My downward descent was really scary to me considering that I used to have a slight fear of heights. Not the crippling kind, but the kind that made me avoid heights, if unnecessary.
Of course, a roller coaster or Ferris wheel is an exception. Especially when you bag a hot date. Let's just say that my dick gives me courage.
Now though, sigh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,"
"FUCK YOU CLINT, AHHHHHHHHHHH,"
AGH
BOOM
My screams ended as the shirt I am wearing has exploded like a fucking balloon and the next thing I know I had a parachute slowing my fall into a crawl as I got caught up in a tree.
CRACK
THUCK
I saw the branch breaking from weight. "Shit."
TEAR
"Well fuck, I am both happy and angry at the shield provided clothes."
THUD
So, here I am half naked in some kind of forest, in the middle of nowhere for my test, which I don't know about and also have no weapons because I was a smartass.
I was contemplating my life until I remembered this was MCU. As far as I know, little peter would be thrown out of a spaceship in the future. So, being thrown out of the plane is nothing.
FUCK NO.
It is terrifying shit.
"CUNT, BITCH MOTHERFUCKER CLINT, I WILL FUCK YOU UP!"
Inwardly I continued cussing even his wife, children. Though, I don't dare say it Outloud, because the shield watch obviously has listening in devices.
So, I don't want to have a bullet in my leg and have to operate on it by myself. Ever since Clint found out I have actually skills as a surgeon, I have been made to do a treatment for various trauma including and not limited to stabs, bullets and even grenade sharpeners.
Though, the grenade hit was an accident.
Looking at my body that became half naked because of the exploded parachute, I felt it looked like a war veteran's body, filled with scars caused by cuts, stabs and bullets. The scary part is not even a single wound was lethal.
My time under Clint was painful and scary, but it was worth it. Before this training, I couldn't sleep in peace, but now I can.
Training that helped me dodge the bullet heading for my forehead.
WHOOSH
I turned to see a muscular dude dressed in kevlar body vest, holding a Glock. I saw his blue eyes narrow at me while he grunted in annoyance or anger. Not sure about which since I am not that good at facial reading.
Well, the fact I can do facial reading could make a genius investigator.
I spent 10 years training various kinds of skills useful in real life and, most importantly, my body was trained with the most systematic schedule, made from referencing every available source, only tailored for me.
Even Clint accepted that my body was fit enough for a shield agent. Hence, he spent a year tormenting me with combat.
BANG
BANG
[ Left palm.]
[right shoulder to abdomen]
Obviously, I was not standing there still like an idiot. The moment his hand moved to lift the Glock, I ran for cover behind a tree.
The problem was the 2nd bullet. The only way for it to enter my right shoulder and go down into my abdomen is if the angle allows it. Meaning, there is another guy in the branches. Wonderful.
BANG
BANG
BANG
The muscular blonde with Glock actually stopped shooting as I hid behind the tree. But the continuous firing came from his friends, who remind me of myself when Clint first gave me a gun. Blindly firing away in fear and adrenaline, so they are not as experienced as the muscular blonde.
With a lot of experience, I can say that I should hear the click in a few seconds.
CLICK CLUCK
I ran like I depended on it. Well, it did.
[Opponent 2: At the top of banyan tree 10m to the right, armed with a desert eagle]
I don't need the AI to analyse the gun sounds, a desert eagle is the most familiar gun to me. So, I got to the tree among the bullets from the muscular blonde.
BANG BANG
Now, this is experience, knowing not to waste the bullets and leave oneself open during the reload time. Unfortunately for him, we are in a forest with a lot of trees for cover.
THUCK THUCK
Nearing the tree, with a single jump, I latched on to it and started climbing. I didn't even need Clint to train me for this. I could climb trees in seconds since I was 13 in this life.
WHOOSH
In a single somersault, I landed on the thickest branch, who had another blonde who was actually a hot babe, who just finished reloading her desert eagle.
Now, being hot is nothing in life or death. Before she could finish aiming the gun, I gave a roundhouse kick to the panicking girl, which sent her flying a ball, down into the ground.
THUCK
THUD
"Sharon."
Hearing the first guy shout for the girl while moving towards her, I jumped towards a branch and used it to jump like a ninja in the trees. This part was trained by Clint.
THUCK WHOOSH
[3rd opponent: crouched ahead behind the rock formation. Armed with a AWM.]
I felt like laughing at the idiot. While the sniper guns are good, they are next to useless in a dense terrain like this forest.
"What the fuck?"
