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Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: Hell's Kitchen, Josie's Bar
mentions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

Sean took Hawkeye's hand into a firm shake, before pulling his hands back to his sides. "I'd be glad to get all the help possible, Hawkeye, thanks." He nodded, before turning to the side of the building, and descended off the edge onto the escape ladders. "The rest of the police squadron's back here." Sean called out as he climbed down the building, his boots landing with a soft thud against the gravel at his descent. He walked out into the streets, and turned towards the rubble, assuming casually that Clarissa would be following behind him. As he walked, he clicked the walkie talkie on his belt, and radio-ed in the chief, "They got away, but I need my camera. And a new badge. Over." Thoughts lingered in his brain at what could drive these mutants to kidnap the ex-Shield operative turned villain, but like Clarissa, Sean had a couple hunches of his own stored away. A couple old friends he'd have to visit.

At the moment though, the only evidence he had were the Hydra agents slowly coming to their senses, each being hand-cuffed and examined. The manager on duty of Josie's bar was in a frenzy of anger and sadness as she yelled at another officer, and it seemed behind Sean and Clarissa, two military tanks had finally arrived. Talk about timing. Not that they'd have done much even if they were timely. With that, Sean turned in the FBI kevlar vest, and exchanged it for his black Trucker jacket, grabbed a coffee, and turned to the debris of Josie's bar. "Over here partner, so what you got?"

Troy Thorson
God of War
location: Asgard, Althing Coliseum, Resting Area
mentions: Astrid ( D3lmoniko ), Thor/Sif/Thrud/Guthrum ( Kameron Esters- )​

Troy sat up slowly from his sleeping position on the couch. His eyes fixed on Astrid, and her words, but he sat there sweated, tired, and with a horrible headache. Post-effects of the Asgardian rage he was yet to control. Evident to Astrid, the red of his veins had faded from his person, though his skin was slightly paler and he had bloodshot red eyes. He retained a sort of vampire-like beauty, similar to the ones you'd see on television. But in how he was feeling, Troy was far from perfect from Asgardian deity standards, but had begun regaining strength from the battle.

He blond locks fell over his face as he stared down at the floor, taking in the scolding from Astrid. His mistakes obviously outweighed the pros of the battle, and though he was growing as a warrior, he still made errors that could've been costly in the end. Astrid wasn't wrong, and Troy wasn't going to pretend that she was. "I... I understand Astrid. I was naive, and misjudged. I have made the grandest of errors today." He bit his bottom lip in dismay. "All blame will go... I am sorry your highness. " At those words, Troy's eyes widened and he looked up quickly as Astrid. He saw how quickly she'd changed the topic to training the next day, and how fast her expression had modified too. "Astrid, none of today was your fault. I know I am of error. I am the one to bear that responsibility. Not you. "

Troy, in that moment, only wanted to take Astrid by her hands, and hold her close. To tell her everything was going to be okay, and that Asgard wouldn't judge a warrior as fierce as her. But he himself didn't understand the emotion he was feeling, and shook the thought quickly. Instead, from the corner of the room, Jarnborn flew into has hands with a powerful gust, and Troy rose from the chair. "Where is my family now?"

Turbo
aka Wally Jones
location: Quinjet, Flying over Manhattan
mentions: K.D. ( Chak ), Octavia ( Mook-LandStrider ), Solo/Battlestar ( Kameron Esters- )​

Wally had taken the captain's chair of the Quinjet, the seat closest to the glass window and with the controls easiest to maneuver. For the mission, Wally had been tasked with leading two of the Avenger's newest recruits in Hawkeye and Discord. Not that he was afraid. He focused solely on the objective at hand, and hoped fear and doubt wouldn't creep into his mind. He also had help from two SHIELD operatives, Solo, and Battlestar who specialized For now, he was fine. Wally fastened his seat-belt over himself, and with the flick of the activation button, the vehicle blinked alive. Lights flickered on all around the ship, clearly advanced technology to say the least. It was obviously work from Tony Stark, and there were some clear modifications of his close friend and ally, Cassie Stark. Over certain buttons, hologram replications of them hovered over, in front of the window, a display of the environment reads such as altitude, temperature, a navigation system, and more gizmos and gadgets Wally didn't quite understand were present and alive.

Once the group was set, the Quinjet's engines roared alive, and the Hangar's hatch stretched open for them to leave. Thankfully, it was on auto-pilot to their first destination, and wouldn't need a real pilot for the time being. "Friday, could you project the mission briefing on the board?" Wally turned his seat on a swivel, and walked towards the mini conference-room like get-up behind all the main seats. "Over here for debriefing. So no one's too oblivious at the mission's task. And don't worry about flying the jet, Friday's got it covered. Ask her anything, and you shall receive." He said with a warm smile, before taking one of the seats around the holographic desk. Friday would begin booting up the briefing once everybody had either taken a seat, or affirmed they didn't want to be briefed. "Been buzzing a lot about this Mexico mission, but Friday's telling me something about a dragon in New York. We're going to check that out first, team."

 

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Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: Josie's bar, Hell's Kitchen, full thinking mode
Cliff followed Sean down the fire escapes grounding level where he said the rest of the squadron was waiting. She made a quick diversion through a second-floor window and into her apartment, where she grabbed a black backpack, keys and a reusable coffee mug bearing the words "useful Hawkeye life advice #517- if everybody is talking complete bullish*t, just turn off your hearing aids and don't bother."

She stuffed the quiver into the bag and sling it, then the bow over her neck before exciting back out through the window. Once on the ground, she followed Sean's path to Josie's bar, or at least what was left of it. The manager, who she vaguely knew was in complete and utter distress and rightly so. Nearby were two military tanks "a bit late for that" she scoffed internally, taking in the destruction around her.

