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Flynn went rigid when Kwassi spoke, and he slowly looked at him, not really saying anything at all as his eyes flashed with anger. It was a well known fact that Flynn had a bit of a temper, but he definitely did not stand for people calling him stupid or dumb and insulting him. "I may not be a tech genius which there are way better ones then you, but I am good at my job," he managed to say coldly, before he pulled out his handgun, and pointed it directly at Kwassi, before he pulled the trigger with a bit of a smirk as the bullet slammed into Kwassi's stomach and went clean through him. In truth he had been aiming for his knee, but he wasn't going to admit that one.

He then turned his attention towards Agent 13, before he swung the gun around, pointing it at her and firing it off once again, as a bullet slammed into her kneecap. "I mean... You kind of gave me an excuse to shoot at you people, not my fault entirely," he said calmly, before whirling around and trying to hit Matt with a bullet, but his attempts seemed to keep failing. However he did manage to hit Matt's gun and broke it, so that was something. "You are causing so many problems, but no matter," he then said, pulling what looked like a car key fob out of his pocket and pushing a button on it. "We'll see how things go for you all."

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Sparky wasn't all too sure what to think of their flying companion, that person being Amelia. The woman was a bit hyper active, that much was obvious to her, as she seemed to constantly be talking. Personally Sparky would have been fine with flying onwards in silence, it would have let her have some time to her own thoughts, up in the sky, away from everything and everyone. It would have been nice, but nope, that clearly wasn't going to happen as Amelia and Maria seemingly started prattling on about a bird that had been flying too close. "Just be more careful, both of you, okay?"

When Amelia asked about their families or what they wanted to be when they grew up and things like that. "...I grew up down in Florida, the youngest of four and the complete and total odd one out in my family. All I knew was that I wanted something to do with electronics, since those sort of things had always interested me... Umm... I've been trapped in the Quantum Realm, I'm pregnant with a half-Asgardian kid and we are currently on a mission to try to find my Asgardian boyfriend who I'm supposed to marry. He's been missing since February and Dr. Strange offered back then to potentially help me find him, hence why we're going to New York to talk to him... I'd rather not really talk too much else about it since I really don't want to risk falling from the sky because I'm too caught up thinking about it at the moment..."

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Location: Agent 13s apartment.
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Kwassi ignored Agent 13 for the most part. She stood there stating she could speak for herself yet it was clear that she was incapable of that. The only reason she spoke up now was because the tone of the room allowed for it as new forms of judgment and thought made their way to light. His left hand twitched near his lower back, ready to grab his weapon if need be and deflect any oncoming physical attack that Flynn may throw at him. His file spoke of pyromancy and if fast enough, he would be able to magnetise his staff and whirl it around to disperse the flames and take minimal damage. It was clear that Flynn was driven by emotions, either having his own twisted form of logic or being completely devoid of it to begin with. Either way it was clear his insults wouldn't go unnoticed. Matt appeared to start making his way towards rhe door, Kwassi debating if he should let him leave or wait for this to settle, optingnfor the former in order to follow his senior agent.

The next few seconds went by in a flash however. Flynn pulled a gun on them, shooting Kwassi in the stomach, then Agent 13, and missing Agent Moss. Had he been faster he could've caught the round with his baton, magnetising the bullet towards it, or attempting to deflect it. He wasn't however expecting a shot and that allowed for hesitation. "Oh for fucks sake." Kwassi dropped hisnlefr hand down, grabbing his gun and shooting a paralytic shot at Flynn, imbedding it into his upper shoulder. It was designed and made for a Super Soldier, to help slow down Captain America. On Flynn, it should lock him up. None of the doses were high enough to be potentially lethal for a normal person, in the event he had to restrain a human, mutant, or teammates. Kwassi holsters his gun once more, removing his batons and forming a bo staff to use as support.

When he turned to try the door the handle wouldn't budge. He tried it once more, trying to lock and unlock the door to see if perhaps the lock had malfunctioned but it wouldn't budge either. Shitty ass apartment. Was all he could think to himself as he braced for impact. One hand gripping the staff, another his wound, he balanced on one leg and kicked the door. It shook but didn't open. He tried once more and got the same results. "Very funny. Is there a trick to this door Agent 13? Or do you intend to keep us here?"

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Agent 13 nodded at Matt in response to his thank you. She was a little bit rough around the edges, but she had a good head on her shoulders and a strong moral compass. It would only take one more push for her to disavow S.H.I.E.L.D. and go off to help Captain America with whatever his next move was. The more people who defected, the more would ultimately feel emboldened enough to do so themselves. Her belief in S.H.I.E.L.D. was what held Agent 13 back so far. It was hard to reconcile her emotions.

In the blink of an eye, Flynn had shot at her and the other agents in the room. Pain exploded in her kneecap, but she was a seasoned combat veteran, staying on her feet despite the massive source of agony. Dropping down to the ground would just be a death sentence. Asokho hit Flynn with a dart - a paralytic, if she had to guess - but not before he pressed an ominous red button.

She hated red buttons.

She also hated traitors. Agent 13 kicked her good leg up into the air, bending down to use her hand to briefly support herself as she kicked him in the head. She broke his nose but unfortunately didn't knock him unconscious as intended. There was then a knock at the door.

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"I jammed the doorknob," Bonnie admitted to Cass, smiling a little bit like an imp. Unlike her boyfriend - or rather, ex-boyfriend most likely - she wasn't the sort to get up into people's face and scream about emotions. She liked to deal with things a bit more coldly and remotely, preferring to keep a door from being able to open over yelling at Flynn about how much she hated his hostile treatment of her earlier in the conference room.

