"I knew it was you!"

"Me?! You think it's me!? Ha! You're even more delusional than I thought Richards."

"This is all bullshit."

"Obviously it's you Sam! You're the son to Victor Von Doom and an ex-HYDRA agent! You're the only one who gets a gain out of all this!"

"I had a clue that you didn't like me Storm, but that is too far, even for you."

"I always thought your silences were just because you were stingy Logan, but were you just standing by and watching so you could report back to Amos?"

"Look big guy, I ain't got nothing against ya, but if you accuse me of something like that again I'll stick my claws into your green skull, no matter how angry you are."

"So what are you really doing here Mr Queen? You in it with Malcom Merlyn or what? Tommy was your friend after all, it only makes sense you would help his father."

"This isn't accomplishing anything."

"As long as no one throws fire, I can somewhat handle this. Not really, but fire would make it so much worse."

This. Is. Mayhem.

I roll my eyes, using all my strength to push myself from the couch — almost as hard as trying to get out of bed in the morning — and walk away. When I reach Stark's bar, I down the rest of his glass of Scotch then hop on top of the bench nonchalantly, overdramatically sighing as I turn to face the chaos the room has erupted into. I wonder how they would react if I burst into song right now.... Na, I've used that on them before.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and considering I'm still trying to think of a way to make them shut up, I check it to see one text from Colton.

I'm stuck in a room filled with drug addicts, teenage mums and binge drinkers. Please tell me you're having a better day than me — CM

My eyebrows come together in a perplexed frown, my fingers typing away as something near me shatters.

Wish I could say I am, but I'm stuck in a room filled with arguing super heroes who think that they can solve their dilemmas by throwing furniture and fire. It's even worse when a good 50% have a weird vase throwing fetish. Better than knives, but vases? Really? What's wrong with pillows and pies? Oooooooo I'm so throwing a pie at Johnny — LN

Looking around for a few brief moments, I decide to type a follow up text.

What are you doing win a room filled withdrug addicts, teenage mums and binge drinkers? Don't tell me you're in a council group, or an alcohol anonymous group. Do you pass around a talking stick? Oh! Do you have to start off with like 'Hi, my name is Colton, and I'm an alcohol addict' and then they all say 'Hi Colton' and you talk about yourself? I'm so attending your next meeting — LN

His reply is quick.

Some days I think I would prefer that. No, I work in the NYPD. I'm a detective here, and right now I'm detecting that the man sitting in a cell to the right of me wants to stab me with the closest sharp object he can get his hands on — CM

Wait.... detective? Ping!

If you didn't know what that was, that was a light bulb going off in my head.

You owe me a favour, and now I'm cashing it in — LN

I feel one of Stark repulsor beams skim my face, but I weave to the side currently preoccupied and don't veer my gaze from the phone.

I owe you a favour...?—CM

I dodge another object. I think a green arrow this time. Oliver loves trying to kill me I swear.

I introduced you to your idols. You definitely owe me one — LN

Fine, beats being here. How can I help? — CM

This time a black arrow comes spiralling towards me, and I simply catch it in mid-air, toss it to the side and continue typing, pacing atop the bar table.

Can I visit you at the station? I can't trust anyone here at the moment — LN

It's a few minutes before he replies again.

Just checked with the Commissioner. He doesn't believe that the Nightingale wants to pay me a visit and says you're all good to come. I think if you made an appearance as my friend all these criminals would shit their pants and stop giving me death threats via glares and looks —CM

I grin, paying no attention to Felicity yelping as she hides behind the bar I'm pacing on.

Great. I'll be down in 20 — LN

Tucking my phone back into my jean pocket, I decide on the best way to shut everyone up. No, I'm not going to yell something stupid like 'Naked pillow fight!'. Wrong book there bucko. I do something much worse.

"Stark! Why do you have twenty naked playboy models in the living room next door? Is that... whips? They have whips! I repeat, they have whips! Kinky! Oh would you look at that, Channing Tatum is with them as well!"

Okay so I didn't really have the women for the first bit, but I didn't even need to finish Channing's last name before I had everyone's attention.

I clap my hands, looking down at them all with a forced grin. "Great! I didn't have to start an earthquake or a tornado to stop you fighting."

Felicity slowly rises from behind the bar. "You can do that?" she inquires frightened.

I nod. "And blizzards, heat waves, tsunamis, sandstorms, landslides—"

"You're a walking disaster. No offence, I mean as in you can control the natural disasters not that you're a disaster because you're actually really attractive but I don't mean it in that way because I have a boyfriend and I don't like girls, well I like girls but not in that way and I'm taken so — whoa I talk a lot." She sinks a tad down again, trying to hide vaguely from my view.

