The whistle blew and she was off.

Danielle dashed across the field for the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes to launch the soccer ball towards the goal. This time, much like the other times, Danielle had kicked it and barely managed to get it into the net, only to have Max block it. Danielle groaned.

"Come on, Dani, try again," Ashley encouraged from where she stood a few yards off to the side beside Coach Wilson who was scrolling on his phone.

Danielle took a deep breath before running to the back of the line in the middle of the field. Her knees were starting to feel a bit sore, as was her... well– everything. Ashley, Amber, and Maggie were working the team to the core for the last two hours. They were practicing charging, fakes, foot traps, headers (Danielle hated those), slide tackles, and what they were doing now: penalty kicks.

Amber clapped from her spot beside the net where Max was goalkeeping. "Come on, girls! Our game is two days away! You can do this!"

Danielle took her spot at the back of the line while Betty ran up to kick the ball. The team of girls watched as the petite blonde dashed forward and kicked, scoring a perfect goal. She smiled in victory as she made her way to the back of the line with the other girls clapping and cheering for her. "Great job, Brant! Next up!" Ashley called as she blew the whistle.

Betty walked along the side of the line of girls with her chest out and her chin held high. She stopped at the end just beside Danielle, a smile still plain on her face. "That was a great shot, Betty," Danielle complimented.

"I know," Betty replied in a cocky manner as if she didn't need Danielle to tell her how amazing she was.

Danielle eyed the blonde uneasily before turning to face the front of the line to watch the next girl attempt to score a goal. This cycle continued until the last five minutes of practice when Maggie shouted out, "HAIL MARY!"

The enhanced teenager's stomach churned at the order. Hail Mary was the play the team had to perfect; it was their sure-fire way of winning any game– or so, that's what Ashley said. Danielle personally thought it was a play sent from the deepest pits of Hell to torture herin all the ways she hated... but that really was just her bei dramatic from lack of breath.

All the soccer team girls ran to their positions. The girls assigned to defensive pretended to play as the opposing team for the scrimmage, while the offensive players quickly got into their own positions for the Hail Mary play.

"Ready?" Ashley called out. The team all simultaneously nodded before she blew the whistle and threw the ball with her hands out to where Amber was.

The soccer ball bounced off Amber's chest and fell to the ground where she kicked it towards the center of the field before launching it to Betty across the center-field line. But instead of passing it to Daisy like she was supposed to, Betty hogged the ball all the way towards the patch of grass just outside the Penalty Area. "Betty!" Daisy protested just before the blonde launched the ball across the field towards Maggie.

Maggie stopped the ball with her foot and kicked it to Courtney who had to run around Malory just to fake a ball claim and kick it immediately back to Maggie. Maggie, in turn, kicked it to Ashley, just a few yards down field.

Danielle prepared herself because once Ashley got the ball, she kicked it all the way towards the edge of the penalty area where the enhanced teen ran forward and slide tackled the ball to project it towards the goal net. Danielle slid with her right leg bent underneath her and her left leg out to kick the passing ball with the side of her cleat. She landed completely on her side and when she looked up... the ball had hit just outside the net, like it had all the other times they'd done this play.

She groans as she pulls herself off the ground and dusts all the grass from her legs, arms, and side.

Amber comes up and pats Danielle on the back. "You did good," she compliments. "We have more time to work on it."

On the other side of the field, Ashley blew her whistle, calling practice to a close. "Go get dressed! See you girls tomorrow!"

Danielle bowed her head the entire time while getting dressed, disappointed in herself that she was unable to make a single slide tackle goal to score a point for her team. On the bright side, she'd tell herself, at least she wasn't thinking about Jack, Wanda, and the rest of the team... Well, now she was.

The topic of her siblings and the team was still a little sensitive for the teen. Her Mom still tried not to talk about it, but the news reminded her almost every second of every day what she was missing with news broadcasts talking about the attack last week that nearly had Danielle thinking her brother and sister were dead. She hadn't gotten a lick of sleep that night, neither did her Mom. They were both filled with so much worry about a similar fate in a future mission. That one day, they wouldn't get so lucky.