She walked over to Sean, who'd changed out of the kevlar and into a more casual jacket. He was also holding a coffee. Cliff pulled out an arrow and stuck it in her coffee cup. It was bulkier than a regular arrow and had brown fletching and a large rounded tip. It was the coffee arrow, by far the best thing ever invented in Cliff's mind. Somehow it created hot, strong coffee. It had taken almost a year and a half to perfect it. Yes, she could just have saved time by keeping coffee in a thermos and not bothering with the arrow, but where was the fun in that?

"I put a tracker arrow on the metal sphere, no idea how long it will last or if it'll even work, but it was worth a shot." She had no idea if Magneto's mere presence was enough to screw with the tracker. The archery joke was unintentional. "beyond that, I can get access to SHIELD and Avengers files. I know some people from around here who know things. What about you? Does anyone 'round here know anything additional?"

fin (Sean)

Rachel LeBeau (Gambit)
Location: New York streets
Rachel could only stare as the be guys bickered among themselves. They could probably have taken them all down while they argued, but nobody moved. These guys called themselves a team? That was rich! They acted like squabbling children, not the powerful force they claimed to be.

They did, however, have enough cop-on to call the bluff that the white-haired girl was pulling. They correctly deduced that neither Rachel nor the hoodie and mask girl were actual Avengers. But she couldn't help talking back, seeing if maybe she could persuade them. "It's only de main team dat get de coverage y'now. Dere is a whole heap of sub-teams and trainee teams and collaborations with other Hero groups. So just 'cos I'm not a 'Venger, doesn't mean I'm not a 'Venger." she shrugged, her blades still charged. "but whatever." Her remarks would, if anything confuse them further.

The bad guys wore to back. "What is this, Terminator?" she muttered under her breath. These guys were seriously deranged. She would have to look into them. She cast a quick glance back to see how the others behind her were doing.

Mook-LandStrider (Morgan) FireMaiden (Lola) D3lmoniko (Terri) Kameron Esters- (bad guys+ stranger)

 

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Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: Josie's Bar, Hell's Kitchen
mentions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

"The tracker arrow was smart, didn't even notice. But electromagnetic waves and all- don't know how long it'll last close to our Magneto wannabe." Sean took another sip of the coffee, which was really an espresso with a shot of cream. His favourite from Starbucks, but this particular order seemed to taste different, not that he minded or would fret about it. As he conversed with Clarissa, he was handed a beige file, thick sheets of paper hidden beneath it. The files on this case. He placed the coffee cup calmly onto a totaled police cruiser, and flipped open the pages, squinting his eyes under the glasses. "Both suspects went unidentified. Nor was the victim. Singular. Looks like Magneto fried the cameras before they had any time to get visuals. So far, all we know is that there's a demon-skinned Magneto, a new Juggernaut, and a missing Hydra agent. Word to the bodies of all these agents littered around." He peeked up from the pages. "SHIELD's probably got bigger issues to work with, I dunno' if they'd look out for this stuff. But these are definitely Brotherhood mutants, we should consult with the X-Men or something. They've probably seen this guys a couple of times before, Hawkeye- or do you have another name you go by?" He asked.

Sean also picked up the cup again, having shifted the files into one hand, and took a knee closer to the scene. "Yeah, these are definitely Hydra field ops. They wouldn't be posted up to protect you unless you're a big name, and likely can't fight for yourself all that much. We could look into recent disappearances after we've checked out the X-Mansion. Not too far from here, I know the way."

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: New York (not entirely sure where)
Interaction: Kameron Esters- (Glare) Mook-LandStrider (Morgan) D3lmoniko (Terri)
Mentioned: Kameron Esters- (The Bad Guys) _gallifrog_ (Rachel)
"We're new, haven't really made the news yet," Lola retorted, her brows furrowing. It wasn't really a lie, her work with the Avengers only started a few months ago, well officially. She was often helping in the background. Anyway, they didn't know that, as they bickered about what was going on, what to do, and then told them that they would be back. Won this round? With a glance back, she wasn't convinced they were the victors. Other rings? And who was that blonde girl why were after? Questions that needed answering, answers that couldn't wait. "If you're really leaving, get going," Lola raised her hands sightly, her blood still swirling around her palms, "No point in delaying whatever you're talking about right? Those rings sound important." Once they left, Lola would interrogate the people standing behind her, either take them to the mansion or Avengers so they could get medical treatment and gather their thoughts. But these goons needed to leave first. Once again glancing back at the people she had stepped into this "fight" to assist in the first place, she sighed. It was gonna be a long day, wasn't it? "You guys okay back there?" She called back, her eyes going between the bad guys and the other girls, "Don't worry, this could be over pretty soon, just, don't do anything dumb."

 

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Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: Josie's bar, Hell's Kitchen, feeling more invigorated by the coffee
Cliff listened to what Sean had to say. He seemed to be of the same mind about the tracker arrow. "Well it is Stark tech, but he is a Magneto, so it balances. It all depends on if they find it on the way or not." The sooner she checked in on it the better. She hoped it would at least give them some sort of lead, she wasn't going to let these guys go easily.

She pulled the arrow out of her coffee twirled it between her fingers in thought. Sean was handed a large file containing information related to the case. As he flicks through it Cliff began to drink her coffee- black and extra strong. Cliff knew she had a borderline coffee addiction, but she needed something to keep her none powered body going.

Cliff surveyed the scene again, her eyes looking for something, anything that could help her understand what exactly happened. The Hydra agents meant that whoever was here was important enough. She doubted that they would talk easily- pack loyalty and all that. By the time they had been suitable threatened and cajoled, days, maybe weeks would have gone by. The Brotherhood looked like an easier way to get a lead, this was their area of expertise after all.

"Chances are if they are planning something big, which of course they are, then there are probably other disappearances. And somebody who heard something they shouldn't have. And who even knows what S.H.I.E.L.D. are doing these days? They could be spying on everyone in the entire world through cell phones right now." She paused "and checking up with X-people is definitely a good idea, they know these guys better than I do."

