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[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

They stood, back straight, eyes unfocused, and wings folded arrow-head style behind them. They didn't see the dull walls of the facility, nor did they feel the cold stone that laid under their clawed feet. Brilliantly gold eyes offset by an unnaturally slit pupil looked straight ahead, despite the busy background.

"Ah, Asset 07. You've come for your assignment, I presume?" Commander drawled, not even looking at them as he plucked a large syringe from the table.

"Yes, Commander," 07 replied, voice scratchy-feeling from disuse. It came out more of a rolling growl laced with a hiss, though quiet. They didn't even flinch when the syringe was plunged into their skin, the micro-tracker embedding itself into their arm. It felt the same as it always did, even a little number, this time.

"Hangar five," Commander ordered, gesturing vaguely toward the hangar doors. "Get the drive in, then come back."

"Affirmative."

07 stalked toward the hangar, clad in all-black and silent as the shadows they emulated. The tool belt around their shoulders pulled in a way they were unused to, what with the recent change in class and all. They weren't used to having other Assets drop their gaze when faced with them; it was unsettling, in a way.

No matter.

They had a job to do.

~~~

The flashdrive slid neatly into the port, the indicator glowing a faint red as it started uploading its contents and running the program.

As they turned to leave, a slight glint in the darkness of the large office building caught 07's eye, giving them pause. The shiny in question was a small disk. Occasionally, it flashed red on top and let off a soft 'beep'. 07 clicked in the back of their throat curiously, stepping over to the item silently. Beside it, just out of reaching distance, was another. And another after that. They followed the trail of little beeping disks, frowning as it went around the entire room in a large circle. The beeping for each was slightly offset from any of the others, so they were either calibrated wrong or it was intentional for some godsforsaken reason.

They didn't want to pick them up, though, just in case they were dangerous.

They needed to leave. It didn't matter what those suspicious disks were; they had a mission, they completed it. Time to go back to the dropoff point. 07 turned on a heel, dropping to a slight hunch to yank the vent grate back out.

And then it clicked.

Every beep was getting closer and closer together.

Those were bombs.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

There was a crack and sound overwhelmed 07's senses, completely wiping out their hearing as bright oranges and reds seared through their mask and into their eyes. It hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it HURT! For the first time in years, Asset 07 cried out in pain, the sound coming out a twisted, shrieking keen.

Black crawled across their vision, and the world faded out.

~~~

When they woke up, they were not surrounded by the familiar white walls of the Facility. No. Instead, everything was black. Black faded to grey, which gave way to the sight of stone walls and the sight of four-inch-thick rebar piercing through the side of their arm, spilling bright crimson blood to the ground under them. By now, they were coated in it, black clothing dyed crimson. It was... a liter, maybe one and a half. They'd be fine, so long as they got the bleeding to stop.

"Ah..."

07 noted their restrictor was intact, much to their relief. They didn't need an overload, too.

Since the rebar was more... very deeply grazing their arm, 07 turned on their side in the—notably tight—space and ripped off enough of their still-partially-burning suit to wrap around the wound, pulling it away from the rebar with a wince. Damn, that hurt.

Now that their circulation was thoroughly cut off, they needed to leave.

07 braced against the stones trapping them, baring their back against the hard rocks as they gathered their legs under them. They paused, eyes scrunched shut and breathing shallow before arching their spine and pushing back against the rocks, which dimly registered as part of the wall of the building they'd infiltrated.

The world exploded back into color as bright moonlight washed down onto them, fresh, clean air spilling into their lungs and clearing away the dust.

It was dawn. The skies were painted with colors and streaked with clouds. 07 could hear people in the distance, despite the fogginess in their ears. They needed to get away. Commander would find them... eventually. So long as they had the tracker, still.

07 was miles away when they realized the arm that got hit had the tracker in it.

The tracker was gone.

They were on their own.

~~~

It was years later when 07, who'd given themself the name "Arii" (meaning "fire" or "flame") to avoid suspicion, officially gave up on Commander finding them. They were one person in a massive metropolitan city. No one was coming for them. They needed to do something to get food. They may have been trained to obey, but they still had a sense of self-preservation when lacking orders.

That's about the time that a new vigilante arrived to the scene; soundless and absolutely lethal when needed, the new informant was dubbed "Seven" due to the massive "07" emblazed onto the back of the purple suit, impossible to miss even with the wings.

