SOMETIMES, NICK WAS TEMPTED TO JUST SNATCH KEEFE'S HAND TO SHUT HIM UP. But alas, it was impossible, since Keefe was holding Brooklyn's hand with a grip of steel, and Nick had no wish to put Brooklyn through any pain.

"Can we go out yet?" Keefe asked the HYDRA agent, who glared at him. "Of course not, you guys are like Bobby eating snacks at midnight: determined to do natural things, like pour milk before you put the cereals." The young mutant shuddered at the thought, and the agent seemed more bored than ever.

"This is boring." Keefe continued, undettered by the fact that only a few hours ago someone was pointing a gun at his head, threatening to blow his brains out. "Like ma-"

 The agent's taser baton sparked up in Keefe's face, effectively silencing him.

"Or maybe you could shut up," Nick suggested sarcastically. "It would kill you wouldn't it?"

Keefe nodded, glad that someone finally understood his hyperverbal struggles. Brooklyn meanwhile, was staring at the agent as if trying to achieve enlightenment.

Nick instead sighed, closing his eyes.

If only anyone listened to him when he said how risky this plan was, and how stupid it was to let a pair of crazed teenagers run off, especially when one of them is obsessed with geeking out and the other one was fangirling over every spy or S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

"Your hair is in my face again," Nick snapped, Brooklyn jumped back, and Keefe snickered demonically. As lovely as Brooklyn's hair was, and whatever on earth it smelled like, Nick didn't need it hanging over him while he attempted to escape.

Keefe sighed dramatically, leaning onto the bars of the cage. "If you're keeping us here, at least call the others, it's not fair. Or give us a D&D set. I'm bored-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" A woman's voice demanded, Keefe yelped, falling over, Brooklyn squeaked, and Nick resisted the urge to punch something. Especially Mist for getting them in the trouble.

"Hanging out, you wanna join us Miss Carte- No, we're kidnapped!" Keefe waved his hands like an insane, vibrating, monkey who wanted food and attention. 

Nick wished he could have been in the woman's mind right then, Shaorn Carter's face passed from confused by their presence, to apprehensive, to horrified, and then to fake neutrality as she glared at the HYDRA agent.

"Let them go," She said with a look that said a thousand words to Nick, she was worried that it might seem she worked with whatever was left of HYDRA, and she was worried that S.H.I.E.L.D would have found out, she was worried that her best friend might kill her, she was worried that someone might find out the truth, and she was worried that they wouldn't believe a story she'd make up. "Sorry," She said in an apologetic tone "There were a few people who I had to catch and this idiot seemed to think you were them."

"Who? Daniel Radenclifr, Keefe Sencen, and Avi Lake?" Keefe demanded, but Brooklyn (as nice and sensible as always) stepped (stomped) on his foot, causing Keefe to howl in betrayal. Sharon seemed satisfied that Keefe had bought the story, and that he was dumb enough to not question it.

"Who? Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, and He- Nick! That hurts!" Brooklyn glared at Nick, Nick glared back. Sharon though seemed to be enjoying the performance.

"I don't know, but if I did get Bucky Barnes-"

"You'd skin him alive?" Keefe asked brightly, Nick held in a groan as Brooklyn's face turned pale, and then reddened. 

"Let's go." The mutant snatched Keefe by the back of his denim jacket and attempted to steer him towards the door. He would have done the same to Brooklyn, but one writhing kid was enough.

"Unhand me you, minion! You ninny! You Wolverine lover- I didn't say drop me!" He yelped. Nick tried very hard not to feel satisfied when Keefe cursed him and failed after Keefe looked at him as if he was some evil demonic creature. "You're a psychopath," Keefe told him rudely, which Brooklyn decided wasn't a nice thing to say, and began telling him off like she was his sister.

Nick tuned out in the middle of Brooklyn's speech, following a nervous Sharon out. His mission was thousands of times more clear now, he was the actual one to get the information. Not Brooklyn, certainly not Keefe.

His hand brushed along Sharon's, not too long, but Nick was satisfied by what he found.

"IF YOU EVER RUN OFF AGAIN, I'LL CHAIN YOU UP AND EAT CANDY IN FRONT OF YOU." Peter threatened Keefe. Brooklyn seemed to be trying to relay the escape to Florence, while Elizabeth and Peter threatened Keefe. Peter with more humor, and Mist with more exasperation.

"We're leaving?" Keefe asked hopefully. Elizabeth sighed and shook her head.

"Unfortunately not. We still don't have what we need."

"Which is what?" A voice asked suddenly, Sharon raised an eyebrow. "The Mona Lisa? Can sell it too you cheep-"

"Ha. No." Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "You're going to get arrested Sharon, remember, Miss Rogers over here is a cop. Don't think she'll let you get away with it."

Florence looked insulted, crossing her arms and trying not to glare at the two. "You'll be surprised." Which stated a new dispute (more like an argument) if S.H.I.E.L.D agents were Policemen. Letting Nick alone to ponder who to tell about Sharon and the Power Broker.

His eyes slid from Maxwell, to Rogers, to Mist. He would have rather died than tell Mist, as the best friend of Sharon Carter, she wouldn't believe it, or worse, tell Carter herself. Not to mention, she didn't seem to be very fond of him or care about his opinions whatsoever. Keefe and Brooklyn were a big no, no matter how many targets Brooklyn had taken down.

Who to trust.

Rogers was as suspicious as Mist. Or more, being nice to Nick wasn't common, and as honest as she seemed, she hid things.

Which only left Peter D. Maxwell, who was volatile, but not as bad as the others. He hid things, but Nick saw a better alternative in him than the others. Nick sighed, his eyes flicking down.

"Maxwell, could I talk to you for a minute." He asked him quietly. The speedster nodded with a casual smile he always had on.

"I'm boldly assuming that you know something Brooke and the squirt don't."

As intellectually challenged as Peter was, he wasn't completely dumb. Nick nodded. "About Carter."

Maxwell shot a quick look at the others, Mist was back using her cursed notebook, Keefe trying to sing 'High Hopes' too loudly, and the others were arguing about cops. Peter crossed his arms. "We've got five minutes before Lizzy figures out we're not talking about how hot you think Brooklyn is. So spill."

GRACE
I'm starting to love the Nick-Keefe-Brooklyn dynamic. 
And I'm pretty sure that Robin and Keefe will break the fourth wall by the end of the story, they're just the type. With Keefe rambling about the X-Men, and Robin making friends with Capuchins.

Okay. His aesthetic might be a tad 'creepy' or a bit too orange, but I made this a longggg time ago, when I didn't have enough sense. 
I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO START OVER WITH THE MOODBOARDS-
He wants to know everyone's secrets...
And we're done with madripoor! Only three chapters of torture about it, and now we're back into the normal world of other stuff. A short chapter... Cause I can, and cause we needed more sus Sharon.
BUT GRACE! IS SHARON THE VILLAIN?
I don't know! Maybe! Maybe not! But...*hehe* they'll have more problems than Sharon in the future.
Next Chapter: Friday- Yes, tomorrow...
I've given you ANOTHER chapter leading up to something, so I'd better make up the something faster.