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| Topic Started: Feb 27 2013, 01:55 AM (858 Views) | |
| Sharon Carter | Feb 27 2013, 01:55 AM Post #1 |
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SHIELD helicarrier 2:30am January 23rd ____________________________________ (JP with Agent 13 and Winter Soldier) "I know, I know." Sharon Carter pulled the straps of her holster over her shoulders and tugged at the fasteners, using her white boot to nudge the door closed behind her as she walked out into the hallway, cell phone pressed to her ear. It was godawful late and there were few people left around except for the basic flight crew. The on call agents were tucked away in bunks and yet here she was, suiting up. Since the Winter Solder incident she'd been searching for a new mission, something to distract her from all of this. Maybe a nice crisis in cuba or someting. She slid her pistol into place and slid the faster strap over with a soft click. "Get some sleep Aunt Peggy. Okay. Bye." Looking up the hallway she saw the door to the morgue slightly ajar. How long? How long? Memories that were not what they were supposed to be taunted him... the serum, his serum, he needed, needed it to heal him. She thought she'd killed him, they all thought she'd killed him. Stupid, stupid Americans, stupid Shield... what was wrong with him... why was he thinking in English... he'd forgotten? Had he forgotten? "Shit, Barnes, I was hoping for something different here." a voice, whose voice? Muffled conversation later, then an angry "That soldier in there lost his arm defending your granddaddy from Hitler..." The stump of his arm ached. Hadn't for years. Why now? Why now when all he knew was darkness and cold...? "I hope, where ever you are now, you can hear me. And I hope you know I hate that it came to this, that this is how we ended up. If I could do anything, James, I'd just go back and do better." A new voice... in the darkness... a new voice that was an old one... him... it was the Captain... The Soldier struggled to shake the paralysis and disconnect of the hibernation, but there was no protocol here. The warmth of the drugs that woke him from the dreamless half aware, the comfort of the conditioning that he went through during each activation... there was only rage and hatred and the distant realization that he didn't know why he wanted to hurt the Captain so much... But it was that hatred that drove him upwards, to attack, to lash out at... Well, no one. He'd been left, and left for dead. The Winter Soldier, half killed by the evil that he had done, half alive by virtue of the purest potential, pushed himself off the slab, one handedly, and his legs crumpled beneath him. Crawling, almost slithering like a snake, he reached the door, and cracked it open. Darkness. Emptiness. He'd been abandoned, and his arm, propped and repaired on the work station was as welcome a sight as he had ever seen. Pulling himself up, he avoided the grunts of agony and exertion that came to his lips, only because he was too stubborn to acknowledge them. He wobbled to the work station, and reached his prosthesis, snapping it on with the bite that had become familiar in all these years. The activation of his tool, his weapon, his body part cleared his head somewhat, and he looked around frantically for something to wear. A jump suit hanging on the wall. It would work. He struggled into it, and the exertion was nearly enough to drive him back down onto his knees. Doubling over, his head fell to the workstation, and he breathed... heavily.. for the first time in days. "Go back and do it better..." he whispered. Sharon took no pleasure in killing. She wasn't a murderer, she was a Soldier in a way. An Agent of SHIELD where more often than not her duties included taking people out. In the case of James Barnes, she didn't have to kill him but her hand had been steadily forced there. It was an option, but she wasn't sure if it was the right one. Despite everything she'd been acting with more cowardice the past week than she had in her lifetime. Knowing that Steve Rogers was the only person alive to ID Bucky's body, she'd avoided the morgue like the plague. But he wasn't here now, not at this hour. By now the people that did know about her and Steve, knew what they were now. Knew that Captain America was no longer around despite what the good Director believed would happen. And Sharon fell back into a pattern of strict professionalism. According to Sebastian she was acting like an ice Queen. Hearing noise inside she pulled the door open with one hand and stepped inside. It was dark but she could see the form of a man inside. He was hunched over, breathing heavilly and in an instant she was at his side, a hand touching his shoulder, the reflective light shining from his.... metal arm. The breath caught in her throat and she honestly couldn't move. Her body felt numb at the site of the dead man in front of her. "B-barnes?" She was on him too quickly, but not to kill him, not this time. His resurrection had startled her too much and despite his weakened condition, reflex took over. As she touched his prosthesis, it shot outward, catching her by the throat, and slamming her backward into the wall. She spoke that accursed name and he spat out at her, almost inarticulate with the numbness and the hibernation sickness. Why hadn't he woken properly? What was he doing here? "Don't... call me... Barnes..." His legs were shaking with the suddenness of his action, and his grip on her was the only thing holding him up. Moving almost as if by accident, he found her gun, and he wrenched it from its holster, his hand dropping momentarily, as if he was too weak to hold the weapon. But his strength was returning, and he pressed the gun barrel to her forehead. "Serum..." he demanded. "Fix me... or die..." The arm clenched around her throat and her lungs worked at catching the air that had been forced out of them when he slammed her against the wall. Her hands wrapped around his in an attempt to pry it off but she didnt have the strength to match his grip. Her pistol, after a questionable pause, pressed against her head as he demanded his serum. For a moment she considered the situation. Considered letting him pull the trigger and letting him flop about without her access codes. For a moment... She looked him in the eyes and nodded slowly. "Need my...access to get it. Voice recognition." "Ok," the Soldier said, "You don't... you don't have to die today..." he dropped the gun from her forehead, but kept a death grip on it. He released her, pressing his mechanical hand to his temple, "How long... what... what year is it? How long?" He shook his head, "I need to go back... I can stop this before he does... before the Captain... before he let me die." Looking at her, she'd see that his piercing blue eyes were threaded through with painful red, "Help me, and this can end... before I forget again... Help me..." He released her and she landed on her feet, rubbing her throat. The gun released and though he denied it, there was no doubt that this man was different than the soldier she had killed. "It's 2013." She answered softly, knowing that it wouldn't be an easy fact to handle. Over 70 years and his experience hadn't been kind to him. He pleaded with her for assistance and she took a slow breath in. There weren't orders on dealing with this because, by all accounts, this shouldn't be happening. The blonde turned away and moved over to a panel in the wall, pulling out her handheld and typing something in. "Voice recognition -- Agent thirteen. Sharon Carter. One three four two nine." Her phone made a sequence of noises, as did a panel on the wall that opened up to an evidence locker of sorts. She pulled out the blue vial inside that remained from testing and the blood covered injector. There were a million things that she should be doing instead of this. But... She wanted this to be real. "Two thou..." The Soldier's voice broke, "I..." His eyes rolled in his head for a moment and then he said, "I need to stop this..." She spoke her name and he frowned, "Carter...? No... you're not her..." Leaning against the wall, to hold himself up, he muttered, "It'll make sense... it'll make sense when I'm whole..." She pulled out the vial, his serum, and almost greedily, he lunged for it. "Protocol initiating..." he murmured, though he didn't seem to know he was saying it. "Winter Soldier... online..." He jammed the injector into his neck, and he slumped back hard against the wall, sliding down to the ground in a heap of trembling limbs. "Not her, no. Her niece --" For a man who'd been leaning against the wall a moment before looking 70 times exhausted, the moment that vial appeared he was there, snatching it up. Words came from his mouth, she guessed from the conditioning as he wasnt paying attention to anything but that vial. She knelt down beside him, hand touching his cheek with a soft pat. Protocol be damned, she didnt want to see him turn again. Maybe if she could keep his thoughts on what he was saying before. Maybe he wouldn't forget. "What did you mean that it would make sense when you're whole? I know it's not simple to adjust. I promise, okay? If you wake up for me Bucky, I promise ill help." She was talking to him, she was patting his face with a tenderness he hadn't known for years... had he ever known