fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
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𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴
maude & maddox
"the copycats"
"the copycats"
code by low fidelity.
There was so much to offer in New York City, and so far, the city had been treating the Marlowes damn good before the Snap.
In comparison to the dreary little miserable town of Brockton, the Big Apple was a big ol' playground full of opportunities. Maude had been homesick for a bit, that was certain. Nothing ever compared to her hometown. But their living situation made a big upgrade once Amelia legally adopted them. They went from that shoddy old foster home, with its leaking roof and rinky dink heater, to a Brooklyn brownstone far nicer than any house in her old neighborhood. She had her own room finally, which she was over the moon about. Maddox even calmed down for a bit and tried to keep himself out of trouble. What should have been the beginning of the rest of their lives was cut short by the Snap. It was an eerie feeling, returning out of thin air after five years, and finding Amelia with new grey hairs and wrinkles. The world afterwards was so different, so terrifying. Nothing was the same; there were those first few weeks, where people cried with joy at their loved ones returns, at the world having seemingly gone back to normal. But then, the world felt tinted with grey. Recovering from the trauma was another feat entirely. Amelia begged the siblings to keep their heads low and finish high school. Trouble always seemed to find them though, in the shape of a note left on her bedroom pillow.
The night of the meeting was bitterly cold and so damn dreary. Maude had made sure to layer up in her clothes, with her thick hoodie and plaid jacket and thick warm leggings under her jeans. She pulled her hood up over her head in an attempt to keep her ears from going numb. As they stood at the edge of the field obscured by the treeline, Maude craned her neck up to look at the ruins of the Avengers tower. Like a giant, dark defeated beast in the night, it left a cold chill in her chest that wasn't from the weather. The siblings gave each other a long look before Mads nodded. They didn't need spoken words to agree with each other, and instead, shook hands.
The visual effect of Maddox's power was strange. A quick shifting of features, creeping into uncanny valley-like appearance, before settling into the intended affect. Maude and Maddox switched appearances, quick as a blink of the eye. The girl was a fan of dramatic entrances, and hey, who wouldn't want to impress an Avenger? (The back of her mind quickly yelled 'Alleged murderer!' but Maude stamped that thought out quickly; everybody deserved the benefit of the doubt)
"Of course we had to come at midnight," He snapped with a shuddering breath, trekking behind his sister as they began to cross the field. Mads could feel the snow slowly seep through the canvas fabric of his shoes and cursed under his breath. "We couldn't fuckin' come at, oh I don't know, the middle of the day? When it ain't a negative hundred outside?"
"Mads, shut up, oh my god. They're already here, come on." Maude whisper-yelled at her foul mouthed brother, eyes wide at the sight of others standing in the field already. She grabbed his arm and picked up the pace, smoothing her clothes out with her other hand. Despite how many times they had copied each other's appearances, it was a bit of a weird effect, seeing herself but not actually herself. Maude was nervous as hell, but her face fell into a faux-cool façade, wall of defense up.
Standing in the field with the others, Maude took a good look at each of them, likely all a bit annoyed at the late hour and shit weather. Keeping up Maddox's appearance took concentration, but there was a small spark of curiosity in her chest at the idea of the other's abilities. She kept her hands shoved in the pockets of her- Maddox's?- sweater. As Peter approached, the two narrowed their eyes, almost eerily in sync. Maddox shifted from one left to another, probably as nervous as his sister. Despite being convinced to come along, he wasn't so sure about how much he trusted Spider-Man just yet.
"What kind of help you talkin' about?" Spoke up the sibling who looked like Maddox, Boston accent clear as day, "Please, enlighten us, 'cause I'm pretty damn curious about how you knew where we lived. What's going on here?"
-- mood: curious as a cat, and freezing ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags: finessekid.23
In comparison to the dreary little miserable town of Brockton, the Big Apple was a big ol' playground full of opportunities. Maude had been homesick for a bit, that was certain. Nothing ever compared to her hometown. But their living situation made a big upgrade once Amelia legally adopted them. They went from that shoddy old foster home, with its leaking roof and rinky dink heater, to a Brooklyn brownstone far nicer than any house in her old neighborhood. She had her own room finally, which she was over the moon about. Maddox even calmed down for a bit and tried to keep himself out of trouble. What should have been the beginning of the rest of their lives was cut short by the Snap. It was an eerie feeling, returning out of thin air after five years, and finding Amelia with new grey hairs and wrinkles. The world afterwards was so different, so terrifying. Nothing was the same; there were those first few weeks, where people cried with joy at their loved ones returns, at the world having seemingly gone back to normal. But then, the world felt tinted with grey. Recovering from the trauma was another feat entirely. Amelia begged the siblings to keep their heads low and finish high school. Trouble always seemed to find them though, in the shape of a note left on her bedroom pillow.
The night of the meeting was bitterly cold and so damn dreary. Maude had made sure to layer up in her clothes, with her thick hoodie and plaid jacket and thick warm leggings under her jeans. She pulled her hood up over her head in an attempt to keep her ears from going numb. As they stood at the edge of the field obscured by the treeline, Maude craned her neck up to look at the ruins of the Avengers tower. Like a giant, dark defeated beast in the night, it left a cold chill in her chest that wasn't from the weather. The siblings gave each other a long look before Mads nodded. They didn't need spoken words to agree with each other, and instead, shook hands.
The visual effect of Maddox's power was strange. A quick shifting of features, creeping into uncanny valley-like appearance, before settling into the intended affect. Maude and Maddox switched appearances, quick as a blink of the eye. The girl was a fan of dramatic entrances, and hey, who wouldn't want to impress an Avenger? (The back of her mind quickly yelled 'Alleged murderer!' but Maude stamped that thought out quickly; everybody deserved the benefit of the doubt)
"Of course we had to come at midnight," He snapped with a shuddering breath, trekking behind his sister as they began to cross the field. Mads could feel the snow slowly seep through the canvas fabric of his shoes and cursed under his breath. "We couldn't fuckin' come at, oh I don't know, the middle of the day? When it ain't a negative hundred outside?"
"Mads, shut up, oh my god. They're already here, come on." Maude whisper-yelled at her foul mouthed brother, eyes wide at the sight of others standing in the field already. She grabbed his arm and picked up the pace, smoothing her clothes out with her other hand. Despite how many times they had copied each other's appearances, it was a bit of a weird effect, seeing herself but not actually herself. Maude was nervous as hell, but her face fell into a faux-cool façade, wall of defense up.
Standing in the field with the others, Maude took a good look at each of them, likely all a bit annoyed at the late hour and shit weather. Keeping up Maddox's appearance took concentration, but there was a small spark of curiosity in her chest at the idea of the other's abilities. She kept her hands shoved in the pockets of her- Maddox's?- sweater. As Peter approached, the two narrowed their eyes, almost eerily in sync. Maddox shifted from one left to another, probably as nervous as his sister. Despite being convinced to come along, he wasn't so sure about how much he trusted Spider-Man just yet.
"What kind of help you talkin' about?" Spoke up the sibling who looked like Maddox, Boston accent clear as day, "Please, enlighten us, 'cause I'm pretty damn curious about how you knew where we lived. What's going on here?"
-- mood: curious as a cat, and freezing ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags: finessekid.23
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.empathogen.
♡𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎♡
"What, indeed is going on here?" Darric's voice rang out in accordance with the girl who was shivering like a blown leaf on wind. He glided forward on air, letting a small psychic flame dance and twist around his fingers. It was a far too chilly night to be playing peek-a-boo in the darkened ruins of what used to be a symbol of hope to people. He tilted his head to the side, eyes closed and seemingly listening to the wind. However, that could not be more wrong. He studied the features and thoughts of the people present, jumping from one head to another until he'd taken in the entire scene. It was like diving into a sea of voices. Some were muddled, some were loud. But, all the thoughts were there. His attention turned to the gruff man that stood before them all.
"So it actually is you," Darric stated, snapping his fingers and snuffing out the flame. He remembered exactly where he was when the identity of Peter Benjamin Parker was broadcast for all of New York, and the world, to see.
"You know, I came to this world in the middle of a crisis and it was the Avengers that actually saved us all. Whether we were lost or not we owe you our lives. So, yes, you'll have my help and my fire." He crossed his arms over his chest and took two steps forward from the crowd.
"I don't have to read your mind to know that you're innocent. I can also feel that you've changed. You had to. So the only question is," He opened his eyes and the area was illuminated by small little fires that floated around his newfound peers, providing warmth and light.
"Will you believe in us the way we'll believe in you?" he asked, with the fire reflecting off his frozen green eyes.
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_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
CLARISSA MILANI-BARTON
Cliff killed the car engine and took a moment just to stare at the sight of the ruined Towers in front of her. It was very nearly midnight, the only light illuminating the ruined monoliths was that of the moon, it made the exposed girders glint and shimmer, but for the most part the complex remained shrouded in darkness. There was something both humbling and bone chillingly fearful about being in the shadows of what was once one of the most powerful buildings in the world, home to men and women whose names were known world over. To see such a building reduced to well.... this, well it stirred a response in anybody, even those who'd been against the Avengers in the first place. That was probably why Peter had asked them all to meet here, hoping that the building would intimidate them. Well so far it was working, at least on Cliff.
Cliff was snapped out of her thoughts by the whine from beside her. Next to her in the front passenger seat of Clint's 1970's Dodge Challenger was Lucky, a sandy-brown Labrador. He was looking at the ruins in front of him, an almost mournful expression on his face. "Yeah, I know boy, this place gives me a serious case of the creeps too." Cliff told him, reaching out one hand to ruffle his ears, pulling out the car keys and shoving them deep into her trouser pocket with the other. "Well let's go see what he wants at this ridiculous hour of the morning." She continued, pulling on the plain, unmarked black bomber jacket. (It hadn't always been unmarked, it was actually a SHIELD jacket. Cliff had carefully removed any identifying patches and stitching. It was too good a jacket to waste after all). Opening the glove box she pulled out a long multi-coloured stripy woollen scarf and the largest commercially available thermos that money could buy filled to the brim with coffee.
She exited the car, locked it (her uncle would kill her if got stolen and/or damaged again) and trudged across the field, Lucky following close by at her heels, to where she could make out the figures of others waiting. As she walked she looped the scarf around her neck a couple of times, tucking one end over her shoulder. Cliff knew she probably looked ridiculous, all bundled up, with a massive scarf and a bright purple band-aid across the bridge her nose, clutching a thermos, with a dog trailing at her heels. Hardly a 'heroic' entrance, but Cliff couldn't care less. It was bloody freezing and she'd rather stay alive than look dynamic. She was just on time and took her place among the line up, giving a brief nod of 'hello' to all the others. There was nobody in the line up who she knew, so Cliff curled her hands tighter around the thermos flask, and began shuffling from one foot to another in the snow, despite the thick hoodie and ex-SHIELD jacket she still felt cold. There was nothing to do but wait and drink coffee.