After getting dressed back into her normal clothes, Danielle grabbed her gym duffel, backpack, and phone before walking to the back of the bleachers and vanishing only to reappear at the front door of her and her Mom's house in Rhode Island. She opened the door and called out, "I'm home!"

Alice jumped from her spot at the dining room table surrounded by multiple sheets of paper. It had taken her awhile to get used to her daughter's powers – a reminder of the pain and problems her husband had caused by being involved with HYDRA in the first place and the mistake Alice made in not seeing the signs before it was too late. But, thankfully, Alice realized that if using her powers helped Danielle feel more at home, it was fine with her.

"How was practice?" Alice called over her shoulder before shoving all the papers in front of her inside a book bag nearby.

Danielle slowly made her way to the kitchen, dropping her backpack and duffel on the living room floor on the way there. "It was alright," she replied glumly.

Alice frowned as she walked over to the kitchen, grabbed an orange from one of the fruit baskets nearby, tossing it to Danielle. "You having trouble with the last play still?" Danielle had been talking to her Mom more and more about soccer, and school, and what she'd been up to these past few years, making it easier for Alice to really grow closer to her daughter after years apart.

Danielle nodded, bowing her head while peeling the orange in her hand.

Alice walked over and brushed a single strand of hair from Danielle's face, letting her hand linger to cup her face and look into her daughter's eyes, they looked just like father's. "You'll get better," Alice assured her. "You always do..."

Danielle didn't pick up the small after tone of sorrow in her Mom's last statement as she smiled. "Thanks, Mom,"

Alice hummed and dropped her hand. "What do you say to some chicken Alfredo and Liam Hemsworth movies?"

Danielle wrinkled her nose slightly. "Yes to the pasta, no to the Hemsworth movies."

"What?!" Alice asked incredulously.

Danielle laughed, "I cry every time you put on The Last Song!" She exclaimed.

"Well, then how about The Hunger Games?"

Danielle pursed her lips together and furrowed her eyebrows, deep in thought. "Fine," she finally allowed.

Alice beamed in victory. "I'll start the pasta and pop in the movie. While you-" she paused to take a whiff of Danielle's hair, pulling back with a face of disgust. "Take a long, thorough shower."

Danielle giggled before running off to her room upstairs.

Alice smiled and watched in adoration as he daughter happily skipped her way down the hall, but quickly added on, "Don't forget your bags!"

Danielle halted in her tracks. For a moment, Alice expected to see her daughter running back to physically grab the bags, but was pleasantly surprised when the bags went flying in thin air towards Danielle's hand. She caught them and dashed up the stairs to her room. Some things Alice never would get used to.


The next day at school, Danielle was dragged to the gym by Liz and a few of the other student council people to help set up for the Valentine's Day Dance. The entire gymnasium was filled with the colors of red, white, pink, and magenta. A bunch of hearts were plastered all around on walls, the ceiling, tabletops, and pink lanterns hung from above along with magenta streamers and white balloons.

Danielle was helping Liz paint the banners to hang around the school for the event. They laid out on the gym floor with paint brushes coloring in a large drawing of an arrow going through a heart with the slogan, 'Buy Your Tickets - Valentine's Day Dance' written above and below the image in a jumbled manner.

"So," Liz began to strike up a conversation as she painted in the bottom of the heart. "What are you wearing to the dance?"

Danielle shrugged. "I don't think I really want to go," she admitted.

"What?" Liz gasped. "Why not?'

"I just don't think I'd have enough energy after the game tomorrow."

"Oh, come on," Liz pressed on, "it'll be fun. Besides, you owe me for running out of the Winter Formal."

Danielle frowned, recalling the night she had to get to the Compound due to the fact that her newly resurrected mother-assassin had infiltrated it. But Danielle had just used the excuse that a loved one got into a car accident. "Sorry - family emergency."

