runs a hand through his hair, pacing So we're fucked. You're saying we're fucked because— gestures sharply at the display this?! This is impossible.

arms crossed, jaw tight Tony.

leans forward on the couch, fingers steepled Nick. For this to succeed there is someone else we need—

standing by the window, his one eye fixed on the rain I know.

frowning from her spot near the fireplace, fingers tracing red tendrils of energy Who?

turns slowly, the weight of the name settling in the room Lilah.

stops cleaning his arrows, looks up sharply Lilah?

voice even, measured Sir, she knows what to do in a fight. She's ingenuitive. She knows HYDRA like the back of her hand.

shoots up from the armchair, eyes wide Sir. his voice cracks slightly Think about this. About her. Please.

turns to look at Peter, her expression softening only a fraction No one is a better shot. No one's faster. No one is brutal enough. meets his gaze Kid, I know you like her, so do I. But she's perfect for this. she turns back to Fury You wanna win this fight?

silence stretches, heavy as the storm outside. Finally, a single nod I need my right hand man back.

from the shadows near the bookshelf, voice rough Who the fuck is Lilah?

lifts an eyebrow, arms crossed I was about to ask the same thing. she cocks her head at Peter And how does the kid know her?