Darcy lifts her device and searches through her contacts. Upon reaching the captain she makes her call.

Lucy turns around the small apartment, cautiously watching Ian carefully work with Izabella on her sore hands. She tucks her hands into her pockets and paces, glancing at the small photos and trinkets;

"Are these from Asgard?"

Darcy sighs over not reaching Steve, dialing for Stark next;

"Yeah, Thor said they were good luck...Steve and Jane both didn't answer. Now I'm panicking."

"Can I touch it?"

"I guess...Ian?! Can you try Tony? Imma try Pepper."

The boy salutes, "I'm on it DeeDee."

Lucy lifts an eyebrow with slight over their hostess;

"How are you connected to everything? What's your power?"

Darcy lifts her shoulders and holds them up, "Support? I guess? I'm handy with an iPod."

Lucy forces a smirk, "Me too."

"How did ya'll get into this mess anyways?"

Lucy turns toward Izabella. The Russian grits her teeth, eyes red from restraining the tears over her pain. She turns her head;

"What?"

Lucy points with her thumb;

"This one decided to run off with her boyfriend, who we all hate. Who ended up kidnapping us with his evil but so oddly normal dad. He casually decided to burn her hands and tie me up."

Darcy wrinkles her nose, "Good lord! Where's my Brody Buddy?"

Izabella shakes her head;

"We not know."

Lucy rolls her eyes and attempts to remain positive;

"I think we can assume Brody, Riley and Garret made it back ok if they like, weren't kidnapped by the psycho."

Darcy sits at the edge of her sofa, flickering her lashes;

"Ooh Garret. He's your age ain't he? He's handsome."

Lucy wrinkles her nose over Darcy's attempt at playing match maker, scoffing at the idea with a hand over her chest in disbelief;

"Ew...?"

Darcy shrugs, "Sorry. Riley's cute too...? Her pretty blonde curls."

"...No."

Ian comes charging back, cutting off Lucy in her attempted defense;

"So good news! Tony is at the tower."

"Great! We can go on an adventure and drop the kids off!"

He cringes, "Bad news is the tower could potential be the target for the next attack."

"WHAT?" Darcy and Izabella yell in unison.

"But the good news is Thor and Jane took the kids to Asgard, so that's good right?"

"I mean, obviously," Darcy rolls her eyes.

He tilts his head, "So yeah, not ideal. But...he said that the kids would be safer with us so...sleepover? Anyone?"

Lucy chuckles loudly, "Oh you can't be serious! Good one Ian!"

"No, I Uh, was being serious. Just sharing what Tony said."

Lucy points with a snarky expression;

"Look, maybe you're all fine playing support but I have powers that need to be used. I don't plan on sitting at the sidelines and being a cheerleader when there's an actual adventure to be had."

Ian lifts a hand, boyish grin spread over his features;

"That's all fine and great Lucy? But I'm just sharing what ya boss said. And he said to hunker down."

"He's not the boss, it is Steve," Izabella interjects.

Darcy stammers, "Eh hey hey, he's close enough..."

"Darcy come on,' Lucy nudges her shoulder, 'You're with me right? About helping the heroes?"

She lifts a hand behind her neck, "I don't know kiddo, I'm kinda enjoying peaceful New Jersey."

Lucy turns toward her friend;

"Izzy! You don't plan on sitting this one on the sidelines! The tower is in danger, our friends could be in danger."

The younger teen lowers her head, turning her burnt palms upright with a solemn expression. The girls make eye contact;

"I...I'm useless."

Lucy shakes her head and moves toward the kitchen;

"That's not true! You're the center's leader! You're the one everyone runs to every lunch period."

She sighs, "I not heal either..."

"Not. Right. Now, but you will again! You'll heal up and then you can go back to your surgeon dreams or whatever- but Izzy! Right now there's a team of kids who can do a whole lotta good if they'd let us! You can't expect us all to just sit on the sidelines and wait for the adults to take care of it!"

Darcy throws her hands to her hips;

"Hold up! What does that make me?!"

Ian shrugs, "Look! Even if you wanted to help, no one is getting in or out of the Center! Natasha Romanoff put it on lockdown because of what happened the school- that was the the part I left out...so really think we're safer here."