~~~

Seven was good at what they did. Infiltrate, observe, report. They were fast, silent, and could cover more ground in less time than any car, given they had the space. While they were a big name in the criminal underground for their "Black Book" of names and favors owed, they were almost completely unknown to the public.

And Seven would like to keep it that way.

But they always felt... bad. Yes, that was a good word. A better one would be "guilty". They couldn't rely on Commander to tell them what was right or wrong anymore. They honestly had no idea what happened after they fulfilled a contract.

So, they devised a little...

Back-up system.

Seven would fulfill a contract and then a newly-named vigilante, CrowCall, would follow them, to make sure nothing bad happened. It stayed that way for a while, three months, actually... that was, until a story Flame had been following religiously for some time, updated.

"Billionaire Tony Stark returns."

Stark had always been a bit of an interest to Flame; they liked tech, specifically, weaponizing tech. For now, that was something they couldn't do, though. They had no real resources, and their rope-dart was the only weapon that actually survived the explosion. So, they watched what the playboy had done, picking up on the way he spoke as well, since it seemed to have a positive effect on the populous... not that they were out much.

But now... now, he was stopping the production of his weapons for a... fairly flimsy excuse, in Flame's opinion. Boring. In any case, though, his suit was interesting. Maybe they'd take a look, eventually... but the way Stark began using it; doing good just to do good was... appealing, in a way. Flame couldn't help themself, so why not help others.

So, Crow began making more appearances. They were softspoken and polite, crackling voice and mask doing nothing to deter people. CrowCall was different from Seven; Crow adapted to the people they were talking to to make them more comfortable, instead of being abrasive. Crow lacked wings, tails, and kept their claws, eyes, and fangs covered. They were... nice, in a way.

Mostly, they did little things; Crow was supposed to be human, mostly so, at least. They stopped robbers, helped cats (they really liked cats) down from trees, and stopped to ask to pet dogs.

CrowCall was the vigilante that was human. They made mistakes, they said sorry, and they did their best. That was all.

