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Once the part was in, Clint drew his crossbow out again and ready again.
He lsitened hard and swore he could hear movement around them but saw nothing yet. The sounds were faint. Maybe even in other rooms or outside.

Loki frowned when listening to her. He knew all too well about judgment.
"It seems that in times like this, not even the Gods will lend a hand." He looked down at his hands. He had shead blood for fun, and did nothing to help, only to hinder humanity for so long, but now he, in the last few years, he had been trying to help, but in all the wrong ways.
"Do you think that some one could find redemption in this day and age?" He asked her. "That maybe even a God could grow a heart."

Emma Frost: Arkham City

Emma walked through the city of criminals’ and thugs’ with a look of disdain on her face: why anyone would want to live in a place like this, if they even called it living, was beyond her. Who was in charge here? If anyone, she wondered.

“Can I help you miss?” Emma looked disgusted, but replaced the expression with a sly smile, before the eyes of the brawny man with gray, almost charred looking skin and some kind of demented clown makeup covering his face had even traveled up to her own face. She sighed: she did not even have to read his mind to know what he was after: how boring, “Can you please point me in the direction of whoever is in charge here?” she asked, in a semisweet tone. “Sure, I can even take you to him, but what business does a pretty little thing like you have with the Joker? Now, I could see miss Quinn” Emma kept her blue eyes fixed on the man in front of her, but was also aware of his approaching friends’ “My business is my own. Now, I see your buddies’ over there and I will only give you all one chance, for once in your lives, I suggest you make the right decision. Where might I find this Joker?” He looked around at his fellows' “This is our city and you are the one surrounded honey. Forget your business with Joker, now you have business with me” “Is that so? I warn you, I can be rough” she said, giving the man a dark smile.

The man gave her an idiotic smile as he stepped toward her. To say it did not take Emma long to invade the man’s weak mind would be an under statement: as soon as the man reached for her he stopped, his hand inches away from her: completely paralyzed, having taken one step toward her, he now stood in front of her in the middle of the street like a statue. His eyes darted up and down as he tried to move the rest of his body. “What… what did you do to him?” the scared man ran at her with a lead pipe. Emma turned her back on the paralyzed man and focused on the one trying to attack her. He stopped suddenly, as Emma entered his mind, a look that was a mix between fear and rage on his face. There were clangs’, the sounds of hurried feet and shouts as the others’ dropped various and miscellaneous weapons as they ran away.

Emma smiled and walked over to the man with the pipe who had frozen of his own accord, “Now, perhaps you will be more helpful than your buddy there” she said, nodding over to the paralyzed man. The man with the pipe looked fearfully over to his buddy, frozen in the street, then back at the disappearing shouts and shadows' of the deserters' and then he looked quickly back at Emma, swallowed and nodded, “Good. Now, take me to the one they call Joker” the man kept the pipe in his hand for protection as he led Emma through the city.

Loki took a deep breath. He hated to admit it but people with a good heart, or rather a god with a good heart was needed to mend the world. Not him with his cold heart.
"I need to find someone." He finally said. "There is a young woman, a scientist. She is attempting to find my brother. Or at least find a way to reach him. " He looked to Lois. "You may not trust me, but my brother was once a hero on this earth. If I can help her reach him.. Perhaps not all is lost." Loki wasn't sure why he wanted to help so badly. Maybe it was because he had lived among these humans for so long he felt for them. He kept telling himself it was for more selfish reasons. With Thor on earth and all fixed again, Loki was free to reign chaos on his brother again and trick all of humanity into a new era of Loki worship. He had to keep telling himself it was for the second reason.

Lois Lane – Arkham City
“We all need to find someone..” Lois couldn’t help but quip sarcastically as she walked away down the hall this wasn’t something she thought the Nuns or children should be hearing as she looked over at him. “If I help you find this Scientist.. Your brother would be able to help restore order?” She offered arching her brow. “You said you were an orphan how could you even know your brother or know he’s capable of such a feat?” She countered as she took a step towards him her body less then a foot away as she tried to read the expression on his face for some insight. Lois Lane used to be able to rely on her gut instinct but now.. she’d have to trust other signs along with it.

