Marvel Ultimate Verse - Spider-Man - Sketch Scene
Detective Maria Hill, NYPD, liked paperwork. She was the only one in the department - hell, on the damn police force - who did.
It was tedious, but it put the world in order; everything filed into the appropriate box, so that she could forever point to the piece of paper, and say that here was solid evidence that everything had been done right, all according to the rules and regulations laid down for her.
And it was better than testifying in court.
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Her desk phone rang. "Hill," she said.
"I think the guy's dead," came out in a rush.
She knew that voice, and closed her eyes and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Stay there. Stay right there."
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How the hell did you investigate a crime committed by a vigilante against a superpowered criminal, much less prove that it was probably legally self-defense without giving license to every other idiot who wanted to put on a pair of spandex tights and run around NYC?
She didn't know - SHIELD was supposed to have had the answers, but they didn't, either, so here she was - but she was going to find out. There was more to justice than throwing someone in prison.