Earth's Darkest Hours (Avengers Rp) CLOSED

[Princess Apple White]

Nick kept smiling at her little sister. ”Roy you rest up I want you all better!” She told her brother. Not knowing what her mom wanted to talk about. If she knew why wouldn’t her brothers know about their little sister.

Leaving her mom and brother alone Nick started to show Brian around the base and to the play area. ”I wish I could play with her but she is asleep and on top of that my teacher is returning so I have to show her how my alone training went.” She said once they reached the playroom. Typing in the code to unlock the door so that Brian could go in.

”After training Ill come see her again, hopefully she is up.” Nick said before leaving them. Going to the hanger she waited in an area that was not destroyed by the battle yesterday.

[Angelic Cheetah]

Avalon made a face when her parents kissed in front of her and looked away. She didn’t really get what the fascination adults had with kissing was, but her mother once told her that she’d understand when she was older. Avalon wasn’t too sure what her mom had meant by that, but she supposed that she’d have to wait and see. She wondered if Nick was off playing with Antoinette while the grown ups were busy with whatever had happened while she’d been out. It was obvious that something had happened, but no one was telling her anything yet. Her parents had promised to tell her later, but that moment just wasn’t coming fast enough lying in this hospital bed. Hopefully Ava would be discharged from the Medical bay soon… either that or she could sneak out. She was quite good at sneaking around and out of places.

Natasha would have stayed there in that room, sitting at her husband’s bedside and being near her daughter for the entire day if she were permitted. However, that option wasn’t in her cards this morning. Over her ear piece she heard a request for an escort from the surface as it seemed that Ragnarok had lost his temper when dealing with Lady Sif. Natasha could only imagine how badly the Asgardians reacted to SHILED’s little science experiment wearing Loki’s face. The meeting had been inevitable she supposed, but she had hoped it would have been in a more controlled environment than the surface. Though, it was a secondary piece of information, which prompted her departure: a medical team was being requested to stand by for the Mischief god himself appeared to be a death’s door.

She reached up to touch her ear piece with her free hand before saying, “Romanoff here. I’ll take care of it. Have the medical staff standby.” She then smiled apologetically first at Clint and then at her daughter. “There’s a situation on the surface, but I’ll come back to check on the two of you later.” She said and gave her husband another quick kiss before leaving his side to go over to Ava’s bed. “I will be back soon. In the mean time, Avalon, listen to your father.” She kissed her daughters forehead before leaving the room completely. Natasha hastily made her way towards the nearest exit to the surface. It didn’t take her very long to find one and she had caught the last few seconds of Ragnarok’s storm as she stepped out of the elevator.

It wasn’t hard to spot the large group standing not very far from the base itself. Natasha briskly walked over and was greeted by the two SHIELD agents already present. “Ragnarok, it would be appreciated if you did not do that again.” Natasha spoke to him first mostly to reassure the other’s there that this clone was indeed an ally. He wasn’t technically an agent, but he was still an ally. As much as she disliked Ragnarok, he had yet to give her a valid reason to shoot him and for Avalon’s sake he better not give her one. Natasha was likely one of the few not to have shot at him because of his appearance. She also knew that Avalon would be slow to forgive her if she ever did shoot Ragnarok.

“Lady Sif,” Widow began turning her attention to the Asgardians, “I am Agent Natasha Romanoff, please follow me. A medical team is waiting on standby to treat Loki.” Natasha said motioning for everyone to follow her. She did take note of Harring as well as the young boy and another new comer, but they were not her top priority at the moment which was to get Loki down into the medical bay. It was hard to believe that they were going to save the mischief god after all he had done over the years. However, Loki’s current state could mean that a more powerful force was now in play and only Loki would know what they would be up against now that he’d been dethroned. Natasha quickly led the group to a staircase, which would take them down into the base. From the stairs, she led the way to the medical bay where the medical team was on standby.





■ ＷＥＡＰＯＮＳ | Widow's Bite | Glock-28 Pistols
■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | SHIELD base, Medical Bay
■ ＷＩＴＨ | Sif, Ryon, Ragnarok, Chester, Mad & Suzumi
■ ＯＯＣ | n/a

[Angelic Cheetah]

☤Roy Buchanan Rogers☤
Medic Field Uniform
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“Of course Nick.” Roy said as his sister left with Sir Braddock to show him where the bases playroom was located. He didn’t like being out of the loop, but he only had himself to blame for that. If he hadn’t gotten put under Loki’s spell then perhaps he would know exactly what his mother was going to say to him right now. A lot of things could have been avoided if he hadn’t been so foolish, too many to count in fact. Hill had already told him that none of what happened was his fault, but Roy wasn’t ready to accept that. He had been completely aware of what he was doing, had said such horrible things and had hurt two people he cared for most in his life. It would be quite a while before Roy would be able to forgive himself for his actions, even if his family was already willing to do so.

His grip around the ice Nick had handed him tightened a bit in his anger, though he didn’t seem to notice. “Mom, what’s going on?” Roy repeated irritatedly once they were alone in the room together. He wasn’t sure he would like what he was about to learn, but he supposed he had missed a lot while he had been… gone. Roy was just glad that Nick hadn’t seen how he was acting under Loki’s spell, otherwise he’d had felt even worse about himself right now. That wasn’t something he never wanted Nick to ever bear witness to. In that state there was no doubt in his mind that he would have tried to seriously injure his sister if not kill her like he had tried to do to his stepmom.