it? Conflicting memories in his head. Raised in Soviet poverty, trained as a spy, put into place to befriend the Captain... betrayed and left to die by the American... but another layer beneath, that made even less sense, New York, running with Rogers, who wasn't the Captain yet, protecting him, keeping him safe until the war... then he came and saved him, captured and tortured, and it was Rogers, changed so changed... He flung his arm up, knocking Carter's hand away, "Not Bucky... " he said, "Dmitry... Not James... not..." He crushed the injector in his bionic hand, "Not enough... Not enough to fix me." Looking up at her, the broken man fumbled for the gun and he said, "You... you will help me stop this. Back to where it started... Lukin... he knows you have a gem... time travel... Take me back. Take me to fix it or I kill us both... I can't live broken..." He knocked her hand away and corrected her, giving the name that he was brainwashed into believing was his. She watched him carefully as the crushed injector fell to the ground and seemed to remember that he had her gun. Gem? She pursed her lips and fiddled through a few records, finding a couple with special types of security on them. "Found it." She said after a moment, looking seriously at the man. If she could fix him, she would. If not.... Well She would have to make sure that she didnt fail. Offering her hand to help him up. "Ill stop you if you try to hurt him, Soldier. But let's hope we both live through this." The Soldier looked at the hand, almost flinchingly, like a beaten animal. His eyes, haunted and frightened, sought her face for some sign of treachery. "You love him..." he whispered, "I... think I did too once..." He took her hand, and let her pull him to his feet. "I keep the gun. If this is a trick... How many will die? I will be a hero in the Motherland..." He slipped the gun into the large pocket of his stolen jumpsuit, "I won't hurt him if I can find another way to end this... It is as much of a promise as I can make." He looked at her carefully as if she were waiting to strike him as soon as they touched. Then unexpectedly he spoke about their love for him. Steve Rogers, Captain America. After a short pause she nodded. That had all been ruined by now, but it didnt change her feelings for him. "You did." "I can accept that." She said calmly, though wasnt particularly excited at the broken man having a gun on her. HER gun to be precise. But there weren't a lot of options right now that didnt include both of their deaths. Nick would understand when he looked at the records, saw what happened. She stepped towards the door and peeked out, blonde hair spilling onto her shoulders. She motioned for him to follow and stepped quickly down the hallway. They'd have to pass Furys office to get there. The door looked closed but that didnt mean that the Director wasnt there. Did this count as aiding the enemy? She paused when he spoke of their love for Rogers, and only confirmed that he had once cared for the man. He was unable to understand much beyond that, lost in his own half-existence, but she accepted his condition, and they began their journey through... was this the New York Helicarrier? It had to be. He could feel the hum under his feet. "Tell me..." he said, to keep himself from slipping, "Tell me who you think I am... Tell me which of my memories are real..." "You're asking the right girl. Peggy Carter is my aunt, you see. When I was little she would show me movies of the war. Of Captain America and his men fighting. You were right there beside him. James B. Barnes. A skillful fighter and best friends with Steve. Quite the ladies man too." She paused at the end of the hallway and followed it to the left. There were still no people visible. "Aside from the war, you and Steve grew up together. He was a skinny kid then. But you got along because of his spirit. He doesn't give up and I've never seen him stop caring. Especially about you. You got in the army first try, from your file. 104th, if I recall correctly." She pressed against a doorway and peeked inside. "You fought against HYDRA and the Red Skull. A real American hero." "That's someone else," he muttered, shaking his head, "I remember that like watching a movie... someone else. My name is Dmitry... Dmitry... why can't I remember my last name? What's happening to me? I was born in... I can't remember the name of the town, but it was soviet... I'm Russian... I was sent to befriend him... Rogers... he was bred to be the Captain. I don't remember him skinny... He was always the Captain, the great product of decedant America... You're speaking propaganda... lies to placate the masses." She looked inside a door and he said, "How far must we go?" She couldn't help but feel a surge of,well, victory. Not for her, because she didn't think she had a hand in what was happening. But with the fact that Dmitry was fading away. It might lead to a more broken man, but he wasn't under the control of Lukin. Of the soviets. He was breaking through. "Honey he's the project of german engineering. But Steve Rogers was skinnier than a ten year old boy at the age of nineteen. He joined the army that way. It wasn't until after that Captain America was created." She flipped through her phone, to the file of Steve Rogers that SHIELD had on file. It should have his original picture on there somewhere, she was sure. "It's just in here. But I have to warn you, I don't know how to use it." The door hissed open and she walked inside to what looked like a room out of a sci-fi movie. She moved to the back wall, examining labels on each of the cabinets until she found the right one. Dialing in a code, it slid open, revealing an intricate holder with the gem. This was.... probably a bad idea. She showed him the picture of the man she claimed was Rogers before he was the Captain. The Soldier took the phone and looked at the picture. Spindly limbed, sunken chested, a helmet on his head that looked like a soup bowl placed there by a mother to cut short the blond hair that only served to make him look more like a child. A smile crossed the Soldier's face and he dragged his thumb over the picture. "Steve..." he mumbled... But then the movement of his thumb over the screen shifted the picture, replacing it with the more familiar Captain America, the perfect specimen, an aryan god meant to fight those who would have found him to be everything they could wish for. His lips tightened and his eyes hardened and he thrust the phone back at her, "This proves nothing," he said, angrily, "Trickery. American trickery." And, then, there it was, the Gem. Lukin had spoken to him of it, told him that there was a way to stop this pain and this confusion. If he could not kill Rogers now... maybe in the past... maybe before his own death, maybe there was a way to end this all. She said she didn't know how to use it and that stumped him for a moment. He didn't know how to use it either. Reaching out to touch it, he caught it up in his hand and the power, oh god, the power it held. Alarms burst into life as the power grew within him, but he was past acknowledging them. Turning to Carter, he spoke, and orange light spilled from his eyes and his lips, "We don't need to know how to use it... it knows for us!" His hand clamped around her arm, and the energy wrapped around them in a maelstrom of power. He grabbed it an the alarms sounded immediately. She wasn't sure what sort of knowledge nick would have of any of this, but the moment that the power started to glow in his eyes she regretted this decision. Her fingers glided across her screen, pulling up her contacts and messages. His arm grabbed hers and the glow washed over her from him. As their bodies disappeared in the orange glow, her phone clattered to the ground, message to Nick Fury still unsent on the screen. 'Bucky is' |
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| Nick Fury | Feb 28 2013, 01:04 AM Post #2 |
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The alarms had barely begun when the Director entered. He was a tall man, he was a man of action, and somehow, he had managed to cross the length of the span between his office and the security vault in mere moments, without giving the impression of a panicked rush. His weapon was in his hand though. That enough should have been a major warning sign. The room still crackled with a very telltale orange light. "Shit," Fury said, and that small loss of control spoke volumes. He picked up the cell phone, abandoned on the floor, and as agents appeared, he read the half message on the screen. "Sir?" asked one of the agents. "Secure this room," Fury ordered, "I want a record of what was taken. I already know about the item from vault 1977. I want to know if anything else is missing, and I want to know ten minutes ago." He turned away, and pointed at two of the agents. "You and you, with me. Weapons drawn. Fire only on my command. Lethal force not authorized, not that I think it's going to matter if my suspicions are correct." He moved down the hall, so quickly that the agents had to jog to keep time with him, but there was no sign of rush in the tall straight dark form of the Director, except for the billow of his trenchcoat. He moved into a room that had the agents puzzled. "Sir, that's the morgue," one said. "I am aware, Agent," Fury said, entering into the technician's workstation outside of the freezer room. "His arm," he muttered, "Agent, check the liquid evidence locker." "Empty, sir," came the answer. The agent stooped and picked up a crushed piece of metal and glass, caked with dried blood and slightly glowing blue dregs. "An injector, sir?" "That it is," Fury said, and he lowered his gun, holstering it before he slid open the freezer door. Empty. Fury turned away from the freezer and said, "Get me Coulson on the horn. He has some calls to make." "Sir, where's the Soldier?" asked one of the Agents, "What's happening?" "That's what I'm going to find out," Fury said, heading out for his office. He had his own phone call to make, and time was no longer on their side. |