Bonnie held up a finger suddenly, listening intently. At first, the sound had been muffled, barely able to make out. But it was quickly repeated in rapid succession, the blood draining from her face. Gunfire. While it was possible to have been completely unrelated to their quest for information on Captain America, her gut told her otherwise. The sound had to have been coming from the top floor of the apartment complex. "Something's happening," she quickly explained to Cass. The smile had faded from her face. "Gunfire," Bonnie added. She pulled two of her knives, holding them each by the handle, as she sprinted off of the quinjet. She hurried down the staircase, finding an odd group of six standing outside the door to Agent 13's apartment - (the Daughter,the Younger Son,the Older Son,the Father,the Uncle,the Aunt,).

Her eyes narrowed slightly, looking at them. There was something about the group that just rubbed her entirely the wrong way. It was like looking at the TV cast of a family, where the actors just needed to vaguely resemble one another. "You should leave - it's not safe here," she warned them, hoping she was just being paranoid.

The Aunt smiled at Bonnie and within a flash, she was right in front of the agent. The Aunt pressed her hand to Bonnie's forehead and Bonnie's eyes widened, unable to form a coherent thought. She couldn't remember who she was or where she was or what she was doing. She had no knowledge of anything, an immense terror creeping into her heart. Even language faded away from her.

The Uncle cracked his knuckles and summoned a small controlled tornado, blowing the door off of its hinges. "Spare a cup of sugar?" he asked, looking in at Flynn, Agent 13, Asokho, and Matt.

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"Oh, right on!" Amelia enthused. They were traveling rather quickly, flying faster than most commercial airplanes were able to. They would end up in New York City in another twenty or so minutes at this pace. The wind was coming at them from behind, helping to speed them along - and it didn't hurt that Amelia was doing her part to manipulate the air around her glider, which only helped Maria and Sparky fly faster as well. "But there's nothing left you want to achieve? No other dreams?" she asked, surprised. She couldn't imagine a life without further goals. Her achievements were just stepping stones to get to the next set of them. They'd never be done.

Sparky's life was positively wild. It made so much sense that she was from Florida. Amelia may have been from Australia, but even she knew that everything weird in the United States originated from there. The only good thing about it was Disney World - although she heard that Miami was pretty fun as well. "The Quantum Realm? What the fuck is that? And really, crikey, you must have met Thor then! Are his abs as real as they look on the news?"

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"Remind me to not piss you off then." Cassandra said jokingly as she started to do some of the takeoff procedures so that way the others whenever they could get into the Quinjet and they could just take off. She stopped for a moment and looked over at Bonnie when she letting her know that she heard some gunshots. She imagined something bad had happened to the other half of the team, and immediately assumed that Matt was also in trouble as well. Cassandra quickly got up and followed right behind Bonnie heading down the flight of stairs, seeing the family there in the hallway as well. When the Auntie suddenly turned her attention to her friend and did something to her, seeing Bonnie suddenly just standing there.

"Hey, get off of her!" Cassandra yelled out as she ran forward she tried to swing at the woman, only for her to dodge and then her forehead being touched, and instantly started to forget what their mission was, what they were here for, even who she actually was. She didnt even have a thought her eyes turned towards the woman and managed to grapple her to the ground. Cass wasnt even sure why she had her grappled for either, and looked completely confused.

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"Nope, no other dreams yet but probably could think of something eventually that I wanted to do." Maria said with a slight shrug as she eyed Sparky a little bit more, before turning her attention back towards Amelia. "The Quantum Realm is super tiny and no one can see it, unless you are like super tiny, or something like that my wife knows a whole lot about it actually." Maria said she reached for something into her pocket and fished out a small little key fob button and pressed it.

"I got an idea what we can do for a little bit of the flight a trust fall exercise!" Maria said as flew forward towards Sparky and managed to tackle her, taking off her glove in the process as well Sparky started to kick her. But she managed to get a good grip on her leg and then Sparky started to fall to the ground rather quickly, Maria quickly flew down to try and catch Sparky but she slipped out of her grip and continued to fall.

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Niah followed after Bonnie and Cass, her ICER drawn. Whatever was going on was a nasty wrench in their mission, not to mention her attempts to plan to convince the whole group to defect. She watched as Bonnie was touched in the forehead by one of the women in the group outside Agent 13's apartment. She had the look of fear Niah had once seen in people trapped in Wonderland's nightmare visions back during their training in the Framework. Niah's heart tightened and Cass was touched next. The same thing happened. But Cass tackled the woman and pinned her down to the ground.

Cass was one of the few people Niah didn't worry about accidentally hitting if she aimed near her. She took aim at the woman on the ground, the woman dodged the first shot, her second only grazed the woman and the third hit her squarely. The ICER dart did its work from there. Niah sighed a little relieved that the woman who was messing with her friend's minds was out of commission but she didn't know if that would fix what happened to them.

"Cass, Bonnie, get behind me." She told them and tried to maneuver herself between them and the rest of the group of...she didn't even know what they were. A part of her wondered if they were Skrulls like Ryanor and Roman had been. Did they get the powers of whoever they copied?

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Matt had expected that Flynn would flip out at Kwassi, but he hadn't expected to get shot at as well. He was able to dodge the bullets enough, but his gun was hit and broken. Ass. Matt's recent power acquisition had made him phenomenal at using weapons, especially hand-guns which he had already been highly trained in. Without it that left him one recourse, knocking Flynn out. Kwassi shot him with one of his darts. Matt assumed was his paralytic. He wondered how well it would work on Flynn and considered trying to paralyze him with his own power. Kwassi's thing might be a different type of ICER basically.

