It had all come down so quickly.  Just as they were about to roll out a new fleet of Helicarriers, HYDRA had revealed themselves.  They'd been nestling agents inside of SHIELD for years, through all kinds of ranks, sites, and positions.  The low end estimate had been something in the neighborhood of fifteen percent of the organization.  The higher end estimate had been closer to a third or higher.

Those agents who had remained loyal to the organization, Nick Fury, and their country had prevailed in the end, but the damage around the globe had been catastrophic, to say nothing of the damage to their reputation.  Hearings were called, accusations leveled.  Nick Fury had simply... disappeared.  SHIELD had been disbanded, the agents there of mostly found themselves without jobs.  A few, vouchsafed 100 % had remained in service, but most had been debriefed and released into the world.

Simon Fitz was one of those.  Like so many of the rest, no other security organization would touch him.  They all feared HYDRA corruption that they had somehow missed.

He had found well-paying work in the private sector.  His skills with robotics and computers were more than good enough for that.  But designing security for smartphones?  Building the better browser for people to surf the web while on the toilet?  Hardly compared to protecting global freedom.

The others probably had it just as bad...
The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.

There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.

He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
The decrepit-looking hotel near a waterfall in Colombia was a case of the facade not quite matching the interior. Early 20th century grandeur fought against years of disuse and nature's reclamation. While the first floor retained some of it's moldy and waterlogged appearance, it was a deception to keep the local guerillas uninterested in the goings on inside the building. With late night experiments leading to flashing lights in some of the windows, the locals, gun-toting or not, spoke about the old hotel as a haunted location.

The head of that nest was counting on interlopers of the goody-two-shoe variety. Though the planned team wasn't the ones in blue and white. Either way, Huntress 19 had called in assistance from extra nests.
Nika knew she should have waited for her sister to return. Lisa should be the one to handle this mission, but she was still out with a smaller team. She was en route, but Nika didn't think it would be fast enough. Once mercenaries like the Wild Pack got a lead on HYDRA, they tended to disappear into the grass. And one of the images in the file she received made the Symkarian determined to not let them disappear on her.

She called in all her people still in base. She put out a notification for Hana to come in. She wanted as much fire power as she could muster quickly. Then she went down into the armory to find her more powerful guns. They were locked away and only she and Lisa had access. She pulled out the cases and headed toward one of mother's old Swans she had given to them.

Nika hoped the team assembled quickly. She wanted this nest of HYDRA before they went to ground.
The last time that Felicity and Nika had gone on a date, Felicity had surprised her by taking her out dancing. It had been something fun and sexy and exhilarating, a far cry from their first date, which had been coffee. For the third date, she'd decided to throw Nika for another loop. This time, it was ballet at the Joyce in Chelsea. A troupe from Castile D'or was visiting, and they were putting on a production of Sleeping Beauty.

All things considered, the subject matter seemed very appropriate. The performance itself had been wonderful, as well.

She grinned as they exited the Joyce, a thrill of anticipation shooting up her spine. First they'd takem in the show, and now they had reservations at Montmartre, a nearby French restaurant that had come highly recommended from Felicia. The Trout Grenobloise apparently wasn't to be missed.

After all that, Felicity had booked a room at The Mark.

Because this was, after all, the third date. There were expectations. Hopefully I can stay in my jumpsuit until we get back to the room.

"Well?" she asked as they exited the theatre, looping her arm around Nika's waist. "What did you think?" She was well aware that just because she enjoyed the ballet, it didn't mean that everybody did. 
The American Museum of Natural History was set ablaze with lights and the mingling scents of exotic flowers perfumed the cool evening air. Brooke Wyngarde had put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into arranging for this soirée, and she was going to be damned if anyone was going to ruin it for her. After all, this was to welcome Stephanie Shaw da Silva and Marcelo Alencar da Silva back to Manhattan and, most importantly, receive them as a newly wedded couple.

Thus, Brooke had pulled out all the stops. Everyone who was anyone who knew the Shaws or the da Silvas had been invited (though Brooke had also dutifully chopped some of the more unsavory names off of her list). The food was a delightful blend of American-Brazilian-Spanish fusion. The cocktails were some of the most popular ones from Brazil, and only the finest Spanish wines were served. The music was live, big band-style stuff, because this was not some hideous high school Kiss on the Lips party. 

Brooke herself, being the hostess of the event, may have gone just a tad bit overglam when it came to her look for the night, but then she was certain that she was going to be gracing many a society page the next morning.

She needed to look great, and she certainly did as she stood next to the entrance of the Arthur Ross Terrace, receiving guests for the cocktail hour which would precede that night's dinner, directing them towards the guest sign-in book, the gift table, and everything else. 

She hoped, she prayed, that everything that night went off without a hitch.

After all, the supervillains only crash the weddings of the A-List superheroes, right? 
Enough time had passed since Felicity and Nika's last date. This time, she was hoping on nothing villainous happening when she dragged Nika out of the office for a night of dancing. 

Maybe dancing will provide all of the action that we need tonight and no villains will surprise us.

Yeah. Right.

She shook her head and smoothed down the skirt of her obnoxiously sparkly dress. She couldn't help it, though. The cat in Felicity Thompson liked a little sparkle.  She reached up and adjusted an earring. 

Tucking her clutch - filled with some requisite weaponry - under her arm, Felicity strode out of her lab and towards Nika's office. She didn't bother knocking on the door, though. What would Nika be doing in there anyway? Working? Napping? Nothing else.

