Marvel's FBI?

"Skye! This is Fitz! Respond if you hear me!"

"Skye, copy that!"

"Jemma hasn't checked in for three minutes—I'm afraid she's already fallen to that guy!"

"Damn it! We have to avenge Jemma… but can just the two of us pull it off?"

"Sigh, forget the two of us—even Oliver and Wade got taken out. Beating him is impossible. We still need to finish the mission."

Skye crouched behind a massive tree. She looked grimy and worn, but aside from some scrapes, she was mostly unharmed.

She had just gotten through to Fitz and learned that Jemma had sacrificed herself.

It was also a clear message: the enemy was on another level.

One-on-one fights, group ambushes, traps, drugging—every tactic they had, they'd tried it all.

Useless.

"I've collected three stars. What about you, Fitz?"

"I've got two. We need ten total to clear this thing—ah!"

Skye froze as she heard Fitz let out a blood-curdling scream through the comm.

Then… silence.

The channel went dead.

Skye instinctively made the sign of the cross over her chest, whispering a prayer for Fitz.

This enemy was terrifying.

But she wouldn't quit. She was a Federal Bureau of Investigation agent—she didn't give up just because the odds sucked.

Skye! You've got this. You can do this!

With that mental reset, Skye took one confident step forward.

And got yanked upside down into the air by a snare trap.

She just stared, blankly.

How many times had this happened now?

At first, she would scream. Now, she just calmly wondered why this trap was here again.

Right on cue, a colorful snake slithered down the rope toward her.

"Hey, hey, hey! No way this is happening again! Dante, you bastard, help!"

Just as the viper's foul-smelling body was about to brush her foot, whoosh—a green arrow pierced both the snake and the rope.

Someone in an FBI combat suit leaped out of nowhere and caught her mid-fall.

Skye blinked, looking up at Dante's face.

Just as she started to blush—

He let her go.

Let. Her. Go.

"Skye, this isn't me being mean," Dante said, watching her tumble to the ground and groan while clutching her butt. He looked half-amused. "That trap you just tripped? Fitz and Jemma left that one behind. It was during our last training session. Dynamic duo, right there."

As their field supervisor, Dante was still responsible for training Skye and helping the Coulson Team whip their new recruits into shape.

Granted, he didn't last long at the FBI Academy before bailing—but that was only because he'd been assigned to train a bunch of hormonal, angsty teens.

Which, mentally speaking, was roughly the same difficulty as training Harley Quinn.

These new Coulson Team recruits? Not as bad. At least they followed orders.

Except Wade Wilson. That guy was a walking paradox of effort and laziness.

And this wasn't sarcasm—Wade's "slacking off" was literal slacking off. In nearly a month of jungle training, he'd spent half the time beefing with a river.

"Dante, you know me. I always pay back my debts," Wade had said once. "First day I got here, I hid in the river. Didn't expect those damn piranhas to bite my lychees. Had to teach them a lesson."

Aside from that minor... dietary revenge arc, Wade's performance had been nearly flawless.

Oliver Queen? Don't even need the last name. The man belonged in a rainforest. He was more comfortable here than in a living room.

Those two were the team's front-liners before Captain America officially joined.

As for the rest of the recruits…

Yeah. Long way to go.

Skye was doing best, all things considered. She was a street-raised orphan who'd played hide-and-seek with the FBI for years. Survival was in her bones.

Fitz and Jemma? Talented in their own fields, but… field ops? Not really their thing.

Still, with time and grit, they'd hit baseline competence.

But…

"Barry Allen, your athletic ability is honestly… mind-blowingly bad."

Dante really couldn't figure it out.

This was Barry Allen. The future Flash.

How was he so clumsy? So slow?

"Agent Dante! I know my shortcomings! I'll keep working hard!"

Dante facepalmed.

Kid had heart, though. Total Justice League material. A real team conscience.

After taking a moment, Dante opened a portal back to FBI Headquarters.