And now there was that little girl, Antoinette, Nick had been ecstatic to see and Roy couldn’t shake the feeling that the little girl looked familiar even though he had never seen her before. He had a horrible feeling that he wasn’t going to like what Maria was going to say to him. If that were the case it would be yet another thing to add to his less than happy mood. Roy glanced at the door wishing that Zayne might come back in. Her presence might help him not to loose his temper with whatever it was that Maria was about to tell him. His romantic feelings for the goddess still made him feel guilty, but her continual optimism and determination strangely had a calming effect on him. The ice in his hand was starting to melt and Roy set it down on the bed that Nick had been standing before being distracted by Braddock and Antoinette.

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[Princess Apple White]

Austin Rogers
General of the G.I.Joes

Neutralizing threats before they can even happen

Austin stayed close to Keira holding her hand. ”I promise you sir that I would not have come here and in danger Keira like that if I knew I would be threatened. I will be able to tell those that don’t recognize me as Roy.” Austin explained. When a couple Chitauri walked by he did hide but that was only once. They were out of the tower in no time after that.

Approaching the ship Austin felt his phone vibrate and saw it was a text from Roy. ”That’s my brother. I am going to check on him to make sure he is okay and recovering from the brainwash.” He said. Letting go of Keira’s hand he stayed off the ship and looked at what Roy wrote him.


To: Roy
From: Austin
Message
Oh I know what you are talking about. Apparently on the way to get me Clint told dad I got taken hostage. So dad confessed to me because he felt guilty. We were right though Clint knows nothing else about then, or he didn’t tell dad anything. I will be back to the base soon to explain everything. Short answer like how mom had to quickly take over when Fury died I was called to take over the G I Joes and needed to meet my team in Chicago. I don’t know if I need to leave the base or if I can stay so when I return we can do my monthly blood test to cover for next month.


With the text sent Austin walked onto the ship to meet every one for the funeral.

Got to cover 360

[Wire_Colossus]

“Fool all my senses perfectly, weave your illusions as you will…”

“Arrogant you say?” Fray asked as he turned to face his friends; putting his sword on his back. Then He walked away across the street to a building a block or two away. He put his arms against it and grabbed hold, then he began to strain, and began to lift. Eighty nine floors of skyscraper began to sway ever so slightly while lifting into the air. The sounds of concrete cracking filled the air and windows in the building shattered. Then Fray Looked at the Brothers and with a savage primal roar threw the building in the direction of the one he‘d knocked over previously. The building landed and merely added to the destruction. Then Fray walked back to the brothers and said, “Váli, my friend, you would be wise to think upon the name of my father. And to be more careful of how you speak when you‘re close enough for me to hear you.”

“…Just keep in mind you can’t fool my intuition, And I’m coming in for the kill.”

Mood: Calm Status: 100% health, and transformed Location: Midgard Dangerous: But of course, I’m the God of mass destruction, and I’m in transformed state

[Angelic Cheetah]

[ outfit ] innocence

IndentBefore the dragon could even give him a response, another Aesir dared to intervene. Fenrir’s ears twitched once in annoyance as his gaze shifted towards the newcomer. A puny little Aesir had come to challenge him, who thought his title would actually mean something to him. Titles meant nothing to the great wolf. All the Aesir were the same to him and he would taste this ones blood simply for standing between him and retrieving his sibling. A low ominous growl emanated from his throat as he watched as the young Aesir ready his weapon and then transform into a bigger form. Undaunted, Fenrir assumed the transformation was due to a spell linked to the Aesir’s weapons. “It is I who will kill you, Aesir, you and all your wretched kind!” Fenrir retorted, teeth bared and ready for an attack. He now stood with his back towards the dragon holding his sister captive, his bloodlust having found a new willing target.

However, the battle would never happen. With his back towards the dragon, Fenrir never saw the dragon shift into the form of a man with one arm around Hel. He felt a hand grab part of his fur just as he heard Jormungandr call out his name. An enraged growl leaving his lips as his head turned towards the man who had grabbed him, thinking that the creature had dared to attack him when his back was turned. The world around him suddenly vanished being replaced with an unfamiliar darkness. He could not even begin to recognize where he had been taken, which only fueled his confusion and rage. Fenrir turned towards the man who was now held both and his sister captive as the man spoke to them. He had never taken well to being held against his will. The great wolf had just spent centuries imprisoned and Fenrir never wanted to go through that ever again.

“Fenrir, halda ró, vinsamlegast-” Hel’s words drew his attention away from the wretched creature holding them captive. She was urging him to remain calm, claiming that this creature truly meant them no harm. Though he loathed their captor, Hel’s words appeared to ring true. His sister certainly appeared to be unharmed, though he could feel her hand shake slightly as it went through his fur in an attempt to calm him. “If you are sure Hel,” Despite his rising confusion and anger, Fenrir willed himself to be calm for Hel’s sake, though he remained in his wolf form. His sister was now back by his side and if Erik made one false move Fenrir would not hesitate to bite Erik’s hand off, just like he had done to Tyr all those centuries ago for the Aesir’s trickery.

