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Word Count: 4k
Original Characters: Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, Ira Shirogane
Story Summary: When a group of six teenagers see the meteor fall out of the sky, none of them expected to find a long dead hero, or each other. But when they converge on a blue lion through a series of events from both fate and chance, they leave everything behind and change the course of the universe forever.
Or, I've had these OCs for forever and really wanted to write something with them. Meet Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, and Ira Shirogane. Hope you like it!
Vesper Emrys:
“Vesper, come on!”
Vesper rolled his eyes and gave the straps one last tug to make sure his pack was fully secured before pulling it on his back and heading out of the shack they shared with Keith.
“About time,” Keith grunted as Vesper came out and Vesper just rolled his eyes.
“Are we going or not?” Vesper asked.
“Yeah yeah come on,” Keith said and led the two of them over to the hover bike.
They stashed their bags in the side compartments then Vesper climbed on behind him and didn’t even hesitate to wrap his arms around Keith. Maybe a while ago he would have, but they'd taken so many trips out into the desert like this that it was second nature. They both pulled up their masks, and set off into the desert.
At least it was a short ride, only about 40 minutes. Maybe that wasn’t particularly short, but it was short compared to the drive to the Garrison or the nearest city or even the main road. Keith got as close to the cave with the Calendar as he could from above but soon they reached where they’d have to climb down. It was a cliff straight down, not to mention a narrow opening, but it was rough and rocky so there were plenty of handholds.
“I hate this cliff,” Keith sighed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you when you fall,” Vesper assured him teasingly and Keith groaned.
“That was one time when are you going to let that go,” Keith rolled his eyes.
“When you can catch yourself,” Vesper shrugged.
“I’m going to push you off.”
“No you aren’t.”
“Watch me.”
Keith in fact did not push him off and instead just tossed Vesper his pack with a little more force than necessary. He rolled his eyes and shrugged it on, making sure it was buckled across his chest. He let Keith go first, then followed.
It was a slow and arduous process, slowly finding hand and foot holds, moving slow enough not to slip, holding themselves up by their fingertips plus the extra weight of their packs. But after a while and a close call, they hit bottom.
Keith took out the flashlights and handed Vesper one before pulling the pack on and letting Vesper lead them into the cave. They paused just outside of it to take the map they’d created of the caves and the compass then entered the darkness. They turned on their flashlights and were greeted with those lion carvings again. They’d seen them all before so they didn’t linger too long, but they made sure to check all the carvings over again as they walked, just to make sure they didn’t miss anything.
“These ancient people or aliens or whatever couldn’t have been a bit more clear about what’s arriving tomorrow?” Vesper complained. “I swear if we wake up tomorrow and there’s a giant blue lion running around destroying planes and shit like in these carvings I’m gonna lose it.”
“What’s the matter, I thought you liked cats?” Keith replied. Vesper couldn’t even see him (other than the glow stick bracelet around his wrist they’d both put on once it was too dark to see well just so they could keep track of each other) but they just knew he was smirking.
“Cats not, fucking, what were the things from that movie you made me watch?” Vesper frown as they tried to remember. “The one with the dinosaur and the monkey.”
Look Vesper hadn’t been exposed to much culture when he was growing up, and that included movies. And now it wasn’t like either of them could pay for a Netflix subscription, so they just found whatever they could pirate on Vesper’s laptop. Sometimes it was movies, sometimes they’d get a free trial of something to watch some show, sometimes they’d just watch videos on YouTube while laying on their beds, which consisted of mattresses on the floor.
“Kaiju?” Keith snickered.
“Yes, those.”
“If it is an actual real life Kaiju I’m gonna lose it.”
“It’s not going to be a Kaiju, Keith.”
“Maybe it will be!”
“You sound like you’re gonna start talking about Mothman again.”
“We’re in a cave covered in markings probably from aliens that we trek through every day because of a feeling we both have," Keith began yet again and Vesper rolled their eyes, already regretting bringing it up. "We spent days deciphering a calendar because of some bits of some sort of prophecy we guessed at and are double checking it because we think some shit is gonna go down tomorrow because of cave drawings. But sure, mothman is completely crazy.”
