Dangerous Games (Project: Next Avengers) SEASON 2 OUT NOW!!!

S2E1 Back In Session Pt. 1 (Unedited)

"A verdict has been reached for the incident's involving structural destruction and class A theft. Code 2-1-1 of Project: Next Avengers Initiative has been violated and actions shall be taken accordingly. The S.H.I.E.L.D council feels that certain members of the initiative have become volatile and compromised. All rights created to aid Project Next Avengers have been revoked and the project itself annulled. All former initiates are under crucial mandate of the following: Public display of any enhanced abilities is not allowed and will be dealt with accordingly, all information a former initiate member had received will never be disclosed, any outside actions taken by any former initiate member will brand you as a vigilante and will be dealt with on the same terms as such and finally all contact with former initiate members is forbidden. This will be the only and final announcement...."

"No, no, no," the dark man muttered from his seat in some dingy new hideout "this is all wrong." Not many people could hack into a private S.H.I.E.L.D oriented signal, but everyone here was uniquely skilled.

"They crippled us and S.H.I.E.L.D shut them down, shouldn't we be thanking them for their stupidity?" Asks the woman there who had encrypted the back channel S.H.I.E.L.D was using or had used.

"Everything that had, scattered," the man sighs almost painfully "in hiding again. With in S.H.I.E.L.D in was in my reach, but now..."

"Excuse me, but what are you talking about sir?" The man looks over at the young, yet to be changed girl.

"S.H.I.E.L.D had something I want."

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Life was boring. How could one adjust to things going back to the considered normal after having a crazy ass life at S.H.I.E.L.D? Sure Matthew liked not facing the threat of imminent death on a daily basis, but even that was still way more entertaining that AP English. In Matthew's mine quite possible the most boring class ever.

Matthew became a bit more reclusive than he even used to be. He didn't really connect with any of his old friends anymore. Maybe things had just changed too much, or maybe it was him. Ever since the H-364, which Matthew had learned about in detail later on after he'd woken up in a reinforced quarantine cell, his powers had begun to change and grow as well. Because weren't unstable and crazy enough already, the boy thinks sarcastically to himself. Hiding it from his parent's was easy, whenever he felt them getting out of control he'd just fake some school assignment and go hide in his room for a little while until he reined them in, but at school, well that was a little harder. Matthew had already gotten into so much trouble for violence or anger-related issues throughout the part of the school year. His parent's weren't happy about that. Sometimes Matthew wished he was back at S.H.I.E.L.D, not because he particularly liked it there but because of the people there. Matthew missed Serena, Canary and Adam the most. Adam was the only one who tried to help Matthew learn about and control his powers, without him Matthew was cracking at the seams with not being able to tell anyone what he was.

Class ended and Matthew sauntered to his locker. At least he'd be able to go home today and be alone. His parent's had been out quite frequently this week and would be until the next, Matthew enjoyed the solitary. Matthew went to open his locker, but the lock he had was the most temperamental piece of junk and refused to click open for him. Matthew gets easily frustrated and slams his hand against the locker door, thankful after the fact that he didn't bash it in with the raw strength that pulsed through his muscles and veins. Something hit the floor and it was light, so light that Matthew would have missed it entirely if it weren't for the added sensory power to his hearing. Matthew glanced down and saw a note. A small paper note. Strange. Anyone who knew him at school had his number and or email. Matthew bent over and picked it up, almost missing the small white folded page against the white linoleum floor of the long hallway. He unfolds it and stares at the messily written words.