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location :: New Asgard - Tower - outside the TowerxXxXx InfectedInnocencegavepermission xXxXx
company :: Hela, Erik Black-soul, The Other, Freyja, Gersemi, Hnoss, Sigyn, Vali & NarixXxXx InfectedInnocencegavepermission xXxXx
status :: slightly irritated ; enraged ; confused ; calmish

[Ashkitty Love]

Freyja Njordrdottir
Love- Beauty - Fertility - Gold - Seid - War - Death

Gersemi Odrdottir
Daughter of Od and Freyja - Future Queen of the Valkyrie - Asgardian Alchemist

Sigyn Forsetidottir
Mother of Vali and Nari - Goddess of Compassion and Order - Victorious

Hnoss Freyjadottir
Daughter of Freyja and Od - Heiress of Folkvangr - Matchmaking Volva

Sigyn stared with a look of awe at Fray, the son of Hulk who lived up to his title. "I remember you telling me of a young warrior by that name, my sons, but I do not recall you informing me of a creature by this description," she mumbled. She had seen the young man from afar once or twice, but not in this form. She flinched when he picked up a sturdy, metal-and-concrete building and threw it as if it were no more than a pebble. The odds that the destructive god would win out against the wolf skyrocketed. In spite of herself, she feared for the life of Loki's lupine offspring.

Freyja's reaction to the destruction echoed Sigyn's only in that it caused her to move. However, unlike her friend's frightened flinch, there was an angry twitch in her own eye. Before she could pipe up to scold, however, a movement in her peripheral vision had her turning her glance on the black-soul, back into mortal shape, with Hel draped in his grasp. Whip still in hand, she took a step or two forward, preparing to attack. Unfortunately, she had not moved quickly enough. The black-soul snatched the great wolf and transformed once again, then made its escape. Now, without those three and, it seemed, The Other and Jormungandr, there was no one short of Chitauri grunts to worry about. But, certainly, said grunts were not likely to pounce with the current group of Asgardians standing about that could easily finish them off.

With a sigh, Freyja returned her whip to its rightful form and placed it back on her throat. "Well that was certainly pointless," she said to no one in particular. She turned in the direction that the dragon had flown off to, wondering if it had let go of Hel and Fenrir close enough to feel their presences yet, when the shape similar to that of a bird appeared in the sky. Knowing what she was looking at, she raised her arm, allowing what up close looked like a headless, legless falcon to land. "It seems I've been summoned. I wonder what he could want," she explained. "Who, mama? Who did you give your feather to?" asked Hnoss. "One who I never thought would willingly request my help. Let us be off. Sigyn, are you and your sons coming with us?" "Of course, Freyja," replied the younger goddess. She stepped forward, bidding her boys to follow.

The feathered shape perched on the love goddess's arm hopped onto her shoulders and took the shape of a feathered cape. Before heading off, however, she remembered one other things she had to take care of. She looked to the giant figure who had only recently appeared. "Hulkson, I have heard of your father, but your parentage is no excuse for your previous actions. Whether you are on our side or not, you are only welcome to accompany us if you have the control to not destroy mortal dwellings. I will not have my charges harmed. Do you understand?" she asked with a commanding glare.

With that out of the way, the goddess stepped forward, leading her flight-disabled companions towards their destination.

Taking a place before the younger generation and beside her friend, Sigyn walked close enough to Freyja in order to speak softly so as not to be heard. "My dear friend, Freyja, a word, if you please," she requested. From the woman's formal tone, Freyja knew something serious was to come, for which her friend would want advice. "Go on." "I...finally confessed my feelings to Loki. I was rejected," she explained, eyes riveted on the ground at her feet. Freyja could tell that that was not all of the story, the moisture pooling in her friend's tear ducts a telltale sign. Behind them, she could hear Gersemi explaining things to her twin in hushed tones. Hnoss attempted to muffle a sharp gasp as she looked to Sigyn with pity.

Holding back her anger until she could unleash it on the one who hurt her friend and thoroughly broke her heart, Freyja sucked in a deep breath to even out her voice. "Put him out of your mind, dearest Sigyn. He knows not what he gives up, and I'm sure he will figure it out and feel great pain over it in the near future," she advised, while thinly veiling a threat towards the trickster.

[Ophrysia]

The entire way from Erik's quarters to the next floor where the other members of the Brotherhood waited, there were no words spoken between himself and Pietro; he was grateful for the silence, and imagined that his son no doubt felt the same; a moment of peace before they said goodbye to one of their comrades, and before he would inevitably have to pull the others together and discuss where to go next, if they wanted to continue to ensure their safety in the future. Forcing them to run and go into hiding now was the last thing Erik wanted to do, but there was a chance that soon it would be their only choice.

His alliance with Loki had never ensured their well-being a hundred percent, Erik had always been well aware of that, but he'd thought if he waited for the right time to play his own pieces... Killian's death only ground it in that there would never be a good time to do so.