“You’re completely crazy,” Vesper retorted.
“Considering I followed you into a cave yeah, pretty much."
“We’re in the desert because of an energy we feel. We’re both crazy.”
“...you make a point.”
Vesper laughed and Keith snickered as they continued their journey towards the calendar. They paused for a moment to get water and eat a bit of food but after three hours they finally found the calendar. Keith traded his flashlight for a lantern while Vesper got set up with his laptop and notes.
Vesper ended up, just to be safe, completely redoing all his calculations from the start. It took longer and by the end Keith looked about ready to pass out from boredom but it was worth it. After checking the second round of calculations he then checked them against the original set and found that, as expected, they were identical. The Arrival was coming, and it was coming tomorrow.
"It's coming," Vesper confirmed and Keith looked up from messing with that knife of his.
"You're sure?" Keith checked and Vesper rolled their eyes.
"Wasn't that the whole point of this?"
"Oh shut up."
Keith sighed and put the knife away as Vesper started doing the same with his equipment.
"Alright, let's eat and then get back so we can get ready for this thing," Keith decided as he reached in to grab Vesper's lunch. He tossed it to him then grabbed his own. It was nothing fancy, just what they could store without the food going bad quickly. They had a small cooler but that only kept things cool for a few days. They mainly just ate things like sandwiches and what not. Today it was peanut butter sandwiches since they'd run out of lunch meat and had been so focused on the Arrival they hadn't restocked in a bit. But they had chips with the sandwiches at least.
"You know," Keith started only for him to catch himself and pause. Vesper looked up from his sandwich to tilt his head. He didn't push yet. If you pushed too quickly or too much when Keith was trying to open up to you it was more likely he'd just snap and completely shut down. So Vesper gave him a moment and let Keith decide if he wanted to tell him whatever he was thinking. Eventually Keith swallowed and dropped his eyes but spoke. "This reminds me of Shiro."
"What does?" Vesper asked.
"Just the hiking out, small picnic in a cave of sandwiches and chips, riding out on the bike," Keith gave a one armed shrug.
"How so?" Vesper wondered.
"We used to do this all the time," Keith answered. "Mainly when him and Ira took me in. He wasn't supposed to, and Ira called him out for it all the time." He cleared his throat, putting on a strong southern accent and a lecturing tone. "'Takashi you're the reason he sneaks out all the time. I'm not digging you out when you get buried by rocks.' As if he wasn't the one that packed us the lunches."
Vesper laughed and Keith chuckled too, but his was more strained. Ira was a sensitive subject that Keith didn't bring up often. Even Vesper barely knew anything. Just that Ira was Shiro's husband, the two of them adopted Keith, and a little while after Shiro disappeared or died or whatever happened, they'd gotten in this massive fight and Keith left for the shack.
"The bike makes me think of him all the time," Keith continued. "You know that natural course I took you to to teach you how to ride it? And I taught you how to do like the tricks and shit?"
"You mean the wall and cliff thing?" Vesper raised an eyebrow and Keith nodded.
"Shiro taught me all of that," Keith explained. "Hell the bike is Shiro's, mine was a rental from the Garrison that he checked out for me."
“That’s actually sweet,” Vesper smiled.
“The fuck do you mean actually?” Keith scoffed.
“Keith. I’m your best friend.”
“Yeah, best friend I’ve ever had.”
“You pointed a knife at me when we first met.”
“You broke into my house!”
“It was abandoned!”
“Still,” Keith pouted and crossed his arms, though he’d never admit it was pouting.
"Uh huh," Vesper rolled their eyes and finished up their sandwich. "Let's get back, we need to make sure we have everything tonight so we know if we need a supply run tomorrow."
Keith nodded and the two of them packed up their bags and retraced their steps out of the caves and out of the ravine. From there it was just a short drive back on the bike. They set up a post outside the shack, and waited, until they spotted the meteor falling from the sky.
