Earth's Darkest Hours (Avengers Rp) CLOSED

[Angelic Cheetah]

~ Time Travel Device ~ outfit ~ Location: New Asgard, Tower ~ Company: Damon, Alvaro ~ Current form ~ Codename: Damona ~

"Who am I?"
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Maya did start to calm down a little, thinking about Livius and Sebastian. She knew that Damon didn’t have to worry about her hanging out with those two. Sebastian was her movie star cousin and Livius was her best friend who was like a brother to her. Both would never belong to a bad crowd, that just wasn’t who they were. Perhaps it was a good thing she didn’t mention her secret boyfriends name since her boyfriend was definitely considered to be a Bad Boy hanging out with a ‘Bad Crowd’. Yes, not bringing him up would be a good thing. Though, she felt guilty that this was the first time that her boyfriend had even crossed her mind since arriving here.

Maya smiled a little at the teasing comment about Dante. It was true that Dante could be troublesome, but he would never be in a bad crowd. It would go against his nature if Dante ever did. Anyways, this was just delaying important events just talking to Damon right now. Such as the meeting with Grandma Jane that was supposed to take place today at some point, which was why she was trying to get Damon to listen to the message on his cell phone. And luckily for her it appeared that Damon hadn’t noticed her almost call Wanda ‘Grandma’, which would have required another white lie to cover up. This was getting more complicated by the minute, but she couldn’t think about it otherwise she’d get herself all worked up again.

Her mother began to talk again, this time saying that he was feeling uncomfortable letting her go to the brotherhood floor alone, but he had thought of a solution. “Wait,” Maya began as Damon stood taking her hand in his and led her out of the kitchen. “I’m capable of going to the Brotherhood floor myself.” Maya said trying not to sound like she was complaining; having assumed Damon was escorting her to the Brotherhood floor. Though to her surprise they entered the stair well and walked right past the exit to the Brotherhood floor. If not to the brotherhood floor then… we’re gong to the roof? Maya thought confused as she still followed Damon up the stairs. Why would we be going to the roof? No one would be up on the roof. There’s no point in going to the roof. We’d be alone and he’s gotta go to my father and listen to that message on the cell. Otherwise dad won’t be out of harm’s way. Maya’s mind was racing again as they neared the entrance to the roof and her free hand once more began pulling on a lock of her hair. Unless he’s meeting someone there, but who would he –Alvaro! Which means mom is going to –Crap!

The doors opened to the roof and Maya stopped dead in her tracks just outside. She saw her Father as a teenager fighting clones of himself. She knew three out of four were clones because he would often use this trick to help her train. Unlike her father though, illusions weren’t her specialty when it came to her abilities. Though, she wasn’t horrible at it either. Damon let go of her hand and jumped into the fray, dispatching one clone after another until there was only her father there standing with Damon. Maya noted that her father didn’t look too different in the future than he did now, though this was the first time Maya saw Alvaro with that hair style. It was a little strange.

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Alvaro hadn’t been fighting his clones very long when suddenly Damon was there dispatching them for him. That short of a training session had done very little to lighten his foul mood, his right hand held his staff tightly to keep his anger contained for the moment. It was nice to see that Damon had finally returned to his side, though he was not alone. There was a girl with him, who jumped a little as Alvaro placed her beneath his irritated gaze. It appeared that she was the reason that Damon had been avoiding him this morning. Alvaro tried not jump to conclusions and listened as his lover started speaking. Damon’s explanation made sense and it appeared that this girl, Maya, would be too frightened to even think about trying to take Damon from him.


Alvaro looked away from them and out into the distance. He knew that his lover was right and he understood the reasons behind it, but Alvaro had never seen this relative of Damon’s before. The Prince had never even heard Damon mention a ‘Maya Maximoff’ before and now his lover was asking that he allow Maya to go near his sister. If Damon had volunteered Keira, Damon’s cousin, to watch over Enya, then Alvaro might have considered it. However, that was not the case and Alvaro would not let a mysterious new Maximoff watch Enya. “No. I will not allow it.” Alvaro snapped shifting his gaze back to Damon. His anger was getting the better of him, but then again that’s how it had been going all morning. “I am fully capable of taking care of Enya. She doesn’t need a Nanny.”

“Leave us.” Alvaro said shifting his gaze back to Maya, “Now.”

“Yes sir!” Maya said instantly and went back through the doorway she had just come out of. As soon as she was in the stairwell, she heard the doors close and lock behind her. Maya didn’t stop walking until she was back in Damon’s room with the door shut behind her. She had been waiting for her chance to flee ever since she had realized Damon’s plan to introduce her to her father in this time. That had not been part of her plan at any stage. Maya had fully intended to avoid her father without question because she had known this wasn’t a very good time in her father’s life. Her father had often told her this when he’d tell her stories of his youth. Still, she did wonder what her parents were going to talk about. Maya turned to the mirror that was in the room and as she started to concentrate the surface of the mirror began to shimmer until it showed her parents on the roof again.



"What have I to fear?"
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[Angelic Cheetah]

Avalon knew she was going to be in trouble, but she wasn’t going to tell her parents exactly why they had been late to class. And not to mention going up to the surface when they weren’t supposed to be up there in the first place. That would require her telling them Nick’s secret and it wasn’t her secret to tell anyone. Besides, Nick trusted her to keep her secret and there was no way Avalon was going to betray her trust. They were best friends and keeping each other’s secrets was what bff’s did for each other. She didn’t like telling her parents half truths, but either way she was going to be in trouble. A loose loose situation one might say. Avalon was determined to keep Nick’s secret until her best friend said it was okay to talk about it.

Avalon pouted a little as Ragnarok said he was going to leave her and go top side. She didn’t want him to leave yet, but he was already gone before she could even protest or say good-bye. This had been the first time in a while that Ava had seen Ragnarok, so Ava hadn’t wanted him to leave yet. They hadn’t really been able to talk because of her father speaking with Ragnarok and then her mother coming into the room. Avalon knew that he’d be back at some point, but she was just sad that this visit had been so brief. All she could do now was look forward to the next time they saw each other.

Widow sat down on Clint’s bedside as Ragnarok stood and stated that he was leaving now that Avalon was awake and safe. Natasha watched him quickly leave the room as well as catch her daughters disappointed pouting. She had never been able to see why her daughter was so attached to that clone ever since Ava had first encountered him. Still, she disliked seeing Ava look so disappointed at his leaving the room. Though, Natasha was just glad the medical wing was still functional. They had been very lucky that the Medical Wing hadn’t been badly damaged during the invasion yesterday. Otherwise they likely would have more casualties than they currently had, though she knew that that luck could run out at any given time.

Natasha smiled as she turned her gaze to Clint, his request for a kiss not having fallen on deaf ears. “A kiss? Of course, how could I forget my loving husband.” She joked leaning in close to Clint and gently kissed his lips. It was a quick kiss, but she was only holding back for Ava’s sake. Avalon no doubt didn’t want to witness a more passionate kiss between her parents, no matter how much she might have wanted to. Natasha reached over and took his hand in hers, intertwining her fingers with his. Sleeping alone last night in their bed had been strange, but it was one of the many occupational hazards in their line of work. They both knew that.




■ ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ | Widow's Bite | Glock-28 Pistols
■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | SHIELD base, Medical Bay
■ ＷＩＴＨ | Clint & Avalon
■ ＯＯＣ | n/a

[Avengers Assemble GO]

J.A.R.V.I.S
Analysing...
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Energy levels: 100%
Unit Location...location here...

Tony leaned back against the wall as Cory and whoever she was with seemed to to quieten down, was Cory keeping a secret grandchild from him? He threw that idea out as soon as he thought of it… Cory wouldn’t have a child would she? Then again would she have told him if she did have one? She did seem to hate him after all. Though he wouldn’t be surprised if she had one and made up some form of story to cover it… after all abuse victims tended to still (on a deep emotional level) still be love with their abuser. Some have even been known to have kids with said abusers. Was this the case for Cory? Because he hadn’t been there to give the forewarning fatherly talk to her ex? He may not be dignifying the man with a name but he still knew the guy… somewhat. Ok he only knew that the jerk hurt his little girl!

With his arms folded across his chest he listened to his Jarvis as the AI as the man tried to tell him to calm down before Cory had a chance to explain the origin of the voice. He knew that Jarvis was right but he couldn’t help himself! His mind was showing him so many different possibilities that even he struggled to keep up with them! He looked at the door briefly before allowing the breath that he was holding in out in a long and steady stream. How did Bruce manage to keep it all under wraps? And where was Bruce anyways? No matter he was sure that Jolly Green would be back when he was ready to. After all being in this place wouldn’t be easy for him! He began to fidget with his fingers picking off bits of oil encase skin from the edges of his nails. When did his hands get so rough?

He waited and waited not sure how long Cory would take nor what she was thinking of, what was she doing in there? And would she introduce the kid to him? He almost felt sorry for the kid as he stood there leaning against the wall. When the boy saw him he would surely realise that he wasn’t the boys father or anything close to the man! And what had Cory been told about him when he wasn’t there to defend himself? He could only imagine the stories that Pepper told their daughter over the years. How reckless he was, how much of a playboy he had been and his total lack of disregard for his safety or his company. It wouldn’t surprise him if it had been Peppers words that caused some of the hate towards him from his only child. As soon as the two of them stood before him he straightened up and brushed the dust off his undersuit before smiling as brightly as he could towards them though it was strained.

Corys soft yet slightly trembled words seemed to go right through him, he understood the meanings behind each word and what they meant to him as a whole sentence he just couldn’t get his head around it. “I’m sorry but what did you say?” he asked her looking at Howard with shocked eyes. Well shocked was a bit weak but he couldn’t think of another word to describe what he was feeling. Was Cory honestly telling him that this boy was his adopted son? Who wrote his name down on the adoption papers? Surely that wasn’t in any way legal? He looked between them wondering if he even believed that Pepper would go so low as to adopt a kid under his name. It wasn’t fair on either him or the boy! And Cory had said it was a few years ago? He made a mental note at that moment to speak with Pepper as soon as he could. Wait was this why Cory was taking a while to come out? Was she nervous over his reaction? It should be pepper that was nervous of his reaction not Cory! Had Pepper had waited until he returned then he most likely would have taken this boy in despite his wish to only have one child.

“I have a son?” He spoke mainly to himself as the news finally sunk into his mind. He did have another chance to be a good father but he had wanted to repair the one with Cory not replace her! Could he do both? No, no he couldn’t. Sure he could multi-task but not when it came to people… he wasn’t that good with social interaction. “right well I had only come by to see how you were… you look fine so I’ll go and check on the Avengers… starting with… Cap! Chat you both later” he said making his excuses to leave the area. He walked quickly and briskly away from the two of them not sure how he was supposed to respond to what he had just learnt. In all honesty he felt betrayed that Pepper would forge his signature to hurt this little boy. He was no father figure and nor was he able to cope with another ‘Howard Stark’. This boy was going to outshine him! Everyone would prefer this boy to him… it would be like being standing in his father shadow all over again!

Battle Theme

[Wire_Colossus]

“I am Fallen,”
“I am Fallout,”
“I am Pressure,”
“I am Echo,”
“I am Freedom,”
“My Name is Howie, would you like to play?”

When Stark showed reluctance, and started walking away, Howie didn‘t feel good at all. He called out, “Dad…Dad?!” And the pulled free of Cory to follow Stark. But No sooner did he leave the room did he begin to transform. He began to grow, his skin darkening and the sides of his shirt shifting and then ripping as a second pair of arms sprouted. Howie was transforming into Fallout. As he transformed he continued to move after stark. His body continued to bulk up and grow until his transformation completed. Even then he continued to follow stark until te wrapped all four arms around the man from behind and held him in a hug. Fallout Held Tony with a gentleness that only a child could express. “What Fallout do wrong…?” and then sobbing could be heard. Fallout, The Ultimate Tantrum, was crying. He was definitely angry, but not at stark. Howie was angry at himself. He thought he‘d done something wrong and so had offended stark. Even through the cloud of Fallout‘s mind, Howie was still there.

[Angelic Cheetah]

As soon as Stark began speaking Cory could tell this wasn’t going to go well. It was obvious that Stark was not thrilled to find out about Howie. She knew this was shocking for him, but rejection wasn’t something Howie would take very well. This was so not how Cory had imagined their first introduction going, well not that she had thought it would ever happen in the first place. Even if her mother had been so persistent that Stark would come back one day, Corlene had eventually come to the conclusion that Stark wasn’t going to come back. Though, she had been proved wrong. Cory tensed as her grip on Howie’s shoulder’s tightened. Cory suddenly found she was more nervous about Howie’s reaction to Stark’s apparent rejection than anything else at the moment. If this triggered a transformation then Howie could do some real damage to Stark... and not to mention the already damaged base.

“Stark wait!” Cory had called after Tony as he started to walk away from them. She knew that he was just giving them any excuse he could think of to get away from them right now. Though, it was understandable. Cory only wished she had thought to bring up the topic of Howie earlier. That way Stark could have been prepared for his and Howie’s first meeting. Even so, Cory had been so wrapped up with finding out that Jake was alive and her father coming back after twenty years and not to mention all the s**t Killian had put her through. Cory admittedly hadn’t thought about Howie and introducing him to Stark hadn’t even crossed her mind. Though, now that she had Cory was beginning to regret it.

