"Right," Nick said as he approached and wrenched her arms behind her back and held them there as he glanced around for something to bind her hands with. Fuck, he clearly needed to start carrying something on him even when he wasn't working. Not that he'd expected this was how his night was gonna go. "Raven Darkholme, also known as Mystique. Mutant shapeshifter, Magneto's right hand woman, criminal. And more stupid than I thought, to answer the door with the same fucking face you used to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D." Stupid, maybe, but still dangerous as hell. He paused his gaze at Jasper's waist and asked, "Got a belt?" His was out with that motherfucking goat.