Cosmic [s.r.]

1:2

 It's been 2 years since I came to Earth. Two years of continuous training and constantly being checked by scientists who are trying to figure out why I am here, who I am, and what my powers are. So far we have come to the conclusion that I am not from Earth, my blue hair is natural, and that I have abilities of strength and cosmic manipulation. But these two years have been painfully slow, and only now am I really trusted by S.H.I.E.L.D. Rather than being a science experiment, I am being treated like any normal civilian.

As I tie up my laces a knock comes from my door. I call for them to come in, only to see one of my many co-workers.

"Natasha." I greet with a friendly smile.

"You're gonna want more than your Nike's." She smirked.
"What?" I furrow my brows.
"We're busting you out of here."

"Wait really?" I jump up from my bed, excitedly.

"Come on, I'll brief you on the way. We have to pick up a war hero on the way."

I thump my knee up and down nervously as this is the first mission I have ever been on. I nervously traced the stitching of my black catsuit that had dark purple accents. I have to retrieve information for S.H.I.E.L.D. and put it on a hard drive. After a couple of years of only fighting and using my powers on simulations, it's kinda refreshing to know that I can use it in real life. As we drive up to the reflecting pool I see Steve running his last lap before catching up with who I suppose is a friend.

Steve has always been nice to me, which was surprising. I knew at first he was a little wary of me as I was an alien to this planet. But he and I seemed to be in the same boat in a way. We bonded over getting used to modern customs, music, and just media in general. Especially since I was being trained in the Washington location, he was close and would come and train me the odd time, which I greatly appreciated.

The man Steve was with walked up with him to the curb with a friendly smile as he eyed Nat and I. We rolled my window down and I smiled for the two of them.

"Hey fellas." Nat greeted. "Either one of you knows where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil." I playfully hit her which caused her to let out a small laugh.

"That's hilarious," Steve said as he got into the back seat. "Fury let you out of his sight? I'm shocked."

"First mission, Rogers. You gotta make me look cool, alright?" I smiled at the guy, turning in my seat to see him in the back seats.

"How are you doing?" The guy asked Nat.

"I'm doing great, thanks." I winked at him as I turned back in my seat.

"Can't run everywhere," Steve told the guy.

"No, you can't." He shook his head letting out a small laugh as we sped off. I rolled up the window before looking back at Steve.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Sam Wilson, met him while I ran today," Steve explained to me.

"Seems nice." I nodded. "How's Peggy holding up?"

"She's hanging in there." I nodded before turning back in my seat.

Natasha finished braiding my blue locks into a French braid as we were called up by Brock Rumlow.

"Target is a mobile satellite launch platform, the Lemurian Star." He briefed, motioning to a mapped out version of the ship of a screen. "They were sending up their last payload when pirates took them, ninety-three minutes ago."

"Any demands?" Steve asked.

"Billion and a half." Brock nodded.

"Why so many?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Because it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s." He answered simply.

"Right. Stupid question equals stupid answer." I nodded, playing with the end of my long braid.

"No, you're fine, Cali," Steve reassured. "It's not off-course. It's trespassing."

"I'm sure they have a good reason." Nat sighed.

"You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor."

"We're here because this is Cali's first mission, and we need to make sure it runs according to plan," Nat explained briefly. "It's not that complicated."

"How many pirates?" Steve changed the topic, making my eyes shift to him.

"Twenty-five. Top mercs led by this guy." Rumlow pulled up a picture of a bald dude. "Georges Batroc. Ex-DGSE, Action Division. He's at the top of Interpol's Red Notice." He explained to the group of us. "Before the French demobilized him, he had 36 kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties."

"Hostages?" Steve spoke up again.

"Mostly techs. One officer. Jasper Sitwell." He pulled up another picture of a rather nerdy looking guy with no hair and glasses. "They're in the galley."

"What's Sitwell doing on a launch ship?" Steve asked as he wrapped his hands. "All right, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat and Cali, you kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to the life-pods, get them out. Let's move."

"S.T.R.I.K.E., you heard the cap. Gear up."

As the aircraft made its way to the ship, we all began to gear up. I connected a gun to my belt and a knife just in case.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked me, walking over from Nat who held a small smirk on her face. I put on my sensory gloves which help manage my cosmic bending a little better.

"Little nervous, but otherwise I'm good." I nodded with a small smile.

"Don't be nervous, you will do great." Steve nodded reassuringly with a comforting smile. "Just follow the mission and everything will run smoothly.

"Coming up on the drop zone, Cap." Someone said over the earpieces. The platform opened up and Steve fastened his helmet.

"Just be careful." He squeezed my shoulder before walked off.

"Always am," I called out as he jumped.

"Was he wearing a parachute?" One of the S.T.R.I.K.E. members asked.

"No. No, he wasn't." Rumlow chuckled as Nat helped me fasten my parachute.

"I can do it myself, Nat." I laughed.

"Yeah, but I want to help." She shrugged before we walked out to the platform and jumped. "Remember, make it look like you are following Steve's ordered, but go with your original plan."