Turning back to the Supers shaking themselves from their stupors, I loudly announce "You all need to pull your act together. As soon as there is one reason for you to be at each other's throats, you take it. You're all super heroes. People look up to you, idolise you. What would they think if they saw you fighting like this? Like dogs over the last scrap of meat?"

Their gazes meet anywhere but mine, hands going to the backs of their necks to rub them sheepishly, feet shuffling bashfully, shoulder hunching ashamedly and faces losing all anger immediately.

I sigh aggrevatedly, jumping off the bench. "Try not to burn the tower while I'm gone. Believe it or not I care for you bunch of freaks. Don't ruin that."

Steve jumps forward, anxious. "Where are you going?"

I wave him off, slightly pissed at him for participating in the stupid squabble. "I need air. I can't think in this tense and frustrating environment. I'll be back later." I don't look up at any of them; my eyes remain glued to the floor with a temporary scowl fixated on my features.

Steve takes another step towards me. "If you want I could—"

"Please, Steve," I plead, a rare occurrence for me as I extend a hand out as a gesture for him to stay put "you all need to sort this out. I am the only one here who can't be the mole otherwise that would mean I'm trying to kill myself which would be stupid. You need to get over this childish behaviour, all of you."

Hurt flashes in his eyes, and it takes everything I've got to not latch my arms around him and hug the living daylights out of him. He just has to look like a kicked puppy every time I scold him doesn't he?

Grouchily retrieving a coat from the rack nearby, I throw a look to everyone in the room, daring them to challenge my request. When none are offered, I flare my nostrils one last time before stalking away, deserting the abashed and ashamed super heroes behind me.

******

When I arrived at the NYPD station, I expected the officers to pay no attention to the lady standing in the door way, fully decked out in a winter trench coat, gloves, a sloppy joe (not the food, the jumper. Could you imagine me wearing a sandwich? I could totally start a trend there though), skinny jeans and converse. I expected maybe a few officers rushing around while the rest are all out partaking in their strenuous and frankly quite demanding duties. I even expected a few criminals to give me the hairy eyeball until they recognised who I am.

What I didn't expect was the entire NYPD to drop absolutely everything they were doing to stammer and stare at the assassin in the doorway. The criminals stopped struggling, officers on the phone paused what they were doing to gawk, files were dropped to the floor and conversations were all but abandoned. Yep, did not expect that.

"Lilly! How nice of you to drop by!" Oh, Colton it loving this. The majority of heads turn to the voice, gaping even more when they see their esteemed detective approaching me with a smile wider than the Great Wall of China as if we've been friends since childhood.

Smiling almost sheepishly at the display of shock, unaccustomed to such a vast arrange of people able to identify who I am, I greet "Oh you know me. I was in the neighbourhood and had to swing by. Heard you had a rough bunch of criminals to deal with, one in particular that looked like he wanted to stab you....?"

He waves me off. "Don't worry about him; he's in a holding cell. I would though, like you to meet our admirable Commissioner Kiernan. Sir," he looks from me to the Commissioner standing beside him, making sure to gesture towards me as if I were royalty "meet Miss Lillian Nightshade, the Nightingale of Crime, ex-HYDRA agent, super hero tag along, HYDRA hunter, SHIELD agent and girlfriend to Captain America." He's having wayyyyy too much fun.

I hold up a hand for him to pause. "Whoa mate! That last one isn't official yet. Just... close friends with enjoyable benefits."

Commissioner Kiernan splutters at my many titles, coughing hard enough to clear his throat and snap him from his dumbfounded gaze. "Miss Nightshade I — I didn't know you were acquainted with Detective Mavericks."

I shrug. "I only met him somewhat recently. He helped me find Mr Rogers and the rest of his band of misfits. Actually, I had mistaken him for Captain America at first. We were at a Comic Con."

Colton chuckles. "Best Comic Con ever, let me tell you that."

When I glimpse back to the Commissioner, he's handing Colton a $50 note and Colton owns the smuggest of all looks on his face, stashing the money into his back pocket while the Commissioner continues his stuttering phase.

"Well Lilly, I think it's best we converse in private. You know, prying ears and all," he suggests, an aura of authority about him as he nods towards an office with closed shutters upstairs.

"Lead the way Detective," I gesture forward, to which he almost cracks a smile but decides to remain professional in front of his peons. Pfft, he lost that window of chance the moment he introduced me.

Strutting away, I pursue him at a similar pace until I pass a tattoo littered thug with blood shot eyes and decaying teeth. He appears as if he has lost a considerable amount of weight quite quickly by the way his clothes hang off him, strangely small pupils, deteriorating appearance, tremoring and unusual smells accompany his breath and clothing. Definitely a drug addict.

