I was sitting in front of my monitor, watering down the various super soldier formulas, that I had acquired over the years. Most I had silently stolen, from different genius around the world. Coming up with a version that wouldn't have any growth potential or very little of it, was more difficult then I had imagine. Fortunately I had narrowed it down, too a few dozen different version with a variety of extra ability. All I had to do was choose the least dangerous, or the one with the smallest of future headache for me or Peter to deal with.

Stepping out of the shadows I felt a presence behind me, I didn't tense since I already knew who was approaching. Keeping my focus on the screen. "Have they left?" I keep working, knowing that any chances of changing the current course of my future action, were already out of my control.

"Yes core, they have left. Both Mr Barten and Miss Romanova have left the house. Mr Barten said, that they will return later to properly express their thanks. After this whole debacle have been wrap up. Also he ask me in sending a future invitation, for a familly BBQ after its all over." My 'butler Alfred' said in his deep tone, that lighten until his voice slowly sounded more like mine.

Turning arround in my chair, I watch as his face morph into a replica of mine. "Well done Alfred, or should I say Alpha, well done. Your performance was spot on, its to bad that this is the current extent of you clones acting social skills for now." I nodded, giving him a telephatic order in preparing for a remerging with me.

"It was a pleasure core." He said as he bowed from his waist down with a hand over his heart.

Not wanting to leave anything to chances, I switch my consciousness into Alpha making him my new main body. Not wanting to leave any of my blood on the scene for SHIELD to study too closely. As my previouse body turn to purple energy before dissipating, leaving the clothes to drop down from were they were.

I grimace at the weakened feeling that spread in my body. Knowing that in a hour or so, the bloody mess I had left on the scene, would vanish into thin air. Leaving a bunch of confuse and weirded out agents. I had waited for Nat and Clint to leave, no point in letting them witness my sudden paleness in complexion. This was a constant reaction of every switch, so far I hadn't found a way in hiding or overcoming it.

To say that I didn't have a complicated feeling in working for SHIELD, was fair. They had been the agency who had taken everything from me. Not having a real say as to joining them, on my terms. It irk me to no end, but with the info that Nat and Clint had shared, it left me very little choice in this matter. I highly doubted, that I was going to be very loyal to the company. Don't get me wrong, I had no intention of joining Hydra, since I was pretty damn sure that they were the one's responsible for my parents death.

Just that at the first chances I got, I was jumping off the SHIELD train. I had no illusion of my place in SHIELD, I would at best be a well sharpen tool for them to use. At worse, one of many lower grade agents that were disposable in scouting out new situation. No I would remain loyal for as long as it serve me, all the while learning everything I could from them.

Looking at the date, I wonder if in two or three years Peter would still get bitten, by the juice up mutated spider. Knowing that this was a Marvel universe, this was probably something that I couldn't stop. Since it had an aura of an important moment in this universe. I just hope the variouse extras helping hands, I had delivered at Peter feet, would help him to be a even better version of himself.

Walking back to the monitor, I displace the clothes on the chair to the floor. I would create a clone later to pick it up. "Im getting kind of lazy with this ability." But then again, I had my own personal willing slaves or doubles all to happy in doing anything I ask of them.

Opening another window on the monitor, this one was about my own changes that I had ignored for the first few weeks of my mutation. I grimace as I had to come to terms with a startling revelation. After finding out that I had grown more agressive, I finally got around to doing a complete examination on my DNA.

Staring at the result hoping to see something different from what was on the screen. "Don't know if this is good or bad? I mean, I knew I was changing my DNA, but this is just ficking ridiculous." On the monitor was two DNA sequence, one was the old version before my mutation. The other was my new sequence, it had practically nothing in common with my older version.

This shouldn't be, since what this indicated was mind boggling. For some reason that I wasn't sure of, I could no longer be consider a human, mutant or even inhuman. Hell I wasn't even some kind of half bread, which was what I had normally believe myself to be. No, in the eyes of the world and universe, I was now considere a new species.

Something that was the first of its kind, it seem mixing all those different serum had altered the very fabric of my DNA. Changing me into something I hadn't intended, the worse was that I had not the faintest clue on how to reverse myself back to a human. The changes were too far gone, I was officially and permanently stuck as a new species.

My new species didn't even have a name, since I was the first of my kind. I seem to have skip a few steps in evolution. My brain was telling me that this should be impossible. Only to remind myself that I was in a universe were, the impossible happen on a regular basis. As weird as all this was, my biggest concern was my complete and utter lack of reaction of the killing of another humans.

In fan fiction or books, hell even in tv show or movies. When ever someone took a life for the first time, they all felt something, since they were killing there very own species. As for me I had no reaction beside a rush of joy in eliminating my enemy's. The though of going on a rampage wasn't suddenly becoming appealing. But in the heat of battle as well as after, I carried no remorse or guilt in taking a life.