Matt was about to turn to whammy Flynn when the door flew open and some dude was there asking for a cup of sugar. Behind the man was Cass on the ground tackling some woman that Niah was shooting at. Cass's face looked wrong. Like she didn't know what was happening. Clearly one of these people had the ability to do some major psychic damage. Matt moved and tried to hit the guy asking for sugar with his paralytic touch. But the guy manipulated a literal tornado into existence at him. Matt dodged it, "What the hell? Flynn, did you call these people with that stupid button? You were planning this?"

It was one thing in Matt's mind to defect, something it was clear Flynn was about to do since they had been at the base. It was another to sabotage the mission. Matt was pissed and worried. His girlfriend was in danger and it was Flynn's fault. Matt knew Cass would be in danger every day that was part of the job. But someone she trusted and called a friend was at fault for it. How dare he?

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He seemingly shook off Kwassi's paralytic dart or whatever the hell it was rather easily and he got up off of the ground."I mean, I was a part of a different horrible organization, so would that really be that surprising? Or do you all think I'm too dense to be able to come up with some sort of random bit of a plan?" Flynn said, almost like he was taunting towards Matt with a bit of a smirk. It was clear he found this entire situation amusing, and he pointed his hand towards the wall to the outside, almost like he was going to fire off a blast of flame. However it wasn't fire at all that blasted from his finger tips, it looked to be an actual missile, which slammed into the wall with a large explosion. The wall shook but was still standing, and he tried again but this time seemingly fizzled entirely.

"Well that was a bit anti-climatic, wonder what to do now... OH I know!" he said almost gleefully as he then pointed his arm at Matt and fired off another explosive, slamming it into him with enough force to knock him backwards, and he sent off another one that exploded right by his head, causing his ears to be ringing horribly. "I mean, that was just a warning shot now wasn't it? Look at it this way, if I was trying to kill you you'd be dead, and also Kwassi would be the first on my hit list since that idiot is annoying as all hell."

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Sparky shook her head when Amelia assumed that she had met Thor, "I haven't met him no, not all Asgardians are friends with one another you know," she said with a small smile. It had been a while since she had really found something to smile about, but she couldn't help but find Amelia's enthusiasm and personality hilarious and she liked being around her in general. "Yeah, the Quantum Realm is a really small plain of existence, I definitely would not recommend getting yourself stuck there, no matter how curious you are about it. It is a horrid place with almost no possible way out of it."

She didn't really notice Maria eyeing her, and she certainly wasn't too sure about her random idea about trust falls. "Maria trust falls in the sky is the worst idea ever since if you aren't quick enough you could cause someone to go splat," she commented. Unfortunately, she didn't notice Maria fly over to her until it was too late, and she instantly kicked at her, but Maria kept her hand latched onto her leg. "Maria what are you doing?" she managed to ask, before she lost consciousness entirely, having not really noticed that she had removed her glove, and she felt herself start to fall as she passed out.

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Location: The Roof - Quinjet -> Hallway
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, Superspeed

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The best Oliver could gather from Cass's response was that there was no plan with what they would do when they captured the American icon, so that only consolidated his position more. They couldn't go through with this. The man had fought in World War II, and they were supposed to take him into the government under controversial legislation because they were ostensibly soldiers, and soldiers followed orders. Was this on the same order as the Nazis? No, of course not, not yet, but it could get there. People like him, Inhumans or mutants, were born with powers, how long until they were forced to register too? Being a man of logic, he was careful of slippery slopes, but this felt like it was an actual one, and he didn't like it.

As Cass left the Quinjet, Oli wasn't far behind. If something was up, he wasn't gonna be on the sidelines, even if fighting wasn't his forte. Watching the scene unfold in front of him, his body began to vibrate, brilliant blue lightning crackling around his eyes. He didn't know who these people were, but they were a threat, and he had to deal with that. Taking a step towards the young one, his body began to vibrate, and he was met with sharp blades being thrown his way. Swallowing hard, he decided that he wasn't the one to fuck with. Instead, he switched his attention to the girl still standing, and grabbed her, trying out a new trick. Drawing breath, he matched her natural frequency to that of the floor beneath her, and shifted her out of phase, sending her through the ground. Punching the air, he said, "Fuck yeah, that actually worked?" Zipping away and downstairs, he locked onto her, and socked her in the cheek, before saying, "Sorry about that, give up now, and I won't have to hurt you any more, okay?"

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Kwassi Asokho

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Chaos seemed to be ensuing all around him. Most of the Agents were shot, 13 was now on the offensive and attacking Flynn (rightfully so), and then there was a knock on the door. This was the worst time for some Uber Eats kid to be here, and if it was a noise complaint from the neighbors about Flynns yelling or the gunshots, then they were sure to have to deal with it. Before Kwassi could tell them to wait one second the door came flying off the hinges and into the apartment. It didn't seem to hit anyone but he could feel a strong breeze behind him now, seeing some grotesque man asking for sugar in the reflection of his staff. "This may be a bad time for a cup my friend. Perhaps try the next apartment over." His wakandan accent was thick as he spoke, wincing from the wound as his head tried to analyze and make sense of all the new variables. But before he could, his legs began to move on their own.

