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𝑰𝑻 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶
-𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏
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SCOTT GRABBED Christina's hand, giving it a squeeze. Luis had called Scott in the middle of his family dinner, telling him there's a new job he could do.

"Here's the deal. Just give me the facts." Scott eyed Luis, who looked a little too eager for his comfort.

"Just the facts," his friend repeated, nodding.

"Only the facts," Scott confirmed, nodding once. "Breathe. Focus. Keep it simple."

"No, no, no. No doubt, no doubt. Okay."

"You're in for a real one." Christina sighed, moving back to Kurt who was eating out of a to-go Chinese container.

"So, I'm at this art museum with my cousin Ignacio, right? And there was this, like, abstract expressionism exhibit, but you know me, I'm more like a Neo-Cubist kind of guy, right? But there was this one Rothko that was sublime, bro. Oh, my God,"

Scott shot out his hand, causing Chris to laugh with food in her mouth.

"Luis,"

"Okay. Sorry, sorry. I'm just...you know, uh, I just get excited and stuff. But anyway, anyway. When Ignacio tells me, Yo, I met this crazy fine writer chick at this spot last night. Like, fine, fine, crazy stupid fine. And he goes up to the bartender and goes: Look at the girl I'm with? You know what I'm sayin'? She's crazy stupid fine, right?

Christina set aside her chopstick, joining Scott's side and listening to Luis' story.

"And the bartender's all like: Yeah, crazy stupid fine. So this writer chick tells Ignacio, Yo, I'm like a boss in the world of guerrilla journalism, and I got mad connects with the peeps behind the curtains. You know what I'm sayin'? Ignacio's like; For real? And she's like, Yeah. You know what, I can't tell you who my contact is, because he works with the Avengers."

Scott closed his eyes, bowing his head. "Oh no..."

"Yeah! And this dude sounds like a badass, man!" Luis beamed, nodding his head. Christina cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Like he comes up to her and says, Yo, I'm looking for this dude who's no one seen, who's flashing this fresh tack, who's got, like, bomb moves, right? Who you got?

"She's like, Well, we got everything nowadays, we got a guy who jumps, we got a guy who swings, we got a guy and a girl who crawls up the walls. You gotta be more specific. And he's like, I'm looking for a guy who shrinks. And I'm like: Damn! I got all nervous cause I keep mad secrets for you, bro."

"Oh shit," Christina laughed, knowing where this story was heading. Scott furrowed his brows, still confused.

"So I asked Ignacio, Did badass tell the stupid fine writer chick to tell you to tell me because I'm tight with that man, that he's looking for him?"

"And? What'd he say?"

"He said yes!" Luis finally finished, ending off with an awkward smile between the two. As he looked between the two, Scott was still frowning and Christina was grinning from ear to ear.

She gave Scott a side-glance. "That...never gets old, I tell ya."

"SO, WHAT did you call me down here for? I find it a little suspicious that Hope is in on this too..." Christina tried to joke as they entered the basement.

Hank opened the door to his lab, followed by the two women. "There's something I want to show you. Hope and I were talking about it for a while."

"Should I be scared?" She asked, glancing at Hope. Hope pursed her lips, shaking her head.

Hank led them both to the back of the lab, "I realized you can't destroy power, all you can do is to make sure that it's in the right hands."

Entering a code to a keypad, a concrete door suddenly slid open, revealing a uniform that was similar to Scott's; only having different colours and a large span of wings to the back of it.

Christina's eyes widened.

"This is an advanced prototype that Hope's mother and I worked on together. She never got to use it, but now I realize that we were..." He paused, looking at Hope. Hope nodded, encouraging him on. "We were working on it for someone like you."

Christina slowly approached the suit, running her fingers along the material. Slowly turning her head, Christina flashed a smirk.

"Maybe it's time we finished it."

She breathed in confidently. "Maybe we should..."