Cliff couldn't help but let out a slight huff of laughter, a large puff of vapour emerging from her mouth, at the sight of Peter arriving in full costume, with his mask down, covering his face. Honestly, this guy had been outed to pretty much the entire world, yet he was still clinging to the idea that the mask could disguise his identity? Neither her father nor uncle had ever worn a mask while under the Hawkeye moniker and nobody had made the connection as to who they were (though that could be because the general public didn't really care about the ordinary guy shooting arrows- the blond Asgardian, the all-singing, all-dancing super soldier who was America personified, the billionaire in a robotic suit, the green rage monster and even the redheaded Russian assassin were far more flashy and exciting). Nobody else around her was in costume (thank whatever Gods were out there), which only made Peter's choice of outfit look more bizarre and inappropriate. Maybe he was trying to psych them out or something? Well it wasn't gonna work on her.
At Peter's opening words she couldn't stop the sceptical snort from coming out. She would have felt slightly embarrassed at the outburst had it not been the others also voicing their queries at Peter's appalling choice of words. The first was a guy with a thick Boston accent. The second guy decided that now was the ideal time to demonstrate his powers by floating around and making flames materialise. It would have been an impressive show, had she been warm enough to actually care. But it told her one useful thing, that whoever this guy was he had powers, and knowing how superhero teams were normally formed, she was probably expected to be the token 'normal human'. Utter joy she thought sarcastically. He'd also got the classic 'dramatic heroic monologue' thing down too. But in his favour he did make a fire materialise near her.
Then it was Cliff's turn to speak."You mean you've found a cure for my severe coffee addiction, chronic lack of sleep and a way to ace my exams without having to kill myself studying?" She asked, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise, before shaking her head. "Excuse me for being sceptical Parker, but unless you've done any of those things I call bullshit on being to quote unquote 'help me'." Cliff replied, taking another long slurp of coffee, and narrowing her eyes every so slightly over the thermos.
Location: Ruins of the Avengers Facility
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags:
fin
low fidelity
.empathogen.
Cliff killed the car engine and took a moment just to stare at the sight of the ruined Towers in front of her. It was very nearly midnight, the only light illuminating the ruined monoliths was that of the moon, it made the exposed girders glint and shimmer, but for the most part the complex remained shrouded in darkness. There was something both humbling and bone chillingly fearful about being in the shadows of what was once one of the most powerful buildings in the world, home to men and women whose names were known world over. To see such a building reduced to well.... this, well it stirred a response in anybody, even those who'd been against the Avengers in the first place. That was probably why Peter had asked them all to meet here, hoping that the building would intimidate them. Well so far it was working, at least on Cliff.
Cliff was snapped out of her thoughts by the whine from beside her. Next to her in the front passenger seat of Clint's 1970's Dodge Challenger was Lucky, a sandy-brown Labrador. He was looking at the ruins in front of him, an almost mournful expression on his face. "Yeah, I know boy, this place gives me a serious case of the creeps too." Cliff told him, reaching out one hand to ruffle his ears, pulling out the car keys and shoving them deep into her trouser pocket with the other. "Well let's go see what he wants at this ridiculous hour of the morning." She continued, pulling on the plain, unmarked black bomber jacket. (It hadn't always been unmarked, it was actually a SHIELD jacket. Cliff had carefully removed any identifying patches and stitching. It was too good a jacket to waste after all). Opening the glove box she pulled out a long multi-coloured stripy woollen scarf and the largest commercially available thermos that money could buy filled to the brim with coffee.
She exited the car, locked it (her uncle would kill her if got stolen and/or damaged again) and trudged across the field, Lucky following close by at her heels, to where she could make out the figures of others waiting. As she walked she looped the scarf around her neck a couple of times, tucking one end over her shoulder. Cliff knew she probably looked ridiculous, all bundled up, with a massive scarf and a bright purple band-aid across the bridge her nose, clutching a thermos, with a dog trailing at her heels. Hardly a 'heroic' entrance, but Cliff couldn't care less. It was bloody freezing and she'd rather stay alive than look dynamic. She was just on time and took her place among the line up, giving a brief nod of 'hello' to all the others. There was nobody in the line up who she knew, so Cliff curled her hands tighter around the thermos flask, and began shuffling from one foot to another in the snow, despite the thick hoodie and ex-SHIELD jacket she still felt cold. There was nothing to do but wait and drink coffee.
Cliff couldn't help but let out a slight huff of laughter, a large puff of vapour emerging from her mouth, at the sight of Peter arriving in full costume, with his mask down, covering his face. Honestly, this guy had been outed to pretty much the entire world, yet he was still clinging to the idea that the mask could disguise his identity? Neither her father nor uncle had ever worn a mask while under the Hawkeye moniker and nobody had made the connection as to who they were (though that could be because the general public didn't really care about the ordinary guy shooting arrows- the blond Asgardian, the all-singing, all-dancing super soldier who was America personified, the billionaire in a robotic suit, the green rage monster and even the redheaded Russian assassin were far more flashy and exciting). Nobody else around her was in costume (thank whatever Gods were out there), which only made Peter's choice of outfit look more bizarre and inappropriate. Maybe he was trying to psych them out or something? Well it wasn't gonna work on her.
At Peter's opening words she couldn't stop the sceptical snort from coming out. She would have felt slightly embarrassed at the outburst had it not been the others also voicing their queries at Peter's appalling choice of words. The first was a guy with a thick Boston accent. The second guy decided that now was the ideal time to demonstrate his powers by floating around and making flames materialise. It would have been an impressive show, had she been warm enough to actually care. But it told her one useful thing, that whoever this guy was he had powers, and knowing how superhero teams were normally formed, she was probably expected to be the token 'normal human'. Utter joy she thought sarcastically. He'd also got the classic 'dramatic heroic monologue' thing down too. But in his favour he did make a fire materialise near her.
Then it was Cliff's turn to speak."You mean you've found a cure for my severe coffee addiction, chronic lack of sleep and a way to ace my exams without having to kill myself studying?" She asked, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise, before shaking her head. "Excuse me for being sceptical Parker, but unless you've done any of those things I call bullshit on being to quote unquote 'help me'." Cliff replied, taking another long slurp of coffee, and narrowing her eyes every so slightly over the thermos.
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags:
fin
low fidelity
.empathogen.
Cliff killed the car engine and took a moment just to stare at the sight of the ruined Towers in front of her. It was very nearly midnight, the only light illuminating the ruined monoliths was that of the moon, it made the exposed girders glint and shimmer, but for the most part the complex remained shrouded in darkness. There was something both humbling and bone chillingly fearful about being in the shadows of what was once one of the most powerful buildings in the world, home to men and women whose names were known world over. To see such a building reduced to well.... this, well it stirred a response in anybody, even those who'd been against the Avengers in the first place. That was probably why Peter had asked them all to meet here, hoping that the building would intimidate them. Well so far it was working, at least on Cliff.
Cliff was snapped out of her thoughts by the whine from beside her. Next to her in the front passenger seat of Clint's 1970's Dodge Challenger was Lucky, a sandy-brown Labrador. He was looking at the ruins in front of him, an almost mournful expression on his face. "Yeah, I know boy, this place gives me a serious case of the creeps too." Cliff told him, reaching out one hand to ruffle his ears, pulling out the car keys and shoving them deep into her trouser pocket with the other. "Well let's go see what he wants at this ridiculous hour of the morning." She continued, pulling on the plain, unmarked black bomber jacket. (It hadn't always been unmarked, it was actually a SHIELD jacket. Cliff had carefully removed any identifying patches and stitching. It was too good a jacket to waste after all). Opening the glove box she pulled out a long multi-coloured stripy woollen scarf and the largest commercially available thermos that money could buy filled to the brim with coffee.
She exited the car, locked it (her uncle would kill her if got stolen and/or damaged again) and trudged across the field, Lucky following close by at her heels, to where she could make out the figures of others waiting. As she walked she looped the scarf around her neck a couple of times, tucking one end over her shoulder. Cliff knew she probably looked ridiculous, all bundled up, with a massive scarf and a bright purple band-aid across the bridge her nose, clutching a thermos, with a dog trailing at her heels. Hardly a 'heroic' entrance, but Cliff couldn't care less. It was bloody freezing and she'd rather stay alive than look dynamic. She was just on time and took her place among the line up, giving a brief nod of 'hello' to all the others. There was nobody in the line up who she knew, so Cliff curled her hands tighter around the thermos flask, and began shuffling from one foot to another in the snow, despite the thick hoodie and ex-SHIELD jacket she still felt cold. There was nothing to do but wait and drink coffee.
Cliff couldn't help but let out a slight huff of laughter, a large puff of vapour emerging from her mouth, at the sight of Peter arriving in full costume, with his mask down, covering his face. Honestly, this guy had been outed to pretty much the entire world, yet he was still clinging to the idea that the mask could disguise his identity? Neither her father nor uncle had ever worn a mask while under the Hawkeye moniker and nobody had made the connection as to who they were (though that could be because the general public didn't really care about the ordinary guy shooting arrows- the blond Asgardian, the all-singing, all-dancing super soldier who was America personified, the billionaire in a robotic suit, the green rage monster and even the redheaded Russian assassin were far more flashy and exciting). Nobody else around her was in costume (thank whatever Gods were out there), which only made Peter's choice of outfit look more bizarre and inappropriate. Maybe he was trying to psych them out or something? Well it wasn't gonna work on her.
At Peter's opening words she couldn't stop the sceptical snort from coming out. She would have felt slightly embarrassed at the outburst had it not been the others also voicing their queries at Peter's appalling choice of words. The first was a guy with a thick Boston accent. The second guy decided that now was the ideal time to demonstrate his powers by floating around and making flames materialise. It would have been an impressive show, had she been warm enough to actually care. But it told her one useful thing, that whoever this guy was he had powers, and knowing how superhero teams were normally formed, she was probably expected to be the token 'normal human'. Utter joy she thought sarcastically. He'd also got the classic 'dramatic heroic monologue' thing down too. But in his favour he did make a fire materialise near her.
Then it was Cliff's turn to speak."You mean you've found a cure for my severe coffee addiction, chronic lack of sleep and a way to ace my exams without having to kill myself studying?" She asked, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise, before shaking her head. "Excuse me for being sceptical Parker, but unless you've done any of those things I call bullshit on being to quote unquote 'help me'." Cliff replied, taking another long slurp of coffee, and narrowing her eyes every so slightly over the thermos.
