Chapter 1: Your Mission, If You Choose To Accept It

SHIELD Triskelion, Washington DC; September 9, 2010

Stacks of files covered most of Nick Fury's desk, papers with names and photos of hundreds of candidates for the Avengers Initiative. The Director himself sat behind the large array of documents, his one good eye staring sternly at the dark haired young woman who lounged in the swivel chair across from him.

"Shawn Spencer," Fury muttered the name in disbelief. "You're recommending Shawn Spencer for the Avengers Initiative?"

"Yes," Agent Nadia Potente said bluntly staring straight back at the director. "He solved our test with flying colors. He found Strabinsky twice. At the age of fifteen he aced the detectives' and SHIELD academy tests. His IQ is 187. He's a genius."

"But not a psychic," Fury frowned.

"I don't believe so, but Ewan O'Hara was convinced."

The Director shuffled further through the papers, examining Potente's report with a scowl fixed to his face, "In your report you said he was a narcissist, a liar, and broke protocol multiple times. Why would you still recommend him?"

"Because at the end of the day he made the right decision. He's incorruptible, does what's right, and despite his shortcomings, he still plays well with others. That makes him more valuable than Stark, doesn't it?"

"Not necessarily," Fury sighed as he picked up his pen. "But valuable enough."

Next to Shawn Spencer's name, her scrawled out the words: Candidate Accepted.

Nadia Potente was one of his most trustworthy agents with deep roots in SHIELD. Fury found her opinions to be generally sound. He supposed he would have to have faith in her with this decision as well. Faith and a bit of hope that eccentric known as Shawn Spencer, despite all his apparent talent, would never be needed by SHIELD.

Two years later, of course, Fury's hope went down the drain…

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Psych Office; May 4, 2012

Mexican music blared around the Psych office, and the smell of Jerk Chicken Nachos filled the room. Shawn balanced unsteadily on his desk stringing up a garland consisting of Mexican flags, and Gus watched his friend from the ground arms crossed.

"Shawn, would you use a ladder? You're going to fall, and we cannot afford for you to have another stay in the hospital."

"Gus don't be Canada. I'm fine." Shawn bent down to scoop up a nacho from the plate next to his feet. "It's like a three-foot drop. Besides, you know we can't have a Cinco De Mayo party without las banderas mexicanas."

"You guys are having a Cinco De Mayo party?" a lightly accented voice asked from the doorway.

Startled, Shawn gave a small scream, nearly falling off the table. He managed to jump backwards instead, landing, unsteadily on his feet. He looked over at the owner of the voice.

"Nadia?" he asked, confused, taking in the woman's outfit: black boots, black cargo pants, black camisole, leather jacket, briefcase, and the obvious bulge of a gun in her pocket. "Aren't you supposed to be enjoying retirement?"

"Sadly, not so much," the female spy smirked. "I work for SHIELD, actually."

"SHIELD?" Shawn asked incredulously.

"The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division," Gus's eyes widened with fanboyish glee. "Founded in 1948 by Colonel Chester Phillips, Howard Stark, and Peggy Carter, all former allies of Captain America. To this day, it still remains the strongest international espionage agency in the world."

"It sounds like they really wanted their acronym to spell 'shield.'" Shawn muttered.

"They did," Nadia shrugged. "But I'm not here for idle chatter. SHIELD needs your help."

"Really?" Shawn asked. "They don't want to do experiments on me, do they? Because my communication with the spirits is easily damaged by interference from the physical world and-"

"Cut the crap, Shawn," Gus scolded his friend. "Nadia," he turned to the spy calmly, an almost flirtatious smile on his face, "What exactly does SHIELD need our assistance with?"

Nadia bent down, opening her briefcase, pulling out a huge stack of files. She started with the top one, opening it up, revealing a black and white image of a glowing cube. "This is the tesseract, a powerful source of energy. It was stolen last night from one of our more well protected bases. We need you to help us find it."

A huge giddy grin spread itself across Shawn's face, but he quickly suppressed it. "Gus and I must first convene on the matter."

He turned around, and Gus did the same.

"Dude, this is awesome," Shawn nudged his friend with his elbow. "We're going to be like spies with cool gadgets and stuff."

"I know," Gus gushed. "I wonder if SHIELD really has a helicarrier, or if we can meet Nick Fury. That man is a major badass."

"Dude, I have no idea who you're talking about but even his name sounds awesome," Shawn grinned.

"So, we're doing this?"

"Yes."

The two friends turned around to face Nadia who stood waiting for them impatiently with crossed arms. Shawn grinned and in his best Tom Cruise voice said, "We choose to accept your mission."

Nadia rolled her eyes, "Good. Now read all those files. There's a lot you need to catch up on. As of now, you have Level 7 clearance."

Shawn stared glared distastefully at the stack of papers next to his nachos.

He hated reading debriefs.

And I'm done with Chapter 1. Sorry for the shortness; it was kind of a prologue. I decided to write this fic because I was astonished by the lack of Psych/Avengers fanfics. If you didn't realize, Afent Nadia Potente is the Psych character from the episode 'One Maybe Two Ways Out.' She was a spy, framed for killing someone. I came up with the idea the whole thing was just a test for Shawn by SHIELD, and that he was recommended for the Avengers. I intend for more jokes in the forthcoming chapters. Please read and review. If you have any good Gus Nickname ideas, then please recommend them.

Thanks,

-Grumpycat503