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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

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VALERIE G. BARTON
 Posted: Dec 18 2016, 01:46 AM
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The old rusted pick up truck came to a slow halt along the side of the highway. Air's cold kiss hit her once she threw open the rusted door. Night had fallen, a heavy winter storm had set in once she was several hours from the nation's capital. She'd hitch hiked the last couple of days. She had to be careful getting through each of the state lines. Before she even made it across her first checkpoint Val had to ditch the undercover Shield loaded with various tech, ammo, resources, and weapons. She'd of course eliminated the evidence of the cargo and the SUV. The fire would take care of that little problem.

The kind scruffy older gentleman wished her a good evening before she closed the door to his ride. The door creaked as it slammed shut. Reaching in the bed Valerie pulled out a black duffle back in which held her collapsible bow and arrows, along with a few other items of personal importance. The heavy bag slug over her shoulder as she strolled along the side of the road as the older model truck slowly pulled into truck, the red lights revealed itself to her eyes.

Reaching into her leather jacket Val pulled out a small device and snapped it onto a slender left wrist. The device's screen lit up with a welcome screen that featured a cartoon dog wearing a fez. It barked twice and allowed Valerie to access the files on the portable computer. Fingers worked to bring up a map of the location. This hanger hadn't been in use by Shield for quite some years. Val had a feeling she'd find quite a bit of goods stored in this place. MRE's weren't a great meal, but after years of having them it's what she pretty much only knew.

Heavy combat boots crunched under snow as she made her way into the tree line. The map on her computer stated the hanger was a good distance away. It would take her a good deal of time to just simply walk there. Stopping after a few paces, she took the bow out of back, along with the quiver of arrows. Val had gotten to his far by being careful. There wasn't any way she was going to get caught off guard by anything tonight.

Hours pasted in the darkness of the night. The moon's light was hard to see through the storm's clouds. Snow had started to fall again, heavy and the wind started to pick up. Picking a hat out of her bag, the fabric was pulled down of her head. At least her ears wouldn't freeze by the time she got to where she was heading.

After a steep climb Valerie reached a rocky out crop. A small groan escaped her parted lips as she knew that the destination was within her grasp. Gloved hands ran across the surface of the stone facing. The former Shield agent was use to things being more direct, not so well hidden. The temperature was starting to drop fast, her nose and face were starting to numb. Hands explored the rough exterior even faster as she sensed time was running out.

Just when she was getting even more frustrated, a blue light reached out and scanned her being. "Scanning bio reference." The cold male computer voice said as it attempted to recognize her identity. It stopped once it read Agent Coulson's old badge in her front jacket pocket. "Welcome Agent Coulson." The voice said opening an entrance within the vast expanse. Rock scrapped against rock as it slid aside to show a long hallway. Light's flickered on and off as she was granted access. Without delay she barged into the space, the door slid closed behind her. The light's didn't seem to be able to keep stable.

The path before her seemed to go on for a good bit. Valerie didn't bother to wait but went first steam ahead. The base of operation hadn't been used in years. There were a host of things hanging from the ceiling as proof of that. It was a only a matter of a few minutes before she reached another wall, this one smooth of course. This too slid open, but allowing her to lay witness to a far greater expanse. The hanger was suppose to have Quinn jets and other type things housed there. Now it seemed to be entirely different. Even the walls were lined with a different type of substance. To say she was surprised was a complete understatement. Moving to a computer terminal in the wall, Barton was now more than a little curious. A little hacking into who or whatever changed the hanger would help shed a little light upon the mystery before her. Pulling out a little cord from her computer upon her wrist she was able to plug into the terminal, by prying off the face plate with a knife from her pocket. "Hey there sexy. How about tell me all your dirty little secrets hmm? The woman said trying to crack into the heavily secured system.
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 Posted: Feb 4 2017, 01:49 AM
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Antigone sat in control room painting her toenails, with her foot on the main controls for the holodome’s combat floor. Though it would seem that her only focus was painting her nails red and listening to music a little too loudly, that wasn’t everything that was going on. She was in the process of using the facility’s advanced technology to run tests on her own genetics. There was only so much she could physically do during the process of waiting for the machines to do their jobs. Trying to force the system to work faster would only be counterproductive.

