A/N: Last chapter of the week. Hopefully this ties you guys over :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel, Disney, ABC or the Avengers. Just Sera.


Within the next two days I had regained my appetite, and spent nearly the whole time with the twins. Steve and Bucky were hesitant to hold me, which I was thankful for, as I wasn't quite up to intimacy. I knew they were still hurt, and I gave them space, but they also missed me.

"Well, would you look at that!" I exclaimed, seeing a familiar face strolling up to the front door of the base. He was immediately surrounded with armed agents, and politely put his hands up in surrender.

"Brock, you are only supposed to call," I chuckled, when I called them off. He smiled, "Well you haven't been answering my calls Princess. Came to meet my nephew and niece."

"I told you not to call me that," I joked, punching his arm.

"Ouch, what did they do to you?" I laughed at the weakness in my hand.

"Whitehall thought it would be fun to experiment on me after the Triskellion fell. Had to make it seem like I was loyal still. Helped with the burns, but ultimately gave me a version of the serum." He shrugged.

"I'm sorry. I would have never asked you to do that if I had known." I said, horrified that I had made him stay with Hydra.

"Hey, it made me stronger. Now I can rip their heads off," He joked, as we walked up to the command center.

"Steve, Bucky, I would like to formally introduce you to my cousin, Nikolai Kalashnikov."

"Nikolai?" They said, shocked looks crossing their faces.

"Long story short, her mother and my mother were sisters. Changed the name to not draw SHIELD suspicion, and now I keep it because it separates me from that moron."

"Okay, so what on earth do you two have planned?" Skye said, eyeing Brock/Nikolai's muscles. Trip saw this and puffed out his chest slightly, as did all the other men. Chuckling, I typed onto the keyboard and motioned to the screen.

"This is Three Mile Island. Colonel William Stryker ran a mutant prison there in 1980-81, after the nuclear plant was shut down. Logan/Wolverine took it down after battling their created mutant. I won't get into that disaster." I sighed.

"The prison was designed to keep highly volatile and dangerous mutants inside for experimentation. Since we redesigned it, the original escape route has been closed off." Brock said, pointing to the satellite image.

"We are luring these idiots in, because they think that they are safe, and that they have a way to bring back this Inhuman that supposedly is to rule the earth. First things first, we need to take Gideon Malick out of the equation. With him in play, I doubt Hydra will follow Brock knowing there is a higher head."

"We can't be doing this without the US government's help. So we need to have Mitchell Carson prosecuted before we can show we have proof of his involvement in Hydra."

"If he is involved in the ATCU that the President has started up, Rosalind Price will have information on him." Phil said, making me smile.

"Didn't fall for her charm?" I teased.

"No, I've actually been thinking about calling Audrey," He said quietly.

"FINALLY!" Daisy and I yelled, making everyone laugh.

"Anyways," Brock said, smirking, "Once we have both heads in custody, we can mobilize. Hydra is fractured and weak. This will be the last stand."

"There are five pieces that were missing from the original Monolith, so we have 5 vaults to find. They were supposed to be kept, one with each Hydra head, but Ward took care of that problem for us. They went back into the von Strucker vaults. There are 8 vaults, and we have their locations."

"We have not only the X-Men but reformed Brotherhood of Mutants members. They aren't too keen on another villain trying to take over the world."

"Well, we have about 5 Inhumans ready to help." Daisy said, throwing their specs up onto the screen.

"Cloning, metal manipulation, current manipulation, vibration manipulation, pyrokinesis and levitation. Cause this is gonna get the job done," Brock teased Daisy.

"If we're counting, only four people in this room have powers. And three were by serums," She taunted.

"The rest are deadly assassins that wont hesitate to kill you if you anger them. Daisy, stand down." Phil said, making me giggle under my breath.

"He's a bit of a blockhead," I heard her whisper to Trip, and Brock's head snap towards her in anger.

"Brock," I said, pushing back on his chest when he went to step towards her.