Agent Moss was being peppered with blasts by Flynn. He wasn't sure if the wounds were getting to him but it looked like he fired a missile. Successfully stopping him from being able to attack the air manipulator at the door. Clearly the must be aligned, perhaps some rogue planateers with a twisted view on justice. Either way they needed to be stopped quickly. Ever minute lost here was one that Captain America gained. Kwassi tensed his stomach, bracing for the pain as he ran forward and made a large arching swoop behind Flynns legs. The turncoat agent jumped over his swing as Kwassi used the momentum to keep going and do a full spin up and then cracking it down near Flynns neck. The mutant managed to grab the strike and then a blast was felt. His staff had been blown in half before he got the chance to demagnefy it. Luckily only one escrima stick was damaged this way and that meant he'd only have to fix the other. Kwassi cursed the pain for making him slow as he slid his hand into his pocket and grabbed one of his electric brass knuckles for his right hand.

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The Daughter landed on her feet like a cat as Oliver phased her through the floor. She was caught temporarily off guard by his punch. "She's running out of time, kid. Tick tock, tick tock," the Daughter taunted. Almost seconds after she spoke, Oliver's phone would begin to vibrate with a call from the hospital his mother was staying at. "You can either stay here and fight me - or you can go say goodbye. Your choice."

Levittown, Pennsylvania...

S.H.I.E.L.D. had been fighting a new war against HYDRA since that August, when they discovered HYDRA had infiltrated the agency. So far, neither faction had managed to gain the upper hand. Clint Barton's team had managed to hit a large source of financial backing for the Neo-Nazi organization, yet HYDRA had taken over several of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s bases and currently controlled one of its prisons, the Ice Box. Two of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most wanted, the Fenris Twins, had been rumored to be hiding out in a safe house in Levittown, PA. S.H.I.E.L.D. had dispatched Agent Lungren to go undercover in the quiet suburbs to attempt to find the Fenris Twins (Andrea and Andreas von Strucker). They had set him up with a house - all the houses in Levittown were practically identical - and a cover story.

His home was outfitted with monitors as well to alert him to any suspicious activity. Currently, one of these machines was beeping rapidly, alerting him that there were three U.F.O.'s up in the sky, rapidly approaching Levittown.

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With the Aunt knocked unconscious, Bonnie and Cass' heads both would clear. However, the lingering sensation of a hangover headache would remain. Bonnie shook her head slightly, the last thing she remembered being the Aunt coming up and touching her head. Now, the hallway had devolved into chaos. Oliver was missing. The Aunt was on the ground underneath Cass. Only the four male attackers remained - and Flynn. She came back to her senses just in time to see Flynn launching missiles somehow at Matt and attacking Asokho.

Two explanations came to mind - either Flynn was a HYDRA operative or an imposter. No one was going hail HYDRA so she discounted that possibility. Besides, Flynn couldn't shoot missiles from his body. This had to be a shapeshifter or a Life Model Decoy. "This isn't Flynn. It's an imposter," Bonnie almost growled, her eyes fierce with fury.

The Uncle sent a horrific tornado at Matt. The tornado slammed into Matt and sucked him up, before flinging him out at the ceiling. By some miracle, Matt missed a suspiciously jagged plank that would have skewered him. The Fates must have been watching out for him as he instead just hit his head lightly and fell back to the ground, not even breaking a bone.

The Younger Son was sparring with Agent 13. Strangely glowing pieces of metal were flying at her and she was nimbly dodging as many as she could, but there were too many. It was like a swarm of living metal. As each of piece cut her skin, the wounds were abnormal, a shade of blue rather than red.

The Older Son reached down to yank Cass off of the Aunt, only to suddenly dodge and move out of the way. A piece of the Younger Son's metal had gone wayward and had he not moved, he would have had a chunk of metal to the face. The Father wasn't playing around. He traced his hands in front of him, making a triangle like shape, and then pushed forward. Sand came in from out of nowhere, forming the gigantic body of a hydra. The hydra targeted Cass, Niah, and Bonnie, with Bonnie ducking out of the way in time and the hydra missing Niah pathetically. It showered Cass with flames, her dermal armor protecting her mostly except for her hair catching on fire as the other heads of the hydra roared.

The hallway was incredibly cramped, not giving anyone much room to move. There was a reason fights in enclosed spaces like this tended to be so deadly. Bonnie bit her lip, knowing that the hydra could just as easily kill them by stepping on them as it could by breathing flames. She didn't have time to think about Flynn or what might have happened to him, just knowing that whatever thing was wearing his skin wasn't him.

She stared at the Father, trying to figure out if he had to concentrate in order to keep the hydra alive. Her distraction was a near fatal error. The Older Son darted forward and shoved Bonnie, sending her over the railing of the stairs and into a free fall.

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Amelia tilted her head in confusion, embodying the energy of a curious golden retriever puppy for a brief moment. "If it's so small you can't see it, how did you get in there then? I'm no dag, but that doesn't make a lick of sense to me. Unless you found a bottle that said drink me and you just went bottoms up until you kicked it?" she asked.

She then tilted her head in the other direction as Maria suggested doing trust falls in the air. Truthfully, it was a mad idea and she loved it. It was bold and dangerous. But even as an adrenaline junky, Amelia firmly believed in consent. Sparky didn't seem to have wanted to do this, kicking at Maria, and now she was plummeting rapidly towards the ground. From above, Levittown, Pennsylvania looked like a real life Whoville, with all of the houses identical and placed in neat, predictable patterns. "Crack the shits, that ain't cool, mate! You can't force people into things they don't want to do!"

Amelia made a rapid turn, pulling several g's of force. Had she not been an experienced pilot, it would have been enough to make her lose her lunch. She dove after Sparky, narrowly missing her hand. That didn't deter her though, as Amelia sharply navigated her glider straight up and then right back down, forming a loop in the sky, as she shot after Sparky and caught her with her free hand. The sudden change in acceleration would be enough to jolt Sparky back to consciousness, and luckily, nothing broke. Amelia continued to glide forwards, one hand on the glider, the other keeping Sparky from dropping to the ground.

