"Absolutely not," Steve places his hands on his hips

I cross my arms," I'm going.

"There's no way I'm allowing you to go on this mission," He firmly protests.

"Come on, Steve, it's the last Scepter mission. You could use my help," I attempt to persuade," I'm the one who found the scepter, I should get to go."

"Emily, no. We need to keep you safe if something were to happen-"

I cut him off, "Nothing will. I'm just asking to tag along. I'll hang out with my dad and only go in if there's a code green."

He sighs, "I'm not going to win this am I?"

"Not a chance," I smirk.

He swears under his breath, "Okay, fine, but you will only go in if there's a code green and leave the ferret at the Tower."

"Yes! And language," I said before grabbing Fin Fang Foom and running off. I run through the halls and crash into Maria Hill aka the woman who hates my guts.

"Where's the fire?" She asks with no amusement in her voice as she picks my ferret off of the ground.

I take a step back," Sorry, I didn't see you there. I haven't seen you in a while, have you been avoiding me?"

"Yes, I have," She replies in a monotone voice. 

I shrug, taking my pet from her cold unforgiving hands," Fair enough, got to go." I side-step her and walk away.

"You sure you're up to go on this mission?" Natasha questions, "You haven't gone on one since the hormone bomb."

"I can still kick Clint's ass, so I'm fine," I comment and a ball is thrown at my head. Fin Fang Foom begins to play with the ball.

Clint scowls, "Shut up, Millie."

"Don't call me Millie," I tell him once again. "Plus I'm not lying."

"So what's the deal with your cousin?" Clint asks, obviously trying to change the subject.

I take a long sip from my Starbucks before answering, "In simple terms, we are descendants of people who were experimented on by Kree aliens. Skye's mom is alive but evil and when I went solo she kidnapped me and trained me on how to use my powers then erased my memory. A few months later, after Skye disappeared she took me to meet her mom who gave me a DVD that showed me a video of a conversation we had the last time we met. So I thought she was cool but then SHIELD got involved and everything got messy."

"You're half-alien?" Fin mocks Clint's posture as he asks this question.

"Inhuman, to be exact," I clarify.

Natasha glares at me, "You got kidnapped and didn't tell anyone?"

My eyes widen as I realize what I just did, "Uh, I...have memory problems. Brainwashing and all that."

"And the DVD?"

I look down at my feet, "Technically, you guys never said that if my evil half-alien aunt gave me a DVD of a conversation that I don't remember, I had to tell you."

"For future reference, next time tell us," She warns.

"Duly noted," I give her an awkward salute. "Do you think we should help SHIELD out?"

Clint thinks it over, "Last time I checked, we weren't invited to join the new SHIELD even though we've been working there for years. And I'm more interested in finally seeing your powers."

"The answer is still no," I blatantly refuse.

"Why not? It's not that big of a deal unless you are a huge cosmic entity that enjoys eating planets," He specifically asks.

I look at him strangely before answering, "There was a girl that could've been me but she went crazy with power. My dad's powers got him hunted down by the government. I don't plan on using mine unless absolutely necessary."

"You make some fair points but..."

I start signing with my hands and he looks confused, "I'm not deaf."

"You might as well be because you aren't listening to me."

Natasha chuckles, "Clint, leave her be. She still kicks ass."

"Да" I respond in Russian.

"Желаю пройти небольшую подготовку перед миссией?" She asks.

I nod my head, "Да"

"I don't know Russian either, care to translate?" Clint asks hopelessly.

Natasha and I smile as we walk to the gym.

***

"Code green. We need both of you on the field."

My dad and I share a glance. I quickly put on my visor but Dad sits frozen in his seat.

"Dad come on. They need us," I urge.

He snaps out of it," Yeah, okay, it's just been a while."

"My other dad can be good too, you know. He doesn't always have to be an evil monster."

He lets out a dry chuckle, "Go ahead, I don't want you to see this and I don't think I'll even be able to do it with you here. Please be careful."

I hug him, "See you later. I love you."

 I jump straight into the snowy terrain. I take down Hydra agents left and right. I gradually make my way to the main Hydra building. A loud roar sounds through the forest a few moments later. Sounds like my other dad is loose.

I take out Hydra agents that are riding in a jeep behind Clint and Natasha and hijack it. I furiously shoot at the agents coming my way with icers. Dad throws agents around the snowy forest and Thor hits them with a metal bar. Clint, Natasha, and I jump off the jeeps at the same time Tony and Thor fly through the air and Steve and Hulk-Dad happens to go the same way as us. It probably looked pretty cool from an outside perspective.

I land back on the ground gracefully. 

Tony's rather irritating voice fills my ear, "Shit!"

"Language!" Cap scolds, I quietly fist pump, I finally got him to say it! " JARVIS, what's the view from upstairs?"

" The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Strucker's technology is well beyond any other Hydra base we've taken," JARVIS answers.

Thor whacks a Hydra agent, " Loki's scepter must be here. Strucker couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last."

I knockout more agents, " At long last is lasting a little long."

" Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise," Clint announces. I roll my eyes, kind of obvious, Clint.

" Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said "language?" Tony quips.

Steve throws his motorcycle at some agents, " It just slipped out."

Overhead, the Iron Legion flies to the town. I'm busy with Hydra agents when I'm suddenly hit with a huge headache disorienting me for a bit.

"Clint's hit," Natasha announces. I slowly balance myself.

"We have an enhanced on the field," Steve warns.

A blue blur turns into a man with white hair before me, "Millie?"

My eyebrows furrow, "Do I know you? And why are you calling me Millie? I hate being called Millie."

