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As the S.H.I.E.L.D. van drove off with a clawed up Pincer cuffed in the back, Shannon suddenly felt a presence behind her. “What I still don’t understand is why you called me. You could’ve dealt with him on your own.”
“If I had,” the Red Queen said, now standing at her side, “I’d probably be on my way to jail with that fraudulent cockroach.”
Her last two words came out in a growl that reminded Shannon that while the Queen’s actions had saved Cassandra and her father that bad blood still ran deep in her veins. After all, that was why she wanted to take out Pincer to begin with. “If anyone is going to take out Stinger, it’s going to be me,” she had said.
And yet…
“You know… we might have some room on the team.”
Shannon watched as Pym’s head turned to her, her typical sneer slack with shock, but her calculating eyes intent on the other woman. No doubt searching for any sign that this offer was no more than a cruelly dangled carrot, but Shannon, heir to Cap’s stubbornness as much as his shield, gazed right back, challenge lighting up her blue eyes.
Finally, the Queen let out a noise that sounded somewhere between a scoff and a chuckle. “Don’t get your hopes up, Carter.”
“I always do, Hope.”