nextgen_shield:

Agent Gamble noticed a power surge in one satellite and then it was gone. The connection to the satellite was broken and then another satellite had a power surge. A few moments later that one went offline. One by one the SHIELD satellites went offline and the world's big spy agency was blind in the sky.

Agent Gamble jumped up and hurried over to Commander Dugan.

Ten minutes later Col. Fury ordered his special ops team in for a briefing.

nextgen_holiday:

"A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be." -- Unknown

nextgen_holiday:

Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. ~Marion C. Garretty, quoted in A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul

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princess_mutt:

Muir Island had seen many large Christmas celebrations over the years, but this was one of the biggest. The building was warm in the cold North Scotland weather, and brimming with people.

Loretta Lynn's Christmas album was playing loudly. This was not an attempt to make any Kentucky guests feel extra-welcome, but simply because, as any of his stepgrandpuppies would happily explain, Sean was daft.

Moira happily clutched at Lucas as they came into the front atrium along with Cassidy and Izzy.

electrified:

Del sifted through the mound of paperwork on her desk. As the S.H.I.E.L.D. liaison to Scotland Yard it meant she kept her eyes out for stuff that the agency couldn't handle or didn't want to and relaying the stuff that SHIELD was handing off. It also meant a mountain of paperwork that kept her at her desk more than in the field. She missed being out in the field and dealing with bad guys. It was one part of her job that she had loved. When did she get to be a paper pusher?

She found the folder she was looking for and opened it. The reports were ordinary enough, but something else in another file had made her wonder and she had to come back to this one to check. There was unusual activity out near Chearsley. Lorries rolling in and out at odd hours of the night and strangers in the small town speaking a few different languages. There was a report of a weird snake symbol seen briefly under the coat of one of the strangers.

She could kick this to M-I5, but she had a feeling they wouldn't get to it anytime in the current year. Del knew who she could call to do some recon under the radar. She picked up the phone and made arrangements for a meeting.

nextgen_holiday:

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

electrified:

It was good to be back in London. Besides Muir Island it was the only place that felt like home to Del. She entered her flat and looked around. Everything was just as she left it before she had left to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. for a brief period. Tomorrow she started back at her old job with Scotland Yard in their superhuman division. It should be interesting seeing how England now had a superhero team of its own. Del had a feeling she was going to be very busy.

She sighed and dropped her bags. First things first. Time to shower and then go by some groceries.

nextgen_parent:

Nick Fury walked out of his office and stopped near his assistant's desk. "Get the team in the ready room in ten minutes." Then he kept walking out of the office.

electrified:

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.

Four shots and Del pressed the button to bring the target close so she could inspect her work. Every day she took time to come down to the shooting range to practice. Daddy said you could never practice too much when it came to shooting weapons. Del had learned from him and had picked up firearms rather easily. It was in the blood.

She looked at the target. Four perfect shots. Two in the head and two in the heart. The grouping was excellent as the holes were almost on top of each other.

She smiled and put up a new target.

sammyfury:

Sammy finished up the details for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s newest special ops team and called the first meeting aboard the helicarrier. This time Dad's office wasn't available or requested so there was no mistaking which Fury was in charge. Col. Fury would hear about the meeting soon enough. He might even show up to give his view on why he created the team.

For this meeting, all she wanted was to get the quarters assigned, equipment procured, questions answered and let everyone meet each other and find out why each of them were chosen for this team. Forget that she was a little anxious about it. Being a Fury in S.H.I.E.L.D. meant people watched to see you fail to live up to the Colonel's example. She had to be better just to be considered satisfactory, and temper it with patience and humor so she didn't drive everyone around her insane.

If this worked, she would definitely owe Uncle Steve a thank you for showing her how a powered team could be led without climbing a bell tower.

nextgen_parent:

Nick had been tossing the idea around in his brain for some time now and the recent events in New York had brought it back to the front of his mind. It was about time S.H.I.E.L.D. started taking a more active role in dealing with the powered set out there.

Nick had gone through some files and had selected a few candidates. Luckily some were already agents. Others he would have to go have a chat with.

"Get Sammy in here," he said over the intercom. "And round up agents Childress, Alice Dugan and Walker. I want to see them as well."