Nick smiled, toothy and malicious. This felt so good. This kid, this terrorist little fuck, had played them all. Played on their sympathies and got in Wanda's good graces and thought he was untouchable. Well he wasn't. To prove this point Nick grabbed the kid by his shirt and wrenched him to his feet just in time to connect a fist with Tommy's stomach. "That's for the Avengers," he told him, still holding him up. He gestured and one of the other agents approached with a power-inhibiting collar that he snapped around the boy's neck. Couldn't be too careful and that serum would be wearing off soon.