She is My Agent

Chap 3: My Home

The assembly room was dark and silent as any grave could ever be. The President of the United States of America was seated uncomfortably between Deathlock and the President of the Republic of China. Secretary-General of the United Nations, Takese Yoshida, looked... blank. Rose Blackthrone, the Prime Minister of United Kingdom, still looked quite flabbergasted by the entrance of Silver Surfer. Beast and Hulk, who were in their original looks, added much to the horrifying grandeur of the moment. Number of Presidents, Prime Ministers and Chancellors were sulking at this audience over Skype. Thor was still trying to figure out to click which button for which in 'The Other Line' (the Universal version of LINE) and he was not much happy about the connection or the fact that he had to appear in front of a bizarre group of humans, Inhumen, X-men, god knows what they call themselves.

The Director of SHIELD was chairing the assembly. Fitz and Simmons looked nervous. May...unreadable. Hunter was scrutinizing the gathering.

Coulson was feeling dazed and sleepy. Great! The earth and the human race is nearing Let-us-find-out-who-extinct-first and he, the Director of SHIELD is sleepy. And why?

Coulson didn't sleep well. As usual. He kept thinking of Skye, every few seconds checking out to see the miniature model and make sure it has not exploded into a poodle or something. He had already figured out that it was not really a communication device but some sort of a signal receiver. It seemed quite the same every time Coulson had a long look at wondering when Skye drop a message or whatever the signal to assure him that she is alive and well. Coulson would have dialed Nick Fury; the man himself, but then changed his mind. He did not want Nick Fury hiding from an alien behind a door and get caught because he could not, not- think of Skye. The end result was Coulson was up most of the night and the rest he dreamt good deal of Skye, dying in ten thousand horrible methods. Being haunted is one thing, but being haunted by someone who is pretty much alive, seemed one of the worst things that could happen to a man. Falling in love should be the direst one!

"I am grateful that all of you have been quite cooperative and very understanding of the latest alien-scenario. As you all know a city-size alien airship is speeding up towards us as we speak. It is probable that they will hit hard New York first." Coulson said.

"Hump! All the aliens in the universe hits New York City the first. I can't see who is more swollen headed. The Americans or the Aliens!" snarled the Russian President.

"Mr. President," Coulson was in I-mean-business mode and was quite irritated that it was no way an end- -of-the world and human race- line. "Right now, no blue or pink or rainbow coloured alien do really care about who is American and who is not. We look the same for them and I am pretty sure in whatever the colour they come in, every one of them would look and be equally nasty in our eyes. Unless of course it is a friendly Azgaurdian." Coulson added, seeing Thor attempting to word his idea of different-coloured-aliens.

The other Presidents, for much of Coulson's delight, choose not to comment on their domestic disagreements.

"This is what we are going to do," Coulson continued. "We have Avengers already closing down the Free-way-portal of No-Visa-or-Passport that suddenly appeared in the Garden. Considering that they find it and possibly close it completely, it will take them more than an hour to reach New York, where as our little Alien ship would hit New York in half the time. So, it is up to us now to hold the ground until the Avengers walk in and turn the tide for us. And we have to understand that this Airship is one big bundle of surprises. We do not have a clue as to what their weapons are. So as you are thinking right now, we are pretty messed up."

"Magnito and Xavier are strengthening the protection of the city and a hundred kilometer radius, as we speak." Beast grunted. "We have our best warriors defending the front line...."