It felt good.
~~~

That was two months ago.

Now, CrowCall stood at the precipice of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city, watching the lights of the cars go by. It was probably ten by then, the smooth night air soothing their tired lungs and aching muscles.

"Car watching again?" A raspy voice inquired, thick, Gaelic accent slurring the words a bit.

Crow turned their head, spotting a lesser-known vigilante they worked with regularly; NightOwl. They raised a brow as he sat down beside them, chrring softly. "Do you always sneak up on people?" They questioned with a chirp, clicking their tongue. The restrictor hidden under their sleeve feeling almost hot even as the comfortable Valiaek rolled off their tongue easily.

For someone that didn't really feel heat, it was a no-brainer that the feeling was fear. Hot, unsteady fear.

"Mostly just you," Night chuckled in reply, tapping on the cement below them. The accent mixed with Valiaek rolled in such a way that it sounded like quiet thunder. "I heard that someone was staging a bit of a violent... walk-in on a bank in the next few hours. You coming?"

Crow's grin was invisible through their facemask, but definitely vicious.

"You know it."

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Jet never really intended, per ce to become a vigilante. He just had really, really, really, bad luck.

It started with a few little things; he stopped a robbery on the way home from work. He talked someone down from the top of a building. He began giving people with good reasons the right information for free. It spiraled from there, little acts to help people growing bigger and bigger until, eventually, he was going out to patrol every few nights.

That's where he found CrowCall, an absolute meme-parrot who quipped at their enemies and apologized profusely to him when they tripped over his wings.

He'd come home to find a random, shiny rock sitting on his doorstep.

Weird, but okay.

The next day, he ran into another vigilante, this one more of an... informant.

Seven.

They threw a flash-drive at him and left.

As it turned out, there were some... underhanded deals going on in the city, specifically around the hospital. So, he took care of it, with the help of another bird-themed vigilante.

From there, things just... kept going. Jet ran patrols in tandem with Crow. They sought each other out primarily because it was easier to work with eyes on both the sky and the ground.

 

[Flame Demon]

Victoria had always been an outcast, living with her parents in London she rarely went outside because sunlight did not agree with her in the slightest, which was fine since she liked the rainy weather, of course nothing lasts forever and she had to move because of her fathers job, a private detective, to New York of all places when she was ten, by then she had discovered her powers after accidentally causing an explosion.

Her mother however decided to stay in London, to take care of their family there, so the two found a new apartment and Victoria started to practice her powers while indoors, going to school as well, but avoiding literally everyone when she could. Eventually she could control her powers and since she noticed that crime was on the rise in her neighborhoods and seeing as she did live there she starts to take care of it, at first sure how. The night wasn't hindering her and she was trained by her mother in secret before she left, her mother was an ex-assassin and she made use of that, going for a stealthy approach and soon she had gotten the name Phantom from the villains, as they rarely saw her approach, just a warning saying that said "Beware the golden light".
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"Billionaire Tony Stark returns" the news had said so she followed it, smiling when he stopped making weapons, at least he made good decisions for a change.

That was two months ago and in that time she has made a name for herself. often staking out from a rooftop from near her apartment, like tonight, not much was happening and no one would notice the glowing colors of her suit, she masked it with her magic, like she usually does, she did figure out why it was gone though, when she moves through the shadows with her magic, she can't multitask yet.

"Guess I'll work on that" she mumbles as she keeps watching the quiet city.

 

[PlusUltra]

Barbara Plato "Phaneron"
Location: Gutter Space, ???
Tags: (Open)
The lone girl sits atop one of the cities numerous high rise perches, an older skyscraper decorated in almost gothic stonework and complete with its very own gargoyle on each corner. Staring out seemingly into the void she tries to recall the moments before this, not as a list of events but the smaller details like feeling and touch, but sadly was coming up empty once more as if everything had only just begun for them once more. Sighing to herself the girl gives up that pursuit for the moment and stands, tucking her two-toned hair back as she raises a black fitted mask over her head to begin her story once more, and steps off the edge to free fall into the ant-like lights of traffic below. Instead of the expected scenery of rushing buildings, however, it is instead replaced by a stark white after a moment and the descent becomes more a gentle sinking, soon to be accompanied by countless windows into snaps shots of scenes far beyond her previous location with people she had yet to meet but were no less relevant she knew. Giving the images a slow survey, she seems to make her choice, kicking off the void and heading straight towards one to a place yet unknown.

 

[Flame Demon]

Kyle, New York city

Getting out of the demon realm is more annoying then one might think, but this young demon actually did it, so the red skin disappears and he carefully feels his head, nodding to himself once he feels his third eye is gone too. However his attention is brought to a newsstand and he walks towards it reading the headline and someone bumps into it while he's reading it, which he sees as someone running away from a few policemen "Really?" he asks muttering in his own language under his breath "Come forth, Griffon" sure enough a griffon appears in the mans path and the running guy screams like a girl before fainting and the creature disappears as the young demon summoner walks off, maybe he could find out more about this Tony Stark.

 

[MePersonally]

