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Monique exhaled as she gripped the sink in her bathroom. Yes, she had worked in teams before, but this mission felt... different. One, she had no idea who these people really were and, two, she had to go undercover, by herself.

"Come on, Monique, get a grip." Her blue eyes darted up to look at her reflection. "You got this, you got this. Who got this? You got this." She looked back down to see the bracelet her cousin London had given her, which had three very small, almost invisible to the eye, buttons. The bracelet was a steel cuff, with three small stars, acting as the buttons, were engraved. The first one was to send a small message, the second was to send the location, and the third button's purpose was an emergency button if either London or Monique needed help of some kind. All the way in America, London was keeping track of Monique's pulse, for obvious safety reasons.

"Do it for Lonnie. Just a few years." The brunette took another deep breath, her shoulders moving up as she inhaled. "You got this." And she finally let go of the sink.


The plan was to appear as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent first, then a little while after, she would appear as Monique King. It would be suspicious if there was a new 'superhero' at the same time a new student. She was in her suit, tight but airy, the material was designed to be waterproof, fireproof, some parts bulletproof, and had the ability to be stretched 10 times its size... and it had a hood, which Monique thought was really cool. She put on her mask, it covered her nose and mouth, bearing S.H.I.E.L.D's logo on the left of it. The brunette braided her hair into a plait that went down her back, the end of it still reaching midback. She grabbed her gun she was gifted by one of her friends, called the 'Night-Night Gun'. It wasn't your average, lethal weapon, more of a stabilizing gun, or a tranquillizer rifle.

She put the gun in the holster on her utility belt, along with her pepper spray, smoke bombs, grappling hook, and her pen. I know what you're gonna say, a pen? What? But this isn't an ordinary pen. The tip of the pen, which you would write with, had two settings, one was filled with a sedative and the other a poison, as well as ink, for writing. The other side of the pen contained a small dagger, all you needed to do to access it was to click the pen. While we're talking about her weapons, on the left wrist of her suit was a mini flamethrower, on the right was a mini, convertible version of the Night-Night Gun, both could be triggered with a button on each palm. When seeing a skin-tight leather suit, you wouldn't expect someone to have so many weapons, but S.H.I.E.L.D could do anything really.

"What does S.H.I.E.L.D stand for?" Monique began, giving herself a pep talk before starting her mission. "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. What does S.H.I.E.L.D do? Protect the world. We are the shield." She pulled the hood over her head and walked to her balcony. It was night, perhaps around 9 o'clock, Monique was informed that Chat Noir and Ladybug started their patrol at 9:15. She closed the balcony door, hopped onto the railing, and jumped onto the roof. The S.H.I.E.L.D agent ran across a few rooftops before stopping on a hotel's roof. She checked her watch, it read 9:07.

8 minutes left.

She thought of a memory- an important one - when she met Nick Fury.

"Mama, is Uncle Phil here?" Monique looked at her mother with hopeful eyes, though he wasn't her biological uncle, he felt like one.

"Princess, is that you?"

"Uncle Phil!" The 5-year-old let go of her mother's hand and ran towards Phil Coulson, the latter picking the girl up and embracing her. Behind her uncle, Monique saw a lady with red hair and a man with light brown hair. The girl looked back to her mother, who was now standing next to a man with an eye patch.

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