"Walkin' it is then," Lark said, mimicking his fake southern accent.

Zach gave a small chuckle as she copied his accent. "Alright, the away we go." he said, following her as she walked without placing too much pressure on her injured leg.

As they were walking, he noticed that everyone was staring at him while they made their way to the shop. EVERYONE was. This slightly annerved Zach, as he couldn't place why, that is until a minute later. Upon realizing this, he started breaking out into a laugh.

((OOC: Sorry guys, I have absolutely no clue how to continue this... Any ideas are completely welcome :) ))

Lark smiled up at Zach as they began to walk down the street. She knew many of the people on the street, having been on the streets so much since she had been a kid. She waved at many of the shopkeepers and looked up almost nervously at Zach as the people on streets stared at him.

Zach began to laugh and Lark raised an eyebrow at him curiously, completely clueless as to what was going on. "Enlighten me," she said sarcastically with a snort, continuing to walk alongside him.

"Enlighten me," she said sarcastically with a snort, continuing to walk alongside him.

"I just realized why they are staring at me." he continued chuckling before looking down at himself. "They probably aren't used to seeing a man with no shirt on with bullet holes in his chest." he revealed. "Let alone the fact that it's still bloodied." he added in, stretching his arms. "Oh well, unless there's a sign that says 'No shirts, no service' then I think we'll be good."

((OOC: 1.WELCOME BACK, RIOT! :D:D:D:D:D FINALLY! 2. IDK, Let's put that problem on Kenzi and see how it turns out. XD))

[[OOC: sorry for being MIA guys but Kenzi called me back into active duty ;] ]]

Braego stepped off the helicopter and followed close behind Valentina without a word. His mind deep in thought. He considered everything Stark had told him and what his own mind had figured out. Braego was not and never considered himself a great thinker but he was in no way unintelligent. He was often times taken for a dumb brute but to do so was a grave misunderstanding of the young Asgardians intellect. Braego's mind was slower to come to conclusions that much was true and often he acted out of emotion and instinct rather than thought. This however worked in Braego's favor for when he thought over an issue he looked at every aspect, every angle, he wanted to be certain of a course of action before taking a step he was unsure of. His father was never truly a great fan of S.H.I.E.L.D or Fury but if they were now openly betraying the Avengers and the people they were supposed to protect how could Braego fight for them? How was he to protect Midgard if not in the way his father does? It was then that his eyes flicked up and locked onto Valentina walking ahead of him. Since meeting her when Braego had looked at her walking in front of him his gaze had a been intended for her more well defined qualities yet now he looked on her as a woman, as a hero. He could still fight to protect Midgard yet now he would swear himself to this team. To Valentina and Zach, to his sister, to Skylark and even the Son of The Hulk. Together they could save this realm with or without the help of S.H.I.E.L.D

The sun hung in the horizon, a blinding golden globe giving life to the morning as Valentina strode across the tarmac towards her private jet. She paused on the steps and looked back to Braego, who stood a little way behind watching her, "What's it going to be, Braego? Coming or staying?" She asked, her way of asking if he was coming to back to Stark Industries with her. She wanted to get home, shower and change, and get working on the information she had taken from HYDRA.

((OOC: I'M ACTUALLY BACK NOW. Haha the new hard drive they gave me for my computer went out in like ten seconds and then i had to go back and weight for like 4 days to FINALLY get my new hard drive. Don't ya just hate computers? P.S. Read the OOC!))

Lark just laughed at Zach and shrugged as she continued to walk. "I'd offer you my shirt but I think that'd be a bit less accepted than a man without a shirt." Lark chuckled and glanced at the shops, cafes, and restaurants they passed. They came up on her old gymnastics spot and Lark smiled to herself as they continued passed it.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind them. "Not even so much as a hello. Typical Sky." Lark stopped and grinned to herself. She recognized that voice, and only one person in her life had ever called her Sky. Lark turned to see her old gymnastics coach leaning against the large building, smoking a cigarette.

"Still smokin' eh, Laney?" Lark questioned teasingly.

Laney shoved herself off the building, her long, dyed blonde hair flowing behind her. As she approached, Lark could see that Laney now had crow's feet dotting the edge of her eyes. Laney stopped and looked down at Lark, only about two or three inches higher than her. She pulled Lark into a hug and then held her back at arm's length. "You're still a little munchkin." Lark teasingly glared at her, but Laney continued anyway, "But beautiful as ever."

Lark smiled and pulled back as well. "You're lookin' pretty good yourself for an old woman." Laney smacked her playfully in the back of the head like she always used to when Lark said something stupid.

