Kana's P.O.V. - 24th March 2012

Now that our deal is sealed, I explained everything that Isabella told me, "According to Isabella, she was approached by a man known as Mattias Rask who offered a way to get back her leg after it was blown off in Afghanistan. He owned an organisation known as Genesis. There were numerous people like her, people who were searching for a way to be complete once again, received treatment before being transformed into monsters with no way to escape except to join Rask. A lot them joined Rask but the others who didn't were tortured until they couldn't take it anymore."

"Are all of them hybrids?" Agent Hill inquires, her brows furrowed in worry.

"Yes," I answer before biting my lip nervously at the next piece of information, "but the process doesn't work on everyone correctly, some have characteristics that are more of a hindrance than a benefit while others... turn more into an animal. Isabella can't switch back to human."

"How many have turned?" Director Fury demands his tone and face serious.

"Isabella estimates about 200 successes who can't turn, 700 failed who succumbed and regressed to animalistic instincts but haven't been killed, 27 successes that can turn and there are the guards and workers who are in on the plot but she doesn't know how many have turned."

"Fail rate is quite high," Agent Hill notes crossing her arms.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has no files on Mattias Rask or Genesis about human experimentation. They're just a genetic research company hoping to conquer regeneration," Clint informs typing furiously at the keyboard but it was clear by his irritation that he couldn't find anything. "They've been doing this for years but we never even had an inkling."

"So what's the plan?" I inquire rocking on the ball of my feet.

"We need to investigate Genesis to see if what they are doing is authentic if it is then a plan to infiltrate the organisation," Director Fury informs before giving out his orders, "Agent Hill you're in charge of the investigation of Genesis. Work with the others all night if you have to. We meet back here tomorrow at the same time and discuss the plans," Director Fury commands sharply and I knew that was our cue to leave so we all did.

Blue Horse Café 

Clint drove me back to the café with the sign saying closed where I found Margaret sitting at a table weeping into her hands as Emily attempted to comfort her but was failing as she didn't know what to do.

"Margaret? Emily?" I call out hesitantly then jump when they whipped their heads towards me and practically smothered me in bone-crushing hugs.

"What happened to you, hun?" Margaret cried as she held my face in her frail hands, "Emily told me there was a monster!"

"I'm fine Margaret," I assure softly and kindly, trying to soothe her worries, "we just got separated during the fray."

"But you're wearing different clothes," Emily points out frowning. 

"My clothes got shredded and dirty so the personnel from emergency services lent me new ones as they did for others," I gave them a believable excuse so they wouldn't suspect anything but that still didn't 

"Are you alright? You didn't get hurt or injured or anything?" Margaret fussed worried.

"I got lucky Margaret. No injuries, bruises or bleeding," I reiterate while hugging her. Luckily Margaret calmed down considerably but she demanded that I stay in bed while she nurses me back to health and considering all the fear and worry I put her through I didn't argue. Not even when she started making me a large meal and despite knowing how sick it will make me, I scarfed all of it down.

I said goodbye to Emily who didn't want to leave but I reminded her of her own parents who were definitely worried about her safety.

I spent the next few hours in bed before Andrew called from the hospital, apparently, he saw the news and was wondering if I was anywhere near the area. He sounded quite frazzled over the phone when I told I was but managed to assure him I was fine and that I'll visit him in the morning. 

The Next Morning - 25th March 2012

Despite Margaret's protest, I planned to accompany her to the hospital to visit Andrew. She fought at every turn but I explained that it would be beneficial for Andrew to see that I am unharmed. She couldn't argue with my reasoning so relented.

We took the subway together which was quite an interesting experience for my first time. Of course, I didn't tell Margaret that. The last thing I needed was for her to find out how I was getting around. It's faster, cheaper and a hell of a lot healthier to run to another location rather than use other modes of transportation. Well, at least, to me, not everyone is a superior human hybrid. 

"Morning Andrew," I greet excitedly with a bouquet of flowers in my hand which I place in the white porcelain vase on the table beside his bed.

"Kana, my dear," Andrew croons propping himself up on his pillow, his arms shaking badly most likely due to how weak he was feeling at this moment.

"I'm sorry I couldn't see you sooner, there's no excuse," I say with my head bowed and my hands clasped together in front of me.

"Nonsense," Andrew argues almost immediately after I finished, I jolt at the unexpected rise of his voice and stay silent as he rambles on, "Margaret's been telling me about how hard you've been working these past two weeks. You barely took any rest between shifts, plus, aren't you taking some apprenticeship with those two strangers?"

Ah, I remember telling them that when they inquired about Nee-san and Clint. I couldn't actually tell them that I'm working for a super secret organisation and learning how to fight. The last thing I need is to distress them further especially with what's happening.

"You know, I heard through a little birdie that there's a loyal handsome blond customer who isn't simply coming to the café for some amazing coffee but for the adorable waitress who makes it," Andrew throws me a teasing grin which makes my cheeks flush.

"Margaret! What have you been telling him?!" I squawk buying my face into my hands while praying for the floor to swallow me whole as Andrew and Margaret chuckle at my bashfulness.