Haven Iverson:
Haven had just gotten off her shift in the infirmary with a few other medical cadets. She was exhausted, drained, and sore from being on her feet all day, especially since she'd stayed behind to help for an extra hour.
She slipped inside the apartment she shared with her dad, trying to be quiet.
Turns out, she didn't even need to. Because Commander Mitch Iverson was already waiting for her and holding a datapad.
…uh oh.
"McClain, Garrett, and Gunderson," Iverson said, his voice low with disappointment and sharp with frustration. He pulled up a file and shoved the datapad into her hands.
"What about them?" Haven innocently scrolled through the file.
Her father swiped to the next file, showing Haven's transfer request form. She winced. There it was.
"You want to be the field medic of one of the worst teams of cadets this facility has ever seen?" Iverson pointed to Haven's signature at the bottom.
Haven Iverson.
"Why do you hate them so much?" Haven demanded. "They don't need high scores to be good at what they do!"
"They have low scores because they can't cut it!" Iverson argued. "You're on Griffin's flight team. Best pilot here after Kogane got expelled. Why on Earth would you leave?"
"Because he's an asshole, Dad!" Haven snapped.
"Watch your mouth," Iverson warned.
"No!" Haven slammed the data pad down on the kitchen counter. "James Griffin is a full of himself, arrogant, petty, whiny, asshole, who thinks that because he's a good pilot he can do no wrong and everyone has to do what he wants. He orders his flight team around like we're his subordinates when we're supposed to be a team! Maybe their team doesn't do good on the simulators, but at least they're better than this!"
Her father didn't speak for a moment. "You're not transferring. That's the end of it."
"Dad!"
"You don't get to ruin your chances of a good career because you joined a team at the bottom of the class," Iverson ended her protest. "It's bad enough you—"
"Go on, say it," Haven stepped into his personal space. "Tell me how disappointed you really are that I'm on the medic track, not piloting. Admit it. Get it off your chest."
"Get your homework done," he ordered and left the apartment, the door closing behind him.
Haven wiped at her eyes, smearing angry tears. She didn't care about lights out right now. She turned and stormed right back out of the apartment into the hallway. She didn't go up to the roof. She always went up there, it would be too easy for her father to find her. Same with the infirmary. Instead she slipped out of the Garrison altogether and out into the desert.
There was this place out in the desert that was hidden unless you knew where to look. It had become her sanctuary. There was no one there to give her orders or fit her into a mold. She wasn't a soldier like her father wanted, the perfect medic like the instructors expected, or the daughter of Commander Iverson that got shunned by her peers. There wasn't a constant pressure on her soldiers. It wasn't suffocating, likethe Garrison. It was calming. Sometimes she liked to pretend it was someone welcoming her home.
She sat on an overhang and pulled her knees to her chest, watching the sun set over the rocks and sand. She tried not to let her thoughts run wild, knowing it would only make her more miserable. She didn't want to wallow. She wanted to relax, to let it all off her chest. And there was no bett—
What was that? Movement? Out here?
She shoved herself backwards and peeked over the edge. Climbing out of a canyon were two people her age with hiking gear. They helped each other out and headed towards a red hoverbike parked nearby.
They had masks pulled over the lower half of their faces, which made sense considering the sun and wind. But it also meant Haven couldn't make out who they were until one of them pulled the mask down to take a drink of water. Now she knew who that was. Everyone at the Garrison did. Best pilot in the Garrison since Takashi Shirogane himself. The kid who beat even some of his scores.
Keith Kogane.
Next to him was a kid with a purple leather jacket tied around his waist and brown curly hair. His gray eyes were piercing above the mask, even from here, and when he mirrored Keith's movements to drink from his own water, Haven could just make out a spray of freckles across his nose.
"Who are you?" Haven murmured. Keith being in the desert was weird enough. Being in the desert with some random person Haven didn't recognize from the Garrison was even weirder.
As tempted as she was to follow them—something about curiosity and cats—she knew she couldn't keep up to a hoverbike. She'd lose them immediately. So she watched them pull their masks back up and head off towards the horizon.
