Charles sat at the chair installed in front of the
Cerebro terminal. One of the side
effects of the recent “Blue Flu” or “Kitten Poxes” as it was dubbed was that some
of the worse effect of people’s mutations were lessened and in Professor
Charles Xavier’s case he was able to walk again, all be it short distances and
couldn’t stand for long times. He closed
his eyes and looked around with his mind.
The two Quinjets carrying the Avengers were approaching their new campus
but there was another vehicle coming. It
was a fairly average sedan… The man inside was mostly average and normal…
Meanwhile upstairs Kitty Pride was in the kitchen getting
ready to welcome the Avengers.
~Kitty, check the security system and be ready to receive
our new guest.~
“Ok Professor,” Kitty said to the disembodied voice in
her head.
“What?” Hope asked.
“Oh we have another guest coming,” Kitty shrugged and
then tapped her temple, “Professor was telling me about it from down stairs.”
“What kind of guest do we have?” Hope asked.
~Tell Hope that he is an agent with a message for Agent Romanov.~
“Professor says it a Shield guy with a message for Widow.”
“Guess I will welcome the Avengers by myself,” Hope
muttered to herself.
*
Storm, Beast, and Cyclopes stood out in the new quad
behind the main building of the school and the apartments for the student’s
families. The pair of Quinn Jets landed quietly. With hisses the team members of the Avengers were
revealed as the rear door/loading ramp came down.
“What was that?” Storm put her fingers to her head, “I
will tell her.”
Storm looked at Natasha and Natasha knew something was
up.
“What?” The Russian born avenger asked.
“Professor wants me to tell you that an agent from Shield
is driving over now,” Storm said, “And before you ask, he says the agent wants
find you, deliver his message and then leave for a movie and that is all he can
read off the man.”
“Ok?” Steve Rogers alias Captain America said.
“Here comes Katherine now,” Romanov said spotting the
X-woman and the messenger walking over.
The X-woman in her skirt and blouse walked the agent in
his suit and tie over to the gathered group.
The Avengers from the two air craft gathered next to their X-men
hosts.
“Agent Romanov,” the agent said as he came over, “This is
for you… Only open it once you are all inside together.”
“Thank you?” Romanov said taking the small black cylinder
the size and shape of a mace spray can, “Are you staying around?”
The gathered heroes studied the man Five foot eleven, a
hundred and sixty pounds, short brown hair, a deep tan and a boring bland if
expensive black suit. After handing over
the cylinder he went about smoothing the pocket from his suit coat and then fix
his tie. He turned and started off as
the group watched as the man started walking away.
“Nope,” the agent said, “It isn’t for me.”
Romanov looked at the bottle, it simply labeled…
*
Far away under an embassy in Washington DC, Doom watched the
video feed from the drone. As soon as Romanov
opened the can he would see if his refinement of the so called blue flu would
bend the gathered heroes to the will of DOOM!
“This had better be worth the work I had to do and the
torments of dealing with Dead pool!”
Doom shuttered at the memories of his dealings
with the so called ‘Merc with a mouth!’