Cy chewed her knuckles thoughtfully; HYDRA had taken down SHIELD. From what she knew of SHIELD, that was beyond bad—that was practically a doomsday scenario. “My unique abilities, huh?” She screwed up her eyes in thought. Admittedly, her powers were unique. She could manipulate the laws of physics, which often worked to her advantage, but most people mistook it for telekinesis. She considered the situation, the admittedly bad circumstances. If the slightest thing went wrong, Cy would get crushed, along with SHIELD. 

She’d never felt heroic before. Dealing with idiots was easy, but HYDRA… HYDRA was in a completely different bracket. They were heavyweight champions to SHIELD’s apparent flyweight. Cy tucked her hair under her hat. “I’m in. What do we do?” The thrill of fear and excitement was twisted together until she couldn’t recognize one from the other. She was going to be a real super hero. 

Agent Wilson took a call on her phone. Cy tried to listen in; what she heard didn’t make very much sense at all. A god of mischief? The only one she could think of was the Norse trickster, Loki… was it some kind of codename? Was there someone trapped in HYDRA headquarters? “Who is that? Wilson?” Then Wilson put the phone away and asked if she was scared. Cy raised her eyebrows. “Yes. No. Sort of. Who’s the god of mischief?”