"You haven't defeated me. You didn't even finish collecting and delivering the star tokens. But, since I'm just that overpowered…"

"I hereby declare this tropical rainforest training camp—successfully concluded!"

And with that, he booted each recruit into the portal like luggage on a moving sidewalk.

…

Back on the long-missed 31st floor, Dante entered the command center.

Seeing the familiar overworked faces of Fury and Professor X, he couldn't help but grin.

"Yo. Busy, you two fossils?"

"I'm growing less and less fond of your attitude."

Fury looked up at him.

"You have any idea how much chaos we've had lately? The Star Team's off on an armed exercise, and the Coulson Team's stuck in jungle combat training! If I hadn't deployed Maria and Natasha to help out, Melinda's temper would've had her kicking down my door!"

Dante plopped onto Fury's stupidly expensive leather couch and gave both directors the same dumb, deadpan stare.

"Okay, but nothing serious happened while I was gone. I've been watching my terminal. Just a few low-tier bio-zombie attacks—didn't even need to activate B.O.W.s. Some brats from the Academy wiped those out on the way to class."

He gestured lazily. "So… ever think of just assigning missions to them?"

"They're not mature enough."

At the mention of the Academy kids, Professor X finally looked up. His dark circles were practically etched in.

Fury probably had them too, but his skin tone gave him stealth mode.

"Not mature doesn't mean not strong. And there's a shortcut to maturity," Dante said, smirking. "Give them course credit for missions. Boom—instant responsible agents."

The guy had no mercy. Not even for child labor.

But…

It was a damn good idea.

Fury and Professor X locked eyes for a full 0.1 seconds.

Consensus reached.

Kids had energy for days. No reason for them old-timers to keep doing all the legwork.

Worst case? Assign a field agent to monitor them.

"Anything else? If not, I'm out. I've been away from my squad too long. Time to return to the frontlines."

"Return my ass. I've got a mission for you."

Fury finally remembered why he'd summoned Dante in the first place.

"A mission? Me, solo?"

"Up to you. It's not complicated, but it is connected to the American government..."

Fury tapped on his terminal and sent over the mission dossier.

Dante opened the file.

Read the first line.

Frowned.

"A federal prison was sold to a private operator, and now there are supernatural incidents? You messing with me?"

"Do I look like I've got time to mess with you?" Fury growled. "I'm so busy I wish I could split my one eye into two!"

He paused, then composed himself. "On the surface, it's nothing major. But the issue is, we sent four agents in already—and they all came back confused, with zero memory of the prison."

Memory loss?

Dante immediately looked at Professor X.

He gently shook his head.

"All four agents were screened by every telepath we've got. Conclusion: not caused by psychic interference. No signs of drugs or hypnosis either."

And that was saying something.

When it came to telepathic screening, if the FBI claimed to be second-best globally, no one dared claim first.

If Mutants couldn't find a trace, that ruled out telepathy.

But drugs or hypnotic conditioning? That was murkier.

He'd have to go in himself to be sure.

Then he saw the name of the prison.

And that's when the system finally spoke up again.

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[Mission: Prison Break, Brother]

[Mission Briefing: Experienced FBI agents have returned mentally scrambled. What secrets lie within Fox River Prison? Oddball inmates, a mysterious escape plan, a warden who never leaves... everything reeks of misdirection. And in the prison's deepest, darkest levels… they say you might just find traces of "God."]

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Fox River Prison!?

You've got to be kidding me—that's literally from Prison Break!

Great. Now prison break arcs were supernatural too?

And honestly, how do you make something more supernatural than T-bag's name?

"I'm assigning this one to you. Shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Right. Since we don't know what's causing the memory wipes, it's better to limit how many agents go in. But logistics? Yeah, we'll need a team."

Dante tapped into his comms.

"Have Fitz, Jemma, and Barry on standby at the aerial command post. I'll need research support."

"And tell Skye to track down Ingrid. I need a fake identity and intel package."

(To be continued.)

Junk dog's Note: Lots of bonuses, so it's only fair to get lots of power stones, right? :)

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