The roar of a motorcycle echoed down the concrete ramp. Tires screeched against the steel as sparks flew where the edge of the bike came dangerously close to a sleek Red car parked nearby.
"Oh no… not Lola!" Simmons clutched Fitz's arm, eyes wide.
"Did he just—?!" Fitz barely got the words out, frozen mid-step.
The rider eased the bike to a stop, mere inches from Coulson's prized car. He cut the engine with a casual twist of his wrist, swinging a leg over the seat and lifted his helmet. As it came off, the dim light revealed pale, scarred skin tracing down his neck and the edges of his jaw—reminders of a fire long survived.
"Morning, Fitz, Simmons," he said smoothly. "Keep it between us okay. Coulson might kill me."
They blinked. "You… you're actually here?" Fitz stammered.
"Yup didn't get Phd's like you guys though." the rider replied with a small smirk. "Mostly made up in the in the combat." He tossed Fitz a small device. "Communicator. guess your handling comms."
The rider strolled past a prototype gun resting on a table. He gave it a pointed look. "Hmm. Dendrotoxin-like agent — fast-acting at the synapse, small dose to sedate. Treat the payload like a scalpel, not a sledgehammer," Blaze said. "Pulse delivery, micro-dart, and a vitals-cutoff on the firing circuit. If you keep the shot energy low and the cartridge timed, you avoid systemic overload." he said dryly, then headed up the stairs toward the main area.
Fitz and Simmons exchanged stunned looks. He wasn't supposed to be here—no one mentioned a new recruit who rides in like he owns the place.
At the top, May's voice cut through the hum of the Bus. "Wheels up in five."
as she passed a file across to Coulson. Rising Tide. "Thought you'd want a head start."
Rider brushed past Coulson gave May a brief, firm hug. She softened just enough to show a small, rare smile.
"You're late, Agent," she said lightly.
"Traffic," he replied with a shrug and a sly grin.
Coulson's eyes narrowed, studying him. There was something familiar, yet not enough. "I… don't remember signing off on your assignment," he said.
May tilted her head, unconcerned. "My co-pilot. Combat backup for Ward."
Ward's posture stiffened, suspicion etched across his face. The rider met it with a calm nod, silent confidence radiating from him. A new addition, cautious but capable.
The Bus hummed, ready for takeoff. The rider's mind ran a quiet scan—tactical analysis, threat assessment, contingency plans—but no one knew. Not yet.
As Coulson glanced at May, the agent straightened and spoke, voice calm but firm.
"Reporting for duty, Sir. Name's Blaze."
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Blaze POV
I was sitting co pilot seat next to May, Remembering my journey arriving here. I am not originally from here, this world I mean. I come from a world where current world is only a fantasy part of a comic book, movie, tv series known as MCU and I was an avid fan of MCU. I have no idea how or why I arrived here.
When I woke up I was in a body of 14 year old badly injured, burned not knowing where I was until someone came to my rescue I saw the face of May did I realize I was in MCU. I nearly fainted at the realization feeling shock, excitement, fear at same time. Spent next couple of days contemplating what I was gonna do in this perilous world.
On seventh day May came to checkup on me. I told her I didn't want to remain weak requested to join S.H.I.E.L.D. she gave me a curious look but nodded looking at my determination. For the next year trained under May joined academy at 15. Met FItz and Simmons at the academy. Part of post avengers cleanup crew in New York.
Finally graduated and joined Coulson's team, that was surprising.
"hey..." May brought me back from my stupor. "They are on their way back with the target make sure interrogation room is ready."
"Got it." I replied.