Izabella lifts her fingers, trying to bend and straighten;

"We not know if Brody is ok."

Lucy dances around the table with a clap, "Exactly! Soooo we should goooo to check on Brody! And Riley! And Garret!"

"You could go."

"What,' Lucy shakes her head, 'I'm not going without you Izzy. You need to come with me to rally the troops, c'mon!"

Darcy turns toward Ian with a bit of a change in her tone;

"I mean, we could, go see if they need help-"

"And show that we have the two kidnapped girls?! Nahuh!"

Lucy pouts with an extended lower lip, her hands clasped with her brown eyes wide;

"Come on man! This is my shot to show my mom that I'm a competent helper! You guys have no idea how big this even is, I saw the text messages between Aunt Nat and Uncle B- it's huge! Please?"

Izabella frowns, "What text messages-"

"It was a whole thing! There are layers you guys; this isn't just some petty disagreement- this is Black Ops verses SHIELD."

Izabella shares a glance with Darcy over the name, memories flooding back.

Lucy continues, realizing she's connecting with the girls;

"Aunt Nat goes into each mission head first she doesn't think about the repercussions. Well...okay. Better example; My mom would never sit back and let any teammates take over a fight for her. Are we really just going to sit back when we have a whole additional team that is trained to lend a hand?"

Darcy wrinkles her nose, "You guys are just, kids. I can't condone a suicide mission-"

"It's not Darcy! We can help without hurting or getting hurt. We haven't even given the center kids a chance to say whether they want to or not! You owe them that, like. Give us a chance!"

Izabella tilts her head with an understanding smirk. Putting aside her own pain she sees the determination in her friends stare;

"I- I am in."

Darcy pouts alongside Lucy. Ian breaks;

"Alright! Fine! Hopefully there's nothing actually happening and it's all a misunderstanding but ok! Sure."

Darcy gives a high five to Lucy, pointing her finger with an idea;

"And I know JUST how to get in the compound!"

Izabella narrows her focus almost sarcastically;

"You have a key."

"Oh yeah! I do!"

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Natasha switches on the communicator in her vehicle upon receiving a call from Stark;

"Tell me something good."

Tony's voice comes in clear, Barton and Banner leaning forward to listen closer;

"Darcy found Lucy and Ethel. They apparently made their way across the border into Jersey, Izzy knew where to find Lewis."

Banner sits back with a weight lifted from his chest. Natasha presses;

"You told them to stay put-"

"Obviously I'm not a moron Red."

She tilts her head, hands still on the wheel;

"Well that's one less concern."

Clint leans forward with his eyes narrowing;

"Did they hurt Lucy?"

Tony sighs;

"Doesn't sound like it. The tower's dead it's just me and Capsicle."

Romanoff shakes her head with a temper boiling;

"I'm telling you, you need to stay on high alert-"

Banners eyes widen from the back, reaching to address the group;

"Uh...Tasha pull over..."

"What now Vrach-"

"Just pull over."

He slips from the vehicle as soon as she complies eyes raising toward the sky;

"Oh no."

Natasha does the same followed by Clint. Barton's jaw falls;

"Is that what I think it is."

Natasha's molars tighten, "It's another black hole."

"Oh hello my dears!"

The threesome take a step back, Clint reaches for his bow and Natasha for her holster over the sight of a warn Titania and her menacing boyfriend behind her. Romanoff narrows her focus;

"You should be in prison-"

"Mm you're right I should be. But a friend of yours decided I could do more from the outside."

"Olga."

Clint fires his arrow, not in the mood for conversation. She dodged, Banner sighs. Natasha glances over her shoulder with a mumble as Crusher moves forward in Titania's defense. She trembles over the thought of her mercy being the reason for this escape.

"I think we need a hulk."

Clint snaps, "Over a scientist? The damn hole is back!"

Banner shrugs off his medical bag and moves forward;

"I got this. Get word to Fury, he has my notes from California."

An 'I love you' would subside his anger so Natasha nods efficiently instead, holding a prolonged glance as he makes his request.

Titania gears up a punch, freely insulting the doctor as he makes his way forward. Natasha can only watch as he transforms to protect his teammates, sensing his disinterest in any battle involvement.