"I know, I know," Liz nodded. "It's just, you always seem so busy. Maybe you can just take this one time for yourself. Actually have fun and stay."

Danielle chuckled and shook her head as she dragged the brush along the letter 'V' in 'Valentine's'. "I'll think about."

Liz beamed. "Great."

After helping hang up the banner in the cafeteria, Danielle had to rush off to soccer practice after school.

It started with basic practice again, laps, crunches, push ups, lunges, jumping jacks, passes, and penalty kicks. This time around, Danielle was finally able to make at least three penalty goals in the net without Max being able to block them. But when it came time for the Hail Mary play, it went the same way it did every other time: with Danielle missing and leaving practice in a state of disappointment.

That night after watching three episodes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians with her Mom, Danielle laid in bed for what seemed like hours just staring up at her ceiling. She couldn't sleep. The nerves in her body were too jumbled and her stomach was in knots. She nervous— beyond nervous. What if she missed the shot during a game? What if she barfed in the field? What if she collapsed after taking two steps onto the field during the game?

After about an hour of restlessness, Danielle finally gave up on sleep and flicked the lamp on beside her bed before crossing her room and sitting cross-legged beside her drawer. She opened up the bottom shelf and pulled out the photo album she'd gotten for her birthday and packed with her before leaving the Compound a few months ago... Had it been that long? It felt like just yesterday she had hugged all her team goodbye.

The first page already had Danielle's nerves calming. It was a photo of Zilina, her home town in Slovakia. Jack must have taken the photo when they snuck away to visit it after Danielle's argument with Steve prior to getting drunk at Flash's party. Danielle smiled at the bittersweet memory and flipped to the next page.

The next page had an array of photos, Danielle recognized where these pictures were from and was shocked Jack had gotten hold of them. They were photos of Jack, Wanda, Pietro, and Danielle by a market in Sokovia. Taken on a cheap camera Jack had stolen from a stand to document what they described as their 'Great Escape'. It was one of the first times Danielle had ever been outside of the base since her and Jack's kidnapping and with Pietro's super speed, they were able to escape... Wanda, Jack, Pietro, and another enhanced teen locked away in that base... Sadly, he had died from the experiments as did most of the others Strucker experimented on. But, their escape only lasted for a few hours, due to the fact that Strucker was able to catch them immediately after. All the pictures showed the smiles on the enhanced children's faces at their first real victory.

The next page was less somber, more humorous. It was just a collection of photos Jack had taken of Sam asleep wearing whatever hat Jack had snuck onto his head. It was a game Danielle knew her brother liked to play with the sleeping pilot.

Sam would always doze off on the couch in the Compound living room and Jack somehow got hold of a large collection of hats in his closet along with Wanda's. In each picture, Sam was wearing a different hat. A WW2 veteran cap (most likely stolen from Steve), a black wool beanie, a magenta fedora, a black top hate Jack may or may not have stolen from Tony, a Red Sox baseball cap, and one of the beer hats Jack had bought at a baseball game.

Danielle had to cover her mouth with her hand to be sure not to laugh too hard as she turned the next page. This one had to be her favorite, probably because they were mostly all taken by her of the team.

An image of Natasha sparring with Steve, mid-roundhouse kick to the super soldier's face. Another of Wanda and Vision on a balcony staring out at the scenery, Wanda pointing to something unseen with a smile on her face while Vision could only look at her with curiosity. One with Sam, Steve, Rhodey, and Jack all with angry expressions as they sat in front of the TV yelling about whatever sports game was on. A photo of Vision reading a book wearing a royal blue sweater, a cup of tea in his free hand, and a pink flower Danielle had manage to stick to where his ear would be with a piece of clear tape. Another picture of Wanda and Jack sitting on bean bags in Jack's room with faces of intense concentration as they played what looked like Super Mario Bros.