I had a distinct feeling, that if I was to repeat this action. I would feel no worse then I was now. If I was to focus on who where precious to me, combining it with violence. If it was me acting on them, my new perpective was a uncomfortable feeling in my gut, by the simple image or just the very idea of it. But if it was violence on them inflicted by another party, then my very being was angered at just the smidgen of a sliver possibility of this idea.

So the conclusion, if I had to fight my once time familly or friends. I would do it but I would take no joy or pleasure in those action. If other were to inflict this same actions, on those I consider close to me. I would respond with a great deal of violence, all so to satisfy my own rage at their audacious action toward what I consider was mine.

"I wonder if I've figured all my powers? Or its just the bare bone of what I can do? Sigh, for now I still need to learn and control my powers better." Hell I was still far from holding my human form, long enough for me to be satisfide with. Pondering if I could somehow, convince SHIELD in letting me keep my current life.

I didn't want to jump in the spy business just yet, I knew that getting in that boat would be a hell of an adventure by itself. I had allot of things I needed to deal with before I could just up and leave. One of the things was Peter, I didn't want to add to much on my plate. Spending some time with my little bro was a big thing for us. I usually dedicated one day per week all to him, doing whatever he wanted.

Sending a clone in my place was never as satisfying as me being there in person. I had experiment a few times, when I was running late because of paper work. One more thing, I would have to figure out. With my new time in SHIELD, I wouldn't have the time in managing my new company. On that note, I did have a few additional options that others didn't. Like leaving a clone in charge, of course it would have to morph into a different face.

Since having two of me running around, would be a big flag with neon lights pointing to me saying look I have secrets. The problem was, I would need at least a year before I was comfortable enough in focusing on other things before leaving my current life behind. Hey with this formulas I was working on, I may just be able in negotiating that one year period.

"Even with that year, joining SHIELD has derailed allot of my plans." Grumbling to myself as I sat in my chaire going through a miny depression. No amount of bitching and moaning about the unfairness of life would change anything.

Getting up I decided in making myself some food in the kitchen. Only to freeze as I realize that Nat and Clint had empty out my fridge and pantry of food. Sighing, as my shoulders hunch down in defeat. I made a new plan for a change of clothes and grabbing my wallet. Sure I could spend the energy in summoning a clone and having them get me some food. But a walk would help me in clearing my head, of all my new found problems.

"Oh this is going to be good!" I was squatted down in front of the oven of my kitchen. I was staring down the soon to be ready roasted chicken. I was practicaly drolling, at just the thought of sinking my teeth into the feast I had prepared.

A pot of roasted garlic flavor mash potatos was on the stove. Along with a masterfully rich thick gravy sauce, ready to be poured on both my mash and chicken. Butter glaze carrots and parsnip, gently cooling down. Along a greek salad with the vinegrate on the side, I wouldn't want my lettuce to get soggy. I had even purchase a few beers to go along the meal.

Hearing the oven ding, it felt like the curtain raising at the begining of a show. Taking the roasted chicken out of the oven, I place it on the counter. Right beside a plater I had prepare so that I could transfer the chicken so it could rest, while I gather the extra juice from the pan I had cook it in. Transfering the fat to a seperate container, I added the juice in the gravy brining its taste up a few more notches.

Once the gravy was done mixing with the juice, I enthusiastically place each item in a plate for me to enjoy. First was the carrots and parsnip, then the mash potatos. Finaly the piece of resi.....wait whats that smell? Looking up in confusion, I sniff in the air a few more time trying to figure out what was that wiff. I got a sinking feeling in my gut that I wasn't alone anymore in my house.

I was a bit piste since, whoever they are, they had officially ruin some of the magic of my moment. Snarling, I keep the carving knife in my hand as I tried narrowing down the intruder position. Luckily it seem the intruder didn't want to remain hidden for long as I zero in on his steps.

Turning in there direction I practically growled. "Who the fuck are you! And what the hell are you doing in my house!"

"Roasted chicken, my favorite. Nice of you to cook diner for me on are meeting." A man walk out of the shadows.

My face paled as I realize who was in front of me, since the man seem to be a mixture of the marvel movie vers actor. Not really since the man in front of me was taller and much more muscular. The only thing the actor had capture was the intimidating air he generated. I had this funny feeling that if I fought him now. I wouldn't be the clear winner.

"So Natalia and Clint tells me you help them out. As for that, you have my thanks. Its also the only reasons why a bunch of agents aren't busting down your door pointing all there weapons at you. Now convinces me why I shouldn't just arrest you, Braden Parker or do you go by Sandman for now." Nick fucking fury was nonchalantly standing in my dinning room, the one eye grandmaster spy was holding a smug smirk.

His eye spark interest, as much as his tone was calm. I could tell that I had his interest, so it was time to ether crumble in a ball in panic or man up.

"Do you take dark meat or white?" Dispite my first chaotic thought, I figured going for a good impresion was much more in my favor then, trying to run out the window.

"Dark, I think I'm going to enjoy this meeting. It smells good." Nick grin as he sat on the under end of the table.