Sean then asked the inevitable question, her proper name. "yeah, I got a name. It's Clarissa." She screwed up her face at the sound of her birth name. It just didn't suit her. Hence why she always went by Cliff. She rolled her eyes, internally she was thinking stupid names definitely run in my family, I mean who the hell calls their child Clinton?"

"But only Clint gets to call me that, and even he doesn't use it often. Everyone else sticks with Cliff or sometimes Barton." She was fine with being called Barton, but when people said things like "Kid Barton" or "Barton Junior" or her personal favourite "Kid Clint" that she felt like shooting an arrow through their skulls. How would they like it if they were called that?

Talking to: fin (Sean)

 

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Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: Hell's Kitchen, Josie's Bar
interactions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

Sean nodded once Clarissa had agreed with visiting the X-Mansion, and as he spoke, he made his way through the destroyed police cruisers before stopping to lean on his own motorcycle. "Alright then, Cliff, it's a real pleasure." Sean smiled again that perfect smile, and was soon approached by Chief Garcia with his combat camera.

"Who's this?" The Chief asked, eyes staring down at Clarissa.

"This is Hawkeye. Chief Garcia, Hawkeye. Hawkeye, Chief Garcia. She's helping me with the case, we've got our first lead. Fill me in on any updates at the scene though, and other events in this area. We'll be in Manhattan, thanks." Without allowing Garcia a response, Sean took his camera and swung it over his neck, folded the file and shoved it in his back pocket, and handed the Chief his half-drank coffee. "Sorry, we're in a rush. I'll be in touch, really. Thank you again, Chief. You probably have to go check out the Army captains now." Sean nodded sternly at the man, before facing Cliff behind him.

"I didn't bring the car, but hope the cycle will do. Just hold my waist really tight and don't let go, Cliff." He now made his way onto the motorcycle, and nodded 'it's time' to Clarissa, while putting his keys into the ignition.

 

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Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: Josie's bar, Hell's Kitchen, ready to go
Soon after another cop made his way towards Sean. Even at a glance, she could tell that he was a person of authority and was most likely the one who was supposed to be in charge of the situation. This was confirmed when Sean introduced and addressed him as Chief Garcia. He introduced her as Hawkeye and she nodded, shook his hand and said: "a pleasure meeting you."

It was pretty clear from the at Sean was acting that he was the one calling the shots, despite Garcia having both seniority and a higher status. By listening and watching then she also came to the conclusion that it was completely normal for Sean to run off and leave Garcia to deal with whatever mess or situation had been left behind just as he was going to do at that precise moment in time.

She also took in the motorbike he was leaning against. Being a motorbike rider herself, she knew a good bit about bikes, not enough to be considered anywhere near an expert, and could tell that he was well-loved and well used. Sean having a bike didn't surprise her that much, in a city like New York, it was just common sense, plus it fit well with the whole "cool cop" image he was trying to pull off.

Cliff couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when he told her to get on the bike. She wasn't going to ride on somebody else bike as a passenger when she could take her own. "You aren't the one to own a motorbike, Detective. I'll take my bike, it'll be a lot easier. I'll be back in three."

True to her word she was back in three minutes later, on her own bike, a black and charcoal machine she had customised for hero work. Unlike the majority of the Avengers team she couldn't fly or teleport or possess super speed or endurance. So she'd use a motorbike instead. She turned to Sean "lead the way then."

fin (Sean)

 

[Midrick]

The symbiotes lips peeled back, exposing more fangs in a snarl to show its dissatisfaction. "We should attempt an escape." the symbiote said as it turned to face Pat. "Okay, great idea, how do you suggest we break out of a place designed to specifically hold people like us, while also telling whoever is imprisoning us that we're planning to escape?" The symbiote began to answer but Pat just held his hand up "Listen, lemme handle this alright, sometimes smashing out of the situation ain't the best option as much as I hate to say it." the symbiote made what sounded like a sigh before returning to its neutral state. "Asshole." it slipped as it dematerialized.

Pat just shook his head and turned back to the shrinking act. "Just war, I'm burned out, and with my luck I'll probably managed to get fucked by the heart of the cards anyway." he said as he finished a simple shuffle and waited for her to place down a card.

sitanomoto

 

[D3lmoniko]

Astrid Validottir
Location : Small resting area, Althing Coliseum ​

With a heavy sigh, Astrid rose from her chair as well. "I am guessing they would be at the exit of the arena, your highness." Her eyes were fixed on Troy, as if she was pondering something. She brushed it off by waving a hand in front of her as if dismissing a fly. Astrid new that although Troy might not consider her to be at fault, he is not every other asgardian. Astrid exited the resting area, heading towards the king and queen.

Once in front of them, she stuck her spear into the ground, standing straight, bowing. "King Thor. Queen Sif." She kept her eyes to the ground. "I am sorry for intervening in the battle and not being able to help his highness with his anger issues." Astrid did not lift her eyes from the ground. "Next training session will focus on this, I assure you of that." Her eyes shot a short glance towards Troy, then quickly went back to the ground.

Kameron Esters- fin

 

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Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: New York Roads, on his motorcycle
mentions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

Sean was almost surprised that Cliff would have a bike of her own, but with the demeanor she gave off, it wasn't entirely unexpected. He chuckled slightly, and let her go off, before she returned with a motorcycle of her own. Unlike his own older, brown and white cruiser, Cliff had returned with a sleek black customized motorcycle. "Impressive, Hawkeye." Sean smiled, before revving his Harley once again. He leaned his shoulders down on the bike, eyes turned on the road, and nothing else. With a loud roar, the bike was in motion again, and Sean kicked both legs up onto the pedals in due time. He drove past the debris of Josie's bar, crept through the cracks between the incoming tanks, and continued onto the main road. His next destination was one that really went back to his roots. One he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to venture on, one he'd been ignoring since he'd returned to New York, but one that he had to return to in order to solve this case. The Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children.