And finally, an off-guard picture of the entire team– including Pepper, Tony, and Thor– sitting in a bunch of different places in the living room watching The Sandlot. This photo was Danielle's favorite, and was an exception due to the fact that she hadn't taken this photo– courtesy of Maria Hill.

Danielle recalled the fond memory of the night starting off as a 'Sibling Movie Night' turning into the entire team sitting in to watch. Jack and Wanda had been arguing for half an hour about what to watch when Danielle finally suggested the Sandlot. The movies credits had just begun when Steve, Sam, Rhodey, and Tony entered in from other parts of the Compound and migrated to the couches. Thor followed in suit as did Vision. And finally Nat and Pepper came in, completing the set. After the movie was over, Tony couldn't stop humming 'Tequila', Thor kept shouting 'you're killing me, Smalls', Jack continuously pestered Steve about being Smalls, and Danielle kept begging for a dog.

Danielle was certain that looking at these photos would only bring pain and longing... They did, but they brought more joy and happiness which cancelled out all the negative emotions and allowed her to enjoy the photo album. And within a few hours, Danielle had fallen asleep on the floor with the photo album beneath her face, the page flipped open to a photo Danielle had added herself of a picture Sharon took of Danielle, Peter, Ned, and Michelle just before the Winter Formal.

Danielle went to sleep that night with no jumbled nerves and zero fears because she was strong. She looked at the old photo of herself from Sokovia and saw a girl who's life was ruled by fear– fear of herself, fear of her power, and fear of the people who made her this way. But then she looked at the photo of her and her friends, her family, her team... and she knew that if she could overcome HYDRA, Eris, Ultron, her pain, her suffering, and her longing and still be able to be happy, then she could sure as hell kick a ball into a goal.

The next day at school, Danielle wore her casual attire of black jeans, a cute colored blouse, Converse tennis shoes, and the occasional sweater. But today, she added something new to her wardrobe: black, thick-rimmed glasses. They were a bit big on her face, but she was able to make it work by tucking in some lose strands of hair to keep them in place. She looked at herself in the mirror and crossed her fingers in hope that the glasses Steve had given her the first time she'd left the Compound for school would still work as her lucky charm.

The day went by quickly, no one asked about the glasses but wished her luck a bunch of times. She'd gotten nonstop text messages from Peter wishing her a great game and that he'd try to make it. She told him not to worry about making it, that there were other games he could attend, but he simply replied by saying that he wasn't going to miss a single one.

That afternoon in the locker room, Danielle sat on the bench in her royal blue uniform staring down at the specs for what seemed like ages. She thought of it as a memorial of sorts; a bitter reminder of the people missing from the game. But she'd remind herself that she would never be here in this school if it weren't for those people. People like Jack, Wanda, Steve, Tony, Sam, Natasha, Rhodey, Vision, Thor, Sharon, Pietro, and her father.

"Hey," Danielle's head snapped up at the sound of a nearby voice. She looked up to find Betty Brant standing at the end of a line of lockers. The blonde didn't have the usual cocky smirk on her face, a comforting smile took its place instead. "I just wanted to wish you good luck out there."

Danielle smiled back as she answered, "Yeah, you too."

"See you on the field," Betty added before walking off to put her cleats on.

Dani shrugged. At least she was getting somewhere with Betty and there wouldn't be tension on the field. One less thing to worry about, leaving one bigger thing to worry about: the Hail Mary. Great...

The entire soccer team ran out onto the open field with the large lights above shining down brightly and the crowds cheering. Danielle couldn't see much due to the blinding white spotlight on the girls as they ran onto the field and took their positions.

The referee was beginning to list the rules with the soccer ball in his hand when Maggie nudged Danielle's side. "You got this," she told her.

Danielle nodded and nudged her back. "You too."

The referee had just finished explaining the rules before holding the ball up in one hand and holding the whistle to his lips with the other. Everyone crunched, ready to pounce the moment the ball was dropped and the whistle was blown. As soon as that happened, the girls on both teams were off.