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| Wanda | Mar 1 2013, 09:36 AM Post #3 |
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* Some time later JP Wanda, Simon, and Fury Simon walked alongside Wanda at a clipped pace. "Coulson's never summoned me to a top secret meeting with the Director before," he said, a bit star struck and overly excited, though Wanda beside him seemed... well, it was sometimes hard to tell what Wanda felt about things. She would get extraordinarily excited about a new flavor of pudding cup, but find Santa Claus riding a unicorn to be the most humdrum of things. It was one of the main reasons he loved her so much. "What do you think's going on?" The whole helicarrier was on high alert, and agents stopped talking when they passed. Wanda somehow kept pace, even though her gait was more languid. Impossible. But Wanda had a knack of making the impossible possible. "Something dire, no doubt," she noted as agents rushed around. She frowned curiously around and at one point paused to let the tips of her fingers glide over a section of wall. She looks off and seemingly through the walls and possibly through time. "Old... old crimes... old neglects. They have returned and threaten to be repaid a thousand-times fold," she said cryptically but said no more as she and Simon walked into the heart of a fractured reality. Simon looked at her sideways, as she spoke, but said nothing more as they entered the secure storage vault where Fury had ordered them to meet him. The Director looked worried and that was enough to make Simon's blood run cold. He was supposed to be nearly invulnerable now... was he about to put that to the test? "Director," Simon said, "Agents Williams and Maximoff reporting as ordered, sir." "I ordered the Scarlet Witch, Agent Williams," Fury said, "Have you decided you're the lady's bodyguard?" "I.. uh..." Williams stammered, "No, sir... Yes... Yes, sir... I... I don't know, sir. Sorry, sir." "You should be glad he did bring me," Wanda interjected sweetly, sidling close to Simon's side. "My ability to follow orders," she waved her hand from side-to-side, "it comes and goes." Not too worried about Fury's reaction to her flighty attitude. Then her gaze left the stern director and looked around the room. In her eyes, cracks hovered in the air like a three dimensional web. She went to the closest one and lifted her hand to it; to those watching, seemingly touching nothing but empty air. "It had great power to do this," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "But the cracks it left are even now fading. It hurt reality to do this." Her fingers trailed along the invisible crack to the source that had blown open a hole in Time. "But it will heal." Fury opened his mouth to express his discontent with what Wanda had just said, but a quick look from Williams made him close it again. Dealing with either of the Maximoff twins was a lesson in patience. Wanda made her cryptisms and the Director said, "Can you tell where the cracks lead? Forwards or backwards? Where did the Winter Soldier go and why?" Wanda reached out her hands and touched the outline of two people, like the shadow images left of people after the Atomic bomb exploded, leaving nothing but the faint impression of where they had been standing. They were black shadows but she could see their faces, desperation on one... determination on the other. "Back... far back," she said as leaned forward and cocked her head to listen at the open air. "He goes to his death, in the frozen water. Back to when life was better. Before the pain and the cold and the long sleeps." She didn't so much detect that but looked into his tortured, confused eyes. "Back... before everything went wrong," she turned and looked back to the Director and Simon, "and Captain Steve Rogers failed him." |
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| Captain America | Mar 5 2013, 03:18 PM Post #4 |
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"Holy shit." "Said he was snapped like a twig." "Well he is Captain America." "Not anymore." A lot of things could motivate a man. None so much as a screw of guilt driven one turn too far. Nowhere on this earth did this hold more true than in the core of the man walking to-quickly for his own good down the halls of the Liberty Helicarrier. Steve Rogers was a living legend for a thousand reasons. Steve Rogers was a man who kept a facade of stern-faced stoicism in the face of danger (myth). He was a man who was fabled to have kept his cool under any circumstance ever put before him (myth). Steve Rogers had never broken the law (myth). Steve Rogers had never wronged anyone who didn't have it coming (myth). Like all legends, Steve Rogers was, in fact, a legend. Or perhaps that had been Captain America. A mantle with which he'd found himself estranged. Broken and drained and fed up with his own insecurities, he'd cast it off, certain of himself that he was no longer worthy or inclined to carry the Shield or wear the cowl. He'd cut himself off from the world. He'd cut himself off from Shield. He'd cut himself off from himself. The only companion he had these days was that nagging screw of guilt, boring deep into the spine that he was sure had once been made of sterner stuff. Two hours prior, he'd received the call. The corpse of Bucky Barnes had gone mobile. Somehow it didn't surprise him, and that had been apparent in his voice over the line. In twenty three days, he'd come back well enough from an injury that would have seen most men chair bound for the rest of their lives. But where Steve Roger's intestinal fortitude might have faltered, the Super Soldier Serum coursing through his veins refused to let his constitution fail. Still, he was force on a cane to help the weight of himself, and he was not comfortable, but self comfort was shoved aside, hung up on that screw of guilt. He should have seen through his own ideals. He should have seen through his own blindness. He should have carried the damn gun. He'd failed the world when he hadn't killed The Winter Soldier. He'd failed his friend when he hadn't killed the Winter Soldier. In refusing to perpetrate that single act of fratricide he'd damned everything but his own useless morals. He should have taken that hit. In saving himself, he'd damned her, as well. He moved in through the door, and in the sterile light of the military vessel it was apparent how unprepared for this he was. It was apparent in the haggar of his face, the apathetic beard, the fatigue in his eyes, the shag of his hair, the downturn of his lip. He looked at Wanda, at Fury, leaning on that stick of wood that seemed to be supporting all the discontent of the world on it's pommel. The end of Wanda's assessment rang heavy like gunfire in his mind. "This stops now." |
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| Nick Fury | Mar 13 2013, 07:26 AM Post #5 |
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"I agree," Fury said, as Rogers entered. Since he had last seen him, only a couple of days ago, there was a marked improvement in his physicality, far more than would be expected of a normal man. His mentality though, his emotionality, well, let's just say that Rogers had seen better days. But probably not in a long long time. "I agree, Rogers, this stops here and now..." Fury looked at Wanda Maximoff, "Or rather, it stops then. The Winter Soldier cannot be allowed to run through history doing as he pleases. He's taken one of our own for whatever purpose, and whatever he has planned, he does not succeed. Scarlet Witch, I need you to keep your focus on where he is, when he is. You have half an hour to make whatever preparations you need to make, and then, once the team has assembled, you will be following him back. Stop him, and make no contact with anyone except the Winter Soldier and Agent Carter. Rogers, walk with me." "Sir," Williams said, "Will it be just us, sir?" "No," Fury said, "I'm putting out the call now. I assume Quicksilver will be here in about two seconds. The rest of your team will be on their way. Get ready. Briefing in half." He looked at Rogers, "Cap?" As he headed to his office, he keyed up Coulson's number. "Activate the Defenders, Version 2A." "War Room, Director?" the agent asked on the other end. "War Room, briefing in half," Fury responded. "On it, sir," Coulson said, and he was gone without the pleasantries of farewells. Fury looked to Rogers, "I'm sending one of our agents with you, and calling in a tech genius named Jeffries, member of one of the X teams. If Miss Maximoff goes off the reservation, I have no doubt that we can trust him to mutant up some way home. Tell me what you think Barnes is up to, Rogers. Tell me he isn't doing what I think he's doing." Wisdom and Box, give a post or two and show up |