Since Marvin had died, many things had changed. His parents had taken it surprisingly well that their dead son had turned up on their doorstep, reeking of ashes, soil and death. In their line of work, his Dad had said, nothing was a surprise anymore. That might have been true or not, but it didn’t really matter, because when the men in bpack suits came and dragged him away from them, they hadn’t done anything. They had restrained him and tried to take blood samples, which had failed, because he didn’t have blood anymore. They had discussed it, he had overheard the conversation: An elemental monster in human form. He had been scared, so he had let it happen. Every test, every procedure- until he had had enough. He hadn’t meant to set the building on fire, he had just tried to get out of there, but his heart had been beating so fast and his hands- they had looked like they were glowing. It had been an accident, but the building had still collapsed. And Marvin had run as fast as he had been able to.

The streets looked different now that he was on his own, more crowded; another reason for him to feel alone. When he had been alive, a normal teenager, things had felt so much more difficult than now, but he had had something that he lacked, now: Company. Walking through the streets of New York, his clothes dirty and torn, he once again wondered if this was it, the way his life was supposed to go. Maybe he had messed up somewhere along the way and this was the punishment.
“Oh fuck that”, he mumbled, remembering that he didn’t even believe in destiny, or any other religious stuff.
But hell, he hadn’t had it easy the last six months.

Just as he was about to drown in self pity, he felt the wind blow. The page of a newspaper fluttered by him and out of reflex, he caught it. It was dated a few months back and filled with an interesting headline: “Billionaire Tony Stark returns” Marvin huffed. He had something against rich people, especially those who produced weapons. War was a horrible thing and the people who enabled them were monsters. He hadn’t really followed the news in the last few months, so he didn’t know anything about what Stark had been up to and in all honesty, he didn’t care much.

As he dropped the newspaper on the floor, a thought formed in the boy’s head. Not only was his tummy rumbling, but it also was damn cold out here. He had broken into places before, but it had always been abandoned houses and sometimes small suburban buildings, but never anything too hard. Now, however, the building with the huge name on it and the lights inside seemed very appealing. It looked warm in there and cozy. If he could just melt the glass like he had done it with the restraints at the lab, maybe he could get in and plunder some fridge, hide somewhere in an empty room and sleep in the warmth?
That building was huge, so he had a good chance of not being discovered.
“Whatever”, he mumbled. Even if he got caught, he would spend the night in a warm place-jail.

Carefully, not sure what he was doing, he tried to melt through the glass of the entrance like he had done with the plastic wall holding him in his cell- but it didn't give, didn't smell... His hand just left a smudge where his skin had burnt off. For a moment he considered running, but then he saw an electric lock. Maybe if he...
Before that thought was even thought, his still glowing hand reached for the small box, glowing fingers digging into the protective thin alloy around it. It didn't melt, but it bent, until he could open the lock and pull on one of the wires. When nothing happened, he tried the next one. Suddenly, all the lights went out inside the tower. Marvin was startled for a second.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Despite not currently having wings, Crow was efficient.

And by efficient, they meant they hitched a ride on Night by wrapping the unbladed part of their ropedart around his shoulders and clinging for dear life as he took off. By this time, Night was honestly too used to their shenanigans for comfort, gliding on unbothered by the extra hundred pounds.

"Drop me right... here!" Crow called out to him, tugging slightly on the rope around his shoulders as if their squawking wasn't enough to grab his attention. But, the vigilante complied, yanking the knot in the cloth out and letting Crow take care of their own landing' he'd been noticed.

But then again, considering his wings took up at least forty feet of space, he was hard to miss.

The black muzzle of a gun poked out of the window of a currently-moving van as the thump from Crow's landing registered in his ears.

Night took a wild guess and assumed the van with the gun poking out of it—and now, at him—was a hostile.

So, he landed on it.

Metal creaked under his shoes as the seraph landed on it, the roof of the van bowing in slightly. "I have work in the morning, so let's keep this decently short," he started, raspy voice hissing through the air dangerously. "Guns are dangerous, and I'd prefer not to be called away so abruptly, so I'd appreciate it greatly if you put the firearm down, capisce?"

Just the click of a safety.

"I guess not."

NightOwl took a moment to focus to the front of the van, ears perking up as there was a crackling of electricity. The engine that had been sending vibrations through the car stopped, as did the van... right in the middle of the parking-lot, too.

The doors slammed open, and the one with the gun wasn't even fully out before Night pounced, snatching it out of their grasp and landing lightly on the asphalt with his wings tucked to his back. It was a small riffle, one of the ones people complained about being too easy to obtain.

The vigilante emptied the magazine on the ground, checked the bolt, then threw it as hard as he could up to the roof of the building, Crow already far from the scene. He just caught their shadow sneaking around to the other side of the van. He had to give it to them; they were fast.

The criminal's hands shot into the air, and he backed up trembling. "I—I surrender."

Night eyed the man, the glass lenses in his mask flashing in the light as he barked a harsh laugh. "Too late for that. I take it you don't have a license for this, either, do you?"

He shook his head, shuddering.

"I figured. Now, tell your two friends in the back of that van to—"

"NIGHT!"

BANG!

Crow pushed him to the floor, the smell of blood blatant in the otherwise sterile night. They both rolled for a moment, Crow likely the driving motion for that, seeing as they stopped only once they were behind cover.

"You're bleeding," he observed cautiously, poking at their shoulder as they both crouched down behind the two decorative rocks.

"Just a graze. I'll be fine. They have some sort of tech in that van that told them where I was; they shot me through their car." Crow grimaced visibly under their mask, ripping half of their sleeve off to cover the wound and put some pressure on it. "Damn, that hurts."

"I'll distract them; you destroy whatever it is that they have," Night offered, shifting stance as Crow nodded their agreement. They both bolted at the same time, Night kicking off and getting some air as Crow stuck close to the ground, seeing the full trio out in the open. Cool, so just destroy the van.

