and Rachael leaped down onto the hot metal of the heli-carrier's heli-pad, her smile now turned into an eager grin.

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The auditorium was incredibly large, so much so that if she was the size of a fly, the room would seem to stretch into infinity. In the centre of the auditorium were a group of individuals, presumably the group she was supposed to meet. Rachael adjusted the strap of her white satchel containing her suit, and stepped forward. Before she could introduce herself, a glint from the shoulder of one of the group members caught her eye. "Are those real spikes? Nice." she pestered, as she gently tapped them.

"Two hours till pickup,"

Arron was awake now and there was no going back to sleep, he was standing on his parents back balcony with that bright light shining in his eyes, he could feel the word on the tip of his tongue, like dancing with magic. He smiled as the word left his lips, "Shazam!" The lightning struck him and transformed him into Morningstar.

Morningstar flew through the city at high speed, he continued to push the limit until he heard the telltale sound of the sound barrier breaking around him. He was enjoying flying and taking in the beautiful morning when he noticed a bunch of cop cars outside of The Metropolitan bank. "Aww yeah...let's get it started!" Morningstar dipped down and shot into the bank without slowing down, he nabbed one of the men and took him out into the sky, "Bank robbery...really?" The man went to curse Morningstar but was rendered unconscious by a quick slap from the back of Morningstar's hand. He was then dropped off to the police as Morningstar made another loop this time taking two of the remaining three men, knocking the hell out of them along the ride, the last guy was the one Arron wanted to really talk to. He landed inside with the man and held out his hand, "Just hand over the gun...this is over." The man looked around desperately before finally relenting and handing over the gun, and like that...the robbery was over.

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By the time he made it home the agents had arrived to pick him up, Arron landed and smiled at the Agents, "Am I late?" one of the agents shook his head as the helicopter arrived to take them to the team meeting. Arron said the word turning him back to normal, "well...I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

Once they arrived Arron let out a gasp of awe at the massive helicarrier, then he was led inside where everyone else was and he let out a friendly was, Yo! Name's Arron...I like videogames and stuff... he let out a laugh since everyone else seemed way to serious.

"I- I don't know! I don't even know the guy!"

The man's heartbeat was off the charts, he was afraid... and lying. The man was holding a fully loaded AK-74, but no amount of weaponry would make him feel safe from what was about to come... and he knows it.

"Oh... you don't know anything, huh?"

Her voice bounced around the alleyway, hidden in the shadows--hidden from sight. Daredevil had been tracking down a crime boss--and this just happened to be his top lieutenant. This man was afraid, but who could blame him? He had heard the stories of "The Devil of Hell's Kitchen", how this one woman could take down five bouncers to a hospital within minutes. Daredevil was fear personified, she struck fear into the hearts of criminals all around Hell's Kitchen as she stalked the streets at night. It's to the point when if you mention "Devil" to a crime-lord, they would shit themselves. Daredevil, this single woman, was why criminals breathed easier when the sun rose every morning.

"Th- that's right! And you ain't gonna see the light of day! 'Cause I'ma be the guy to kill ya'!"

He readied his AK-47 and smirked, "They say you're not human... but I don't believe that shit--you're just some pissed off girl on her period!"

Daredevil broke into a laugh, her laugh bounced all around the alley.

"I like you Kyle. I bet Nancy would like you too."

"Who the hell's Nancy?"

"The one who has to work overtime in the hospital to make sure poor thugs like yourself don't end up choking on their own blood after I beat them senselessly."

It was then, right then, she rushed from the shadows towards him. She was light on her feet yet running at the speed of an Olympic athlete. Daredevil tossed her billy club at the lieutenant's AK-47, knocking it out of his hands and sent skidding across the concrete. His heartbeat escalated quickly, no adjective able to describe the immense fear he felt at that very moment. Within the same four seconds, Daredevil delivered a spinning wheel kick to his skull--instantly incapacitating him and sending him collapsing to the ground.