They had dropped about 5,000 feet, with only another 5,000 feet separating them from the ground. "You alright, cunt?"

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"Children of Baron Von Strucker, Andrea and Andreas… have a very destructive mutant ability when put together. Oh, well. Just like another day at SHIELD."

The Swedish SHIELD agent sighed as he glanced over at the monitors that he was using to watch over the neighborhood, to see if there were any suspicious activity in this seemingly innocent place. This was just like his assignments back in Europe when he first joined SHIELD three years ago. Astrad quietly reminisced of his time in that safe house in Moscow, watching over the Chertanovo suburb as SHIELD assets moved through the area unhindered thanks to his watchful eye.
purr… purr…
Of course, all of this time he was holding a cat in his arms, the brown colored feline purring and meowing even as it began drifting towards sleep. He always had a cute, fluffy animal when he was undercover. Sometimes it was ferrets or otters, but most of the time, it was a cat. He just really liked keeping a pet up close, perhaps as stress relief. Anyway, it was asleep now… and that was good.

beep, beep, beep…

Astrad turned his chair towards a computer monitor, taking out the pizza from his mouth as he rushed to look at what suspicious things the sensors had just picked up. "Ah.", he muttered to himself as three unknown signatures were detected, depicted as white pulsating dots moving on a satellite image of Levittown.

Quickly, he picked up the radio to contact his fellow agents. "HQ, Agent Lungren here. Three UFOs flying over location. Orders?"

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Everything was completely chaotic as she stared down at the aunt with a confused look on her face, there was sounds of fighting all around her. When suddenly all of her memories started to come flooding back to her, she shook her head slightly feeling like she was really hungover at the moment. Cassandra flinched slightly when one of the attackers tried to peel her off of the aunt, when a strange metal shard came flying past the guy as he dodged it. She quickly got up to her feet, seeing Flynn creating missiles somehow which she knew wasnt one of his powers at all. She came to the same conclusion that Bonnie did as well, that wasnt Flynn at all, Cassandra instantly went to shield herself as The Father used his powers.

Seeing a massive hydra appearing in front of them, and the creature started to light her up with fire feeling the massive heatwave hitting her. Cass had been hit by Flynn's fire at one point as well, and knew that she couldnt stand it for to long however, she extended her hand out towards the Father as a massive blizzard appeared all around her. When the son suddenly shoved Bonnie over the ledge of the stairwell, her eyes going wide seeing her best friend falling. And the others fighting in Agent 13's Apartment seeing Matt getting attack by Flynn as well made her angry. Clenching her fists, Cass ran forward running past the hydra and into the little blizzard she had made, and punched the father as hard as he could. Knocking the guy out rather quickly, Cassandra looked down seeing his skin shifting seeing that it was a yet another Skrull.

"Their skrulls!" Cassandra yelled as she turned to look for some kind of rope, but she couldnt find anything at all turning towards Niah getting a really dumb idea. "I'm going after Bonnie." She said before jumping off of the bannister and started to fall, seeing Bonnie wasnt to far, she managed to catch Bonnie and shifted her weight so that she would hit the ground first. Using her own body to cushion their fall hoping that her dermal armor would protect her enough, feeling the wind getting knocked out of her, and feeling completely dazed as well. "Are you okay Bonnie?" Cass asked Bonnie, her back was really sore but nothing felt broken at all, if she didnt have dermal armor she would have broken her spine which she was lucky.

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Maria watched as Sparky continued to fall, and Amelia quickly swooping down to try and catch Sparky, and flew down to catch up to the two of them as she tried to zap Amelia. Only for her powers to fizzle out twice groaning slightly and getting a little bit annoyed as well, crossing her arms over her chest and shrugged slightly. "I thought it was a good idea, trust falls are suppose to be spontaneous and all that right?" She said smirking a little bit.

"So, anyway should we just continue on our way to New York now?" She asked, as if nothing had happened just now she looked over towards Sparky and gave her a slight smile. "Sorry I was going to catch you, Amelia caught you though which means she has your back right?" She said, Maria had a feeling that Sparky was going to hit her or something as well.

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Kwassi Asokho

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Skills: Bio-Engineering, Jack of All Trades: Science, Chemistry, Toxicology.

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Everything was fine. This was fine. Kwassi looked about the room, taking in the scenery as he tried to develop a plan of attack. Blow for blow Flynn had been matching him and he needed to get an upper hand. As Matt played the loving part of distraction, being slammed up and down by Uncle Suger, Kwassi took the opening to run head first towards the bathroom, rolling into the small room and blessing that he left the door ajar. As soon as he was in he shut the door closed, grabbed his Escrima stick and held it horizontally. Pressing his finger on the shaft, a faint blue glow appeared and the stick grew from itself until it was long enough to barricade the door incase anyone tried to break it in. He needed to work and he would take all the chaos from outside and allow them to keep each other company so he could do so. Kwassi laid down his portable chem kit, placing on his gloves and goggles, and began to mix Sulfuric Acid, Water, and Hydrogen Peroxide into a glass container with a magnetic stirrer.

As fighting ensued outside he could hear Agent Reed claim they were Skrulls. Bonnie had confirmed his earlier suspicions that Flynn wasn't who he said he was. Kwassi had expected either HYDRA, a robotic double, or Skrulls. He really didn't like Skrulls. The solution now finished, he used the spout to carefully pour it into 5 of his emptied throwing darts. Clipping 4 back onto his belt, staching away his chem kit and brass knuckles, and then opening the door to rejoin the fight. He threw his first dart at Flynn, landing the blow as the corrosive acid would make quick work of any organic matter. Satisfied that it may be enough, he peered into the hallway to see who was left and decided the troublesome teen with a penchant for metal was the best bet. Throwing another of his darts at the boy and narrowly making his target so he too would begin to feel the solution eating away at him.