Howie pulled out of her grip, following after Stark and calling him ‘dad’. The sound of confusion and pleading in her adopted brothers voices was heartbreaking and she knew that a transformation was unavoidable now. As she began to walk quickly after the two, Howie transformed once more into Fallout: The Ultimate Tantrum. Cory moved to stand in front of Tony as Fallout took hold of her father and tapped her Bluetooth, “JARVIS don’t let anyone interfere. I am handling the situation.” “Yes, Miss Stark.” Was JARVIS’s immediate response, which would hopefully buy her enough time to calm Howie down. Cory was slightly annoyed that Stark had not only made her brother transform, but had also made him cry. “Stark please don’t freakout. I will explain everything later, but please right now you need to follow my lead.”

Corlene hoped Stark would just do as he was told. It might be the only thing that would calm Howie down. Her gaze shifted to Howie and she moved closer to the two, tentatively place a hand on one of Fallouts. “Fallout, you’ve done nothing wrong. Everything’s going to be okay.” Cory began doing her best to keep her shaky voice level and stern. There was a real chance that Fallout could accidently harm both her and Stark, but Cory knew that she had to keep calm. Keeping calm and level headed was step one in calming Howie down when in this transformation. “Star –Dad,” Cory corrected herself for Howie’s sake, and cautiously reached up with her other hand to try to gently wipe away the tears falling from Howie’s eyes. “Dad wasn’t offended by anything you did, Fallout. This is just a lot for Dad to take in after the Invasion that both dad and I fought in yesterday. Mom loves you, I love you and given time Dad will love you too, Fallout. You’ve done nothing wrong, I promise you this.”

Cory didn’t know if her words were getting through to Fallout and Howie. Though, that would never stop her from trying to do so. Her brother might have been adopted, but she cared for him as if he were her own flesh and blood. And she would be damned before she let Howie condemn himself for something like this. Howie hadn’t been the only one to fear being rejected by Tony Stark. Oh no, Corlene Stark had been afraid of that since the first day her father had come home from Asgard. It might not have been a completely conscious fear, but the fear of rejection had been there behind all her anger about her father leaving Pepper to begin with. And now with all that anger starting to fade, Cory was realizing that she shared in that fear of being rejected with Howie.







{She's wearing: Comfy clothes}
{She's with: Howard & Tony Stark}
{Her location: SHIELD base, Hallway}


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[PinataXdemisE]

Chitauri soldiers surrounded Storm and her assigned S.H.E.I.L.D agents whom were doing their best to protect as many civilians as they can in the state of Houston, Texas. "You cannot catch what you cannot see. Feel as natures mist protects us" Storm shouts as she creates a very thick layer of fog. Fortunately, Maria Hill was aware of Ororo's abilities and provided heat visors to each of the S.H.E.I.L.D members. The battle wages on as a cloaked jet stays hidden in the skies, and as the mist thickens, S.H.E.I.L.D agents transport wounded civilians to said jet. "Our mission here is finished! Let us depart!" She speaks into her communication device placed on her ear. With the orders in place everyone headed for the cloaked jet. Storms also began to depart towards the jet until she stumbles upon a small girl dragging what seems to be a grown man in red sort of spandex. "Storm, the mist is starting to fade; we have to return to base. Chitarui foot soldiers are endless. We will not last much longer" an S.H.E.I.L.D agent inform through his communication device. With that Storm turns to the child, grabbing her hand saying “We must leave child.. I do not think we cannot save him.” Without hesitation, the little girl pulls away from storm. “He saved us... all of us” she said as she points towards the people being pulled up towards the invisible jet one by one with rapid speed. This gave Ororo a moment to ponder the right thing to do, what Charles Xavier would want her to do. “I need three agents at my position immediately” Storm order. “Storm we don’t have enou-“the S.H.E.I.L.D was cut off. “I know we do not have much time, but that is an order. Now hurry” Storm said with command. “… Roger that, 15 seconds E.T.A” the S.H.E.I.L.D agent responded without question. Within seconds, 3 agents arrives waiting for order. “Take the man and child… I will provide more time. Let the pilot know we need to head upwards for departure. He will understand. Hurry” She ordered as her eyes started to whiten. The agents then nodded, escorting the civilians towards the jet.

The mist started to clear and the Chitauri took out whatever S.H.I.E.L.D agent there was left and lays there sights set on Storm. Within seconds before they react, they realize they were inside the eye of a tornado. "Feel natures rage" Storm yells as lightning strikes the Chitauri who was left joining her inside of the tornado. 'Fortunately, I left the tornado wide enough to have no effect on those who stand inside it.. but for how much longer..' she ponders to herself feeling herself grow weaker as each passing moment goes by. "Civ~ans ar~ cl~r, ~ady to ~epart" Storm hears on her ear piece with massive static interruption, focused on keeping the tornado up. Nonetheless, it was clear to storm that everything was ready to go and quickly floated herself towards the jet. Realizing that the jet was a bit unstable due to the tornado, Storm enters the jet and starts to lighten the powered tornado being controlled by her. She then buckles herself onto her seat, the jet faces upwards, and flies out of harms way.

Ororo ceased the tornado once far enough. A hurricane of that latitude and nearly everyone's safety causes her a bloody nose and a massive head ache. Copilot realizing the state that Ororo is in reaches into the jet glove compartment and hands her a tissue. 'A glove compartment in a jet...' she ponders, giggling to herself and at the same time making her head ache worse. With the Jet set on autopilot, Storm unbuckles herself and heads over to the area the civilians are being held, making sure the mission was successful. She saw the medical agents help those who are wounded and suddenly was approached. "You're ganna wanna see this" the S.H.E.I.L.D reported. Ororo follows the man, throwing away the blood covered tissue for her nose, to the medical room and saw the little girl from earlier waiting by sitting by said medical room. Curious, she enters the medical room only to find doctors staring at the wounded body in awe, talking among each other. Taking a glance herself, she notices a man dressed nearly the same as Spider-Man lays in front of her. His costume torn in various places showing a bit of skin with bruises, and darker shades of reds in some areas of his costume. 'That is not possible' she thinks to herself knowing that Peter Parker is back in base. Reassuring herself, she walks towards him and takes off the decently ripped mask revealing a Peter Parker's face. His hair was shorter and he had a more scruffier bearded face, but it was no doubt Peter Parker. Without hesitation she orders the team to help him as much as they can until they get back to headquarters.

Storm walks to towards the main deck to report back to Maria Hill, picking up a two way communication device from the current location to base. "Mrs. Hill. Storm reporting in. The mission was successful with less then expected casualties" Storm reports figuring out how to word her next phrase, "and we manage to extract.. What seems to be.. a badly injured Peter Parker or Spider-Man." The report itself was confusing Storm and adding towards the headache. Reaching towards the first aid to find a Tylenol. She swallows pill in hopes of immediate recovery and finishes the report with "Our arrival time is 25 minutes. Have a medic waiting upon ground level. We will arrive shortly."