Haven stayed there thinking probably longer than she should have. She and Keith had never been close. She wasn't really close with anybody, honestly, not that she didn't try to be. But he had seemed like an okay kid, if a little hot headed, and he had been close with Captain Shirogane and Commander Shirogane. Then he'd punched James Griffin, then punched her father, then was expelled.
Now here he was.
Exploring desert caves with a stranger.
In the exact spot that made Haven feel safe for no reason she could explain.
She didn't spend long thinking about it. Because she heard the Garrison's alarms go off. Then she looked up and spotted the meteor falling from the sky.
Ira Shirogane:
Ira sat and stared at the open report in front of him, his eyes glazed over. Boredom was creeping in. And behind it was the rest of it, all the things Ira tried to never feel. The grief of Matt and Sam, his best friend and the closest thing he had to a father. The fight with Keith, the regret and the hurt behind every word they'd thrown at each other. The loss when he'd opened the door to Keith's room and found him gone.
Takashi.
He put down the damn pen and pinched the bridge of his nose. His promotion had been the best and worst thing to ever happen to him. As a Commander now, he had way more work to handle and responsibility to deal with. But at least it gave him something to throw himself into other than despair.
"He only stayed because of you! It's your fault he went up there! It's your fault he's dead!"
"Go to your room."
"I'm not a child!"
"GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM, KEITH!"
Ira blinked hard. He forced air into his lungs. Once. Twice. Three times. The fight was over. It all was. Takashi was dead. Matt and Sam had gone with him. Keith left. Everyone…everyone was gone. But he wasn't. For now, he had to push through. Just in case Keith needed him. Just in case he came back.
He wouldn't.
Ira shoved himself back from his desk. This wasn't working. He grabbed a datapad from in his desk—a drawer above the whiskey hidden in it—and opened a random manifest he had to check. Something that would make him move, to leave the void that was his office. But as he stood to leave, he finally registered sounds filtering through his cracked open window, what sounded like mocking laughter and blows. He was twenty four and too old for this.
"Come on, McClain, have some spine!" A kid laughed and someone grunted in pain as a thud signalled they'd been shoved against the wall.
Ira sighed. Of course it was McClain. The kid had a too smart mouth and a too dumb self-preservation instinct. For a split second, old instincts and his own bitterness to let natural consequences fall. But then he remembered another kid who got into fights and would hate him even more than he already did if he didn't at least check.
He went behind the building, to the shadowed area between the faculty office building and the guard wall. There, three senior cadets had another kid in the dirt against the wall. This wasn't Lance McClain, like Ira had expected. He rolled his eyes internally. It was Camillo McClain, his little brother who had just started at the Garrison. The kid hero worshipped Lance. He wanted so much to be like Lance, it would be cute if it wasn't a little pathetic.
Ira leaned against the wall in the shadows and pulled out his phone, starting the camera. Technically he hadn't seen anything incriminating. He couldn't do anything bu scare them off. So he recorded and waited.
Maybe a second later, a girl kicked Camillo's foot. "What's wrong, Cami? You had so much to say in front of Professor Takien."
"Don't call me that," Camillo grunted.
"Or what?" One of the boys laughed and kicked him again. "Your brother's not here to protect you, Cami."
That was enough in Ira's eyes. He put the phone away and crossed his arms.
"Hey kid!" He called over. "Go for the ankle!"
While the senior cadets looked over in shock, Camillo moved. He kicked out at the girl's ankle and she went down with a thud.
"Hey!" The girl cried. "Oh I'm gonna get you, you little sh—"
Ira stepped out of the shadows, arms still crossed, and the three senior cadets paled visibly.
"Commander Shirogane," The second boy breathed.
"I think this is the part where you leave." Ira raised an eyebrow.
The three of them scrambled off with a chorus of "yes, sir" and "sorry, Commander". Ira walked over to Camillo and offered a hand. Camillo glared at the ground but took it, wiping the dirt off his uniform.
"Thanks," he muttered. "I guess."