I was the one who was surprised because the bald-headed black who I thought was sniper threw it away and ran at me with a knuckle.
I narrowly dodged the knuckled punch heading for my cheek and felt him knee me in the stomach.
ARGH
BAM
The punch had me dizzy for a second, but Clint's training came through as I shook it away.
The bald Blackie did a mistake by trying to inform his team. While I am no Hawk-eye, any distraction can be fucked by me.
"Captain Jack, he is here-"
I tackled him to the ground and got on me like a beast.
"Buddy, your punches hurt. So, take some payback."
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM
I spit out a glob of saliva and took a deep breath to vent my anger at having a bad day.
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAMMM
CLICK
I immediately stopped and said to the muscular blonde, pointing a gun at me, "Whoa there! I am on your side. Though no shooting, otherwise, Blackie's neck would get cut."
GROAN
Looking at the groaning Blackie, I said, "You better find someplace else to keep your knife, buddy. It was too easy to take it away and keep it on your neck."
Of course, he was also being beaten senseless by me, but that's another thing altogether.
"YOU!" the shout of girl Sharon who got thrown from the top of the tree. Poor girl, it must have hurt.
"Get on your knees and move away from Alphonse."
So, Blackie's name is Alphonse.
CLICK
Even I felt fear when the bullet was being loaded. After all, I have no cover to run to Inthe rock formation and had no weapon except my mouth.
So, I used my mouth, "I am also a shield agent."
I went for my back pocket, which was thankfully intact.
BANG
I rolled my eyes and said, "I am just taking my ID out. Chill."
THUCK
I threw the card towards the girl, Sharon considering the muscular blonde would not turn the gun away from my head no matter what.
Sharon took my ID and read through it for a second and then put into a card swiper of sorts.
SIGH
I felt relief as she put her gun down, whose lead was followed by a muscular blonde.
I nodded and got to my feet while dragging the black guy, Alphonse, "No offense, buddy. You were just unlucky to shoot at me when I am cursing my life."
GROAN
Poor Alphonse is still dizzy, so I turned towards the leader of the three and introduced myself. "Hello there. I am Kingston Kerith, shortly called as king."
"Jack Rollins."
"Sharon carter, You already met Alphonse."
I nodded and said, "Yes, we met. We beat ourselves to our heats content."
Well, more like my heart's content, but the knuckled punch was really heavy.
"So, can you guys tell me what the fuck is going on here?"
Jack Rollins became sharper regarding my question, making me wonder if I become a hostile target again.
Sharon reacted differently. "Are you serious? You are telling me you didn't listen to the mission debrief for the assessment test."
It was easy to understand this teenage girl in front of me is the same one in movies. The relative to Peggy carter [ Captain America's love of the life.]
Since she has the founder of Shield as her background, I told her, "My mentor's mission debrief went like this- the weapons crate would have been helpful to me before being thrown out of a plane moving at 10,000 feet."
The trio looked at each other, including Alphonse, finally got to his feet. In fact, Alphone even commented, "Your mentor is shit."
"HAHAA, right? I have been saying the same thing for a year, but he just shoot me more in response."
Well, I saw the shock on their faces. Jack Rollins even lifts his eyebrows in surprise.
SIGH
"I am assuming being shot at is not a part of standard shield training, Sharon."
I asked her considering the Alphonse is navy thorough and through while Jack is a military guy. It is just how they're fighting and shooting style is like.
SIGH
To think a day would come where I could recognise the fighting styles with a glance like a pro. Well, I had no choice but to became a pro after being beaten dozens of times by Clint. Especially with Army's shooting.
"No, we weren't shot in the Shield academy. In fact, this is the first full on a practical test for me."
Peachy.
"So, who is the idiotic mentor?"
"Clint Barton, Aka Hawkeye."
"Oh!"
"….because of the biometric in the trigger of the guns, only the ones who were allotted the guns can you them."
CLICK CLICK
I felt like strangle Clint Barton right now. He did not mention this, in fact, He mentioned nothing. It means I can't use the guns provided to Shield in this battle royale.
Yep, this is a battle royale lasting till sunset, in which one side is shielded and the other is the criminals who got thrown out of the plane like me.
Apparently, the trio came to me considering me a criminal because I was thrown out of the sky.
In order to be prepared for this battle royale, all Shield agents were brought here two days ago.
Everyone organized well-executed ambushes and allocated different parts of the island for hunting down their prey, the criminals.