Cliff was snapped out of her thoughts by the whine from beside her. Next to her in the front passenger seat of Clint's 1970's Dodge Challenger was Lucky, a sandy-brown Labrador. He was looking at the ruins in front of him, an almost mournful expression on his face. "Yeah, I know boy, this place gives me a serious case of the creeps too." Cliff told him, reaching out one hand to ruffle his ears, pulling out the car keys and shoving them deep into her trouser pocket with the other. "Well let's go see what he wants at this ridiculous hour of the morning." She continued, pulling on the plain, unmarked black bomber jacket. (It hadn't always been unmarked, it was actually a SHIELD jacket. Cliff had carefully removed any identifying patches and stitching. It was too good a jacket to waste after all). Opening the glove box she pulled out a long multi-coloured stripy woollen scarf and the largest commercially available thermos that money could buy filled to the brim with coffee.
She exited the car, locked it (her uncle would kill her if got stolen and/or damaged again) and trudged across the field, Lucky following close by at her heels, to where she could make out the figures of others waiting. As she walked she looped the scarf around her neck a couple of times, tucking one end over her shoulder. Cliff knew she probably looked ridiculous, all bundled up, with a massive scarf and a bright purple band-aid across the bridge her nose, clutching a thermos, with a dog trailing at her heels. Hardly a 'heroic' entrance, but Cliff couldn't care less. It was bloody freezing and she'd rather stay alive than look dynamic. She was just on time and took her place among the line up, giving a brief nod of 'hello' to all the others. There was nobody in the line up who she knew, so Cliff curled her hands tighter around the thermos flask, and began shuffling from one foot to another in the snow, despite the thick hoodie and ex-SHIELD jacket she still felt cold. There was nothing to do but wait and drink coffee.
Cliff couldn't help but let out a slight huff of laughter, a large puff of vapour emerging from her mouth, at the sight of Peter arriving in full costume, with his mask down, covering his face. Honestly, this guy had been outed to pretty much the entire world, yet he was still clinging to the idea that the mask could disguise his identity? Neither her father nor uncle had ever worn a mask while under the Hawkeye moniker and nobody had made the connection as to who they were (though that could be because the general public didn't really care about the ordinary guy shooting arrows- the blond Asgardian, the all-singing, all-dancing super soldier who was America personified, the billionaire in a robotic suit, the green rage monster and even the redheaded Russian assassin were far more flashy and exciting). Nobody else around her was in costume (thank whatever Gods were out there), which only made Peter's choice of outfit look more bizarre and inappropriate. Maybe he was trying to psych them out or something? Well it wasn't gonna work on her.
At Peter's opening words she couldn't stop the sceptical snort from coming out. She would have felt slightly embarrassed at the outburst had it not been the others also voicing their queries at Peter's appalling choice of words. The first was a guy with a thick Boston accent. The second guy decided that now was the ideal time to demonstrate his powers by floating around and making flames materialise. It would have been an impressive show, had she been warm enough to actually care. But it told her one useful thing, that whoever this guy was he had powers, and knowing how superhero teams were normally formed, she was probably expected to be the token 'normal human'. Utter joy she thought sarcastically. He'd also got the classic 'dramatic heroic monologue' thing down too. But in his favour he did make a fire materialise near her.
Then it was Cliff's turn to speak."You mean you've found a cure for my severe coffee addiction, chronic lack of sleep and a way to ace my exams without having to kill myself studying?" She asked, one eyebrow raised in mock surprise, before shaking her head. "Excuse me for being sceptical Parker, but unless you've done any of those things I call bullshit on being to quote unquote 'help me'." Cliff replied, taking another long slurp of coffee, and narrowing her eyes every so slightly over the thermos.
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natsukashii
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
Erik Thorson
coded by hanthesunbeam
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
EddieTeddie
Junior Member
Felix Markov
Originally, Felix hadn’t planned on going at all. It wasn’t until he had seen Nadia’s excitement that he realized he had to. There was no way he was letting her go to a remote location, in the cold, at midnight, alone.
When the day arrived, he had already gotten the permission to borrow the family car. He had learned how to talk his way to permission from his parents. Some might call it guilt tripping and he wouldn’t disagree.
He grabbed the keys from the kitchen table. The house was mostly quiet, but Felix could hear noises from the workshop. He walked over and found his mom sitting in front of a canvas, soft tunes playing in the backgrounds as she got lost in her work. “Seraphine?” Felix said, knocking softly on the door, hoping not to startle her. “We’re leaving now,” He continued before she had the chance to say anything. “Oh, it is that late already?” Seraphine asked with a slight smile as she turned from her work in progress to her son to her watch and finally back to her canvas. Felix recognized the mountains from their hometown in the painting, but the colours made it look more melancholy than he remembered it to be. For a couple minutes he let her stare at the painting in silence, before he heard Nadia moving around upstairs and he spoke up again. “I’ll drive carefully, and take care of her, so don’t worry,”
“Come back,” Was all his mom said, not turning away from her painting as he left her to it. He waited in the kitchen until Nadia was ready before walking them to the car and getting in the drivers seat. They chatted idly as he drove towards where the Avengers headquarters had once been. The winter landscape they drove through made him feel more at ease, at least the terrain would be in his favour if something went wrong.
“What do you say Naddy? You ready to meet Spidey?” Felix asked, putting on his “public” grin as he stopped the car a small distance from the rest. Before getting out of the car he patted his jeans pocket to make sure he had his phone and his cigarettes with him. His necessities.
Felix wore only a light t-shirt and jeans. He had considered bringing a coat to at least act like the cold was bothering him, but what was the point? The only thing even resembling winter clothes was his heavy boots.
They made their way to the field, noticing that a couple others had already arrived. Felix started his process of studying each and every one of them thoroughly. He spotted Cliff and Lucky and walked over, giving the dog a small pet and giving Cliff a nod instead of a greeting. As they all waited for the man of honour to arrive, he continued looking over the different faces in the crowd, stopping only when he saw Angela. He didn't know whether to laugh or say hi to her, so he just stared for a while, giving a small wave before continuing on the rest of the crowd.
Peter Parker arrived when most of what would be the new mightiest heroes of earth had arrived. As Felix listened along, he pulled up a cigarette, there was no need to find his lighter, he only lifted the cigarette in front of Nadia's point of view, letting her light it.
Felix listened along, letting his eyes land on whoever was speaking, but said nothing himself. Every now and again he looked over to Nadia to make note of her reactions, he himself kept his expression blank, only moving to lift his cigarette and take a drag.
low fidelity
𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴
maude & maddox
"the copycats"
"the copycats"
mood: feeling very out of place. ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
.empathogen.
_gallifrog_
natsukashii
fin
.empathogen.
_gallifrog_
natsukashii
code by low fidelity.
As the rest of their group arrived, and more and more began to speak and argue with each other, Maude and Maddox exchanged a long look with raised eyebrows. This was...kind of insane. "Oh so we're like, showin' off the flashy powers now?" Maddox whispered into her ear. Maude saw her doppelganger grimace, likely feeling just the same as she did. Extremely out of their depth.
The two were silent for a minute as their arguments filled the night's air, watching the scene unfold. To contribute even more to the "odd ones out" feeling, some of them were on a first name basis already. Lovely. Maude specifically heard the big guy mention that his father was an Avenger, which, holy shit? How does one come up to par with that? As she got a better look at everyone, at least a few of them had somewhat familiar faces. Likely heroes, or vigilantes. People who actually tried to do good in the world. It make her chest tighten up for a moment, hearing Peter's raw emotion seep through his words, but the simple answer of "S.H.I.E.L.D" certainly made Maddox all the more curious. It didn't add up for her though, not just yet. What had the siblings done to have one of the most popular superheroes in New York City asking for their help?
"Listen, listen, alright." The shivering Maude cut in, still wearing her brother's appearance and vice versa. "The world needs Avengers. I agree with that. And some of youse, yeah, you fit the job description." She looked around at everyone with a curt nod. "What I wanna know is why us? Specifically my sister and I? Some of youse I recognize from the news, I think most of you have the hero act down already, but us?" At that, Maude's doppelganger stepped forward as well, cheeks flushed from the cold. "We're not heroes. We're not even vigilantes. Not nearly half the talent that you already got here. All we are is copycats."
Quick as a snap, Maude and Maddox switched back to their regular appearances, and the real, actual Maude was cutting through the group to stare down Peter, jabbing a pointed finger at his chest. "You believe in us? A couple-ah' nobodies? Then you better be there, fightin' with us too. No more hidin' in the shadows bullshit. I believe in you, Peter Parker."
-- -- mood: feeling very out of place ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
.empathogen.
_gallifrog_
natsukashii
The two were silent for a minute as their arguments filled the night's air, watching the scene unfold. To contribute even more to the "odd ones out" feeling, some of them were on a first name basis already. Lovely. Maude specifically heard the big guy mention that his father was an Avenger, which, holy shit? How does one come up to par with that? As she got a better look at everyone, at least a few of them had somewhat familiar faces. Likely heroes, or vigilantes. People who actually tried to do good in the world. It make her chest tighten up for a moment, hearing Peter's raw emotion seep through his words, but the simple answer of "S.H.I.E.L.D" certainly made Maddox all the more curious. It didn't add up for her though, not just yet. What had the siblings done to have one of the most popular superheroes in New York City asking for their help?
"Listen, listen, alright." The shivering Maude cut in, still wearing her brother's appearance and vice versa. "The world needs Avengers. I agree with that. And some of youse, yeah, you fit the job description." She looked around at everyone with a curt nod. "What I wanna know is why us? Specifically my sister and I? Some of youse I recognize from the news, I think most of you have the hero act down already, but us?" At that, Maude's doppelganger stepped forward as well, cheeks flushed from the cold. "We're not heroes. We're not even vigilantes. Not nearly half the talent that you already got here. All we are is copycats."
Quick as a snap, Maude and Maddox switched back to their regular appearances, and the real, actual Maude was cutting through the group to stare down Peter, jabbing a pointed finger at his chest. "You believe in us? A couple-ah' nobodies? Then you better be there, fightin' with us too. No more hidin' in the shadows bullshit. I believe in you, Peter Parker."
-- -- mood: feeling very out of place ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
.empathogen.
_gallifrog_
natsukashii
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FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
Gwendolyn FaustLocation: Avengers Facility
Interaction:
fin
(Peter)Mentioned:
.empathogen.
(Darric)
low fidelity
(the twins)
EddieTeddie
(Felix)
natsukashii
(Erik)
_gallifrog_
(Cliff)Mood: Cold, Suspicious
As the group conversed about their concerns and about whatever else, another figure watched from a nearby cluster of trees. Perched up in the fork of a sturdy oak, Gwen had been there for a while now. Shortly before the first of the others had arrived, with enough time to do a quick lap, assess what the best and probably safest spot for a meeting would be, and bugged it. Like hell she would be showing up to some mystery summon from Peter Parker. For all she knew, it could have been a trap. So after bugging what she determined to be the best spot, Gwen retreated to the trees she was currently residing in. Sitting in the fork maybe ten feet off the ground gave her plenty to watch. Her presence was hidden from the others as well. Dressed in her cold-weather garb, with her half-face mask included that turned what would be puffs of white breath into nothing. The only downside is that she couldn't drink anything to warm her up.
