Misty Knight was having quite the day, and if there was one thing she didn't need, it was more otherworldly, mystical bullshit making her job harder. Wasn't a superpowered fight on Lennox enough? Misty rubbed her temples as she gazed down at the two women who stood in front of her. One stood tall, an axe at her side and braids flowing down to her shoulders. The other, looked like she had gotten lost on her way to a James Bond fan club.
Detective Knight had taken them back to her office, the place still looked as ratty as she had left if, but she couldn't go down to the station. There was no telling how many people there were under Mariah's influence. Regardless of Mariah's position in politics, she was still deadlier than even the Police department was aware of. No, whatever shit was going down, Misty had to deal with it. Even if that meant going it alone.
"So," Misty began as she paced around her office, "you're from the future?" she asked, "And you're name is-"
"Nyota Uhura," Uhura said as she raised her chin. Her hands were currently cuffed in front of her, and her phaser (the thing Detective Knight called a "cheap lookin' comic con toy) was confiscated. "It is imperative that-"
Misty raised her hands, "I don't need to get into the specifics right now." She then turned to Uhura's companion, "And you-"
"Are an errant from Asgard. Valkyrie, leader of the greatest warriors Asgard has ever known, and protector of the gates of Vallhala."
Asgard, Misty thought, right. "I didn't know they had sistas up in Asgard." She pulled out her swivel chair from her desk, and sat down. A cold mug of coffee sat lonesome in the lamplight. This all sounded way above her pay grade. "Let's say I believe you," Misty said, "If you're really from the future, and not some overdressed cocktail waitress like I think you are, then what exactly are you doing here?"
Uhura steadied herself, the chains of her handcuffs clinked as her palms shook. She had to keep herself under control. If she didn't get out of this mess soon, there was no telling what havoc Bigsby would wreak on the timeline. For all she knew, the damage was already irreversible. "I was taken her by Bigsby, a time terrorist who does most of his work through genetics, and other illegal experimentations. When my crew and I found him in the outskirts of an asteroid, he tried to escape in the time stream. I followed him, and now I'm here."
Misty sighed, "All of that sounds like bullshit."
"Hold on," Ororo said, appearing from behind the shadowed corners. Had she been standing there this whole time? "What what this you spoke of? About genetics?" She flipped her long hair back, and stepped closer, she was graceful as a summer breeze.
Misty popped her tongue. "You're still here?" she asked.
Ororo nodded, "I have no intention of going anywhere until Kayla is found." Misty Knight may have forgotten about this girl, but Ororo had not. It was hard enough out in the world for Mutants without someone snatching them up hoping to study their genes.
"Oh, is that so Miss Shady?" Misty asked, "For all I know, you could be connected to all of this shit too. Why the fuck shouldn't I have yo' ass locked up with those two?" Misty asked as she pointed towards Uhura and Valkyrie.
"Because you know, just as I do, that locking me up won't get you any closer to finding Kayla."
"Yeah?" Misty said, "Well neither will keepin' your shady ass around either."
"You didn't even know the girl was missing until I showed up," Ororo countered.
"Which makes your inclusion in this investigation even more suspicious." Misty sauntered through her office, her lonely mug of coffee shaking with each step she took. "You expect me to believe that you just happened to be aware of this girl's disappearance before anyone else, and you just happen to come her with info about her. Why not her parents? Or her close friends? No, it's you, some random girl who has no prior connection to the missing girl in question." Misty faced Ororo and scowled, "In the police business, we call that shady as fuck.
"Is there are reason you're so suspicious of me, Detective Knight?" Ororo asked, a faint roll of thunder in her voice and a slight gust in the air, it was almost as if the world was bending to her temperament.
"Yeah, you haven't given me any reason not to be."
There was a storm brewing.
"Alright enough," Claire said as she injected herself between the two women. "Here's an idea, how about we not kill each other before we find the girl. Does that sound like a good plan?" She turned to Ororo, "Look. Misty's doing everything she can to find your missing girl, alright? Just give her time." And then, on instinct, she turned to Misty, "And you, detective, can't be so quick to dismiss other people's observations. I know you act like you're super cop, but that shit was what got you in trouble in the first place. Or do I really have to bring up Mariah Dillard?"
That stung. And Misty winced as if she had been stabbed in the shoulder. But, even though Claire's words hurt, they were still true.
"Misty," Claire said, "Why don't you go pour Miss Ororo some coffee, and I'll watch after our guests."
"Claire," Misty said, "You're not trained to handle this kind of shit."
"Misty, I've dealt with ninjas, super strong women, bulletproof boyfriends, a blind guy who kicks more ass than Steve Rogers, and a rich dude who can make his fist glow. I think I'm pretty qualified to handle a woman who fell from the sky, and another one who's from the future. Don't ya think?"
"Don't tell me you're buying her, 'From the future' story too."
"Honestly," Claire said, "It's the most believable thing I've heard all year."