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_____Protege of Captain America
_____Dialogue: #4d2be2 || Outfit
Ulrich was one of the last she expected to sit with her, but she had been so deep in thought it became particularly startling, making her jolt upright when she heard his voice speak. “You look stressed,” he had said.
Astrid blew out her lips looking dejected. “Thank you for your candor.”
“What about?” he asked next, looking genuinely curious, almost as if he did care or adopt the human emotion exceptionally well. She went to explain the circumstances carefully but was cut off. "Shouldn't you talk to the spy?"
Her eyes widened and she nudged an elbow into him. “Ssh, Ulirch,” she scolded gently, looking around self-consciously. Any U.N official or one of her peers overhearing Wynne referred to as a spy, and things could get quickly political and ugly. Besides, Astrid didn't want that chore or responsibility of investigating the "temporary student". Too many expectations. Too many topics to tread carefully around.
She glanced into his innocent blue eyes and Astrid felt guilty for being so dismissive. She sometimes forgot Earth wasn't even Ulrich's custom. “The U.N aren't the enemy, but they are looking for the weak spots in our armor to take over. Implanting Miss Worthington shows they're searching harder and they don't trust us. To me at least anyway.” She crossed her arms, resting them on her lap. “We don't send temporary officials to check what they do.” Then her mind seemed to light up. Astrid turned her body to Ulrich. “Can you hear them?”Astrid's brows rose expectantly, hinting that it was a request rather than genuinely asking. Of course the man could hear them if he only attuned to them. She watched Ulrich intently, waiting for the report.
Rather than much of Ulrich's words, she was met with a boom and force throwing her off her seat and to the floor, and she instinctively covered her head. Startled screams and panic seemed to surround her, until something worse entered the scene. A chopper was in place of the gaping hole in the wall and the party threw gas bombs into the ballroom. Astrid's eyes lit up with fear and she furiously tore off her heels and ran to meet the men in masks that orchestrated the assault. She charged one man by surprise, but it seemed the rest were alerted to any more surprise attacks.
While she was able to get a few down, noticing their hydra patches on their uniform along the way taking out their legs or ankles or pushing a helmet head aside, one good stun punch had her reeling back then they jabbed her in the ribs feeling like a mini hammer instead of a fist. Astrid fell to a knee and coughed. “Well, well, if it isn't the Captains daughter, I got something special for you.” He showed his knuckle dusters. He pulled back for another punch and Astrid caught his wrist. Her arm trembled trying to keep his force at bay even when she felt weaker by the second, the gas taking effect on her body. He punched her with his free hand making her fall back. He stood over her with a pistol aimed at her head. But his features started to smudge like a fresh painting. Astrid opened her palms in surrender. The blur above her fixed his aim and shot her in the shoulder. Astrid's body jerked and she pressed her hand to cradle her wound and the pain. The same damn shoulder as the simulation. One shadow figure tugged the other away. “Why…?” she muttered, watching others struggle in vain as they were pulled towards the helicopter. They were abducting her peers. Astrid ordered her body to chase after them but it was a dominant haze over her body and mind that won.
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Protege of Poison Ivy || #e116d8 || Outfit
They slow danced, Lilith taking to mind that Bruce Wayne was a millionaire and bachelor and she was probably making women envious. If Bruce wasn't some deranged version of a fairy god-father figure, Lilith might have up-played it, dancing closer, gazing into his eyes and laughing musically. But no. Instead she danced for her own content and allowed Bruce to lead.
“Not to spoil your mood but I think this shows you trust me. Every beat, you're not fighting me, but following my guidance.”
She didn't confirm nor deny it. She only grinned looking elsewhere. Lilith was thankful he was kind enough to give her the whole song rather than abandon her on the dance floor like she had assumed, to which she'd have to do an awkward shuffle past the other couples to the side of the room again. Lilith curtsied and Bruce nodded.
The burst of the explosion sent her flying, although she was cushioned by something - more likely someone's chest, but it still left her feeling disorientated. That's why when she tried to get up she stumbled a few steps and grabbed her head, being courteous enough to mutter an apology and thanks. “Sorry, thank you.”
A helicopter buzzed in placed of the explosion and once some gas bombs were deployed, men from the aircraft swarmed. Whatever the mixture was, it was unique. There was commotion all around Lilith, all too loud and frantic for her to make up, until someone made a beeline for her. She narrowed her eyes and tore off his mask, then threw her knee into his groin. “Have some of mine.” Lilith clamped a hand over his airways, the effects of her toxins taking their toll on his body immediately. Another seized her arm and luckily, between Wren and Astrid, Lilith learned a reversal or two, managing to flip him over and punch him in the windpipe. Lilith spotted a shard of glass. Fancy his bad luck. Lilith grabbed it and shoved it in the side of his neck. Among the chaos, her inner queen saw a chance to make an example of being disrespected. Lilith sought out the U.N man that doubted Gotham, and doubted her, dodging bodies that would either eject from the gas cloud or were already down.
Another firm grip caught her followed by a pinch and sting in her arm. “Ow!” she growled, turning to see a man hold an empty syringe. “Really?”
“That’s Poison's daughter, idiot! You can't sedate her. At least you found her though. Put your hands up, Ivy!”
Lilith kicked the universe's idiot shin and pushed her hands out, shooting a thick vine out that crushed a line of soldiers.
Suddenly she was being slammed to a wall too, the impact making her cry out in pain. A muscular arm was at her neck that she tried to push off in vain. Lilith tried to reach for his mask instead but was slammed against the wall again. She gasped, his arm pressing firmer against her windpipe. “Real tough guy,” she croaked. Why the hell did she get the Ulrich and Nathaniel of their group?
“Shut up! You better be worth the grief you caused for my men. We didn't expect much of a fight from you.”
By that time, she couldn't spare some smart retort, her body focused on breathing.Lilith felt herself getting weaker against the might of such a man as her air supply was getting crushed. She knew she wasn't going to be victorious. She knew her body was going to turn limp any second and they'd carry her off.
And that's what happened. Her body turned limp. The soldier heaved her over his shoulder and carried her to the helicraft. Her last attempt of safety was a hand reaching out for anyone and no one at the same time before there was only darkness.