When Bane got into the roof, he saw Eclypsa in new clothes talking quietly to the Asset. She was wearing a too big sweater that kept threatening to slip off her shoulder the color of oatmeal and a pair of black leggings.

"Doctor. Now where did you get those clothes?" He asked smoothly.

"It's a need to know and you don't need to know," she snapped.

Bane walked to her and she backed up until she was was almost at the edge. He looked her up and down, then reached out and put a heavy hand on her bare shoulder. "You are not to show your legs or shoulders or chest to the men."

Eclypsa rolled her pretty eyes. "What am I, 14? I'm not in junior high."

Bane's formidable muscles surged and moved his hand from her shoulder to her neck and held her firmly. She grabbed his forearm and drug her nails in so hard she drew blood.

"You will do as I say," he hissed. Eclypsa's stunning eyes flashed vindictively. "Go to hell," she spat.

"I like your fire but enough is enough," Bane squeezed her neck hard enough to make her gasp but instead of surrendering, she kicked him in the groin. Bane realized he was going about this the wrong way. He turned to the Soldier and grunted, "Command, shoot that civilian," pointing to a man walking down the sidewalk opposite the hospital. The assassin brought his gun up and of course, Eclypsa cried out, "Stop. Fine fine, I'll follow your stupid dress code."

"That's your problem Eclypsa. You're too...altruistic."

Her eyes blazed with hatred, "It's Dr. Delalune." She backed off and was about to leave when Bane said, "Pack your bags, were going somewhere for a while."

"When are we leaving?" She asked.

"Now."

2 hours later, Bane, Eclypsa, the Asset, and 2 dozen of Bane's men touched down in a desert. They got on the Jeeps and drove across the desert. It was blazing hot and 26 pairs of eyes were trying to sneak peeks with varying amounts of subtlety at Eclypsa whose scrubs were sticking to her figure and were wet with sweat. Finally they were at their destination, a large abandoned house. Grabbing their supplies, the group went in and started getting settled. "Come with me," Bane commanded when Eclypsa turned to follow the Soldier. She balked but was forced to follow him when she saw that all the men were going to stay in the open living room. Grudgingly she followed him up the stairs into the master bedroom which was empty except for a gaping window and a few rotted chairs.

Eclypsa waited for Bane to leave but when he didn't she raised an eyebrow. "You're staying with me," he said smugly. She made a distasteful expression and unrolled her bedroll. Sitting on it, she faced him, who did the same. Bane waited for her to speak but when she didn't he didn't know what to do. He had gotten used to her verbal barbs and snipes, without her saying a word, he was at a loss. He knew she was quite social, he often observed her speaking to her patients and to his men but never himself. Even when Bane joined her on the roof: after a tongue lashing, she usually fell into a sulky silence.

Eclypsa stood up and left, "I'm going to help with dinner," she announced. Bane nodded and let her go unhindered. Now he sat back to plan. After the disastrous encounter with the insipid Avengers, his army was depleted and when confronting Hydra, they told him of an aging warlord in the Mongolian area with a bloodthirsty army of barbarians with apparently nothing to do.