Lexi has her backpack slung over her shoulder as she makes her way down the hall. She had to give Stark some credit on the suit design though, whatever the material was looked like hard canvas, but it was actually quite breathable and flexible. It was solid black and came all the way up to her collarbone, giving her shoulders a very squared-off appearance, which was in her mind, very intimidating. Her fingerless tactical gloves were a deep shade of purple, which matched some of the stitching in the rest of the suit. It definitely wasn't a superhero costume to be mimicked by kids at Halloween, but it was far from her normal look.

She sees Rogers a few feet in front of her approaching the door leading outside, he's wearing a dark navy suit with touches of brown in it, his shield on his back and helmet in one hand. It's definitely not the type of suit she's ever seen him in before and she can't hold back the smirk that works its way across her face.

"Look at you," she says, as she closes the distance between them, "that suit isn't spangled at all."

"Nope," Rogers replies, pushing open the glass door for her to walk through, "sure isn't, Miss 'I'm not wearing a suit'."

"Shut up."

They start to walk across the open pavement to the awaiting quinjet and Steve glances down at the girl walking alongside him, "Feels good though doesn't it?"

"I'm no hero," she replies quietly without looking at him.

A sharp whistle draws their attention to the rear of the quinjet where Tony stands with sunglasses on. He begins to clap slowly, watching the two of them walk towards him, their strides in unison.

"You two look like you're about to kick some ass," he says with a boyish grin, "makes me feel all tingly inside."

"You did good by the way," Lexi remarks, indicating the suit with her hand, "you're not getting this back."

"I know," Stark smiles, then turns on his heel as they reach him and he continues, "Let's go get some bad guys, shall we?"

A simple arms deal. That's what they had been expecting, not an all-out fire fight, much less the familiar face the dark-haired hunter had found herself staring across the dimly lit lot at. The smile he wore suggested he was happy to see her, but given their last encounter, she doubted that was true.

"What are you doing here Greyson?" Lexi yells across the container she and Tony are using for cover at the man.

"You know him?" Stark glances to the girl.

"Here for you love," Greyson voice carries across the dark lot, "Did you miss me?"

Lexi drops her head while Stark gives her a disapproving glare as Steve's voice comes across their coms, "What does he want with you Wilson?"

"Unfinished business," she replies vaguely.

"Arms dealer…really?" Stark says, the look of a displeased father crossing his face.

"He's not an arms dealer," she corrects him, "he's a hunter…or a Men of Letters, I don't even know anymore."

"Men of what now?" Tony questions.

"Lexi, you're outnumbered," Greyson yells, "just come with us and we'll let your friends go."

"Do they know who they're dealing with," the black-haired man smirks, "Okay, I'm going to get you to higher ground…" Tony glances around and then up, "Cap, how's that crane platform above you look?"

"All clear," he replies from his position on the container dangling between the two gantry cranes.

"I'm fine down here," Lexi begins to protest as the metal facemask closes shut on Tony's helmet.

"I know," Stark responds, "I'll feel better though if you're up there playing with magic. Rogers, cover me."

He scoops an arm around the girl, and she hears the familiar sound of the repulsor tech as they propel upward toward the top of the crane. Gunfire erupts but they move fast enough no one is able to make a shot on them. Stark drops her at the top of the crane and she can see Rogers below her, firing off rounds at various bad guys.

"Stay," Stark instructs, pointing a metal finger at her.

"I can handle myself," she retorts angrily.

"I know," he says with a grin, "do some magic tricks, take out the bad guys."

She nods her head before Stark flies off and she turns to use her powers on the two men who are rushing up the stairs of the crane, flinging them over the side of the rail.

Greyson spots Lexi atop the crane and raises the walkie talkie to his mouth, "She's alone. Take the shot, don't miss."

A man lying on top of one of the containers sights the girl in through his scope, aiming at the side of her head, before traveling down to the side of her neck and he inhales slightly before he pulls the trigger.

Lexi hears the shot, then a burning sensation on her neck, and she reaches up quickly, expecting to feel blood flowing from the source of biting pain. Instead, she feels a small round metal disc, and she tries to pry it off with her fingers, but it won't budge. She tries to slip her fingernail under the edge of the disc, but it's as if it latches tighter to her skin and the pain intensifies.

"Wilson," Steve comes through her com, "you okay?"

"Yea," she replies, "they hit me with something though. It's on my neck, I can't get it off."

"What it is?" Stark questions.

She tries to use her powers to pull it off, but she doesn't feel the familiar flow of energy through her veins, similar to when she would wear the pendant Rowena had made, which could only mean one thing.

"It's a dampener of some sort, I think," she answers, a little more frantic than she would like to sound, "my powers are gone."

"I think we've been set up," Rogers voice is angry, "Wilson, get out of here."