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"That was really stupid Cass! You could have broken...everything." Had the woman wiped her reasoning? Niah shook her head. Agent 13 was fighting with one of the younger people in the group. Niah, even knowing that these were Skrulls, preferred a non-lethal method. Also, she figured if this kid could control metal it would be dumb to try to hit him with bullets. She shot at the younger son missing every shot, but at least none of them hit any friendlies.

She was concerned though. Was Flynn a Skrull too? Had she embarrassed herself for no reason? That pissed her off a bit. How long had he been one? Or what appeared to be an LMD. Had she had that 'heart-to-heart' with not-Flynn. What the hell? The fight in the hall was tense, but it seemed like the tide was turning to their side. With Cass having knocked out tornado dude, and Kwassi had shot Flynn with something. Niah didn't know what it was though, she hoped it was just an ICER or something similar.

On the plus side, Bonnie might be less heartbroken now that Flynn was an imposter and not her boyfriend. It had to be at least a little relieving for her. Niah didn't know why, but it kind of made her sad to think that.

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Matt didn't have a weapon, except his hands. Cass had saved him though. He was lucky. That blow should have killed him. He was stunned by that, and then even more stunned when Cass said she was going after Bonnie and leaped off the banister. What the hell was she was thinking? Matt liked Bonnie well enough but he didn't think he would have lept like that to save her. Or anyone else in the group...except Cass. He definitely would have done that for Cass.

The Older son had grabbed at Cass, but had to dodge an errant metal shard from the younger. Matt took the opening and released some of whatever it was in him that paralyzed people. His inhuman power. The one that had changed his life so completely that he was fighting in the apartment near Captain Roger's. The Older son dropped. Matt took a deep breath and turned that only left the younger and Flynn-the-imposter. In combat with Agent 13. Matt didn't know what had happened to the younger girl, she had disappeared. He hoped that wasn't her power. Kwassi had shot Flynn again, maybe this time it would be useful.

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"Oh so someone seems to have figured it out haven't you? Took you long enough, honestly, the guy hasn't been around for a while now and you are just now starting to notice that I'm not him? Seriously you idiots don't seem to think anything is off about anything now do you? Supposedly some of the most capable people in the world and you don't notice anything that is literally right in front of you!" he taunted slightly with a bit of a laugh as Kwassi's dart hit him and he stumbled back, gritting his teeth from the pain before he turned and glared right at Kwassi, his eyes flashing with anger.

"That was a big mistake," he said through gritted teeth as he pointed his hands at him, before he fired off another round of the explosive missiles. Unfortunately, the pain from the dart and acid (or whatever it was) caused his first two attempts to go wide and miss him entirely. His last missile however aimed true, as the explosive slammed into Kwassi, throwing him through a wall, as well as breaking his ribs in the process. Flynn followed after him, still glaring directly at Kwassi. "You don't know what you are dealing with right now do you?" he added, still glaring.

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To say that Sparky was not in the best mood with what had more or less just happened to her was a bit of an understatement. Though her thoughts on the subject took the backseat for a little bit, considering how her stomach currently felt Sparky shook her head slightly at Amelia, before she slipped her hand out of her grasp and flew down to land on the ground with a thud, before she proceeded to puke. The change in speeds suddenly, mixed with having her powers zapped and being pregnant were not a good mix, and so she could not stop herself. At least she managed to wait until she was on the ground and not hurling anything onto a poor bystander on the ground.

"Ugh, that was horrible..." she muttered, stumbling slightly, a bit uneasy on her feet from everything. That was definitely not okay, and if Maria wasn't married to her best friend she probably would have flown up there once she regained her footing and strangled her. "I need to relax for a little bit, not too keen on zipping off like that right away," she called up to them, not too sure if they could really hear what she was saying, it didn't matter too much though. She really needed to just keep her feet on solid ground for a little while.

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Hallway
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, Superspeed

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Oliver gave her an odd look, before his phone rang and his blood ran cold. Hollowly, he picked up the phone, and, while maintaining eye contact, listened to his father deliver the news that time was running out. Inhaling, he said, "Alright dad, I'll get there as soon as I can. Please. Tell Mom I'm coming, and that I love her too, okay?" After a moment, he hung up, calmly put his phone in his pocket, and then, almost acting on pure instinct, got behind The Daughter, and wrapped one of his arms around her chest, putting her in a body lock. With his free hand, he flattened he held his fingers out and together, and started to phase them.

Sticking his hand right on the inside of her throat, his eyes narrowed, and his voice turned cold. "Listen, and listen closely. You try to move, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You attack me, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You give me any answer that I think is bullshit, I will stop my hand, and you will die." With that last sentence, he tightened his grip a bit, before losing concentration, and getting his hand stuck, tearing her throat open. Thinking on his feet, he took his hand, and covered the cut with it, before continuing. "Sorry about that, my hand slipped. The good news is now you get to die when I remove my hand, the bad is, until I do, you're going to be choking to death on your own blood. So here's the deal." He said, his voice filled with malice.

