In the Bronx, New York, beneath a private residence, Wanda and Squirrel Girl carried a huge bowl of steaming soup to the table together. The plump fungus man set down his game controller and walked over, rubbing his nose as he said, "Good Lord, ladies, your domestic skills are astonishing."
"Don't use that word to describe us." Squirrel Girl put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. "We're only doing this to celebrate finding a new base."
Soon, more steaming dishes were brought to the table. Then the basement door creaked open, and everyone turned to see Night Thrasher push his way in. Behind him was the still-pale Speedball Robert, while Jarvis, dressed in a casual hoodie, brought up the rear.
Wanda visibly brightened when she saw Jarvis. She deliberately untied her cloak, tossed it onto the coat rack beside her, then sat at the table with her cheek resting on one hand.
"Those robbers had clearly planned this in advance. They waited until Mrs. Tracy left the house, picked the warehouse lock, and stole that priceless bicycle."
"I still don't really understand how a bicycle could be worth that much. And how did those robbers know Mrs. Tracy had a collection like that?"
Night Thrasher and Speedball were discussing the case they had just solved. The New Warriors had originally disbanded, but Night Thrasher had not wanted to give up fighting crime. By chance, he had run into Matt in Hell's Kitchen, where Matt was training another group of young heroes.
Matt had asked Night Thrasher to join them, but Night Thrasher did not think of himself as a child who needed training. Matt respected their decision and suggested that they come to a backup base he had once prepared in the Bronx and rebuild their young