The footage is from the hidden camera in Sadie Sinclair's office in San Francisco. Planted to keep an eye on the X-Men. Considering the fact I know Scott Summers has sixteen bugs in my office, I feel it's justified. This is from just before Kuurth attacked.

"I bet Steve Rogers doesn't bring his mayor coffee in the morning."

"That's because Steve has got it into his head that caffeine is bad for you. Scott, minor problem…"

Sinclair swears.

"Who's this!?"

Etana turns and holds out a hand.

"Etana. The Shadow. Mutant, X-Man, the only person on Earth stupid enough to marry Steve Rogers."

"Marry!?"

"Yeah. Long story. But yeah, he's got it into his head that we're all drinking too much caffeine. He learnt the hard way what happens when you try to stop me drinking coffee. Three weeks on the couch."

She laughs then turns to Scott.

"I'm here to officially request leave to do some digging. I can swear I've seen those symbols before. Normally before Odin shoves me out the room, but I have seen them. And Tora's offered to come with me."

"Why do you both need to go?"

She fixes her gaze on Cyclops.

"Scott, if you trust me, and if you value your continued trust in me, do not ask that question of me again. Tora needs to plead my case."

"What case?"

"I need permission to interfere in a more…powerful capacity."

"Etana…?"

"Pray you don't have to find out what that capacity is, Scott, else we're all two seconds off dying."

"Etana…"

"Trust me. What I can do with permission will make what these attackers can do look like… I don't know, what Stilt-Man can do compared to Sentry."

"Etana, you can do something like that?"

"Yes, but… Scott, it's incredibly dangerous and is playing with things we shouldn't. I'm liable to end up in all sorts of cosmic trouble. Like, dragged kicking and screaming in front of the Tribunal trouble. I need Tora because… Well, I think she's been called up for interference some thirty or forty times."

"Will someone explain what on earth is going on!"

Etana turns to Sinclair.

"It's not of Earth. I'm going off to make a deal with one of the Five –The Big Five, you know…? Obviously not. The Five. Death, Eternity, Infinity, Oblivion and Galactus. Cosmic beings. I'm off to try and plead my case for power to protect San Francisco. All this points at being Asgardian in origin. A Big Five pact will beat that."

Cyclops frowns.

"Tan, what's to say they won't laugh in your face?"

And Etana tilts her head back.

"I am Death's Left Hand. She owes me."

"She?!"

"Death's a girl, Ms Sinclair. Well…likes to take female form. And… well, hanging around for three thousand years normally means you get to know some pretty important beings."

She looks at Scott.

"I need to go. I need Tora with me as well. She's going to see if she can persuade the Tribunal to allow her to reclaim the Nemesis Gems."

"What?"

"Look, I've already said too much. Can I?"

"If you think you can stop whatever this thing is, then go."

Etana nods, bows to Sinclair and smirks.

"See you soon, Ms Sinclair. Etana Rogers at your service."

And she vanishes.

"You really should stop spying on me."

I whip around. Etana is leaning on the door, a wry smile on her face.

"Tan!"

"Also, I've told you about bringing work home."

"Etana, you leave weaponry on the table!"

She shrugs. I sigh.

"Anyway, I know Scott knows about them. He has sixteen bugs in my office."

"Twenty-eight."

"What?"

"Twenty-eight. Bugs."

"Etana, how do you…?"

"I planted them for him."

"TAN!"

"What? I planted the thirty-eight you gave me in all the important parts of Utopia. And I didn't tell Scott. Although I have now, because I bugged this room as well."

I stare at her.

"Etana… Are you sincerely telling me you bugged our home?"

She shrugs.

"What? I bugged Scott's rooms for you. Sorry, Scott. Yes, I know you're listening to this because you don't trust anyone. Good strategy, Slim. Now you might want to fast forward an hour or two. We're about to have one of our very almost-violent arguments and then make-up in a way one never wants to think of Captain America doing."

"TAN!"

She smirks at me.

"What?"

"Do you know how irritating that is!?"

"Shall we mentally scar Scott for life?"

"TANA!"