"Yeah, you're Millie," He comments before speeding off.

 I tilt my head curiously. I....should deal with that later. 

An invisible force around the building blows up, "Drawbridge is down, people."

"Guys, Clint is hit pretty bad. We need medical evac," Natasha tells us.

Thor assures us he can get Clint to the jet and tells Tony, Steve, and I to secure the Scepter.

I run to the computer hub and download all their files. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a filing cabinet. I quickly flick through them picking out any important ones. I spot a file with my name on it. Yay! Another freaking mystery to solve. That's two already! Let's go for three, the best things come in three.

"We're locked down here," I tell them. 

"Scepter secured," Tony's voice rings through the comms.

"We could use a lullaby," Steve tells me, I nod and start towards my other dad, the Hulk. He's stumbling around bumping into trees and I can't help but giggle. He turns around to look at me.

"Hey, Dad," I cautiously move around him, "You need to calm down."

Hulk-Dad wanders toward me. I catch his eye and begin staring him down, my eyes slightly glowing brighter. "Time to go to sleep."

The way I calm my dad down is very different from how Nat does it. I personally think it's about my eyes. I've been told I look like my dad, of course when people say that they mean Bruce Banner. But my eyes match the Hulk. I think when the Hulk sees me, he sees someone like him even if I'm not big and green.

Hulk-Dad starts stumbling backward as he begins to get smaller and his skin starts to change color. My eyes widen as I realize what's about to happen, I quickly throw a sweatshirt towards him and turn around with my hands covering my face.

He  lets out a tired groan, " You can turn around now."

I let some of my fingers separate to confirm that he is in fact clothed. "I brought our playlist."

Dad and I lean against each other wearing our matching red Beats and listening to opera music. Natasha walks over to us," Hey, the lullaby worked better than ever."

"Just wasn't expecting the Code Green," Dad replies.

"If you hadn't been there, there would've been double casualties. My best friend would've been a treasured memory," She tells him.

Dad scoffs," You know, sometimes exactly what I want to hear isn't exactly what I want to hear."

"How long before you trust me?" She asks.

He sighs," It's not you I don't trust."

It's okay Dad, I don't trust myself either. I don't say it aloud but I squeeze his hand.

Natasha turns to Thor," Thor, report on the Hulk."

"The gates of hell are filled with the scream of his victims," Thor casually says. Steve looks up trying to keep from laughing.

I facepalm, " Thor, no."

" Uh, but, not the screams of the dead, of course. No no, uh... wounded screams, mainly whimpering, a great deal of complaining and tales of sprained deltoids and, uh... gout."

"Just stop. Stop talking," I groan.

"Hey, Helen Cho is on the line, is it okay if she sets up in your lab?" Tony calls out.

Dad and I respond simultaneously, "Yeah, she knows her way around."

Tony moves over to Loki's scepter, " It feels good, yeah? I mean, you've been after this thing since SHIELD collapsed. Not that I haven't enjoyed our little raiding parties, but..."

" No, but this...this brings it to a close," Thor finishes.

" As soon as we find out what else this has been used for. I don't just mean weapons. Since when is Strucker capable of human enhancement?" Steve questions

"Banner and I'll give it the once before it goes back to Asgard. Is that cool with you?" Tony asks.

I arch an eyebrow confused as to why I am not being involved. Tony keeps talking, " I mean, just a few days until the farewell party. You're staying, right? "

" Yes, yes, of course. A victory should be honored with revels," Thor nods.

" Yeah. Who doesn't love revels? Captain?" Tony turns towards Steve.

I cross my arms, "Me. I hate revels."

Everyone ignores me. Steve laughs, " Hopefully, this puts an end to the Chitauri and HYDRA, so, yes, revels."

I groan and put my headphones back on. I zone out as we fly back to the Tower. Once we arrive, Clint has whisked away and Maria Hill approaches Steve with a tablet, paying no attention to me on my phone.

"The two enhanced?" Steve asks with hands positioned on his body.

"The Maximoff twins-" Maria starts.

Something clicks in my head. " Wand and Pietro Maximoff, orphaned at ten when a shell collapsed their apartment building. Pietro has increased metabolism and improved thermal homeostasis. Wanda has neural electric interfacing, telekinesis, mental manipulation."

Steve and Maria look at me funny. I tilt my head and shrug, "I'm going to go check on Clint."

I walk off, wondering what the hell just happened and how I knew all that. That makes 3 mysteries. I walk into the lab, "How's he doing?"

"Oh, unfortunately, he's still Barton," Dad replies.

I frown, "That's terrible." The screen that Dr. Cho is working on catches my eye. Her methods are so interesting, she's making skin tissue. The possibilities are endless.

Tony walks on with a glass of water, "Oh, he's flatlining. Call it."

"No, I'm going to live forever! I'm gonna be made of plastic," Clint loopily declares.

Dr. Cho laughs, " You'll be made of yourself. Your own girlfriend won't know the difference."

"He doesn't have a girlfriend," I mutter.

"Well, that I can't fix," She jokes then turns to Tony. "This is the next thing, Tony. Your clunky metal suits are going to be left in the dust."

He smirks, "That is exactly the plan. And Helen, I expect to see you at the party on Saturday."

"Unlike you, I don't have a lot of time for parties," She hesitates before continuing. "Will Thor be there?"

I roll my eyes and promptly take an exit. It's a shame for someone so smart to be swayed so easily by Thor's biceps. I know the internet loves him but they've never seen him devour 10 boxes of pop tarts in 5 minutes. It's the scariest thing I've ever witnessed.