~~~~~

Tony was having a lovely day in the lab, tweaking his new suit and having a grand old time... that was, until the power went out. Fuck. Of course, the Tower had multiple grids, so there was barely a moment before it popped right back on, but it was still annoying.

"Hey, J, what was that?" Stark asked, all-but throwing the Iron-Man repulsor onto the table.

"It appears that an unidentified enhanced is currently trying to break—apologies, correction breaking the electronic locks to the front door of the Tower lobby."

Tony blinked, letting that sink in. "What in the hell?" He stood, trundling his way to the elevator while leaving the unfinished suit behind; it wasn't ready for operation, anyway. Combat, at least. "Take me down. Let's see this guy."

Lo and behold, after the minute elevator ride, there was a pale grey... teen... why was there a teen? What in the—

Tony snapped his fingers a few times, waving off the security milling beginning to approach the door. He looked to the kid, scanning him up and down with an unimpressed expression. "And what are you doing destroying a three-hundred-dollar lock?"

 

[Flame Demon]

Phantom, so far has an uneventful night, well that is until she spots three vans racing towards the bank, with that she jumps down and lands on the first one and she can quite frankly hear the panicked shouts of "Shoot her!", but the bullets are blocked by a shield before she makes it into a sword, slicing half the roof off and after inspecting the car for a second she decides that she should just stop them all, so she makes a explosion to blow out the tires and she jumps down, disabling the first guy. "Come on guys we can take her" one of the other drivers say, but before he can a small energy ball hits him knocking him out cold.

This apparently is enough for the rest to open fire on the assassin, so she makes a shield "Damn it, this is why I usually go after them after they arrived" she thinks, but three vans is too much for her to stop even when she gets there, from the other two vans 2 more men show up and they join their buddies.

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Kyle is lost, putting it mildly, he knows he should've come prepared, but how was he supposed to do that while he ran away from home "There it is" he mumbles spotting the building he's looking for, a small bag of money hidden in his jacket pocket, not that he had much of a choice, demons don't get educated on human matters. He climbs a hotel and he stops at the top floor, the penthouse, it was empty, something about construction in the hallway.

After breaking in quietly he sighs plopping on an armchair, he'd find a place to stay tomorrow, he's not sure how yet, although he's sure some guys saw him steal the money and looking... impressed, maybe he'd find them or something. It was better then nothing.

 

[MePersonally]

“I’m- uh- Nothing?”, he stuttered, totally taken aback by the fact that there was someone approaching him. At first, he just saw a silhouette, someone coming closer as he pulled on the next wire- a blue one this time. The lights of the streets were reflected in the glass, which was the reason why he didn’t really see any details until the man was very close to him. Too close, only an arm reach away. He stumbled backwards, as he slowly realized his mistake. This wasn’t a security guard. This was Tony Stark himself. The guy from the picture on the newspaper- frontpage, the man who had so much money he could afford to buy a tower with his name on it. The man’s arms were crossed in front of his chest and his facial expression didn’t look too pleased with what Marvin had been doing. The teenage boy took another step backwards, as his skin started feeling hot. Heat, previously only located in his hands, spread through his whole body, but especially his face. Embarrassment, that was the correct feeling to his body’s reaction, just that he wasn’t getting red, he was burning. The pungent smell of burnt skin entered his nose and he had to cough and gag, as he felt his jacket stick to his shoulders. FUCK.

Marvin had always been bad at calming himself, even as a small child. When someone had scared him, he had spent hours crying, avoiding the person with all that was in his might. His parents had always been very protective of him, but sometimes they had been annoyed by the all the fear in their boys life. Marvin had been scared of the tightrope, the tigers, the horses, the elephants. He had been scared of juggling, of water and heights. The only thing the boy hadnever been scared of- actually quite fascinated by- was fire. Fire had always given Marvin a feeling of calmness, serenity. But right now, there was no fire. Just smoke and his favorite (his only) leather jacket starting to smell burnt. Had the boy not tripping and fallen into the small puddle near the sidewalk, he would probably still be standing there, trying to control his breath and save his jacket.
The water hissed when he touched it and his skin stopped glowing immediately. Marvin got up off the floor and brushed some ashes off his jacket and hands. Well, he was wet, now, but at least he was warm from the inside out.