He continued walking when they reached the main Brotherhood floor, even after his son had stopped to call for the remaining family members, stopping only as he reached where his granddaughter stood with who he assumed was the boy she'd admittedly run away with. “Keira, shatze” he greeted her first, and while there was no trace of a smile on his face like there might have been in any other time, his anger over her earlier actions seemed to have long simmered down, or perhaps only redirected toward other, far bigger things. Instead he seemed more relieved than anything to see that she was, in fact, alright. If he had to give this human any credit, he supposed, it would be that he hadn't failed to keep Keira safe during their foolish stunt of fleeing along halfway across a country crawling with enemies.

“Young Rogers, I presume” he spoke curtly to the young SHIELD agent before his granddaughter's companion had the chance to introduce himself, the closest thing to an actual greeting he had any mind to give at the moment. The Brotherhood leader's expression as he momentarily stared the soldier down was for the most part unreadable, his tone of voice far from friendly, though it was not as unfriendly as it could have been. Erik wasn't approving of the human's presence in the least; quite the opposite in fact. What made the fool of a boy, a non-mutant and a member of the Resistance at that, assume he had any place in these matters was beyond him; when it was none other than the Resistance that was responsible for Killian's death.

Perhaps if the boy hadn't been a near mirror image of Steve Rogers himself, Erik might have far more outspoken on the matter. If he didn't blame himself half as much for the fact that he'd been the one to drag Killian into yesterday's battle, perhaps that might have made a difference as well. But while he was hardly making an effort to hide his disdain, Lehnsherr made no actual argument against the younger Rogers' being there. At a much more proper time, long after they'd all paid their respects to Killian, there was a chance he'd reconsider it.

Instead he said nothing else, continuing past them as soon as Pietro caught up to him. “You've already contacted your sister?” he asked his son as they walked out the door, Keira and Austin close behind and Peity and Grace likely to catch up quickly enough.

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status: well | location: Stark Tower, New Asgard | company: No One

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"I've been at the mercy of men just following orders.
Never again."

[Ashkitty Love]

Maria Hill
Commander of Shield
-New Asgard-

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No apology.
Push your luck, say your prayers.
Make believe you don't care.

Maria waved to the captain, toddler, and child as they departed, hiding the fact that her heart was thumping painfully, her mind racing to form an appropriate explanation. How was she going to explain the situation to Roy when she only barely understood herself. Yes, she had comforted Steve out of his guilt and accepted what he'd told her, but acceptance and understanding were not mutually inclusive. Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of the door closing in finality. How she wished Steve was here to help her, a united front.

Slowly, she turned her glance to her stepson, her usual mask having fallen away, revealing her apprehension. It wouldn't have made a difference, anyway. Her family could read her easily, Roy included. "Roy, listen closely, and please don't pass any judgements until I've explained completely," she requested. She took a deep breath. "That baby, Antoinette...she's your youngest sister. Not my daughter, but your father's...and another man's." She gave that a second to sink in, glancing at Roy a bit more before averting her gaze. "He was raped, and he's a.." She paused again, this time because she could not say the word "hermaphrodite". She felt instant guilt, as if she was judging her husband for something he couldn't help. "That's why he was gone so long that time. He had been left to die, Braddock had saved him, and he stayed to heal and eventually give birth to that baby." She looked back to Roy for his reaction. "That's how I understand it. It would be best for Steve to explain it himself, and if you have any questions..." she trailed off, the offer hanging in the air.

While she stood in place, body held in a position that suggested she was holding herself together, she got two messages over her earpiece, one after the other. This was not the greatest timing, but the situations were strange and dire, respectively. She cursed silently. She tapped her earpiece. "I'll have medics waiting. Put the Parker look-alike in a private hospital room, and set up one in the Hulk tank," she ordered. She let the button go. "I have to go above ground. It seems like we have a wounded trickster god coming this way," she explained.

Unsure of whether she should hug him or leave him alone, Maria opted for the latter and waited for his response.

Better stand tall when they're calling you out.
Don't bend, don't break, baby.
Don't Back Down.

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[Ashkitty Love]

Mac/Maci Harring
The Mad Hatter/Hattress, Discord, Discordia, Please Don't Kill Me

Chester Malcolm Sedgewick
The Cheshire Cat

Maci looked back to Ryon, eyes taking on a threatening menace. "Do not mistake our giddy. We have had the king as an amusing plaything, and we would like for that fun to continue. However, we have seen many rulers fall in all our years. We will not mourn the death of another," the she-jester stated.

At hearing Suzumie's plan, Maci's gaze swooped towards the girl. "Do you wish try?" she asked. As she did, a cavalry's worth of headless horsemen on skeletal horses built from onyx bones surrounded the group on three sides, with Maci and Chester heading the fourth. The two giggled together, one in a menacing manner and the other as if this was a schoolyard prank, at the gasps and curses from the nameless SHIELD agents. Grinning at Sif's statement, Maci sent the dark army away. "So you see it our way. Good, good," she stated, good-naturedly.

Chester, who at this point was eager to return to his friend in the med ward, turned toward the base, eager to go, when a man stepped up and spoke to Sif. "Woah. Body-double," he muttered. He shirked back a bit from the man's angry statements, but stood his ground (as best he could while floating), and raised a brow. What did he expect for looking and sounding like Loki? A parade? Of course, he was going to suffer scorn. Sensing a shifting in the sky, he looked up to see a slew of weather conditions, one after another. "Mother of...holy..." he muttered as he stared up in awe. Of course, he had no doubt that the Mad Hatter could do the same, though colorfully, though he had never seen her do it.