[Avengers Assemble GO]

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Clint waited to see if his little chick would speak again though it would seem as though she had little to say, was she telling the whole truth? No she was hiding something but what he didn’t know. He could feel and see it within her eyes. However despite knowing that she was withholding information he bit his tongue allowing her to have her secrets just for now. Why did he have the feeling that Nick was more involved in this than Avalon was letting on? Did his little girl know of Steves youngest child? Did Natasha? He wasn’t going to say anything about it until Steve told them afterall it was Steves secret to tell not his! He blinked a couple of times trying to stay awake, who knew how long he had with his wife? She could be called into duty at any time so she wanted to be able to see her while she was with him!

Seeing Ragnarok getting up to leave he smiled and gave a quick wave to the man, after all Avalon seemed to like him even if his wife wasn’t too sure of the man. He would be nice to the guy so long as he was nice to Avalon and his little chick continued to like him. He turned and smiled at the sight of Avalon pouting for the man as he left, why was she disappointed to see the man leave? He would most likely return to her when he was fully able to! It was possible that the man left to help with cleanup and repairing the base from the invasion? He turned to Natasha as she sat down on his bedside, he watched his wife carefully as she watched the man leave them.

He gave a quick glance to the room that he was in, seemed as though it had survived the invasion quite well. He would think that the entrances would be the worst of so they ought to be the first things to be fixed. If he wasn’t injured then he’d have been either by Avalons bedside or helping to fix any and all damages to their home. But as it were he was stuck in bed until his wounds had healed. He smiled when Natasha mentioned that kiss that he had requested from her, so she had noticed and was just waiting until now? “I don’t know how but you did” he joked back to her just before her lips touched his own in a gentle kiss. He hadn’t been expecting an overly passionate kiss from his wife while they were in the presence of their only daughter.

As soon as Natasha had reached over to take his hand in her own intertwining their fingers together he grinned up at her despite the pain that he still felt from his wounds. He knew that they both knew of the dangers of their jobs, their occupations weren’t the safest in the world. It paid to be good at them though. Plus having a wife as amazing as Natasha never hurt either! He wanted to frown when he though of how she had to have felt sleeping in their bed alone last night, had she missed the way he would randomly hug her in the middle of the night? It was strange how he had slept in this medical bed quite alright despite the lack of warmth that Natasha gave him, he loved snuggling into his wife just to feel her warmth...



Battle Theme

[Mr Celtic Enigma]

tab Too much. This was way too much for the Asgardian with a previously already tempered patience tolerance to be tested. Ryon was in an ill mood after the grand display of fireworks and colorful medleys which had caught him off guard. He was going to believe from now till whenever he saw fit to dissipate the thought that the table was aimed to collide with him. Ryon was going to believe that this hat-clad, offset clothing, fiery orange hair trickster had it out for him. The green and orange hybrid of a being was one concern. The female who had traveled with him and stayed a few inches or feet behind him, was more of a concern. Frequented glances towards her direction could determine that she had a fascination and curiosity about his uncle. This being something he fully wanted to avoid seeing as he knew his uncle was a threat to society due to his history and in a threatening position to himself by being knocked out. Once his uncle would awaken hours from now, Ryon would speak to him. Let his uncle know what he had done and where he had found him. The shape he was in and the people who had tried to interfere with his safe recovery and trek to the SHIELD Base.

tab I noticed there is a stain on your cape was that always there? Also I will be happy to assist, maybe when we reach the place you are heading I can be of more assistance. Whatever did this to him seemed to know what it was doing. There is some sort of hex or curse that is repelling me from taking care of it, maybe if your uncle can regain enough strength I can work with him to take care of this curse. There is also a second some powerful toxin I can take care of that but it will take some time. Those words kept ringing in his head. He felt as if this female was ushering too much to give his uncle assistance and be of use. Not under the idea of truly being helpful, but possibly wanting to run tests or do something to his uncle behind closed doors. There would be none of that and the fact that she would later lay her hands on Loki wasn't sitting well with Ryon either. He didn't give her permission to touch Loki nor did he truly want her around. For all he could care, she was just some random stranger who liked to shove her nose in other peoples business. "There will be no working with my uncle, nor will there be any further touching. You have already done enough in these past moments. You will do well to keep your hands to yourself" Ryon replied.

tab Granted, this reply was spoken earlier prior to the event with the table and the fireworks. Now however, he was caught in an indifference of moods and emotions. Current time, he was surrounded by this Suzumie woman, That orange and green shape shifter, some boy that had arrived and took to the shape shifter's side, himself and Loki unconscious over his back. To be honest, his path towards the SHIELD base seemed to be blocked by these people. Clearly setting up a perimeter or a blockade to disallow him to continue further. This did not sit well with Ryon at all. Ryon admittedly was clenching his teeth at this moment. Molars colliding with molars in the tightest vice his jaws could muster. Trying to decide between keeping his mouth shut and dealing with the situation in a calm, peaceful way. Or, losing his cool and alternatively, letting everyone have it. In his decision making, Ryon comfortably switched shoulders to which his unconscious uncle would be laying draped upon and over. Switching from the left, closest to everyone, now to the right, away from everyone cautiously. He didn't know when his uncle would wake up, but there was no use wasting time furthermore.

tab The moment he had found a chance to speak, a familiar, friendly and always meaningful voice had spoken over the breeze in the air. Ryon! Sif. His mother, she had arrived. Where was she? Ryon's eyes peered all over the place, feet even following his gaze at times to allow him to step around. Until he found her. Finally, Ryon found her. The sight of his mother adorned in her warriors uniform with her sword out was a very welcoming sight. Her features still as soft and genuine as a mothers touch. Her body unharmed, unmaimed and unmarked. She was healthy. She looked to be in fighting shape and her stance was as straight as always. Still beautiful as her near-raven colored hair was overtaken from the breeze momentarily. Still the ideal image of beauty and grace from Asgard. His mother might have been the Goddess of War, but she was truly the image of a Goddess and an Angel by any retrospect. Her fighting style was unmatched. Her care and concern over her two children was undeniable. Her attention to being the best mother she could ever be, indescribable. No doubt as soon as Ryon had seen his mother begin to arrive, any ill natures thought had diminished.

tab "Mother!" Ryon had called out, his voice a mixture of pure relief that she had came over to provide an assist, combined with mild caution. Seeing his mothers gaze exchange between Loki over his shoulder and Ryon himself, Ryon understood the confusion. "It is a fairly simple explanation. I can assure you. However, such matters would be best spoken elsewhere" Ryon tried to explain as best as he could to minimize his mothers confusion temporarily. Not daring to question the seriousness on his mothers face, Ryon assumed it was due to how he himself was standing and the fact that he was now nearly surrounded by people. It was a blessing that his mother had taken to his side to offer assistance. He didn't feel as if the Suzumie female had any true fighting spirit or talents. These people have no quarrel with you this day, stranger; I suggest that you stand down and allow them to pass. There it was. The sign of Sif's straightforwardness and getting right to the point. If it were any other time, Ryon would wear a wide smile on his face, nearly close to his fathers. But in this case, Ryon simply awaited responses from the colorful being she was speaking to.

