Hello and welcome back! I forgot to add last chapter- the song was Working Class Hero, John Lennon's original. This one is Some Nights, FUN. Look for them on youtube, worth the listen. Also, I own nothing. Enjoy!

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This is it, boys, this is war, what are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype,
save that for the black and white

I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
but here they come again to jack my style

After the 1st fight, Bree waited. She trained with Rob, and tried to get useful information out of her husband's friends at the Gang Squad Office. She chooses her marks carefully. The ones closest to her husband, the most frustrated ones. In short the only ones she thought might help a vigilante.

Rob kept calling her that, and she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"I'm not out to save the city anymore Rob, that dream is dead." She tried to explain to him. "This isn't for the good of mankind here, this is for me."

"Right," Rob argued. "This has nothing to with his dreams. However, he wouldn't like to see you out on the street like this. Ti…"

"STOP!" Bree snapped. "Leave him out of this. I don't want to hear his name. Set up lets go again."

Rob called his cousin again after that session. "Bree continues to improve. She took down four armed gang members with nothing but a staff, not a scratch in her. She even kept one lucid enough to pass a message on. She has amazing control."

"Right," Phil interrupted. "But she's grieving and out for vengeance. What happens after she gets it? How can she help us?"

"That's just it; I don't think it'll help. She is in pain, incredible pain. I don't think killing a small time gang boss is going to be enough."

"I'll keep watching."

"Good, I'll keep calling"

A week later, Bree was ready again. She found the guy in charge of the ones she had fought last time. She trailed him for days, looking for the opportune moment. She found it. Whispering to herself again "Maybe tonight my love, maybe tonight." She approached. Just like before, the fight was swift and nearly silent. Again she left a copy of her picture, and left the leader lucid enough to remember and report back.

She followed this pattern, and three more months past in the blink of an eye. She was facing down the 1 year anniversary of her husband's death. The local newspapers picked up the story of a vigilante with an apparent death wish attacking the lowest seated members of the gang. She found quickly that people didn't agree with her kind of justice.

Well some nights, I wish that this all would end
'Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? Oh what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore

Bree was heading to a training session when it all changed. The night before she had taken out a high ranking member, he was only about 4 steps removed from Drake. That left only three more fights. And one Agent Phil Coulson had seen enough. He was waiting on his cousin's couch when she arrived.

"Who the hell are you? Where's Rob?" She asked staff raised and ready.

"Settle down, put that away. I'm here to help you." Coulson explained "I work for SHEILD, and I'm Rob's cousin."

"I didn't know Rob had any family. And what's shield?

"SHIELD is the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division"

"Ok great, that clears it right up. What do you want?" Bree still hadn't lowered her staff, and Coulson stared at her impassively as he explained.

"SHEILD is gathering a group of the world best, Hero's you could call them. We want to save the world, and we want you to help."

"No."

"No?"

"No. I don't want to save the world. I'm after one man, and if I clear out a couple others in the process so be it." Bree quietly explained. "Once I get him I'm done."

"People don't like your kind of justice. You get the man who killed you husband, then what? Disappear? Leave them open to the next gang boss to come in? Leave other families to be broken up?"

"I don't care about other people or this city anymore." Bree snapped back.

"What do you care about?" Agent Coulson asked.

Bree paused and answered honestly. "I don't really know anymore."

"We have a friend of yours." Phil sighed as Bree growled low and raised her Staff higher. Coulson continued calmly. "He works for us, he knew your older brother." Bree's eyes widened to a wild look, no one had mentioned her older brother to her in years.

"Noah has been dead for years. And then promise of seeing in of his junkie buddies isn't actually appealing" she hisses.

Coulson nodded "I wasn't aware Dr. Banner had a drug problem."

"Bruce?" Bree breathed. "You found Bruce?"

"Yes and A few others like him have developed our team."

"Scientists?" She asked

"Some of them." Coulson explained

"I'm almost done here. I need to finish. I only have a few fights left. I need to finish it for Ti…." She didn't finish. It was still too hard to say his name.

"Timothy," Phil finished for her, his expression softening minimally. "Our intelligence tells us you won't be able to finish this fight in your own. Drake isn't the top like you think. It goes much higher and much deeper than that."

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Thanks for reading! Favorite, follow, or review. Let me know what ya think! I figuring on updating as I write, the outline is currently for 9 chapters and an Epilogue. If it take me more then a week to update, some one PM and yell at me! Next chapter- Bree takes Manhattan. See ya then!