Laney smiled for a moment and then her expression changed to a sort of confused look. "It's odd that I saw you actually. Some man came by about an hour ago asking if I knew who you were."

Lark's brow furrowed and she looked back at Zach for a moment in confusion before looking back at Laney. "Did you tell him you knew me?"

Laney shook her head and then smiled mischieviously. "'Course I didn't. I haven't forgotten the all different sort of trouble you got yourself into when I was coaching you."

Lark's brow unfurrowed and she grinned widely at Laney. "Those were the days." They shared a laugh and then Lark sighed. "Well, I should be goin', but I'll see ya 'round. Maybe we can go out for coffee or somethin' or ya could help me practice sometime." Laney nodded, gave Lark another quick hug, and headed back inside the gymnastics building. Lark turned back to Zach with a smile on her face. "Old gymnastics coach," she said, pointing over her shoulder at the retreating for of the blonde woman. Lark's brow furrowed once again as she remembered what Laney had said. "I wonder who was out lookin' for me though."

((OOC: Took you long enough.... We'll need defibs, stat. We're reviving this thread!))

Zach stood there wordless as Lark and her old gymnastic teacher conversated. "Laney" as she was called appeared to be an older, blonde woman who smoked, and was apprently a good friend as well due to her prior relationship with Skylarke.

Zach's raised his eyebrow as she mentioned someone looking for Lark. Who'd be looking for the mini Hawkeye? From the conversation, it appeared as Lark wasn't a goody-two-shoes, which Zach never really thought was her anyways. Quite frankly, he didn't expect the ragtag group of super children to be so.... naughty? He could tell right away that Stark wasn't the nicest kid growing up, and he could tell that Braego wasn't either, along with his sister maybe. Banner? Well, obviously he couldn't say for sure, seeing as he didn't ever see how the kid was.

Zach found himself thinking about his own childhood. Probably the most boring out of them. Homeschooled.... learned multiple martial arts from his father as well as other masters of different styles.... his swordsmanship came from none other than "The Swordsman" as he was called. Zach didn't necessarily like his time with the man, probably due to a conflict of personality, but he didn't leave untrained.

He looked up a Lark who had just finished a conversation with her friend.

"Old gymnastics coach.

"I heard... So without further ado, lets get some coffee. I'm not sure why, but I feel like its been forever...." he mumbled the last part as he headed towards the door of the coffee shop. He opened the door, and promptly bowed politely and pointed into the shop. "After you, ma'am."

((I would post but Jordan has no one 2 interact with))

A bold grin dawned on Braego face before he took a step forward.

"I am with you. Let us find the secrets S.H.I.E.L.D would have remain hidden."

The Asgardian said as he made his way to her side and gave her a quick nod telling her he was ready to move forward. He was committed to helping her, committed to this course. Whatever may come of it he would accept it and let the Gods sort out the rest.

"I heard... So without further ado, lets get some coffee. I'm not sure why, but I feel like its been forever.... After you, ma'am."

Lark chuckled, did a small, joking curtsy, and stepped into the cafe. She had taken only a few steps into the cafe when she was greeted by a large, Hawaiian man standing in front of her, glowering at Zach. Lark stopped short, stumbling back a bit as the man squinted at Zach, not noticing her. Lark recognized him as the man who had worked there as a waiter while she was a waitress. Lark thought it ironic that she had bumped into Laney and now literally bumped into the teddy bear of a man, Chris, or as she referred to him, "Kiku".

Chris continued to glare at Zach as he spoke."Hey bud, I don't know what your problem is, but ya gotta get outa here," he stated angrily.

Lark only smiled a bit at him. "Eh, Kiku!"

The man finally looked down at her with confusion, before a smile spread across his tanned face. "Dat ain't my Kika, is it?" Chris asked in his heavily accented voice. Lark smiled, but didn't get to answer as Chris leaned down and grabbed hold of her shoulders, shaking her slightly. "It is Kika! Ya grown since I saw ya."

Lark chuckled. "You've grown too." Lark laughed a little bit and then pointed over her shoulder at Zach. "That one's with me."

Chris nodded with a booming laughed and looked up at Zach. "Sorry, 'bout dat, bra. If you're with Kika, ya can stay." Chris proceeded to show them to a booth near the back of the cafe. He nodded at looked over at Lark. "Coffee. Cream, two sugars." Lark nodded with a small smile back at him as he looked over at Zach. "Anything for ya?"

"Hey bud, I don't know what your problem is, but ya gotta get outa here," he stated angrily.

Zach looked at the man, an offput look across his face. "Geez, you save the world and this is the thanks you get..." he mumbled. He would've spoke up and said something, but Lark seemed to know this man too. Zachary was beginning to think he should've gone out more often. "Kiku" was this man's name, or at least that's what Skylark called him.