I slow down a tad, side glancing him then abruptly stomping towards him and jeering "Boo!" He leaps backwards into the police officer's arms, his tremoring increasing and his eyes sewing shut. I immaturely snicker before lightly jogging to catch up to Colton.

Once we've reached his room and securely locked it down, the two of us break into hysterics at the scene that had just unfolded. "Did you see my boss' face? Oh, priceless!"

I cover my mouth with my hands after placing my gloves on his desk and disregarding my coat onto the backs of one of the chairs. "Oh my Thor did watch me scare the crap outta that criminal at the end there before you went up?"

Tears rim his eyes. "Yes! I was wondering why you slowed down and when I checked behind me he was practically leaping into Officer Fredrick's arms like Scooby Doo!"

Allowing our laughter to die out, we wipe our eyes and seat ourselves at his desk, him obviously situated behind it while I reside in one of the chairs in front. "What can I do for you Lilly?" He inquires, his eyes still slightly red from all the laughter.

I lean forward seriously, narrowing my gaze at him. "Can I trust you Mavericks?"

He arches an eyebrow, glancing from side to side puzzled while uncertainly answering "Yes...?" as if he thought he was being tested.

"How am I sure I can trust you?"

He snorts. "Aside from me working in the NYPD?"

I nod. "Aside from that."

He leans further back into his chair. "Depends on the subject matter at hand. What are we talking about here?"

I cross one leg over the other, assessing his behaviour. Calm enough, quite serious about his job, has friends and peers to support his loyalty. Hhmmmm..... "HYDRA and Amos."

His jaw clenches. "I don't know about this Amos at which you're referring to, but I have enough ammo and reason to despise HYDRA."

I cock an eyebrow.

He sighs, shaking his head. "My cousin worked for SHIELD, he's kind of the reason I got into the whole Law Enforcement and helping people. You can ask Fury to look him up if you don't believe me. We were like brothers, inseparable. Then, HYDRA revealed themselves from within SHIELD and SHIELD fell, as well as my cousin. I don't know exactly what you've gotten yourself into Lillian, but if it's bad enough that you're doubting the loyalty and honesty of America's finest heroes, I have every reason to be worried. Is there any way I can help? Even if I'm blindly helping. You don't need to tell me anything—"

"Did your cousin really work for SHIELD?" I inquire.

He nods. "Text the Director if you have his number, if not I think I have a SHIELD card from Max here somewhere." His eyes scour the room in attempts to locate the business card, but I stop him by informing "No, I have Nicky's number. What's his name?"

"Maxwell Mavericks."

Pulling my phone out again, my fingers tap away at the keyboard to form a message to 'Patchy the Pirate'.

Hey Nicky :) I was wondering if you could look a guy up for me. Maxwell Mavericks? Apparently he used to work for SHIELD. Oh, and look up a Colton Mavericks while you're at it — LN

He replies fast for an old guy.

No need. I knew Agent Mavericks, he was a good agent. Mainly worked at the computers but sometimes did field work if it came to it. He attended to Hill's requirements the majority of the time, but he aided me as well. Died personally at the hands of a man by the name John Garrett. I also completed the favour you asked of me earlier. It's on the 11th floor of Avengers tower when you wish to pick it up. As for Colton Mavericks, as far as SHIELD can tell he's as clean as a whistle. One parking ticket from six years ago so you can give him an earful about that but besides that reliable. Still, tread carefully with everyone. Who knows who to trust in a time like this — NF

I quickly reply:

Thanks Nicky. I appreciate it — LN

Anytime Lillian — NF

"Computers guy? So you're the brawn and he's the brains? Is that how your relationship worked?" I smirk, content with his loyalty... for now. Better than anyone at the tower for the moment being.

He chuckles. "Yeah, I guess you could put it like that."

"There's a mole in the tower," I get right to the point, retrieving the file with the information I had Nicky replicate before I got here from my coat draped across the chair beside me. Dropping the file with a loud THUD and a small burst of air from the contact made with the desk, I elaborate "someone has been leaking information to HYDRA. They bought a $12 USB from the nearest Walmart or stationary store and downloaded all the files from Stark's computer. HYDRA had that USB and managed to copy and send that information out to who knows how many people before we got it back. You're a detective; you're more likely to be more skilled in this area of expertise than I. You need something killed then I'll be there in a heartbeat but this? I can do stuff like this but it's better to call in a professional."

He sifts through the file, his brow furrowed as he reads each piece of information slowly. "I assume this is all very secret and hush hush?"

I smirk. "The hushiest hush of them all."