He wasn't sure how the various students and professors would react at his return. They couldn't blame him, with the death of his father still lingering, and the bad blood Scott Summers name had developed after the effects of the Phoenix force. He wasn't too sure what to expect. But here he was, driving there anyways, with this purple-haired archer he'd just met. New York is amazing.

Troy Thorson
God of War
location: Outside Althing Coliseum
mentions: Astrid ( D3lmoniko ), Thor/Sif/Thrud ( Kameron Esters- )​

Troy locked eyes with Astrid when her gaze had landed on him, and he was almost certain his heart had skipped a beat. Even as a God, she always found a way to get through to him. He shook his head, dismissing it solely as a coincidence, and followed Astrid to the exit, and ultimately to his older sister and parents. He let out a breath, thumbing the bridge of his nose when Astrid apologized. "Mother, father. As per usual, Astrid apologizes for my own battle errors. Excuse my mistake, and pardon her words. Could you please, please, give her a feeling of ease. Say something nice." Troy smiled slightly at his last words, before turning his gaze towards Thrud. "And you're lucky Astrid likes you, elder sister. Haha."

 

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Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: on the road, heading towards the X-mansion, in thought
Sean's approval didn't go unnoticed by Cliff, even though she didn't make any comment at the time. He revved his Harley into gear and she followed behind. She sped out of Josie's making sure not to get crushed by a tank or police cruiser. (That wasn't something she wanted to be remembered for, not that she'd be remembered considering that she spent her time around real legends like the Starks and the Rogers.)

She'd only been to the X-mansion twice, both times when the X-Men had teamed up with Avengers. She had found them to be just the same as the Avengers, even if both claimed to be nothing alike. It had been extremely awkward when the X-Men had asked her what powers she had, only to find out that she had none. They'd acted like they were chill with it, but she still felt like they were judging her for it.

Riding on the bike she switched into autopilot as she started to think about how she felt when working with any hero group. Her insecurities beginning to well up. She was always the person with no powers, no advanced tech or weaponry, no super suit that could resist any blast and no proper social life. She got totally bashed up on missions and spent the post-mission briefing bandaging herself up or in hospital and the spent weeks after healing.

Sometimes she wondered if she was only on the team because of her father, the other Avengers would tell her otherwise, but she wasn't so sure. Everyone else on the team completely outclassed her. She also went on fewer missions than everyone else due to the time she had to spend healing. Not to mention that she was deaf.

Shaking her head she mentally scolded herself "pull yourself together Cliff, you've got a job to do! This isn't the time for doubting yourself! Plus the detective knows none of this, so you have a kind of fresh slate to prove yourself." That seemed to work. She focused her eyes ahead and followed Sean.

fin (Sean)

 

[Chak]

K.D.
Stepping on to the Quinjet
"Is the a bad time to mention I've never flown before?"
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K.D. had, for most of the short walk, explained to Octavia the handful of places other than New York she had been, hoping to ease the small amount of tension she'd seen in the girl when she'd passed off the note about having never left here before. For K.D., it had been a few car rides, a trips on trains, and even a cruise. Though she left out the lavish trips, and focused on just explaining the cool places she'd seen.

All this was while she kept pace next to Octavia, and tried to steel herself for what she knew was coming. The 'Quinjet'. For all her travels, and for all the trips her family had enjoyed, she herself had not once ever gone on a flight. The pressure changes apparently bothered her father something fierce, and it had just been a thing to accept. Now she was expected to hop into some piece of technology that was going to take her off the ground, high up into the air, and she was just supposed to accept not having control over that.

The lack of control there made her bristle, mentally, but she made sure her frustrations... and fear, didn't show.

All rational thought ended as she put one foot on the entry ramp to the plane. It seemed the speedster, who she was calling Walster as her own personal nickname for him, had waltzed in like it was the easiest thing to do. Instead, her legs just sort of locked up for a moment, and any pace she'd had with Octavia failed. Swallowing her doubts as best she could, she reminded herself that this wasn't something she could afford to fail at, and willed her legs to move anyway, but her flightiness didn't do much to dissapate as she entered the Quinjet.

She gave Octavia and Wally a sheepish grin, "Sorry, guess I'm more nervous than I thought. No pressure though, right?"

As she spoke one of her harness' arms proffered Octavia a note.

[I may or may not have never been on a flight in my life. So I guess we have new experiences in common for sure. I don't want Walster to know I'm borderline freaking out though. People tend to expect better out of me.]

Listening as Wally began his debriefing, K.D. unfolded one of the seats and strapped herself in, perhaps more snugly than necessary, before unfolding the seat next to her and offering it to Octavia.

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Octavia
The QuinJet

Walking alongside K.D. Octavia felt her stomach turn and writhe, she overwhelming anxiety of leaving was terrible.. yet she managed to take each step one at a time. Stacked ontop of the fact that she had never left New York City she was going into a scene that was likely absolute chaos. However, K.D. talking about the places she had been before began to distract Octavia enough that the walk to the jet itself was mostly gone in a flash. This however changed the moment she saw the jet, she had never seen a jet up close let alone step into one. Their profane noise rattled her ears whenever they flew over when she was younger... they didn't sit overall well with her.

Looking over as she felt K.D. slow down she saw that K.D. was about as worked up or even more worried and anxious about it than she was. It was in that moment that Octavia felt her heart sink down deep. She couldn't say anything to reassure the girl, hell she herself would love to hear something reassuring come out of her own mouth. Instead she walked back and took K.D.'s hand before walking into the jet. Taking the note she looked it over before looking at K.D. She felt the same way, the thought of being off the ground make her hair stand up. She had no way of getting off this if it ended up going down.

The whole of her anxiety came to a head as she did the only thing she could ever do in a stressful situation, fall back to the music in her head. Quickly taking a seat next to K.D. Octavia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the feeling of anxiety over flying began to melt away. Her mind was however pulled towards the briefing they were receiving. She studied the plan before she felt the jet take off. Immediately Octavia began to hum, the noise distinct to those who knew it Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity. Despite Octavia humming, the sound coming out sounded almost like a light version of the musical piece actually being played, her mutant ability kicking in even when she didn't intend it. Internally Octavia tried to lose herself in something she cherished and loved, not the overwhelming noise of a jet engine spinning up.