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| Spitfire | Mar 14 2013, 01:32 AM Post #6 |
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Superspeed with Pyrotechnic Effects
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Spitfire and Quicksilver Joint Post carrying on from *HERE* Jac ran, not just because it was her powers, but because her life made her do it. Occasionally things would slow, like right now. Hugging Pietro back, she felt that crumpled feeling inside as he made a plea that was not in the least bit unfair, but still tugged her around. Nothing he said trapped her, but all the same, the young blonde felt that somewhere down the line, she was going to do something that would no doubt let yet another person down and Spitfire was scared that it would be him. Over the years he’d been like a brother and she had valued that closeness more than she was able to put into words. “I’ll try,” she gave him a small smile as he pulled back. “But I’m afraid I’m not used to doing things for me, so it’ll be hard…would it be alright to say I’ll try to do it for me, for you? I think I can get my head around that easier, you see.” Standing up on tiptoe, she returned his kiss, hummingbird quick, on his cheek and held his hand. “Look at us getting all soppy, eh? Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul.” "Tell all you like, my dear one," Pietro smiled, "No one will believe you." He smiled and tucked away a lock of her pale hair that had fallen in her face, "It is hard to think of one's self first, I know. I have always placed Wanda before me, but some times it must be..." His communicator suddenly buzzed on his wrist and he looked down at it, impatiently. "I thought I turned you off, you annoyance." "I turned it back on, Quicksilver," Coulson's clipped voice came from the communicator, "We need you to come in." "What?" Pietro said, "I am not on call today." "You're always on call, Defender," Coulson said, "War Room in thirty minutes. Your sister is already waiting." Pietro looked down at the communicator and Coulson's bland face in the viewing screen, "You think to dangle Wanda before me like a carrot on the end of a stick?" "Is it working?" Coulson asked. Pietro sighed, "Yes." "Good. See you in thirty minutes." "Thirty seconds is more likely," Pietro harumphed, and he keyed off the communicator. Coughing a little, Jac had taken a few steps away from her fellow speedster as the call came in. Gesturing over her shoulder in the vague direction of ‘away’, she looked up at him. “So, uh, do you need me to head back to Utopia? I’ll be okay, I know the way to get back safely. You go and do whatever a Defender does and we’ll continue this another time.” Pietro considered it for all of three seconds and then said, "No, I think you should come with me. I think it would be good for you to see what it is that we do, what it is that is asked of us. Come with me, Spitfire, and show yourself that you can be more than my father would ask of you, and if trouble comes of it, I will break every covenant I have sworn to free you from it." He reached out and caught her hand, "Run with me, Jac, and let us save the world together." “Uh,” Jac stared at him, her mouth hanging slack. Deep down, she wasn’t altogether surprised that he had so quickly turned the conversation, given what they had been talking about literally two minutes before. She had a bad feeling about the whole situation, but her life was literally in a hole. What did she have to lose by agreeing to it? Maybe it would be a good thing and maybe a bad thing, but it was something. “Fine. I’ll come,” squeezing hold of his fingers tightly, she gave a shaky breath. “I think I’m a little underdressed, but that’s the least of my worries I guess, huh?” looking down at her faded denim shorts and the too large t-shirt tied at her waist, Jac looked back up at Pietro and grinned weakly. “As long as I get lunch that is.” "Whatever this great emergency is, I am sure they will have a uniform for you. Fury is a great believer in such things... first impressions and whatnot," Pietro said, "As for lunch, the one thing I can say for Shield is that they are willing to cater to the needs of a speedster's appetite. Now, stay next to me. the Helicarrier floats after all. Unless you have ever played at skipping across stones, it will be a tricky path to reach the deck." And then, Pietro burst into a run, glancing back long enough to see that she followed. “Well, I honestly thought I’d never be legally boarding a Helicarrier…” Jac said, mostly to herself as she followed Pietro, watching his feet intently. “Wait, what? If it floats how do we get up there?” zipping after him, flames licked at her heels and she wondered if this wasn’t actually a good idea after all. “Please don’t let me fall on my face.” They were around the world in heartbeats, crossing vast oceans and wide sandy plains, avoiding cities in favor of less direct and less destructive routes. Her fire might not burn much, and his sliding footsteps did not gouge the earth, but there was nothing to be done about the wind of their passing, which could crumble the walls and shatter the windows of any human habitat. Such was the danger of their sort, and so did they learn to run the roads less traveled. Soon they were creasing white wakes on the deep blue green of the New York Harbor, Lady Liberty to one side, Ellis island to the other, and between them, tethered by invisible anchors. "Now," Pietro shouted, at his young friend, "Follow me!" He ran, straight at one of the ferries in the harbor and at the last moment leaped upon the deck, streaking in a spiral up to the top most level, before leaping again, onto the roof of a rising quin jet. Standing atop the vehicle for a split second, he saw his opportunity, and he jumped again, onto a higher shield vehicle, then onto another, and then another, until at last, the helicarrier itself was just a jump's distance away. "Spitfire," he called, "Now is the time to make this final leap!" “Oh, God,” Spitfire gasped to herself as she traced his steps into the harbour. Her whole body tensed up and holding her arms out at her sides as if it would help her, the girl followed her mentor, jumping half a beat behind him. Jumping, they landed on a quinjet and she visibly grimaced, squeaking in shock as she landed. This was easily the weirdest thing she had done since, well, since a long time. “I suppose you get used to doing this?” she yelled to him, then jumped and squeaked again and again, until they were one more jump away. Steeling herself, Jac jumped and landed on legs like jelly. It wasn’t the jumping that had scared her, so much as the destination. Shivering, the Acolyte stood with her shoulders hitched up almost to her ears. “Right then. So, do we ring the doorbell?” her famous humour was spoken through chattering teeth as she scuttled to his side and stayed there, watching the action around them with wide blue eyes. Quicksilver snapped out his hand to catch her, and steady her. Around them several shield agents working on the deck stopped to look at them, but seeing Quicksilver, they went back to whatever it was they were doing. "One gets used to many things, Girl," he said, looking to where Coulson was hurrying towards him in that non-hurrying way of his. "You aren't authorized to bring a guest, Quicksilver," Coulson said. "And, yet I have," Pietro said, flippantly, "War Room, is it?" Coulson looked at Jac, his eyes hidden behind his dark glasses, "Welcome to the Helicarrier, Spitfire. Stay beside Quicksilver or we'll be forced to shoot you. Have a pleasant visit." And, then he was gone. Pietro rolled his eyes, "I do not like that man." The agent approaching them clearly meant business and his words backed him up, although she couldn’t help herself but give a dry laugh at his words. “If I had a pound for every shot taken at me, I’d be rich mate. I’m not here to break the rules, seriously, but I’m not going to be scared either.” Shaking her head, Jac glanced up at Quicksilver. “Really? But he’s so charming. So where are we going? I guess you have to chaperone me if I need the bathroom too, right?” she carried on sarcastically. "You are a wanted criminal," Pietro said, "And I am the barely redeemed son of the monster beneath the beds of all humankind, really, I am surprised they do not fire warning shots every time I come up here." He reached out and took her hand again, "Come, the War Room is this way," he said, and they crossed the deck at a speed that was just fast enough to show what they were capable of while remaining at an acceptable pace for the humans that ran the helicarrier, "Fury will question you, and you will likely have to speak with the man. He is a troublesome sort, but he is a man of honor and intrigity... as much as a man who has built his career on lies can be. You can trust him to a point, but listen closely to his words. Always there is a double meaning." “Oh I know, I’m hardly expecting red carpet treatment. I just think it’s funny that after everything, I get that,” despite her words, she still held tight to the proffered hand as they sped across the deck in a show of force. “Alright, I’ll talk to him. I’m here now, aren’t I?” she smiled, but seriously to show that she understood at least some of the gravity of the situation. “It isn’t the same thing, but I didn’t become an Acolyte to your father before the age of twenty based on how fast I could chug a pack of Skittles. I think I can at least give handling Fury a good shot. Thank you, friend. It means a lot that you’re here with me.” Pietro smiled down at the girl, and said, "It means a lot that you trust me enough to come with me." Then they entered the War Room, where Wanda and her human awaited. "Dear Sister, Williams, we were on a run. Tell me, is this truly of such great importance that I must be summoned like a dog answering to its master's whistle?" |
