To: Len From: "Robin" Date: Late 9/10-Early 9/11 -Alive?
The moment she sent the text, Maria regretted it. More than a little. They'd swapped numbers sometime during the second time they'd had sex; she had considered it a useful way of keeping a second eye on him, nothing more.
Right up until she'd glanced at the SHIELD monitors of the MojoVision, heard the mention of Rogues, and had watched the whole damn thing. Including the part where the tiny boy - who'd been the man she'd slept with - had a bag shoved over his head and the trapdoor open under his feet. He was certainly a bad man. But he deserved to be arrested and tried, not snatched away and executed because an alien thought he answered a stupid question wrong.
So. In a fit of teenage stupidity, she wanted to make sure he was alive.