She slunk into the room and posed in the doorway, a smile curving her lacquered lips upwards. "Well, well. Looks like someone needs a break." 
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It had been a nice, quiet weekday afternoon in New York. For once, it actually seemed as though there wasn't going to be any kind of trouble afoot.

That would have been nice, had it been true.

It happened suddenly, as things of this sort tended to happen. Out of seemingly nowhere, it appeared in the middle of Chinatown. A large, hulking, two-dimensional being stomping around.

And it only yelled one thing as it started to wreak havoc.

Primetime punched his fist into his palm. He knew what he and his team needed to do while Propsmaster did his thing. New York City had cameras all over, so this wouldn't be that hard. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, shoving some of the pedestrians out of the way. He didn't care about the yelled protests.

The masked man saw a taxi driving down the street in front of him. He opened up a teleportation disk right under it. The other end of the disk opened above a parked car with a brunette walking toward it. She looked kinda cute, but it looked like that's where a little distracting anarchy could start.
After returning from the solo mission that had gone upside down thanks to HYDRA, Nika had gone to a medical professional to check how bad her wounds were stitched. She had all the confidence in Felicity while in the plane, but she wanted a professional opinion about possible scarring. She was sure some of the amazed invectives while examining her wounds would be useful later.

Since then she had kept herself busy until the day rolled around for getting coffee with Felicity. The Symkarian wasn't sure how this would go or if she should be even doing it. She could almost hear her mother's lecture moving along to the cadence of the elder Sable's pacing. Nika was sure there was no one else on the planet as good at frustrating her mother like herself.

Opting not to go to coffee in a tactical corset, Nika rummaged through her closet to find something suitable. It took the third outfit choice for her to realize she was distracted. She tried to focus on one color with some accents. And no animal prints. Why did she have tiger-striped pants?

She smoothed down her tight pencil skirt outside of the coffee shop. Then she adjusted her fitted jacket. It was possibly a tad too dressy for a casual coffee... date, but it made Nika feel better. Particularly as the jacket was tailored to hide the weapons she had hidden about her torso. She took a breath and pushed the door open.
Nika never expected to find a nest of HYDRA at a pizza parlor in southern Vermont. So she wasn't quite sure why most of the patrons and wait staff were staring at her as she came in to grab a bite to eat. She had just retrieved an item for a mission, and it was tucked under her shirt so she looked a little more chesty than she normally did. She'd done the mission solo to save some expenses on it. Besides, Lisa was in Vegas with Sean on vacation. No one was there to veto her executive decision.

It was a simple find, grab, and return. It wasn't so simple when a bunch of HYDRA agents figured out she was the daughter of one the most famous non-SHIELD people to hunt them down.

The pizza parlor was wrecked and Nika was bleeding by the time she made a run for her car. There were just too many of them pouring into the building for her to continue shooting them without running out of bullets. She leapt in the car and peeled out of there.

She got on the road and noticed some green vehicles following her. Well, here goes a diplomatic headache. She floored the pedal and wove through traffic to try to lose her pursuers. Though they were surprisingly more adept at staying on her tail than she gave HYDRA goons credit for.

Nika hit the cellphone connection and opened her contacts. She was going to need help. Lisa was out as she was in Vegas. Fin couldn't drive as far as Nika knew. Quinn was probably out of the country. That left few options. She hit one of the contacts and tried to keep her eyes on the road.
Team exercises were going to be an interesting affair considering one the newest team members fugitive status from SHIELD. However, having all of the Americas as their duty area meant Nika could get somethings done outside of the U.S.A. Which is how she worked a team training exercise at the Kaibil School, in PoptĂșn, Guatemala.

The Kaibil had the most prestigious, vigorous, arduous military courses in Central America. It took some talking to get her team in to use the facilities, but Nika managed it. It also helped she set up a couple side missions to be handled by Fin and Lisa for this trip to be profitable.

At the moment, Nika stood in the prisoner of war camp replica with her newest Wild Pack members. They were in the middle of a jungle and the camp looked abandoned.
Mrs. Mary MacNeilly's report to the New York State Education Department was far from glowing. Her report caused a lot more concern and shock than normal process usually allowed. They did their research on previous inspections just to see how long this mutant school problem had been going on. Despite their research showing there had never been an issue as large as what was put before them, they had to take action on what Mrs. MacNeilly had reported.

The NYSED informed the superintendent in the district Xavier's was located in of the issue. They also got in touch with Westchester County's office about Xavier's certificate of occupancy due to the structural damage Mrs. MacNeilly had witnessed happening to the school building. With the report of mutants on the grounds the state and county governments got their information squared away before sending representatives to the school with protection from law enforcement. Child Protective Services got into the loop after being informed of a young girl living at the school surrounded by mutants who quite possibly could not control their powers.

As the media got wind of what was coming to a quiet yet secretive school in upstate New York, TV stations sent crews out. Some of the government representatives were glad to talk vaguely about what was happening at the school live. With the cameras aimed to put the people going into the school on film, a TV reporter stepped into the frame.

"This is Samantha Boulevard here not far from the town of Salem Center in Westchester County. Government officials from the New York State Education Department are here delivering a notice of probation for the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The school came under scrutiny recently during an inspection by a certified educational inspector. My sources have told me that this school poses as a private institution for education but has been revealed to be habitat for mutants."
Nika sat in a small cafe with her text book open on the small table in front of her. She had a cup of something that at least did not taste like tar. The place she was in was slightly rustic, but it was at least not dilapidated. She did not have to worry about a ceiling beam try to crush like she had 24 hours ago.

She had her back to a wall and occasionally glanced toward the either the kitchen or the front door. She sipped her not-tar as she waited.


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