As she watched the group, Gwen concluded she didn't know most of these people. Darric was the only one she recognized, and even then she didn't exactly know him. Just a brief run in that didn't exactly go well. For him at least, for Gwen, it went swimmingly and exactly how she wanted it to. What was the phrase? Two ships passing in the night? Something like that could describe their situation. As for the others...Peter seemed annoyed, the twins seemed confused, one of the other girls seemed cold and in a similar boat of not wanting to be there, and then there was a kid who was trying to keep the peace but Gwen honestly wasn't sure if he was succeeding or just making it worse. And then...well, they were the only ones of any note. Once they had all voiced their opinions, Peter decided it was time to step in again. He believed in all of them huh? Gwen couldn't help but snort. This may not have been a trap, but she couldn't have been here for good reasons.
It was after Peter was done with his speech when Gwen finally decided that it was time to make herself known. Straightening up, she pulled her backpack around off her shoulders and slipped her binoculars back inside it, quickly zipping it shut again. Gwen then slipped forward after the backpack was back on her shoulders, falling from the fork in the tree, she landed in a squatting position with a loud, heavy thud. If it was lighter outside, she would have admired the boot impressions it would have no doubt left in the ground but she had to move before the others decided they had enough. There was a persistent dull ache in her body, causing her the grimace slightly as she approached the group, prepared in case someone jumped the gun and decided to attack. But weather this cold and metal muscles were not the greatest combination.
"Are we going to get access to your resources?" Gwen asked, finally joining the group but...keeping her distance. Arms crossed but loosely, eyes scanning the others, she would switch between Peter and someone else every few seconds. Obviously she didn't fully trust this entire situation. "Access to Iron Man's stuff, the S.H.E.I.L.D servers, everything."
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
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.empathogen.
♡𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎♡
KingHalliwell
Member
coded by weldherwings.
Adrik glanced at his watch as he arrived back at New York Sanctum. Peter was probably just getting to the meeting spot by the old avengers facility now but he wanted to get home just in case. He knew how nervous he was for this and he just wished that Peter wanted him to come. But Peter was convinced that he needed to do this on his own, and he wasn’t going to be the one to get in his way. Peter needed this.
But for now he planned to chill back at the tower and continued to clean and make the tower look a little more liveable. Nothing a few spells could help to accomplish. They had made pretty good progress, and were able to switch many of the rooms from large offices into large rooms on one of the floors in case any of these new recruits needed a place to stay, those who returned after the snap were where the concern came from.
As Adrik prepared to open a portal to the Tower, he shot Peter a text message, letting him know to text him if people needed assistance getting to the tower. A little reminder that he was there if he needed support.
He quickly concentrated on the sling ring and waved his hand in a small circle at his side as he reached down to grab his training bag. The swirling ring of crackling arcane energy opened, showing the empty living area of the tower, before he stepped through and the portal closed.
“MJ?” He called into the tower, as he snapped his clothes, shifting them into his normal outfit, “I’m back.”
There wasn’t an immediate response, but if she didn’t hear him, Karen would let her know that he had arrived. He quickly dropped his bag in his room, before returning to the living area, glancing at some of the trash that they had left out, he cast a rapid succession of spells, muttering a few incantations under his breath as the trash lifted off the coffee table and floated over to the trash can in the kitchen before the table cleaned itself. When he was satisfied with the appearance of the room, he went back to his room and plopped on his bed. Throwing a Netflix show on the tv and lounged about. As he waited on any word from Peter.
But for now he planned to chill back at the tower and continued to clean and make the tower look a little more liveable. Nothing a few spells could help to accomplish. They had made pretty good progress, and were able to switch many of the rooms from large offices into large rooms on one of the floors in case any of these new recruits needed a place to stay, those who returned after the snap were where the concern came from.
As Adrik prepared to open a portal to the Tower, he shot Peter a text message, letting him know to text him if people needed assistance getting to the tower. A little reminder that he was there if he needed support.
He quickly concentrated on the sling ring and waved his hand in a small circle at his side as he reached down to grab his training bag. The swirling ring of crackling arcane energy opened, showing the empty living area of the tower, before he stepped through and the portal closed.
“MJ?” He called into the tower, as he snapped his clothes, shifting them into his normal outfit, “I’m back.”
There wasn’t an immediate response, but if she didn’t hear him, Karen would let her know that he had arrived. He quickly dropped his bag in his room, before returning to the living area, glancing at some of the trash that they had left out, he cast a rapid succession of spells, muttering a few incantations under his breath as the trash lifted off the coffee table and floated over to the trash can in the kitchen before the table cleaned itself. When he was satisfied with the appearance of the room, he went back to his room and plopped on his bed. Throwing a Netflix show on the tv and lounged about. As he waited on any word from Peter.
_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
CLARISSA MILANI-BARTON
Location: Ruins of the Avengers Facility
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags: Erik
natsukashii
Peter
fin
Gwen
FireMaiden
At the sound of Erik's voice, Cliff couldn't help but sigh. Of course he'd be involved, every hero team needed their mandatory Asgardian. Sure she'd sort of mellowed to him over the years they'd known each other, she'd accepted that there were some traits that would never change. He was also learning sign out of some kind of strange.... respect?..... loyalty?...... curiosity? he had for her, which was good. But that didn't change the fact that he was still incredibly arrogant and cocky in a way that made her want to knock him down a few pegs permanently (not that would ever happen, she was still, and always would be, all too human in her abilities).
And he still, after all these years insisted on calling her by her full name, just to rile her up. He knew she didn't like it, it felt wrong and uncomfortable. To her Clarissa suggested somebody from a period drama incapable of making her own decisions, whose purpose was pretty much ornamental, destined to be married off to some wealthy man or another. Cliff, on the other hand was stronger, much rougher around the edges, slightly quirky and in a way messier, a far better fit to who she actually was. (There was a part of her that knew she shortened her name because Cliff Barton sounded much Clint Barton). The only name that felt more uncomfortable to Cliff than her full birth name was 'Hawkeye'. That was one thing she definitely was not. Despite what everybody who met her seemed to think, she was far from a Hawkeye. If she was ever called Hawkeye by anybody the she would reply with a cold 'wrong Barton'. How hard was it to remember a bloody nickname anyway? And of course, in true hero style, Erik couldn't let anybody out monologue him either, joining in the floating dude with his support of Peter. What was it with these hero types and monologues? Why couldn't a short, maybe even witty remark suffice?
"Some of us Erika" she retorted, with a very tired sigh (one that matched the dark circles forming around her eyes from lack of sleep). The nickname was hardly imaginative in any way, but she couldn't let his taunt go unanswered. "Were not born to be a hero." She drew herself up to eye him up properly, Cliff was tall for a woman, long limbs were good for archery and acrobatics, but of course, Erik was taller. "Or with the DNA of legends and warriors running through our blood. Some of us are the exact opposite." Whatever else she was going to add was cut off by Peter starting to talk again, Cliff gave him her full attention, sure she wasn't overjoyed about being dragged out in the middle of the night (when she could have been getting some proper sleep, for once), but Peter was a friend... of sorts, and the minimum he deserved was for her to pay attention to his spiel.
At the mention of SHIELD she groaned, Cliff couldn't help it. SHIELD was one of the most annoying things in her life at the moment, constantly trying to recruit her and all but putting her through a polygraph trying to find out where her father was (she wouldn't put it past them to actually do that at some point). Evidently SHIELD weren't part of Peter's gang which....... got her thinking actually. Maybe this idea did hold some merit after all. Maybe if she joined up with Peter's gang (she wouldn't call them Avengers, not yet anyway, they were definitely more of a gang of teenage misfits with ambitions of being something more at the moment) it could finally get SHIELD off her ass. And it looked like Nadia and Felix would be in it too, Lucky was sniffing around their heels delighted to recognise somebody else in the crowd. Her eyebrows had furrowed in thought as she considered that line of thought, only to be rudely interrupted by Peter throwing his mask at her feet.
The symbolism of Peter tossing his mask off wasn't missed on Cliff though, but why did it have to land near her?. She was probably the only one there (besides Erik) who didn't wear a mask (the shape-shifting twins may not wear a mask, but they wore each other's image, so that counted as a mask in her mind). With his face revealed Cliff took a moment to look him over, it had been a good few months since she'd last seen him. He'd got stubble, that was new, though it really didn't suit him, in her opinion. She raised an eyebrow at the tossed mask. Lucky ran over, sniffed it with a look of utter suspicions, then picked it up and unceremoniously dumped it at Peter's feet before returning to Cliff's. She cracked a smile, and reached down to ruffle his ears. "He doesn't like masks, brings bad memories." She explained, doubting that anybody was even listening to her as the the siblings?.... twins?, they certainly looked twins to Cliff (as well as looking vaguely familiar) chose that moment to step forwards and introduce themselves and their abilities. A bit gimmicky, but made perfect sense when paired with the aliases they had chosen for themselves- copycats. She couldn't help but idly wonder what exactly their power was, could they just swap with each other? Or was it deeper than that? Or maybe the coffee was making her hallucinate.
Then yet another girl appeared from nowhere, or more precisely from a tree with a surprisingly loud thud. She started asking questions, the right kinds of questions in Cliff's mind, the questions that none of the others really seemed bothered to ask, blindly accepting their calling to be a hero. She stepped forwards slightly, to somewhere nearer to Gwen (who looked incredibly sceptical about the whole thing Cliff was glad to see) and gestured a thumb at the other girl. "You speak sense, whoever you are. How does this work ? Are SHIELD in any way involved or have all you bridges with them been burned? Will there even be resources? Proper tech, training, files, weapons, suits, any kind of overwatch system? Another one of those Tower AIs that Stark loved? Medical facilities for those of us who don't have healing factors? Or are is somebody finally wanting me for my medical skills, and not because I'm part of the 'family business'." She used airquotes around the words 'family business'. Peter, Erik and to an extent Nadia and Felix was knew she was Hawkeye's daughter, but unlike Erik she saw no use in voicing her own parentage to the world. She'd rather be judged on her own merit rather than be judged on those amazing people who went before her.