Everything was going along just as any typical night usually went, until things took a turn for what Antigone would have called the impossible. << "Welcome Agent Coulson." >> Had she not been a technopath she would not have ‘heard’ the smooth sound of *Timothy Dalton welcoming Agent Coulson from her perch in the control room. Tig dropped the polish brush and managed to knock over the tiny bottle of varnish itself as she jerked to attention. Coulson was dead. Long dead. There was a zero percent chance that his zombified corpse had managed to stumble up the mountain and find the well concealed entry way.

She brought up the security feeds and zoomed in on the shots of the intruder’s face. Tig didn’t recognize the girl, who definitely was not Philip Coulson, and began running facial recognition on the intruder. It was too late to lock her in the entry way as the kid had somehow made it past the security program. She pulled up the scans, that ‘somehow’ was Coulson’s S.H.I.E.L.D. credentials. Which opened up a whole new can of worms. The kid had it in her head to take a knife to one of her control panels. Before Antigone could even think about what she was doing, her hands were already slamming buttons on the panel turning on the anti-gravity and cranking it to the highest level. She technopathically set every single one of Knife Party’s songs to simultaneously play in the Wreck Room at a loud, but not ear drum bursting, volume. It was the most disorienting thing should could think of in that moment.

Antigone ran her hands through her hair, silently glad nobody was around to see just how genuinely freaked out she was. The advanced recognition software was still running and coming up empty on all databases. Stark was on her feet and without even really noticing, was pacing the length of the control panel. Did she have a plan for this? What was it? What was the plan? Antigone forced herself to stop, hands clasped on the back of the chair she had been sitting in, and take a few deep breaths. She hadn’t planned on anyone getting past the entry. There was no record of the facility’s existence anywhere, she’d made sure of it. Coulson’s credentials. How? Who?

She turned down the volume of the chaotic noise in the Wreck Room so that the PA system would work and communication would be possible. The vocal scans she had taken from the security system when the girl breached the threshold were now running. It appeared English was her first language so communication seemed plausible. Physically pressing the comm button gave Tigs some comforting level of control. “Drop your weapons or I will be forced to drain all the oxygen from the room.” It was a little extreme, but threatening to turn on a giant magnet didn’t have as much of an impact. As she spoke she used her abilities to use the Wreck Room’s sensors to fully scan the stranger.


*Yes, the Wreck Room’s primary male voice is now officially Timothy Dalton.
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The place was empty as a tomb. One big memorial to an agency long since passed into the pages of history. Someone had clearly stumbled upon the place and made it into something else. Valerie was of course cautious that Division had gotten their greedy little fingers on it. That they'd stole the transportation, copied it, and reserved engineered it. Anger swelled in her chest. Revenge was something that was always on her mind, but for now she'd settled for the mystery at hand.

The computer program with the body of a dog quickly moved around her small screen. Barking at the various bits of codes. It's tongue licked here and there, preparing her to gain access. A smile was about to form on her face when the feeling of weightlessness over took her. "What the shit!" Saying has her limbs all flailed about helplessly. Eyes looked to the black bag besides her, it also was feeling the effects of this flying. Gray matter knew that she wasn't able to fly, no technology was at hand in this instance.

Flubbing for the bag, Valerie was able to opening it and withdraw her collapsible bow. Fingers were only able to grab three arrows. The bow snapped to it's normal state, the only problem was that with the loss of gravity the motion caused her to spin in the vast room. "Balls!" The words were said with great complaint. Slowly she started to get dizzy from the motion. Both eyes tried to stay focused on a single point, to try and reframe from getting ill. She only had a flash bang, grappling, and foam arrow. Only really one of them was use full.

Whoever had the music going had some rather interesting choice in things. It wasn't horrible, but she did enjoy it quite a bit. It did set the mood for things. "You trying to woo me or something?" Val said out loud to no one she could lay eyes upon. The threat to suffocate her if she didn't comply didn't sit well with her. A frowny face scrolled across her young features. A death threat wasn't something to take lightly, even if her words seemed like she was.

"Think I'll pass, k." The return came lightning fast. Letting go of the bow for a spilt second to fish inside her garments to pull out a pair of black sunglasses. Slipping them over her eyes Val once again grabbed the bow which floated in front of her."Haaa-bersky!" Years of practice meant the motion was smooth and fast. The flash bang arrow wed notched and then fired towards the center of the vast complex. What came next was something truly impressive. For the arrow held a bright charge, good enough to fill the entire space with a flash of burning white light. Which of her arrows had a series of notches carved into their shaft, a way for her to tell what kind they were, even in a place with limited light.