"Anti-climatic. Mmmph."

Daredevil tilted her head upwards, she heard somebody was coming this way--no, two people. Both armed with a... she could smell the type of bullet but she couldn't place the name. But she knew that for sure those were military grade weaponry they were armed with. They were both behind her, staring at her. She could tell one of them was supposed to say something but was hesitating, so she took the initiative and spoke for them without even turning her head in their direction.

"You're with SHIELD, aren't you? I'm surprised you all came down from your flying fortress just for me."

She heard one of the agent's heartbeat fasten, not expecting her to know about SHIELD.

"Y- yes. We're here with an invitation. However, might I ask how you know about SHIELD?"

"That's..." She turned around closed her useless eyes and smiled, "...classified."

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"It's louder than I predicted." Daredevil spoke as she stepped off the helicopter and onto the helicarrier. She was in-costume and ready to fight, just as she always was. Deep in her heart, Daredevil is her real self, Madelyn Murdock is simply a mask. She demonstrated this by showing up to the helicarrier in costume. Not to mention the agents found it nearly impossible to discover her identity, so they gave up with that approach and actually captured the lieutenant last night and set him right in the heart of Hell's Kitchen. All so they could get in contact with her.

She was led into the auditorium and spoke to no one, and instead just took a seat. She examined the others with her senses, but decided not to initiate any form of conversation with them. SHIELD is obviously forming some type of team... a "suicide squad" almost. Who can blame them? The other "people" could be used for things that SHIELD--or the government--couldn't accomplish on their own. Hell, they could just blame these individuals if the mission turns out for the worse. Luckily for her, she had done a little homework on this roster before she came in this morning. These people were all unique and they all had abilities--well, except one of them. However, his intellect and fear toxin made up for this.

The only reason Daredevil accepted the invitation to the team was because if these other individuals were to undergo mind control or turned on humanity, she would need more information on their abilities so she could come up with a plan to neutralize them if necessary. She wasn't here to fight monsters, she was really here to observe the others.

With Peter and Gwen both having arrived first they got a front row seating to the showcase of all their new teammates. Course the both of them had bigger issues to fry. Namely catching up on old times as they hadn't seen one another in years. Peter talked a good bit about the program, though while he sounded proud about everything, a sudden drop in joy over the fated space station told Gwen a lot about it. She nodded in understanding, and while he wanted to know more she knew Peter enough to know prodding about these kind of things isn't good. 'Another time...' she told herself. After all if nothing else this was about the good times, not the downers.

Gwen on the other hand talked all about Oscorp, and was interested in how Peter talked about almost interning at the place. He didn't, due to a lot of reasons. The biggest thing though was everything about some of the projects he saw and Norman Osborn himself. The man just had an unsettling aura to him. Plus with some of the genetics experiments Peter made it clear he wanted no part of it. For Gwen it did explain some things. Randomly one day Henry Osborn just stopped wanting to be around Peter in general. The two got along great until suddenly they wanted nothing to do with one another. Gwen never got a reason why but now it started to make sense.

The two chit chatted some more about whatever as the rest came in, the first one being Virginia Potts. Peter and Gwen both looked over, giving a wave, head nod, and a collective “Hey.” and “Sup?”

Next up was Christian Frost, Gwen got a little hot under the collar for the guy as he was quite handsome, plus she loved the British accent. Peter rolled his eyes a little with Gwen seeing it.

“So uh, no one going to ask why the drunk dude just got dragged in here?” Peter asked aloud as it seemed like Zachary Zatara went unnoticed.

Logan was an interesting sight after the other various fellow young looking people. The gruff looking tough guy caught both of their attentions and neither wanted to say anything. Even Gwen, who could bench press the guy in her sleep. Wanted nothing to do since he just looked like someone who had seen shit.