tab Do you truly startle so easily, poor Ryon? We thought you a warrior, not a mere babe. Any prior look of positivity in response to his mothers arrival, now turned heel. In this moment, Ryon felt as if he was being humiliated by this colorful gender-confused individual. He couldn't grip his battleaxe due to his right hand draped over Loki's back for sturdiness. But his facial expression was enough to offer a sight at how confrontation he would have been otherwise. "Do not mock me, mortal of many colors. You have always found humor in distracting me. Whether it be in the city where I had first touched down, or now blocking my arrival to SHIELD's stronghold. Do not do that again" Ryon warned them. Referring to the colorful person as a 'them' in his mind due to hos he couldn't keep up with the female and male shifting. The king looks pale as death. Would that not be grand? Such chaos that would ensue! Were they now stating that his uncle's death would be a grand event? That his uncles death would be a spectacle? How dare them. Stepping forward, Ryon now felt inclined to speak his mind further on the matter, surprisingly speaking up for his uncle.

tab "You speak of my uncle with unwarranted disrespect and joyous thought upon his demise. Yet you truly do not know him as a whole. You speak of him as a King. As a king, you are to respect his wishes, if you are aligned within his crusade. You do not know what trouble and turmoil my uncle has withstood throughout his life, nor do you understand the severity of his injuries. Death is not a matter to be rejoiced upon. Even the most hated of enemies have respect for one another. It does not matter what harm my uncle has done in the past. Yet what he makes of himself in the present and the future. Should this injury render my uncle close to a thread of life, I will pray to the heavens that he is healed fully. Once he has awakened, I will be sure to tell him exactly what you have told me. Until that day, you will no longer speak ill words of my uncle nor will you wish death or harm upon this man. He might not be born of Asgard, but it was where he was raised. Thus, he is of blood to me and always will be family". Glaring at the colorful being, Ryon simply took a step back to return to his mothers side. Certainly after such a speech of sorts he had spoken, he was bound to get questioned later.

tab Clearly not keeping tabs on the one male that was once next the the colorful shape shifter, Ryon was startled when his peripheral vision took in man now hovered between himself and Suzumie. If his patience was wearing thin before, it was merely inches away from Ryon setting his uncle down and taking a battleaxe in hand for a threatening challenge. Aw, Maci didn't mean anything by it, lady. She was just greeting them. Maci's harmless. Blasphemy. Even if the colorful being now had the name of Maci, such a 'Maci' was still a threat to Ryon at this moment. With his attention brought on his uncle, his ability to defend himself at the moment was now slim. Luckily, Sif was always on guard. His mother, was always on guard. It is true, young lady. In fact, we thought it only polite to escort them. It seems they are headed to the rebel base. Let us make haste. We are sure the mortals would just adore their present. No. Absolutely not. No, no, no. Suddenly both Maci and the other male felt inclined to invite themselves to the SHIELD Base. Ryon would not have any of it and he would certainly challenge Maria Hill on the matter if she chose to allow them entry.

tab His lips parted to speak words to this Maci being and her afloat ally, yet they were quickly closed due to the sight of a new oncoming person. Sudden confusion, inability to gander thought and pure surprise had clouded his mind at the moment. It had essentially looked as if Loki, was now in two bodies. One which was held over his shoulder, and one now approaching in civilian attire. The Loki look-a-like now took a glance over Ryon's mother before stepping closer to inquire about her clothing and Asgardian origins. You must be an asgardian; judging from your attire.” Then Ragnarok stopped a few feet from Sif. “My name is Ragnarok Lokison, What’s yours? Lokison. Did this truly mean that the God of Trickery and Madness had a son? If so, who would have bedded his uncle and what ties would that issue to Ryon as family? Ryon quickly looked over at his mother with a uncomfortable look on his face due to his confusion on the matter. Perhaps his mother knew something that he hadn't? Perhaps Sif knew who this mans mother was? Perhaps this was one of Loki's clones distracting the group and Loki truly wasn't unconscious after all. Ryon was at a loss.



■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | Sidewalk (1 min. from SHIELD Base)
■ ＡＴＴＩＲＥ | Asgardian Armor | Cape | Balestarius
■ ＷＩＴＨ | Loki; Mac/Maci; Chester; Suzumie; Sif; Ragnarok



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Ashkitty Love

Ophrysia

Wire_Colossus

[xXSekeraXx]

“You either die a hero or..."

"live long enough to see yourself become the villain.”

Weapons: Eclipse Duel Blades can become bow/arrows and scythe, hands.

Skills:
Crimson Flash,
Summon: Azrael

Drive mode: Valor Drive , Lucky Cat Drive
Witch Trick:Walk on walls, ceilings,ect along with a vanish trick like a Cheshire cat for five seconds minimum except in lucky cat drive it lasts up to a minute the vanish trick.
Multi-Wield: Able to wield different weapons, including hand to hand combat, scythe, bow arrow, duel blades..
Powers:
Heal
Chaser Mines can also form around summoner to act as a shield blowing targets too close back.
Ice manipulation: Glacial Fang and Diamond Dust.
Fire manipulation: Burning Souls and Fire Storm
Lightning manipulation: Thunder Crash (2:42-2:46) and Reverse Polarity which acts as a light electric body shield, enhances physical strikes, alter gravity around the person so they can move about defying it, also focus it on the floor like a sphere to help cushion a high fall so you won't be hurt if you land in it.

It was a bit odd how Ryon told her pretty much not to help his uncle anymore just what was going through this guys head. Doing a mental groan and roll of the eyes it seemed she would need to use something like a hammer to get through to this guys head that his uncle needed help and she was happy to help. Was it really that strange in this world called earth to actually help someone!? Keeping her eyes on the colorful figure and the male who could vanish and appear, when the one who was able to vanish and disappear said hi to her she just gave a slight nod to him, it was not bad to be polite right?

Her eyes went back to Ryon man this guy was just a mess was he really not a chick in a male body about to have a hormone explosion or something! How to approach to mister I am a god and blah, blah, blah.. Taking a calm breath she just looked over at him about to try and help him calm down that was until she heard another female call out his name. Hearing him call this warrior female his mother she could not see anything similar between them, still that never really held anything for being parents. Smiling at the female she was happy to know that the presence of his mother could calm him. " It is nice to meet you Ryon's mother I do wish it was under better circumstance.


Hearing the two figures speak again she wanted to do a face palm really those two needed to cut it out. Were they really just trying to see how far they could poke fun at him until he snapped." Hey Ryon just breath ok.. Can you not recognize this they are getting under your skin and if you let them succeed then your head won't be on straight. That is always a bad thing in any situation combat or not." Keeping an eye on the two figures her ears perked up almost like a dogs hearing another new voice.


Just what was going on was this just like a meet and greet place! Ryon needed to move it to help his uncle and not just stand around. Surely he could make a break for it, with his mother here and herself they could keep the two people who appeared Maci and Chester back long enough for him to make it. "Ryon no offense but your uncle can't afford for you to just stand here and wait for them to move. You can make a break for it ok I bet your mom and I can keep these two back if they try anything."

