Surrender- Agents of SHIELD

Ultron

Saturday rolled around and the Avengers building was full of people that Spyen didn't recognize. The people were mingling and laughing, including the Avengers. Spyen let a smile build on her features as she saw her family break a smile. Spyen sat on the Piano bench with a drink in her hand. Natasha had made it a point not to give the girl anything stronger than Champagne, but when Nat's back was turned to her, Clint casually switched their drinks and Spyen was set for the rest of the night with Bourbon in her glass.

Spyen glanced down at the dress she was in. Tony had actually does something for somebody else. He had dragged Natasha out to buy Spyen a dress for the party. At first Spyen didn't want to take it, but the billionaire insisted. Spyen drank the last of—Clint's—drink and was about to push herself off of the bench, but didn't get much further than leaning forward before the other half of the bench was occupied. She looked up and saw, to her utter surprise, a man that she had went undercover with. When Spyen was just sixteen years old, she went on an undercover mission that had ended in the man's death. But it looked to Spyen that the mission had failed because the man sitting next to her was very real.

Spyen pulled in a breath but put a smile on her face, "Ander, what are you doing here? Her voice was taut, but her smile made it sound smooth.

Ander put his arm on the piano and leaned back with a smile on his face, "My grandfather was invited. Thought I'd accompany him."

Spyen bit her tongue and restrained herself from finishing the man off, "I hope you are having a good time. I have to go."

Spyen went to stand but Ander caught her arm, "Amily."

Spyen swallowed at her undercover name and turned to Ander, "I'd let go of my arm if I were you."

Ander didn't take Spyen's warning seriously and stood up with his hands still around her wrist, "Come on, Am. What happened to us?"

Spyen grit her teeth and tried her hardest to keep her eyes blue. She shifted her glance behind Ander and she could see Clint eying her. Spyen shook her head slightly and looked back up at the man, "You were a pompous Jackass, that's what happened." Spyen tried to rip her arm from his grasp, but he guessed her movement.

As his grip tightened she felt a sudden ounce of pressure jump from her arm. The spark of pressure caused Spyen to feel her power sudden drain from her. She looked up from his hand and into his brown eyes.

"What did you say? Last I remember, you feel in love with me."

Spyen tried to push the man away with her new abilities, but nothing came from her. She suddenly felt human. "Let go of me Ander. You do not want to make a scene."

With Ander's back to the guests of the party, the man slowly produced a small pistol from his jacket pocket and pointed it at Spyen's stomach.

Her eyes wanted to widen, but her agent training kept her relaxed. She let out a breath and tried to communicate with any one of the Avengers through her telepathy, but no power was working.

Ander gave a smile as he saw her internal struggle. He gave a humorous laugh, "I had my suspicions that you were going to try to communicate with our team." He glanced at her ear, "What? No COM unit? Or did they create something a little more undetectable. Regardless, you see my hand?"

Spyen glanced down at Ander's hand that was on her arm. On his palm was a single layer of mesh with extremely thin wiring laced into it, "This, handy little device, gives a shock to any form of wireless communication. So, basically you're helpless, unless you do as I say."