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  Cont... "I told you so," Darling said, first thing she was safe inside the overwatch plane. "Whatever. That was awesome!" Peter launched himself to hug Darling.  Darling laughed, "Glad you found that amusing."  "Of course! You were the best spy ever. You also stink." Peter said, quickly retreating from her presence.  "Dude, you're a wimp. It just smells like liquor and smoke. You smell worse coming back from patrol, reeking of blood, and who knows what." Harley scoffed, hugging Darling also.  "I'm not used to it, okay? Goodness, Harley, leave me alooonnneee." Peter jokingly whined.  Darling chuckled, "Did we get it?"  "Yep, if I'm right, he confessed to about 16 crimes. We have him." Harley grinned.  "At least this way, it won't take years to fix this mess," Peter said with a matching grin.  "At least. Is our cover still good?" Darling asked, turning to Harley. "Ye...

  Cont... Darling flipped the injection capsule over her knuckles as they waited in the darkness for Ross. Peter had condensed the injection into a coin-sized capsule that needed to be placed on the skin for a quick, painless injection. She would need to inject him while he wasn't paying attention, preferably before they met.  The dark alley she was in was an entrance to a bar where Ross and Randle had met before. She would need to bump him in the darkness before he got into the club. It was genetically engineered to not activate on her, but whoever she attached it to it would instantly inject.  A faint buzzing made her look up at the sound. As promised, the drones were invisible and near-silent to those who didn't have super senses. Harley knew what he was doing, though, as the sound drifted away. A car door slammed, and Darling's head snapped around.  "Keep the change." A gruff voice said before the van pulled away. Darling sank into the shadows as a man came in...

  Cont... "Quebec?!" Harley stared at Darling, fully healed, in disbelief. "We have to chase this moron all the way to Quebec to get a confession?"  "Pretty much." Darling huffed, running on a treadmill.  "But we can't even arrest him! He'll be in foreign soil, which makes him a foreign diplomat, which means diplomatic immunity!" Peter argued, "It's useless!"  "No one said anything about arresting him," Darling said darkly.  Both boys stared at her in partial horror. "No, you at not scything him to prices!" Harley shot that idea down, "That's a diplomatic bomb!"  "Goodness, I'm not gonna kill the guy, you maniacs. But if I did, no one would know it was me, so there would be no charges. It'd just be pandemonium." Darling rolled her eyes.  "So you have thought about it!" Peter accused.  "That's not the point. The point is we're not killing him. I'm ...

  Cont... The rest of Darling's surgeries went well. Now all that was left was her face which would take hours and careful precision. She was up and walking now, getting more and more of her strength back. Her last surgery was scheduled for a week from now.  Progress on changing the Accords wasn't working due to Ross stonewalling them. Steve was getting frustrated. He was venting to them when Tony burst in, tripping over his own feet, "I got an idea!"  "Breathe before you choke," Darling warned without missing a beat.  "What's going on?" Steve asked, slightly irked that he'd been interrupted so rudely.  "Tony's been working on a potential lead he found and has been keeping us up to date," Bucky explained.  "A lead on what?" Steve asked. As far as he knew, the case in Australia had been closed, and all that was left was the legal battle against the Accords.  "On a possible connection between the Australia mission...