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File No.: 1003489

Subject: Individual Report

Subjects Name: Lorelei "Rory" Anne Hart

Rank: Three-Star General (Retired)

Codename: Bionica

Report:

Born August 13th, 1921. Joined United States Army August 13th,1939. Specially promoted to Captain due to tactical genius in 1944. Played as an asset to winning several major battles in the war. In June 1946 stepped on a rogue land mine. What was left of Hart's body was put into a drug-induced coma for the next several months while Howard Stark (see File No. 1002137) created Hart a new body made of proto-adamantium, covered in a synthetic material that resembles flesh. This made Hart physically indestructible, while still physically acceptable. Hart's brain was implanted inside the metal body successfully on March 8th, 1947. Though the war had ended, Hart proved to be invaluable during the course of her service. Hart stayed in the military and resigned shortly after the September 11th incident in 2001. An excerpt from an interview about resignation:

"… I never doubted that I would come back for America. When you live forever you begin to understand that there's never going to be peace. There's always a next 'big conflict'. So I'm not leaving; I'm just taking an extended vacation."

Director Fury tossed the personnel file on the table. Agent Hill glanced at the file name.

"Is it really that bad, Director?" She asked, "To call in the invincible is a pretty desperate move."

"At this point, Agent Hill, nothing is too desperate."


If there was one thing Rory Hart hated, it was being awoken at five in the morning on a Sunday by an annoying agent by the name of Smith. The knocking on her front door was relentless, until she managed to crawl out of her bed and open the threshold.

"Good morning General Hart." The aforementioned agent said cheerily, "I didn't wake you, did I?" He asked standing in the doorway.

"Don't worry about it, son." She managed a smile, as she motioned him inside.

"I can assure you, General Hart, I've got a good reason. Fury's calling in a team; we've got an issue. A big issue." The agent spoke theatrically. Rory sighed and rubbed her temples.

'What is with Nick Fury and his issues?'

"I've only been in retirement for ten years and the world's about to end again," She sighed, "How soon do they want me in?"

"They've already sent out the jet. It should arrive in twenty minutes." She snorted. Fury knew her all too well, "Well, I thank you Agent Smith for summoning me, but now it seems I must sort my belongings." The agent stood up and dismissed himself, and Rory began packing.


Right on schedule, a jet plane with the S.H.E.I.L.D. insignia landed in the open field by Rory's meek little cabin. She quickly boarded the plane to be greeted by an Agent Coulson.

"It is truly an honor to meet you, 'Bionica'." The man named Coulson shook her hand vigorously, all the while smiling like a little boy on Christmas. Rory chuckled at the name.

"It has been awhile since I have been called that. I am pleased to meet you as well, sir. Now what is this situation at hand?" Rory knew it must be of large proportions if Nick Fury had to call her in. He didn't bother the indestructible for nothing.

"I'll leave the debriefing to Director Fury." Coulson smiled with secrecy and turned to the pilots, motioning them to take off. "We have one more to pick up, General Hart. If you would please buckle in."


It was an uneventful flight, and Rory had absolutely no idea where they were going. She'd been there when S.H.E.I.L.D. first started; the least they could do was share some information. After nearly two hours the jet finally landed, and Agent Coulson left to talk to the last recruit. Thirty minutes slowly ticked away before Coulson finally re-emerged with another man. He was tall, masculine, and had blonde hair. Rory thought the man looked eerily familiar as she gradually took him in. The man must've thought Rory was familiar too, because he was also staring at her with a furrowed brow.

"Something wrong, Captain?" Coulson asked, looking up at the man he practically worshipped. Steve removed his eyes from Rory. She smirked, finally recognizing the man.

"Nothing, sir. It's impossible." He whispered the last part to himself. He ran his fingers through his hair in a stressed manner. Rory could tell that he was very bothered by the situation.

"Improbable, yes, but not impossible Captain. Though I admit, I didn't ever think I'd see you alive again, either." She rose from her seat with a grin on her face. Steve's eyes lit up longingly.

"Rory?" He asked, barely above a whisper, hoping beyond hope that something familiar would return to his miserable existence.

"It is lovely to see you, Steven." She greeted, holding her arms out for a hug. The captain's eyes widened. He dropped his belongings and embraced the girl tightly, fearing that if he let go she might disappear.

"How is this possible?" He asked, relieved that not everything he once knew was lost.