Mac's grin was smaller, but undoubtedly there as if it was a casual gesture. "Well done. Well done," he commented. Maci's parasol had covered him the whole time, but now it became a walking stick once more. "Never apologize for such a grand display of power, dear boy." Mac bowed politely to him and the newly-arrived Black Widow. He and Chester following, one with amusement and the other with breakfast on the brain.

[PinataXdemisE]

Ororo Munroe

Relief. Relief was consuming her mind as the air vessel kept its course towards the use to be x mansion. The thoughts of how life was so much simpler before this disaster gave her a saddening feeling to her stomach. Something she tends to feel anytime she finishes a mission or just having a glance of what was New York. Though this feeling was nothing new to her, it still catches her by surprise, Yet she is now able to hold in her tears knowing the amount of times she has cried, and suffered of her lost friends. 'What does not kill you makes you stronger' she would remind herself in thought. Ororo knew what's gone is gone and caring for the people who are still in her life now is most important. Though they are all young a majority of her closest friends consist of children and teenagers. Returning back to base puts a small smile on her face knowing she was going to see all of them sooner or later considering she herself is a current teacher of history. Ororo was excited to get started on the younger children's schooling. Teaching always brought her back to when she was schooling for Mutants. The thought of teaching new children and current students sometimes had her forgetting the world is in turmoil. She loved it. One student then came to mind; Nichole.

A young girl named Nichole Rogers-Hill with a strong strive to succeed in the things she does, yet very carefree, much like her father. Ororo always had a unique bond with Nichole. They both consist of the same mutant power. It didn't seemed that long ago when Nicole discovered she had a mutation within her during class. It was a small class of 3rd graders learning about basic presidents and holidays. Shortly afterwards a gust of unusual wind blows throughout the classroom becoming stronger and stronger. Ororo was confused doubting her ability to control her own powers anymore. Papers started to fly, chairs started to fall, before she knew it, she was starting to feel the straight of what she thought was her own ability. Looking at the class now filled with screaming children, Ororo noticed a girl crying not being effected by the gust of straightening wind. 'Nichole..?' Ororo questions herself as she makes her way towards the young girl. Children then start falling to the floor with the increasing force of wind being blown at them. Finally making her way to Nichole and seeing the resembling glowing eyes that Ororo herself has when she activates her mutant ability, she wraps her arms around the young crying girl hugging her. Within moments, the small storm starts to calm down as Nichole embraces the hug given calming her down. "It's ok little one, it's ok" Ororo says to the small one as they both continued to hug. After which, one of the children yells happily "lets do it again" while half the class children are crying. 'Charles helped me in my moment of need' she thought to herself with a smile 'I will not neglect to help this young one as he did for me'

"Director Hills stated she will have an medics waiting for the injured Spider-Man. ETA 5 minutes" a S.H.E.I.L.D agent stated waking Ororo up from her thoughts. She nods as she stares forward buckling herself in for landing. Cloaked and out of sight, the air vessel lands quietly successfully keeping itself hidden. Security scanning procedure was then taken to all personnel who was included in the mission, including the injured civilians. Process after process all S.H.E.I.L.D agents including Storm are checked and confirmed to enter the x mansion. The final thing left to do was to fill out reports on the completed mission. "My goodness, these reports are a nuisance" she says quietly to herself as she drops it off to the base office directors. With everything said and done, she made her way towards the cafeteria and ordered two popsicles, then finally towards the hanger in hopes of finding Nichole waiting in the area she was told to wait for Storm by before she departed on her mission. 'What in the world..' Ororo thought to herself as she passes through a nearly destroyed area. It wasn't long before she saw Nichole in small distance between the doorway and her. "Nichole! How are you dear?" Ororo asks in excitement of seeing her again while at the same time walking towards Nichole. Handing Nichole the popsicle she finally asks "..And what happened to this area?"

[Princess Apple White]

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

Jacob Summers

Jacob rolls his eyes and shrugged his shoulders at Oliva saying that the rum was not good for him. It actually was cause without it he would not be able to get his body to relax after a big battle. ”I would have loved to have eaten before I drank but will all that was happening to recover form that attack from Loki the kitchens were not working.” Well that could have been true he just thought that and didn’t bother to look since it seemed very unlikely that they would be serving food when so many needed medical help.

That look of shock on Olivia’s face was so priceless. If only Jane would have been here to see it she would have gotten a good laugh. Though they expected that this would be the reacting Olivia would give to hearing he would stay. After all she knew how SHIELD had betrayed him and Jane.

Well at least the topic changed fast with the nice distraction, it really seemed to work because of her smile and well she did practically just shout at him making him smile right back. ” Corlene, Cory Stark. She is the daughter of Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. She is the one that has been in the locket, but now she is older and ten times more beautiful.” He bragged about his girlfriends looks.