Clint takes an aim and fired toward the woman to give Bruce time to complete the transformation without an attack;

"What the hell are we supposed to do if Izabella can't warp this time?!"

"I don't know,' Natasha clutches her earpiece as the boys move forward toward their enemies, 'Cap? We need some backup."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Darcy holds her hands on the steering wheel as Ian skims her messy glove compartment for her security ID. Underneath the receipts and wrappers he lifts yet another card;

"Is it this?"

She raises her voice, "No, no, and no! It's on a hot pink lanyard that says savage-"

The girls stay scrambling in the back seat, knocked by a large box from the trunk more then once. In a brief fit of rage Lucy lifts her elbow to punch the cardboard back, up and over the seat. Izabella jumps over the flicker of yellow in her eyes, pointing with her forefinger toward the lanyard that was under the box. She lifts it cautiously and taps Darcy on the shoulder;

"Savage?"

Lewis nods, looking over the frame of her sunglasses toward Ian;

"Yeahhhh I'm a savage. Classy, bougie, ratchet."

Lucy tilts her head, "Is that gonna work? You spilled some kinda nutrition bar and coffee back here."

Darcy clicks her tongue;

"Oh bea'ch please. They should know me. I shouldn't need to show an ID period."

She rolls down the window as she approaches the SHEILD agents, adamant about their no entry policy put in place by Natasha Romanoff. Darcy argues with her badge in hand. Izabella rolls her eyes over the interaction and urges Lucy to roll down the window. The teen complies and lays back against her seat as Izabella goes off in Russian. Darcy tucks her chin, sharing a glance with Ian.

The agents sigh heavily;

"Fine. But we need fingerprints from both the driver and the man in the passenger seat."

Darcy throws her head around, "Excuse me?! Do you not know who I am?!"

"Policy ma'am."

"Psh! 'Ma'am'?! It's Darcy! Steve Rogers' ex?!"

"That's what they all say ma'am."

Izabella laughs from the backseat, shaking her head through her chuckling with her wrapped palms laid on her lap;

"You not date Steve."

"We had dinner dates and made out at Banner's wedding so..."

"Not so."

Lucy chimes in, "Yeah, there's no way...I was there, like, he was trying to let you down easy in the corner."

Izabella pulls her head back, "You were there?"

Lucy shrugs, "Yeah...? Mom made me wear a pantsuit and it was miserable. I had long hair."

"Huh..."

Ian stares with his eyes wide, "Uh...you kissed Steve? ...what?"

Darcy grumbles a solid sentence full of gibberish. The agent waves his hand over the chaos, interrupting the conversation upon collecting the fingerprints;

"Alright, move along."

Darcy tilts her head with a wide smile, and rolls up her window, "Thaaaannnnnkkks."

As the vehicle drives on Izabella turns her head to check the back window, suspicious over the quiet agent who remains in the booth and is eager to make communication. She sits back, talking softly toward Lucy;

"I think, we in trouble."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Natasha holds her ground with her tired arms holding two weapons at once. As the sky opens above them Barton mumbles a swear. He reaches continually for his arrows, eyes falling as the mob arrives on the side of their enemies;

"You have got to be shitting me."

Romanoff takes a step back to analyze, tired of seeing Hulk battling the two other goons on his own;

"My man needs backup."

Clint snaps, "You're not it Nat! You'll get squashed."

"Come on Tony," she grumbles.

"I heard that!"

She grins as the sarcastic engineer snaps through her earpiece, flying in and over the open field to take aim at Titania;

"Finally."

"Ah! It's Medusa again. Long time no see. How was prison?"

Natasha runs forward, aiming for the aliens escaping from the hole in the sky. The Captain makes his call to split up the team. Romanoff takes her position and pushes the enemy further from the main streets.

Clint reaches for Natasha's arm, pulling her back and down behind a car to shelter them from an impending attack. He shakes his head over the entry of a mischievous demigod;

"You gotta be kidding."

Natasha spots Loki as he rides through, "We called it right the first time."

Barton holds his earpiece, "Cap?"

Steve retorts, "I see him. Pray for some Thunder."

Natasha mumbles, her eyes shifting between the corners of the disaster;

"This is my fault."

Barton's snaps, "Apologize later we need to keep moving."

