"Agent Hill, do we have a clear picture?" Director Fury asked, his hands clamped behind his back, his one good eye keenly on the computer screen as he watched the woman pull up a completed file. "Here, sir." she stepped aside, allowing the director read over what they had managed to dig out so far.

"Of course he was an orphan. They always are." he said quietly, looking at the picture of a mere boy who was smiling into the camera. The last photo of him was taken fourteen months ago for a school card, but the boy was adopted and they started to home school him. "The family, have they reported the kid missing?" Hill nodded, her eyes void of any emotion as the news blared in the background, the city buzzing of the destruction that had taken place in the lower town.

"Sir, do we use the initiative? He disappeared, but that doesn't mean he won't reappear again once the city sleeps." Fury stepped back after making sure only a handful of people had access to the file, and whenever they did, he would be notified immediately. "Stark would step in one way or another, he has a soft spot for strays wether he admits it or not. In fact, I'm sure he is listening in on us right now." he said disapprovingly, bending closer to the computer screen as the light flickered off just for a second.

"Call a meeting, right now. I don't care what they are busy with." Agent Hill nodded firmly as she left, her feet making no sound on the dark coloured carpet. Fury gave the file on last look, preparing himself for anything to come. Because if the dog needed to be put down, then that's exactly what he would do.

A couple of miles to the north, near the edge of the town in the old clock tower, a tall boy with pale skin rested in deep slumber. The ground was frozen over, pieces of dust and small objects gently flying around the room as he slept in the same clothes he had stolen the day earlier. He was curled up in a pile of dark blue blankets and old sheets, making a sort of messy bed for himself. As he stirred, the objects dropped on the floor, making him sit up abruptly. After scanning the room for a good two minutes, he relaxed again slightly, flinching as sudden pain pulsed in his sore biceps and calf muscles.

He yawned, scratching the back of his head as he brushed off the dull headache. His light green eyes fluttered closed once again as he fell back into the soft blankets and pillows, curling up slightly, his long limbs awkwardly bent.
A beat of calmness was ruined by a flood of memories that suddenly appeared.

His green orbs flew open, his breath hitched as he pushes his upper body up. Startled, he raised his pale hand up to his eyes, afraid to see long nails instead the short, round human nails he was currently gaping at. He wiggled his fingers and blinked, looking around the odd nest he had made for himself over the night. He pushed himself up, his thick dark hair a mess as he realized he was stark naked. He cursed, stumbling over to a duffle bag he had stolen not that long ago.

As he got dressed into some unknown band tee shirt, dark pants and comfortable jacket, he realized there was dried blood under his fingernails. He frowned, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to scrub it off all the while try and understand what had taken place the night before.

He stopped suddenly, a menacing smile tugging at his lips as he relived the feelings in his memories. He could still recall the feeling of power he had felt, the way he had been in control of everything.
And he knew, as much strength and elasticity the twins had, they could not stop him as he watched the green shadows appear around his boney fingers.

They were fascinating, mirroring in his swirling green eyes. He didn't know what it was or where it had come from, but he adored it. It was powerful, it was magic and it was his. A sudden croak made him falter, the green magic suddenly shooting towards an antique, broken chair that blew into hundreds of pieces. A bubble of a laugh escaped his chest as he turned towards the raven on the open window, staring at him with a tilted head.

"Good morning, Bruno! It is a fantastic day ahead of us." he exclaimed, pushing the sheets and pillows out of the way as he slid his fingers through his dark hair, pushing it back so it wouldn't fall over his eyes.

"Because today..." he trailed off, pulling off a floorboard to he access to the things hidden there. The raven hopped closer, as if it really understood what the boy was telling him. "We are going to kill that motherfucker." he said with an easy smile, pulling out one of the guns that has been given to him by the twins.

He hummed under his breath, zipping the bag as something small dropped out of it, making him freeze for a second. "To take or not to take... Not useful, so take." he mumbled, grabbing the small pack of playing cards as he slipped them into the pocket of his jacket.

The moment he had his backbag packed, he headed down the long, dusty, dark and swirling stairs, smirking as he noticed a large pawprint on the dusty surface.

The New York air was chilly as he pulled the dark crimson scarf over his nose, green eyes flashing over the people suspiciously. As he was waiting for a bus, he caught the eye of a small girl, she was around six as she curiously looked up to Fergus. Her hand was clothing her mother's handbag as the woman chatted away in her phone. He rolled his eyes, shuffling his cars as he decided to entertain the young girl.

He flipped the cards in the air, causing them to fly, move in ways no one would imagine as if it was an illusion. Fergus smiled, catching the eight of diamond as he crushed it into between his fingers and blew on the palm of his hand, gentle snow falling over the girl's hair as she gasped, looking up at the snowflakes that had appeared from his palm. When the girl looked back towards the young man with glee, the smile on her face fell. He had disappeared.

Some distance away, from across the street stood a sturdy man, hiding his dark eyes behind a pair of Versace sunglasses. He raised his hand to his ear, speaking in an amused tone. “You think that's him? Really? He just did a card trick to a kid. Looks like a normal one to me, bossman.” he smiled to a passing woman, looking through the windows into the shoe store as if he came to shop. After he had gotten an answer from the small device he turned towards the way the tall boy had gone to.

“Got it. Will bring the Stray in, don't unleash the Dollar too soon, will ya, bossman?” he said, eyes never leaving the tall form of the boy who seemed to walk aimlessly in the buzzing city.