(A/N hi everyone who's chosen to read this. First story, so reviews and suggestions would be cool :D)
The desert ruins of the temple, I can't remember. We were in... Egypt? Daddy. Where's daddy? He is in the temple isn't he? I run. I enter the dark doorway. The great hall looms ahead. The statue of isis watches me. Where did daddy say he was exploring today? The left. I run. I run so far, it feels like a century has passed when I finally reach the antechamber. It's large. The roof has caved in over the years. Light is pouring in. It illuminates daddy's face. I smile and yell "Daddy!" He is holding some sort of glove. its very pretty. He turns around in horror. He yells something, but I can't hear it. The thing in his hand, it's glowing. Brighter and brighter. I scream. There is a flash.
I woke with a start, my body covered in sweat. That damn nightmare. I realised I'd curled up into a tight ball, my wrist was stinging. I tried to get it off in my sleep again.
The Witchblade.
My wrist was covered in scratches. Some of them were bleeding quite badly, so I rolled over to see what the time was. 6 am. Not bad. I got a bandage out of the draw of my nightstand and wrapped up my wrist. As I was finishing my phone rang. I brushed my hair behind my ear to get it out of my face and answered it.
"Hello?" I yawned
"Summers-"
"Go away." I hung up on him. I mean really, who is that rude to call me at 6 in the morning? Besides, he'd called me 5 times in the last 2 days. You'd think he'd get the message...
I stretched and fell back on my pillow. Sighing, I dragged myself out of bed. Good thing I didn't have to work until tonight. I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and my baggy Star Wars shirt and pulled the curtains open. It was going to be a gorgeous day. As I was about to go make coffee my phone rang. Again. I ought to just let it go to voice mail. But as usual, I go and answer it.
"I said go away, Fury." I grumbled.
"And I said we need you here, but when do we ever do anything anyone else says?"
"I won't do it."
"Summers, we need you-"
"AND I OBVIOUSLY DON'T CARE!" I yelled down the line.
"Listen Summers, if you don't come-"
"You'll what? You are full of so many empty threats!" I hung up and slammed my phone down. Jerk.
Now I really needed that coffee.
I wander out to the kitchen. And guess who's sitting at my kitchen table?
Nick goddamn motherfucking Fury.
I stop dead. He just watches me with his single eye and says "I will tell your cousin you're still alive."
Oh. Ok. Just go tell Scott. Do I really care? I've kinda missed him anyway. Heh, not really, he was always a bit of a control freak.
I proceed to make coffee before I kill him. Because that is just what happens without coffee.
"Please leave." I say without turning away from the machine.
I can see him smirking in my mind.
"You do know that if you don't come willingly I can and will make you come by force."
It was my turn to laugh this time.
"Fury, I don't want to join your not-so-secret-now team of superheroes. I have a life."
"But you're not supposed to, are you?"
As I was saying, he's a jerk. Stupid boss-man, thinks he can do anything because he runs S.H.I.E.L.D.
"We don't know how you survived after being buried in the rubble of that archaeological dig for a week, but the Witchblade chose you for a reason. And you have more control over it than any previous bearer has. We need you to come in."
I turned and faced him.
"And if I say I'm not going to?" My body tensed. I could sense the fight brewing.
Fury stood up. He straightened his coat and turned to me.
"Fox Summers, under strict orders from the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, I place you under arrest for obstructing a S.H.I.E.L.D project. If you resist I am authorised to use deadly force. Your location is surrounded."
I relaxed a bit. "Is that it?"
"And once captured the Witchblade will be put through a series of tests. You will then be placed in the custody of your cousin, Scott Summers, current leader of the mutant group known as the X-Men. He will then decide what you will do with yourself."
I sip my coffee thoughtfully.
On one hand, be a superhero, with gadgets, access to government property, possibly fly a jump jet, have a credit card with everything paid for by S.H.I.E.L.D.
On the other, try to fight my way through a large amount of well-trained hit men, lose, get experimented on for an unknown amount of time, and be made to join the X-Men.
I lose either way.
I sigh, defeated.
Fury does this weird lopsided smile. "You've got ten minutes to pack."
Yay. I'm going to New York.
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Witchcraft (An Avengers/Witchblade Fanfic) DISCONTINUED
FanfictionFox Summers, mutant and current Witchblade bearer, has been summoned by Nick Fury to join the Avengers. Unknown to her, she is there as a replacement for Black Widow, who is currently M.I.A. Although the guys are welcoming (to say the least), she fe...