"How exactly does this work?" She repeated, there was no way she was going to make a decision without all the information, even if she was tired."Is this a full time occupation, or do I still get to live an actual life, attend my course and do my actual job? Can I cut a deal like Natasha, Hawkeye and the other SHIELD agents, where I'm more on loan as opposed to an actual member? Or is this an all or nothing kind of thing?" That kind of deal had worked pretty well for her dad, Clint couldn't pick and choose as such, but he had a bit more freedom than being at utterly Tony Stark's beck and call. Cliff's tone wasn't rude as such, more curious. She could be won over, but it would take more effort than some of the others. She took another few steps forwards until she was right in front of Peter, then spoke again, this time far, far quieter, her words intended for Peter and Peter only. "I know you wouldn't, but if you've been brainwashed or completely lost your mind over theses last few months and only invited me because I fill the diversity quota then I walk, I've had enough of that in my life." Cliff knew that Spidey knew just how much she hated being involved in things as the token deaf person, token archer, token female, or in this case, token human.
And he still, after all these years insisted on calling her by her full name, just to rile her up. He knew she didn't like it, it felt wrong and uncomfortable. To her Clarissa suggested somebody from a period drama incapable of making her own decisions, whose purpose was pretty much ornamental, destined to be married off to some wealthy man or another. Cliff, on the other hand was stronger, much rougher around the edges, slightly quirky and in a way messier, a far better fit to who she actually was. (There was a part of her that knew she shortened her name because Cliff Barton sounded much Clint Barton). The only name that felt more uncomfortable to Cliff than her full birth name was 'Hawkeye'. That was one thing she definitely was not. Despite what everybody who met her seemed to think, she was far from a Hawkeye. If she was ever called Hawkeye by anybody the she would reply with a cold 'wrong Barton'. How hard was it to remember a bloody nickname anyway? And of course, in true hero style, Erik couldn't let anybody out monologue him either, joining in the floating dude with his support of Peter. What was it with these hero types and monologues? Why couldn't a short, maybe even witty remark suffice?
"Some of us Erika" she retorted, with a very tired sigh (one that matched the dark circles forming around her eyes from lack of sleep). The nickname was hardly imaginative in any way, but she couldn't let his taunt go unanswered. "Were not born to be a hero." She drew herself up to eye him up properly, Cliff was tall for a woman, long limbs were good for archery and acrobatics, but of course, Erik was taller. "Or with the DNA of legends and warriors running through our blood. Some of us are the exact opposite." Whatever else she was going to add was cut off by Peter starting to talk again, Cliff gave him her full attention, sure she wasn't overjoyed about being dragged out in the middle of the night (when she could have been getting some proper sleep, for once), but Peter was a friend... of sorts, and the minimum he deserved was for her to pay attention to his spiel.
At the mention of SHIELD she groaned, Cliff couldn't help it. SHIELD was one of the most annoying things in her life at the moment, constantly trying to recruit her and all but putting her through a polygraph trying to find out where her father was (she wouldn't put it past them to actually do that at some point). Evidently SHIELD weren't part of Peter's gang which....... got her thinking actually. Maybe this idea did hold some merit after all. Maybe if she joined up with Peter's gang (she wouldn't call them Avengers, not yet anyway, they were definitely more of a gang of teenage misfits with ambitions of being something more at the moment) it could finally get SHIELD off her ass. And it looked like Nadia and Felix would be in it too, Lucky was sniffing around their heels delighted to recognise somebody else in the crowd. Her eyebrows had furrowed in thought as she considered that line of thought, only to be rudely interrupted by Peter throwing his mask at her feet.
The symbolism of Peter tossing his mask off wasn't missed on Cliff though, but why did it have to land near her?. She was probably the only one there (besides Erik) who didn't wear a mask (the shape-shifting twins may not wear a mask, but they wore each other's image, so that counted as a mask in her mind). With his face revealed Cliff took a moment to look him over, it had been a good few months since she'd last seen him. He'd got stubble, that was new, though it really didn't suit him, in her opinion. She raised an eyebrow at the tossed mask. Lucky ran over, sniffed it with a look of utter suspicions, then picked it up and unceremoniously dumped it at Peter's feet before returning to Cliff's. She cracked a smile, and reached down to ruffle his ears. "He doesn't like masks, brings bad memories." She explained, doubting that anybody was even listening to her as the the siblings?.... twins?, they certainly looked twins to Cliff (as well as looking vaguely familiar) chose that moment to step forwards and introduce themselves and their abilities. A bit gimmicky, but made perfect sense when paired with the aliases they had chosen for themselves- copycats. She couldn't help but idly wonder what exactly their power was, could they just swap with each other? Or was it deeper than that? Or maybe the coffee was making her hallucinate.
Then yet another girl appeared from nowhere, or more precisely from a tree with a surprisingly loud thud. She started asking questions, the right kinds of questions in Cliff's mind, the questions that none of the others really seemed bothered to ask, blindly accepting their calling to be a hero. She stepped forwards slightly, to somewhere nearer to Gwen (who looked incredibly sceptical about the whole thing Cliff was glad to see) and gestured a thumb at the other girl. "You speak sense, whoever you are. How does this work ? Are SHIELD in any way involved or have all you bridges with them been burned? Will there even be resources? Proper tech, training, files, weapons, suits, any kind of overwatch system? Another one of those Tower AIs that Stark loved? Medical facilities for those of us who don't have healing factors? Or are is somebody finally wanting me for my medical skills, and not because I'm part of the 'family business'." She used airquotes around the words 'family business'. Peter, Erik and to an extent Nadia and Felix was knew she was Hawkeye's daughter, but unlike Erik she saw no use in voicing her own parentage to the world. She'd rather be judged on her own merit rather than be judged on those amazing people who went before her.
"How exactly does this work?" She repeated, there was no way she was going to make a decision without all the information, even if she was tired."Is this a full time occupation, or do I still get to live an actual life, attend my course and do my actual job? Can I cut a deal like Natasha, Hawkeye and the other SHIELD agents, where I'm more on loan as opposed to an actual member? Or is this an all or nothing kind of thing?" That kind of deal had worked pretty well for her dad, Clint couldn't pick and choose as such, but he had a bit more freedom than being at utterly Tony Stark's beck and call. Cliff's tone wasn't rude as such, more curious. She could be won over, but it would take more effort than some of the others. She took another few steps forwards until she was right in front of Peter, then spoke again, this time far, far quieter, her words intended for Peter and Peter only. "I know you wouldn't, but if you've been brainwashed or completely lost your mind over theses last few months and only invited me because I fill the diversity quota then I walk, I've had enough of that in my life." Cliff knew that Spidey knew just how much she hated being involved in things as the token deaf person, token archer, token female, or in this case, token human.
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags: Erik
natsukashii
Peter
fin
Gwen
FireMaiden
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_amaranth_
...coffee_addict...
code by valen t.
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
EddieTeddie
Junior Member
code by valen t.
FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
Gwendolyn FaustLocation: Avengers Facility
Interaction:
fin
(Peter)Mentioned:
.empathogen.
(Darric)
low fidelity
(the twins)
EddieTeddie
(Felix)
natsukashii
(Erik)
_gallifrog_
(Cliff)Mood: Cold, Suspicious
She noticed two things first. The others in the group seemed a little surprised by her appearance, something that almost made the young woman chuckle. And Peter's reaction. A glance down toward his hands confirmed that he was either expecting an attack or prepared for her to make a move that endangered him or the others present. Something that forced her to find back a scoff as she rolled her eyes, arms still crossed as she made no other movement. Before the spider boy could answer her inquiries, however, one of the other girls present stepped forward. She expanded on what Gwen had said, which Gwen nodded to. If anyone here was going to go and toss in their hat with him, they may as well know how this whole thing was going to work.
The other conversation going on nearby could go ignored as Peter answered her question. He had no resources that would be a huge draw to someone in her position or any of their positions. Though it did raise the question of how he got their information. Gwen was pretty much off the grid as it was, except for her recent enrollment to finish senior year, she didn't have anything but a driver's license in her name. Learning they would have living arrangements and full access to Stark Tower was admittedly pretty dope though, and would sure as hell be an upgrade to her current living arrangement. "So would we all be allowed to operate as we see fit? Or is this a mandatory boy scout rules kinds thing?" It was no secret to those here who knew of her that the Iron Bull didn't have a long list of enemies. And it was like that for a reason, either through intimidation or just taking care of it, Gwen surely operated outside of what most of these people saw as normal. But at the same time, anyone who was around during the first five years of career would know otherwise. After all, Gwen was the one making sure kids got to sleep easy at night.
"Oh and since you don't have the resources you used to have, how much on the fence are you about using what the rest of us have to offer, no matter what they might be?"
Michelle JonesLocation: Stark Tower
Interaction: Adrik (
KingHalliwell
)Mentioned:
fin
(Peter)MJ was stressed about tonight. Not that her being stressed was anything new, but it was certainly more present today than it had been the past few weeks. Sure it was her prodding that may have caused Peter to finally make this decision but it didn't mean the idea of him meeting with potential dangerous (in fact a few of them were dangerous) recruits was any less concerning. MJ had wanted to go with him, but in true Peter fashion, he told her to stay behind. At least she was able to come to the tower. Recently juggling her family, and both jobs meant she could do little more than call him. And not being able to act like a normal couple anyway was...stressful enough. But they would get to sat talk a bit later, so she was admittedly looking forward to it. So here she sat in Stark Tower, a ball of yarn in her lap and needles in her hands. MJ had about three rows, alternating knit and purl stitch, for the beginning of a scarf or something.
When she first picked up this hobby, she expected to drop it after a few weeks for something else. But honestly...it was surprising how much she actually liked it. While it could be a little difficult at times, it was relaxing and gave her something to focus on that wasn't picking at her cuticles. Or overthinking about the many ways that meeting could go wrong for Peter. Honestly, it was probably the healthiest coping mechanism she had. And now she had a small collection of knitted practice items, and a few finished real projects, like a pair of socks she made her mom. She had also made some for Peter a while ago. Anyway, she was sitting in the hall, not entirely sure on the reason why when she heard a voice calling out for her.
It was Adrik. He had been at the tower for a while, and the two of them were pretty cool with each other now. So, MJ felt a little better hearing his voice and knowing she wouldn't have to be waiting alone much longer. With a soft smile, she decided for now to put her crafts away, tucking them neatly into her bag before she stood up and started heading off to the living room nearby. Only he wasn't there when she showed up. Sitting her bag on the couch, MJ turned and headed off to the rooms, knowing which one to look for, she knocked on his door as soon as she reached it. "Welcome back. You eaten dinner yet?"
low fidelity
𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴
maude & maddox
"the copycats"
"the copycats"
mood: pleasantly surprised. ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
KingHalliwell
fin
KingHalliwell
code by low fidelity.