The opposite team from some high school in the Northern Bronx, had offense first. Danielle had to keep defense on the upper right hand corner of the field. So, when a redheaded girl on the other team came running to the goal, Malory cut her off while Danielle stole the ball from the opposite direction and quickly kicked it to Daisy. The game had officially begun.

The game had gone back and forth many times. Midtown girls getting the ball multiple times only for it to be stolen by the Bronx team. Luckily, after two straight minutes of penalties and out-of-bounds kicks, Courtney finally managed to score a goal for the team. But, shortly after celebration, the Bronx team had also scored a point putting the game to a tie near the end of it.

It was coming up on the final few minutes and if neither team was able to make a goal in the next five minutes, the game would be a draw due to the fact that no school games could last after eleven at night. So, Ashley did exactly what Danielle feared she would do.

"Come on!" Ashley had called across the field. "Circle up!" All the breathless girls on the field made their way to where she stood on the sidelines during the timeout called. "Okay, girls, we have five minutes on the clock meaning we may be able to get the Hail Mary play in. You think you guys got enough energy for that?"

Danielle wanted so desperately to say no, but nodded numbly like the rest of the team.

"Great. Hands in," Maggie commanded as she raised her hand into the open air of the circle.

Every last one of the girls put their hands into the pile before counting to three. "One, two, three– TIGERS!" They cheered before throwing their hands up and running to their positions on the field.

As Danielle jogged to the middle of the grassy patch, she heard people in the stands behind her calling her name. She spun around and squinted just enough to make out the familiar faces of Liz, Cindy, Sally, Abe, Seymour, Tiny, and Charles. Danielle smiled and waved only to find a few more familiar faces. Beside Liz and the team was Peter, Ned, Michelle, Mr. Harrington, and even Peter's Aunt May. Then, in the far back corner, she spotted her Mom with a familiar blonde beside her. It wasn't Steve– sadly – but it was Sharon. Danielle felt her stomach do a summersault from the sight of all her friends and family up in the stands supporting her. All the nervous thoughts in Danielle's head vanished and she began to pull herself together in order to make this play.

You can do it, she kept repeating in her head. You can do it.

The referee stood at the edge of the field, blew the whistle, and Maggie threw the ball into the field where Malory was able to hit it with her chest and lead it towards Amber. Amber stopped the ball with her feet and kicked it down field towards Betty, who once again hogged it all the way until mid-field where she kicked it to Maggie. Maggie passed it to Courtney, Courtney passed it back to Maggie who kicked it past Betty straight to Ashley.

This was it, Danielle thought, this was the final move. She would either fail miserably or she would be able to redeem herself from all the times she missed this one kick. Maybe that's what she was getting wrong... Maybe the the reason why Danielle kept missing those shots was because she was doing it all by herself, ignoring the fact that she had a team full of people that could help her. She had people who supported her and she didn't have to do this alone. That was it!

When Ashley kicked the ball to a space in front of Danielle, the enhanced teenager ran forward and slide-tackled, per usual. But instead of aiming for the goal, she kicked towards the space of grass just in front of the penalty area where Betty got the hint, ran forward, and launched the ball into the net scoring the winning goal.

Danielle, still on the ground, heard the crowds erupting into cheers and cries of joy. She smiled into the fake, green grass beneath her just before being pulled to her feet by Max and embraced into a bone-crushing hug. All the Midtown Girls Soccer Team jumped up and down just outside the penalty area, crying in victory for their first win of the season. They'd done it! They'd actually done it!


Back at the Compound, Jack sat on the edge of his bed, skimming through the different postcards he had been receiving since Christmas from Danielle. He had reread every last one of them until he could recite them by memory. He also smelled the life out of them because Danielle's familiar scent of mint and coconut had stuck to the small piece of paper. He missed her so much. But if he missed them so much, why hadn't he gone to Rhode Island with them?

