The Traitor, The Avenger, And The Killer

Shut Up And Let Us Conquer You

When Tony arrived, it was with Steve and Clint, who didn't leave the Quinjet but waited for Scott and K to join them so they could get moving.

"Why not Logan on this run?" Steve asked as the two mutants climbed on board.

"She's ... amazingly good at working around Ronan," Scott replied. "And she can tell us if he's lying without knowing the laws. It's like some kind of hidden talent."

Clint grinned at her sideways. "Could've used you about ten years ago when I was making really stupid dating decisions," he teased. His body language was open, but it was obvious from the fact that he had an arrow in one hand that he was itching for a fight with some Kree. In fact, the whole Quinjet was filled with the scents of anticipation.

"You wouldn't have listened to me," K replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, that's probably true," Clint said with a little shrug.

"So, they get to do all the solidarity, and we get to do the hard work and look pretty?" K asked, gesturing to Scott and Steve.

Clint laughed. "That's the idea," he said. "We let Cap and Cyclops play nice, and then you and I shoot 'em when they very predictably don't play nice back."

"If it comes down to it, I want Ronan. He pissed me off the last time we crossed paths, and ... I'm kinda in the mood to fight." K said with a smirk. "You know. If he's around. And overly stupid."

"We'll see what happens," Steve said, his tone more conciliatory than the rest of the group at the moment. "Right now, all we know is we're meeting with one of the Accusers. The fact that they agreed to meet with us at all might be a good sign."

"Unless they're expecting a surrender," she pointed out.

"Well that ain't gonna happen," Clint said easily. "You think they'd have figured that out by now, seeing as it's not like this is their first rodeo on Earth."

"Well, some aliens never learn their lessons." K leaned forward so she was speaking over Steve's shoulder. "If he declares war, are you going to weep if I stab him in the face?"

"K, I don't make it a point to weep over enemy soldiers that have it coming in a war," Steve pointed out.

"Oh good," K said brightly. "I promise I won't give away my intentions with needless growls and claws out. You know. Until there's already trouble."

"Let's just see how this goes," Scott suggested, shaking his head at her.

"I already touched up my makeup," K said his way. "If they declare war, it's not going to be because I didn't look my best and smile before I stab."

"Well at least someone looks nice," Clint teased. "I just ran a brush through my hair and grabbed a breath mint."

"Thank God for the small details," K shot back. "It's okay if you look slightly rogueish."

"Slightly?" Clint looked offended. "I'll have you know I work hard on my ruggedly good looks."

"Well, you did run a brush through your hair," she teased.

He grinned at her as he settled back into co-piloting them up to the Accuser's ship. "Well, I guess that was my mistake, wasn't it?"

"It suits you," she said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Nat likes it," he said shamelessly. "Just so she can mess it up again."

"That's half the fun," K agreed.

"Didn't realize you two were admitting you were onto the messing-up-hair stage," Scott said with a small smirk. "I thought there were still official denials being put out at every turn."