Chapter 4

483 10 5
                                    

Jennifer Summer's POV

The plane slowly landed on top of this landing pad in the sky. It was really a lot to take in. The whole plane ride to the Helicarier, I shot questions at Phil.

Where are we going?

Will I meet the Avengers?

Do you think Captain America will let me touch his shield?

Is your name really Phil?

Is the person in charge of this thing nice?

For all of the questions I got the vaguest answers that he could possibly give. Except for the last one where he started to actually laugh, and Halkeye laughed. Ether this was some inside joke, or they had a really bad boss, I was hoping for option A but my instants were telling me that he was just a bad person. Phil then proceeded to show me a picture of said director whom was dark skinned, a bald head, with a black eye patch and an irritated look on his face. He looked scary. Phil also informed me that he is the director and gave me some back story where he dies but didn't die or something like that, but the Avengers, minus Captain America, thought he was dead.

Phil helped me off the helicopter and directed me to the opening of the massive floating thingy. The size and way that this thing could fly was defying the laws of gravity, and giving me a major headache trying to figure out the statistics of the whole project. We entered and agents sitting at a whole lot of computers typing and shouting to each other, did not even notice that another passenger had entered the ship, they were too busy doing who knows what.

"I'll show you to your room on the ship. There is a meeting in a little over three hours, so unpack, and I'll come and pick you up when it starts. If you need help, right across the hall in Peter, he's new here like you so you both can help each other out."

We walked down many hallways before we got to a door reading 34b and Phil stopped.

"Here it is. If you need anything, just call me with this." He handed me a smart phone/ walkie-talkie thing with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the back.

"This has all the information about Avengers Initiative you will need to know in it. For now, I'll leave you to it." Phil walked down the hallway leaving me all alone. I looked to open the door, but it was locked. I looked around for a lock or something, but saw only a pad where you were to put your thumb to get a print. I hesitantly but my thumb to the small green screen and heard a beep.

"Welcome, Miss Summers." An automated voice said, and the door clicked to unlock. I opened the door to reveal a relatively small room with a bed, closet, small dresser and a night stand next to the bed. Another door branched off, reveling a tiny bathroom, barely big enough for one person to use. The walls were all gray with black trim, black tile floor, and a black ceiling. I like the colors and they made the room come together. I sighed and dropped my bags on the ground and my backpack on my makeshift bed, then I pulled out an Apple laptop and began typing to access the wifi. After a few lines of code, I was into the system and currently draining all of their information onto one flash drive. I then decided to fill the closet with the few shirts and jackets I had packed. The pants I had were put into the small dresser. I was just about to put the bracelets and necklaces into the the small box on the night stand, when there was a knock at the door.

Hesitantly, I went to the door and peered though the peep hole to reveal three teenage girls, one with shoulder length blond hair with lighter blond highlights, bright blue eyes, a Snoopy shirt with jeans and tennis shoes. The other had longer sandy blond hair, duller blue eyes, a black uniform and black Nike shoes. Finally the last one had long dark brown hair with hazel eyes, a loose tee short with some franchise and a jean jacket over it, with boots. The first and last were smiling and the middle one looked serious, but relaxed around the other two. They must have been all friends. I opened the door and prepared for what was to come.

New AvengerWhere stories live. Discover now