Because he knew he couldn't be normal. Danielle still could, she was young enough, impressionable, easy to lead back into that suburban life. But Jack? Jack couldn't be what his mother wanted because each time he looked into her eyes he saw a woman who had died years ago along with his father, childhood, and normalcy. There was no normal for Jack... not anymore. But he got to watch– or in this case, read– as Danielle excelled in her new life. Soccer practice, a new house, friends, Decathlon wins, long walks on the beach, Mean Girls movies. As much as Jack hated to admit it at first, he enjoyed seeing Danielle be normal, he just hated to be away from her.

Jack is suddenly interrupted from his train of thoughts when a knock on the door causes him to look up, attentive. Wanda stands in the doorway with a small tray, a pot and two sets of cups sit on top as a comforting smile crosses her face. "Thought you might need some tea," she exclaims as she makes her way to the edge of the bed to set down the tray. "You looked like you got hit pretty hard the other day." She pours the liquid from the steaming pot into the two cups before handing one to Jack and keeping one for herself.

Jack takes the gift. "Thanks," he mutters before taking a long sip of the drink. He admits, he feels nice and soothing at first, but then the bittersweet memories of Danielle and her love of chamomile tea pops back into his head and it's back to square one of his twelve-step program to stop missing his sister.

"You miss her," Wanda remarks, catching Jack off guard.

"Hmm?" At first, Jack wonders if his thoughts were really all that loud to the point where the telepath could hear them, but he slowly realizes Wanda was referring to the stack of postcards beside his leg. "Oh... Yeah."

Wanda frowns. "Me, too."

"We shouldn't," Jack protests simply. "She's safe. It's better this way."

Wanda smirked slightly. "You're starting to sound like Steve." It was true. The soldier had been repeating that exact term to Jack more times than he could count to the point where Jack was starting to believe Steve was trying to convince himself rather the rest of the team. But Steve could easily just forget Dani. After all, he only knew her for half a year give or take. He wasn't there for her since birth like Jack was, he didn't understand the real pain of being separated from her, no one did. At least that was how Jack saw it.

Jack grimaced. "Yikes, you're right. 'Wouldn't wanna catch his patriotism." The pair laughed for the first time since their sister had left. After they sobered up, the somber mood set back into place over them like a thick blanket. "What about you?" Jack asked, breaking the suffocating cycle of sadness. "You strained yourself a lot on the mission the other day."

Wanda shrugged. "I guess it was just harder to fight without knowing another telekinetic enhanced was watching my back," she explained.

Jack chuckled. "Sorry to disappoint. I only have little sparks coming out of my fingers." His joke worked in making Wanda laugh and break free from the little blanket of sadness.

That was until Sam Wilson ran in, a panicked look on his face. "Hey," he greeted them, slightly out of breath. "We got something you two might wanna hear."

The two enhanced exchanged confused glances before following after the pilot towards the interrogation room located just a floor below their rooms. When they entered, it seemed all of the team had gather just outside the glass where Natasha, Steve, and one of the more recently captured mercenaries stood inside.

"What? He give up his boss yet?" Jack asked, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring in through the glass to study the man tied to a chair inside.

"Not exactly," Rhodey answered.

"Then what is it?" Wanda questioned, growing slightly worried from all the side-long glances they were receiving from their teammates and the way their feelings stuck out at her as if they were hiding something.

Everyone in the room was quiet before Maria Hill spoke up, "He dropped Danielle's name."

Inside the interrogation room, Natasha threw a hard punch to Michael Grant's jaw, knocking him over in his chair. Steve then walked over and clutched the lapels of Grant's jacket to pull him up off the ground and bring him face-to-face with the enraged Captain. "How do you know that name?" He demanded.

Grant scoffed. "Like I'd talk."

Steve's blue eyes turned almost black for a moment as he dropped Michael and stepped away, his head turning towards the glass as he nodded to someone unseen on the other side. "You will."