”As for Jane it seemed like she was happy for me an accepted me staying. In fact I think she is staying as well. If anything I think she was more worried about what you would say on the matter.” Jacob said. If anything that’s what Jacob feared too. These two have become his family, he needed a family since his father was dead and his mother was trapped in her own body by a cosmic force. The Phoenix Force is an immortal and mutable manifestation of the prime universal force of life and passion. Born of the void between states of being, the Phoenix Force is a child of the universe. It is the nexus of all psionic energy which does, has and ever will exist in all realities of the omniverse. Having the ability to manipulate cosmic energies and to tap into the life-force reserved for future generations, thus denying them existence. It can wield this energy to project beams of immense destructive force. It can transmigrate throughout time and space by folding its energy back into itself.

"I want to go and find Cory though. I have not seen her since last night they were short on medical staff so i helped where i could using what you and Jane fought me. Ill see you later Liv. Please think about what I chose to do. I hope you can accept it." He said before turning his back and walking away. SHIELD had caused him and Jane so much pain but he wanted to be with Cory and this was where she was needed. Walking down the hall he tried to remember where COry said her room and her lab were. Guess she forgot how long ago he left and did not remember any of this place. Walking down the hall he just hoped to find her.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone up there will find me
'til then I walk alone...

[Angelic Cheetah]

Cory hoped that Stark’s offering of a ‘special big boy job’ would entice Fallout to return back to being Howie. She would give Stark a copy of Howie’s file to read later on, but Cory was impressed on how calm her father was managing to stay in this situation. Most people tended to freak out the first time they saw Howie transform into one of his other forms… like Cory had when Howie had transformed for the first time in her presence. Lucky Pepper had taken control of the situation and things had calmed afterwards, but Cory knew how Howie’s other forms could inspire fear. Her father however seemed to be remaining calm, even though she had asked him not to freak out. Still, she was slightly impressed with Stark at the moment.

Cory sighed in relief as it appeared that both her words and Stark’s had gotten through to Howie. Her adopted brother let go of Stark and reverted back to his normal form for the second time in such a short span of time between episodes. She watched as Howie latched onto Stark’s hand and began to explain himself. Cory had read Howie’s file in the past and knew everything that was being said, but that didn’t stop her from tearing up slightly as she listened. Her adopted brother’s past was filled with drama and tragedy like some of those plays written by William Shakespeare. Only ten years old and Howie had gone through most children his age would never be able to relate to. It was heartbreaking.

“Miss Stark, Mr. Summers appears to be heading this way.” JAVIS’s voice nearly made her jump, having temporarily forgotten about the blue tooth connected to one ear. “Shall I have your shadow divert him, Miss Stark?” Cory knew her AI assistant was referring to the android her mother had made to basically be her body guard. She could use Iron Demon as a distraction for Jacob and stall him, but Cory didn’t exactly think that to be fair to the android, though she hadn’t seen him yet this morning. Besides, things appeared to be calming down a bit… “Thanks for the warning JARV, but everything should be okay now.” “Yes, Miss Stark.” Now Howie would not only get to meet Tony Stark, but he would also get to meet his big sister’s boyfriend.







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


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[Wire_Colossus]

“I run where no others dare to tread, I stand where all others fail to grasp their stance, and I walk where all others would die.”

A figure stood behind The midgard serpent silently. His presence hidden from the serpents ability to sense things through the ground, through the fact that he wasn’t standing on the ground, but upon the air an inch above it. “Brother, It has been some time. I hope you know what has become of mother. I Have seen many things in my days on this world, watched from afar. My mother, your father, Is on the brink of death. I detected your venom in his wounds. Please explain to me Brother how your venom got there? I do not think you would harm him, even in your most violent of rages, so the question remains. How did your venom find it‘s way into Mother Loki‘s wounds?” The voice belonged to someone The serpent would know. His older brother, Sleipnir. Sleipnir was the definition of neutral, but he was also a warrior after his countless years of service to Odin as his steed. And right now he sounded somewhat angry, and at the same time sad and curious. He was dressed in asgardian plate armor with a gray trench coat like garb, a golden bow worn on his back and a quiver with nine golden arrows in it. Weapons he‘d never had at any point before. They were completely new. He knew however that his brother wouldn’t see any of this so he stepped down to the floor to allow his brother sense him through it.

[Mr Celtic Enigma]

tab Now.. now things were getting dangerous. Not for Ryon's safety, but for the safety of others. Sure, Ryon was used to being in closed spaces with several people. Akin to leading a legion of men into battle when he was in the Asgardian Army. However, this was a completely new planet surrounded by people he didn't know, the only person he did know was his mother. Otherwise, he didn't have a good grasp on anyone else. His frustration with how he was being distracted and avoided from making progress towards the SHIELD Base was starting to rise to a fever pitch. His eyebrows were starting to mildly arch while his teeth gritted at how he was wasting time. His uncle would have been dead by now if he was a simple mortal. Whether or not is was Suzumie or whatever her name was helping his uncle or not, Ryon's patience was running low. Not only running low, but Ryon was in a sour mood. A very, very annoyed mood. With how he was being toyed with by the freak with colorful clothing and her hovering friend. With how he didn't need or want this females help who insisted on following him to the base. With his his mothers appearance didn't seem to be helping, Ryon was driving closer and closer to taking matters in his own hands.

