We Built This City blasted from the stereo system and almost drowned out the sound of sirens outside the bar. It wasn’t M’gann’s usual scene. She hadn’t been in a dive bar in well over a year and she hadn’t had an alcoholic beverage since before the holidays. M’gann closed her eyes and took a long drink from the glass of Coca-Cola. Now was not the time to start drinking alone, no matter how much she felt she could use a real drink.

M’gann stretched her back just a little bit before sinking back down. Elbows on the bar, she pressed her hands to her forehead. Every bit of her felt tired. Under different circumstances this bar might have been a good place to human watch, but not tonight. Tonight, M’gann was too caught up in her own thoughts to even notice the woman stepping up until she was less than a foot away in the cramped bar. M’gann tilted her head to the side and looked curiously at the strange woman, suddenly wide awake. The stranger was about as human as M’gann herself. The stranger was green.

With a Skrull officially captive in Panel control, Bobbi was pretty damn ecstatic. This was the breakthrough that they needed, it would lead to them knowing how to differentiate between Skrulls and humans. Unfortunately, the attempts she had made to withdraw information from the alien wee futile. It was a stubborn creature, its answers vague at best. After some light interrogation techniques she learned in SHIELD, all she’d gotten was a planet: Skrullos.

Irritably, she exited the chamber the Skrull was chained in, and then phoned a... friend. Gamora didn’t seem trustworthy necessarily, but she would know a hell of a lot more about Skrulls than Bobbi would, assuming she was willing to help. 

Luckily, Gamora agreed after she mentioned the word ‘captive’ and ‘help interrogating.’ Knowing what she about Gamora, she understood that she was violent. Honestly, that might work in Bobbi’s favour: knowledge and violence were that’s necessary, (the latter of which she was far more interested in). When Gamora entered the building, one of her workers escorted her downstairs. “I’ll take it from here, Edwards,” she said lightly. The man immediately left, eyes wide at the sight of Gamora.

“Nice to see you again,” she said with a grin. “How’ve you been? The Skrulls through here,” as she spoke, she opened the door. The Skrull was chained to a chair, a little bloody, though its eyes were on them. “Let’s see what you got, Gamora.”