[Kitten]

Spencer David Jefferds took a deep breath as he checked his phone one last time. The twenty-five year old was one of the youngest men in history to hold his position, Liaison of Superhuman Affairs, and the weight of the position still made him feel like panic was clawing up his throat sometimes. The man took off his black rimmed glasses and cleaned them, a nervous habit to be honest, tucking his cleaning cloth back into the pockets of his black suit, the man opened the door to the conference room.

His dark brown loafers clicked smartly on the tile of the floor and he kept his green eyes locked on the table as the press cameras flashed all around him. If Spencer let himself think about what he was doing, with whom, and what all parties involved would have to say about it, then he was going to lose his nerve. He could only hope that his friend would understand.

The brunette sat down at the long table and waited for one of the most notorious Super Villains in the world to walk through the door on the other side. He knew, logically, that the other was here to surrender, to give up the secrets of his comrades and sue for peace. It didn't make his pale hands shake any less as he leveled the guards at the other side of the room with a calm look and a nod.

As soon as the doors opened it would be all over, hopefully he'd have time to explain himself before his friend saw the whole spectacle on television that night.