With the benefit of eye sight, Barton readied the grappling arrow and waited till the next rotation. Once it came she fired it towards the control panel. The arrow head dug into the wall without resistance, for it was made of a special metal. Without hesitation she pulled herself quickly towards the wall. Plugging herself once again into the computer system, fingers worked quickly to restore the gravity. As hackers go she was good, faster than most. It only took a mere couple of seconds, but things returned to a normal state. That was the room at least, Val landed on her face once the gravity returned. With eyes shut in pain, she got to her feet, shaking her head. "Not the face, oh god, not the face." Finally opening her eyes, Val was able to make a door open on the far side of the complex wall. Turning she scooped up the bag, shouldering it, running like a bat out of hell for the exit.

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Collapsible bow? Considering that she had recently mind wiped another archer, she found the bow thing to be a little concerning. Antigone could have used the Wreck Room to keep the little archer from firing even a single arrow, but opted to utilize the little time she had to send the installation into full lock down. No matter how many arrows the kid had or how good of a hacker she thought she was, Not-Coulson wouldn’t be getting out of the building. Not unless Stark allowed it, and she was in no mood to let the interloper escape. There were too many questions that Antigone had no answers for, which only served to piss her off even more.

She was fortunate to have been busy when the flash-bang arrow went off, but that didn’t mean the sudden burst of light went unnoticed. Nor did the... grappling hook arrow? What sort of Saturday morning cartoonery was going on? Sure, the Hawkeyes had used customized and trick arrows but that was practically another lifetime ago. Even Winona’s crazy friend ‘Pyotr Barton’ had enough sense not to go around using the ridiculousness of old. There weren’t any real Hawkeyes left anymore anyway. They were dead. Even Clint’s daughter was dead. She died the day the last hellicarrier went down... with Coulson.

Nope. No. No way. Antigone refused to believe what her brain was trying to tell her. It was too difficult to believe, it had to be someone’s sick joke. The anti-gravity was off and Stark took some small pleasure out of the girl falling on her face. She was grateful that she had been able to complete the lock down and that it could only be undone from within the control booth. She put a technopathic clamp on the control panels just to be on the safe side. The kid was a speedy hacker, it would have been impressive had it not been used on her tech.

Stark turned on the red emergency backup lighting to keep the kid from hurting herself too badly when she inevitably tried to escape. “You go to the trouble of breaking into my home, but you’re not even going to stay for a drink? Ruuuude.” Technopath started a new programme from scratch, making it seem like there was more than just herself and a bunch of bots within the building. Voices, lights, alarms, shadows. It wasn't real, there was no squad of agents getting ready to play capture the unfriendly, but the kid didn't need to know that. Antigone went so far as to close and lock the holodeck door once the girl was far enough a way from the door. "There's no record of you anywhere, kid. You mind explaining that?"
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Valerie could tell she was in a world of issues. Whoever had taken over the old hanger had clearly made changes. There wouldn’t be an escape via flight in this place. Val wondered if she could go the way she came, but then the strange voice made the room into something else. Red light flooded the area of the vast complex. ”Just fan fuckin’tastic.” The Shield agent thought to herself, trying to think of a way to get herself out of this situation without too much injury for herself. Reaching back to her quiver she notched a regular titanium arrow, ready for anything they’d throw at her.

Ears picked up the sound of voices and the clear alarm in the distance. A bit of rage built up in her, thinking that Division had found this place and she just strolled into the lion’s den. The voice had the nerve to tease her too. A small smirk formed on her features. At least they had sense of humor. ”You know. Places to be. People to see.” The voice was hard to pin point. She could have been anywhere really. Valerie hated being unsure about things, it drove her a bit nuts really. ”Kid? Really?” That was just rude really. Valerie thought to herself.

”I’ve got my I.D. card right here. I’m sure we can settle this issue out.” Valerie said using her eyes to scan the room, ready for anything to make a move closer. Whoever was talking from the speakers was a fast programmer. Valerie knew that hacking her way out of this situation was out of the question. Whatever she tried the other was just one step ahead of herself. Which was rare considering she was trained by one of the best in the world. No one was swarming her location, which was odd for all the alarms going off. She wasn’t going to get taken alive, no she’d kill as many as she could before being taken down. Enough to make Daisy proud before she saw her in whatever came after this life, if anything was there.