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| Wanda | Mar 14 2013, 06:06 AM Post #7 |
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Reality Warping
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JP Wanda, Pietro, and Simon As Fury and Cap went their way, Wanda held out her hands feeling the ripples in Space and Time. "Simon, my love, what is it that they fear this dead man will do?" she asked. Simon frowned as Cap and Fury headed out, Wanda watched the ripples in time and asked her question. How did he explain this? She wouldn't understand their concerns. Changing the world for good or bad wantonly? Wanda called that an average Tuesday. "Well, honey, the Director is worried that the Soldier will go back in time and alter history. I don't know exactly what's going on between him and the Captain, but I think it's not a good thing. I think they're afraid he's going to go back and kill him." "Oh?" Simon was right, she didn't understand, well, not the way they understood what was going on; she operated on a different playing field, with more concerns and less concerns but most importantly, different concerns. Did Fury concern himself with the question that these cracks and ripples in reality were like flies shaking the strands of a spider's web and that too much moving might attract the attention of something? No, he probably didn't. But Wanda looked past the boundary of their reality and out into the void that would drive a sane mind mad with the impossibilities within it. In comparison, the feverish plans of a deluded and broken man were as dust. "I suppose we should do something about that, yes," she continued distractedly. "And there is the woman he stole." Wanda's ruby lips curved into a smile. "And oh what exciting fun we will have." "You have the most interesting way of looking at the world, Wanda," Simon shook his head. He leaned forward and kissed her, gently. And, of course, that was when her brother walked in. "Dear Sister, Williams, we were on a run. Tell me, is this truly of such great importance that I must be summoned like a dog answering to its master's whistle?" She blinked at the kiss; Simon Williams was truly a man who could make reality shake, with just his lips... and a smile that melted Wanda and brought her back from beyond the void. Then blinked again as the room filled with a sudden restless energy that always accompanied Pietro. "The world is always as a top, spinning round and round, forever on the knife edge of disaster," she told her brother as he zoomed in with a rush of wind and an outrider at his heels. "A dead man returned to life and fell through time. Oh, and he stole a woman." Pietro frowned to see Williams and his sister together, but he said nothing about it. His sister's answers meant very little to him though, and that deepened his frowned. "A dead man stole a woman? What are you saying?" Simon opened his mouth to speak and then his glowing red eyes landed on the girl Pietro had brought with him, "Who is she? The Director said this is security level 10." "And I say she is to be trusted," Pietro snapped, "Do you question my judgment?' Looking between the girl and Pietro, Simon finally spoke again. "The Winter Soldier, Pietro," Williams answered, "He apparently wasn't dead...or maybe he was dead but death can't hold him, I don't know. But whatever it was, he woke up in the morgue and forced Agent Carter to take him to the secure vault and use the Time Gem. Your sister's tracked him to the end of World War II, where he and the Captain were lost. Fury's afraid he's gone back to kill the Captain." "That would change a great deal," Pietro frowned, "That could change history in disastrous ways. Has the man no understanding of the danger?" "Piet," Simon said, "I don't think he gives a damn." "He does not," Wanda told them blithely, "he is a man who has lost everything - his life, his soul, even himself. What does anyone fear when all is gone and there is nothing left to cling too? Such a man could change the world. But we should stop him, he does not know the forces he is tampering with his selfish desires." Her dark eyes moved from her brother to Simon, "He changed too. Was changed too," she corrected herself. "With all that he was torn away, leaving nothing but the ripped and bloody pieces of a soul in agony." It struck her how similar but opposite her Simon was to this misshapen man. "He hurt us in that cold waste but even now, I can not hate him, just pity the poor wretch." She looked sorrowful for a long moment. "But whatever we do, it may be too late, he may have already doomed the world." |
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| Peter Wisdom | Mar 15 2013, 12:24 AM Post #8 |
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The incessant sound of an alarm going off pulled Pete out of the depths of sleep and back to the land of the (semi) living. Flailing an arm out in the direction of his bedside cabinet he tried to find whatever it was that was making such a racket. His hand closed around his phone, vibrations against the wooden surface making the whole situation far louder and more painful than it needed to be. Cracking open stinging eyes Pete peered at the glaringly bright display of his mobile and realised that it wasn’t his alarm that was going off, but it was in fact a phone call coming through. Groaning softly he messily hit the button to answer the call before the phone fumbled out of his hand and was monetarily lost in his bed sheets. A few choice curse words later and he held the phone to his ear. “....yeah?” He croaked out, lifting his other hand to rub at his eyes as the voice of none other than Phil Coulson reached him. Well, so much for sleeping. “We need you to come in.” He was to the point at least, Pete could respect that in a man. Years of irregular sleep patterns were working their magic on Wisdom’s mind and body as he became more alert, shuffling out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn’t bother to argue. If they were calling him at this time of the night - or was it morning now? - then it was unlikely that they were going to simply back down and let him go back to sleep however much he protested. Besides, he actually welcomed the idea of something to do. He had been feeling a little like he was sitting around twiddling his thumbs in recent days. “Figured as much. How long?” Pete questioned, getting to his feet and feeling for the light switch, rapidly blinking tired eyes when he found it and illuminated the room. “Briefing is in thirty minutes, a car will be with you in five.” “I can bloody drive myself, actually.” He returned, clamping the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he found and tugged on a clean pair of boxers. “The car will be quicker. And it’s already on it’s way. Don’t keep us waiting, Agent.” Wisdom opened his mouth to protest but the line had already gone dead. “Good fucking morning to you too, mate.” He muttered, tossing the phone onto the bed before crossing to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and the back of his neck, before giving his teeth a quick brush. It was the quickest way to make himself feel alert, he found, when he didn’t have time for coffee and a smoke. He could still murder a smoke, though. Tugging out the various components of his suit from his wardrobe, Wisdom donned the clothing quickly, multi-tasking so that as he was shoving his feet into his boots, he was placing a cigarette between his lips. Lighting up, he pulled on his coat, and looped his tie around his neck, to do up later; he’d rather spend the time smoking while he could. Leaving his apartment behind, he stepped out onto the pavement, pulling a face as he saw the headlights of a car coming down the road towards him. He should have known the five minutes was not really five minutes. As the car pulled up, he crossed to the passenger side and got in, slamming the door behind him. “Don’t mind if I smoke, do you, mate?” Wisdom mumbled around the lit cigarette in his mouth. “At least put the window down. This is a new car, you know.” The other agent replied as they pulled away from the road and headed towards the harbour. “You’re a saint.” Wisdom replied with a grin, lowering the window and proceeding to smoke out of it as they went along. True to Coulson’s word the trip to the harbour didn’t take long, and Wisdom was soon making his way towards a waiting Quinjet to take him up to the Helicarrier. It would all be a lot simpler if he lived up there like some of the other agents but fuck if he was going to do that. He’d take the complications of being called in at 4am over living up there, no doubt being monitored every second of every