A (rambling) idea for a GotG fic: Meredith and Yondu meeting on Earth either before Meredith met Ego or maybe when Peter is too young to remember. Maybe Yondu is hiding from someone or maybe Ego sent him to spy on Meredith or something. Whatever the reason SHIELD gets wind of Yondu and Meredith has to cover for him (or not!). I'm not sure if the Agent Carter crew would have retired by then but you could turn it into a crossover for extra points. ;) Can be gen or not.
Ha, so, this is maybe not entirely the way this was meant to go, but it's the way my brain took it.
Aliens, Nick Fury thought. Aliens in a Missouri farm town. Yeah, right.
Still, he'd already seen things in the ten years since Pierce and Director Carter recruited him for SHIELD ... things that had shaken his entire worldview and upended his certainties about the world.
This it wouldn't even be the first UFO sighting he'd had to investigate.
It was, however, the first time he'd found multiple witnesses who had seen more or less the same thing: an aerial dogfight between two bright, strangely shaped objects, followed by at least one of them crash-landing in the cornfields out beyond the town limits. It hadn't been too hard to find the spot. The trees were torn up, corn stubble scorched and blackened. Something had crashed here, something damn big.
Which, Nick thought, was fucking weird. He stood back and surveyed the field as his team cordoned the area off, took photos, and dug up soil samples to be sealed into bags and analyzed back at the SHIELD labs. It would've taken a helicopter or a fighter jet to do that much damage to the trees, and nothing that'd crashed hard enough to set the field on fire could have just flown away.
"Did we get the name of the owners yet?" he asked Agent Radshaw, who had just turned up from a quick trip to check in on the satphone with HQ.
She checked a clipboard. "Quill. Gregory Quill. It looks like he owns a big chunk of farmland in the area. Quill and his daughter live right on the other side of those trees."
"Now, I'm not a farm kid myself, to say the least," Nick remarked, looking back at the fields and the charred swath through the trees. "But I'm thinking, something like this happens on your back forty, you'd notice. Don't you think?"
"Yes, sir," Radshaw agreed.
"And I don't know much more about small towns than I do about farming, but here's one thing I do know. Everyone's damn curious about anybody new. We saw that when we were interviewing the locals back in town. But you know what, I didn't see any sign of anyone coming over from that farm to see what we're doing on their property. You see anything like that?"
Yeah. Nick figured their next stop was the Quill farm. He had a few questions.