Chak fin

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Turbo
aka Wally Jones
location: Flying over Manhattan
mentions: K.D. ( Chak ), Discord ( Mook-LandStrider )​

Over the conference area desk, a diagram of a New York City road was present, and in the blue holographic light, a blond man with a mohawk and tattoos down his arms stood over a fallen crowd of Manhattan citizens. "What's the objective, Friday?" Wally said into the hologram while his eyes were glued on the glowing blue. Unlike K.D. and Octavia, riding the Quinjet was something he did often. He hadn't even strapped into his seat, but instead leaned forwards on the desk. "A man-dragon was admitted to Avengers Tower minutes ago. Your first objective is to scan the scene left behind, and his possible involvement in the attack of over ten New York citizens. As well as look into why ex-Marine, Walter Bech was present at the scene." Friday's robotic voice echoed throughout the ship. Wally licked the inside of his cheek as he thought, before glancing over at Octavia and K.D. "We're basically just playing police here."

"If possible, you and your team are to apprehend Mr. Bech for further questioning." Friday added, and with that, she'd pulled up the public files of Walter. Ex-marine, artificial legs, and readings that he was only a human. "Shouldn't be too hard, guys." Turbo looked to K.D. and Octavia, teeth out in a smile. Gazing upon the new recruits reminded him of his first days in the Avengers, and just how nervous he was on his first mission. Not that he'd even gone through the entire mission without passing out. Oh, how Natalie had carried his ass back then. But it was evident in their faces that they had an uneasy feeling about all this. Wally stood up slowly, and knocked on the low ceiling above his head for their attention.

"You can deny it, or admit it. But I know your hearts are pounding out of your ribs right now. Heck- My heart still beats crazy when I'm out on missions. But you're Avengers for a reason. A group of magnificent people doing magnificent things." His eyes switched between the two, sympathy in his voice. "But trust me, this is only a piece of cake compared to harder missions. "

Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: New York Roads, on his motorcycle
interactions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

"Hey, that's a neat bike you've got there, Barton." Sean called behind him as he took glances at Cliff from time to time. He noticed Cliff's lack of focus on the road, and immediately figured, "auto-pilot." With just how much super heroes and super tech he'd been exposed to, he wouldn't be surprised if Clarissa's bike was some sort of high-tech android that was more than just a motorcycle. The sleek black design also gave it away. "How come you're so quiet. You usually always in your head like this?" Sean asked. Admittedly, he didn't always love talking when he rode his bike. With the gravity of the life he lived, the breaks driving from city to city, cold wind licking at his face, and unity between himself and his Harley was often the most calm part of the day. But it didn't seem to have the same effect on his purple-haired partner, and he aimed to make her feel as welcomed as possible. With this case, you'd never know what the risks were, and having your partner have a strong trust in you was important, Plus, he figured he did like Cliff.

"Seemed pretty talkative back when there were two huge mutants on that rooftops. What's changed? And please don't tell me nerves." He teased.

 

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Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: Roads of New York, trying to untangle herself from her thoughts
Cliff became aware of Sean talking to her and was glad of the distraction from her thoughts. When she let her mind wander it didn't usually end well. She'd get distracted and then bad things would happen, like... Noooope, not going there today brain she thought. This was really not the time. And besides any serious lapse in concentration would lead to her crashing the bike. Usually her mind didn't wander while she biked, but she considered it a had sign that it had. Bike riding usually brought her a sense of peace and focus, only beaten by archery. Despite the sleek appearance, it was just a regular bike, the only thing special about it was the arrow storage in the seat and the clips for her bows.

Talking to Sean, would if anything distract her from the mess that was her thoughts. "Thanks, yours is pretty awesome too. I need something that will let me keep up with my teammates who can fly or run at superhuman speed or portal themselves there. They kind of forget that I don't have powers." The way Cliff said the part about powers, gave the impression that this was a regular occurrence.

She paused considering how to phrase her answer "I've just got loads on my mind, life stuff, work stuff. Y'know, stuff. Being on the bike tends to make me think a lot" "A lot" was an the understatement of the century. She had way to much on her mind. Between the fact that she was at least a season behind on every major show, the apartment building problems, the Avengers, being perpetually surrounded by people with powers who far out-classed her and her father, she was always worrying about something or another.

"And as for those guys earlier? They were jumping on those roofs so hard they knocked me off the couch and woke me up. Plus they were really annoying doing the whole "my goals are behind your understanding, bow-wielding pleb" act. On that basis alone, I would have yelled at them."

What she didn't say however was that she was slightly nervous about visiting the X-Mansion, these people, could probably kill her without even breaking a sweat. And the fact that shed be once again the only unpowered person. But Sean didn't need to know that.

fin (Sean)

 

[NanLia]

Max carried Harris and their bounty along over the rooftops, picking up speed as they started to cross the blocks. He was content to hear the sirens quieting behind them - at the very least the officer had been true to his word to let them leave ... peaceably, for lack of a better term. He could distinctly hear Harris continue to complain as the behemoth grappled with his helmet and the only thing keeping him elevated. "Soon enough," He called to the Juggernaut who no doubt didn't listen by his own choice.

Within a few minutes he had them descending back towards the Earth, settling them down within an alley between several tall buildings, closer to Manhattan. "There, not so bad." He chided Harris. From down the alleyway a car turned in, Toad at the wheel. "Be careful on your travels home - the police are on high alert and I don't doubt they'll notice you." He smirked. As Toad pulled up Max started to shed the metallic casing (and subsequent tracking device) he'd bound Crossbones within - they wouldn't need it going forward. He waved Toad over to collect their incapacitated captive and tisked watching the horrendous mutant gleefully drag the form towards the trunk of the car.