Location: street of this new world.

Drive:None

Theme:Following Ryon.

With: Ryon, Loki, Chester, Mac/Maci, Sif, Ragnarok

Ophrysia

Mr Celtic Enigma

Ashkitty Love

Wire_Colossus

[Ashkitty Love]

Pietro Django Maximoff
Quicksilver

Keira Sera Maximoff
Siren

Pietro didn't have to wait long before the door opened and his father appeared before him. Having become accustomed to Magneto's stoic mask, the younger man could identify the anger and exhaustion that the elder was hiding. It was an almost identical mirror to how he was feeling. He responded with a nod and walked side-by-side with his father for a few paces before raising speed and fast-walking ahead.

Keira stuck her tongue out at her brother's jibes, but said nothing. She watched Piety and Cici leave the room, then turned her attention to Aussie and his dilemma. A smile turned the corners of her mouth up slightly, and she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Then I guess it's just a little fortunate that we're going to a funeral. You won't have to say much; just show respect for the dead," she advised him. Speaking of the dead, she wondered how Killian would have reacted to her bringing a human onto the Brotherhood floors. Worse than how her grandfather had reacted over the phone, she imagined.

Pietro reached the kitchen in seconds. "Let's go," he instructed, echoing Erik's command. His eyebrows knit as he noticed a lack of two particular individuals. "Keira, where's your brother and his girlfriend?" he asked his youngest child. When all he received was a shrug and a "I have no clue, Papa," he turned and called out, "Pietro, Grace, let's go!" Not opting to wait until he saw them, he went to the exit, expecting to meet up again with his father there and for the younger generation to follow.

Keira stood on tiptoe to give Austin a quick peck on the cheek. "You heard him," she stated, then turned to the door, hand in hand with her boyfriend to lead him and, if necessary, protect him.

[Angelic Cheetah]

"Nú var Loki tekinn griðalauss ok
farit með hann í helli nökkvorn.
Þá tóku þeir þrjár hellur ok settu
á egg ok lustu rauf á hellunni hverri.
Þá váru teknir synir Loka Váli ok Nari eða Narfi."

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"Now Loki was taken truceless, and was brought
with them into a certain cave. Thereupon they took
three flat stones, and set them on edge and drilled a
hole in each stone. Then were taken
Loki's sons Váli and Nari or Narfi..."

"Brugðu æsir Vála í vargslíki ok reif
hann í [sundr] Narfa, bróður sinn.
Þá tóku æsir þarma hans ok bundu Loka
með yfir þá þrjá [egg]steina, einn undir
herðum, annarr undir lendum, þriði undir
knésfótum, ok urðu þau bönd at járni."

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"...the Æsir changed Váli into the form of a wolf,
and he tore asunder Narfi his brother.
And the Æsir took his entrails and bound Loki
with them over the three stones: one stands under
his shoulders, the second under his loins, the third
under his houghs; and those bonds were turned to iron."

Váli and Nari disliked that the beast had claimed that illusions would not work against him. Though they couldn’t know if the beast was lieing or not and they hated having to take the beasts words at face value. Both tensed as suddenly Fenrir began to transform and cringed slightly at the sounds of breaking bones that accompanied the transformation. It was an obviously painful transformation, but it appeared that the son of Loki paid it no mind. Finally, the great wolf Fenrir stood in their midst in his true form which was bigger than any wolf than they have ever seen. They listened as Fenrir further spoke with ire at the beast before yet another joined them: Fray. Váli and Nari had met Fray around the training grounds, which led to the three of them to becoming good friends. The twins knew Fray to be an excellent swordsman and they weren’t exactly surprised when the Asgardian had challenged Fenrir to a fight.

Váli rolled his eyes, while Nari merely grinned. Váli thought Fray was being foolish and possibly arrogant in challenging a son of Loki, who was said to bring about Ragnarok, the end of the world. Nari on the other hand had confidence in Fray… besides, he wanted to see why exactly Fray had been given such a crazy title and this seemed like as good of an opportunity as ever to find out. The twins watched as Fray drew his giant weapons and slammed them together to create one giant sword. They had never understood why Fray had been given such huge weapons, and Fray had never given them a straight answer about it anyways. However, suddenly there was more sickening cracking of bone and this time it was Fray that was transforming. The twins shared mirrored looks of shock at seeing this happen to their friend, having never known about Fray’s other form. Now both the title and giant weapons made complete sense.

“…I guess Fray’s not as foolish as you were thinking brother,” Nari said as he continued to watch their friend.

“Perhaps not foolish, brother, but still arrogant,” Váli retorted glancing at Nari, “I do not doubt the finality in his voice, but arrogant in that he appears to believe that he’ll win against a creature even the Norns feared.”

Váli looked back towards the impending battle as he heard Fenrir say something insulting to Fray. That was never a good thing, but the impending battle would never come to pass. Suddenly the dragon beast was in human form holding the death witch in his arms and took hold of Fenrir’s fur. Then all three of them were gone and the dragon beast had replaced them. And then the dragon took flight taking the goddess and the giant wolf with him.

Their Location: Midgard, New Asgard They're wearing: These Midgardian clothes Company: Fenrir, Erik Black-Soul, Lady Freyja, Hnoss, Gersemi, Sigyn, Fray & The Other Their weapons: Vali & Nari

[Ophrysia]

I am the Lady Sif, born a goddess and forged a warrior...
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“Aw, Maci didn't mean anything by it, lady. She was just greeting them. Maci's harmless.” she heard the being's younger companion speak in her defense. “I do not think harmless is the word I would choose to describe what she is.”, she responded to the boy; it was neither an insult nor a compliment to the strange being. They were eccentric, certainly; and powerful, if the being's unusual display of sorcery was any indication. While there seemed no immediate need to confront them, no sign of any true intent on their part to cause harm, the war goddess did not quite dare to drop her guard in their presence, though her weapon remained, for the moment, at her side. As the woman, Maci as she was evidently called, continued to speak, the war goddess bit back her own reply to the following words; but it was Ryon, much to Sif's surprise and concern alike, who quickly snapped in response and in Loki's defense, his determination and argument both painfully familiar; after all, had she not listened to his father fight this same battle, cling stubbornly to the same futile reasoning, time and again... “enough, Ryon” she spoke her son's name in a warning tone; not to scold him for what he had said, though there would be time enough to discuss that later, but merely to alert him that he was allowing his temper to get ahead of him, and now was not the time for any more unnecessary conflict.

Despite herself she took advantage of the current stand-still to step to Ryon's side, to the bundled form he carried; instinctively she pressed two fingers with caution against the side of his neck in search of a pulse, some assurance that he'd not perished already, for at first glance she would have believed it so; she found one, erratic and not near as strong as it should have been, but still beating nonetheless.