There was a pregnant pause before Rory continued. "I am not quite as you once knew me, Steve. There was an incident during the war." This statement caused Steve looked confused. Coulson walked to the pit and began speaking with the pilots. Rory took that as a sign that they would be taking off soon. She motioned for Steve to sit beside her as she began telling her story.

"You ought to remember that I was a "soldier" during the war." She began, finger quoting the word 'soldier'. Steve looked confused at the gesture, but ignored it.

"Right, I remember your endless complaining about not being able to fight on the front lines." Steve chuckled at the memory. She smirked, also reflecting on the simpler times.

"I was being used for my tactical mind… There was… An unfortunate turn of events, though. One day I was taking a stroll and I must have wandered too far," Rory took a breath. Even after nearly 70 years the memory still frightened her, "They told me I stepped on a rogue land-mine." Steve looked shocked, but said nothing.

"When I was found, I was still alive, but barely. I was sent to the nearest hospital where I was put into a drug-induced comatose for months. During this time the brilliant Howard Stark outfitted me a new body made of adamantium. A perfect replica of my former self, without any of my human flaws. My old body was too weak to contain my still perfectly functioning mind, so they put it in here." Rory tapped her head, which created a resonating ding, "Howard had created a new synthetic fiber that had the look and consistancy of human flesh. He covered my new body with it, stuck some hairs on my head, and here I am." Rory finished lamely. Steve sighed, and put his head in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair once more. His hair was amply mussed by now. Rory figured he'd been running his fingers through his hair a lot lately; it was a common stressful tick. A good five minutes passed before Steve finally spoke up.

"How come I never heard about this, Rory?" Steve felt his heart ache for the woman. To watch everyone she loved grow old and die, while she remained the same, was even harder than just disappearing for 70 years. She smiled at him; a tinge of sadness adorned her eyes.

"It was about a year after you… left." Steve sat silently while he tried to wrap his head around the new information. After a moment he hugged the unsuspecting Rory. She jumped at the contact.

After a long pause Steve spoke up, "It really is good to see a familiar face, Rory."

A smile cracked on Rory's face as she hugged Steve back, "I know it's been rough Steve. I know."


They soon arrived at the S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters; an aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean. On the ride there the two had been debriefed on other members assembling with them, a few of which were Agent Natasha Romanoff and a Dr. Bruce Banner. They met once the jet touched down. Steve and Rory walked on to the pavement, and a woman with short, fiery red hair approached them.

"Agent Natasha Romanoff," Coulson spoke from behind the two, "Captain Rogers and General Hart."

"Ma'am." Steve greeted, while Rory gave a brief nod. Agent Romanoff responded with a quick "Hi", and began talking to Coulson.

"General?" Steve turned to Rory, astonished.

"Retired." Rory shrugged, "I've had seventy years, Steve. There's been more than one war since you've left us." She said, chuckling. Agent Romanoff informed Coulson he was needed on the bridge. Coulson nodded, and walked away. The agent turned her attention to the two.

"It was quite the buzz around here, finding you in the ice." Agent Romanoff said to Steve as the trio began walking, "We thought Coulson was going to swoon. Did he ask you to sign his trading cards?"

"Trading cards?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"They're vintage. He's very proud." Rory chuckled, and shook her head. She noticed Coulson's childlike infatuation with Steve earlier, and was not surprised to hear that he had expensive Captain America memorabilia.

"And he about died when he found out you'd be working with us, Miss Hart. Apparently his niece is a huge fan." Rory snorted.

"Well, it's good to know kids take interest in something other than video games every now and then." Rory said with a smirk, "And call me Rory. All this 'General' and 'Miss' stuff gets irritating…" Natasha nodded with a smile. Still smirking to herself, Rory looked up and saw another familiar face on board the carrier.

"Dr. Banner!" Steve called his attention first. Rory noticed how fidgety the good doctor looked. She winced, knowing this experience had to be hard for him, and he likely didn't come on his own will.

"Uh, yeah, hi… They told me you'd be coming." He said, shaking Steve's hand. Banner had yet to notice Rory as he was still taking in the massive ship.

"Word is you can find the cube." Steve said politely. Banner looked around nervously again.

He sheepishly asked, "Is that the only word of me?"

"The only word I care about." Steve smiled at him. Dr. Banner nodded, relieved. At least someone wasn't there to judge him. For the first time Bruce turned to Rory, and he broke a genuine smile.

"Nice to see you, Miss Lorelei. They didn't tell me you'd be here." He greeted, shaking her hand.