The fact that Peter Parker, the Spider-Man was aware of their heroics made Maude and Maddox shut up for a solid minute. It left a tight feeling in her chest, something like awe and disbelief and pride melding together, a warm stone weighing heavy. Their small escapades were something to be proud of after all. And then, the words "I will," finalized her thoughts on the matter. Maude gave a sharp nod, satisfied with their team leader's answer, and gave her brother a look of questioning. A silent quirk of the eyebrow said 'You in?' to which he responded with a nod.
"Good. That's what I like to hear." Maude smiled at Peter, a mischievous look with her flushed cheeks and now-known appearance changing trickery, and took a step back as the rest of the group continued their conversations and questions. Plenty of questions still burned in her mind, especially as more questions were asked. The girl with the black hair seemed to intimidate the others, but Maude only watched with curious eyes as she asked very good questions. Maybe, just maybe, the group would be able to get along.
"You sure we can do this?" Maddox mumbled in her ear as the scene continued to unfold. Despite the amount of people, and how much trust they were all about to put into each other, the two still seemed a bit far off. Somewhere in their own bubble. For so long, it had been Maude and Maddox vs. the World. That type of sibling bonding wouldn't disappear just yet. The brunette nudged her brother with a sharp elbow. "If he thinks so, then yeah. I'm sure." She replied quietly. To that, Maddox snorted. "Didn't know you were such a Spidey fan girl. It's adorable." And to that, her brother received a much sharper elbow to the ribs. "Shut up, you are so lucky I brought you along. You wanna live in the Avengers tower or not?"
Maddox gave a small harrumph of a sigh and shoved his slowly numbing hands into his hoodie pockets. The two quickly quelled their conversation as Peter's speech continued. This wasn't some small time vigilante gig. For lack of better term, this was big in the sibling's minds, an enormous step-up from the few times they had flexed their abilities to help the locals in their neighborhood. At least a few of them were in already. Maude gave the Avengers tower one long look, surprisingly silent in contemplation. She had never expected life to lead them to this point, it was almost unbelievable. Even with Peter's affirmations, there was still doubt at the back of her mind, a cruel ghost of a whisper. From mean scrappy foster kids to heroes? It sounded like make-believe.
"We're in." Maude stepped forward again to pluck two ear pieces from Peter's hand, handing one to her brother. "Breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D? Now that sounds fun. You don't gotta sell it so hard, I think you've got everyone convinced." Her sarcasm was evident, but she was thrilled at the ideas he was offering, and the girl slipped the ear piece into place. Maddox mirrored his sister, doing the same. "I definitely wanna see the Avengers tower, so uh, yeah." He tapped the ear piece once and spoke into it. "Hey, Mr. Adrik, Spidey-Boy said you could get us up to the tower? Pop a portal for us, please."
-- -- mood: pleasantly surprised. ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
KingHalliwell
"Good. That's what I like to hear." Maude smiled at Peter, a mischievous look with her flushed cheeks and now-known appearance changing trickery, and took a step back as the rest of the group continued their conversations and questions. Plenty of questions still burned in her mind, especially as more questions were asked. The girl with the black hair seemed to intimidate the others, but Maude only watched with curious eyes as she asked very good questions. Maybe, just maybe, the group would be able to get along.
"You sure we can do this?" Maddox mumbled in her ear as the scene continued to unfold. Despite the amount of people, and how much trust they were all about to put into each other, the two still seemed a bit far off. Somewhere in their own bubble. For so long, it had been Maude and Maddox vs. the World. That type of sibling bonding wouldn't disappear just yet. The brunette nudged her brother with a sharp elbow. "If he thinks so, then yeah. I'm sure." She replied quietly. To that, Maddox snorted. "Didn't know you were such a Spidey fan girl. It's adorable." And to that, her brother received a much sharper elbow to the ribs. "Shut up, you are so lucky I brought you along. You wanna live in the Avengers tower or not?"
Maddox gave a small harrumph of a sigh and shoved his slowly numbing hands into his hoodie pockets. The two quickly quelled their conversation as Peter's speech continued. This wasn't some small time vigilante gig. For lack of better term, this was big in the sibling's minds, an enormous step-up from the few times they had flexed their abilities to help the locals in their neighborhood. At least a few of them were in already. Maude gave the Avengers tower one long look, surprisingly silent in contemplation. She had never expected life to lead them to this point, it was almost unbelievable. Even with Peter's affirmations, there was still doubt at the back of her mind, a cruel ghost of a whisper. From mean scrappy foster kids to heroes? It sounded like make-believe.
"We're in." Maude stepped forward again to pluck two ear pieces from Peter's hand, handing one to her brother. "Breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D? Now that sounds fun. You don't gotta sell it so hard, I think you've got everyone convinced." Her sarcasm was evident, but she was thrilled at the ideas he was offering, and the girl slipped the ear piece into place. Maddox mirrored his sister, doing the same. "I definitely wanna see the Avengers tower, so uh, yeah." He tapped the ear piece once and spoke into it. "Hey, Mr. Adrik, Spidey-Boy said you could get us up to the tower? Pop a portal for us, please."
-- -- mood: pleasantly surprised. ; outfits: & ; location: avengers facility ruins ; tags:
fin
KingHalliwell
_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
CLARISSA MILANI-BARTON
Location: Ruins of the Avengers Facility
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags: Spiderman
fin
All at the ruins
Cliff hadn't meant to completely overwhelm Peter with a non-stop stream of questions, but it just sort of happened. She had two modes when it came to making decisions in life, either throwing herself head in without really thinking (and dealing with the inevitable consequences later) or, to think it through methodically, ask questions on anything and everything, and do her hardest to pick holes in whatever somebody was offering. The second way was her default when dealing with SHIELD, so it made some kind of logical sense to subject Peter to the same rapid fire inquisition that she'd give to whatever SHIELD was trying to recruit her. Or at least that's how Cliff was justifying it to herself.
Credit to Peter where it was due, he answered her questions with complete confidence and conviction in himself, making it evident that there had been a lot of thought put into this team-up, that it wasn't just some spur of the moment 3 a.m. mad idea (Cliff had had quite a few of those in her life and usually they didn't end particularly well). As he talked she couldn't help compare it to what SHIELD was offering her. There were some similarities- tech, training facilities, a chance to work with a team as part of something bigger (in SHIELD's case it was one of their junior agent initiatives). But there were other aspects of Peter's proposal that SHIELD were not offering her (and showed no signs of ever even considering offering her), and these were the exact things that drew her in.
The idea of being allowed to run a medical wing kitted out with Stark Tech caused a massive grin to appear on her face. Even if the Tower wasn't in the greatest condition, Stark tech was seriously dope, the company hadn't expanded much into the medical field, but even Tony stark was human and needed to be patched up (though it was usually Clint who was there). Cliff knew that Peter, like SHIELD, didn't exactly approve of her plans to go into medicine and para medicine (not that she needed their approval), but it was refreshing for somebody in the hero business (even if it was somebody who'd been outed named and shamed for something Cliff didn't think he did) to accept that, yes, she did indeed do more than run around with a Palaeolithic era weapon, firing pointy sticks at whatever was threat of the week. The fact that having a normal life was not just allowed, but encouraged was the icing on the cake. She got to actually continue with her paramedic job and her studies, as well as being able to come and go pretty much as she pleased.
She nearly choked on her coffee at the phrase 'trust is our superpower', but managed to quickly regain some form of dignity, wiping a hand across her nose to remove the few coffee droplets coming out, praying that everybody was just think she was cold or something. "Peter, if I wanted that much cheese at this hour of the night, I'd order a pizza or something. Jubilee pizza have an excellent late night deal" she couldn't help but remark, a comment that would be drowned out to most of the others by Peter's speech.
The idea of stealing from SHIELD produced a broader smirk than any normal person would have. It wasn't as if Cliff hadn't done it before. Nick Fury had turned a very interesting shade of puce when berating her for stealing his private credit card and used it to buy pizza for every staff member in the ED department she was working in that night. "You know me, I'm always up for messing with SHIELD. And with how they're treating me these days, I'm up for committing some illegal stuff in revenge." She shrugged as if it was the most casual, normal sentence in the world, reaching out with her free hand to pick out an earpiece.
Looking at the ear pieces in Peter's hand, it was easy to tell which pair was for her. While all the others were discreet, sleek and designed to be as unnoticeable as possible, Cliff's had clearly been designed with her disability in mind and therefore was the exact opposite. Any comms unit she used had to be combined with a working hearing aid, otherwise there was no point in her even having it in the first place. "The colour will have to be changed on this, for obvious reasons, no need for it to blend in." Had the hearing aid-comm device been purple already Cliff would have taken it as a sign that joining was a good idea. "Asides from that I need to make a call and get the car taken care of, I'm not letting it get trashed.... again." The Dodge had had a particularly colourful history, including being caught up in a hurricane. "But once you tell me that pets are allowed and there's a plentiful supply of good quality coffee tucked away somewhere, then I'm persuaded and definitely in." As she spoke she flicked on the new Stark tech comms, creating a brief, high pitched burst of feedback noise as the two hearing aids disagreed with one another, which stopped a few seconds later when she flicked it off "Sorry" she called over her shoulder to everybody else. "These are gonna need some fine tuning I think, or maybe my existing pair can already connect to the frequency".
Credit to Peter where it was due, he answered her questions with complete confidence and conviction in himself, making it evident that there had been a lot of thought put into this team-up, that it wasn't just some spur of the moment 3 a.m. mad idea (Cliff had had quite a few of those in her life and usually they didn't end particularly well). As he talked she couldn't help compare it to what SHIELD was offering her. There were some similarities- tech, training facilities, a chance to work with a team as part of something bigger (in SHIELD's case it was one of their junior agent initiatives). But there were other aspects of Peter's proposal that SHIELD were not offering her (and showed no signs of ever even considering offering her), and these were the exact things that drew her in.
The idea of being allowed to run a medical wing kitted out with Stark Tech caused a massive grin to appear on her face. Even if the Tower wasn't in the greatest condition, Stark tech was seriously dope, the company hadn't expanded much into the medical field, but even Tony stark was human and needed to be patched up (though it was usually Clint who was there). Cliff knew that Peter, like SHIELD, didn't exactly approve of her plans to go into medicine and para medicine (not that she needed their approval), but it was refreshing for somebody in the hero business (even if it was somebody who'd been outed named and shamed for something Cliff didn't think he did) to accept that, yes, she did indeed do more than run around with a Palaeolithic era weapon, firing pointy sticks at whatever was threat of the week. The fact that having a normal life was not just allowed, but encouraged was the icing on the cake. She got to actually continue with her paramedic job and her studies, as well as being able to come and go pretty much as she pleased.