Max removed his helmet, setting it on his hip as he willed his glamour back into place. "Until tomorrow friend. We have grand plans." He grinned and winked before turning towards the car and climbing into the back.
Archon

 

[fin]

Sean Summers
aka Corsair
location: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
interactions: Hawkeye ( _gallifrog_ )​

Sean only continued to converse calmly, and his skill in maneuvering the motorcycle was evident in just how easily he reacted, and swerved whenever needed, while also focusing on the conversation with Hawkeye. When she'd mentioned the importance of her bike to stay mobile, and keep up with superhuman allies, Sean hardheartedly felt it, letting out a soft chuckle at the connection. "Sucks when we don't have super speed or flight, dudn't it?" He laughed, and shook his head slightly with that. But deep down, hidden under the laugh, were Clarissa's words, my teammates. Who, with the sound of it, sounded like regulars in her life. That only reminded him of how he'd abandoned his family at the X-Mansion just over 3 years ago, and left him slightly more uneasy at visiting the Bayville mansion. Still, he tried to suppress these emotions by focusing on what Cliff had to say next, he'd deal with the awkwardness when it came. Hopefully.

"Again, I can't agree more with that. It's something about the roaring engine and smell of gasoline that makes me feel alive, huh? And at ease, like nothing's going to come at me for the time being. When we're on the road, we're driving towards the danger, but in the meanwhile, nothing can hurt us till' we're there, eh?" Sean answered, and even his own words seemed to reminisce in the back of his skull. Relax Sean, there's no worries until you get there. Until then, enjoy the peace and engine sounds with this new friend of yours, kid. He thought to himself.

"Hope you're not stressing too much though, Cliff, else your purple hairs'll fall out." He teased slightly as they neared the mansion which was now in sight. "And talking about earlier, you could've damn well got yourself killed. Even if that guy wasn't full Magneto material, Juggernaut makes us both look like bugs. You've got to be more attentive." At the subject of life and death, Sean's voice grew more stern and dark. He didn't do well with death and loss, and flashes of his father's casket only rung through his head as he spoke. "They could've seriously hurt you."

"But anyways, we're here." Looking up through the ruby glasses, Sean lay eyes on the Xavier's School for Gifted Youngster's. The open fields, greenery, and surrounding woods reminded him of the playfulness of his childhood, as well as the old friends he'd had there. Home sweet home.

He'd pulled his bike up to the front of the main building, and parked there, awaiting Clarissa to catch up the short distance while he dismounted.

 

[_gallifrog_]

Cliff Barton (the other Hawkeye)
Location: Xavier school, wishing for a healing factor
So she wasn't the only one who suffered from superpower envy. Interesting, she'd always thought it was just a regular human thing, but evidently not. People are never happy, she thought. "True that. But what sucks, even more, is not having a healing factor. The amount of times I've walked into a post-mission briefing covered in bandages or with a sling on or on crutches is ridiculous. Or even missed said briefing because I'm unconscious. Then they wonder why I'm still in an awful state a few days later." She grumbled, half to herself, half to Sean. Truth be told, with her father unconscious, so he had nobody to complain about life too. And she missed it.

"Biking is one of the few times you are in control, nobody can boss you around." She completely agreed with everything Sean said, it was nice to meet a fellow motorbike lover. Her hair was billowing out behind her, and the beginnings of a smile were creeping across her face. "and I'll have you know that I would look fabulous bald. As for you on the other hand..." she scoffed, "that would be a disaster if I'd ever seen one." she teased back.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the speech he gave her. It wasn't the first version she'd heard. She knew that she was out skilled and outpowered, but if she didn't do something, nobody would. The only things he said back were the words "or worse" barely audible to Sean, as images of her father, pale and surrounded by beeping machines in a hospital room, him falling to the ground with a sickening thud. She squeezed her temples, now was not the time. Pull yourself together Barton! she thought to herself.

Thankfully they had arrived. Cliff's eyes nearly popped out of her head at the scenery. This was the Xavier School? "bloody hell. This place is unreal." She dismounted, still shaking her head in disbelief. This place had everything. Her tone was full of awe. She slung the backpack onto her back and grabbed the bow.

fin (Sean)

 

[Kameron Esters-]

The three gives them all impartial, uninterested looks. They look to each other

"Did she say something about Terminator?" Beatdown asks her comrades

"I think she thinks we're dressed like bikers." Raksashi answers

".....Is this bitch blind!? We're clearly not wearing biker gear! And what's worse is her English sucks! I speak better English than that! And I was bon and raised China!" Beatdown rants

Asura shakes his head "Let's just go..." He says tiredly

"Yea sure, but before we go can we-You know?" Beatdown flashes a glance at Terri "We owe it to ourselves after all this trouble we went through."

Asura looks back at Terri and groans "Make it quick."

Beatdown nods and takes a couple of steps forward looking to Terri. "Look chick, We don't have anything against you but i have to ask BUT WHAT IS THAT!?" Beatdown points to her hair do "Looking like you went to get you hair done but took "a little off the top" too far and took half your hair!"

"She looks like a soon-to-be cancer patient." Raksashi adds

"Exactly! Looking like she was exposed to some radiation or some shit and now your hairs falling out by the seams! Are you dying or something? Shouldn't you be in like a damn hospital? And you got strips of metal on the side of your head! This illiterate chick over here talking about us looking like the Terminator, when there's you right next to her! But that was all I wanted to say. Again, my apologies I had to do that" Beatdown looks to the stranger and points at her "You best be lucky you girl squad came in to help your ass! Next time we see you, your ass is ours and the ring!" Beatdown walks over to Raksashi and Asura

Raksashi holds them both by the waste and begins to fly

"Yea in your dreams you manga rejects!" The stranger flicks them off

"Our dreams, your nightmares!" Asura claims

"We'll be back. And for the rest of you weirdos. If we catch any of you covering her, your as mince meat as her!" Rakasashi warns before she flies off, full speed
D3lmoniko Mook-LandStrider _gallifrog_ FireMaiden

 

[_gallifrog_]

Rachel LeBeau (Gambit)
Location: Streets of New York, confused by the ramblings of the bad guys

Rachel couldn't stop herself from throwing her eyes upwards as her Terminator reference sailed over their heads. Honestly, if they couldn't figure out her reference it was a sign that they truly were as dumb as they were portraying themselves to be. Their confused bickering made her want to slap them silly, but she refrained, could they at least try to act vaguely professional?

