It’s a team effort now, S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.Y.D.R.A., working together for the first time, against something bigger and worse than them both. (No, it’s not Y.I.C.U.F.O., which was the name of the flying-saucer investigation group I organized in high school, and for which I successfully was recognized by the Air Force’s similarly obsessed Project Blue Book. That acronym stood for the Youth Investigations Committee on Unidentified Flying Objects, and I established it as a very sneaky way to get published in my high school paper and start my career in journalism. First I shot a fake photo of a flying saucer [actually, one of my dad’s floppy fishing hats, thrown into the air at a neighborhood park], then, as a cub reporter for the Nova Vue, took the alleged flying saucer photo to the head of Y.I.C.U.F.O. – who wanted to remain anonymous, obviously – and who declared it an obvious fake. Fake news! But my favorite hidden joke, in that story, was what it sounded like if you said aloud the organization’s initials: Y.I.C.U.F.O.! But I digress…)