tab 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. Too late. The idiotic female-male fusion with too many colors and her little male accomplice had already struck a nerve in the Storm God's mind. With how they had blocked his forward progress with a table full of colorful explosions and annoyances, Ryon was tired of them interfering in his life. 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. No s**t his Uncle couldn't afford for any further obstacles to come in Ryon's way. By this point, Ryon was simply piercing daggers through his gaze upon everyone around him. Not caring who they were aimed at or anyone's opinion of him at this time. His anger was bubbling and there would be a breaking point to which he would truly give people something to talk about. Or fear. Whichever came first. Ryon was just about to give another round of verbal anger, but his mother stopped him with a response of her own.

tab Enough, Ryon. Enough? Was his mood so visible that his mother was able to detail his face and understand what was soon to come? Hardly. Ryon would doubt the ability of his mother to gauge his own emotions and moods for days. Sure, his mother was used to handling his father's tempers. Ryon, was a completely different ballgame. The son of both Sif and Thor. The one who took both of their personalities, both good and bad, and infused them into one child. Ryon was the perfect fusion. He was a warrior. A fighter. A leader on the battlefield. He didn't have the same credentials and rank as his father had in the army, but he had experience. He didn't have the same admiration that his mother received for her fierceness in combat and battle morale. But he had her intensity and her strategy. Where as his father could control thunder and lightning, Ryon controlled storms. From minimal, to strong. If he wanted to impale you with icicles and toss you into a tornado full of metal shards, he would. If he wanted to cast down a violent thunderstorm and send lightning of the brightest intensity your way, he would. If he wanted to drop the temperature to below zero and conjure a blizzard, he would.

tab Where his father had anger and rage in his young adult years and truly didn't grow up to be a man until the days prior to the Battle of New York and beyond, Ryon has such anger now. For different reasons, clearly. But still the same bound up rage and anger due to how his childhood had gone about and how he felt he was playing second best to his sister. How his father was hardly a father in his life and how his mothers attention seemed to be put more on his sisters training. Reasons why Ryon had become very independent. Very, very independent. It didn't seem as if anyone could grasp the concept as to why Ryon was the way he was. Perhaps no one would. But he would not explain why or tell his life story unless hard pressed. Those who were deemed worthy of knowing his life would know. Otherwise, he would keep people at a distance. Hardly any friends. Never a lover or a mate. Whether temporary or playfully. Ryon kept to his training with a battleaxe and conjuring of his weather manipulation as if it were a science. Ever since the accident inside the dining hall of Asgard, Ryon dedicated himself to learning how to conjure his abilities and perfect them untiringly. Often times missing sleep or passing out on the gardens or hard ground of the Asgardian walkways because of this.

tab 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!!!! The shouting of the man who looked clearly and visibly like his uncle was what took Ryon's immediate attention. The loudness of his voice and decision to become threatening towards his mother only angered and enraged Ryon more. Quickly securing Loki over his left shoulder, Ryon quickly brought his battleaxe to handheld at his right. The man who was once a man, now transforming to a beast before the group's eyes. Frost Giant colored skin. Blood red eyes. A tail having sprouted from behind him and several arms spread out from the guys back now in full display. 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!!! Ryon cared not of how this man came to be, but only of what this man would do at this very moment in time. Clearly this man was in a rage as well and was now causing the sky to turn. Turning in quite violent nature.

tab How unimpressive. The man had formed two tornadoes miles down from where the group had stood and caused the sky to turn darkened grey hues. Ryon was not moved by this display, easily due to the fact that Ryon could do better. The only thing that Ryon was getting a reaction from, was the fact that this display was aimed to threaten and intimidate his mother. For this, Ryon would deal with this pathetic Aesir when he was without the burden of his family over his shoulder. 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! Such tornadoes now erupted into flashes of bright lightning and thunder. The wind howling as loud as a lion's roar up close and the rain that once fell now soon took to hail. If this was supposed to fear Ryon or intimidate him, then this was a failed attempt. The only thing it made Ryon want to do was kill the guy before him. He'd take great pleasure in doing such things. Such pleasure that wouldn't be done lightly. Ryon's instinct to drop Loki and attack the man was on the brink of becoming a progressive action, and then, it all stopped. The man seemed to withdraw the storm.

tab 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. An apology? That's all this pathetic excuse of a man had to offer for his display of attempted intimidation and scare tactics? What a fool. By now, SHIELD Agents had come to the scene of the group and were ushering Ryon to follow them, even going as far as to lay their hands on Loki. "Do not touch him! Lay your filthy hands off of him, mortal!" Ryon spoke in a way as to push the SHIELD Agents away from crowding him. Causing them to back down with their hands up as Ryon gripped his axe tighter and made signals to use it if necessary. Would it not be for the sight of the freak known as Maci, challenging Suzumie with the sudden display of skeletal horses with bones gleaming off the sunlight, headless horsemen riding upon these horses. Shown upon in groups of three packs, the loop of Ryon's battleaxe began to swing in his hand as the near sound of a buzzsaw could be heard due to the speed of his wound up and spun his battleaxe was spinning. Ryon was prepared to fight at this moment and made it visible.