"It is magnificent to see you too, Bruce. And please, stop calling me Lorelei. It's Rory." She said pleaded with a grin. Both Steve and Natasha looked confused at the exchange before them.

"You know him?" Natasha inquired. Rory smirked at the memory of her first encounter with Dr. Banner.

"It was a couple of weeks after the good doctor's 'incident'. Fury called me in to help with some… containment issues." Rory's eyes twinkled with mischief, while Dr. Banner rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly chuckling.

"Yeah, it's useful to be indestructible around the other guy." At that moment a loud whirring sound resonated throughout the carrier. Natasha smirked knowingly.

"Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's gonna get a little hard to breathe." The three looked around, slightly confused.

"Is this a submarine?" Steve asked.

"Really? They want me in a submerged, pressurized, metal container?" Dr. Banner deadpanned, as they walked to the edge of the ship. They soon found out that the ship wasn't sinking; it was flying.

Banner chuckled, "Oh no, this is much worse."


Natasha led the group inside to, what Rory guessed, was the bridge. The room was teaming with people running about, performing their duties. Rory took a seat at the table in the middle of the room, and saw Steve walk up to Director Fury, handing him a ten dollar bill. She looked on with curiosity, but said nothing. Fury smirked, pocketed the money, and walked to Dr. Banner.

"Doctor, thank you for coming." He said, shaking Banner's hand.

"Thanks for asking nicely," Bruce said dryly. Rory assumed from his tone that she was right, and he didn't really have much of a say on the matter. "How long am I staying?" Bruce continued.

"As soon as we get our hands on the tesseract, you're good." Fury stated monotonously. Bruce nodded.

"And, uh, where are you with that?" He asked, walking around and looking at a few of the many monitors in the room.

Coulson answered, "We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops. If it's connected to a satellite it's eyes and ears for us." He crossed his arms, looking pleased with himself. Natasha looked up from a screen that had a S.H.E.I.L.D. agent on it.

"That's still not gonna find it in time." Natasha stated.

"You're going to need to narrow your field." Bruce spoke up. Rory could see the gears already whirring in his head, "How many spectrometers do you have access to?" He turned to Fury.

"How many are there?" Fury replied with a smirk. Dr. Banner began laying out a plan for how he was going to narrow down the searching fields, and then asked to be shown his lab.

"Agent Romanoff," Fury called, "Show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please." He ordered as Natasha stood up and escorted Dr. Banner out. Rory smiled after him. Fury approached Rory and she stood from her seat.

"Director Fury." She greeted, shaking his hand.

"Bionica." He returned stoically. Rory snorted.

'Am I the only one who can't say that with a straight face?'

"So what exactly is the situation at hand, Director? No offense, but finding a cube of gamma radiation is really something that ought to be left to the geniuses."

"It's not finding it I need you for. It's the retrieval that could get messy." Rory nodded.

"… How messy?" She further inquired.

Fury looked her square in the face. "Inter-galactic messy."


S.H.E.I.L.D. had been running a face recognition program through their computers for nearly an hour by this point; while all Rory and Steve could do was sit back and watch. Coulson had finally asked Steve to sign his vintage Captain America cards.

"I mean… If it's not too much trouble." Steve stood awkwardly while Rory was snickering to herself.

"No, no. It's fine." Steve nodded, and then shot a glare at Rory.

"It's a vintage set. Took me a couple of years to collect them all." Coulson said proudly. Rory snorted once more, which caused Coulson to look at her. She covered it up by coughing. He was about to say something when the computer monitor cut him off by beeping.

"We've got a match." One of the agents said, "Stuttgart, Germany… He's not exactly hiding, sir." Director Fury turned to Steve and Rory.

"Cap'n, Bionica. You're up." Steve inhaled nervously, and nodded at Fury, before going to suit up. Rory looked down at her clothing. Her high-waisted jeans and neon yellow, off-the-shoulder, crop top made her look like a fashion icon of the 80's. Rory shrugged. It was better than her 60's garb…


And there you have it! Chapter one! The next chapter we get to meet all of the other characters, and get some action and whatnot. Please leave reviews, they are definitely inspiring! And the more inspired I am, the more chapters you get, which in turn works out for everyone. :D So review! Suggest ideas! Whatever you feel like! Do eeet. Anywho~

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YO. This is a late edit! :D This is just me saying that I combined the prologue and the first chapter. So. Yeah. That's pretty much it...

-VA