The Four Youngsters

Prologue

Okay so this is my first ever fanfiction so I hope it's ok! This story is a kind of spin off, kind of au (IDK what to call it but anyways) so enjoy it! It's more of a story based on my four main characters which ties in with agents of shield.

Disclaimer - the agents of shield don't belong to me, however the characters of Nix, Hazel, Jamie and Iris are all my original ideas.

Comments are welcome and appreciated!

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Prologue

It was summer, June 12th, and you could practically smell the sugar in the air. All the children were laughing as the blonde 5 year old sat on the floor and began to open her presents. It was, after all, her birthday. Her parents brought over her cake whilst the girl was opening her third present. The little girl's eyes lit up as the room erupted with the 'happy birthday' song, with both parents and children singing alike. The sun streaming in the through the opened windows gave the room a yellow glow.

Suddenly shouting was heard from down the corridor and two of the parents went to check what was wrong without drawing the kids attention who we playing innocently with a toy that had just been opened. After a few minutes, the parents hadn't come back, more shouting could be heard and the parents were beginning to be on edge, their training had taught them one could never be too far from danger.

It was at that moment three heavily armed agents walked in. Dressed from head to toe in black, apart from the red logo on their sleeve. The parents reacted instantly, jumping on the agents but they weren't quick enough as two of the agents pulled out crystals from behind their backs and throwing them at the ground.

The room erupted in a purple smoke, so thick you could barely breathe. The children didn't know how to react - some crying, some shouting for mummy or daddy, some just sat there in confused silence. The parents started running towards the children but it was too late, the gas touching their skin was already turning them into solid stone statues that would then break into a thousand pieces.

More shouting and shooting could be heard outside, like the arrival of another party. The children were terrified as they were insulted in smoke. Some developing a crusty layer and others disintegrating. It was chaos. Then silence.

The aftermath was simply smoke and silence. Four small statue were huddled together in the corner of the room, surrounded by dust. Seconds later footsteps could be heard running up the stairs. They wore a different logo. White and usually filled with hope but not today. They were too late to stop the massacre from occuring.

Noticing the statues in the corner they picked them up, preparing to take them back to the base. They'd never seen anyone as young as this go through transformation.