Say no Evil

[2007-August-1-11AM]

Its been a week since, first contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. It was a high risk- high reward move. I'm still mentally debating if the meeting I asked with Nick Fury was the right choice.

Following the meeting, I was told to demonstrate my powers, A man, I didn't get his name, with a papercut was used as a guinea pig, It was a fairly easy fix, I just needed to stop the mild bleeding, clean the wound to avoid infections and heal the wound. To heal it, I used some of his fat to replace the dead cells.

After the power testing I was guided towards a hotel close by, and have been enjoying free food, a nice bed and movies. Right now I'm sitting in bed enjoying a family sized bacon plate, by miself. Its wonderful to know you can eat all you want without getting fat.

"I'll make him an offer he can't refuse..."

The cable phone by my left rings. Am I supposed to get it?...Screw it.

"Hello?"

"Good morning. You're speaking with agent Maria Hill, In regards towards your meeting, Director Fury has not yet denied or accepted the meeting. I also wanted to know when you will be available to sign the contract so you can officially work and train with S.H.I.E.L.D."-- She said, directly to the point of the call.

"Good morning, we can do the contract tomorrow, if you have time."-- I answer, emulating her.

"No, No we can discuss about the contract tomorrow, I will call you later to tell you the time of the contract signing. Have a good day."

"You too."-- She hanged up.

Time for more food and movies!

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[2007-August-2-8AM]

"Good morning"-- I say neutrally to the driver assigned to get me to the meeting place by S.H.I.E.LD.

"Good morning, have a nice night?"-- He asked, with a friendly smile on his face.

"It was good, slept a lot though."-- I answer grinning, as I sit and put on a seatbelt on the back of the car.

He starts the car, and the, hopefully, short journey starts. As I look out the windows, I see buildings and people as we pass by, it really solidifies that this isn't a dream.

As time passes, I notice that there are fewer people and cars on the streets. I'm getting a bad feeling, it might just be paranoia because I'm in the MCU.

"I'm getting bad feelings, can you speed up"-- I say nervously.

"Hmm, I thought it was just me, ok speeding up now." He answers with a small frown on his face as he speeds up.

*Craash*

An armored car slams into us, sending us careening out of the streets, flipping the car to its side. Thank god I had a seatbelt.

"Agh." I grunt as I look around, I must have passed out. Searching for the driver got me no results. I grab the seatbelt an- *Paah* was that a gunshot?! Fuck! I grab the seatbelt more forcefully and frantically press the button to leave the car.

I try to open the door on the side that is up, but quickly find it stuck. The only other option is to break the window. I kick the window with both of my feet and it doesn't even crack. Shit, its bulletproof glass, I need more muscle power.

I transfer some of the muscles on my arms and send it to my legs, not before transforming the fat into muscles in my abdomen and reinforcing the bones on my legs and my spine, I close my eyes and I kick the window with all my power. And it shatters on impact.

Before leaving the car I transfer some of the muscles on my legs to my arms and use the fat on my legs to thicken my epidermis hoping it would be enough to stop a few stray bullets.

As I get out of the car I see a warzone in the street I see my driver trading bullets with a man and a woman in black.

"Get back in the car! Its not safe out here!" He shouts to me.

He failed to notice that the woman, wasn't in cover anymore and was aiming directly towards him, and she takes the shot.

The bullet nails him in his stomach. He falls and grabs the wound with his left hand and continues shooting with his right hand, missing almost all of them. ALMOST. One of the shots goes directly towards the woman's chest. And she falls, releasing the gun from her grasp.

The man in black sees his partner falling and takes cover behind the armored vehicle.

"Asset has been spotted, requesting assistance, agent 6O2 is down. Beta-2, Over.

Seeing the man in black taking cover, I run as fast as I can to my driver. I drag him to cover and set him up with his back to the car.

"Are you okay?"-- I almost scream that question, as I check him over and see what I can work with.

"I'm doing fine doc, just a little bruise."-- I have some fat, half digested food and-

"WHAT?! A bruise? That bullet missed missed your spinal chord by a few centimeters. CENTIMETERS! That's how close you came to getting an injury that would takes months at least and years at most just so you could be at 50% performance." I gladly inform him hoping that information will help him understand the weight of this situation."

"Hahahaa, its good you're here the-"-- He cuts himself as he sees me stop the bleeding, remove the bullet, repair the injured organs that were in the bullets way and finally healing the entry wound.

"That... felt strange"-- He says after a while, in awe and surprise.

"What did you expect? A wand and a light show? Just grab your gun and shoot those people in black."-- I say, trying to get the fear of dying out of my mind.

"I've already called reinforcements, we just need to play the patience game."-- He says with confidence in his voice. Confidence that is misplaced.

"We can't wait for them, the people in black also called reinforcements, its just a matter of luck now. Who comes first S.H.I.E.L.D or the people in black."-- I say hoping he has another idea.

"Do you have another idea?" I ask him, waiting for an answer.

"No I don't, I'm a rookie, it was just supposed to be a ride, a short ride, to the meeting point."-- He tells me, despair filling his entire body.

"D-do you have another gun?"-- I ask with a little stutter in my voice.

"I have two Smith & Wesson pistols, but the bullets are limited. Do you know how to use a gun?-- He asked the question I was avoiding.

"No, but I can try. And we have the number advantage."-- I say, hoping that will make him giving me a gun a sound decision.

"No, we don't have the number advantage." He tells me with certainty.

"But you shot the woman." I say with dread.

"Did you see blood? She was probably wearing kevlar, and only fell because of the impact and pain of the bullet."

Great. Luck is not on our side. But Biology is. If I can get in close, I can put them to sleep with a touch.

Lets just hope nothing goes wrong.

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Sorry for the late update, school is starting soon so I had to get books, get my hair cut and generally school stuff.

Next chapter will be here in 1-2 weeks and it will be long.

Tell me if you like the story pace, is it too fast or too slow.

Thanks for reading!