The answer to that was no. It was only confirmed when they completely dissed the haircut of one of the girls behind her. They made jabs about her half headshave, comparing her to a cancer patient. Rachel on the other hand thought it was damn cool, particularly the fact that there were metal bits embedded in the shaved part. She kept her mouth shut, but internally she was nowhere near silent.

"are these guys for real? My accent has nothing to do with level of education. In fact I'd bet I've read more books in a year than those three have read in their entire combined lives!"
"You were raised in China? Big woop, I was raised in like five different countries."
"And calling us manga rejects? Really? How is that even remotely close to an insult? Or am I missing something?"
"Maybe that's your real power, annoying us to death? We got the point, now go away."

Finally they did indeed fly away, albeit flipping them off while doing so. As she watched them retreat, Rachel did the same, but with both hands.

She re-sheathed the knives into her boots and turned around to face the girls behind her, giving them her full attention. "okay, so can any of you people tell me what 'xactly what is goin' on here? I don' know about the rest of you but I'm very confused right now, no thanks to dumb, dumber and dumbest's ramblings back dere"

Mook-LandStrider (Morgan) @FireMaiden(Lola) D3lmoniko (Terri) @Kameron Esters-(stranger)

 

[sitanomoto]

Location: Avenger's Tower Lab
Bedhead Blues

Tyberius blearily opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. He was in Cassie's lab, asleep on the futon. How did he get back to sleep on the futon???
He didn't know. He didn't really care. He wanted to go back to sleep, mostly.

He grumbled and threw his elbow over his eyes and sighed. "Fuck...." he mumbled, trying to get back the sleep he so desperately desired.
Loony_Bin
~~~~~~~~~
Location: Avenger's Tower Holding Cell
An Untimely Call

Robin smiled. "Nice chompers, dude. Almost as scary as the time I almost got eaten by a cat." She took a deck of cards and shuffled, then looked up at the speakers. "Yo, Friday, is there like a war protocol for the Cell? As in the card game."
"Checking...." the robotic voice replied. "Yes. I don't know why Miss Stark has it, but it's there."
"Can we activate it, please? It might be a little hard to exchange cards through a glass wall."
Robin's phone began to ring before Friday could reply. "Oh fuck," Robin muttered, pulling out her phone and standing up. She turned around and took off her helmet, holding it underneath her arm so she could use her other hand to hold her phone up to her ear. "Grandpa Hank? What's wrong? You never call?"
There was a pause as Robin sighed. "No, no, I didn't forget, I'm just babysitting at the tower."
Another pause.
"It's not an actual baby, Gramps. Remember that sym on the news? Well, I--"
A pause and Robin flinched. "Ow. My phone is right here. You don't have to yell."
Pause.
"I know, I know, I told you I was going to be home for the test run, but I can't leave--"
A longer pause, and a more feminine voice took over on the other end of the phone.
"Thank you, Grandma Janet. Keep me updated, okay? I love you too. Hey, if something hilarious happens to dad, you'll send me a picture, right?"
Robin smiled. "Thanks. Bye!"
She hung up the phone and ran a hand through her hair, still facing the opposite wall with her back to Pat.
Midrick
~~~~~~~~~
Location: Somalia Dam
Making a Dam Plan

Cassie looked at the boys and smiled quietly. "I suggest Finn and Isaiah cover us from the back. The next few halls should be pretty clear save for two or three people. Connor and Perry can take point, and I'll be in the middle. We have approximately a half an hour before the guys in the security tower realize that the camera footage is actually on a loop." She looked over at Connor. "What do you think, Star-Spangled Man with a Plan? Sound good to you?"
Pyosimros Crono CasualDragon Safton

 

[Chak]

K.D.
Quinjet
"This is fine. Everything is fine."
Mook-LandStrider fin​

K.D. had, looking over the mission parameters on the screen aside, largely let Walster's speech go right over her head. It wasn't that his intent to drive off any niggling doubts wasn't appreciated. Quite the opposite, and furthermore he seemed to be taking his role as leader of the foray quite seriously as he focused on making sure his two charges were alright. But honestly, more than words was Octavia next to her. Her musical tendencies were apparent as the current tune gave her something to get lost in and let the everpresent growl of the engines fade away.

Of course she was also perplexed as it seemed Octavia's hand had found hers again. It wasn't too terribly odd, and years of learning bodily tells gave K.D. a veritable horde of 'theories' she could have expounded upon for the girl's twice now shown habit, but she let that fall away and settled for the simplest answer. It was, after all, the reason she was so perfectly okay with it as well. It was a comforting reminder that she wasn't going it alone.

Using her free hand, she deftly fished through her bag and drew out that leather-bound tome. Once again trying to make sense of the letters on the front, she quickly gave up as the melody her team mate was emanating continued. It didn't take long for K.D. to just shrug and open it up, flipping through the pages as she tried to find anything that may help her ascertain any translation of the texts. Still, it was a largely fruitless endeavor. No translations that she could find, and any index it might have had was likewise indecipherable. As the book lay on her lap her mind drifted to other ideas, namely that of Octavia's still existing communications problem. K.D. liked to think she was a genius at times, but more than anything this seemed to have her stumped, and by now she'd be willing to take any advice she could.

"Iae aud i dict. .dua i tcid eaI"

Blinking rapidly, K.D.'s attention quickly shifted back to the book in her lap, swearing she'd just seen... something. Even poring over it now, though, nothing resembling what she'd thought she'd just seen... or heard... rested on the pages. Still, she mulled over what she'd sworn just flitted through her mind; 'I hear and speak'. And the secondary, it was odd, disjointed, to picture in her minds eye, but imagining simply hearing it rather than the form of words, it came easy as well; 'I speak and hear'.

