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A Hotel of Two Tales

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.

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Once Sam Fury got the team past the front lawn and ceased her time stop ability, the front lawn blew up, in some places literally. Tremendous zaps of electricity fought to be heard over ground-shaking explosions. The almost silent hiss of deadly gas released only left its calling card in the fog of destruction that hung over the lawn.

Now that the agents were inside the mansion cum hotel, the were inside a small foyer on the south side of the building. Unlike the high tech and dangerous lawn behind them, the foyer looked decrepit with warped wood floors and shards of glass around the edges of the room. There was a door across the room from them and a short stairway going up the the main floor to their left.

Simon tapped the datapad he was carrying. "I'm picking up a lot of electronic signals in... that direction."

As soon as they were inside, Joe hefted his shield and looked around, moving toward the front to take point.

"Then I'll head that way. You guys work on finding the targets and I'll start handling mooks." he said.

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Recluse aimed one of her guns at the guy with the shield. He looked like he'd be the biggest challenge. Once he was out of the picture, the rest should be fairly easy to kill.

"Mooks, huh?" She smirked as she fired. "You think there's only mooks here?"

Joe held up his shield as Crazy Woman shot at him.

"Now they're training their flying monkeys to speak." he said, moving to the left to draw her attention from the others.

He snapped off a couple of shots to keep her head down while he looked for cover.

"You, young lady, are officially upgraded to Minion!" he called out.

He hoped the Spider-Man strategy worked on these guys. He didn't have a lot of witty banter to fall back on. If this didn't work, he'd actually have to kick her ass.

"Minion, huh?" Steve says, his attention definitely on the woman being shot at. His own weapon was something that could help, so he also dives to cover, intent on getting a place that would allow a good line of fire on her.

"She doesn't look small and yellow to me. But she does seem willing to follow jerks."

Sammy had both guns palmed. She fired at their target as well. "I'm taking a look ahead. It'll be fast. Who's coming with me?"

Simon managed to squeeze off a few shots as well, ducking behind cover.

"Minion?" she retorted, firing back at the two closest men. "From a SHIELD lackey?"

"Coulson, cover me!" Joe yelled, slipping back around the corner to reload his weapon.

As soon as Coulson needed to reload, he'd step out and fling his shield at the Recluse's head, attempting to end the fight before either of them got hurt. If he missed, the shield would bounce off the nearest wall and return to him, a simple gesture activating the built in control system.

He couldn't sling a shield like his father or sister, but he'd could fake it with the best of them.

Ariadne had held back for a moment, just to see what the Recluse would do.

Of course, she'd gone for Joe first. That was obvious.

The poisonous HYDRA agent appeared behind Simon and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi, handsome. Busy?"

Simon let out a very girlish scream as he spun around, falling backwards in the process. His handgun fell from his hand and clattered away, forcing him to fumble for his back-up armament, a new prototype night-night gun.

Her face scrunched up at that scream. "Damn," she said. "And you were so cute, too." She whirled around, lashing out with a high-heeled boot to knock the night-night gun out of his hand. "Pity you'll have to die."

Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die... Oh God, I'm going to die...

Simon groped futilely for the gun.

"No no." Ariadne said, clamping her high-heeled boot down onto Simon's seeking hand. "No guns for you." She dug the heel just a little into his hand. "I'm more of a touchy-feely girl." With that, she reached out to touch Simon. Just a light graze across his cheek was all she intended.

Of course, her nails were poison, so Simon would probably want to get away.

To his credit, Simon didn't scream or cry out when she stepped on his hand. Because she was focusing on that hand. Which meant maybe his other hand...

He pulled the taser from his belt and jabbed for her leg.

She didn't yell. She didn't scream. But she did hiss.

Bright eyes flashed with anger and fury as Simon tasered her.

She should have seen that coming. Had it been anyone else than this little cutie with the unfortunately girlish scream, she would have seen it coming.

But she underestimated him.

But that was okay. She scratched a thin line across his cheek, too, before going down. Enough to hurt but not enough to poison, unfortunately.

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She dropped one of her guns to catch the shield. This couldn't have turned out better. Now she wouldn't have to duck behind walls to avoid the bullets. She holstered her gun and used the shield to cover herself as she picked up the one she dropped.

"Well, fuck," she said with a grin. "You really didn't have to get me a present."

"Sorry, Shrimp. I only buy presents for three women and you're not on the list." U.S. Agent said, looking the woman over.

"You can come along quietly or you can get carried out with a few bruises. Your choice."

She shrugged. "So you didn't buy it. It's still a good present."

She shot at his head. "What makes you think I'm going anywhere with you? SHIELD can go to hell."

Even with peak human reflexes, the shrimp nearly hit him. She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't think of why. He ducked and rolled toward her, attempting to tackle her to the ground.

"When you're unconscious, you can't really protest."

She yelped as she fell, hitting at his head with the shield. She was not letting him take her back to SHIELD.

"Hard to knock me out if you're unconscious."

Joe's vision swam as she smacked him in the head with the shield. If not for his helmet, he'd probably be out cold right now.

Now he was annoyed.

"Sorry, Short Stuff, but I've got a team to back up."

So he tried to punch her in the throat.

While the HYDRA peons were hiding behind doors, there was the distinctive sound of a .50 caliber rounds being fired inside the building.

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