The Marvel-ous World of Ponies

A white coated mare was tied to a chair, having an intense conversation while dangling above a 30-or-so foot drop. And she was cooler than ice.

"You'll never stop us." said a Griffon, probably the leader of the group.

"Of course not, I don't know what to stop." said the Spy.

"Ha! see, you couldn't even figure out that we planned to steal the nuke controls to blow up Equestria." said the leader again, triumphantly.

"So that's your plan." Rarity said in her you're-such-a-sucker voice. With a single twist of her wrist the ropes came off in an instant, and she hung onto the chair. After an expertly performed back-spring off the chair's back rest, she took out each of the griffons one-by-one and walked out the door, a recording of the short conversation in tow. Now B.O.O.K.S. knew the plan and could stop it in its tracks. A job well done. Then her phone-bracelet rang.

"Hello?" She asked, knowing it had to be Under Cover, a fellow agent.

"Hi, Rarity! How's your spy job going?" Pinkie shouted excitedly, much to Rarity's surprise.

"Pinkie?" Rarity questioned in shock, "what are you doing on this channel?"

"Your friend gave the pass-code to me." Pinkie answered.

"Under Cover trusted you with access to all of B.O.O.K.S.'s files?" Rarity asked, concerned.

"Under? His first name is Agent. And, yes. He did." Pinkie calmly told Rarity.

Rarity sighed, "Alright, what is it?"

"We need you to get the big guy." Pinkie answered.

"You know Cap trusts me about as far as she can throw me." Rarity reminded her friend.

"No, Twilight's gonna get Applejack. You get the BIG guy." Pinkie informed the Spy.

"Oh dear." Rarity responded.