"You're going to choke out whatever words you can, and tell me exactly how you know about my mother. You will tell me why you want me off the board, and you'll tell me who the fuck you are." He sneered, tightening his grasp on her throat. "Until you do, I will do everything in my power to make your death as painful as I possibly can. When I'm satisfied, one way or another, that's when you get to die. The only choice you have left in your life is if you want to die in pain and misery, or if you want it quick and easy." Oliver felt inhuman right now, in a way he never did before. These people knew about his mom, and if they had anything to do with her dying, he would burn every last one of them. "I am Thane, son of Thanos, and if that doesn't make you fear for everyone you ever knew or loved, then you're too stupid to be useful to me." Those words felt toxic in his mouth, but it was about the most intimidating thing he could conceive of.

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The Hallway Outside Captain America's Apartment...

The Younger Son hissed in pain, the acid burning his skin. He was lucky that Asokho hadn't gone for a basic solution, as his skin would have been coming off in clumps. He glanced at the Uncle briefly. The Uncle in turn looked at Flynn and nodded at him. The Uncle started to make a gigantic tornado, about to undoubtedly unleash some sort of diabolical plan, when Agent 13 somehow came out of nowhere and kicked him in the head so hard he fell unconscious.

"Sorry. I don't have time for villain bullshit," Agent 13 said unapologetically.

The Younger Son looked around the room, before he bolted for the stairs, running on up them as fast as he could - he was headed for the quinjet.

The Hallway Below Captain America's Apartment...

The Daughter made a strange gurgling noise - she was laughing. Oliver's hand on the back of her neck was stopping most of the blood flow, but not all of it. She wasn't going to survive this and she knew it, she accepted it. She could have told him the truth as to how she knew about his mother - that she had psionic intuition - but that wasn't worth using her last moments on. No, if she was going to die, she wanted to leave a lasting impression.

Her skin rippled, but the wound remained as her form shifted. The Daughter didn't have a striking resemblance to Selena Gomez anymore. Instead, she was the spitting image of Oliver. "You - will - fall," she choked on out. Her heart struggled out a few more beats. She drew her last breath and then grew still.

Levittown, Pennsylvania...

Astrad's radio crackled slightly with static as his supervisor, Agent Sitwell, replied. "It's not one of ours. If you get a clean shot, take it down. A secondary team of agents is en route to your location." According to his radar, the three UFO's had just touched down about a block away. It must have been a group of stealth craft, right? He wouldn't have heard any loud engines or anything that an ordinary plane would have had.

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Bonnie blinked, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. In one moment, she had been falling - and in the next, she was cushioned by Cass' body, safe and sound on the ground floor. She didn't even seem to have any serious injuries, as she experimentally wiggled her fingers and toes. Her head felt fine as well. It was another thing to put under the file of odd occurrences, things that happened to her that she just couldn't explain. Even if Cass broke her fall, she should have sustained some injuries - she was just a normal human.

Her mind flickered briefly back to the vision she had had when facing the Black Order outside the prison. She really needed to look into that more. Maybe she could send an email to Doctor Strange and get his opinion on it. It was definitely outside of her area of expertise and it was becoming more and more difficult to deny that it had happened. "Shockingly, I'm fine," she answered Cass. "Thanks - that was stupid and reckless of you, but thanks."

"We've got to get back on up there. The imposter is our best chance at finding Flynn," Bonnie added earnestly, as she got up off of Cass and offered her a hand to help her to her feet.

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Amelia frowned, seeing the little smirk on Maria's face. Agent Smith was rubbing her entirely the wrong way. She was willfully malicious and didn't seem to understand danger - Amelia winced slightly, realizing that she didn't sound like herself. She loved risk, her dream date would be holding hands and jumping out of an airplane over a volcano. But risk was only fun is everyone involved enjoyed it. "You're being a complete dick. You might want to rethink that or I'll slug ya in the face," Amelia told Maria.

She then went into a dive, flying after Sparky. Sparky seemed to have intentionally gone down this time though, which was a relief as Amelia wouldn't have been able to catch her in time to prevent her being smeared into the pavement. She winced sympathetically, noticing the vomit on the ground. "You alright, mate? You want me to go and beat up that ass? I'll do it, I can probably put her inside of a tornado or something if I try hard enough." Amelia glanced around, noticing that they were in the middle of what looked like a massive suburb. A few people were gawking from the windows, pointing at the two superheroes.

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Astrad nodded as his superior, Agent Jaspher Sitwell (whom he called Jas inside his mind, thankfully Jasper did not have any telepathic abilities) issued orders to his station through the radio. Apparently, there were really no orders for any aircraft to pass through this airspace; this was in an area being used by SHIELD to search for two powerful assets being used by the squid heads in HYDRA after all. Still, it seemed odd that there were no sounds of engines or anything close to that sort; even cloaked Quinjets made a lot of noise when making a landing, so the three unidentified flying objects that had just landed must be some kind of stealth craft that have been optimized to touch down without being detected at all. But… they were detected on radar. Something isn't adding up. A lot of things were really out of place. Either way, Agent Lungren was going to follow his orders either way, but the oddness of the timing of their landing, the lack of engine sounds, and the fact that they were still detected on the radar made Astrad a little nervous. Inhumans and mutants were another possibility, as some of them have already been documented to possess the power of self powered flight, what with having wings and the ability to manipulate gravity.

Astrad proceeded to fulfil his orders, taking one last look at the monitors that were monitoring the area just to see that there was indeed no aircraft landing at all. Instead, there were three people, all of them women, dressed in mostly casual clothes. "Hm. Strange.", he thought to himself as he looked around. Ah, right. He did not have an ICER. Not the pistol variant anyway, as he has never been very good with closer ranged firearms anyway. He had good aim with rifles, sure, but he had no vantage point from which to aim his trademark rifle without startling the entire neighborhood. This will have to be taken with an entirely different approach. Who knows, these might even be SHIELD agents too, working in undercover just like himself… Maybe they just had a bad day and fell out of a plane?