No sooner than she lowered her hand, a group of four SHIELD agents quickly approached them, no doubt alerted to the commotion outside. “Considerate of you, but it would seem that they intend to escort us back, themselves” she said to Maci, managing a polite tone despite the firmness in her voice and the equally firm grip on her weapon; she still didn't know what to make of the woman, but if the way the SHIELD agents seemed to immediately be on edge in her presence was any clue, Maci was not as harmless as her young companion claimed, nor was she to be considered a friend. “Son of a b***h-” she immediately heard one of the agents swear under their breath, no doubt having spotted the unconscious form slung over Ryon's shoulder. There was little reason to try and bother with explanations, then; she didn't not have such explanations, herself, in any case. “I need for you to alert Lady Hill of the situation, and send someone to fetch Thor; quickly” she spoke then to the agents, still holding a calm air about her despite the situation before her. Sif realized immediately how truly mad she must have sounded, sending for aid for an enemy SHIELD would surely rather put out of his misery, permanently. The agents' pause at her order only confirmed it; she could hardly blame them in the least. “If you and your people intend to see an end to this war, then he will be of more use to you alive; detain him however you must, but he may not last a trip to the cells if we continue to waste time. Now go.” Whether or not her explanation would prove true, she couldn't say. It was an unsettling mix of emotions that she felt, fury among them, that she found herself arguing on Loki's behalf now when a part of her would have preferred nothing more than to drive her blade through his already failing heart and be done with all of this. For all of the suffering he'd caused to the innocent of Migard, to Asgard...

To Thor.

Most of all, she'd not forgiven him for the pain and torment he'd put Thor through; she would never forgive him for that. But seeing him now, for the first time since his attempt to take the throne of Asgard mere days before the news of his fall and subsequent death had followed, she felt a pang of something else besides the obvious anger; sadness, some shred of relief that he was not dead perhaps, or perhaps a little of both. “He will live, if we make haste” she assured her son. Regardless of what other questions she had for Ryon, or for any of them, she couldn't argue with his insistence upon returning to the base without further undue interruptions; they could not afford to stall any longer, or they would lose perhaps the only decent lead against the remaining enemy forces that they would ever have. Assuming of course that the trickster god could be persuaded to cooperate; though there would be no persuading a dead man, if they continued to remain where they were.

As Sif glanced back to the unconscious and deathly still figure draped over Ryon's shoulder, however, something else caught her eye; in one of Loki's, half confined by the heavy fabric he was wrapped in, the war goddess caught a glimpse of a small object light in color, managing to just barely stand out against the too-pale pallor of the hand that held it. She cautiously reached for the object, a feather, something he'd grasped for shortly before losing consciousness, if she had to guess; there was no mistaking it, anywhere. Freyja. Sif would have to inquire later as to how Loki had gotten hold of such an item, whether or not it had been intended, but for now... “take him and go with Hill's men to the holding cells; I will follow as soon as I can” she said to Ryon, knowing that by now the others would have been informed of the situation. At the same time she reached for a small leather sachet that she often kept on her side. Sif carefully held the feather in one hand, noting that was already stained with flecks of blood; not wasting a moment, she poured part of the sachet's contents, water, over it.

Norns, what a fine mess this was going to be to explain. It was certainly not how she'd intended to be reunited with the dear friend and mentor she'd not seen in many years. But whatever ailment that had befallen SHIELD's newest prisoner, it was no ordinary wound to have rendered an immortal of their resilience to such a state; it was unlikely that the mortal's healing methods would be of any use here.

Sif glanced sidelong to the young woman who seemed insistent on offering her aid in the odd predicament they all seemed to be caught in. Though there was still so little for the war goddess to rely on, as to who among these people were friends or foes, she didn't immediately dismiss the offer. Nor did she have the opportunity to voice an agreement, either, before another voice interrupted; “you must be Asgardian, judging by your attire. My name is Ragnarok Lokison; what's yours?” Sif did not pause for so much as a second before her sword turned immediately in her hand, the identical second blade sliding free from the opposite side of the hilt, and with a turn of her arm the weapon swung and stopped just short of the neck of the voice's owner, stopping them in their tracks before they could speak another word or take another step.

Turning to face the newcomer, she was met with a face that looked unnervingly identical to that of Asgard's traitor himself. Immediately Sif found herself at a loss of what to make of the fellow held at bay by her sword, only that he was not Loki, illusion or otherwise. While he wore the trickster's appearance, even spoke in his voice, she'd known both princes of Asgard for too long, since the three of them were little more than children, to make such mistakes easily. That, of course, was not all that had set her on edge... “Not another step,” was the only reply she deigned to give him, and it was no friendly reply by any means. She didn't turn from him as she drew closer to where Ryon still stood, motioning for him to follow the agents back to base as first intended. Son of Loki or Loki himself, imposter or no, it mattered not one bit if the stranger intended to be a threat to her or to her son. He would not have a head about his shoulders for long.

Ragnarok... the man's name alone instantly settled poorly with her as it would nearly any Aesir. Was it some manner of cruel jest that he was named thus? Certainly not one she would even expect of the man's alleged father, to name any son of his after the very prophecy that had all but condemned him. Sif wasn't certain what this meant, much less why any child of the trickster's would be present there with the Resistance, but it did not sit well with her at all. “Wait, Lady Sif,” she heard one of the remaining agents speak up; “he's one of ours.” Sif didn't miss the way they seemed to say so reluctantly, as if they themselves didn't care for the idea; somewhat of a puzzled expression crossed her face only a moment, before she lowered her sword with equal reluctance, gaze not straying from the man. “He is an ally...” she mulled over the agent's words as if she didn't quite believe what she was hearing, responding in question to ensure that she had heard such; what would bring this man to fight for the Resistance, if not to use the alliance to his advantage? It made no sense, and Sif was far less keen on trusting him, but it was a matter she would have to speak with Lady Hill regarding, later, when more urgent matters were settled. For now, Hill's men trusted him about as well as one could expect; that would have to be convincing enough. “We will have to see,” she said dismissively, sparing Ragnarok one final glance for the time being, before returning to her son's side as she noted he still remained behind, no doubt to ensure for himself that this newcomer meant none of them harm.

This was all more than even she cared to try and deal with at one time, so for now she chose to keep her focus on her intended task; bring Ryon, and evidently his unconscious charge, back to SHIELD's stronghold unharmed.

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status: well | mood: wary/defensive | location: Outside Westchester Base | company: Ryon/Suzumi/Loki/Mad/Chester/Ragnarok

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... I have been baptized in the tears of my enemies,
and their children's children fear my name.