She nearly choked on her coffee at the phrase 'trust is our superpower', but managed to quickly regain some form of dignity, wiping a hand across her nose to remove the few coffee droplets coming out, praying that everybody was just think she was cold or something. "Peter, if I wanted that much cheese at this hour of the night, I'd order a pizza or something. Jubilee pizza have an excellent late night deal" she couldn't help but remark, a comment that would be drowned out to most of the others by Peter's speech.
The idea of stealing from SHIELD produced a broader smirk than any normal person would have. It wasn't as if Cliff hadn't done it before. Nick Fury had turned a very interesting shade of puce when berating her for stealing his private credit card and used it to buy pizza for every staff member in the ED department she was working in that night. "You know me, I'm always up for messing with SHIELD. And with how they're treating me these days, I'm up for committing some illegal stuff in revenge." She shrugged as if it was the most casual, normal sentence in the world, reaching out with her free hand to pick out an earpiece.
Looking at the ear pieces in Peter's hand, it was easy to tell which pair was for her. While all the others were discreet, sleek and designed to be as unnoticeable as possible, Cliff's had clearly been designed with her disability in mind and therefore was the exact opposite. Any comms unit she used had to be combined with a working hearing aid, otherwise there was no point in her even having it in the first place. "The colour will have to be changed on this, for obvious reasons, no need for it to blend in." Had the hearing aid-comm device been purple already Cliff would have taken it as a sign that joining was a good idea. "Asides from that I need to make a call and get the car taken care of, I'm not letting it get trashed.... again." The Dodge had had a particularly colourful history, including being caught up in a hurricane. "But once you tell me that pets are allowed and there's a plentiful supply of good quality coffee tucked away somewhere, then I'm persuaded and definitely in." As she spoke she flicked on the new Stark tech comms, creating a brief, high pitched burst of feedback noise as the two hearing aids disagreed with one another, which stopped a few seconds later when she flicked it off "Sorry" she called over her shoulder to everybody else. "These are gonna need some fine tuning I think, or maybe my existing pair can already connect to the frequency".
Mood: Tired, Cold, Questioning her life choices (again)
Tags: Spiderman
fin
All at the ruinsCliff hadn't meant to completely overwhelm Peter with a non-stop stream of questions, but it just sort of happened. She had two modes when it came to making decisions in life, either throwing herself head in without really thinking (and dealing with the inevitable consequences later) or, to think it through methodically, ask questions on anything and everything, and do her hardest to pick holes in whatever somebody was offering. The second way was her default when dealing with SHIELD, so it made some kind of logical sense to subject Peter to the same rapid fire inquisition that she'd give to whatever SHIELD was trying to recruit her. Or at least that's how Cliff was justifying it to herself.
Credit to Peter where it was due, he answered her questions with complete confidence and conviction in himself, making it evident that there had been a lot of thought put into this team-up, that it wasn't just some spur of the moment 3 a.m. mad idea (Cliff had had quite a few of those in her life and usually they didn't end particularly well). As he talked she couldn't help compare it to what SHIELD was offering her. There were some similarities- tech, training facilities, a chance to work with a team as part of something bigger (in SHIELD's case it was one of their junior agent initiatives). But there were other aspects of Peter's proposal that SHIELD were not offering her (and showed no signs of ever even considering offering her), and these were the exact things that drew her in.
The idea of being allowed to run a medical wing kitted out with Stark Tech caused a massive grin to appear on her face. Even if the Tower wasn't in the greatest condition, Stark tech was seriously dope, the company hadn't expanded much into the medical field, but even Tony stark was human and needed to be patched up (though it was usually Clint who was there). Cliff knew that Peter, like SHIELD, didn't exactly approve of her plans to go into medicine and para medicine (not that she needed their approval), but it was refreshing for somebody in the hero business (even if it was somebody who'd been outed named and shamed for something Cliff didn't think he did) to accept that, yes, she did indeed do more than run around with a Palaeolithic era weapon, firing pointy sticks at whatever was threat of the week. The fact that having a normal life was not just allowed, but encouraged was the icing on the cake. She got to actually continue with her paramedic job and her studies, as well as being able to come and go pretty much as she pleased.
She nearly choked on her coffee at the phrase 'trust is our superpower', but managed to quickly regain some form of dignity, wiping a hand across her nose to remove the few coffee droplets coming out, praying that everybody was just think she was cold or something. "Peter, if I wanted that much cheese at this hour of the night, I'd order a pizza or something. Jubilee pizza have an excellent late night deal" she couldn't help but remark, a comment that would be drowned out to most of the others by Peter's speech.
The idea of stealing from SHIELD produced a broader smirk than any normal person would have. It wasn't as if Cliff hadn't done it before. Nick Fury had turned a very interesting shade of puce when berating her for stealing his private credit card and used it to buy pizza for every staff member in the ED department she was working in that night. "You know me, I'm always up for messing with SHIELD. And with how they're treating me these days, I'm up for committing some illegal stuff in revenge." She shrugged as if it was the most casual, normal sentence in the world, reaching out with her free hand to pick out an earpiece.
Looking at the ear pieces in Peter's hand, it was easy to tell which pair was for her. While all the others were discreet, sleek and designed to be as unnoticeable as possible, Cliff's had clearly been designed with her disability in mind and therefore was the exact opposite. Any comms unit she used had to be combined with a working hearing aid, otherwise there was no point in her even having it in the first place. "The colour will have to be changed on this, for obvious reasons, no need for it to blend in." Had the hearing aid-comm device been purple already Cliff would have taken it as a sign that joining was a good idea. "Asides from that I need to make a call and get the car taken care of, I'm not letting it get trashed.... again." The Dodge had had a particularly colourful history, including being caught up in a hurricane. "But once you tell me that pets are allowed and there's a plentiful supply of good quality coffee tucked away somewhere, then I'm persuaded and definitely in." As she spoke she flicked on the new Stark tech comms, creating a brief, high pitched burst of feedback noise as the two hearing aids disagreed with one another, which stopped a few seconds later when she flicked it off "Sorry" she called over her shoulder to everybody else. "These are gonna need some fine tuning I think, or maybe my existing pair can already connect to the frequency".
Credit to Peter where it was due, he answered her questions with complete confidence and conviction in himself, making it evident that there had been a lot of thought put into this team-up, that it wasn't just some spur of the moment 3 a.m. mad idea (Cliff had had quite a few of those in her life and usually they didn't end particularly well). As he talked she couldn't help compare it to what SHIELD was offering her. There were some similarities- tech, training facilities, a chance to work with a team as part of something bigger (in SHIELD's case it was one of their junior agent initiatives). But there were other aspects of Peter's proposal that SHIELD were not offering her (and showed no signs of ever even considering offering her), and these were the exact things that drew her in.
The idea of being allowed to run a medical wing kitted out with Stark Tech caused a massive grin to appear on her face. Even if the Tower wasn't in the greatest condition, Stark tech was seriously dope, the company hadn't expanded much into the medical field, but even Tony stark was human and needed to be patched up (though it was usually Clint who was there). Cliff knew that Peter, like SHIELD, didn't exactly approve of her plans to go into medicine and para medicine (not that she needed their approval), but it was refreshing for somebody in the hero business (even if it was somebody who'd been outed named and shamed for something Cliff didn't think he did) to accept that, yes, she did indeed do more than run around with a Palaeolithic era weapon, firing pointy sticks at whatever was threat of the week. The fact that having a normal life was not just allowed, but encouraged was the icing on the cake. She got to actually continue with her paramedic job and her studies, as well as being able to come and go pretty much as she pleased.
She nearly choked on her coffee at the phrase 'trust is our superpower', but managed to quickly regain some form of dignity, wiping a hand across her nose to remove the few coffee droplets coming out, praying that everybody was just think she was cold or something. "Peter, if I wanted that much cheese at this hour of the night, I'd order a pizza or something. Jubilee pizza have an excellent late night deal" she couldn't help but remark, a comment that would be drowned out to most of the others by Peter's speech.
The idea of stealing from SHIELD produced a broader smirk than any normal person would have. It wasn't as if Cliff hadn't done it before. Nick Fury had turned a very interesting shade of puce when berating her for stealing his private credit card and used it to buy pizza for every staff member in the ED department she was working in that night. "You know me, I'm always up for messing with SHIELD. And with how they're treating me these days, I'm up for committing some illegal stuff in revenge." She shrugged as if it was the most casual, normal sentence in the world, reaching out with her free hand to pick out an earpiece.
Looking at the ear pieces in Peter's hand, it was easy to tell which pair was for her. While all the others were discreet, sleek and designed to be as unnoticeable as possible, Cliff's had clearly been designed with her disability in mind and therefore was the exact opposite. Any comms unit she used had to be combined with a working hearing aid, otherwise there was no point in her even having it in the first place. "The colour will have to be changed on this, for obvious reasons, no need for it to blend in." Had the hearing aid-comm device been purple already Cliff would have taken it as a sign that joining was a good idea. "Asides from that I need to make a call and get the car taken care of, I'm not letting it get trashed.... again." The Dodge had had a particularly colourful history, including being caught up in a hurricane. "But once you tell me that pets are allowed and there's a plentiful supply of good quality coffee tucked away somewhere, then I'm persuaded and definitely in." As she spoke she flicked on the new Stark tech comms, creating a brief, high pitched burst of feedback noise as the two hearing aids disagreed with one another, which stopped a few seconds later when she flicked it off "Sorry" she called over her shoulder to everybody else. "These are gonna need some fine tuning I think, or maybe my existing pair can already connect to the frequency".
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
KingHalliwell
Member
coded by weldherwings.
Adrik hadn’t really gotten into the episode when MJ’s knocking pulled his attention to the door. He flashed a smile in her direction, before sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up. “No I haven’t eaten yet, but food sounds great,” Adrik answered, grabbing his sling ring from the bedside table, “training with the Masters never fails to make me hungry.” He added, following MJ to the living area.
“Heard anything from Peter yet?” Adrik asked, glancing down at his Apple Watch. He hoped things were going well, but there was an itch in the back of his mind that worried about the uncertainty of the ‘what if’ statement Peter and he had discussed a few days ago. There was no way of knowing if the intentions of those invited to the battlegrounds were good, and there was no way of knowing what people would do to claim Spider-Man as a notch on their belt.
But he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he opened the fridge, searching for ingredients to make literally anything, which seemed in possible. “Hey Karen, remind us to go grocery shopping,” He called out, closing the door to the fridge. “So take out?” Adrik asked, turning to look at MJ and pulling his phone out to pull up some take out menus. Glancing up as the comm system sounded with an unfamiliar voice asking for a portal.
“New recruit?” He asked, slipping the sling ring on his fingers and pocketing his phone again. He quickly drew a circle in the air with his hand, opening a crackling light blue and green portal to the battlefield. A hazy image of Peter and a cluster of people appearing. “Shall we?” He asked MJ as he stepped through, keeping the portal open as he looked over at Peter with a confident smile.