"Hún er ómannlegri og yngri umboðsmanni . Hún veit ekki betur." I growled at him.

"Hún ætti að virða öldunga hennar , og þá sem eru með meiri reynslu." He snarled at me.

"Wewe ni wakubwa ? Kutenda kama hilo!" I said, pushing him back again.

"Don't switch languages partway through," He chuckled, "You've got the bigger brain Princess."

"What just happened?" My Dad asked.

"I don't know. I only caught three words out of that whole conversation." Fury said, smirking.

"Anyways, we have Inhumans, superheroes, the government, mutants, and a very good friend of mine from the CIA putting in a good word for their cooperation."

"Friend?" Steve asked, and I grimaced, remembering I forgot to mention that.

"It's Sharon… Carter. And she has enlisted a few of Peggy Carter's higher up friends, military contacts and such. It should be an interesting fight."

"Hydra, what are their weapons?" Steve asked, leaning his hand on the middle table.

"That's where I come in," Brock smirked, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

"So far we only have the normal guns. Semi-automatic, machine guns, AK-47's, ADS amphibious assault rifles, and the latest in stolen Hammer tech. I'm supposed to be bringing in something a little more high tech in the next few weeks."

"Which is why Fitz, Jemma and I designed these," I said, bringing a gun to rest on top of the table.

"Think, Night Night/ICER guns, but much larger. They disperse a beam of light, that when it comes into contact with anything human, knocks them unconscious. We make Hydra believe they've killed people with them though."

"While Hydra does not have the antigen in their systems to fight it, we all will be immunized. We reversed the agent in the serum and will temorarily make you impervious to its effects." Jemma said smiling, as everyone looked confused.

"This beam of light is actually highly synthesized Tetrodetoxin B, of Dr. Banner's creation, that absorbs into the skin upon contact. It slows the heartbeat to one beat a minute, giving the appearance of death." I said, explaining it in plain terms for the less science inclined.

"That's my daughter!" Dad said, asking for a high five, and I gave one without even looking at him.

"We've also come up with something for if that fails to put them down. I got the idea from someone from my Dad's past. Obadiah Stane used this on my father back in 2008, right before he told the world," I said flicking his head, ignoring his pain, "That he was Iron Man."

"Oh that's gonna suck." Dad said, relieving the memory.

"Best part is, once you have this in one of your ears, it can't effect you."

"I tested it on myself yesterday and it sucked. Believe me, one ear bud works." I said, putting the tech down.

"Each ear bud repels the high admittance sound wave that causes short term paralysis. The sound has to travel through each ear and if blocked by one earbud, will redirect itself back out the way it came. But while it works with only one, we though it best to not chance it if these fall out."

"Your newly designed comm systems act as these ear buds. They don't cancel noise, so you can hear if someone's sneaking up on you, but they repel this," I said, showing them the 'stick of power'.

"That looks like…" Fury said, before I finished, "Loki's Glowstick of Destiny, I know."

"We are going to make Hydra think they found it again. None of them know that it was lost during the battle with Ultron in Seoul. The minute energy is touched, it will release a powerful sound wave than will knock the biggest guy onto his ass. So, make sure you do not lose these. Or I will be kicking your ass," I said, putting the fake scepter back in its case.

"Yes Ma'am," The SHIELD agents nodded.

"Wow, even I can't get them to do that." Phil said, surprised.

"No offense Director, but she has a bit more commanding presence," Mack teased.

"Damn straight. Now," I locked the case, "We've got work to do."


Translations:

Hún er ómannlegri og yngri umboðsmanni. Hún veit ekki betur. - Icelandic-

She is Inhuman, and a young agent. She doesn't know any better.

Hún ætti að virða öldunga hennar, og þá sem eru með meiri reynslu. -Icelandic-

She should respect her elders and those with more experience.

Wewe ni wakubwa? Kutenda kama hilo! - Swahili-

You're older? Act like it!

A/N: And that is all for this week :) Love you all!