Natasha Romanoff – Raccoon City
The sounds Clint had brought to her attention were causing an unsettling feeling to fill the pit of her stomach as she waited patiently. She wasn’t capable of being as patient as her partner though. He was the sniper, capable of standing still for long lengths of time while she needed to always remain on the move. The conduit had activated and she was actually still admiring her handy work it seemed as if observing Stark and Banner in the tower had actually paid off. The sounds in the distance had faded returning them to sheer silence as she arched her brow. Confusion bubbling under the cool calm exterior. “We are on our way..” Natasha said calmly as she turned to look at Barton. “You heard our temporary handler.. Let’s go scavenger hunting..”

Kidpool took down his share of bad guys but had gone for the finesse of eliminating their weapons before taking them down, just to make their imminent demise more terrifying as they couldn't even defend themselves. Then Wanda leaped down and finished them off, looking like a super hot, bad a**, babe while doing it. Or at least that's what the older Deadpool would think, the younger one nicknamed Tito didn't agree at this age in his life. He was convinced girls were gross, had cooties and smelled nice er bad! Regardless of that, he deactivated his energy swords and stuck them back on his belt before looking in the direction of the pizzaria once more. "Warm-ups over, time to the adventure!" [Cue the theme song!] {Bird, bird, bird, bird is the word!} "Wrong theme song..."

With that they carried on down the street, apparently free of any more encounters for the moment. Once they arrived at the Pizzaria, Tito looked the place over briefly and said "This reminds of me that place in my Ninja Turtle comics... the one where Shredder disguises himself and tries to give April alien infested pizzas. It was awesome!" With that he pried the door open and walked in, not having the social grace to hold it up for the lady but then again he was a kid who didn't care about any one but his himself really, so it was to be expected. Glancing around at the horrendous mess he said "And in other news Hurricane Catrina was spotted in a local pizzaria..." he then spotted Wade behind the counter [Eye witness's said it looked really dumb.] {With a chance of cootie infested fan girl.}

--||Doctor Jane Foster||--
The annoyed brunette had made her way into the cafeteria the note book with formulas and ideas neatly tucked under her arm as she grabbed a tray. Haven was a nice place. It truly was an improvement to where they found her not that far from the city itself. She had been a complete mess as she stumbled on foot exhausted from walking but needing to keep moving to increase her chance for survival.

She grabbed a few items of food and a water before carrying the tray to a lone table. Jane wasn't super social. Her co-workers were and they seemed to drag her along for the ride that was until they had been split up. She sighed as she sat down silently twirling a strand of brown hair around her finger as she flipped the notebook open and began scribbling into the margins.

Lady Deadpool neutral Wanda Wilson|: Merc with a Mouth
:Arkham City:

A day in the life of a Deadpool seemed to be a never ending story of everything compiled into one. Romance, tragedy, comedy, bad assery, guns, and tacos. Wanda stood up dusting herself off as she replaced her sowrds into the holders on her back as she rolled her eyes at Tito. "I am hungry..." She growled out as she sighed looking over into the distance the pizziaria looking more like the promised land. {Move!!} {{I fly away!! I fly away ol' glory..}} "At least they play yours..." She offered as she sprinted off in the direction.

"Is April the girl with that ugly yellow jumpsuit?" She asked with a tilt of her head. "Or is she the chick in the Blue Jumpsuit.." She managed before the door swung and hit her hard in the face. {SON OF A !!!!!!!!!!!!!!} {{Owwie!!}} "My nose!" She hissed as she covered her nose kicking the door open. She was going to go into a rant but froze noticing the state of the pizzaria. Then her heart fluttered before she rush tackled her fellow Deadpool. Her mask had begun to darken near her nose where the door hit which meant she must have broken it at least for the next hour before it healed. "WADIE!!!"