tab Feeling as if he was being played around with, Ryon was forced to watch as Maci simply made the dark army disappear as a red haired female would begin to join them. This female known by his father as 'Natasha'. Ragnarok, it would be appreciated if you did not do that again. This was the first thing that the female had spoken to the group before turning her attention to his mother. Lady Sif, I am Agent Natasha Romanoff, please follow me. A medical team is waiting on standby to treat Loki. It was signaled by a wave of the females hand to follow her towards the SHIELD Base. Something that Ryon was inclined to do. But before that, he felt as if he had unfinished business to attend to when it came to letting his verbal onslaught be felt and his anger becoming uncapped. His battleaxe was already starting to simmer down until it came to a full stop due to the lack of real threats noticeable in the area. However, Ryon still felt as if this pathetic 'Ragnarok' male was in need of a threat of his own. This would also be directed towards the colorful fool Maci and her little accomplice of a boy. Hell, let it also be known to Suzumie for her insistence upon bothering Ryon. Now, Ryon would speak up loudly.

tab "ENOUGH! I am tired of this meaningless bicker and these useless threats. If you wish to fight, then make the first move. I swear to you, I will slay each and every one of you. YOU! You dare threaten my mother with your little displays of magic and storms! How DARE you disrespect a Goddess of Asgard! How DARE you force upon the attempt of intimidation upon a woman of her stature and importance! I should cut you down right now and feed your limbs to the bilgesnipe that plague the Nine Realms. I should have your head severed from your body and forced upon a spear for all to see. If you DARE threaten my mother or my family again, I will take great pleasure in dismembering you, limb from limb. AND YOU! You and your pathetic, annoying display of explosions and table settings stopping me from saving my uncle. You say my uncle is your plaything. HE IS OF ASGARD. He is a God you dull, insignificant fool. Treat him with the respect he deserves. He is not to be played with. He will not be mourned. HE WILL SURVIVE AND HE WILL LIVE. It is people like you, AND YOU, who are causing him to fall ill in sickness due to your constant distractions. Do not anger me, or I will have both of your heads".

tab Violent? Absolutely. Threatening? Definitely. Warning of things to come? No question. Ryon's anger boomed like the thunder from which erupts from the sky. Seemingly sounding like his father through his aggressive actions. Ryon's rant had been directed at three people. Maci, Chester and Ragnarok. His battleaxe raised in a horizontal hold with the blade pointed at each one of their necks as he spoke. His battleaxe's blade closer to Ragnarok's neck when his attention was on him due to the closeness of positioning while threats made to Maci were from a distance. Keeping his eyes on everyone and offering a glare to every person around him, including his mother. Ryon made the sudden decision to walk behind Natasha and follow her towards the SHIELD Base. Grip upon his battleaxe tighter than before, if not displaying a sign of 'white knuckling' with his aggressive his hold had become. He wanted to slay something. Kill something. He had heard rumors about a room inside of the base to which someone could fight against technology based enemies. This room being called a 'Danger Room' of sorts. If so, Ryon needed it. He desired a fight and he desired the need to cause bloodshed.

tab Until he would receive such aggressive means of dissipating his mood, Ryon kept behind Natasha as the two made their way inside the familiar hallways. Heavy boots making contact with the ground and his facial expressions not once displaying anything far from negativity and uncomforting glares to anyone who looked his way. Those who passed by him in the hallway, nearly dropping their clipboards and others seemingly rushing to get out of the way. Ryon had slowly begun to pull his cape free of his uncles cocooned predicament on the way there. Not caring to put his cape on or truly give it any sort of concern. His attention was focused on his uncle finding immediate medical attention and Ryon getting the hell out of the base so he wouldn't be bothered. He was in no mood to engage in conversation or spars. He wanted nothing to do with his mother, sister or especially his father at this moment. He had no help taking Loki to the base, why would he accept any now. Suzumie's makeshift attempts to help his uncle seemed to be useless as there was no change in his body. Loki felt limp and loose in his clutch which didn't suit well in Ryon's mind. At least, the Medical Ward seemed to be in close range.

tab Instead, Ryon was brought before a large glass tank of sorts where he was told to place Loki down for treatment. Hesitant at first and eying every medical personnel in the eye as if to dare them to make a move, Ryon gently placed his uncle down on the metal bed. Making sure his uncle's arms were at his sides and legs were together comfortable. Making it appear as if his uncle were simply laying in a peaceful sleep for now. "Do not harm my uncle. Do not kill him. Do not injure him. Do not torture him. I expect my uncle to be healed within a weeks time. If I hear that any one of you has done experiments of a unnecessary scale or put my uncle in agony, you will truly feel what torture and agony feels like". Speaking this to the medical team who had taken shelter behind Natasha from a distance, Ryon made his way out of the makeshift tank with his battleaxe still in tight grip. His first day back and he was already making death threats and intimidation instances. Surely this was nothing he would have expected to happen upon his return to Midgard. However, he expected nothing of this mortal ridden place that his father deemed worthy to protect. Roaming the hallways alone, Ryon was now on a mission to find this 'Danger Room'.



■ ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ | Hallways (SHIELD Base)
■ ＡＴＴＩＲＥ | Asgardian Armor | Cape | Balestarius
■ ＷＩＴＨ | Nobody