“Heard anything from Peter yet?” Adrik asked, glancing down at his Apple Watch. He hoped things were going well, but there was an itch in the back of his mind that worried about the uncertainty of the ‘what if’ statement Peter and he had discussed a few days ago. There was no way of knowing if the intentions of those invited to the battlegrounds were good, and there was no way of knowing what people would do to claim Spider-Man as a notch on their belt.
But he pushed those thoughts from his mind as he opened the fridge, searching for ingredients to make literally anything, which seemed in possible. “Hey Karen, remind us to go grocery shopping,” He called out, closing the door to the fridge. “So take out?” Adrik asked, turning to look at MJ and pulling his phone out to pull up some take out menus. Glancing up as the comm system sounded with an unfamiliar voice asking for a portal.
“New recruit?” He asked, slipping the sling ring on his fingers and pocketing his phone again. He quickly drew a circle in the air with his hand, opening a crackling light blue and green portal to the battlefield. A hazy image of Peter and a cluster of people appearing. “Shall we?” He asked MJ as he stepped through, keeping the portal open as he looked over at Peter with a confident smile.
natsukashii
𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯
Erik Thorson
coded by hanthesunbeam
.empathogen.
♡𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎♡
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
CLARISSA MILANI-BARTON
Location: Ruins of the Avengers Facility
Mood: Tired, less cold, kinda impressed
Tags: Peter
fin
MJ
FireMaiden
Cliff knew that Peter would never say she couldn't bring Lucky to the Tower, he loved the dog pretty almost as much as she, Clint and Barney did. Peter had met Cliff and Lucky on the same day (he'd already known Clint beforehand) and it was fair to say that upon seeing the Labrador Peter had turned into a cooing, gushy mess (a sight completely at odds with the haggard, unkempt man currently standing in front of her). "Well that's that sorted then." She grinned puling out her phone from her pocket and began typing a message to her uncle. He knew exactly where she was, and knew what Peter was doing. There were few secrets Cliff could keep from him (or her father). And even if she'd wanted to keep this thing secret, barney had been there when she opened the letter of summons from Peter, going as far as to read to over her shoulder.
Cliff looked up when the portal opened, extremely impressed by it. Logically Cliff knew it was possible to use magic to make such portals, but this was the first time she'd actually seen one in action and she was freaking out ever so slightly in excitement )and may even have gone so far as to let out a 'wooooah, now that's what I'm talking about"). Maybe if Peter had opened the meeting of this merry band of misfits (they weren't Avengers just yet in Cliff's eyes) by arriving through a portal she wouldn't have been so sceptical and blunt about the whole thing, too busy being in awe of the portal. And then two people stepped through it, the male was of little interest to Cliff, all her attention had been taken up by the girl beside him- tall, mixed race, with the hair Cliff was always kind of slightly jealous of (as she knew she could never even attempt to grow so much hair) and despite being faced with a bunch of super powered people, this girl didn't look too phased by the whole thing. In other words pretty much exactly Cliff's type. To prevent herself from saying anything stupid and making an arse of herself in front of Hot Girl (Cliff didn't exactly have a great track record of staying cool around good looking girls), Cliff took a loooong slurp of coffee (coffee, she firmly believed, would solve all problems).
As the others made their way through the portal Cliff trudged across the field back to the car, Lucky at her heels, cursing herself for not having the foresight to bring her backs with her. After popping the trunk with some difficulty (it had never worked the same since the car had been almost completely written off) she reached in and grabbed the two bulky holdalls and smaller backpack (which served as her schoolbag and contained various textbooks, at least six highlighters and a massive jotter). One holdall was filled with archery equipment (arrows, quiver, spare bow strings, bows, gauntlets and her sort of costume), while the other was filled with everyday things including spare clothes, shoes, dog bowls, leash and food (because despite what Lucky liked to think he couldn't survive on just pizza), a selection of biscuits, and, naturally, to the surprise of absolutely nobody who even vaguely knew Cliff, a massive tub of coffee. Now laden down with bags she trudged back to the portal, which, thankfully was still there.
Passing through the portal was a strange experience for Cliff, she gestured for Lucky to stay close as she entered. Cliff had been expecting some kind of nausea, or some sense of moving, or at the very least to pass through some sort of swirling vortex tunnel. But it was as if somebody had just made a direct hole between the two places. This wasn't her first time in Avengers Tower, she'd visited a couple of times before and the familiarity of it was strangely welcoming. Both Clint and Barney had lived there, though everybody had mistaken Barney for Clint after Thanos' Snap. Which would have been highly offensive had the Bartons and Natasha not spent hours laughing about it. Clint was so clearly blond while Barney had reddish-brown hair and far more stubble than his brother. Pulling out her phone she sent another text to Barney asking him to give her both his and Clint's Avenger's Tower swipecards. if they still worked and there were any secret areas to find, she was going to do her damnedest to to get into them.
As Lucky bounded off to re-familiarise himself with the Tower, Cliff turned to Peter who was standing beside Hot Girl, holding her hand. Ah. Well then, looks like she's taken. And very much of out bounds if she's Peter's girl. Even if he had changed, she wasn't going to steal his girlfriend. And besides, it's not like he'd ever know what she was thinking. Peter Parker, was many things, but not a telepath. Or maybe he was now and could see every single thought going through her head. Shit, maybe that's why he was looking at her so strange, maybe he's gained new powers and telepathy is one of them? Trying not to let her internal monologue show on her face she turned to Peter, schooling her face into what she hoped was a normal, if slightly tired expression (now that they were out of the gloom of the snowy field outside, the dark shadows around her eyes would be easily visible).
"Is it okay if I remove some stuff from 'Tasha's room before somebody else moves into it?" She asked. "I think Clint left some books and a old sweatshirt in there." Peter would know as well as she did that when living in the Tower, Clint and Natasha were pretty inseparable. They'd taken the rooms next to each other and spent a good chunk of their spare time just hanging out in each other's rooms, bitching about life, the other Avengers or anything that came to mind. Their stuff had also migrated between the two rooms, Clint had managed to lose a quiver, only for it to be found two weeks later under Nat's bed. At one stage almost everybody in Avengers Tower thought there had been something more than just friendship between them, but they were completely wrong. Clint and Nat had only ever been platonic friends, their time working at SHIELD and the Avengers had brought them extremely close, not quite siblings, but something very close. Clint's chaotic outer nature was balanced out by Nat's calmer, more professional demeanour.
Cliff looked up when the portal opened, extremely impressed by it. Logically Cliff knew it was possible to use magic to make such portals, but this was the first time she'd actually seen one in action and she was freaking out ever so slightly in excitement )and may even have gone so far as to let out a 'wooooah, now that's what I'm talking about"). Maybe if Peter had opened the meeting of this merry band of misfits (they weren't Avengers just yet in Cliff's eyes) by arriving through a portal she wouldn't have been so sceptical and blunt about the whole thing, too busy being in awe of the portal. And then two people stepped through it, the male was of little interest to Cliff, all her attention had been taken up by the girl beside him- tall, mixed race, with the hair Cliff was always kind of slightly jealous of (as she knew she could never even attempt to grow so much hair) and despite being faced with a bunch of super powered people, this girl didn't look too phased by the whole thing. In other words pretty much exactly Cliff's type. To prevent herself from saying anything stupid and making an arse of herself in front of Hot Girl (Cliff didn't exactly have a great track record of staying cool around good looking girls), Cliff took a loooong slurp of coffee (coffee, she firmly believed, would solve all problems).
As the others made their way through the portal Cliff trudged across the field back to the car, Lucky at her heels, cursing herself for not having the foresight to bring her backs with her. After popping the trunk with some difficulty (it had never worked the same since the car had been almost completely written off) she reached in and grabbed the two bulky holdalls and smaller backpack (which served as her schoolbag and contained various textbooks, at least six highlighters and a massive jotter). One holdall was filled with archery equipment (arrows, quiver, spare bow strings, bows, gauntlets and her sort of costume), while the other was filled with everyday things including spare clothes, shoes, dog bowls, leash and food (because despite what Lucky liked to think he couldn't survive on just pizza), a selection of biscuits, and, naturally, to the surprise of absolutely nobody who even vaguely knew Cliff, a massive tub of coffee. Now laden down with bags she trudged back to the portal, which, thankfully was still there.
Passing through the portal was a strange experience for Cliff, she gestured for Lucky to stay close as she entered. Cliff had been expecting some kind of nausea, or some sense of moving, or at the very least to pass through some sort of swirling vortex tunnel. But it was as if somebody had just made a direct hole between the two places. This wasn't her first time in Avengers Tower, she'd visited a couple of times before and the familiarity of it was strangely welcoming. Both Clint and Barney had lived there, though everybody had mistaken Barney for Clint after Thanos' Snap. Which would have been highly offensive had the Bartons and Natasha not spent hours laughing about it. Clint was so clearly blond while Barney had reddish-brown hair and far more stubble than his brother. Pulling out her phone she sent another text to Barney asking him to give her both his and Clint's Avenger's Tower swipecards. if they still worked and there were any secret areas to find, she was going to do her damnedest to to get into them.
As Lucky bounded off to re-familiarise himself with the Tower, Cliff turned to Peter who was standing beside Hot Girl, holding her hand. Ah. Well then, looks like she's taken. And very much of out bounds if she's Peter's girl. Even if he had changed, she wasn't going to steal his girlfriend. And besides, it's not like he'd ever know what she was thinking. Peter Parker, was many things, but not a telepath. Or maybe he was now and could see every single thought going through her head. Shit, maybe that's why he was looking at her so strange, maybe he's gained new powers and telepathy is one of them? Trying not to let her internal monologue show on her face she turned to Peter, schooling her face into what she hoped was a normal, if slightly tired expression (now that they were out of the gloom of the snowy field outside, the dark shadows around her eyes would be easily visible).
"Is it okay if I remove some stuff from 'Tasha's room before somebody else moves into it?" She asked. "I think Clint left some books and a old sweatshirt in there." Peter would know as well as she did that when living in the Tower, Clint and Natasha were pretty inseparable. They'd taken the rooms next to each other and spent a good chunk of their spare time just hanging out in each other's rooms, bitching about life, the other Avengers or anything that came to mind. Their stuff had also migrated between the two rooms, Clint had managed to lose a quiver, only for it to be found two weeks later under Nat's bed. At one stage almost everybody in Avengers Tower thought there had been something more than just friendship between them, but they were completely wrong. Clint and Nat had only ever been platonic friends, their time working at SHIELD and the Avengers had brought them extremely close, not quite siblings, but something very close. Clint's chaotic outer nature was balanced out by Nat's calmer, more professional demeanour.
Mood: Tired, less cold, kinda impressed
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