day. Seemed unlikely they’d let him smoke on board as well, and he wasn’t having that. As a cool wind off the water ruffled his clothing, he recalled that his tie was still just hanging around his neck, and set about correcting that as he boarded the jet. A short time later and Wisdom was alighting on the Helicarrier and making his way to the briefing room. He had no idea what this was all about, and knowing Fury, he probably still wouldn’t be completely sure by the time the whole mission was done, let alone the briefing. Within SHIELD he was a small cog in a big machine, as much as he hated to admit it, and so he wasn’t always privy to all the information; a situation which he disliked immensely. As he entered the War Room, the small group of people within gave him no further clue as to what was going on. “Morning all. Lovely time for a briefing, isn’t it?” His greeting had a thin layer of sarcasm and mock joviality, while his dark eyes flicked quickly over each other them, noting the Maximoff twins, another SHIELD agent and a young blonde woman, whom it took him a second or two to place. As he made the connection his eyebrows rose incredulously. “Well, fuck me...” Wisdom began, with a slow, lazy smirk. “...it’s Britain’s most wanted.” He commented, dropping into the nearest chair as he spoke, turning it to face the four occupants of the room. It was playful exaggeration. Mostly. She was more like top five, top ten at a push. “Can’t say I expected to walk in here and find Jacqueline Falsworth, bold as brass. I hope you’re not the reason they woke me up at bloody 3 am. I’m sure you could have waited until after my morning smoke at least.” Wisdom added, though he was fairly certain that whatever was going on here was not to do with taking her into custody. No null cuffs for a start, and no indication she was a prisoner. Besides, he very much doubted that SHIELD would hand her over to STRIKE if they did manage to take her in. They would want all the glory with a high profile Brotherhood member like her. |
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| Box | Mar 16 2013, 02:32 AM Post #9 |
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Mechanical Interaction/Merge
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A flying... aircraft carrier... fortress. It defied conventional logic, it seemed excessive and wasteful. It surely cost the American taxpayers billions of dollars. And Madison Jeffries, as he finally made it aboard, was certain that he had died and gone to heaven. He was practically dying here, as he was not in the engine room. He was not marveling at the technological genius it surely must have required to imagine this post-modern wonder of impossible technology. He was not dissecting with his mutant perception just how it worked, how it operated, how to make it better. And God almighty, did that eat at him. But still, he was asked to come here for a very specific reason, and as much as he would have loved to be playing and tinkering with the inner workings of the Helicarrier, he had a job to do. And honestly, the job was just as amazing. He admitted to having a difficult time believing it. But Nick Fury was not a man prone to pulling your leg. He was not the joking type. If he told you he needed you to travel through time itself, he damn well meant it. When he made his way into the briefing room, slightly distracted, as there was just so much incredible, state of the art tech drawing his attention away, he couldn't help but smile a bit. "Wanda. Mister Maximoff," he greeted the twins in turn with sharp nods of his head. "Been a while." Wisdom he didn't recognize. Captain America, well, everyone recognized him. What Madison wouldn't give for some time with that shield... the blonde he only knew through the wanted lists, and from brief glimpses during the Mutant Town evacuation. He vaguely recalled something about her defecting, but well... he'd trust her when she proved it to him, as far as he was concerned. "So... wow. Time travel. That's actually a thing? I mean... you have the tech? I've tried for years to crack the algorithm and it's never worked out. Not once." |
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| Nick Fury | Mar 16 2013, 07:16 AM Post #10 |
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The Spy
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[Fury and Cap JP with a Quicksilver cameo at the end] Fury walked with the Captain, long steps that made his trench coat billow behind him, "You understand the gravity of this, don't you, Rogers? This problem is not of your making, but it is yours nonetheless. This team I've assembled, they are going to look to you for guidance, and I don't know that you're capable of distancing yourself far enough from this to get the job done. Am I wrong? Or would it be better if I grounded you from this mission? You tell me, Cap, because I'm sure as hell not going to presume to order you like I do my agents." He'd grown quite accustomed to that walking stick. It'd given him something to lean on where he had nothing else. Even now that was gone, taken, thrown away. The brace on his back was something new, something special, and though things were still tight, though every step reminded him of just how little ready he was for all this, it would be adequate. The uniform fit snug as ever; his body wouldn't allow him to become out of shape even if he wanted to. He'd seen fit to abandon it though, and so much as he'd like to have stuck to that, he had his messes to clean and his promises to keep, both to the deadn and the living. "If you're fishing for me to ask you to tell me to go home, Fury, don't bother." The extra weight on his hip felt distinctly out of place in relation to the hang of his shield at his back. The pistol was there more for show than anything. But should he have needed to use it, he would. There would be no repeats of South America. He stopped to look at him. "Ready or not, this problem can not and will not wait. Plus, there are other problems. Lukin didn't dig this dinosaur up for no reason, and I doubt he's very happy his top-shelf victory prize has gone running through history on his time." "I imagine he's not," Fury said, and he spread his hands, "We know where Barnes has gone, but we don't know why. Is he going to kill you before you can fail him, as he sees it? Or is it just a completion of his mission? That man is broken, and it's not in my capabilities to put him back together. So the question remains, are you willing to go after him? Are you leading that team through time to stop the man who shattered your spine and your spirit, or is there another way to save your best friend where you couldn't before?" He stopped outside the lift that brought them down to the level upon which rested the War Room and he looked Fury in his eye and cocked his head to the side. "No." He said, and continued on his way. "No, I can't." "Which is why I'm not going after him. This team you have together, they're going to have to pull this through without me. The Winter Soldier is my nemesis in every sense of the word, and somewhere underneath that nemesis is my oldest friend, and if it comes down to the wire, I don't think I could. I'd hesitate, or at worst flatout refuse. That nearly got Petrovna killed last time. I'm not going to have it put that many more lives in danger." He stopped again, this time outside of the War Room itself. "I'm going after Lukin. There's a contingency for the Winter Soldier, I know there is. He was aiming to change the world and do something big and if he's gone back in time on some revenge quest then the man pulling his strings isn't going to sit on his hands long." He looked to the door, to the SHIELD emblem emblazoned on it. "They don't need me back then, Fury. They're getting me at my best already. They'll just need to find him." Fury nodded, "Understood. Know this though, Rogers, if Barnes must be sacrificed to save history as we know it, if he has to die in order to prevent him from causing cataclysmic destruction, he will be. Are you prepared to have Wisdom make that decision? Williams? The Maximoffs? Do you trust them to decide if Barnes lives or dies? We were caught unawares by his manipulated nature before. If he comes back on this deck seemingly dead, I will put a bullet in his brainpan myself before I allow a snafu of this level to occur again. That said, you name what you need, and you bring that Soviet Son of a Bitch down for Bucky's sake. You root him out like a rat run to ground, and you avenge, because I can guarantee you, there is no justice Shield can bring him to. I'm telling you this off the record, not as the director of shield, but as that young starstruck airman that you and he showed a progressively unbiased eye to. Feel me, Captain?" "I know how this is going to end, Fury. It's going to end how it has to end. If I didn't trust the people in that room then I'd be going along with them." Fury then made clear that anything he needed to bring Lukin down would be on the table. Equipment, personnell, materials, intel. SHIELD was a world powerhouse with reason and despite the amount of pride-swallowing involved in opting out of this trip back to where this all began, a smirking grin crept across his face. Even when Fury told him that in the end, even he wouldn't hesitate to plant a bullet in the problem if need be, Captain America simply nodded before keying in an access code on the door to the war room. "What is it they say these days? Hoo-ah." The door slid open to the War Room and he nodded to those inside, face once more grim as he moved by them all. Nodding to Simon and Pietro, he then hazarded a brief, careful hug to the speedster's sister. Moving on then to Jeffries and Wisdom he offered a handshake, finally coming to the last of the new additions, looking her up and down. "Miss Falsworth. I served with your grandfather across Europe. Good man." he turned away and moved to the end of the central table. "You'll need to emulate that." Following the Captain, Fury took his place at the table and frowned around at the compliment of heroes and... "Spitfire? Here?" He narrowed his good eye at Quicksilver and said, "Maximoff, I assume this is your doing." "Spitfire volunteers her assistance, Director," Quicksilver said, not entirely truthfully, but close enough. He placed his hand on the girl's back and nudged her forward. "Tell him." Fury folded his arms over his chest. "We don't have time for this. Make this quick, Spitfire. I have enough on my plate without worrying about chasing an angsty little whirlwind through my already compromised helicarrier." |