"What'd you do this time?" Ira asked.
"Nothing."
Ira looked at him for a moment longer. Camillo sighed, rubbing his cheek, which was already bruising.
"I beat the simulator records that they couldn't at my age," Camillo admitted. "And I may have…bragged. A lot. And pushed when they told me to shut up."
'God you're just like him,' Ira thought.
"Alright look," Ira said. "Standing up for yourself is good. But self-preservation is better. Don't run into every fight just hoping you'll win. There's no easier way to lose."
"If you pick and choose every fight you're a coward," Camillo shot back then froze. "Uh…sir."
"Maybe," Ira said. "But at least youre alive. Now move your ass, cadet. Infirmary."
"Oh come on," Camillo groaned.
"Walk."
Ira marched Camillo to the infirmary and dropped him off before heading back towards his office. On the way, he passed the simulator room, where Iverson was chewing out a team of cadets, as usual. Ira didn't even glance their way, idly making a reminder he had reports to grade for his own students.
"—but these kind of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission."
Ira froze in the hallway.
Mental mistakes?
Mental mistakes?
As if Takashi, Matt, and Sam weren't one of the best flight teams the Garrison had ever known? Ira would know! He would've been on that damn mission himself if the shuttle had been able to fit more than three people.
He was just about to ignore all the advice he just gave Camillo and storm into the room when a younger familiar voice cried out: "That's not true, sir!"
Ira groaned to himself. "Goddamn it, Katie."
He opened the door just in time to see what looked like a disciplinary issue in progress. He put on his best 'disappointed teacher' face and sharply called out.
"Gunderson! With me!"
The whole class stared at him, some of them snickering, some elbowing each other, a few going "ooooh you're in troubleeee" and McClain even whispering "oh shit".
Katie's hands balled into fists but she followed Ira out into the hallway and down to his office. He sat down in his chair and she sat down in the one across the desk.
"Katie," Ira rubbed his temples. "I haven't been letting you get away with this just for you to get expelled."
"I wouldn't have gotten expelled," Katie grumbled.
"Uh huh," Ira said flatly. "Remind me how many disciplinary reports you have against you from disrespecting superior officers, arguing with superior officers, and disobeying direct orders? Not to mention, oh I don't know, applying and attending under a false identity with paperwork you forged?"
"Yeah well—"
"Plus you were gonna punch him."
"Was not!"
"As someone who has had the urge to punch Iverson on multiple occasions, you were," Ira folded his hands on his desk. "Katie, I'm not gonna try to convince you to drop this. I've tried and failed. But if you want to keep your head down and skirt under the radar, you have to actually keep your head down."
"I know," Katie groaned and pushed her glasses up her nose. "But come on, how has he not pissed you off? You should be as angry as I am! He keeps saying it's pilot error! Shiro would—"
"I know exactly what my husband is capable of, Katie," Ira cut her off. She deflated.
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"You're angry and grieving, I get it, I have experience with angry teenagers," Ira replied. "And of course I'm angry. I never said I haven't punched Iverson. Just that you shouldn't. Just…go to bed. Try to work with your team instead of spending all your time trying to find aliens."
Katie's eyes widened. "How did you…?"
Ira smirked. "I know everything. Go to bed, Katie."
Katie groaned but nodded and left the room. Ira watched her go, knowing damn well she wouldn't go to bed. But he let her have this.
He tried to return to his work, but not even a few minutes later, he heard Iverson on the intercom.
"Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown! Security situation Zulu Niner. Repeat: All students are to remain in barracks until further notice."
Zulu niner? But that meant…
Ira slowly turned to look out his window, and spotted the meteor falling from the sky.
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Word Count: 4k
Original Characters: Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, Ira Shirogane
Story Summary: When a group of six teenagers see the meteor fall out of the sky, none of them expected to find a long dead hero, or each other. But when they converge on a blue lion through a series of events from both fate and chance, they leave everything behind and change the course of the universe forever.
Or, I've had these OCs for forever and really wanted to write something with them. Meet Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, and Ira Shirogane. Hope you like it!
