Chapter 12
“Coulson, I would have thought better of you?” Director Fury said has he walked into the room. Coulson looked at the man standing in the doorway and then over to the man standing with the two British scientists.
“I’m fired, aren’t I?”
“Not yet, let’s see.” His boss said, walking over to his sunglasses wearing dopplganger.
“Well, at least the multiverse knows how to keep a brother handsome…”
“Handsome, maybe. Worthy of this job, I’m not so sure.”
“Spare me, I’ve been listing to your agent Riley all day with his nonsense.”
“Scott’s with you?”
“You care?”
“I should, he’s my godson.”
The local version was taken back by that statement.
“It’s a long story, but the short of it is I helped deliver him.”
“I don’t want your life’s story, but I do want to know is what are you doing pretending to be me and ordering my men around.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Agent Parker said, “I didn’t confirm it you when I found him.”
“Parker, give me one good reason I shouldn’t demote you?”
“I found those two with him and they might be exactly what we need.”
He looked over at Fitz and Simmons.
“We’re ready.” The Scotsman said.
The pressed a button on the panel they were standing in front of and the man in the other room bucked and screamed like he was being tortured. Then, he suddenly stopped.
One of the techs went into the chamber and checked his pulse.
“It’s faint, but he’s still with us.”
The tech drew blood and passed the vile into a containment unit.
Simmons took over and examined the blood through a built-in microscope.
“I think it worked…” She said.
“Great.” The local Fury said, “What just worked?”
“Sir…” Coulson began “They may have just cured a level 4 infected.”
“Really? Well, that changes things.”
He brought the three travelers along with Coulson and Parker back to the Helicarrier and led them down to Scott, who’s lept back onto his cot when he heard the door open.
“Scott!” Fitz-simmons cried together and ran towards their friend.
“Oh, thank God!” Scott said, getting up and walking toward them, only for the local Fury to push past them and to shoot him with a taser.
“What the hell?” his double asked
“What?”
“Director,” Jemma said, “with all due respect, his physiology is different from us. He doesn’t fair as well in strong EM fields and you just electrocuted him.”
“Can it kill him?” he asked with genuine sounding concern.
“Yes, it can.”
She pulled the barbs out of Scott and helped him up.
“What the serious fuck is wrong with you?” Scott asked, clutching the spot where Fury had shot him.
“Wanted to be sure you weren’t infected.”
“What’s that? Your medical testing taser?”
“Oh… right, you don’t know.” The man said.
Jemma explained what had happened back in New York.
Scott looked up at the Fury who’d just attacked him, stood and then looked the man dead in the eye.
“Is there something about the fact I’M NOT a normal human that doesn’t register in that head of yours? Hum?”
Fury sighed.
“The last person who said they could help us turned out to be infected. I needed to be sure. Son, I want to believe you, but every time I think I’ve got the solution to end this madness, that son of a bitch pulls another rabbit out of his hat.”
“That last one.” Scott asked, “Did you kill them two?”
“No…”
He led them down to a room deep inside the core of the carrier. The inside was a chamber, not unlike the one the infected Mr. Nelson had been left in. Standing in the center was a figure in a black prisoner jumpsuit with their back to the door.
“Rise and shine metal face, you’ve got company.” Johnson said.
“Oh, daisy, I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” The figure said with an electronic sounding voice.
They turned around shocking the group.
The figure walked right at Jemma.
“Hello, Me…”