Looking at the man opposite of him - Tony fucking Stark- the boy made a face and shook his head.
“Sorry- I was just... Cold and hungry.”
He shrugged.
“Is fine. You can fix this, right?” Of course he could... And even if he couldn’t, Tony Stark could just pay someone to do so. Right?
Slowly, Marvin turned to walk away. No food, no warm place to sleep. This definitely wasn’t his night.

ScatheAriiasqDrayceon

 

[PlusUltra]

Barbara Plato "Phaneron"
Location: Gutter Space>Stark Tower
Tags: ScatheAriiasqDrayceon MePersonally (Open)
Walking out from one of the side pillars Barbara decided now was as good a time as any, Tony was a big shot so really even if this was just a Cameo appearance it was likely to be a fun story either way. What was unusual however was to all intents and purposes she had just appeared from a small inch wide blind spot to come into view of the buildings security system, but however she had arrived could perhaps be gleaned later.

"You know for a guy with like a bazillion dollars, Isn't 300 a little on the cheap side? I mean I love a good bargain myself but with how much your vending machines are charging for snacks could at least spring for something a bit better you know?..." Watching the seemingly homeless boy be turned away "So are we gonna cross off the much for the Philanthropist part of the title as well as the Billionaire?" Extracting a bag of chips from somewhere to casually chew on them while observing the scene.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Seven crept close to the ground, stalking out almost on all-fours toward the vans. They growled low to themself, silent as a shadow as they slunk to the back of the dumb metal cars. A battle raged behind them, mostly just Jet drawing their bullets into the air to keep the damage away from the surrounding buildings.

The vigilante slipped under the car as the back doors burst open, the two who'd been on surveillance duty. As the two left, Flame crawled to the front of the van and coughed lightly, taking a long breath and tweaking the black bracelet up near their shoulder.

The pressure at the back of their head lessened and it almost felt like a bubble popped in their head, familiar sensations flooding in. There wasn't even a moment to react to the rapidly cooling temperature before a pop and a fwoosh announced the arrival of the hellfire that was the van's battery exploding and the gas being set alight.

The shock-wave sent Seven into the air as they shielded themself from the heat—well, not themself, more like their suit. They were flung into the sky, the other van getting set on fire as well.

The vigilante faintly heard Night scoff, a "Really, Sev?" just audible.

Seven laughed a full cackle, orienting themself and catching the wind on their wings, adjusting the black restrictor on their arm once again. "It destroyed the thing, didn't it?"

A long sigh followed as Night glided down to restrain the criminals, who were rooted to the ground in shock as their vehicles burned in front of them.

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Stark jolted as someone appeared behind him, tensing almost imperfectively. "I think I have the right to question why someone is breaking a lock I made. And what are you doing in here? How did you get in here, anyway?"

He snapped his fingers in the direction of the kid again. "Hey, Enhanced. Where do you think you're going? I'm not done. Get in here. Up the elevator to the left. Jarvis'll take you up to the medbay."

 

[PlusUltra]

Barbara Plato "Phaneron"
Location: Stark Tower Lobby, NYC
Tags: ScatheAriiasqDrayceon (Open)
Idly waving her hand she wanders around a little more "Oh it was a new scene of interest so wanted to get involved, maximize the screen time before the big event, as for the how? Well we could throw up a flashback for a few panels, but that's a waste really." poking one of the wires for a moment at the dismantled lock curiously. "Besides, Most of the other interesting crimes are already being handled...would just be unfair to dogpile them with too many heroes" a short zap has her yank a finger back, shaking it quickly before putting it in her mouth for a moment.

"Though the main reason? Thought id give joining in on a Team up ongoing a go you know?.... world got its eyes on a few different people so only natural its going to cross them together.... a waste of screen time otherwise. If i play the cards right im in for a 6 Movie deal than even a spin-off show"

 

[Flame Demon]

Location: Rooftops
Interactions: open

Phantom looks at the men, assessing the situation, she barely even flinches when she feels a bullet her shoulder "Okay that's it" she says dropping the shield and walking towards them, blocking bullets as she does so "It appears" she starts "I'm going to have to do something drastic and I was really hoping to avoid that" she says and she rebuilds her shield "Running's pointless by the way" she deadpans before the shield explodes and it's not a small uncontrolled explosion, no this is a huge controlled one, at least she got everyone. "Now then" she mumbles looking at the wreckage before making a shadow vine to drag the last one towards her "I hardly believe that you would plan this entire thing" she says "So who's the brains in this operation?", the man is cowering in fear, which makes sense "No answer? Shame" the assassin says before stabbing him with a sword, which disappears afterwards and she retreats to the safety of the alley to climb up to the roof "I'd like to report an explosion" she says after calling the police "Oh no civilians were hurt, just a large group wanting to rob the bank, they're taken care of, but most might still be al- shit", she presses her free hand to the injury and she hears the question if she's alright "Yes" she says ending the call.

