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I said yes, of course. I wasn’t stupid. When some weird government spies want your help to keep the world safe and possibly work with Avengers, you don’t say no. Especially when they don’t mind that fact that you’ve been considered a criminal for most of your life. Fury left me with Coulson soon after I agreed to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. By then, the waitress had come back with a coffee for Coulson and more people seemed to enter the diner. Bet Fury had something to do with that. I finished my meal and Coulson drank his coffee in silence. When the check came, I began to pull out my wallet, but Coulson beat me to it. He put a twenty on the table, giving me a soft smile.
“A man always pays for the ladies meal, even when it’s simply coworkers having breakfast,” He told me, standing from the booth. I followed suit with a snort.
“Someone tell that to my brothers. If they know I have cash on me, they leave it to me.” Coulson chuckled as he led me out of the diner.
“Unfortunately, family seems to be the exception to the rule.” Walking through the parking lot, Coulson led me to my car. Next to it was a red Corvette that Coulson leaned on. I whistled.
“Woah. Nice car. Nineteen sixty-two?” I asked.
“Yes. A nineteen sixty-two Chevrolet Corvette. I call her Lola.” I laughed a little at that. “But you have a nice car as well. What is that? A nineteen seventy-one? Or two?” He asked, looking over my own Chevrolet Chevelle.
“Seventy-two,” I responded, patting my baby lovingly. “Don’t have a name for her like you do, but I tend to call her baby.” I loved my car. She was a dark gray with two black stripes going down the middle of the top of her.
“My favorite part is the trunk,” I told Coulson, with a wicked grin. Raising an eyebrow, he followed me to the trunk. I popped it open and let him look at the seemingly normal trunk. I counted in my head how long it would take for him to notice. He scrunched his eyebrows a bit and scanned the trunk, spotting where to lift the false bottom and reveal the rest of the trunk. I grinned.
“Seven seconds. Most people don’t even know it's there and you find it in seven seconds.” I comment, shaking my head.
“Well,” he begins, opening the false bottom and looking over the arsenal I had hidden there, “It is my job to be attentive. Nice, trunk, by the way. Good way to store everything and keep it hidden when needed.” He said, closing the false bottom and allowing me to shut the trunk. “You ready to go work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be. Quick question. Two actually. Where are we going, if it's not some top secret place I can't know about until I’m there, and what am I gonna do with my car?”
“I will tell you the location once we are in a more secure place. As far as your car, it comes with you. You’ll need your toys,” He pointed to the trunk, “If you’re to work with us. And it would be a crime to keep these beautiful Chevrolets away from each other, don’t you think?” I nodded, chuckling at Coulson’s reasoning. He was a pretty cool guy and didn’t seem to have a stick shoved up his ass like most other government guns. “Follow me,” Coulson told me, getting into Lola. I did so and started up my own car, following him out of the parking lot and towards the edge of town. Once we were a ways away from town, he took a dirt road to a more woodsy area. The road led to a large clearing where huge plane sat. The bay door was down and Coulson drove Lola right up it into the plane. I paused before driving up, not sure where to go. Coulson directed me to a spot next to his. Once I was in place, I could hear something come up from the ground and secure my car so that it wouldn’t roll down. I shut it off and stepped out, looking around the inside of the plane. Coulson called me over to the back of my car, where he showed me how to secure my car so when we were landed, I could come and go instead of asking for a ride.
“Well,” Coulson began, “With that done, let’s go introduce you to everyone.” He began walking up a set of stairs in the corner of the plane. “You see, after New York, the Avengers thought I was dead. Most people don’t have the clearance to know that I am, in fact, alive. I have my own team that looks into interesting cases. Fury asked me to meet you and look into training you. I thought when it is time for you to meet the Avengers, it might be a good time to let them know I’m still alive and kicking.” I couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“if you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” I couldn’t help my curiosity.
“You know that scepter Loki had?” Coulson asked me. I thought for a moment.
“Loki’s the dude in the green, gold, and black dress?” This time, Coulson chuckled.
“Yes, that would be him.”
“Then, yeah, I saw that scepter.”
“He stabbed me with it.” I winced.
“Damn. I been injured a lot, including being stabbed with knives, but nothing like that. How did you survive?” By now, we were coming to a sitting area that had several people already in it. Coulson turned to me just before entering the room.
“I didn’t.” He simply said, before leading me into the room.
There were five people, three women and two men. One woman was clearly of Asian descent, another looked like she could but didn’t have as many normally Asian characteristics as the other. The last one was white, but I couldn’t tell her nationality. The men were very easy to tell apart. One was clearly the guns of the group and the other must be damn smart because there was no way he was a fighter. That was unless he had some sort of abilities.