Each wanted more criminal's heads. [Points]
So, I am the only one on the island who can't use a gun and is half naked while the rest are armed to the teeth. Thank God the Sheild, instead of lethal hot weapons , had given sedative weapons to criminals.
So, the criminals can only sedate the agents while agents can happily kill the criminals.
So agents get points on their assessment test and criminals get to live till the next test.
As for criminal rights and bullshit, they don't have it, considering every criminal on this island is mass murder, serial killers, gang rapist, terrorists and military traitors.
So, death row inmates are sent here to train the shield agents.
"Heh Sharon. How will they evaluate me now? I mean, I only have a knife with me."
She thought for a while and said, "Same as everyone. All the dead criminal bodies will be found using the trackers on them, then the autopsy will be conducted. Using the stab wounds and bullets, they will find the killer among the agents who will be given a point."
"Hmm, so, I need to get myself in a stabbing mood."
—-Sharon Carter—
It was odd to see another teenage my age as a field agent.
While there were many people my age, back in the academy, almost all of them went into non combat field like tech, investigation, analysis, etc.
So, Kingston Kerith, 'King' is an oddity. A civilian drafted into Sheild directly. Even more crazy is that he was trained by THE Hawkeye for a year.
I am jealous. Not just because he was trained by Clint Barton, but because he is worthy of it.
WHOOSHED
I watched as he dodged the sedative darts fired by the criminal Johnson and jump on him.
THUCK CRACK
The sound of bone cracking was heard as Criminal Johnson was kneed in the face.
"AHH, You Asshole I-"
He didn't even get to complete his words before King's knife cut his carotid.
"GLURG, You,"
Frankly, it was nauseating, but I could bear it. I still remember the various thugs and their fated when they tried to hurt me to take revenge on Aunt Peggy.
"S-So, what did he d-do?"
King looked sharp, but the slight change in his voice made me realise he was a civilian before joining the shield. The first kill is always hard.
Well, He would cope with it under post-op shield counselling. One benefit of being a shield agent is that the people we put down are the worst of the worst, or are really dangerous.
"Criminal Johnson. A serial rapist from New York who likes to prey on small isolated families. He traces them down, enters their home and ties up the family while he drags the kids in front of the parents to his way …."
"Enough."
I disregarded his words and continued, "…finally being given death penalty and handed over to Shield by FBI."
I found he got control of himself rather fast. Good. Justifying one's kill is a good way to process the first kill blues.
It was times like this that makes me realize how abnormal I am when compared to people of my age.
Looking at King, I changed my words. I am abnormal when compared to normal civilians.
CLAP CLAP
I turned towards Jack, who nodded before saying, "Let's go to the next one."
Jack Rollins, a war veteran who is being tested just for the sake of formality. Just like Alphonse.
This has Phil Coulson written all over it. Two war veterans as teammates, it is partiality towards me because of Aunt Peggy.
I walked back to the camp we set up 2 days ago.
Not wanting to drown in the thoughts about Aunt Peggy's legacy, I asked him, "How are you so skilled?"
Sure, I can shoot and fight. But not as good as Kingston. I can say that I can't dare approach a gunman without a weapon. There is a reason that guns rule the world.
Kingstone got to his feet after taking the sedative gun from the corpse of Johnson. He turned towards me and said, "In fact, we are the same in terms of strength or physique. No, in fact, you are better than me."
I nodded at that. After all, I had been trained by Aunt peggy and the best of the best trainers in all forms of skills using shield resources. It would be weird if Kingston is better than me.
Though, the fact Kingston is on the same level as me is the evidence that he is a monster.
I watched as, in a fluid motion, took the sedative gun apart and brought it back together. I can't do that.
"In fact, if it was a year back, you would have crushed me in seconds. The reason we have a difference in ability is that of the hellish year I spent under Hawkeye."
Not caring about my surprise at his humble comment, he continued by saying, "Hawkeye, Clint deserves his title. In this one year, he spent hours knocking me unconscious with his fists, dummy bullets and batons on me. After he knocked, the feeling of being punched, shot, and cut into me. We finally proceeded with real bullets. Thankfully, he aimed for non lethal parts when using real bullets."
Hmm. The training seems hellish. It seems to have worked wonderfully based on Kingston's words. While I don't like my achievements being shadowed by Aunt Peggy's name, it doesn't mean I am stupid. If it means that I can be a better agent, I don't mind requesting to be placed under Hawkeye or any other level 10 operatives.
