Finch was busy typing away at his elaborate workstation in the subway lair when Root sauntered in wearing skimpy shorts, kneepads, elbow guards and carrying a helmet.
Reese didn’t bother looking up from cleaning his guns on a nearby table.
Bear briefly looked up and then went back to lounging in his bed with a new massive chew toy from his not so secret admirer stalker.
Root winced when she sat down on the bench to take off the kneepads and elbow guards, revealing several bruises and scrapes.
She had hoped Shaw would be there to play doctor; sadly she didn’t spot her favorite grumpy hottie primary asset.
Harold looked up with a mildly surprised look on his face, even though Root changed identities like tissue paper,
he was still in awe at her chameleon like quality to look like so many different people.
“I’m in a roller derby league this week.
Our number was targeted because in her day job she works at a high level bio-tech lab that Samaritan wants access to,” she continued to pull off the rest of her gear.
“Too bad Shaw isn’t working this number, she would be such a natural at roller derby.”
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