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Independent

The team argues about Tony and Banner working on that... thing. Why they kept it a secret, and the consequences we're facing as a team. It took the septor, now we have to get it back. I don't participate in the arguments because it's a waste of breath.

"He said he killed someone."

"Who did he kill?"

"Jarvis." I say fiddling with my fingers. All eyes are on me now. Tony taps an open space with his special tablet, and a hologram of a broken, attacked Jarvis floats in the middle of the room. I look at it, what a waste. I try and block out all sound again, bickering and arguing aren't my thing. Then Banner sits next to me and asks a question.

"How did you do that? You just put all of them down with the wave of your hand?" Dr.Banner asks me, I look at him and shrug.

"New I guess, I just... did it and it happened."

"You should practice that, and see what else you haven't found out about your powers yet."

"Yeah maybe. Can you fix Jarvis?" I switch the subject anxiously, but I already know the answer to that.

"I can try." I sigh and give a weak smile as he pats my back lightly as he walks away. Jarvis was really great and it's just sad to see something so innocent die. I could connect to him on a literal level.

"Thor you should follow it, see where it's headed." Steve requests.

"I can go faster, I'll do it!" I say heading up stairs and to my room to pack a bag before I leave. Might be there a while, spying is a dangerous job that can take days. After I've changed into pants and a hoodie Nat walks in.

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No it's alright, this will be a good experience for me don't you think?"

"Definitely, don't get caught. You'll be there 3 days tops. If you need help just call. Good luck."

"Thanks." I say as she exits my room. I quickly zip up my bag and put on my black baseball cap. Walking back into the lab I click the clasp that goes over my chest so I don't lose anything. These bags always make me happy and secure. The team looks at me with big smiles like something's funny.

"What?"

"You look... prepared." Clint says pointing to my backpack.

"Tiana, you don't need your bag. Well get it there for you. We've got a hotel set up, everything's taken care of. We just need you to get in your suit and fly there on your own." Steve explains to me. I turn around and look betrayed at Nat.

"Nat why didn't you tell me?" I say.

"Humor?" She says shrugging.

"Mm yes very funny." Thor says. "You look like a child at the place where all the kids scamper around." I pout and look at my shoes. Clint pulls out his phone and a click from a camera rings in my ears. Great. Now I'm an attraction.

"I'll go change."I say sadly unclipping my straps and dropping it onto the floor behind me. I quickly change into my uniform that allows me to change or shape shift into actual electricity and stays on my body when I... un-shift? Un-shift.

I come back, now I'm ready. Nothing but my suit. My nappy hair in a loose bun on top of my head.

"Don't get killed." Steve says to me with crossed arms.

"Or caught." Says Tony.

"Or killed." Clint slaps my arm as he repeats Steve's comment.

"Don't cloud her mind with madness! She needs to focus, or she will be killed. Don't be killed." Thor says.

"If you do get caught, don't let him get you. Then we have to come over and save you." Natasha says with a smile.

"Everyday you have to give us a report on his location, what he's doing, if he's dangerous. Well he is, but just check in." Dr.Banner explains to him using his fingers.

"Everyday." Clint mimics Dr.Banner whilst putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Alright mom and dads! Everyday I'll tell you where I am and I won't get killed. Or caught. Or killed. Now enough of the sap, I'm gonna lose him." I say fanning them away. I stand on the ledge ready to start my journey. I look at them behind me, Steve takes a step ahead of everyone else.

"He's headed east, go get him soldier." He says saluting me. I return the favor and power on.

"Yes sir."

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