All that powers practice did get you exhausted. Wonder if other inhumans experience that. Anyways, you did head to bed.
Once you were sleeping, you dreamed the typical stuff you usually did.
When you were at your marine squad buddy's wedding, and aliens came from the sky. From all the war and conflict you've been in, you'd never experience anything like that. You and your friends came upon a group of doctors and medical personnel, whom you escorted to the nearest hospital. You personally had to carry an unconscious neurosurgeon into the building. After bringing him conscious, he thanked you and said his name was Stephen Strange. After arming the hospital security with pilfered alien weapons, you and your friends returned to the streets to continue helping out your fellow New Yorkers. You eventually ran into a total badass of a woman that was tearing through the aliens named, Natasha. Followed by the war hero, Captain America, the one your grandparents would tell you about. Armed with the alien weapons, you had no idea how long this would last, when suddenly, the entire invading force collapsed, dead. Afterwards, you and your squad mates were emergency deployed to Stark Tower, as additional help for securing the building. Meeting with a Dr. Erik Selvig, you were tasked with being his security detail. Seeing a weird, glowing cube, you touched it, and felt a jolt of power. Selvig scolded you, saying that "Tesseract" has the raw power to vaporize me a trillion fold. Apologizing, you continued on with your security detail.
Your dream shifted to you at your sister's apartment, as you had just returned from celebrating your nieces bat mitzvah, when all of a sudden, you turned to dust.
The day you and half of all life in the universe was blipped out of existence, and the weird, trippy, almost psychedelic extra-dimensional place you saw.
Ironically, it was the first time you seen Scott, while he was in a Fantastic Voyage-esque vessel. He seemed trapped, and was calling out for some people's help, which you later found out, it was Doctors Pym & Van Dyne, along with their daughter. While in that dream-like state, you tried to reach him with your voice. After several hours, you somehow managed to talk through his vessel's coms system. After a bit of talking, he asked if you could help get him out of this place he referred to as, The Quantum Realm, you agreed to try and help him. For some reason, you somehow entered the body of a rat, and saw the contraption that Scott described before. It didn't take much effort to "ride" the rat to the button to release Scott. You tried talking to him when he left, but rats couldn't exactly talk.
Frustrated, you returned to the Quantum Realm, where an old cloaked man with a mustache waited for you. Unlike Scott, he seemed to understand you from the get go. You asked who he was, and he said that his name was long forgotten, and that he lived virtually infinite lives throughout time. I asked him why I was here, and he answered because this realm chose you to be it's ruler, just as he was. Before I could ask anymore questions, you were sent right back to your sister's old apartment, now with a completely different family inside. After some panic on both your parts, you all saw the news and found out you weren't the only one to return. You then discovered that the people returning, yourself included, were gone for over five years. After leaving, you went to the closest payphone and called your sister, who was overjoyed to hear you once again. Eventually, a SUV showed up with your sister, her now adult daughter, and your new nephew, named Stuart Junior, or SJ, who was less than five years old. Even your girlfriend, or now ex-girlfriend was there.
You wake up from your repeating dreams, you got ready for the day. As you got your S.H.I.E.L.D uniform on, a knock was heard at your door.
"Come in." You said.
The door opened, revealing Agent Johnson.
"Hey new guy. How'd ya sleep last night? Dreamed about being stepped on by me?" Quake asked.
"No...Just my usual reoccurring dreams...My shrink thinks it's my subconscious trying to bring to my attention questions that need answers...I'm guessing Dr. Fitz had the nightmare you described?" You figured.
"Sharp...He can barely look at me without jitters...The Director wants to meet you in his office. I'll take you to him." Daisy explained.
"Alright. Lead the way." You agreed.
After walking with Agent Quake for a time, she leads you to a secure office door.
"Here you are. Tell Mack I said 'Hi' for me, would ya?" Daisy said as she left you.
Entering the room, you see a large African-American man, sitting at a desk.
"Ah, you must be Stuart B. Szalinski...I've heard a lot about you from many people...Not every day you meet someone who can destroy vibranium...Please, sit." Director Alphonse Mackenzie said.
"Thank you, Director..." You were reading his name plate.
"Mackenzie...Everybody calls me Mack though... I just wanted to talk to you, and tell you that, you're not obligated to work for us...We just want you to get control of your abilities...Not everyday that Hank Pym would take such interest in another person, especially a complete stranger...But, like I said, we won't force you to join...But if you do, you'd be a part of the Secret Warriors...But this line of work isn't for everyone, like Joey Gutierrez...He was a member, but left the team because he couldn't handle the scope of our actions...I see that you were former marines, and currently national guard...Even survived the battle of New York, so I'm wagering that you aren't afraid of a little action...But before you get into any action, I want to make sure that your abilities will only help you on your missions, not hinder them...So, until Agent Quake clears you, you're staying local...Emergencies only...Any questions?" Mack asked you.
"I'm not sure if I'd want to either work with an organization like SHIELD directly, or be like that Spider-Man guy...but if you're ever in a bind, you can count on me, Director Mack." You answered, shaking his hand.
"We appreciate it...You can either go with Daisy to continue your power honing, or take a few hours off and enjoy D.C...Good talking to you." Mack said.
"Same here." You replied.
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