Seraphic | s. rogers

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Irene Eldridge's P.O.V.
Eldridge Penthouse, New York

Zipping up the leather suit of mine, I holstered all my weapons, small grenades, tazer disks, bullets and guns, in their rightful arrangement at the waistband of my suit. Looking up to the small, portable computer screens which let off more lights in the dimly lit basement, my eyes caught sight of the loading beam.

It has been a full week since the last time I spoke with the Avengers. I figured I might give them a personal visit.

I was hacking into Stark's database. Again. I had upload a virus to his artificial intelligence, J.A.R.V.I.S I presume its name is, which will disable the AI's ability to detect me if I wear the bug I made to go with the virus. The bug will send signals to the virus, placed in the motherboard of the AI, and will not alert the AI nor Stark of my intrusion.

My plan was to enter the Tower, without the prior knowledge of the Avengers or anyone else to alert of my presence. Then, of course, make my usual dramatic entrance. Many close friends of mine had stated that I have a flare for the dramatic.

The wooden doors of the basement made a swoosh sound, as the doors open. And in came Mike, babbling on that phone of his. After a couple of seconds while arguing with the person on the line, Mike furiously ended the call with a harsh push to the screen and a well placed huff. "I swear to God, business men are such...assholès." I burst out laughing, my stomach held by my forearms to endure the pain, as Mike stood unimpressed at the side.

After I had regained myself, I looked expectantly back at my best friend and head of security. "You have no idea, Mike." I sighed with a hint of a smile on my face, as I finished typing on the computer to end the program and get it up and running. "Out on a mission, I suppose?" Mike asked, looking around the basement for any signs or hints to indicate where I am heading. "More like paying a possible ally an unexpected visit." I smirked at Mike, grabbing Captain America's preposterously patriotic shield and walking towards my baby, Harley Davidson Motorcycle.

As I revved the engine, Mike walked towards the end of the basement which contained my cars as well as the door that led to the outside world. "Be careful, Irene." I placed the cat-mask onto my face, as I took my seat on the cycle, stowing the shield on my back.

"Careful? I'm sorry, but that word is not in my vocabulary." Giving him a sickly sweet smile, I drove out of my drive way, and off to the Tower.

Irene Eldridge's P.O.V.
Avengers Tower, New York

The Tower is nothing less, if not more, of what you might expect it to be. Extravagantly technologically advanced with a hint of something fishy. Of course, not only does the Avengers live here, but S.H.I.E.L.D operations, and trainings take place here. The security of the Tower was top notch, over the moon stuff, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

Entering through one of the vents, I crawled my way through the insanely huge place. Of course, I knew the Avengers Tower is a big place, but actually being inside and attempting to navigate through the vents, was goddamned hard. When I finally reached my previously unknown destination, I stopped to assess my surroundings and how to plan my attack. Crouching in the confined space, I used my powers of telekinesis to unscrew the screws and gently pull up the door of the vents. I then jumped down from the vents.

I had landed in their communal area, my Battle Staves and Captain's shield on my back increasing my risk of getting caught as the extra weight limited my stealthily abilities. Landing behind a couch away from the kitchen area, where the Avengers were currently at, was by my luck. The place was huge. I would say from the kitchen to the couches, where I resided, would probably be almost 7 kilometers.

One of my abilities gave me the opportunity of stealth, which made me almost invisible to my opponents. "Well, she might be taking a vacation. I mean, being a vigilante with the whole world trying to catch you, inculding the Avengers, has to take a lot from you. Someone has to take a break from that." Tony Stark's voice boomed through the once quiet room. Everyone grumbled their opinions, the place filling with protests and small talk.

It still confused me on who exactly they were talking about. "Really? Because I think she's staying low to plan her next attack. You know, ninja style." The Hawkeye, I presume, had made a weird Jackie Chan impersonation at the end of his talk. I could see through the compact mirror I had with me, that everyone was staring at the archer with disgruntled expressions.

He shrugged, as he took a swing from the beer bottle in front of him on the large, marble kitchen island. "We do not know what Catastrophe is doing, so we better not raise suspicion so that she can be off our backs enough for us to catch her fast and efficiently." Nick Fury's voice had cut through the clatter of voices that sounded after Hawkeye, or Clint Barton, had finished his unusual exclamation.

"We do not know what she is capable of."

Suddenly, after Fury's short speech, everyone had fell into a pregnant, eerie silence, contemplating his words. I took that as an opportunity to official introduce myself.

Getting up from my hiding spot, I walked over to the Avengers, who still did not suspect me present. "You are right, Director. You have no idea what I am capable of."

The sight of me must've surprised them all, since they did not seem to react, only stand there with their mouths wide open and their hearts beating erratically.

"Hello Nick, long time no see." I genuinely smiled at the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., who apparently was the only one currently present, that had not been taken aback by the surprise I had presented.

"It has been, what, five years? I thought you gave it all up." Walking over to the African-American, I pulled out one of the stools that surrounded the marble table that had been submerged with the green bottles of beer and the inconsistent bags of sweets and nuts, of sorts.

"We have a lot to talk about, old friend." I stated to Nick, as I took a large gulp from the icy cold, alcoholic beverage.

This may be a little bit of a filler. But hopefully soon the good stuff will start to come. In the near few chapters, 3 or 4 chapters at most.

- sara