[Avengers Assemble GO]

J.A.R.V.I.S
Analysing...
Suite damage: 0%
Energy levels: 100%
Unit Location...not far from Howies room

Tony sighed quietly to himself when he heard the kid calling him dad again, did this kid truly want him to be his father? He could hardly wait to talk to Pepper about this! He didn’t hear the boy following him, he didn’t even think that the boy would! He heard the ever closing footsteps of someone following him though the closer they got to him the louder they became. Strange… were they meant to be that loud? The sound of ripping clothes had him stopping, was Bruce behind him? He truly hoped that it was Bruce, or even the hulk… hulk would be good to see! But no the sounds continued to come towards him almost sounding desperate, why? What or who was following him? Soon he had his answer, four arms wrapping themselves around his person and pulling him towards them. Though the hug was gentle like a childs… wait was this Howie? “Fallout? Oh I get it” Tony whispered to himself before trying to turn to face ‘Fallout’ with no success. He could hear the kid crying and it broke him. Had his own father felt the same when he first went to boarding school? probably not. Anyways back to Howie… “Howie son… you need to let Daddy go, he has Avengers work to do then we can hang out! I promise I’m not mad at you… its your mother that I’m mad at. Ok son?” He said wondering where Cory was.

Granted his daughter had yelled at him to stop but he had kept on going anyways, she was probably going to be mad at him again! Not that he could blame her… she probably knew that he just used the first thing he though of as an excuse to leave them (despite it being true). Why hadn’t Pepper tried to contact him with some forewarnings? Its not as if she couldn’t have told Jarvis to tell him! He patted Howies arms trying to calm his adopted son down all the while thinking of what he and the boy could do together. What did the boy like to do anyways? He needed to find out and fast! Though he figured that getting out from the kids arms would be a good start… He began to wish that Cory would take pity on him and ask Howie to let him go… Though she seemed more concerned about keeping others away from them… maybe for the best?

“see son… even your sister says that you’ve done nothing wrong” Tony said hoping that the boy was listening to both himself and Cory. He held onto Howies arms as best as he could “I know… do you want to do a special big boy job for Daddy?” Tony asked him trying to turn around in Howies arms to look at him. He needed to know if this plan of his would work… he needed to distract Howie for five minutes… just five minutes!

Battle Theme

[Wire_Colossus]

“I am Fallen,”
“I am Fallout,”
“I am Pressure,”
“I am Echo,”
“I am Freedom,”
“My Name is Howie, would you like to play?”

When Stark and Cory both tried to calm Howie down, it worked but fallout caught some of Stark’s words and let go of stark. He rather quickly reverted to howie, But Howie grabbed hold of Stark’s left hand. “Please don‘t be mad at mom. She saved me. I Got lost when I was very little. My mom and dad found me eventually, though they search constantly. They found me alive deep in a cave. I was in good health, Healthier in fact than I had been when I got lost. I remember who was responsible for my survival. His name is Echo.” Then Howie moved to stand in front of Tony and continued. “Echo is a large bat like beast, blind to all, but the perfect cave dwelling killing machine. He is one of my adaptations to adversity. I don‘t like talking about this subject, As Cory very well knows. Both my birth parents are dead. My mother, was killed when her space worthy craft‘s guidance systems were damaged by the monsters, the chitauri. She was trying to disable to portal. Her craft veered off course, flew into orbited and exploded. I fell Back to earth, I became Fallen in the process. Fallen is a creature of utter loneliness, a being who doesn‘t breath at all, and gets all of his energy from the light of distant stars. He is also covered with epidermal armor made of a kind bone that is so dense that it can out right ignore the heat of atmospheric re-entry. I landed somewhere in the ocean, and survived for two years at the bottom of the ocean while my father endlessly searched for me. He found me by chance when I had been swimming at the surface with a friend, a dolphin. I survived those years because of Pressure. Pressure is a being of intense fear. He is a humanoid cross of crocodile and hammer head shark.”

Then howie paused for a moment. “Years later the Chitauri Attacked the nuclear reactor facility that My father worked in, and in the end the reactor was damaged. My father managed to get me down to the underground bunker, but it wasn’t deep enough. The reactor had a catastrophic failure. My father was Unaffected as per his mutation, which was total immunity to radiation, not matter how strong it was. I on the other hand had to adapt. Fallout is the form that resulted. A being of unlimited strength and rage. I witnessed a chitauri kill my father, I killed it.”

and then he took a step away as if gathering his thoughts. “And that’s the last thing I can remember before waking up in an orphanage to find a woman with red hair signing papers that led to my being her son and Cory’s brother. I have been through more in my life than you Can imagine. I have yet still one more adaptation. His name is Freedom. His body can emulate any, and I do mean ANY weapon he sees. Including weapons or flight stabilizers from any one of your or Cory’s suits. He is the embodiment of my fighting spirit. My will to protect. And I’m not about to Lose my family all over again!!!!” and then he Looked Tony right in the eyes as tears streamed down his own cheeks.

[Wire_Colossus]

"When All things are said and done…"

“What Could I possibly have done to deserve such rampant violence from every single person older than me? So What If I look and sound like loki, So what If I have his blood in my veins! I‘m NOT HIM!!!!” Ragnarok questioned and then shouted before deliberately ending his daily illusion and revealing his true self. A being with a long tail, and two arms in the normal places, but 8 more on the upper back. His skin and eyes were those of a frost giant, and still he bore an eerie resemblance to loki. “I am the Aesir god of magic, not the god of tricksters. Created from a single hair he shed in the battle that consumed this city, and a vial of blood from a Mr. Hank McCoy. Stop comparing me to LOKI!!!” Ragnarok screamed in rage, tears in his eyes. Then the air began to move and the wind soon began to roil and turn, and scream. Clouds began to form in the sky and at ground level as well, the two sets of cloud connecting as they formed into one of natures most devastating Phenomena. Tornadoes. Two different tornadoes formed about a block or two away from them. “I don’t want to be his son…Stop comparing me to him… I’ve been shot at because I have his face, I’ve been stabbed, shot at, burned, and now this!” And then The sky began to darken and lightning began to strike and thunder boomed. It soon began to rain, but not the kind of rain associated with any storm thor might have produced. This rain was coming down so hard that it became difficult to see Ragnarok, and the rain drops were slightly larger than normal; making it actually sting to be hit by them. Then something harder began to fall. Hailstones. The ahil stones were tiny, but that quickly changed as they got larger and larger. The wind continued to get stronger and stronger. This was no thunder storm. It was a hurricane. A hurricane of magic. This was in no way shape or form ordinary weather, because every drop of rain, every hailstone, every breath of screaming wind, every boom of thunder, and every strike of lightning, it was all pure unfiltered, unrestrained magic of every known type. As Ragnarok became more and more upset, the storm grew more and more violent as well as more and more powerful. And then just as suddenly as it had come into being, the storm of magic was gone, the sky was clear one more. Ragnarok was calm again. “Sorry about that. I sometimes can’t stop myself from thinking about the way people treat me, and it gets to me. I’m sorry if I frightened you with that little storm,” and then he was instantly back to having his illusion up. He looked like loki in human clothing again. No tail, not blue skin, no orange eye, no extra arms. But perhaps most frightening aspect was the wording he chose. He had implied that the storm he’d created was small, therefore weak. It implied that he could make them much larger and much more powerful. A truly terrifying thought.

"…I am still my father‘s son."