“What’s up, AC?” The second woman spoke to Coulson. Huh, AC. Agent Coulson. I like it.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to introduce you all to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s newest recruit. This is Hunter Winchester. Hunter, this is my team.” Coulson gestured to the group. The woman who spoke to him came up to me first.
“Hi, Hunter. I’m Skye. I’m the computer guru here.” She informed me, shaking my hand. I said hi back before the third woman and the nerdy looking guy came up to me next, the woman speaking first.
“Hello there,” And she’s British. And rather upbeat. “I’m Jemma Simmons. I’m a biochemist for the team.” I nodded, trying to get used to her rather bubbly personality. I wasn’t a bubbly person. Before I could really react, the man spoke.
“Hi there,” And this one’s Scottish. Well, isn’t this team diverse. “I’m a weapons and tech engineer here.” I nodded, shaking both of their hands and saying hello back. They started saying something about how happy they were that I agreed to come and talking both to me and to each other. They also talking rather fast and I got lost very quickly into it.
“Hey, Fitz-Simmons. You’re freaking her out.” Skye called to them. Fitz-Simmons? Were they a thing? If not, they hung out together way too much. And this is coming from the girl who’s only friends were her brothers for most of her life. The other man walked up to me as the pair of geniuses sat down, still talking about something.
“Agent Ward. Grant Ward.” He shook my hand and walked back to his seat. I’m assuming based on that fact that he basically just James Bond-ed me, he was not going to trust easily, something he was trained to do. The last woman didn’t walk over.
“Agent May,” She said before walking away. Well, hello to you, too.
“Hunter, why don’t you stay and chat with the rest of the team while May and I get the Bus moving,” Coulson told me. I waited until he walked away before taking a seat in one of the chairs. Fitz-Simmons were to the left of me, sharing a couch, and Skye was across from me, in another chair. Ward was leaning up against the wall by a window to my right.
“What the hell? Did he just call this a bus?” I ask, mostly talking to Skye. Ward probably wouldn’t talk to me and I was afraid to ask the scientists. She chuckled.
“Yeah, AC calls this the Bus. I just don’t question it.” Alrighty then.
“So, Coulson said you guys were a separate team that looked into ‘interesting’ cases.” I didn’t really ask a question, but the way I asked it asked for a further explanation. To my surprise, Ward spoke up.
“We look into cases dealing with objects of unknown and usually supernatural origins that don’t require the Avengers to be taken care of,” Ward answered, short and simple while not telling more than he wanted me to know. I chuckled a bit, but in the more “Well, isn’t this ironic” way rather than a “That was funny” way.
“Well, supernatural is kinda my specialty,” I muttered, more to myself than to anyone specifically.
“So, Hunter,” Ward spoke again, “What is it you do?”
“To put it simply; Saving people, hunting things, the family business.” I followed Ward’s lead by not saying much about what I did. He didn’t like that so much. I was getting real tired of his shit.
“What does that entail?”
“It means that I have spent my entire life hunting down things that you don’t even know exist. Things that people think are just stories until they end up dead. I follow the trail and kill what needs to be killed. And I’ve been doing my job a hell of a lot longer than you have. What are you? Max thirty. And you’ve probably been doing this since you were a teenager. I’m twenty-eight and I’ve done this since I was born. I first shot a gun when I was three. So, just because you are some high and mighty agent doesn’t mean shit to me. You may be a damn good agent, a damn good fighter, hell you’re probably a better shot than me with all the training they give you. But you are not better than me because of all of that. You wouldn’t have made it a freaking day in my shoes. So, knock the damn attitude off. Or get the hell away from me.” I was standing, facing Ward by the time I was done and my hands were curled into fists by my sides. I wouldn’t start a fight with Ward, that would be just plain stupid. But I would put him in his place. He narrowed his eyes at me but left the room. I turning back to the rest of the group, all of whom were staring at me. I smiled, taking my seat once again.
“I don’t like dicks. He was being a dick.” I simply stated. Skye was the first to laugh. Fitz-Simmons joined in, but they only chuckled.
“Yeah, he can be.” Syke agreed.
“Oh, he’s not that bad.” Jemma disagreed.
“He can be. He threw my sand-oh.” Fitz stopped mid-sentence “Nevermind. It’s nothing.” We looked at him weird but didn’t push him to explain.
“So, Hunter,” Skye seemed hesitant to speak, “What did you mean when you said ‘The family business’?” Ah, so it was background story time. Well, some of it. I leaned forwards in my seat.
