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The second that Hope was in sight, Gwen ran towards her and wrapped her arms around her. Telling herself again — Hope was safe. Even when everything else felt like it was about to blow into a thousand pieces, Hope was safe and she was safe with Hope. The question came and Gwen found herself thinking of that man with scars on his face, he didn’t know her name but he knew her face, and what she could do. And a new wave of this unfamiliar anxiety hit Gwen. “Yes, but I have that handled,” she tried to say, but her usual vibrant confidence wasn’t quite there.

“My dad,” Gwen started with, “he left a few files out and said in passing that they were narrowing down their Ghost Spider profile… they’ve narrowed it down to my age and that I’m a student.” When she left it like that, it seemed like there was nothing to worry about, but then Gwen pulled away from Hope and looked at her, “They also know Ghost Spider has a connection to the police.”

Hope had her arms out just as soon as she saw Gwen moving towards her, and she wrapped her arms around her too, holding her close as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. She wished that Gwen didn’t have to go through things like this. She shouldn’t have had to worry about things like this when she was so young, but Hope knew that it was her own choice. Having abilities like hers wasn’t her choice, but she was doing with them was. “Gwen, are you sure?” she asked. “Who knows?”

“Let me help.” Coulson said. “He was a scared kid - and scared people are dangerous. I believe your story, but I still feel he’s my responsibility. If I’d known the truth, I could have tried to bring him in.” He said. Coulson felt a wave of guilt, hearing about the daughter of Scott Lang - what she’d experienced at the hand of the man he’d thought was a victim of abuse. He didn’t to know more about how a child had grown up, or how old she was now - the things he’d experienced hadn’t involved anything like a change in age, but it certainly was possible. He no longer considered what was possible - only what was happening, and what had caused it. He didn’t believe in magic, but the world was full of things he knew they’d never hope to understand.

“I know you don’t trust SHIELD - and believe me, there are times when I understand that. But let me offer SHIELD’s resources to get him back. You can have surveillance or files you might need to hunt him down. I want him to pay for what he did to your daughter.”

Hope sighed and looked off into the distance for a moment. She wasn’t fond of accepting help, especially from people she still didn’t entirely trust. Agent Coulson had given her reason to trust him. She’d seen the way he’d been with his daughter, and she’d seen how that daughter treated everyone else too, but then she’d gone on a murder spree. She knew that there had to be more to why she was doing that, but it still made her more wary of the agent and S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn’t want to accept his help. “I didn’t need you to believe it, but that still doesn’t make him your responsibility alone. He was locked up before. He got arrested but jail didn’t keep him contained.” Hope, however, wasn’t the foolish pride-filled person her father was.