But that didn't make any sense. Of course people could hear and speak, or speak and hear. That was, indeed how that functioned, no shit. It was like suddenly realising that sounds spoken or heard were just vibrations in the air that could be manipu-

"Oh."

"OH!"

Squeezing Octavia's hand for a moment K.D. grinned widely and gestured to the girl's own bag, where a barebones guitar seemed to reside, "I just had a bitching idea Tavi! Here, grab your guitar and I can show you what I mean. It'll give us something we can work on during the flight to Mexico."

The enthusiasm in the tones of K.D.'s voice were easy to here, but it was a genius idea that, come to think of it, she wasn't exactly how her wandering mind had stumbled across it, but it didn't matter now. Slipping the hand Octavia had been holding onto free, she hastily re-secured the tome into her bag and prepared to show Octavia exactly what she'd suddenly realised.

"Oh, hey, that's a question. Walster, eta on the whole dragon report thing? If we're about to be there, Tavi and I may want to wait on my idea."

 

[Chak]

Walt
Laying on top of Deimos' Assailants' Car's Hood
"What building do I need to fly a plane into to get the police to finally show up?"
"Oh fuck off, did the sprawled out civvies not make it clear that I'm an asshole? If not, I hope that joke cleared things up."​

Laying on the hood of the car that belonged to the two ass clowns that had picked the fight with him to begin with, Walt idly sipped on his whiskey and chuckled at the fact that, if this kept up, he was going to have a fairly hefty buzz going by the time the authorities actually arrived. Which, at this point, he'd honestly opted to just not even bother attempting to pretend to care about. One man's public intoxication was another mans lack of shits given about intoxication while in the public, and the was certainly in the latter category.

"Hey, corpsman, what the fuck is up with the response times?" groused Walt as he grinned up to the sky in a smarmy manner, "Fuck'd they do, call in the Guard since I got involved? Shit, I'd swear I'd give up my limbs for this to just be fucking done already, but.... Hey. Hey..., look over here, look, this is great."

As the medic in reference looked up, he saw Walt kicking his legs up in the air, his pant legs pulled up to reveal the prosthetic legs that started below the knee.

"So I was saying, I'd give up my limbs.... but I don't seem to have a leg to stand on for the argument!"

Mentally, Walt was dying of laughter as the medic gave him the filthiest, rottenest, angriest look he'd received since he'd called the elephant man 'Dick-for-Nos', and it made him smile all the harder.

 

[D3lmoniko]

Teresa Xavier
Location : Streets of New York​

Terri sighed and stood stoic when they started insulting her. It was no different from the bullying she had received. She remembered how to calm herself. Smiling, she slowly started to concentrate on her own thoughts, although the headache was making her close her eyes from time to time. When they were gone, Terri let out a big sigh, putting her hands on her knees. "Bloody hell that actually worked!"

Proclaiming that, she quickly stopped herself, putting a hand on her head. "Ouch, oww, owie. My head hurts like frik." Turning around to face the stranger, Terri slowly put a hand over Morgan's shoulders, holding her to support the little fae. "Sorry for the botched rescue attempt." Turning around with Morgan at her side, Terri smiled at the two that came to her aide. "Thank you! We really could have not done it without you two."

Hearing the sort-of french accented girl question them, Terri's eyes locked onto her. "Oh, that's... a little complicated. From what she told us-" She points at the stranger. "-That circus act's been tracking her for some time. We were walking around when she fell from the building and asked us for help. We tried to help, but Morgan's powers are... kind of wild, so the hydra got out of control." The pain was still making Terri's head hurt, and the talking was not making it bearable.

Looking at Morgan, Terri sighed and smiled a bit. She thought about how her powers got out of control, and the what could have happened if she wouldn't have been there, or couldn't have calmed the fae's mind. Thinking about it made Terri frown and, looking away, she sighed. "Morgs, we have to talk after this, ok?" She asked Morgan, brushing some stray strands of her from her face.

Kameron Esters- _gallifrog_ FireMaiden Mook-LandStrider

 

[Pyosimros]

POST-10

PERRY PARKER

"Now!"

The instant Perry heard Connor's call he sprung into action. Releasing himself from the ceiling, he used all of his weight to land on the guard, toppling him onto the ground. Startled by the attack, the guard attempted to fight back, attempting to push his assailant off of him. As a superhumanly gifted individual however, this had little effect on Perry. Balancing his knees on the guard's chest, he gave a swift right hook, knocking him out almost instantly. Following the punch, webs began covering the man, restraining him if he were to wake up anytime soon.

Taking a small breath as a sign of his victory, Perry hopped back onto his feet. He then began to glance towards his left, then his right—the others thankfully took care of their assigned guards as quickly as he had. Likely witnessing their success, Cassie instantly began to discuss their next course of action, looking to Connor to confirm it. "The pod should be close, right?" Perry questioned through his earpiece. So far their mission had been simple enough, and he'd like to keep it that way. As much as he enjoyed action, fighting in a foreign nation miles away from home seemed to be far riskier than if he fought on home soil.

Buzz, buzz.

The vibrations of his phone distracted him from his train of thought. Producing it from his pocket, he gingerly began to tap away, locating the source of the buzz—a text. It was from Natalie, it being a response to his previous comments. It was her typical response of keeping focused and to limit any potential theatrics, though there was an additional response stating that ice cream could be a potential reward. Looking forward to the treat, with a smile Perry quickly sent a reply, reading, "Yup, I'll be back soon for that ice cream."

His mood now sufficiently raised at the prospects of being treated to some dessert when he returns, Perry pocketed his phone and made his way closer to Connor, awaiting further orders.
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Location - Hallway
Interactions - CasualDragon Crono sitanomoto Safton Archon