SHIELD gets others visitors...

Making his way to the flight deck of the helicarrier, Nicholas Fury and his entourage of guards stepped out into the night air to find the lone helicopter with its propeller still spinning, the cobalt-coloured vehicle was almost empty save for the lone pilot who looked straight forward, expressionless. All around the helicopter, several guards were already present aiming weapons at the pilot and barking orders for her to exit.

“How long has she been here? And how the HELL did she get access to land?” Called out Fury, speaking over the hum of the helicarrier’s engines in the distance.

“10 minutes sir, we WERE going to turn the helicopter away from our airspace when she sent a code to our communication operators, granting her clearance.” Answered the one guard who came with him, holding up a small digital pad with the access code the pilot sent on her arrival. “It’s the highest access rank, only one of the headquarters of SHIELD have this code sir.”

“So why the hell is it in the hands of a news copter’s pilot?”

Glaring back at the woman at the controls, it unnerved him that she barely flinched or moved a muscle in the presence of so many armed guards pointing at her head. Finally stepping forward, Fury called out to the pilot to get her attention. “I demand you step out of the helicopter now, get down on your knees and fold your hands over her head.”

Without even shifting her attention to the man, the pilot flicked a switch at the controls and the side canopy door opened wide, an eruption of smoke plumed out of the door and quickly surrounded the area of the helicopter, creeping over the ground like fog… Fog that defied the current of the wind and the turbulence of the propeller blades overhead. Looking around as the fog built up and surrounded the guards, one by one the men and women noticed they couldn’t move their feet, planting them firmly where they were. Then someone began going into convulsions, twitching, and scratching at his body armor and jacket as if something were crawling up his skin. Then another guard did the same, and another, and another. Fury watched on, paralysed, and kept from running as his guards and flight crew screamed and panicked, looking at each other and the helicopter in horror. Seeing the face of one of his crew, Fury’s one good eye opened wide in shock as he became more and more emaciated by the second, his skin shriveling and aging in seconds as he scratched at his throat to scream, only for a red mist to escape his mouth, nose, and eyes.

The screaming died down when the last SHIELD crew dropped dead to the flight deck, dried out and drained of their blood by the fog that crept over them. Fury couldn’t do a thing to stop it, only capable of watching as the fog began to coalesce and gather in front of him, rising up to his height and become solid until what stood before him was a pale, almost chalk white woman with platinum white hair and wearing a black silken dress with matching elbow high gloves, wiping her thump over her fanged lips to wipe a trickle of blood and suck it clean off. Blinking in shock, Fury found the woman looked just like Susan, boring her ruby red eyes into his lone one. Pulling out his side pistol he aimed it right at the woman’s head.

“Do you REALLY want to try that? I kept you alive for a reason after all, I figured the ugliest one amongst you would be the one in charge. You macho types always put prominence on those of you who are the most scarred.”

“Susan Storm?”

“ONE of her, yes. Right to the point, I like that about you cattle, must be because of your short lives, so many priorities… Speaking of priorities, I’m here for ANOTHER Susan Storm, the one with a pulse.”

Making to pull the trigger, Fury was confused to find his finger refused to move, looking down at his hand he found what looked like… Darkness, like solid shadow filling the space between his finger and trigger, keeping him from firing. “So she was telling the truth; you’ve taken over the Baxtor building.”

Smiling and placing her gloved hand over her mouth, the vampire moved closer, her stride like that of a runway model as she came up close and glared into his one eye with hers. “We NEED her… For bigger prizes other than this world, if you know where she is, YOU will guide me to her.”

“And if I refuse?”

“There is no IF, you will simply do as I tell you, but if you want some incentive…” Snapping her fingers over her head, the helicopter blades instantly stopped spinning and folded behind the vehicle like the wings of a bird. The shadows relented and out of the carriage of the helicopter stepped out four women, each he had met earlier. A towering wendigo woman, a demoness with feathered wings, and a four-armed reptilian woman with tentacles for hair, all behind a woman wearing black armor with red leather. The helicopter behind them suddenly hummed to life and began to come apart, folding and shifting until it sprouted legs and arms and stood up to a towering 12 feet tall, becoming a humanoid machine glaring down at Fury with glowing blue eyes.

“If I were you, I’d be more afraid of the armored one, she has a temper…”

Tracing her finger under Fury’s chin, the man gasped as the shadows around his ankles and feet lifted him up and pulled him forward to follow her, binding his arms at his sides and forcing him to drop his pistol to the ground. Unable to move, he was led to the door where he came from on the ship, his hand forcefully extended out to press his palm on the scanner and open the door for the vampire and her team of mind controlled Susans. With a chime and green light, the door hissed open.

“Come along sisters, we have a Susan to bring back… One of them anyway, the other two we can have fun with.”