Original Characters: Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, Ira Shirogane
Story Summary: When a group of six teenagers see the meteor fall out of the sky, none of them expected to find a long dead hero, or each other. But when they converge on a blue lion through a series of events from both fate and chance, they leave everything behind and change the course of the universe forever.
Or, I've had these OCs for forever and really wanted to write something with them. Meet Vesper Emrys, Haven Iverson, and Ira Shirogane. Hope you like it!
Haven: I’m a woman of action. You have to act first and learn to apologize later, like I do.
Hunk: You never apologize.
Haven: Well, I would if I had ever been wrong.
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Hiii! For the VLD OC ask game 1, 11, 14, 28! I'd love to know more about Haven and Vesper, they seem so cool from the snippet you posted <3
Aaaaa Im so excited, thank you for the ask!
Vesper
I'm gonna do this one excluding his love interest (Keith), just for fairness, so probably Lance if I had to pick one. They're a bit annoyed (and jealous) of each other at first, but they come to really rely on each other heavily.
Watching the stars, if he's on his own. But he likes to spend time with the others as much as he can, believing the best teams are the ones who know each other outside of training and missions and work and such
Overall, Vesper loves space. There wasn't really anything left for him on Earth so there isn't particularly anyone or anything for him to miss. Except the food. He's a very picky eater, so he can struggle sometimes with so many new foods and new tastes and new textures all the time.
Is name was originally Asterin but I decided that was a little too fantasy-esque
Haven
Once again, other than her love interest (Lance) she gets along best with Allura. The two are both very good at their jobs (Haven as a medic) and work together really well, but are able to let out their non-commander/non-medic sides together
Haven is a massive workaholic, so she probably is still finding something to do in the medbay or writing reports
Her father. She's the adopted daughter of Commander Iverson and though their relationship was complicated, she loves him a lot and she's terrified she'll die before she gets the chance to repair it
She's a trans woman and chose the name Haven for herself because that's all she's ever wanted to be, not a fighter, but the safe haven.
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Legends Are Made Masterlist | Read it on ao3 | Read it on Wattpad |
Word Count: 1714
Characters/Relationships: Atlas Harlow (OC), Atlas & The Avengers, Atlas & Phil Coulson
Book Summary: They came as flashes, hardly more than images. A man with dark hair standing in the sky as glowing magic turned his cane and outfit into golden armor and a spear with a large glowing blue gem. A nebulous cloud formation among the sky with colored stars. Some sort of large man with purple skin. A group of people he didn't recognize other than himself and a man he'd seen on the news more times than he could count. A cerulean light shot into the sky on a strangely shaped roof of gravel. Carriages ripped through the sky, firing blasts into the streets. Atlas could hear every horrified scream. He saw the dark haired man again, without the strange horned helmet but smirking as he held the spear aloft. Finally he saw a strange round machine, with a blue glowing cube in the center that looked like it held a galaxy within.
AKA a guy stuck with the "gift" of prophecy gets one little vision and suddenly is stuck fighting gods and an alien army.
“Please confirm your name and date of birth.”
“Atlas Harlow, March 26th, 1990.”
The agent nodded and tapped some things on his tablet. He wasn't particularly intimidating, just another white guy with brown hair who wasn't well built or even that tall. But the other agent behind him with the rifle in his hands kept Atlas in his seat on his own couch.
The agent interviewing him had introduced himself as an agent of some agency called SHIELD. Atlas had only heard of the organization once when eavesdropping on his parents. He had no idea who they were or how they found him. Or how they knew who, what, he was.
“Mr. Harlow, my name is Agent Phil Coulson,” The man told him.
“Uh, nice to meet you,” Atlas said. “Where's my roommate? Xe should've been home by now.”
“Mx. Ryu has been asked to have a sudden conference with xir microeconomics professor,” Coulson answered.
"But xe's okay?" Atlas checked, eyes darting to the other agent again. "You haven't, I don't know, done something to xir?"
