Cosmic Collision (Percy Jackson / Marvel)

Chapter 3

AGENT 007-

'Excuse me sir?'

The mans eyes opened, revealing a pair of piercing blue eyes. Raising his eyebrows slightly and softening his facial expression, he stared at the beautiful flight attendant.

'We will be landing soon, please put on your seat belt'. She smiled seductively, her mascara and eyeliner slathered too heavily for his taste. She pushed her chest up front, and walked to the cabin swaying her non-existent hips.

 He didn't pay much attention- this was hardly a new experience.

In his early 30's, the agent was an attractive man- with a chiseled face, mesmerizing eyes and a toned-to-perfection body. The perfectly tailored suit and formal clothing added a mysterious sense of authority to his striking presence. Having been busy, he hadn't noticed the slight stubble on his usually clean shaven face- giving him a ragged look.

He looked out of the window and could see the clouds clearing gently. Fastening his seat belt, he heard the click, and almost instantaneously the captain announced his standard message, 'We're approaching landing site where the local time is 0930.Please fasten your seat belt as we prepare for landing.' 

Having said that, the plane smoothly descended from the air onto the asphalt with surprisingly minimum turbulence. The plane came to a stop and the crew came out of the cabin.

James analyzed them for a moment. Two crew members, the pilot and his co-pilot and a third assistant. He stood up, grabbing the smooth black suitcase kept on the other seat and gave a sharp nod to the people standing in front of him. The assistant jumped forward to hold the other man's case. 

James gave a small smile, 'Thank You'.

'Hope you had a comfortable flight Agent 007. We have specific instructions to fly back immediately, however, Tom will remain with you till the main city. He will be flying back tomorrow. Agent M has also sent a debriefing package which is lying in the car outside. '

The agent just gave a curt nod and walked down the steps to the car waiting. Getting inside, he found the debriefing file. Looking out or the window, he remembered what M had told him. 

'This is a very important mission. Don't screw it up. There's a lot riding on the success of your mission. '

He looked at the file, and a two things caught his eyes. Three handwritten pieces of information at the bottom of the page- 'SHIELD', 'SAXA' and 'CHB'. 

He had heard about SHIELD. It was a private organization that the British agency had always kept close contact with. However the interesting thing was that SAXA was just considered to be a tale fashioned from a conspiracy theorist with nothing better to do with his time. He didn't know what 'CHB' stood for, which was surprising, because he was one of the top agents in the business and had access to most of the top level files.

'Sir we have arrived', the younger voice shook him from the momentary daze he had been in, 'You are on your own from here. A personalized car of your choice will be bought here in another ten minutes. You are further requested to be at the SHIELD headquarter by 11. Thank you agent 007. '

'Yes Tom, will do that.' James replied in a sharp voice, as he unlocked the metal doors. There were many high rise building surrounding him. Being slightly used to horrible traffic situation, their ease with which they entered the main city, making him slighty impressed with the kid's driving. 

He got down from the car and looked at he the huge skyscraper staring at him. STARK TOWERS. 

He was staying at the hotel opposite this tower. The Knickerbocker. Peculiar name, but then again the these Americans had their own tastes. He walked into the reception where an elegant man was sitting at the reception typing something. As he kept walking, the receptionist stopped the ferocious assault on the keys and gave him a wide smile.

'Good Morning. How can I help you today sir? '

'Good Morning. The name is Bond, James Bond. I believe I have a reservation under the same? '

'One second sir', the person typed in his name to confirm. Satisfied with the result he turned to his right where he found the a card. 700. 

'Here you go sir. You room number is 700. You can take the elevator further ahead and go to the eight floor. You will find your room there. Please contact the front desk for any issues or help that you may require. We hope you enjoy your stay here! '

The agent took the card, with a polite reply and headed towards his room. He got to his floor, looked around. When he was sure that there was no one there, he pulled out his gun and slowly entered the room. Checking every room quickly, he threw the gun on the bed and removed his tie. Loosening his top buttons, he poured himself a cup of cold water. He walked up to the glass window and observed the busy street. 

Taking a sip he let his glance slowly trail up until he met his own eyes. A sudden burst of light from the floors opposite to him in the tower caught his attention for a second, but then he dismissed it as a flash of light reflected by one of the many glass buildings surrounding the towers.

He then glanced down at the street to see the traffic being obstructed for some reason.

The seasoned agent gave a wholesome smirk to see the familiar glint of metal.

His Aston Martin BD10 had arrived.

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Ooof. The Bond cars and their Bond men - HOT AF.

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