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| Spitfire | Mar 17 2013, 08:52 PM Post #11 |
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Hovering nervously by the doors, Jac scanned the room and nervously lifted a hand to Wanda and gave the dark haired woman a small smile. The man she was with, Jac didn’t recognise. Of course, the fact she didn’t know him was about the least pressing matter at hand. Why did she always end up pulled along into some kind of madcap situation? Whatever was going on, the speedster wasn’t getting nice and happy vibes. Something was going on, but then again something was always going on which was pretty much the problem. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she played with a scrap of lint, rolling it between her fingers and listening as the others talked about the Winter Solider, whoever that was. The talk was turning her stomach into knots as things were spoken of that didn’t make any real sense. Time travel? Even though it was pretty much a fictional concept to her, she still understood the fundamental basics of what going back in time to kill Captain America would do to the world. Not knowing what to add, or even what exactly Pietro was expecting her to do, she kept hovering until the door came open and another man came in. “Wait…What?” her blue eyes popped. “I’m really Britain’s most wanted? Wait, so can’t I have breakfast before you lob that sort of thing at me?” for some reason the accusation hurt after so long of her having been away from the Brotherhood and her voice came out confused; she thought that they’d have better things to do than chase her down. “Smoking is bad for you anyway,” Jac tacked on, a little offended by the Londoner’s tone. The next man to come in didn’t say anything to her thankfully, but he seemed as confused as she was by the talk of time travel, which was oddly reassuring. Spitfire’s foot started to twitch and soon it was tapping away incessantly and her hands were out of her pockets as her nerves became increasingly frayed. Nervously, she put a hand up to touch Pietro on the arm. “So, why am I here?” she asked stupidly, as Pietro hadn’t a plan of action to tell her other than ‘help’. “Seriously, I’m a little at a loss right now. Tea might help. You have tea on this thing, right?” giving a nervous little hop, Jac wondered if she really was thirsty or just wanted something to drink for the sake of drinking. Food might be good too, but they probably didn’t have proper fish and chips on hand. Goldfish crackers maybe. So wrapped up in twitching and thinking about food was she, that she didn’t even notice the newcomers to the room. Then Captain America was stood in front of her and the girl yelped, stumbling backwards and toppling into a chair. Springing up at once, she stared at him, her mouth hanging open. “I um…Yeah. I know. He gave me one of your posters for myeighthbirthdaythewarbondthingandtoldmeallthestor – ohwait,” cutting off in the midst of her stream of babble to look at Quicksilver as he defended her to THE Nick Fury. Well, defended so much as told a white lie and then nudged her forwards. Running a hand through her salt tousled long hair, Spitfire shrugged. “Well, I don’t have a blood clue what I’m volunteering for, but y’know, if I wanted to be doing the whole angry little whirlwind thing, I’d be doing it already. I can do a lot of shit in five minutes and instead of breaking into your classified rooms and stealing your secrets, I’m stood here, feeling underdressed and wondering where the bathroom is. I assume you have bathrooms, proper ones and not those things like on planes right?” Exhaling, her nervy hands once more found her pockets and the speedster rocked on the balls of her feet. “And that was about the worst ‘you can depend on me’ speech ever, but I’m no Henry V I’m afraid. I’m more likely to yell something involving biscuits or lovely golden chips. But I’ll always do whatever it takes for the cause, no matter what the cause, because ultimately, we’re all on the same side and we shouldn’t forget that, no matter how many times we blow each other up. Which…Yeah. I’m a bad person. Sometimes. But see? I’m right here…not moving…not killing anyone,” pointing at the ground, she gave him a nervous grin that spread across her pale cheeks. “Not moving much I mean. I’m going to shut up now. Sorry.” |
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| Wonderman | Mar 20 2013, 01:19 AM Post #12 |
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Invulnerability, Flight, Ionic Powers, Loving Every Minute of it
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[Simon and Fury] Simon knew that Spitfire was a wanted criminal, but he also knew that she'd been holed up in the care of the X-Men at Utopia. His relationship with Wanda had afforded him many unique opportunities and had opened his eyes about a lot of stuff. He'd seen things that had never occurred to him when he was just a human, found heroism in what had seemed sinister when he was just an agent, and though he was a mutate and not a mutant, his position on so much had evolved. Wanda had shown him all realms of possibility and he'd found that the one she wanted, that was the one that he wanted too. That meant that sometimes the choices that seemed most obvious to him, like arresting the Brotherhood Acolyte who was not only wanted in several countries but who had the location to Sanctuary locked up in her head, were not the right ones. Now, Pietro was asking them to accept her on a mission of literally historic proportion? Looking over at Wanda, who seemed to be placidly awaiting her moment to do what was necessary, Simon said, "I'm good with her coming, Director," he said, "Seems to me that we might need everyone we can get." He glanced at Wisdom and Box, "This is a pretty well rounded team here." Fury looked at Agent Williams and then at Wanda. There was no mistaking that Williams was different since his relationship with the Scarlet Witch and not just because he had joined the ranks of the superhumans. Saying nothing, the Director looked at Spitfire and said, "I'm going to ignore most of what you said, because it's nonsensical babble and just remember that like the Captain, I served with your grandfather. He was a hell of a soldier, and I think he might have different opinion of what you do for your people than I do, but I am willing to look past your previous associations, for expediency's sake. Make me regret it and there will be nothing that the memory of your grandpa will do to keep me from locking you in the deepest darkest cell and forgetting you're there." Turning his attention back to the assembled Defenders he said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the situation. The Winter Soldier, aka James Barnes, aka Bucky, has escaped backwards into time. I don't have to give you dossiers on the Soldier, or on Bucky. You don't know who he is by now, you've clearly not paid attention to what's been going on in the world, and you don't need to be here. This mission is going to require you to go back after him, to find him without interrupting the flow of what happened before." He looked at the Captain and said, "That means you do not tell the Rogers of that time his fate, you don't tell Barnes. You get in, get the Soldier and get out. The Scarlet Witch will be handling time travel duties. Miss Maximoff, I'll need you to provide proper attire if you can do that, weaponry if necessary. You are jumping into a war zone. Germany, 1945. The war was nearly over and as the Nazi began to realize that their defeat was at hand, they got more desperate and more dangerous. The Red Skull, Baron Zemo, Armin Zola, they are more than pictures in a history book. They were all very active as were their people. This was hell, people, and if you don't do this with precision, it's going to look like a cakewalk in comparison. Williams, Wisdom, I need you to take lead on this." "Me sir?" Simon shook his head, "What about the Cap? This is..." "Captain Rogers is not going with," Fury said, "in order to avoid possible temporal paradoxes, but also because there are threads here to tie up before this is all over. Standard field procedure, Agents, by the book. You got that? By the book. 100% by the book." Nodding to Wanda, he gave her the go-ahead. This needed to be done five minutes ago... well, sixty-eight years to be more accurate. |
