[h2]Gotham - Nikita’s Apartment[/h2]

The next morning, Daisy was noticeably absent from Nikita’s apartment. Frowning, the teen switched on the radio to hear a report of a “Weather Wizard” terrorizing the globe with weather machines making the weather unbearable. Nikita had poured herself a bowl of cereal as she listened, eating slowly as the reporter mentioned that S.H.I.E.L.D was attempting to resolve the issue. [color=a187be]‘That’s where she is,’[/color] Nikita realized. Daisy wouldn’t actually be getting time off, it seemed. However, this meant that Nikita was unsupervised for the time being. A terrible mistake on the organization’s part, of course, but one she intended to take advantage of. Nikita was quickly sporting a mischievous grin and her agency-issued uniform. She took a few minutes to focus on what she’d been wearing previously, all black street clothes with far too many zippers and chains. When she checked her reflection, she appeared to be wearing them once more. [color=a187be]‘Perfect.’[/color]

She launched into the hall and down the stairs of her walk up before emerging onto the sidewalk directly outside. She made eye contact with no one, maintaining focus on her appearance. She drew little attention despite her unconventional style of dress thanks to the miserable weather and several others hurrying to safety. The air was hot and humid but sleet poured down relentlessly. There was an older homeless man who sat under a tarp, sweating and shivering, unable to regulate his body temperature in the present conditions. 

Nikita pressed on. Instead of heading towards more stable or favorable weather, she forced herself into worse. High winds and lightning began a few blocks up. Snow coated the ground. Her boots began crunching through the fresh white blanket that covered the streets. [color=a187be]‘What kind of shit villain-‘[/color] she thought bitterly, the idea cut short as she grew more aware of her surroundings. She realized a man who had caught her attention when she had first exited her apartment was still following behind her. She ducked into an alley as she realized the loss in concentration would drop the illusion of her appearance. 

The man waited at the edge of the alley as he continued his phone conversation in hushed tones. Nikita pulled up the hood of her suit, waiting to be told she would have to return to her apartment or another lecture from the Director. After yesterday, maybe she was in for worse.

[color=82ca9d]“Kos. Are you coming? Burning daylight, kid,”[/color] he called to her. [color=82ca9d]“I’ll get her back, Johnson, give me a few,”[/color] he sighed, lowering his voice. Nikita met him without too much reluctance. [color=82ca9d]“Look alive, kid, it’s not a goddamn funeral,”[/color] he told the teen, unamused. 

[h2]S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters - Gotham [/h2]

Daisy took a second look at Nikita as she approached. [color=fff79a]“Why are you wearing that?”[/color] she asked, clearly confused.

[color=a187be]“I wanted to help.”[/color]

Not that again. Daisy sighed and looked to Anderson for support but found none. This was not something Nikita could handle by herself. Her skill set might make her a valuable addition to neutralizing the weather devices but she wouldn’t be able to do so alone. [color=fff79a]“How’s flying coming?”[/color]

[color=a187be]“I don’t fly.”[/color]

[color=fff79a]“Right. How do you plan to pull one of these from the sky by yourself, then?”[/color]

Nikita hadn’t had time to properly formulate an answer when the pair was approached by Phil Coulson. [color=0076a3]“I see she’s suited up and ready to go,”[/color] he remarked. [color=0076a3]“Here’s your chance to play the big leagues,”[/color] he told Nikita. [color=0076a3]“Stay with her, clear the civilians out of the streets. We’re still working on locating Mardon but the New Superman just landed. If you find Mardon, call immediately,”[/color] he instructed Daisy. He was obviously in a hurry, speaking in short, choppy phrases and hurrying in the opposite direction as soon as he finished. 

[color=fff79a]“Get all that?”[/color]

[color=a187be]“Da...”[/color]