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Wilson was speaking into his ear piece as he was moving people away from the building. He turned back around to face the building as an agent came up to him, he was strapping his shield to its clip on his back. "Charges are set Sir, ready on your mark." He handed him the detonator and Wilson just held it in his hand as the hispanic looking girl came over to him. He put his free hand on her shoulder. "You went out with the best intentions, to save lives-" He then moved his hand and tapped one of his fingers on his head. "-Though you have to remember to use that. Or theres no point in you doing anything. You had good intent, and people got hurt. Think first, action second. If you don't think first theres no point in doing anything. I don't mean sit back and don't do anything, but try to think about more than the next punch."

He looked up towards the building, where he could barely see the hammer weilding woman. Tapping his compiece his voice was relayed htrough his quinjet that was still hanging around the area, he was surprised Fury had let him use the Quinjets in public however there were no markings identifying them with S.H.I.E.L.D. Just another faceless government agency. "I'd get out of there, I need to set off the charges or we're gonna lose the building." With that he hit the detonator, the bottom of the building shook slightly, as the charges collapsed the inner structure. His quinjet came in to land in the middle of the street, the back facing him and the girl he was with. Several S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounded the two of them, however their guns weren't raised. However anyone with a lick of sense would notice that the weilders wer ready at the slightest sign of aggression.

Wilson tipped his head to them, then shrugged. "What can I say? It's protcol. Now I know you were meaning good, however I'm going to have to take you in." He put his hand on her shoulder again. "We're the good guys, we can help you figure all this out--" he removed his hand. "-If you help us, we can help you. Then you can be on your way." Which was entirely dependent on her answers to the questions and whatever requirements Fury gave her for her freedom. He signalled to the Quinjet. "You run along, I'll wait for your hammer friend."

He turned around to look at her, waiting for her to catch up. She was the one he was slightly more interested in. She had records, though falsified, what truly made her interesting was that before this there was no word of her existence. No brith certificates, missing persons reports, school reports, credit cards. Nothing, it was as if she had just appeared on the planet one day. She may have went un-noticed until the IRS started investigating her, and then later her friend had started publishing extra-ordinary papers that had drawn skepticism towards him. She was something else.

He offered his hand to her. "Captain Wilson, at your service-" She [i]had[/i] (Per the records he had seen) been here long enough to be at his 'unveiling' though whether or not she had seen it and knew who he wasn't a certainty. "-I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you some questions regarding to what happened here today Ma'am."