[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6g8onsz41/6a8a04c0ca1b1adbb23631ae5dfd661b.png[/img]
[img]https://i.postimg.cc/4dQsmzHq/f831c0dc99a75377dfc6eb52b2202e06.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/aybtoH0.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 2:10 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][center][b][h3]FROM THE DESK OF DIRECTOR HILL[/h3]
 THE FOLLOWING IS EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY:

1. ALL SUPERHEROES MUST REGISTER WITH SHIELD AND REVEAL THEIR SECRET IDENTITY

2. SUPERHEROES MUST BE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD

3. SUPERHEROES MUST PASS SHIELD TRAINING - EXCEPTIONS INCLUDE TRAINING FROM THE X-MEN, FANTASTIC FOUR, AND AVENGERS

4. ALL SUPERHEROES ARE SUBJECTED TO THE SUPERVISION OF SHIELD

VIOLATION OF THESE WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE EXTRACTION TO THE RAFT. MINIMUM SENTENCING IS THREE YEARS HOUSE ARREST. JUVENILE OFFENDERS WILL BE TRIED AS ADULTS. REPEAT OFFENDERS HAVE A RECOMMENDED SENTENCE OF TEN YEARS IMPRISONMENT.

ALL VIGILANTE ACTIVITY KNOWN TO SHIELD PERSONNEL MUST BE REPORTED TO THEIR SUPERVISOR OR LEAD IMMEDIATELY. 

IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING!  [/b][/center][hr][b]Agent 13's Apartment...[/b]

	Agent 13 nodded at Matt's question. She grabbed her elbow, clearly indecisive about something. She was an undercover operative assigned to monitor Captain America - she shouldn't have been sloppy about telegraphing her feelings. It must have been an intentional choice. The easiest explanation would have been that she didn't consider them a threat. "He operates like the world didn't change a day since he went into the ice in 1945," she said. "Just run facial recognition software, hack into some security cameras, I'm sure you'll get a hit."

	She then frowned a bit, looking at Flynn. "What crawled up your ass and died?" Agent 13 shifted her weight, crossing her arms. "It's fine. It wouldn't be S.H.I.E.L.D. if the timing was perfect," she told Asokho.[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=f6989d]Bonnie Chase[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/8k67nDb4/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Steve Rogers' Apartment 
[b][color=f6989d]Skills:[/color][/b] Blessing of Athena, Perception, [hr][/center]	[color=f6989d]"Oh, no. I was a good Catholic girl, did ROTC and all that,"[/color] Bonnie said with a bit of a chuckle. [color=f6989d]"I guess... I've been noticing that everything has been a bit sharper lately, a little clearer. Picking a lock isn't that different from surgery I thought so... I just tried it."[/color]

	Bonnie smiled slightly at Niah's observation. The little moments of humor were helping with the tense atmosphere, as was the distance from Flynn, both emotionally and physically. She was trying her best to keep focused on the mission, but a little dialogue kept on running in the back of her head. If he apologized for shouting at her, then that would be one thing. But if he didn't... well, she deserved better than that and she didn't need a boyfriend to feel whole. [color=f6989d]"Must be a World War II thing, avoiding doors at all costs,"[/color] Bonnie suggested. 

	A lot of things were sticking out to her in the apartment. The bedroom was extremely tidy and well kept, the sheets done to military regulation. There was a radio by the bed where some of the labels had been rubbed off, indicating that Rogers was a sucker for using it. Pictures on the walls were mostly black and white, looking like they had been pulled from archives. One of them was of the famous Peggy Carter, founder of S.H.I.E.L.D. The only photographs in color featured the Avengers - a particularly cute one showed Captain America on a farm with Hawkeye and his kids. 

	[color=f6989d]"I'm fine,"[/color] Bonnie said to Cass softly, but her smile faded on the last word and her voice cracked slightly. [color=f6989d]"I just... I guess he wasn't who I thought he was."[/color] She fell silent for a moment, blinking her eyes rapidly before refocusing on the task at hand. [color=f6989d]"Do you have any idea why he went to Queens?"[/color] Bonnie asked Niah. She opened up the closet door and saw that there had been something recently removed as Niah indicated. 

	Something else in the closet caught her attention though - up on the top shelf was a box of tampons. She blushed slightly, not wanting to intrude on Captain America's personal life. Bonnie left those alone, turning around as Oliver gave them what he had managed to find. It wasn't surprising to hear that Steve Rogers had almost no internet security beyond his inability to charge electronics. [hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=FFB795]Amelia Baptiste[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/e9ADpSo.png?1[/img][hr][hr][b][color=FFB795]Location:[/color][/b] the Triskelion - Hangar -> Mechanical Engineering Lab
[b][color=FFB795]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	[color=FFB795]"Is your flying sister named Katara?"[/color] Amelia joked. She had watched a lot of Avatar the Last Airbender once she got her powers in order to get ideas. There weren't really a lot of resources on how to manipulate the air and most of the ones out there were just rather limited in scope. Honestly, more people with powers should have just gotten into comics and shows in order to find ways to fight better. S.H.I.E.L.D. trainers were painfully unoriginal, thinking that just [i]air blasts[/i] were sufficient. [color=FFB795]"And crikey, that's so cool! Is there a limit to how many powers you can get at once? Like you could absorb every Avenger's stuff and just take 'em all on?"[/color]	

	Her eyes widened as Sparky dropped like a rag doll. Before she could really react or anything else though, Sparky was awake again and moving - it must have just been a momentary lapse of consciousness. [color=FFB795]"You're such a badass cunt. I love it! Fainting, and now you're up and thinking of ways to help me fly? You're so lit!"[/color] Amelia gushed. [color=FFB795]"I think the three of us are really bonding. We're best friends for [i]life[/i] now. I better get an invite to your wedding,"[/color] she finished, nodding at Sparky. She had seen the engagement ring on Sparky's left hand. 

	She followed Sparky along, ending up in the mechanical engineering lab. Out of pure instinct, Amelia prodded a balance slightly, watching the numbers shift slightly. She wandered around the room, just touching things, picking them up, finding something else more interesting, messing with that, and so on. She ended up dropping a fragile piece of glass and it shattered, but Amelia didn't care. She was completely in awe with the [i]gorgeous[/i] glider Sparky had made. [color=FFB795]"I love it!!!"[/color] she shouted, moving on over and wrapping Sparky up into a hug. She spun the engineer around in a circle a few times.