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"Okay, my beautiful," Alex said with a small smile. "I'll leave the warehouse plans to you for today. I'm going somewhere else—something I have to do."
Skye sat up a little straighter, curiosity in her eyes. "Where are you going?"
Alex picked up his jacket from the chair. "I can't say yet," he answered quietly. "Not until I know what's really happening."
Skye frowned a little. "Is it dangerous?"
"Maybe," he said honestly. "But I'll be careful. I promise."
She watched him tie his shoes, her expression serious. "Will you be gone long?"
"I'll be back tonight," Alex said. "And when I return, I'll tell you everything. If I'm right, something important is going to happen today."
Skye took a breath and nodded. "Okay. I trust you."
Alex walked over to her and gently touched her cheek. "Thank you."
"Just… come back," she said softly. "Don't disappear on me."
"I won't," Alex replied. "Not again."
He squeezed her hand, then headed toward the door. Before leaving, he looked back and smiled.
"I'll message you when I can."
Skye nodded. "I'll start working on the warehouse plans."
Alex opened the door. "Good. I'm counting on you."
The door closed behind him, and Skye sat there for a moment, thinking.
"What are you planning, Alex…" she whispered to herself.
Then she stood up, got dressed, and grabbed her phone.
"Time to get to work," she said, leaving the apartment to start arranging things for the warehouse.
Skye locked the apartment door behind her and headed down the stairs. She walked to her van parked outside, opened the back door, and grabbed a notebook and a small toolbox. It felt strangely exciting — like she was starting something big.
At the Warehouse
When Skye arrived, she parked right outside and stepped into the dusty building again. The air smelled old, but the place already felt different — like it was waiting to become something new.
She spread out her notebook on a crate and started sketching rough layouts:
Main workspace
Tech room
Training area
Hidden storage
Security systems
She walked around, measuring walls with tape and writing down numbers. After a while, she stopped and looked up at the tall ceiling.
"This could be incredible…" she whispered. "But it's going to take a lot of work."
Her phone buzzed. A message from Mark, an old friend who worked in construction.
"You still looking for renovation help?"
Skye quickly typed:
"Yeah. Big project. Need advice and maybe a team. Can you meet later today?"
Seconds later:
"Sure. I'll bring someone."
She smiled. Progress.
Meanwhile — Alex
Alex walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, heading toward the subway. His expression was calm, but inside his thoughts were racing.
I need training… real training. And the best person I can think of is Colleen.
After a short ride, he stepped out and walked a few blocks until he stopped in front of a small building. The sign above the glass door read:
"Nightwing Restoration Ltd."
Alex blinked. He expected the place to look like a dojo—wood floors, hanging punching bags, maybe martial arts students training inside. But instead, it looked like a small office space. A desk, a waiting area, filing cabinets, and a bulletin board full of missing person posters.
It was clearly a detective agency, not a training hall.
Alex rubbed his chin, puzzled. "Ah… now I get it," he muttered to himself. "It is from the comics, not the MCU. In the comics, Colleen teamed up with Misty and opened their own small detective agency. And later, they worked with Luke Cage and Danny Rand, building the whole 'Heroes for Hire' thing."
He let out a short breath and looked through the glass door again.
"Well… if that's how it is here, then maybe I'm in the right place after all," he said quietly. "Training or not, I need to talk to her."
Alex pushed the door open slowly. A small bell above it rang, echoing in the quiet room.
Inside, a woman sat behind the desk, typing on a laptop. She looked up when she heard the bell. Her hair was tied back, and she wore a simple leather jacket over a black shirt. Strong eyes, calm expression.
It was Misty Knight.
"Can I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Alex paused for a second, trying not to look nervous. "Uh… yeah. I'm looking for Colleen Wing. I heard she works here."
Misty studied him for a moment, as if trying to read him.
"And who are you?" she asked.
"Alex," he said. "I'm… someone who needs help. I need training. Real training."
Misty leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Training? This is a detective agency, not a karate school."
"I know," Alex said quickly. "But I heard she teaches sometimes. Or at least… she used to. I just need a chance to talk to her."
Misty looked at him a bit longer, then sighed.
"You're lucky. She'll be back in a minute—she stepped out to make a call."
Alex nodded and sat down in one of the chairs in the waiting area. As he watched her, 'Her arm is missing which is normal, after all it was due to that accident she left Police department as they assigned her to desk work which she didn't like so with her best friend she started this work'
"What?" she asked, looking at Alex as she noticed he was constantly staring at her.
"What is your relationship with Colleen Wing?" Alex asked.
"Why does it matter to you?" she responded, her left hand quietly sliding under the desk as she picked up the hidden gun.
"I was hoping to recruit Miss Wing," Alex said calmly. "I just wanted to know what I could offer her. Meanwhile, you emptying your right hand seems like a perfect deal to me."
His initial goal had been to recruit Colleen as a private instructor for him and Skye.
But now, after realizing this wasn't the MCU timeline but the Marvel Comics universe, his plans shifted. He needed to move faster—and what could be better than recruiting both of them right now?
"What did you just say?" Suddenly, Misty pulled her hand from under the desk and stared at him.
"There's no need for that," Alex said gently. "I'm not your enemy. I meant what I said—I can heal your hand… or rather, regrow it."
"Do you think this is a joke?" Misty barked back, eyes narrowing.