If he wasn't bad enough, Johnny Blaze just straight up scared the two as they tried very actively to stay out of his way, even scooting over a few seats to get away from him. The guy just made both of them feel fearful for their lives. “Man they've really plucked out the cream of the crop for this didn't they?” Gwen muttered to Peter who could only meekly chuckle.

Kaleolani Kona also got some of Gwen's interest. But even Peter had to admit that guy was pretty good looking.

Dick seemed like a nice enough guy, but Peter still giggled at his name as quietly as possible to himself. He couldn't help it, he has the mentality of a child. Gwen quietly smacked him upside the head to make him stop.

Neither of them really paid too much attention to Rachel when she came in, however as Aaron was last in both Peter and Gwen immediately looked over at the mention of video games. “Woo yeah!” Peter shouted with a fist pump. “I like you already!” Gwen told him with a thumbs up.

Finally came Daredevil, they knew it was Daredevil mostly because despite the whole 'Arrive in normal clothes with costume in tow'. She apparently just decided to up and show up in costume. Course if the facts about her are to be believed... maybe she just didn't read the note on a count of the lack of eyes? Although Gwen dared Peter to ask if she didn't read the memo on a count of blindness. He figured that would be a good way to get twisted and knotted up like a pretzel.

“Alright alright settle down, we don't have all year.” Before Peter and Gwen could keep up the dorky act. Nick Fury had come into the room. Immediately grabbing attention from everyone as he was one to do. “Now then, my name is Nick Fury. You can call me Nick, Mr. Fury, doesn't really matter to me. All of you have been brought here for one reason and one reason only.” As Nick strolled around the large table at the end of the auditorium the table lit up revealing a holographic imagery of various news footage and newspaper clippings of super powered people having committed crimes or just general destruction around the world were coming up. Different languages and scenes with various levels of horror.

“The world has suddenly started becoming a not so friendly place. People gaining power are abusing them and hurting innocent civilians. Police can only do so much, Hell my organization even with its technology and training can only handle so much. That's where each of you come in. You were handpicked because of not just your abilities but your potential and character. This is a chance for each of you to do something about each of these stories. Every single life lost, every single thing stolen, each of you can do something about it. Now to get...” Before Nick could go any further a SHIELD agent came into the room. Awkwardly looking in and knocking, immediately getting Fury's ire as he sighed irritated and rubbed his forehead. “Sir sorry to interrupt but...” “This better be important agent.” Nick's glare at the agent turned however as the agent began muttering something to him, showing him some paperwork from inside a file.

“Sir our tracking searches for that weapons cache we never got, we were able to track down that they were intercepted.” The agent whispered to Nick Fury. “We believe it was the work of Kingpin, right now we don't have an exact location for the weapons since they must of scrambled the signal they're suppose to put out. We have three possible locations in New York they could be in.” Nick glanced down at the map then back up to the superhero team in front of him. The plan he had for the day was going to have to wait a bit but this might actually be in his best interest. “Alright, give all this to Coulson and tell him to ready up transportation, three undercover vehicles. Thank you.” Fury turned back to the heroes as the SHIELD agent ran off.

“Well guess we can all just go ahead and cut straight to the chase. My agent just informed me about a recent cache of weapons that went missing. Turns out they were stolen and are now hiding somewhere in New York City. So I can go ahead and start seeing all of you in action immediately.” Nick Fury had inputted into the table some information off of a small hidden away keyboard. “Now any and all weapon caches we acquire come with trackers for just such a situation. Turns out however our thieving friends knew this and scrambled them. We do now however know they're in a particular part of New York City, and in one of three locations. So with that in mind...” Nick Fury glanced around at the heroes quickly with his one eye. “Peter and Rachel, the both of you will be going to location A, Zachery and Richard, you'll both be going to location B, finally Christian and Gwen, the both of you will be going to location C. Just stay here for a moment and agent Coulson should be here to fill each of you in on the details. In the meantime Virginia, Jonathan, Logan, Aaron, Kaleolani, and Madelyn, the six of you will be going with me to our training area. I want to see just what exactly it is here I'm working with. Now then with all that settled, I'll speak to the six of you heading out later, and for the rest of you, follow me please.”