With that wrapped up she heads home, where there's hopefully still some food and if she's lucky her father is still awake, still, how is she going to explain it, although the pain is becoming clearer with each second.

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Location: Random empty penthouse
Interactions: Open

An angry demon isn't good, a bored demon is possibly worse and right now Kyle is very bored, so he decides to summon a cerberus "Go crazy, scare the workers or something" he says to the oversized puppy, he's well aware he shouldn't summon them for this, but it's something he often does, he once had a nine headed snake summoned for a whole day because they said he couldn't, although he did exhaust himself by doing so.

 

[MePersonally]

First, Marvin didn't hear the man calling for him. He didn't exactly asociate the term "enhanced" with himself, either, so he assumed it was just indistinct chatter. That was until the man snapped his fingers and kept pointing at him. It made him turn around and look back like a wet puppy, dirty water dripping off his clothes.
"Me?", he asked, taken aback for a second, while staring at the girl, who had seemingly just appeared and was now chatting with the billionaire.
Med bay? But he wasn't even... Shaking his head, he decided to keep that a secret for now.
"Thanks...", he mumbled and walked towards the door without thinking. The water was making him feel cold and the melted leather was burning in his wounds, so he thought it might not be a bad idea to take it off for a while.
Biting his lip, he walked off into the elevator, heart beating faster. He had really gotten into Stark Tower.

The elevator took him up to a room, which seemed to be filled with medical equipment. Unsure of what to do, Marvin sat down on a bed and pulled the jacket off, the process ripping a bit of his skin off. He hissed at the pain and tears shot into his eyes, but he didn't make a sound.
"Oh man...", he whispered to himself, commenting on his whole situation. Now a bowl of soup would be perfect.

 

[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

Stark turned back to the other one as the Enhanced made his way up the elevator, huffing. "You, either in or out. I wanna know how you got in here."

He jutted a thumb at the elevator with a click of his tongue, living up to his rap of not being a patient person.


~~~
Timeskip: a few weeks later.

CrowCall huffed through gritted teeth, employing full use of their abilities to avoid the legion of people they knew were around the corner. Damn, they'd really hoped they weren't going to be chased again, but here they were, scaling the side of a building and ducking down to hide behind an AC unit.

"Damn it."

The stitches in their shoulder—expertly done by Night—burned, and they could already tell they'd popped some, warm liquid trailing its way down their front.

The crunch of footsteps on gravel alerted them to the arrival of their current annoyance; Nick Fury, as he had introduced himself earlier before being socked in the face for sneaking up on them. Which—not their finest moment. To be fair, they hadn't been paying attention.

"You're a hard person to track down—"

"Leaving, now!"

Crow bolted from the AC unit, catpassing over a low fence and bolting over to the next roof only for something to stick into their foot and—ope, that's a... ha, that's a neurotoxin, isn't it? Yeah.

Amazing.

Crow tucked into a roll as their limbs went numb, landing painfully and staying half curled-up on the ground.

"Can we have a conversation, now?"

Crow, as is their wont, grinned. "I dunno, can we?"

They can stall...

Right?

 

[Flame Demon]

Phantom is perched on a rooftop when she's contacted, if you can call it that, but she just ignores whoever it is for the moment, it was quiet, too quiet, it seemed as though even the other vigilantes weren't busy stopping crimes tonight "Lovely night, isn't it?" come someone's voice from behind her, right behind her actually.

Not even a split second after she hears the sound of something being fired, so she jumps "I figured people wouldn't be stupid enough to try and sneak up on an assassin" Phantom says, her database going through it's data to identify this person.

"You're a hard person to keep track off" is the only comment she gets "I see you added stealth mode". Phantom narrows her eyes at that comment "Always had it, but I really gotta go" she says and she jumps off the building, disappearing from sight.

Only for Nick Fury to find her sitting on the roof of her house "We need to talk" he says "Then talk Fury, I don't have all night" Phantom says "And call of your snipers, you won't need them".