A big grin came across Rogers' face for just a second as he heard Kiku call Lark "Kika". This was to be used as ammunition had he the need. But, for now, he wasn't in the need for anything like that, no, he was in need for some coffee before he passed out, and he would love some.

"Sorry, 'bout dat, bra. If you're with Kika, ya can stay."

The man led them to the back of the cafe, where he showed them a booth that they were to sit at. Zach took his seat as Barton ordered her coffe. She turned to him when she was done.

"Anything for ya?"

"I'm not too picky... I'll have what she's having." he ordered. He didn't really drink coffee, as he wasn't known to get a 'buzz' from it. One of the things he hated about being super, but he'd have to deal with it.

((OOC: Sorry, I got nothing. Any of you can keep up the plot while I'm gone though. Sorry again ): ))

Lark nodded at Kiku with a smile as Zach ordered and he began to walk away. Once he was out of earshot, Lark looked back over the table at Zach. "Wonder who was looking for me," Lark said conversationally. She paused for a moment before shrugging. "It was probably my parents or something." Though Lark knew that Laney would have recognized her parents.

Lark brushed it off and placed her elbows on the table with a sigh. "So, what do ya do when you're not busy annoyin' people?" Lark questioned half sarcastically. She was actually sort of wondering what this arrogant asshole did in his freetime. "I mean I know ya simply love shootin' things, but ya can't be doin' that all the time, right?" Lark gave him a small smile and then leaned back in her seat. "Wait, let me guess. You-" She paused for a moment, thinking and then said, "You secretly love cooking." She gave him a quirked smile. "In all the movies the arrogant, tough-guy always loves to cook."

"In all the movies the arrogant, tough-guy always loves to cook."

"I can cook ramen." he laughed. "But that's about it. I either entertain myself by sparring with whoever wants to or I play video games. Great stress reliever, mind you." he looked over her for a minute, taking a second to scan her face. "So what do you do for entertainment? Shoot bows and seduce men, or is that just when you're on a mission?" he returned the question with the same smug look on his own face. "In the games, women in the good guy's team know how to seduce men AND kick ass." he then added as another retalitory strike against her.

((OOC: Arrogant asshole? What did he do to be so hated?))

A bold grin dawned on Braego face before he took a step forward.

"I am with you. Let us find the secrets S.H.I.E.L.D would have remain hidden."

Valentina nodded, "Alright, let's go then." She said and turned, making her way onto the plane. Normally she would have had something far more interesting to say but the sight of the massacred scientists still burned in her eyes and had damped her spirit.

Once the pair were on the plan and seated the pilot ran the checks and they took off for the fairly short flight back to Seattle. During the flight Valentina said little, eyes focused on a high tech laptop that she had on the plane. She sat in silence, researching as they flew, and only stopped occasionally to have a bite to eat and sip on the green tea that had been made for her upon request. Her energy was failing and her body needed sleep but she refused to give in until she figured out what was going on with HYDRA.

Some time later the expensive jet landed and, after the proper precautions, the doors were opened and Valentina and Braego were allowed to exit. A black unmarked town car with bullet proof glass and tinted windows rolled up, sparkling in the afternoon sun. Her driver, an extremely handsome man named Marcus, exited the car and opened the door for the pair of them, "Welcome back, Miss Stark."

"Thanks Marcus." Valentina replied, giving him a brilliant smile despite how she truly felt (a trick she had learned from her father), and entered the car with her case and Braego right behind her. Again, she barely spoke and only did so if Marcus asked her a direct question. Half an hour later after driving through heavy lunch hour traffic they reached Stark Industries, the tour gleaming at the center of the city; a pillar of glass.

"Follow me." She said to Braego as Marcus opened the door for them. The man gave Marcus an odd look, taking in his interesting attire, but had worked for the Starks for long enough to know not to ask.

Valentina lead them to the elevator which, after a short time, took them to one of the top floors that belonged entirely to her. She punched in a code in the elevator, a complicated combination of 15 numbers, and then the doors slid open to reveal her extravagant home.

"Welcome home, Miss." EVE said through the floors build it speakers, "You have thirty six messages, five of them listed as urgent. Would you like me to play them for you now?"

Valentina walked into the lobby, the shining hardwood floors catching the light from the wall of windows, and shook her head, "Absolutely not. Besides, I have a feeling those urgent messages are not urgent at all. It's likely just Chace."

"It's Chad, miss."

"Whatever." Valentina said with a wave of her hand and strolled towards the kitchen, grabbing an apple from the basket of fruit before turning to Braego, "Make yourself at home."