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| Peter Wisdom | Mar 21 2013, 12:41 AM Post #13 |
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The young speedster reacted with surprise to his proclamation, as though she was unaware that being a prominent member of a well known terrorist organisation wouldn’t lead to her being on a fair few wanted lists. “Nah, I’m just messing with you, love.” Wisdom pointed out to Jac, winking at her. “You’re up there, but you’re definitely not the most wanted.” He studied her for a moment, and smiled slightly. “Having said that, you and me might need a chat when all this is over.” Wisdom added, a little more seriously, keeping eye contact with her for a moment or two before the arrival of Madison Jefferies caught his attention. That was an interesting addition, for sure. His talk of time travel clicked a few pieces into place for Wisdom, and he gave a rueful shake of his head. So much for the possibility of a simple mission. The arrival of Fury and Captain America indicated that answers would soon be forthcoming; some answers, at least. Whatever it was deemed they needed to know for this mission. Wisdom stood briefly as the Captain held out a hand to shake, an wry, amused smile on his lips as the symbol of the American spirit went out of his way to be courteous. It made him miss Brain, oddly. Maybe it was just the name, but it reminded him of all the times they had gone into the unknown together. He had always felt a little more comfortable with Braddock by his side. Unsurprisingly, Fury was quick to address the presence of Spitfie, and Wisdom listened thoughtfully as she stumbled awkwardly to defend herself. He gave a soft snort of laughter as she mentioned biscuits and chips. Well, he had to agree with her there. Still, she hadn’t really addressed her motives for being on the Helicarrier. Was it a short at redemption or something else? Either way he would be keeping a close eye on her during the mission. William’s spoke up for her, then, and Fury seemed to agree, which he found a little surprising. If it was up to him, he would have kept the girl back, but he supposed Fury had some kind of plan up his sleeve. Perhaps he thought giving the girl a purpose would sway her away from the Brotherhood. Pete was not so easily convinced. The briefing began in earnest then, and luckily it was to the point. Wisdom wasn’t entirely sure what he had been expecting, but chasing through time looking for the Winter Soldier was not exactly what he had in mind. Time travel made him feel a little unsettled. It was usually about messing with things that shouldn’t be messed with. However, it was highly likely that Barnes hadn’t gone back in time for no reason, and would be planning something which in itself could disrupt the way the world currently was. So with any luck they would be preventing rather than causing change. Hopefully. Pete was a little surprised when leadership was deferred to him and Williams, without the presence of Rogers, but considering those assembled, two SHIELD agents were the logical choice. A slight smile formed at Fury’s insistence that they do things by the book. How many times had he heard that one.... “Aye, Aye, Captain.” Wisdom affirmed, lifting a hand to give a deliberately laconic salute, with only the slightest hint of playful sarcasm about his tone. Pushing himself to his feet, he absently clapped his hands together once and looked around at the assembled team. “Shall we then, ladies and gents? Time and Russian super soldiers wait for no man, after all.” His dark eyes landed on the young woman who was going to be their transport for the day. “Scarlet Witch, can you work your weird and wonderful magic here or do we need to go somewhere specific?” Pete was certain she could do whatever the hell she liked wherever the hell she liked, but it was only fair to check. From what he heard about the reality warper, she was a couple of sandwiches short of a picnic and had some odd little whims about her. As he spoke, he moved towards Wanda and Williams, giving the latter a friendly clap on the upper arm. “Don’t worry, mate, taking the lead is not that scary. Baptism of fire and World War Two gunfire is the best way to learn, or so I hear.” |
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| Box | Mar 21 2013, 03:05 AM Post #14 |
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Madison's head nodded slowly, frowning slightly. Yeah, he definitely wasn't in with like-minded individuals here. Well, if Madison knew one thing (and he knew a good many things, more than he'd ever admit), it was that most people weren't like-minded individuals. That didn't matter. They were here to do a job, not be all nice and cordial with each other. He could easily manage not getting the warmest of receptions. Madison nodded his head sharply, meeting the Captain's handshake with a firm grip of his own. Of course, he wasn't capable of nearly the level of physical strength that Captain America was, but he did his best to not be a wilting flower in the man's grip. "Captain," he answered the greeting, clipped and short and military. That's what this was, after all. A military briefing. It may have been about twenty years since Madison served in the Canadian armed forces, but he knew protocol well enough. He blinked his eyes rapidly, and frowned as Fury gave out the information. Wanda was the time traveler? It wasn't a machine, it wasn't something precise and designed and... it was Wanda? Then how did...? "Are we assuming that the Winter Soldier stole whatever time travel tech you had in order to accomplish this feat? And is recovering that tech a priority as well, or are we assuming it to be compromised?" |
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| Wanda | Mar 21 2013, 07:17 AM Post #15 |
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JP with Wanda, Simon, Pietro Wanda was drawn back to the breach. Her gaze followed invisible cracks run through reality and back through Time. She didn't notice the newcomers. She wouldn't have noticed them if they'd done cartwheels and back-flips in front of her. Pleasantries and chatter, and sizing each other up, it was her when she wanted it be, not that wasn't now. Fury wanted the impossible; but the impossible didn't come cheap. "Hurry hurry hurry... is not important," she said distractedly, like someone listening to several conversations at once. "Time does not work that way." Then she gave a noncommittal shrug. "But there no reason to wait much -" Her eyes fluttered into focus. "Oh, Madison is here," she said, looking to her friend for days gone by. "Dear Madison. Pietro, did you see Madison is here?" "I see, my love," Pietro said, "He has come to help us to save the world, as we so often seem to have to do. You will help us, too, yes? You will do as the Director says, and we will do everything he says, and what great heroes they will call us." He realized that as they were drawing closer to the bending of reality, that she was slipping farther from it. "Your human is here too. He is to lead us." "Good," she nodded, "as he should. He is very clever." Her gaze went from person to person, lingering a bit longer on the unfamiliar ones. "Oh. yes. What did the Director say, clothes. Clothes of the past," she said thoughtfully. "To fit in and go unnoticed. I do not know what they looked like," she began then turned to their Captain, their poor, beaten down Captain. "But you do," she moved nearer to him, a crimson glow enveloping her hands as she reached up and touched either side of his temples. "You were happy then. Young and filled with life. Remember Steve. Young Steve. Look around this room. You know them. Remember them with your young eyes." As Steve Rogers' gaze fell on one person and then the next, they changed, their clothes and appearance shifting as Rogers memories came to life. Pietro called Wanda to focus, and Simon watched intently as she did her work. "How do you get her to listen to you like that?" he asked her brother. Pietro harumphed and said, "You do not order my sister. You let her know that this is something that only she can do. If you are to be her intended, you should know such things." Wanda did her trick and they were suddenly in new and yet old clothes. "You see? So clever." "The Soldier stole a gem," Fury said, in answer to Box's question, as Wanda did what she was so very good at. "You will retrieve that and bring it back here. It's powerful, it's dangerous, and it corrupts. You'll bring it back to where we can keep it under control." As the others came to grip with the changes, Wanda went to a cleared area. Raising her hand as though in greeting, she touched the air, which rippled like the surface of a pool then rolled back revealing a gray mist-filled tunnel stretching off to infinity. Her face took on a keen, child-like excitement and anticipation of the wonders to come. "You only need to walk through," she said, not turning around, feeling less like a person and a being of this world than ever before. |
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