The brunette loosened her grip on the arrow and stood at ease. This was just a front really. She could draw and release as fast as her father could. ”Ok, Kelly LeBrock. Why don’t you come out and stop using this weird science on me and let’s talk.” Val had watched all of the bunkers movies. Which were usually all the old films, favorites of Agent Coulson and Agent Johnson.
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 Posted: Jul 12 2017, 06:10 PM
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Not being able to put a name to the intruder was going to drive her crazy. "Oh please, everyone knows how easy it is to get a passable fake IDENT Card these days." Alright, so that was a slight exaggeration. Passable fakes were difficult to get anywhere near Chicago since the MCEA went out of their way to shut down forgers. Antigone could only name two paper forgers other than herself in the entire state. However with the archer's complete nonchalance about having just broken into what was once a secret SHIELD base, there was a good chance that getting or making fake papers was likely a breeze for the girl.

Think, Stark. That nagging, impossible thought was still actively tossing itself around inside her head, yet she still refused to believe it. Usually she had no difficulty in trying to explore all the options, no matter the improbability, but this ridiculousness was hitting too close to home for the girl who used to get piggybacks from the God of Thunder. With a deep breath and great reluctance she set her facial recognition software into a different mode, running every face of SHIELD-related children in her database through aging up software and then cross-referencing it with this girl.

Needing something to do on a phyisical level, the technopath crossed the control room to the S.H.I. Terminal and began to work on reconnecting some of the backup tech to the room the archer was now trapped in. Antigone laughed at the retro film reference. Half the time whenever she made a Kelly LeBrock reference it was met with blank stares. "You're twelve! How do you know Weird Science?" Stark psychically rendered a lifelike display of Kelly as her Weird Science character and projected it onto the large monitor adjacent to where the archer stood.

"Right then," The Lisa rendering on the large screen said to the mystery girl. "We seem to be at a bit of an impasse. I'm not coming down and I am most certainly not letting you any farther into my home." Ultron turned off the 'scrambling agents' program but left the entire installation, with the exception of the control booth, on it's emergency backup lighting. "You might think that you are Bilbo, I'm Smaug and this is Erebor but that assessment would be wrong." She continued working to reactivating some of the tech in the archer's area.

One of the wall panels lit up with a large red octagon with a white hand in the middle of it, below the monitor at a natural height for someone to reach out and touch. Emergency genetic identity verification tech, it would scan her palm and take a small dna sample should she touch it. Antigone continued to speak through the faux-Kelly "This place was abandoned and emptied out when I got here. All the pseudo-treasure in this place, I put here. And quite frankly, I would rather bring this entire mountain down on us than let any of fall under fascist control."


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There were somethings that the younger agent wasn’t an expert in yet. Faking documents was out of her experience, but there was always those in the shady bits of society that were willing to do the task for the right amount of cash. Val had yet to visit one within this city, but if she survived this place, with this person than that was stop number one. That all depended on if she was going to get out of this alive or a prisoner. ”Seems like you’re speaking from experience. Interesting.” Valerie said trying not to sound concerned, but it was there.

Valerie said loosening her grip on her bow and holstering the arrow she had drawn. Val couldn’t help but chuckle. ”Twelve? Really? I mean if you’re security sucks that much for a twelve-year-old to get through than you have issues. Also, who hasn’t seen that movie. It’s a classic, deal with it.” Barton didn’t like being called a kid, that was just insulting. Then the thing appeared in front of her. ”Sweet bloody Christmas!” Val said taking a step back. The woman wasn’t there a minute ago. So either she was a mutant with some crazy powers like teleportation and shapeshifting or it was some computer thing. Plus, it was Kelly LeBrock in her prime. She’d been dead for years. ”Color me impressed, whoever you are.” Val said admitting her admiration.

”So it would seem.”Val wished she had the same computer power she had back at the bunker. The device on her wrist was no match for the system this person clearly had before her. Hacking into this system would be extremely hard, but not impossible. She needed more computing power to get through the walls of security. ”Nice reference there. I do love me some Tolken.” She admitted a little about herself, but nothing to give away too much. ”But this isn’t you’re home. It’s really mine, or rather I should say belonged to some friends of mine that left it to me. So, it seems like we have a bit of trouble here.” Valerie said on edge, ready for she could think of happening next.