She groans, "We need another hulk."

Fury's voice comes in clear as the two-some move through the city streets;

"How about a She-Hulk?"

Natasha can't restrain her smirk as a full sized she-hulk jumps from a hovering craft, with John Jameson remaining on the craft above.

"Thanks for showing up."

Jennifer's voice echoes in Natasha's ear;

"I didn't want to leave you to clean up the mess- even if you made it."

"Thanks Jen."

"Yeah yeah. You're just lucky Lucy's alive or I'd be smashing you,' she snaps loudly, Romanoff can only assume it's direction, 'Hey! Hands off my cousin Skeeter!"

Barton turns his head over John's appearance, "Well hey! At least now we have an astronaut behind the scenes."

Natasha shrugs;

"Nice. We need to keep moving and get the pedestrians off the street."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Brody!"

The boy runs to greet his adoptive sister, Riley and Garrett running to scoop their small group up into a hug. Izabella nods cautiously to the sudden influx of agents. Riley rolls her eyes;

"They showed up when we got back from school. We trust none of them."

With the arrival of Izabella's aunt the teen runs into her arms, tears in her eyes as she holds her close.

Darcy talks through the side of her mouth, "This place..."

Ian nods in agreement without saying a word. Lucy takes in the quiet, the children slowly gathering around as if they're afraid to move. She pivots with an intention to move up the staircase and locate her bow. Stopped in her path she lowers her eyebrows over the firm voiced agent;

"Can we help you?"

She wrinkles her nose, "Yeah, you can move over and get out of my way."

He refuses to comply. She sighs, ready to duck under and fake him out before receiving a pull from the old Russian lady who pulls her aside. She mumbles a few words to one of the agents and pulls Lucy inside a room with a small group.

She speaks quickly and softly, revealing a white bow kept on the counter;

"Vrach Banner sent us message. Agent Hill and me step in when we can. It not good. Olga come back. We hope for warp but...not anymore."

Izabella grits her teeth with pure disgust over the burning in her fingertips.

Lucy strokes her bow with her eyes low, cautiously glancing toward the door;

"There's gotta be enough meta kids to outnumber any guards."

The woman shakes her head, "We adopt as many as possible to keep them safe yesterday. We not know black ops from SHIELD."

Darcy interjects, "Okay but, Nat put the policies in place."

"Olga jump on opportunity."

"Bullshit. Who's Olga anyways?"

Ian sits at the desk, mesmerized by the current situation, "I'm...okay...what's going on?"

An abrupt entrance from Maria Hill works to put the team at ease, her face pale and a hand over her abdomen as she closes the door behind her;

"Alright- Darcy?!"

She waves. Maria shakes it off;

"This just got weirder. I need to meet Fury and help the team. Titania and Crusher are back with Loki leading an alien charge."

Darcy holds her head, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god-"

"We NEED a calm head, Darcy."

Brody speaks up softly, "Is Thor coming back?"

Maria shrugs, "I don't know kiddo."

Lucy grabs her friend's shoulder, "You gotta do something. You and I both know we can do something about this! We can find Olga!"

"What, I..." she trembles.

"No! Izzy! Not just you, all of us. We can take down this stupid crazy lady together, all of us."

Maria holds her head, "Ugh. No! No hero business from you. I'm here to help keep you people safe-"

Riley crosses her arms with a solid frown, "That's all you ever do is keep us safe. What are we training for then?!"

Lucy lifts a hand, "Exactly."

Garrett points to Brody's arm and nods toward Izabella, "Guys, we can't even handle one SHIELD dude."

"Black Ops," Hill corrects.

Lucy tosses her quiver over her shoulder, "We can't do this unless everyone is in."

"I repeat, you're not doing this- Ugh! I gotta go."

She leaves with the older Russian behind, the children left on their own with Darcy and Ian.

Izabella shares a look, Darcy bites her lip. Brody gives Ian a glance. Riley moves to stand on a nearby chair;

"Alright! That's enough sulking! All of you! I'm with Lucy. We need to do something. We can't expect the Avengers to take on every battle and win. We've been training for two years. We have powers! We can do this by making up for each others differences and working together. It's one old lady!"

Izabella shakes her head, "And guards."