A few moments later, Jack stepped inside. A murderous glare plagued his features. His jaw was clenched, fists were balled up, and his eyes were glowing a bright electric yellow.

"What're you gonna do, huh?" Grant prompts. "Zap me?"

A small smirk appears at the edge of Jack's mouth as he takes a step forward to the tied up man. "You're gonna wish that was all I'm gonna do to you," he says in a low tone just before he slams his palm against the side of his head.

An electric shock jolted through Michael Grant's brain, crying and shouting filled the room. Jack didn't stop until Grant finally cried out, "Alright! Alright! Rumlow!" Jack released his grip on Michael's skull and he sighed, "Rumlow..."

Steve, Natasha, and Jack all exchange knowing looks before Steve presses on, "Keep going."

Grant hesitates before breaking, "Brock Rumlow gave the Silencer Assignment 204 before she went off the grid."

"What's Assignment 204?" Natasha asked.

Grant pursed his lips and remained silent. Jack rolled his eyes before slamming him with another electric jolt. "I don't know!" Grant cried out helplessly. "I swear, I don't know!"

"Still doesn't explain how you know Danielle Harper's name," Steve replied.

"The Silencer, she was the girl's daughter and her father was already apart of HYDRA."

"Yeah, but you're just a hired help," Natasha retorted. "You were on the excursion in New York with the same girl." The redhead nodded to Jack who immediately grabbed a fistful of Grant's hair to pull his head back. "So, talk!"

"She hired us!" Grant cried out before he received another jolt of electric shocks through his skull.

"Who?!" Jack demanded.

"GAH!" Grant's body began spazzing from all the electricity Jack was sending through the man's body. It wasn't until Steve grabbed the younger man' wrist that he suddenly stopped. "The Silencer!" Grant gasped once Jack had stopped. "She hired us to kidnap that girl– told us it had something to do with Assignment 204 and when that psychopath in charge got too carried away with torturing the kid, she killed him. That's all I know, I swear."

Jack felt numb– empty almost. Like his entire world was crumbling in on itself to reveal the truth he should have seen all along. Anger building up around the truth only to dissolve into fear when realization set in: his sister was still with his mother. His mother who stole Danielle away after kidnapping her, having someone torture her, trick the entire team including him, and for what? Jack didn't have time to question that too much due to the fact that he was already in motion, storming out of the interrogation room with Nat and Steve on his tail.

"Get us a jet to Rhode Island, stat!" Steve ordered.

"Try New York," Jack replied.

"What?" Wanda questioned, walking over from where she stood just outside the room beside Vision. "Why New York?"

"I've been reading the papers," he explained, taking a paper clipping from his pocket and unfolding it for them to see. 'Multiple Ex-SHIELD Operatives Found Dead In The Bronx', was labeled across the title of the article. "She's been killing off the men there during the kidnapping to cover her tracks."

Steve's already present frown deepened as he glared at the article. "Grab your suits," he ordered the team before stalking off to the landing pad. The soldier had never felt like more of a fool than he did in that moment. But he could punish himself later for being so idiotic and letting Danielle go with the supposed ex-assassin, right now he had to save her.


A/N: IM SORRYYYYYY FOR THE EXTREMELY LATE CHAPTER. Ya girl got homework, job, and life along with procrastination. Once again, sorry. And thank you so much to the theamazingspoiderman who BETA'd this chap cause I rushed and there were many grammatical errors. Hope you enjoyed it and chapter song is Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE. :p see ya next time.

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Incorrect Quote of the Chapter:

Steve: Aliceeee, there is a dead human in our house.

Alice: Oh! Hey! How did he get here?

Steve: Aliceeeee, what did you do?

Alice: Me? I-I-I didn't do this.

Steve: Explain what happened, Alice.

Alice: I've never seen him before in my life.

Steve: Why did you kill this person, Alice?

Alice: I do not kill people. That is... that is my least favorite thing to do.