"Just redirected xir," Coulson promised. "We're not here to hurt anyone, including you."
"Yeah the giant gun and bulletproof vests definitely gave off that impression," Atlas retorted. "What even is SHIELD? Is it like the FBI?"
"Sort of," Coulson nodded. "We're here to protect everyone, from whatever they need protected from. A lot of times that means protecting the rest of the world from the things it can't understand or it just isn't ready for. And sometimes people are one of those things."
If there was any doubt they knew what he was, it was gone now. He had no idea how, but these people knew. How the hell did they know? He couldn't look away from the gun now. They thought Atlas was a threat. How long before that gun moved and was pointed right at him.
"What are you going to do to me?" Atlas asked. He hated how his voice shook. In all the lessons he'd received he'd never been taught what to do here. He knew how to fight monsters and hide from people. But what could he do now that he'd been found?
"I'm just here to ask you some questions," Coulson said and switched out his tablet for a manilla folder. Atlas caught a glimpse of what looked like a file with his picture on it. The folder had a circular logo with a bird, probably an eagle. "Why don't you tell me what it is you can do?"
Atlas forced himself to take a deep breath. Focus.
"Just prophetic stuff," Atlas answered. "Nothing I can use to actually hurt anyone."
"Prophetic? As in, clairvoyant?" Coulson raised his eyebrows.
"I guess? I'm not really sure if there's a difference. Wait is, is that not why you're here?"
"I guess it is. Our intelligence suggested your powers were telepathic."
"Not at all," Atlas shook his head. "I can't see into anyone's head or anything. I get these visions, sometimes while I'm awake and sometimes in my dreams. They can be about anything, past, present, or future. Usually future. But, I can't control them. I have no control over when I have a vision, when the vision is set, what or where it is, anything. It's completely random. I've had entire visions just about a nap I'll have the next day."
"Are you sure it isn't just deja vu?" Coulson wondered and Atlas snickered. "Something funny?"
"Sorry it's just, I don't think most people's eyes glow when they have deja vu," Atlas said. Coulson's eyes widened and he hurriedly wrote something down. "They glow a bright green when I'm awake, or for my instinct thing."
"Instinct thing?"
"It's hard to describe," Atlas sighed and sat forward a little so he could gesture more as he talked. "Sometimes when I'm in danger I can feel it, right here."
He put his hand over his chest.
"Sometimes it's general sense of danger," Atlas continued. "But when it's an actual threat of some kind I get this split second vision of whatever's about to happen and I'm able to avoid it. It's so short I don't even really process it as a vision until after, it's more of an instinct."
"How often does this happen?" Coulson asked.
"Well I got the general feeling just before you knocked," Atlas admitted. "The threat visions only happen if I'm being imminently threatened so not often."
"And the prophetic visions?"
"It varies, a lot. I could go weeks without one then have seven in one day."
Coulson didn't say anything else, just wrote more things down in his file which he then looked over more.
"Mr. Harlow I'd like you to come with me for some testing," Coulson started and he must have read the immediate fear on Atlas's face because he hurried to continue. "Nothing crazy, I promised we wouldn't hurt you and I intend to keep that promise. We just want to analyze your powers and make sure you're telling the truth-"
Glass shattered, wind whistled, and Coulson's head whipped back as blood dripped from his forehead. Atlas choked on something and glanced down to see blood spreading across his own shirt. Then he blinked and both of them were perfectly fine.
Atlas acted before he could think, letting his instincts guide him. He threw himself across the coffee table, grabbed Coulson, and dragged them both to the floor just in time for the window to shatter and a bullet hole to in his couch. The agent with the rifle stormed to the window and quickly began talking into an earpiece, shouting orders and such.
"What were you saying about telling the truth?" Atlas panted.
"Point taken," Coulson sighed. "Thank you. Now I'd very much like you to come with me."
Atlas was hurried out of the apartment and into one of the black cars outside the building with Coulson. They didn't even make it to the airport before Coulson got the call that the would-be assassin had been caught and that it had nothing to do with Atlas, so he was safe to go home after the testing and such. A short flight to DC later, Atlas was being hooked up to machines he couldn't begin to understand, though he was sure Willa could've told him exactly what they were measuring.