As Nick Fury left the room, taking the six more powerful heroes with him. Peter after a quick moment of silence in the room piped up. “Okay so which one of you is Rachel? I mean.... and I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but its the only other girl in the room right?” Peter asked to Gwen's chuckle.

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After hearing about the situation Christian tired to wrap around his mind what was going on. He was going to be going on his first mission a few hours with someone he had never met before. In reality he knew that this was just some test to see if he was cut out for the job, but he could not understand what was so important about these weapons. He had tried to read Nick's mind but the man had a cage of steal up there and the only thing he could get was static.

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Christian looked over to the girl named Gwen. He did not like to find out what he wanted by intruding on others minds, Christian thought it ruined the human experience. So he got up and went over to stand in front of the girl. "Hello I'm Christian, it's nice to meet you." Introductions were always an important thing to him, first impressions, you only get one.

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Zachary had been in stasis the entire time of the meet and greet. He was fuming, he always had authority issues but this was beyond that. SHIELD, had tried to ruin his life and kidnapped him, Nick had some explaining to do. Zachary listened to his whole speech and was still upset. Why did the over controlling, psychopathic maniac have to kidnap him if he just wanted to offer him a job. Nick could have just asked over the phone like any regular person, but NO!! He had to go all "Alpha-Male" and do things the hard way.

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Zachary had finally woken up at the end of his speech. He could not complain about the great nap he had just taken but still was a little upset about being put in it in the first place. His partner was some guy named Richard. Dick, he thought to him self and began laughing. He could be childish, but now was not the time, Zachary stated to look around but it is not like Nicky have them photos of their blind dates so he would have to do this the hard way. Richard! Richard! Where are you?

"In the meantime Virginia, Jonathan, Logan, Aaron, Kaleolani, and Madelyn, the six of you will be going with me to our training area. I want to see just what exactly it is here I'm working with. Now then with all that settled, I'll speak to the six of you heading out later, and for the rest of you, follow me please.”

Kaleolani Was both pleased and worried at being kept back. He really didn't want to be near the sense of vulnerability Johny instilled in him but he also liked the idea of getting to show off before being assigned a mission. Call it ego, but he liked to demonstrate the punishment he could take and what he liked to call 'pele's kiss'.

He remembered the year he had to keep blindfolded when the 'gift' first came to him, it happened when a boy started bulling the others in the neighborhood. All he did was stare down at the boy's feet as he just got madder and madder until the skin suddenly blistered and burned. His Makuahine convinced everyone that it was a brown tree snake bite but after that he suddenly had a need for glasses. Just like the tattoos on his thighs, some things that were magical managed to work on him. Such as the non prescription lenses made from thin layers of blessed pahoehoe kept him from harming people with his eyes until he learned to control himself.

He filed out with the rest with his bare feet slapping on the deckplate.

Madelyn followed behind Nick Fury as she was one of the few who were being left behind, she was planning to remain silent as she had planned to. However, she realized something about the hawaiian that she found... interesting. If her ears were correct, he was wearing glasses as she could hear the slight jiggle of the frame as he walked--however these couldn't have been prescriptions lenses. He would not need any glasses in the first place, from what she had heard about Kaleolani, his vision is heightened to that of a God. So why would he need glasses? She silently asked herself, but then her hypothesis came as fast as the question. Perhaps he could not--or found it difficult--to control his newfound vision abilites, such as the ability to being able to peek through walls and create heat beams from his pupils.

Perhaps, I could teach Kaleolani how to filter his senses naturally. But I should observe him in the training room beforehand, perhaps he has a way to control it I have yet to understand. Daredevil thought, preparing to take notes in her head of what Kaleolani was capable of. She was very interested in what she could learn about him and the others being led to the training room.