[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 - 2:20 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 stared at Matt for a moment. She was sick of men questioning her credibility or her effectiveness to do her job. Yet instead of telling him everything in an effort to get validation, she just smiled. She didn't have anything to prove to him. "I guess I don't have anything that can help you then." She had told them how to find Rogers, she wasn't about to do their job for them, especially when she didn't know if S.H.I.E.L.D. going after Captain America was the right call. 

	Her eyes narrowed at Flynn and Agent 13 shifted her weight slightly, her muscles tensed and ready for a fight. She didn't disagree with him, but he was a hostile white man screaming about morals in her apartment who used to work for a fascist, racist organization. 

	"I can speak for myself, thanks," Agent 13 snapped at Asokho. She didn't appreciate him mansplaining her emotions. "I also can hear everything you're saying, I'm not a piece of furniture. Steve isn't going to stop. You won't be able to convince him this is right - you either need to accept that or deal with the fact that Captain America's mighty shield can give you a wicked concussion and several broken ribs if you aren't careful. And that's on one of his off days."[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 -> the Roof - Quinjet 
[b][color=f6989d]Skills:[/color][/b] Blessing of Athena, Perception, Intuition [hr][/center]	Bonnie frowned slightly as Niah left the room. There was definitely something going on there, but she couldn't be sure what it was. Her thoughts were a little bit clouded still, but it was coming in intermittent blasts - like a pair of old headphones cutting the music in and out at random times. She had to focus on the task at hand though, not the oddities in Niah's behavior or the cruelness of Flynn's earlier outburst. [color=f6989d]"We should take the quinjet in stealth mode, wouldn't want the Avengers and the Fantastic Four freaking out - or god forbid, the Daily Bugle getting more 'evidence' of UFO's."[/color] She missed having Doctor Strange around to sling them around the world via magic, but c'est la vie. 

	Bonnie left the apartment, glancing at the closed door across the hall. Flynn must have been on the other side talking to Agent 13. Her eyes darted over towards the door for the staircase access. [color=f6989d]"I'll catch up in a sec,"[/color] she told Cass. Bonnie pulled the scalpel from her medical kit and quietly walked over to Agent 13's door. The rational part of her was fuming, but her inner Slytherin was feeling vindictive and petty. She carefully inserted the scalpel into the lock - and then used all of her upper body strength to forcibly bend it, jamming the scalpel into place and preventing the doorknob from turning. 

	She smirked a bit, before turning around, her blonde hair bouncing slightly, as she rushed to catch up with the others. She got onboard the quinjet and took the co-pilot's seat so that way she could be next to Cass during the trip. Bonnie was biting back a smile, trying her best not to giggle at the thought of Flynn being trapped inside of the apartment, unable to leave. His outburst earlier still hurt, but this was a nice reprieve. 

	Oliver's phone would buzz, with a familiar voice on the other end of the line: [color=f7941d][i]"So, mind telling me why exactly you are poking into Cap's stuff? Or are you going to try and pretend that it was an accident or something? Oh, when you leave don't forget to say hi to the camera in the hallway."[/i][/color][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 Skies Over Philadelphia - [b]2:40 PM[/b]
[b][color=FFB795]Skills:[/color][/b] Aerokinesis, Perception [hr][/center]	About thirty minutes into the flight Maria flew in the air with Amelia and Sparky, feeling the air moving through her hair and then she started to lag behind Amelia and Sparky by a couple of feet. She stared at Amelia a little bit longer than she should have, then she could've sworn she saw a goose that was flying way to close to Amelia, and sent a bolt of lightning at it but it looked like it was more aimed at Amelia who easily dodged it. [color=lightgreen]"Sorry, there was a bird that was coming a little bit too close to you."[/color]

	[color=FFB795]"Crikey, thanks!"[/color] Amelia exclaimed. She had her hands gripping her glider, with her feet tuck into the foot holds on the back. It was way easier to maintain the air currents she was using to fly like this than she could have done without the glider to assist. She dipped down slightly and then pulled up rapidly, going a loop-de-loop. She frowned slightly, not spotting any birds nearby. It also was a bit concerning to her that Maria's first instinct was to electrify a bird instead of letting it be. 

	[color=FFB795]"Y'know actually, cunt, the sky belongs to everyone. I don't mind if a bird gets a bit close to me, just a new mate, eh?"[/color] Amelia shouted at Maria, trying to be heard over the noisy wind. They were above Philadelphia now, halfway to New York City. The metropolis was gleaming underneath them. The trio were about 10,000 feet up in the air - not high enough to run into airplanes, as those tended to be at 36,000 feet. [color=FFB795]"So I want to get to know both of you more! What did you want to be when you were little kids? I've always wanted to be a pilot. I had posters of Amelia Earhart on my ceiling."[/color]