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'This is one fucking pickle. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't. Every combat effective agent was clamoring to join the fight. And there they go. With Stark in the lead. Three fully loaded supersonic transports right behind him.' He noted that the first held the Avenger team minus Thor. The other two contained the three super soldier squads led by Colonel Finn. Their job was to establish a perimeter and containment zone. They would provide backup should the Avengers need assistance, and evacuate any civilians caught in the projected combat zone.
"Hill, you have something for me?"
"Yes, sir. Preliminary reports indicate that every biological life-form was affected. The entire K-9 unit is showing obvious signs of vast increase in intelligence aside from the physical improvements. Agent Drew's cat is no different. I thought pets weren't allowed sir; how was she able to obtain permission I'll never know?"
"Mind in the game, Hill." Fury's voice was quiet, but his tone gave away his annoyance.
"Yes, sir. Moving on, every member of the crew is at maximum health and all exhibit attribute increases. For most unaltered humans, the increase is at the maximum human level possible. There are also four hundred and eighty support personnel on light duty like agent Coulson. All were undergoing treatment to stabilize the damage done by the super soldier trials. All report that all damage has been reversed and their physical enhancements are active, but they are having adjustment issues. They'll need time and a period of adjustment to before they're ready for anything beyond what they are currently doing."
"For now keep them at their current assignments, until further notice, but get them to therapy to begin their rehabilitation. What else?"
"There are a few agents we had under observation. Thanks to Dr. Richards invention we were tracking several agents with a genetic disposition to gain Super Powers from a cosmic event. While the event we had was nowhere near the same power level that created the Fantastic Four, it was enough to activate some minor talents..."
"What kind of Talents? Will they be of any help to the current crisis?"
"Not really. For instance Agent Carol Danvers was spotted walking down a corridor..."
"...she was several inches above the floor. When confronted by another agent, Jessica Drew who was with her at the time, she denied doing so and when ordered to try she was unable to repeat the action. On her way out of the lab she was seen by the technicians this time walking over the floor instead of on it."
Fury pinched his nose and closed his eyes, "This is not helping, Hill. Agents like that are years away from achieving their full potential. Any one else?"
"There's lots of examples like that, sir. Dr. Samson's hair turned green, but no other increase above what everyone else has received. Dr. Sofen thinks that she can almost see a way to walk through walls, but is scared to death to even try, and so on and so forth."
"Enough, Hill. Enough, just file your findings, I'll go over it when the planet isn't facing certain destruction by the hands of marauding aliens." He went back to looking out the huge windows. The transports were out of sight and there was nothing but ahead on the horizon except for peaceful open skies.
"One more thing, sir..." She hesitated but surged ahead he needed to know. "It's the Marines, sir."
"What about them?"
"They getting ready for deployment." She brought up the Marine Barracks. The screens showed men getting their equipment ready for war.
"Leave them be. If we need them, at least they'll be able to deploy at a moments’ notice."
"What about the fighter wings?" Hill checked the data pad for the next item on her agenda and tried to see if she could sneak another hot item through.
"Tell them to stand down. We stick to the plan."
"They're not gonna be happy with that decision. They're all hopped up on all that extra energy and they need an outlet of some kind," she advised.
Fury fumed silently. It was not according to his plan. The Avengers has to be seen as the ones who defeated the invasion. The point had to be made that it takes only a few individuals needed to defeat any force that saw the Earth as a fruit ripe for invasion by any Yahoo who thinks he has power and can get away with it. Like Loki. Unfortunately for Loki he was just the example that Fury was looking for. He was also the reason they had to escalate their super soldier program and their weapons of mass destruction program. He did not need these headaches at his age, he was looking for a nice retirement, but it looked like that day was still decades away.
SHIELD Transport I
To Xander Faith looked like she was having a conversation with...no one, but herself. "Faith..." he elongated the ai sound.
Nothing. She was either ignoring him, which was possible, or she was in a serious conversation with someone, or be thought suspiciously something. He narrowed his gaze at the spear. He so was not touching her. He looked around inside the transport and at the people it held.
To his left Dawn and beside her Bruce Banner. Across from him sat Faith and her new toy. Cap to her right and Phil to her left. In the back Bobbi and Clint were getting renewing their romance. Their connection with each other stronger than ever. Natasha sat across from them without a single expression on her face. No help there. In the cockpit the pilot, some guy called Clay Quatermain was flying the plane, and the co-pilot was had a name tag that said Sam Wilson. Maybe him. Xander got out of his seat and walked up to Sam. "Hey buddy, you got any paper or tissues of some kind?"
Sam looked the guy with the Avengers. He wasn't sure who he was, but for some reason he felt he okay in his book. He looked around and found a small pack of tissues. he passed them along. "Here you go.
Got a runny nose or something?"
"Nah. I need something to make spitballs." Xander thanked Sam and went back to his seat.
A confused Sam looked at him for a brief second, but decided that he was jocking and went back to what he was doing.
Xander sat in his seat again, across from Faith and proceeded to make some spitballs. When he was sure he had enough, he targeted Faith and let go.
The first landed in her hair. This she ignored. The second grazed her left cheek and landed on Phil.
Phil gave him a look that said seriously. What are you up to? He knew Xander rarely participated of the 'Spitball" action.
Dawn was catching a quick nap and therefore was a non issue.
Natasha didn't blink. She was still staring at Clint and Bobbi. Who were so engrossed with each other, they didn't even notice what was going around them.
Cap looked at him not believing his eyes. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, "Are you some kind of child?"
Xander halted in mid blow on the third attempt. "No. I just like my limbs attached to my body." he took carefull aim.
Phil understood immediately. He unbuckled and got out of his seat as fast as he could. "Cap bail man, bail!"
Steve wanted to argue, but he trusted the other man's instinct. An agent like Phil Coulson would not play around like this. Which begged to wonder, what the hell is the kid doing playing around like that?
Sam Wilson couldn't believe what he was seeing. The punk was telling the truth, but what mystified him was Coulson's reaction. The man was a straight shooter and he bolted like his life was in danger. 'It's just a spitball for god's sake.' he thought.
Natasha noticed the action this time and was curious enough to stop starring at the oblivious couple who stayed oblivious. 'That's too much. Maybe Xander will share his spitballs?'
The commotion woke the lightly sleeping Dawn up. She saw Xander aim his blow gun at Faith and Phil and Cap were jumping away from their seats. "Why?"
"She's awake, but she will not respond to external stimuli.", he blew and this time the spitball landed right on target, in the middle of her forehead.
Dawn understood completely and went baqck to sleep. 'She must be having quite the daydream.'