Lucy shrugs, "Easy. We're the paint balling champs."

"The only way we get everyone on board is if SHE does the talking," Riley points to Izabella.

Izabella lifts her wrapped palms, "I can't! They not respect me now."

Brody shakes his head, "That's not true."

Garrett tugs the back of his neck;

"Well...Lucy is kinda...the loudest one."

"Gee thanks."

"I'm just saying. And if Izzy follows you, they all will."

"Izzy? Are you in?"

She nods begrudgingly, "I guess."

Darcy grumbles, "This is a bad idea, and I feel like I should be interfering...?"

"I've got an idea," The Jameson girl narrows her focus, reaching for Izabella's wrist as she leads her group back out into the lobby.

Standing in the center of the large lobby she pivots. The dirt on her cheek from their adventures and her nerves catching the best of her. She swallows hard. Izabella stands off her side, offering a whisper;

"They need reason to trust."

Lucy nods, raising her volume;

"You guys, Izzy and I just went on a crazy adventure. New York to jersey. It wasn't amazing like..."

She narrows her focus, temper building as she relives their adventures in her mind. Reaching to lift a hand of their fearless leader she screams louder to address the meta children;

"Kyle Murphy is a defective member of SHIELD. He kidnapped me and Izzy and burnt her hands. He tried to hurt her and take her power away! He's a member of the Black Ops operation that Natasha has been working to shut down. Well they're onto her and none of you are safe right now! We're sitting back waiting for our next move while Aunt Nat and Uncle B and the team are battling the meta psychos."

Izabella nods for another whisper, "We can do this together."

Lucy shouts, "You've been training for years, working on your strengths and analyzing how to work as a team! We can step in and help them. We can find these defectives because they're under our noses! My Uncle B tried to prevent this from happening but he was too late. Our hero's have limits just like we do. Our size, our age doesn't matter. If we see something wrong we need to jump in."

"Olga."

"There's a leader behind the revolt. If all of us work together, we can take, down, their king pin; Olga."

A younger member of the center crosses his arms, "Why should we trust you?! You're a born blood!"

Lucy narrows her focus and point with her bow in hand, "I'm not gonna waste time on my credentials cause truth is...you're all more trained then I am. You've all suffered to be here and I'm not so sure Black Ops has a say in shutting you down. I'm not gonna force you to join me but either we're all in or we're gonna all get our hands burnt! I'm angry, I'm really really angry. They think they can take your powers away in brutal, inhumane ways?! You need a frickin fire under your butts to defend and protect who you are! That's nobody's job but yours!"

Izabella grins, "It's our turn."

"We're done sitting back and waiting for a sign. We're getting a sign right now. If we work together, we can play our part and make a dang difference! And we start with our house! They have no right to be here. We need to filter out the roaches."

Darcy covers her mouth with a grumble, "Rally 'em girl."

One by one they group steps forward, triggering the guards mental alarm to go off. With an abrupt charge forward Lucy spots her target and fires an arrow in self defense toward her victim and aims for his knee.

Among the gasps is shout from Brody;

"Who's with us?!"

Izabella shares a proud smirk, the small team crowding amongst one another. Lucy lifts a hand to whistle and pause the chatter, brushing a fallen bang from her forehead;

"Let's go you mugbloods! Time to take the trash out,' she points toward a visibly trembling injured guard in duty, 'We start with him! Tie him up! Izzy! Gimme a mind reader! We'll take it floor by floor."

Izabella lifts her head toward a girl in the back, "Catherine. Also, you didn't say 'like'..."

Lucy scoffs, "'Like' what? I don't say 'like'- nice conjunction though. Hey Catherine! We need your sixth sense! Filter 'em."

Darcy and Ian move as the kids plow forward, jumping over a sudden fire in Brody's eyes;

"Mm ok. Suddenly I feel really outnumbered? And unsafe...? But super safe at the same time?! Nat would be so proud."

Ian hugs her back with a fear in his own eyes, "I question your friend...choices."

Maria watches quietly from the balcony, biting a usb as she clears the last of the data from the center's computer. Looking down toward the kids she shares a smile. She clutches her earpiece;

"Fury? It's the new kid; Jameson's the voice. Good luck keeping these kids on the bench now."