The tests flew by. Before long he was escorted to a simple room with a bed, table, and two chairs to be monitored in case he had a bad reaction to any of the tests. To Atlas's surprise, Coulson remained right by his side through out every single test, telling him in detail about the Index and how he'd get a case worker to check in on him. The only time he left was when Atlas went to the recovery room so he could go over the results with the scientists.
He wasn't sure how long he was in the recovery room bored out of his mind, but he knew that by the time Coulson returned he'd resorted to laying on the floor on his back for any sort of stimulation. Atlas hurried to stand and sit across from Coulson at the table, but Coulson paused and glanced at the cameras. Someone must have said something in an earpiece or something because he stopped unprompted and sat down.
"Uh, is everything okay?" Atlas wondered, already tugging at his fingers and glancing at the door.
"Everything's okay, and you get to go home as soon we're done talking," Coulson said and Atlas sighed in relief. "I've also been assigned as your case agent."
"Oh." Atlas frowned. "I mean I'm kind of relieved, but you seemed like you were pretty high level. Why are you assigned to monitor me?"
"Because we've decided to keep you off the Index," Coulson answered.
"But you saw I have powers."
"True. But with what you can do, we don't want anyone else to come after you. So we've decided your file will be highly classified and only a handful of agents will even know you exist. Your visions aren't consistent enough to warrant bringing you in-"
"Was that an option?! If you got crazy results you were gonna just, just lock me up?"
"Possibly. For your protection, or your recruitment."
"And I just wouldn't get a say?"
"It wasn't the preferred option but it was a possibility. But your visions were deemed too random. We have a different solution."
Coulson pulled out two things from his jacket, a journal bound in green leather with an eye in the center and a flip phone.
"I'll be using this to check in on you every few days to make sure you're okay," Coulson explained as he handed Atlas the phone. "It's also a direct line to me if you need help or have a vision you think is important."
Coulson then handed Atlas the journal beautifully handmade journal. Atlas had a stray thought wondering if someone made this in the short amount of time his tests took or if they already had such a specific journal on hand.
"We want you to write down every vision and prophetic dream you have in that," Coulson said. "Once a month we'll meet up at a safehouse and go over the journal and all the visions in it, see if any of your visions could answer our questions, or vice versa."
"It's this instead of imprisonment?" Atlas clarified and Coulson gave him an apologetic look. Atlas liked the guy he supposed, even if he didn't like the threat hanging over his head. He seemed like he really wanted to keep Atlas safe. What he doubted was if SHIELD did. He had a sneaking suspicion his possible "recruitment" would be less about keeping him safe and would more be about making sure no one else could use him against SHIELD. "Fine. Just…take me home. Please."
"Alright," Coulson stood and Atlas did too, clutching the journal close to his chest. "You can contact me whenever you need. I swear I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe."
"Sometimes we don't have as much power as we think, Coulson," Atlas muttered.
He left the room and was escorted to a plane before Coulson could say another word.
Characters/Relationships: Atlas Harlow (OC), Atlas & The Avengers, Atlas & Phil Coulson
Book Summary: They came as flashes, hardly more than images. A man with dark hair standing in the sky as glowing magic turned his cane and outfit into golden armor and a spear with a large glowing blue gem. A nebulous cloud formation among the sky with colored stars. Some sort of large man with purple skin. A group of people he didn't recognize other than himself and a man he'd seen on the news more times than he could count. A cerulean light shot into the sky on a strangely shaped roof of gravel. Carriages ripped through the sky, firing blasts into the streets. Atlas could hear every horrified scream. He saw the dark haired man again, without the strange horned helmet but smirking as he held the spear aloft. Finally he saw a strange round machine, with a blue glowing cube in the center that looked like it held a galaxy within.
AKA a guy stuck with the "gift" of prophecy gets one little vision and suddenly is stuck fighting gods and an alien army.