[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/7vSoBKt.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]The Triskelion - Washington D.C.: May 17th, 2021 - 2:30 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 in response to his thank you. She was a little bit rough around the edges, but she had a good head on her shoulders and a strong moral compass. It would only take one more push for her to disavow S.H.I.E.L.D. and go off to help Captain America with whatever his next move was. The more people who defected, the more would ultimately feel emboldened enough to do so themselves. Her belief in S.H.I.E.L.D. was what held Agent 13 back so far. It was hard to reconcile her emotions. 

	In the blink of an eye, Flynn had shot at her and the other agents in the room. Pain exploded in her kneecap, but she was a seasoned combat veteran, staying on her feet despite the massive source of agony. Dropping down to the ground would just be a death sentence. Asokho hit Flynn with a dart - a paralytic, if she had to guess - but not before he pressed an ominous red button. 

	She [i]hated[/i] red buttons. 

	She also hated traitors. Agent 13 kicked her good leg up into the air, bending down to use her hand to briefly support herself as she kicked him in the head. She broke his nose but unfortunately didn't knock him unconscious as intended. There was then a knock at the door. [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] the Roof - Quinjet 
[b][color=f6989d]Skills:[/color][/b] Blessing of Athena, Perception, Intuition[hr][/center]	[color=f6989d]"I jammed the doorknob,"[/color] Bonnie admitted to Cass, smiling a little bit like an imp. Unlike her boyfriend - or rather, ex-boyfriend most likely - she wasn't the sort to get up into people's face and scream about emotions. She liked to deal with things a bit more coldly and remotely, preferring to keep a door from being able to open over yelling at Flynn about how much she hated his hostile treatment of her earlier in the conference room. 

	Bonnie held up a finger suddenly, listening intently. At first, the sound had been muffled, barely able to make out. But it was quickly repeated in rapid succession, the blood draining from her face. [i]Gunfire[/i]. While it was possible to have been completely unrelated to their quest for information on Captain America, her gut told her otherwise. The sound had to have been coming from the top floor of the apartment complex. [color=f6989d]"Something's happening,"[/color] she quickly explained to Cass. The smile had faded from her face. [color=f6989d]"Gunfire,"[/color] Bonnie added. She pulled two of her knives, holding them each by the handle, as she sprinted off of the quinjet. She hurried down the staircase, finding an odd group of six standing outside the door to Agent 13's apartment - ([url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ee/be/f0/eebef02d87d9ecd76d400cdf3c647aac.gif]the Daughter,[/url][url=https://media0.giphy.com/media/U02x46IAaWjyE/giphy.gif]the Younger Son,[/url][url=https://i.gifer.com/BGca.gif]the Older Son,[/url][url=https://media.tenor.com/images/0995bd91cf9b8fad9b80d3bf10466353/tenor.gif]the Father,[/url][url=https://www.sitcomsonline.com/photopost/data/2357/jg2.jpg]the Uncle,[/url][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wizardsofwaverlyplace/images/e/e5/Megan.png/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/340?cb=20110627183644]the Aunt,[/url]). 

	Her eyes narrowed slightly, looking at them. There was something about the group that just rubbed her entirely the wrong way. It was like looking at the TV cast of a family, where the actors just needed to vaguely resemble one another. [color=f6989d]"You should leave - it's not safe here,"[/color] she warned them, hoping she was just being paranoid. 

	The Aunt smiled at Bonnie and within a flash, she was right in front of the agent. The Aunt pressed her hand to Bonnie's forehead and Bonnie's eyes widened, unable to form a coherent thought. She couldn't remember who she was or where she was or what she was doing. She had no knowledge of anything, an immense terror creeping into her heart. Even language faded away from her. 

	The Uncle cracked his knuckles and summoned a small controlled tornado, blowing the door off of its hinges. "Spare a cup of sugar?" he asked, looking in at Flynn, Agent 13, Asokho, and Matt. [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 Levittown - [b]2:50 PM[/b]
[b][color=FFB795]Skills:[/color][/b] Aerokinesis [hr][/center]	[color=FFB795]"Oh, right on!"[/color] Amelia enthused. They were traveling rather quickly, flying faster than most commercial airplanes were able to. They would end up in New York City in another twenty or so minutes at this pace. The wind was coming at them from behind, helping to speed them along - and it didn't hurt that Amelia was doing her part to manipulate the air around her glider, which only helped Maria and Sparky fly faster as well. [color=FFB795]"But there's nothing left you want to achieve? No other dreams?"[/color] she asked, surprised. She couldn't imagine a life without further goals. Her achievements were just stepping stones to get to the next set of them. They'd never be done. 

	Sparky's life was positively [i]wild[/i]. It made so much sense that she was from Florida. Amelia may have been from Australia, but even she knew that everything weird in the United States originated from there. The only good thing about it was Disney World - although she heard that Miami was pretty fun as well. [color=FFB795]"The Quantum Realm? What the fuck is that? And really, crikey, you must have met Thor then! Are his abs as real as they look on the news?"[/color]