I think there's a flaw in my code.

Another chapter, woohoo! Although, it is pretty short…Once again, sorry about that. On another note, I saw Infinity War. I won't say anything other than: holy crap.

Sharkisha the 3rd – I'm always glad to get a review, even if it isn't a "typical" one :) I'd have to say my favorite Avenger is Hawkeye. But that's probably because I met Jeremy Renner ^^

Celestial Glowhead – My stories remind you of actual episodes? That's, like, one of the best compliments ever, omg, thank you so much! Lestrade's probably my favorite character, not gonna lie, so I've gotta give him some story time :) As for SIP and John, you'll just to keep reading to see where it leads!

Walton was somewhat surprised at how quickly the evacuated SIP facility had come back to life. With the newly developed tech Agent Eudio provided they could stay hidden. With the mutant capable of invisibility and intangibility hooked up they couldn't be seen, couldn't be found. It was as if the building disappeared off the map. Impressive indeed. Walton wondered if the concepts of the tech could be applied to any other mutant. But that was a theory for another day.

She watched on as several agents scurried about, fulfilling their roles as a part of the Barnes Recreation Program. With Agent Hatts back in play, progress had increased exponentially – he was one of the best scientists SIP ever had. And one of the original agents on the Barnes Recreation Program when copies of Zola's notes first fell into SIP's possession. He'd been there since the beginning and he knew the most out of anyone regarding the whole program.

Suddenly, a voice beside her brought Walton out of her thoughts. "Director Walton?" Walton looked over and saw an agent by her side. "We think we're ready."

Walton smiled. "Lead the way."

The agent nodded and walked back down towards the main room, Walton in tow. "Agent Hatts?" The said agent looked up from his clipboard and at the director. "I hear you've got something to show me. I hope you're ready to impress."

Hatts couldn't help but smile. "Yes, ma'am. We've been making fine progress." He set the clipboard down and walked over to the mutant seated in the center of the room. His eyes were glazed over and his focus hazy. "Go ahead," Hatts said, nodding towards John.

Walton stood up straight. "Война. Рассвет. Восточный. Оставил. Поле битвы. Здоровье. Январь. Коллега. Жилье. Корона." John's gaze became much more alert, though he was still staring off into the distance. Walton paused before cocking her head. "Agent?" John looked up at her and she grinned. Without hesitation, Walton punched in the code for the restraints and they clicked open. "Follow me." She nodded at Hatts as well and began to walk out of the room. John got to his feet and all eyes in the room turned uneasily towards him. Both he and Hatts followed the new SIP director.

"Ma'am?" Agent Hatts came up beside Walton looking back over his shoulder at John several times. "Ma'am, what are we doing?"

"Testing him out," Walton explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You said it yourself, we're making fine progress." They entered the shooting range. "Are you confident we can start training and conditioning?"

Hatts paused. "…Maybe. We haven't had a single mishap since you brought him here and everything has been going smoothly. I'm just not sure if we should let him near firearms this early in the game."

"It's been two months since he was first dosed, agent." She picked up a glock and raised an eyebrow. "If not now, when? Besides," she handed the weapon over to John, "we've implanted a failsafe, yes?" Hatts nodded slowly. Walton turned to face John. "Can you hit that target for me?" she asked, gesturing to the other end of the range. There sat a target, a silhouette of a man. John was quick to fire. Hatts jumped. John lowered his weapon and Walton looked at the damage from afar. Perfect hit – right in the chest.

"Good shot," Hatts commented.

"Military training," Walton explained with a shrug. She looked John up and down. "Could definitely do with some fine tuning though. For a level three SHIELD agent his training's a bit lower than what I expected. Although it's been a while since his army days, I suppose." She held out her hand. "Give me the gun." Silently, John complied. Walton smiled and turned around to look at the scientist. "Now I would call that success, wouldn't you, Agent Hatts?"

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Sherlock wasn't surprised when Coulson arrived at 221B. He was actually angry it had taken the agent so long to bring him the information he had requested. Sherlock answered the door and stepped aside, letting the man enter. Coulson stood quietly as Sherlock closed the door behind him. "You've found who was keeping John hostage?" Sherlock said, getting right to the subject at hand.

Coulson took a seat and Sherlock sat across from him. "Two agents of SIP." Coulson handed the file in his possession over and Sherlock began flipping through the reports and photos. "Agent Taylor Vinik and Agent Cora Walton."

"Agent Walton," Sherlock said, recognizing the name and the photo. "She was the one who tried recruiting Snyder and Michelson."

Coulson nodded. "She was Assistant Director – Williams's second in command."

"And now she's taken it upon herself to rebuild the organization," Sherlock mused.

"It would seem so." Coulson looked at Sherlock in question. "Do you have any idea as to why they would want John?"

"No," the detective admitted. "If it's some elaborate revenge plan then they're terrible at it, because I haven't been contacted and there have been no threats made against me. John is not the only one to blame for SIP's fall."

"But he was the one who killed Williams."

"Then if anything they should be using me as leverage!" Sherlock got out of his chair and began pacing across the sitting room. "There's something more going on." He looked over at Coulson. "Did you gather anything else from the basement?"

Coulson shook his head. "No, I'm afraid." Sherlock took to pacing again. "They cleaned up after themselves alright. The computers were wiped and while there was evidence of a drug of some kind there was nothing left for us to sample."

"What are they doing to him?" Sherlock growled.

Coulson got to his feet. "Holmes." Sherlock looked over at the agent. "We'll find him." Sherlock scoffed and started pacing again. "Sherlock, you've been running yourself ragged the past two months. You won't be any help to John if you can't even stand on your own two feet."

The detective was admittedly looking worse for wear. Coulson knew the man hadn't been sleeping and he doubted he'd been eating either. Sherlock shook his head, sinking back into his chair. "I won't be any help to John if I don't even know what's happening to him."

Sherlock felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Coulson standing beside him. "We'll find him, Sherlock. Something's bound to come up." If only they knew when.

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