Lexi glances down at the man whose orders she usually defies and gives him a quick nod before she turns to run down the length of the crane to the staircase. Another shot rings out and the impact to her left shoulder knocks her off balance. The next few moments happen in slow motion as she tumbles over the railing, grasping at the metal bars but failing to grab ahold of anything. Her breath catches in her throat as she free falls backward, staring up at the night sky as Tony's voice yells into her ear, "Lexi!"

He just said my name, she thinks to herself, I really am going to die. Normally the sight of millions of stars was a comfort to her, but in this fleeting moment it's bittersweet as she whispers, "I'm sorry."

Steve glances up as he hears the second shot and watches as Lexi tumbles over the side of the railing. Instinctively, he moves as far back on the container as he can in order to get a running start and he leaps from the edge, diving after the hunter.

The throbbing pain in her shoulder is excruciating as a brute force hits her from the left and her eyes clench shut pain, but she's no longer falling alone. Lexi can feel the shield strapped to the arm that's around her back as she hears Steve voice not only beside her, but echoing in her ear, "I've got her. Hold on."

She knows the first statement was for Tony and the second was meant for her, impulsively, she balls up like a kitten beside him as he positions himself to take the brunt of the impact from the fall. They hit the ground, while the sound of the vibranium connecting with the concrete echoes around them, jarring their bodies and she's certain she feels the ground crack underneath them.

"Shit," Tony's voice comes across their coms before the sound of metal crashing close to them causes both Lexi and Steve to glance in the direction of the noise to see the red and gold metal man skid to a stop on the ground.

Someone jerks Lexi up by her left arm and she inhales sharply from the pain in her shoulder as she clutches it with her right hand. Seeing blood on her glove as she pulls her hand away confirms it was a gunshot which knocked her from the crane. Rogers moves quickly but stops just as suddenly when the man points his gun at Wilson's temple.

"Make a move," the man says coldly, "I'll put a bullet in her skull."

"Thank you," Greyson remarks as he passes by Stark whose helmet is back and his dark eyes are glaring at the hunter menacingly.

"So, what's your deal?" Stark questions him angrily, "She said 'no' to a third date?"

Moore glances from Lexi to Tony, raising a curious eyebrow, "Oh, you don't know, you're little hero…she murdered my sister."

The look on Stark's face causes an ache in her chest and she clenches her jaw as she seethes, "You know that was Laura, I didn't have control, she did."

"But it was you who killed her," Greyson snaps and Lexi's jaw trembles as she clutches her shoulder while the man continues as two dark SUV's pull close to them, "Well as much fun as this was, we should be going. Thanks again."

The man holding the gun on Lexi grabs her and shoves her toward one of the SUV's. As the vehicles begin to pull away Tony says quietly, "F.R.I.D.A.Y. get a tracker on them now."

"Yes boss."

"What just happened?" Steve is trying to wrap his mind around the events as he approaches Stark.

"You said it, looks like we were set up," Tony explains simply.

Rogers casts an annoyed glance down at the man, "I mean, what happened to you."

"They hit me with an EMP," Stark replies, "the suit shut down before it went off, so at least it's not fried.

"What kind of technology would wipe out Wilson's powers?" Rogers questions him as he helps him to his feet.

"The disc on her neck," Stark begins, looking away from his friend as his mind races, "It has to be the source, but how did they…no one knew…"

"Tony...what?"

"I don't know how they got their hands on it," Starks says to himself, "it was only on my laptop…no shared servers…unless…"

"Tony!" Steve says his name louder, pulling the man out of his thoughts, "What was?"

"That tech," Stark glances to him reservedly, "it was my design."

Steve's shoulders drop as he stares at the man in the metal suit with disappointment and he shakes his head before turning to walk away.

Rogers doesn't speak to Tony while they board the quinjet. Once in the air, Tony turns the controls over to F.R.I.D.A.Y. after switching them to stealth mode, and he turns to around to face the man standing behind.

"I'll never understand you?" Steve gives Tony an icy stare, "You practically begged her to come to New York because of her abilities, and all the while you were developing tech to take it all away."

Stark folds his arms across his chest, frustration evident on his face, "I don't know…I have to know how things work. I've always taken things apart and put them back together… ever since I was a kid. It wasn't meant for her, just others like her."

"She trusted you Tony," the man responds, "from what I understand, she doesn't do that often."

Stark stands up, his face inches away from his friend's, and he clenches his jaw, "What can I say Cap? I worship at the altar of self-sabotage."

"What are we going to do?" Steve turns to question Tony as he paces the length of the quinjet.

"We get her back," he states quickly.

"They'll be expecting us."

Stark contemplates his words for a moment and his lips turn up in a small smirk, "We need someone they won't expect…someone they might underestimate."

Rogers tilts his head in confusion as Stark's dark eyes gleam mischievously and he continues, "I have an idea."