[h2]Streets of Gotham - Midtown[/h2]

In the flooding streets of Gotham, Nikita’s hair was now plastered to her skin. The cold didn’t seem to bother her like it did Daisy. Daisy trembled as they corralled pedestrians into nearby businesses. Nikita pulled the shadows behind her into solid and opaque tendrils. As she focused, she manipulated the appendages to lift debris from hurricane winds to clear the way for citizens of Gotham to proceed to milder weather and shelter.

[color=fff79a]“Nikita!”[/color] The call from Daisy was sharp. It ripped Nikita’s attention from the task at hand and caused her to drop the arms back to flat shadows. Nikita crossed the abandoned street, meeting with her mentor at the crosswalk of a connecting road. [color=fff79a]“There’s tornadoes touching down around Midtown, we need to move!”[/color] Daisy yelled over deafening thunder. 

Nikita grew rigid and shook her head in fierce protest. [color=a187be]“We [i]must[/i] help,”[/color] she disagreed.

[color=fff79a]“You’re still just a kid, I’m not letting you go in there!”[/color] Daisy snapped. She was adamant as she knew there were already agents en route. Nikita had always listened well to Daisy but today she didn’t hesitate to take off in the opposite direction. Daisy cursed under her breath but knew she was faster than the teen. She caught up to Nikita in no time, managing to block the teen’s attempt at a counter attack. The shadowy tendril rebounded from the protective shield before dissipating into the rain. Before Daisy could drag her away though, a funnel cloud touched down only a few blocks up from the duo. The cries of onlookers could be heard as buildings were being shredded. 

Anderson spotted them. [color=82ca9d]“What are you doing here?! You need to leave!”[/color] he shouted, obviously frustrated. He’d been with the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were just now arriving at the scene.

Nikita pointed towards the stadium. The Knights played the Colonials today, Anderson realized. Many had already begun trying to pour out of the stadium but progress was slow with many obstacles and taped off exits. Daisy relinquished her grip on the teen who tore away from her towards the entrance. Nikita cleared obstructions without hesitation, barked orders at staff to evacuate the sports center. Daisy followed suit, tackling a separate area and even ducking inside. Anderson felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t let anything happen to either of them, Coulson had made that very clear. 

[color=82ca9d]“Clear the stadium, haul out Johnson! I’m going after the kid!”[/color] he hollered. A gloved thumb shot up into the air, showing that Jason had been heard and understood. 

[color=82ca9d]“Kid! KID!! We’re getting you out of here!”[/color] he called after the black-clad girl. 

[color=a187be]“Not yet! Not until they’re safe!”[/color] Nikita disagreed. She was called ‘Terror’, he knew, but she didn’t seem fearful. 

The lights were beginning to fail in the stadium. Nikita paused. Black masses began lifting in the shadows. Before Anderson could process what was happening, the black shapes lifted, pulled, and pushed stragglers to exits. Jason realized it must’ve been the girl doing this. He’d not been briefed on her abilities but it made sense why S.H.I.E.L.D. kept her under strict supervision.

He took her distraction as an opportunity to make up the distance between them and started forcing her towards the exits. [color=82ca9d]“Not up for discussion! [i]Move![/i]”[/color] Anderson ordered. He was much stronger than she was and though she balked and tried to writhe away, he practically carried her to an exit. Shoving her into the desolate street, Daisy erupted from another entrance. She was beside the pair in an instant and shoving Nikita into an armored vehicle, Anderson piling in after. 

As the vehicle retreated, Nikita asked furiously, [color=a187be]“Why don’t you help them?!”[/color] The young woman pointed towards the sky, jaw clenched. 

Daisy shook her head.

[color=82ca9d]“Everybody has a job, Kos-”[/color] Anderson tried to reason, but the Russian wasn’t listening.

[color=a187be]“I want to talk to Coulson!”[/color]