The boy, was sitting in a divot on the roof, watching the activity in the warehouse through his infrared glasses. He was fixing his gloves, his gear all prepped to invade the black market. This event's top list was military weapons. What the group below didn't know, was that more specifically, these were HYDRA weapons. He knew, though, and he was just about to go in and reacquire them. His partner was already inside, and gave him the go ahead.

He cut a hole in the glass panel, putting on his mask as he did so. He dropped the can of gas and jumped after as soon as it had exploded. He didn't have to waste his own weapons, and his suit was kevlar. The black market sellers would only get maybe 10 seconds to fire at him before they would die from the toxins. He met his partner at one of the target stalls, the guy had already cleaned off one table.

"We're not getting all this out by hand," his partner told him pathetically, as if he was a child. The younger man clicked his tongue and pressed a button on his belt. A food truck backed into the building. The man smirked at his partner and lifted a box of automatic weapons with one hand, and tossed it into the back of the truck as if it had been a bag of rice.

"You do not need to impress me with your strength," the older guy said as he worked slower to put the weapons into the food truck. "You're already insufferable."

"You're just jealous! You wish you were me."

"On the contrary. I do not wish to become a super soldier. After all, I was the one who destroyed the last ones."

"Right, right. Zemo, the man who broke the Avengers band," the younger man said, loading up the last of the boxes. "So I thought the goal was just to destroy the heroes. Why the interest in here?"

"I stepped into the dark side, and it pulled me under. What's your story?"

The boy stiffened at the question. He picked up the final container and thrust a bone into the stall table. "Let's just say, it's in my bones." He got into the food truck and yanked off his skull mask, tossing it onto the floor.

----X----

"Floor to ceiling, I want every inch of this place scanned!" The team lead ordered as agents around her walked past with the last of the body bags.

"Agent Reno!" Another agent called for her and ran up.

"I found this," he showed her a plastic bag containing a bone fragment. Reno snatched the bag from him. "Shark tooth."

"Put out an APB out on the Shark! I want extra security on any access out of this city. Let's catch it this time. And where's the historian?"

"Here, si- I mean, ma'am." Reno turned to find a female historian coming in through the front door.

"This is not the place for high heels and pencils skirts, doctor Wayne."

"S-sorry, I wasn't told," Dr. Wayne fixed her glasses with her free hand.

Reno turned on her heel and started walking. "You're here to identify whatever artifacts are left and see if you can figure what was stolen. Try your best not to touch anything. If you absolutely need to, hail down an agent and they will do it for you. Any questions?"

"Why do you have a coccyx?"

Agent Reno whipped around to stare at the doctor, not believing her ears. "Excuse me?"

"In your hand. That's a coccyx," Dr. Wayne pointed at the bone in the bag. "A human tailbone."

Reno re observed the object in her hands. "Son of a bitch! Solomon!"

Solomon came running at her beck. "Yes, Agent Reno."

"Did you know... this is a human tailbone?" She shoved the bag in his face.

"We... we always thought it was a tooth! Every victim we caught would say 'great... white...' and then die."

"So like, a great white skeleton? You've been looking for a great white shark themed badguy this whole time?"

"That would make sense why we haven't caught him yet! Update everyone, every catalogue we have on him. I want it done in the next second!" Solomon was off before she even finished the sentence. Agent Reno held her head and was walking away before she stopped.

"Well done, Dr. Wayne. Welcome to the team."