His nose scrunches at a few images. "Whoever did this is skilled with a computer. Skilled enough to sneak past only a couple of Stark's weak barriers because it was obtained while he was logged in. Still, skilled enough to subdue or distract his AI while they worked. It's all organised as well, look at this," he passes an image of the documentation and folder layout of the USB on the computer "men don't care about how tidy and neat things are if they're in a rush. It's done by a feminine hand, or a gay guy. Although the former is most likely."

I quirk an eyebrow. "So a female spy, not extraordinary at computers yet still quite skilled to bypass a few systems and firewalls as well as remove video footage from Jarvis? Huh, sounds like me."

He grins. "But it couldn't be you because you're paranoid about who it could at the tower, you came to me without the other's permission and approval about all this and from what I've heard you have an even larger reason to hate HYDRA than I."

I bite my lip, still pondering on the information given to me by Colton. "Female spy, as well as a hacker and deceiver...."

"We have a 1112 here at Queens on 34th Avenue. Middle-aged American man has slaughtered approximately three civilians and has proceeded to take another four hostage into the High school. We need immediate back up to subdue target and block off perimeter," sounds from the walkie talkie resided on Colton's desk.

He immediately springs up, collecting his own coat as well as badge, gun, phone, walkie talkie and some ammo all the while apologising "Sorry Lilly, this is important. Duty calls you know."

I bounce up just as fast. "Perhaps I can help? I'm an assassin, I've been trained to infiltrate buildings undetected and kill people for a living."

He pauses his hastening and appears reluctant. "I don't know Lilly—"

"Oh come on!" I plead "He's slaughtered three innocent people. I can get in there faster than anyone on this police force and I don't shoot people, I slice and dice."

He sighs but my pleading prevails as he continues jogging out of the room with me following on tail after collecting my attire. "Fine! But if a commanding officer higher than my status requests something of you, you comply. You're a guest on this and the public need to know they can be safe with you around. You're not exactly in everyone's good graces at the moment. You going to suit up?"

I smirk mischievously. "Oh yeah, I've just got to pay the 11th floor at Avenger's tower a quick visit."

******

"Has anyone been able to breach the building?"

"No sir, the threat of doing so is too severe."

"Dammit! I want snipers situated on these rooftops," Colton says, pointing to three rooftops on neighbouring buildings while commanding the officer beside him "got it?"

"Yes sir!" The officer jogs away as I approach, eyes widening and jogging in the other direction when he sees me.

I pull my black half face ski mask down far enough to talk to him. "Give me the situation."

He glances to me then does a stunned double take at my suit, gawking and having to blink for a few moments before whistling. "Damn, women always have the best suits."

I had requested that Fury make me a new suit with special fibres and materials now that I'm kinda representing the good side of the law... I said kinda!

I have your typical black combat boots — nothing different there — with a black skin-tight sleeveless leather high necked coat which has a small tear on the right hand side at the bottom, is lined with red and comes down to my upper thigh, black leather spandex pants (the real super hero look always needs spandex), two black and red lined leather straps crossing over my torso to my back which holds my two katanas, a black half face ski mask, black leather and buckled gauntlets with four razor blades sticking upright on each side and ten or so thin red belts with black buckles all wrapped around my waist lying over one another. All in all, Fury is a badass suit designer. I had too many weapons on my last suit, so I cut down to just a few. Of course I have a dagger in each combat boot but besides that I only have the razor blades on my gauntlets and my katanas.

Absolutely badass.

"What's the sitch?" I ask seriously, completely ignoring his previous statement and trying not to snicker at my reference.

His lip only quirks for a second. "Okay Kim Possible, he's holed up in the music room on the fourth floor from what our heat scans are showing us. No windows in that room, only two doors. One has a piano up against it so we can't enter there without him knowing and the other is completely open, awaiting us to walk in to give him an excuse to shoot the hostages. The hostages are apparently all tied to chairs, gagged and crying. One middle aged man, one middle aged woman, a teenage girl and an elderly man. You ready for this Nightshade?"

I pull my ski mask back over my mouth. "I was born ready Mavericks."

I really just wanted to do a scene where Lillian helps the police so I made Colton a police officer.... a detective to be precise. I wonder is anyone has cracked who the mole is yet..... naaaaa. No one will see it coming, and it will be the greatest unveiling of all! Mwahahahahah!

Lillian: Psst, Tara, your inner villain is showing

Me: Oops.... my bad....

Anyway, picture of Lillian's badass new suit above which I designed myself *bows* thank you, thank you, I know I love it too, but seriously it took aggesss. Hope ya'll like ;)

Thanks for reading and that's all for now, bye! :)