The line she dropped about the mountain made her think a little more closely about what was happening here. Perhaps this person, whoever she was, may be telling the truth. ”Although I may hate the fact that you’re in my home, I can respect you’re determination at keeping your home safe.” Val said standing a little more at ease. ”So say, for hypnoticals, to say that I was out to bring down the fascists. I feel like we would be talking about the same company.” There was a sense that Division was the subject of their equally shared loathing.

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 Posted: Jan 26 2018, 08:11 AM
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Antigone was getting increasingly frustrated with the situation. She didn't want to like this stranger with the flimsy story and a dead hero's security clearence. It was one too many mysterious archers popping up and claiming SHIELD affiliation while lacking any real evidence to back up their claims. Sure. She had managed to confirm that Winona's friend 'Pyotr Barton' was genetically related to whom he claimed he was, but beyond that he was a ghost. Ultron was still willing to bet he was Division or possibly KGB.

The holographic Kelly rolled its eyes at the girls continued insistence she belonged in the Wreck Room. "Uh it's really not your home, Not-Phillip." Antigone was doing the best she could not let things devolve into childish 'I know you are but what am I' name calling tactics. It was hard. This person was a direct threat to her friends, her make-shift family and all the people she had helped escape Division and go into hiding. Mutants and Ex-SHIELD Agents included.

"What you're saying is insane and also super impossible." Safe up in the control room, Antigone began a fresh tactic. She manually began setting up a search, scanning every file she had that referenced Coulson and the day the last Hellicarrier fell. It kept her hands busy and prevented her from going down there and using all her Ultron strength to slap around the impostor. Letting this nerdy child see her face wasn't an option at this point. There was also the part where athletic leggings and a tank that read 'Han Shot First' didn't exactly scream 'battle ready' or 'intimidating'.

"These mysterious, probably fake, friends couldn't have 'left' this place to you because it wasn't theirs to give away. It's mine. It was given to me by my actual, not fictional, friends. Because I'm awesome and they need me to be fully operational." Antigone needed to put the pin in that particular topic before she said something she regretted or went down there to start some shit. Sure, she still had the memory wiping tech on hand but she didn't want it to become her go-to solution for all her problems.

"But yes. I suppose there is a very good chance that we feel similarly about a very specific Company and government branch."Kelly LeBroc cleared her throat, clearly marking a change in topic."Now," The hologram gestured to the glowing hand on the wall as if she were a flight attendant showing passengers the exits. "It puts its hand on the octagon, if it wants out of the room sometime in the foreseeable future." The good thing about having the girl trapped where she did was that it wouldn't take an overwhelming amount of effort to give the girl a good lungful of dendrotoxin.
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This was the moment that she’d regretted not bringing that one arrow. Sure, it was dangerous in tight confides, but Valerie didn’t like the fact that this stranger was holding her. Eyes did another glance around the large space, looking for something, anything she could use against this person. The hologram calling her names was straining on the Shield agent’s nerves. She’d been driving all night, only pulling over here and there for a bite to eat and to get her bearings. This intruder was starting to push buttons that would end in more violence. ”I’m not crazy. I’m not! I’ve been tested for it. Ok!” Barton blurted out almost like an enraged child.

If the voice only knew the lengths her father went to in order to keep her safe. This was beyond frustrating for the young Shield agent who was just looking for a place to crazy. She had to admit that this person had the upper hand and she was just stuck here. ”Fine. Do you have a DNA scanner?” Valerie said setting down the black bow on the cold floor. Raising her hands to show she wasn’t a threat anymore as she stood back up.

Fingers of her right hand moved to roll up the fabric of the sweatshirt upon the left arm. There was still dirt from the swamps of the south. She hadn’t the time to take a shower in a solid couple of days. One didn’t stop in the middle of Georgia, with the dead all around, to stop and worry about personal hygiene. The insult to her ‘fake’ friends made the agent’s blood boil, but instead of lashing out, Valerie just bit her lip. ”Sure, you’re right of course.” The young woman said trying not to sound bitter or sarcastic, but failing.

Unfortunately Valerie didn’t see any other choice but to follow the hologram’s instructions. ”Thanks Wild Bill.” The Shield Agent said walking towards the shape that the fake person ushered her towards. ”I’ll do you one better though.” Barton said placing her right palm on the octagon part of the wall. ”Run my DNA against Clint Barton. Then you’ll know the truth.” The archer said looking back at the hologram of her captor, then looking back at the wall. ”Valerie Barton. Surely there has to be something on me out there.” Val wasn’t completely sure of that. Phil was usually pretty good about getting things clean and tidy, but it was a hectic time back during the war.

