Hope dropped Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Rᴏɢᴇʀs onto the floor of the warehouse, resizing to normal with a sigh. Quickly she flipped his body, searching for --

Hope rapped her knuckles against ℑames ℛogers bedroom door. She hid the smirk threatening to pull at her lips. This would be fun.

[Test: ℑames ℛogers] Aren't you creative? Like I haven't heard that before.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] I don't know. Spur of the moment. I told you that you would regret it.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] I lack the moral structure to give a flying fuck.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] Already there, Rogers.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] The last time you got your hands on me you sure as hell didn't kill me.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] And you definitely were close enough to do it.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] I'm kinky but not that kinky, baby.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] You better come prepared Rogers, because if you don't kill me I'll haunt your fucking ass.

[Text: ℑames ℛogers] I love it when you talk dirty to me.

Hope smirked. So Henry had gone bad? Wow, she hadn't expected that so soon. Eventually, but not this soon. Stepping into the payphone --

-- booth and dialing ℋenry ℣an Ɗyne-Ƥym's number.

Sends this card to Sᴛᴇᴠᴇ Rᴏɢᴇʀs.

Hope stomped up to the Avengers' Tower, blasting one of Henry's robots along the way. "So goddamn ugly..." she muttered under her breath. --

-- Stepping through the doors of the tower, she scoured the place for her brother, spotting him across the room. "Thanks for telling me --

-- fuckface!" she shouted at him.

Hope choked on the very air she was breathing, her mind racing to catch up with what she was seeing. "Henry!" The blood curdling scream --

-- of her brother's name passing her lips.

Hope watched as a group surrounded her dying brother but instead of rushing to his side, her eyes were set on Ʉltron 5 . She --