"No need to be so shy, my dear," Andrew exults as he pops the neck hole of his nightie proudly while waggling his brows at Margaret who giggles like a schoolgirl. "I was quite the player in my youth. Why I had to beat the ladies off with a stick!"

'With a stick?' Seems a bit too much but I allow Andrew dream on.

"Mm-hm, Andrew was a hunk and was definitely in the groove," Margaret supports, "but he was a real man, is a real man. Unlike all those other stuck up squares who were all show and no go."

'Are they speaking 60's?' I wonder incredulous, something tells me I'd be better off not questioning 

"During on our blasts, there were many foxes out on the dance floor but I decided to score with this old lady," Andrew lovingly takes Margaret's hand in his own and places a tender kiss upon it, "in the end, she was only the one who could float my boat."

"What?"

"Uh-huh, I'd be jerkin' your gherkin," Margaret adds.

I repeat the last parts of their sentences before my mind finally clicked at what they were saying. "Ew! Gross! Why would you tell me that?! That's the last thing I wanted to hear!" I turn away from them, my nose crinkling, as I slap my hands over my mouth to stop myself from gagging form the mental image. The entire time they were just cracking up at my reaction until Andrew started coughing and hacking into his fist.

"Here Andrew," I hastily poured him a glass of water from the pitcher and handed him the glass which he gulps down.

"Phew, I can't even enjoy a good time with my family without injuring myself," Andrew sighs as he hunches his shoulders. "Never get old, Kana. It's not a fun experience," he prompts as he lays back down groaning slightly at the movement.

"Maybe we should watch some TV?" Margaret suggests as she grasps the remote and switches the TV on.

"-in other news, a ferocious scorpion monster ravaged the Manhattan Mall yesterday at 4:17. Police enforcement rushed onto the scene but were unable to subdue or kill it. That was when a mysterious woman in a deranged mask leapt onto the scene and took the monster down. We will now show you footage of civilian reports who witnessed the fight."

The scene immediately flashed to videos of people delineate the events from yesterday, we all watched it in silence though I was taken slightly aback when little Peter popped up onto the screen with a huge grin and his eyes gleaming in jubilant glee as he bounced on the balls of his feet, his whole body buzzing with excitement. A man and woman were behind Peter, the man's hands placed on the little boy's shoulders as if to prevent him from shooting into the sky like a rocket.

"You should have seen her! She was amazing! She kept beating up that monster without actually fighting!" Peter gushed as he wildly flailed his arms to express his enthusiasm, he began to mimic punches and kicks as if he were in a fight himself which makes me giggle at his innocence, it was refreshing to see. 

"A lot of adults are saying that that woman could be as dangerous as the monster," the reporter comments before placing the mike back in front of Peter, "she had a very scary mask on, don't you think that means she might be bad?"

I swallow the large lump that was threatening to spill out my throat, my hands shake as it took all my willpower not to slap them over my mouth. I'm acclimated with such words but they... they still hurt.

But Peter's response shocked my very bones to the core. "No way!" Peter denies vehemently shaking his head emphatically like that would make her retract her previous comment. "She's a real hero! A super duper awesome one! She always focused on protecting the police and when the scorpion-lady started to cry, she didn't want to fight anymore and instead opted to talk her down. A pretty lady I met said 'it's not nice to bully others' and that's what Frankengirl didn't do. Only a bully would keep on beating up someone who was crying!"

The corners of my lips twitch as I let a soft smile show on my face, 'I was right Peter. You'll make one heck of a hero,' then it quickly transforms into a small pout, I furrow my brows and rest my chin on my hand, 'is 'Frankengirl' better than being called an octopus?'

"Aw, what an adorable little boy," Margaret coos.

"What's wrong with the world today?" Andrew laments throwing an arm over his eyes, "in my day we never had so many things go wrong now we have robot coup d 'états, rampaging green giants, and I'm not talking about the sweetcorn brand, and now this. Seems like the world is coming to an end. I don't know, maybe I'm just tired."

"Why don't you get some sleep?" I suggest already getting up and tucking him in and fluffing his pillow so he'd be more comfortable. "Margaret and I will stay with you for as long as possible," I promised, holding his one hand in my own when my phone went off, I take out my phone and glance at the screen, it was a text from Clint.

'Fury wants us all back to discuss a plan. I'm at the café but you're not there.'

I texted him my location before shoving my phone into my skirt pocket then turn to inform Margaret and Andrew that I had to leave, "I'm sorry but I need to go."

"It's fine, dear," Margaret assures though it didn't lessen my guilt.

"Make sure you're home safe," Andrew requests and I swear to be careful, I kissed his head and hugged Margaret before making my way outside the hospital for Clint to pick me up.

I took down She Rises From the Ashes and Black Reaper because I wanted to prevent spoilers for new readers. If you guys are wondering why I only just took it down it's because I forgot about them.

If you have any suggestions or want anything specific in the sequels then don't hesitate to message me.

I actually have a request to make of my own... could any of you make a drawing of this crossover like a manga scene or a cover page?