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It was all Antigone could do not to completely lose her shit and start screaming at the trapped intruder. Valerie Barton was dead and had been for a very long time. Sure, the girl looked to be the age Val would have been and had some of her physical features but it wasn't all that hard to dig up that information and fake it. For all she knew the archer could be a metamorph, or a clone, or a fucking robot. None of those things were out of the question, not when Mystique, the Hive and Six existed.

Both the DNA profile and the facial recognition program verified that at least physically, the girl with Coulson's badge was Valerie. Antigone suddenly felt sick and allowed the Kelly LeBroc hologram to dissipate. It ruled out the possibility of her being a Skrull or Mystique in disguise, but did nothing to make the technopath feel any better. They were talking about people she had loved who were long dead and buried. Was this some sort of cosmic retribution for her 'year abroad'? Was this a sick prank being played on her by the team? It couldn't be real. It just couldn't be.

She had spent more than a decade helping agents hide from Division and other agencies or alternately just adjusting to a post-SHIELD world. None of them had said or done anything to indicate that this could have been a possibility. Sure, maybe Coulson had cleaned the situation up to make them disappear but wouldn't Connor have known? Wouldn't he have tried to get Val back to her family? Antigone slammed that mental door and did her best to lock it. Coulson's son had chosen Division over the remnants of their shared family. Fuck him, of course he wouldn't have known.

Holding down the comm-button to speak to the girl still locked in the silent room, Tigs asked the younger woman a question. "When Valerie was learning to play DND, she had a character that kept falling off of things and into wells. What was that character's name, classification and alignment?" She had used a similar tactic during her brawl with Steve in the garage, when trying to convince him that she wasn't her doppledroid. If this person and or thing could answer correctly, she would open the hidden door to the stairway that wound up to the control room. Sure, once she got up the stairs there was an energy shield in place to prevent her from coming any closer but at that range at least Antigone would be able to tell if she was a robot or not.
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She was sure that Phil had used one of the old Shield programs to remove parts of her Identification from all known systems. It was a long time ago, back when she was kid, and Val’s memory of those times wasn’t too spectacular. Phil had a tendency to use tech that Fury had laying out in cold storage for years. Although the bunker in Georgia wasn’t one of those storehouses, Phil had somehow find the time to grab up a few things on the way to it’s confines. ”Agent Coulson used a scrubber program to erase some of his agents from worldwide databases.” The woman said removing her hand from the datapad. ”You know, for spy purposes.” The young woman said seeming annoyed at having to confine in whoever had taken up residence in the hanger.

Eyes never stopped moving as she was on alert for a double cross. The supply of arrows had run to dangerously low levels, but if she survived a cross, whoever was up there would learn what real pain was. The lapse in words was making her feel uneasy. Whoever was up there in that glass fishbowl was probably debating if this was a step up. It what she would be checking for herself, if their roles were reversed. The old Shield files were filled with reports about robots, aliens, and mutants with shape changing abilities. Although at least her DNA didn’t lie, although there wasn’t any really on file anymore for the LeBroc to verify against.

The click of the communication device drew her attention back at the glass looking down at her. It was something that admittedly caught the young agent completely off guard. ”How the actual fuck…” The woman said in a puzzed tone. There was only a hand full of people who could have possibly known that she use to play Dungeons and Dragons when she was a kid. Trying to play with the older kids was fun, even if they made fun of her choices most of the time. ” It’s Slightly, the clumsy Halfling Ranger, Chaotic Neutral.” The archer said thinking about the times of her youth, playing the mostly clumsy and drunk ranger. Even at an early age she wanted to be an archer like her father. There were six other players in that game, mostly offspring of other famous heroes. It could have been any one of them above her, acting like some kind of jail keeper.

”Ok, thanks for dredging up the past. I’ve spilled the beans enough. I’ve showed you mine. Now how about you return the favor?” Valerie had driven miles in various stolen vehicles, living off energy drinks and junk food. Legs burned with exhaustion from continuous use. ”Unless you want to strip me for more useless tests. Just no alien probes ok?” Her humor was wearing thin due to staying up for almost two days straight.
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