Intel

It was nearly 9am when Sam arrived to Sharon's office building. He locked his bike against a street sweeping sign and took a moment to scan the street. Cars zooming on both sides, people shuffling down the sidewalk and the sound of the hustle and bustle of the city was booming as the work day started in the city. He adjusted the strap on his bag and walked through the revolving glass door.

"Good morning, how can I help you today?" the receptionist smiled.

"Good morning, I'm here to see Sharon Carter please." he replied, smiling warmly. He enjoyed her smile. And her hazel eyes.

"Name please?"

"Sam Rogers."

Her eyes widened a bit. "Oh! Of course." She quickly responded, "Here is your visitors badge, you can use the elevator on your left. She's on the 29th floor, just scan the pass before you press the button."

"Thank you very much." He took the pass from her, "Have a great day." He smiled again and made his way to the elevator.

The quiet hum of the elevator ascending oddly put him on edge. He could hear the faint scraping of the metal and the whirl of the cogs above him. He was so close to actually getting somewhere in his search. The sounds came to a rapid stop as the prominent ding of the bell rang out. Sam stepped out of the elevator to an office full of ringing phones, clacks of keyboards and the steady stream of multiple, fast moving conversations. He spotted his mom on her cell phone about 30 feet away, near two men discussing documents on the table in front of them. Half of the office looked up in a mix of awe and surprise and a large portion of the conversation in the room came to a halt. Deciding it was best not to linger, he quickly stepped forward and approached the table, standing across from his mother.

"Understood, Ross. I'll handle it....Okay." She hung up and smiled at him, "Sam, hi, sorry. Thanks for coming." She grabbed a small stack of folders on the table and looked over at the two men, "Give me 10 minutes?", they both nodded. She motioned Sam and they both walked into a corner office. She closed the door after he entered and walked around to the desk.

"So, let's get down to it." Sharon opened the folder and spread out a handful of photocopied news articles and colored photographs. Sam leaned closer to the desk and scanned over everything, his eyes widening. A picture of the cousins in the park, speaking to a figure in red and blue. "You're already familiar with our...new public faces," her tone going very sarcastic, "the Maximoffs. They were spotted speaking to this person. Perhaps you'll recognize the likeness." Sam's eyes shot open.

"Are you telling me that's..." He started.

"I'm telling you that you're looking at Spider-Woman. Or whatever arachnid like moniker she's going by. Real name is Gwendolyn May Parker. Daughter of Mary Jane Watson and one Peter 'Spider-Man' Parker. She's been pretty active in the last month, but I'm sure she's been on the clock for longer than that. This is the only current group photo we have. Though there is this one." She pulls another photo out from under a document covering it. It's a sharpened picture of Niko speeding down the street with the figure riding in the sky, attached with webbing.

"What are they doing?" Sam asked, puzzled.

"It could be some kind of team training exercise? It happened pretty quick, so we don't have a lot to go on. And as far as we've been been able to tell, the Maximoffs haven't been in town very long. So we're in the dark on how long they've been in contact. Maybe she's the reason they're here. They could have come to recruit her." She opens a second folder and spread out more pictures and documents.

"And THIS strapping young lad is T'Chantem Munroe. Heir apparent to the throne of Wakanda. Maybe you'll remember his parents," she handed Sam a photograph of T'Challa and Ororo.

"Are you....This is absolutely insane." Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Coincidentally, he's currently in town for a diplomatic address tonight. And with all other circumstances, it wouldn't surprise us if one of the parties will reach out to the other."

"Tonight?! Will SHIELD have a rep there? Can I get in?" Sam was ecstatic.

"Absolutely not, out of the question, what do you think you're going to do? Walk up to him and say 'Hi, can we hang out and get lunch with the other enhanced people in town'? He's on important international business and I still don't want you near the others until we know for sure what the situation is."

Sam looked down, defeated. "Right."

"Sam, I'm sorry. Just not right now. Not with him at least, he's far too busy. Let's stick to the local concerns." She pointed back to the other pictures. "We're still digging deeper on them, tracking down current addresses and-" there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" One of the men from the table poked his head in, "The car is downstairs ma'am." She nodded and he left. Sharon scooped the documents and photos back into their folders and gave them to Sam. "Here, take today and read these over. When I know more, we'll talk. If you need anything, you have my cell."

They rode the elevator down together with the two men. As they walked towards the exit, he glanced back at the receptionist. They exited the revolving doors and he began unlocking his bike. Sharon had a foot in the car before she stepped back out and walked over to him. She hugged him tight, "Have a good day."

He smiled. "You too. Be safe."

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