“My dad started this whole thing. When his wife-no, she wasn’t my mom-was killed by something, he went nuts trying to find out what killed her. At that time, my oldest brother, Dean, was four and Sam was only about six months old. After a little while, he took my brothers on the road and started hunting what killed her. Along the way, he hunted any evil sonofabitch he could. Then I joined the picture and we learned how to hunt together.” My entire little audience seemed captivated.
“Did your dad ever find it? The thing that killed his wife,” Jemma asked.
“Yeah, and it killed him. Well, he made a deal and saved my brother at the price of his own life, but we took care of it. It’s a rather long story I’d rather not get into.” Skye seemed a little confused.
“What do you mean ‘He made a deal’?” I sighed, leaning back in my seat.
“You ever hear stories about people making deals with the devil? There're even some songs about it. Let’s just say it doesn’t have to be the devil you make a deal with. And the deals never work out in your favor.” I told her, trying to keep it short and simple. Deals were people would make for the most stupid reasons. And they cost more than they were worth. Skye seemed to be thinking about what I had said and didn’t ask another question. Fitz-Simmons excused themselves to go do some science crap that was probably way above my G.E.D. level of education, so I didn’t bother asking what they were going to do. I looked around the sitting area of the plane, wondering where the hell they could put everything that they needed on here. There bedrooms, or some kind of sleeping quarters, here along with a kitchen and somewhere for Fitz-Simmons to do their science stuff. Skye noticed me looking around and stood.
“Well, how about I give you the grand tour?” She offered. I stood and told her to lead on. She showed me to kitchen, Coulson’s office, and the cockpit (but she warned me to steer clear because May didn’t like people disturbing her or people going in while she wasn’t there). She then showed me where she slept and where the Ward’s room was. They were more like holes in the wall of the plane with a bed and not much room left. Eh, it did the job better than most of the motels I’d been in.
“Do you want to get your stuff before I show you your room?” Skye asked when we reached the staircase again. There was a hall off to the side that I assumed would lead to my room and the rest of the group’s rooms. I nodded and followed her down to the cargo bay. Ward was near the base of the stair with a punching bag. Inside room with clear glass walls was Fitz-Simmons, doing- well, I don’t know, just some science crap. Ward stopped punching the bag when we began coming down the stairs and Fitz-Simmons came out of their lab.
“What are you guys doing down here?” Ward asked. I don’t think he was trying to be rude, he just came off that way. Besides, his pride was probably still hurt from earlier.
“Just grabbing my stuff before Skye shows me where I’ll be staying,” I reply, walking past him to the passenger seat of my car. I got the duffle bag with my clothes and such in it before going to the trunk.
“I was wondering who’s car that it. It’s very nice.” Jemma spoke up.
“Thanks. Yeah, she’s my baby.”
“Do you need help? I can take something to your room,” Fitz said, walking to the back of the car. I had just opened the trunk and was raising the false bottom when he got to me. “Woah….that’s a lot of ….stuff.” I chuckled at his shock. Skye and Jemma seemed curious and walked over as well, Jemma by Fitz side and Skye of the other side of the car. Their jaws dropped at the sight of my weapons.
“Damn,” Skye muttered, getting Ward’s attention. He walked to Skye’s side and I noticed his eyes widen a bit. I chuckled again.
“Yeah, these are my other babies,” I told them, grabbing one of the knives from the lid of the false bottom and flipping it in my hand a few times. I put it back before grabbing my second duffle bag from the back of the trunk. It already had a variety of weapons in it, but I grabbed a few extra knives and one of my sawed-off shotguns.
“Have you got enough guns? What? Are you expecting a war?” Fitz jokingly asked.
“No, I’m not expecting anything. But that’s when things tend to happen, isn’t it? When you’re not expecting it?” I questioned back. He nodded thoughtfully.
“Okay, better question,” Ward began, “Are you expecting the apocalypse?”
“No. I’ve dealt with that before. I would need a lot more guns and a hell of a lotta holy water molotovs.” Everyone looked at me like I grew a third head but didn’t ask any more questions. Once everyone was done checking out my weapons stash, I got my bags and followed Skye to my room. Fitz had started talking to Jemma about some science stuff again and had wandered off before I could accept or turn down his offer to carry one of my bags. On the way, she showed me where everyone else stayed and then left me to get unpacked. I put some stuff away in the closet sized room before stashing a knife and gun in my bed and a few other weapons around my room and laying in the bed for a while.

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First to chapters up and I hope you enjoy! I'll try to update asap but I'm not sure when I'll be able to. I know I'm going to be very busy very soon and I'll try to update when I can but I make no promises when I'll next update.