He quickly went outside, dropping the cat on the floor as he pulled up his scarf. It didn't take Astrad long to get to the location of the landers; it was no less than a block away. The women were there, talking. Oddly enough, one of them looked like she had just vomited, as evidenced by the stain on the street. The people in the suburb were giving them weird looks. Perhaps because they just landed there without parachutes.

Deciding to use his own friendly nature, Astrad walked up to them, pretending to be a very helpful person. "Hey, hey, who just threw up?", he asked no one in the three in particular. "I have a lot of meds in the house…"

It was here that he tried to conjure ice chains, but instead he merely covered the ground with a layer of frost. Still, he adapted, and visibly showed ice beginning to form on his hands while showing the SHIELD badge that was set on his shirt inside his jacket. "I am agent Lungren of SHIELD, and you three have just flown over and landed without authorization. Identify yourselves or I will have three more popsicles for my fellow agents to load into the Fridge."

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Cassandra looked up at Bonnie for a moment as she got off of her, and offered a hand and accepted it as she slowly stood up cracking her neck slightly as well as her back. "Well I wasnt going to let you fall to your death, and i'm pretty sure that the real Flynn would be pissed off at me if I didnt try and rescue you." Cassandra said, she would have done it for Bonnie, or Matt without a second thought she would actually do anything to protect the members of her team as well. "Just promise you dont get knocked over any kind of stairwells again." She said.

She started to look around, she couldnt find any kind of elevator, groaning a little bit to herself and nodded towards Bonnie as she started to make her way up the stairs. Cassandra ran up several flights of stairs as fast as she could, and then paused when she watched Oliver's hand literally in the his own throat. She stared at the scene in front of her, she wasnt sure if that was the real Oliver or if the real Oliver was actually dead or not. "Step away from the body right now." Cassandra said staring at Oliver, he was a member of her team but if he attacked she would defend herself.

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Maria landed shortly behind Amelia and Sparky, holding up her arms slightly looking at her friend as she started to puke onto the ground wincing slightly. She looked at Amelia and held up her hand slightly, showing that she didnt mean any harm anymore as she stared at Amelia and Sparky. "Okay, it wasnt cool of me and i'm sorry I wasnt thinking at all really." Maria said calmly as she noticed some people there were gawking at them, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable when she heard someone talking and quickly turned around.

Seeing Astrad there and he started to freeze the ground around Amelia and Sparky, Maria quickly activated her stealth suit's capabilities by pressing the button on the left glove. And then she was completely gone, she made her way behind him she was about to kick him but miscalculated and tripped. She quickly got back up to her feet again, and kicked him in the back making Astrad stumble forward slightly, before turning off her stealth suit and pulled out her own SHIELD badge. "I'm Agent Maria Novikova, thats Agent Theresa Sparks, and I guess former Agent Amelia Baptiste, so how about you relax Elsa Wannabe. We are on our way to New York on our own business at the moment."

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Kwassi Asokho

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Kwassi avoided the two missiles that were launched at him, chalking it up to Flynns fatigue from combat. The explosions kicked up dust and debris that clouded his vision for a second before a third missile flew right into his chest, knocking him out of the room through a wall and causing him to fall on his back. The wind was immediately knocked out of him as he gasped for air and caught some dust in his throat. Choking and coughing as Flynn approached him. "I know exactly what I'm dealing with. An inferior agent." He spoke through coughs as he looked Flynn dead in the eye. Kwassi feinted a kick and used the momentum to spin up, grab Flynns shirt, and hurl him over the stairwell drop before letting him fall.

He took a few steps forward towards Agent Moss and the others, seeing the Youngest looking skrull attempting to escape. Kwassi had one arm wrapped around his stomach, pressing his wound while holding his ribs that eminated pain. The other hand grabbing his ICER and shooting two more shots towards the fleeing skrull. Each missed as the clanked against the stairs, while Kwassi sucked air through his gritted teeth. "Don't let him get away!" Damn he wished they had a healing mutant with them. Why couldn't the Terrigan gas have gifted him the ability to heal?

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Niah could hear that Oliver had a fight down a floor or two, and Cass was then telling someone to step away from the body. She tensed up. Was Oliver dead? She wanted to head down there and find out what was going on, but there was a whole lot going on their floor still. Cass could handle herself. But she looked at Matt, "Something wrong is going on downstairs. I think Oliver is down." She did not expect what Matt did next.

Matt bolted down the hall. The Younger was heading for the Quinjet and they could not allow that to fall into his hands. Niah was saying something to him, but his focus was on the Skrull. He knew Cass had survived her suicidal leap after Bonnie. Matt tripped. Maybe there was a section of flooring that was off, he couldn't say. Especially since he was now flipping over the railing and following the same trajectory as Cass and Bonnie. He cursed.

Niah realized that Matt and Agent Asokho were trying to stop one of the Skrulls. He was heading the direction of the Quinjet. That made sense, but why had Matt jumped over the railing? She raised her ICER and took two shots. The first missed. The second found its target and the Skrull fell to the ground. She sighed a little relieved. Niah had gotten used to shooting multiple shots because it seemed her first one or two never hit.

Matt reached out, his fingertips brushed the wall, and then he saw the railing of a landing. Thankfully he had good enough reflexes. It hurt with the change in velocity but he wasn't hitting the ground floor with a splat at least. He winced and tried to pull himself up but his shoulders weren't in the right position for it. He looked down, he could drop and possibly land without hurting himself. He was up a floor from the ground floor.