"1873 dummy bullets, 12233 punches and dozens of times being knocked analysis. Not to forget the dozens of grenades, bullets and stabs in the latter half. I can only say that be prepared."
Maybe I can go slow.
I don't, which is more impressive about the fact that Kingston is still here. Hawkeye's skill or Kingston's perseverance.
I can see he is trying to impress with showing his scarred body, not that I didn't notice it. But, this guy is really laying it thick about the flirting.
CLICK CLACK BANG CLANG
"ARGH,"
The sudden set of movements from Kingston made me go into active killing mode.
I noticed that Kingston's sedative dart had struck the head of a dropping criminal.
It is quite easy to identify the criminals, considering all the shield agents except Kingston were dressed for combat.
CLICK CLACK BANG CLANG
Noticing another criminal falling, I realized that the criminals have grouped up.
CLICK CLACK BANG CLANG
CLICK CLACK BANG CLANG
I noticed that the half naked Kingston has taken a sedative gun in each hand and is downing two criminals each.
I decided then there while blowing the head off on terrorist, Osma Khan, that I will get my apprenticeship under Hawkeye. I will not spend all my youth as a teenager in climbing the ranks.
—2 days later, Triskelion, Sheild headquarters—
It has been sometime since I have been here. If I remember right, the last time was on April 18, 2002 when I visited Triskelion with Aunt Peggy.
Aunt Peggy is right. Remembering things as per the date and place helps in remembering the details for a mission briefing.
The briefing that I gave must be the best in this batch of recruits.
I looked at my Shield psych eval. After all, Shield is the best in Psycho-analysis.
Name : Sharon Carter
Age : 18
Gender : female
Qualifications: Level 3 Shield field agent, PHD in psychology, Masters in Tech.
Psyche-eval : confident, calm and has strong leadership skills.
Issues- Minor inferiority complex about being in the shadow of Peggy carter.
SIGH
Psych eval is really brutal. I shook my head when I remember this is the agent version. The full eval lasting multiple documents would be in a restricted database, only accessed by the superiors.
"AH! As expected of the no 1 agency in the world, even the chairs are comfortable as fuck."
I turned to see Kingston, who sat beside me comfortably looking at my psyche-eval without a hint of the awkwardness at being invasive.
"Woah! You are really short list."
I felt irritated at his comment and said, "You are being rude."
He snorted and said, "What's there to hide? If you want, you can see mine."
Feeling curious, I just did that.
"It is really interesting."
Name : Kingston Keith [ King]
Age: 16
Gender : male
Qualifications : Masters in Surgery, Bio-Tech, 6 Languages mastery, Level 3 shield field agent.
Psyche eval: Confident, calm, impressive learning capability, paranoid, calculaive, and charismatic leadership.
"Thank you for the compliment, Sharon."
I felt the drawbacks were quite right. Considering he took my neutral wording as a compliment.
"I meant your drawbacks. I have seen qualification filled with a dozen degrees in Shield academy."
Drawbacks : Playboy, womanizer, arrogant, ambitious, Petty, Paranoid, Calculative, Reckless.
[Highly recommended for the agent to solve this issues except Calculative and Paranoid.]
Well, drawbacks like being paranoid are pain in the ass for normal people but they are best things for a prospective Shield agent. There is a reason the most paranoid man on the planet is director of Shield.
This kind of guy is the one parents tell their daughters to avoid. The kind that will have fun and say bye-bye.
"You know, I don't want to sleep with you. I am saying this so that you can save your time."
I don't want to be a personal achievement for him. I saw far too many men and women of this kind. Rather than physical satisfaction like sex, they enjoy the mental satisfaction. God knows I have dealt with enough horny men every day.
He scoffed and said, "I just gave a try, Sharon. If it works, both of us have a way to deal with stress. If not, well sorry for you. I am not that focused on fucking you."
I don't want to sleep with him, but his arrogant way of saying that he can't bother to put effort into it is insulting. On the bright side, I can be relieved he will not go beyond light flirting since I rejected.
Wonderful, a honest playboy.
"So, why are you still bothering me?"
He sighed and said, " I have no choice."
"Huh!"
"Apparently, you are also put under Hawkeye's team. Meaning we have to be teamates in a assault team that features Hawkeye, meaning we have to deal with the most dangerous shit."
Well fuck, I forgot about my request. Now, I have to spend time under Hawkeye with this guy.
Oh well, He is atleast talented. The only way I will even consider fucking him is if he becomes a super solider like Captain America. I am a Carter after all. Even then, it is a big If.