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Descendant Academy

Descendant Academy

An elite academy for the proteges of the universe's most powerful heroes... And villains. PM if interested - Always open to adding awesome characters :D

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Introduction

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C R E A T I O N . . .

It’s been many years since superheroes rose up to protect the Earth and its inhabitants. It all began with the creation of Captain America during WWII, and since then more heroes, and subsequently, villains, have made themselves known. Some heroes such as the Avengers and Justice League have made themselves known to society, whether that was desired or not. While others, like the X-men, have remained in hiding. Either way, the world is no longer in the dark about the existence of heroes or villains.

For decades, these heroes have courageously defended and protected the citizens of Earth, along with many other planets in the universe. Our reach in the galaxy has shortened due to the knowledge from some intergalactic heroes like Thor, Superman and the Guardians of the Galaxy. But the current reign of heroes have reached their end. Some have died in service, while others desire to hang up their cape and retire. Many of these heroes could not leave innocent people defenseless and in return decided to pass on their legacy to their children. These proteges have inherited their parents skills, abilities and powers, while also growing up watching and being trained by their parents.

Many of these children attended Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters during their younger years, up through High School. A good starting ground that helped these students learn how to hone their abilities, while also getting a proper education. Professor X always desires the best for his students, wanting them to have bright futures to pursue whatever they wish… Be that a hero or a lawyer.

Although Prof. X’s school was marvelous in many ways, some heroes still didn’t think it was enough for when another attack presents itself. So before throwing in the towel, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark came together and funded the Descendant Academy. An elite, highly secretive facility that focused on the intense and vigorous training of the worlds finest heroes. Recruits were pulled from the most powerful and prestigious of proteges, only gaining entrance into the Academy if chosen. Bruce and Tony are highly selective about who joins the academy wanting uniquely useful and talented heroes to take up the reigns.

These Descendants come from all walks of life. Some are children of the most infamous and powerful heroes in the universe, some of simple human vigilantes and some… are even children of villains trying to get a clean slate for their family name. They all have been chosen to study, train and learn so that they can become the new saviors of the world.


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xxxxT H R E A T S . . .

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h y d r a x // x world-wide subversive organization

Hydra has been around as a looming threat since WWII when it was founded by a former Nazi commander. In short, their goal is global domination which is now expanding to most of the galaxy. Hydra has taken interest in current advances in intergalactic travel and their desire has expanded along with it. Their imminent threat involves the kidnapping and experimentation of enhanced individuals, brainwashing them to use them as weapons. But in their wake, they anhililate opposing forces, human and mutant, to achieve their goal. Eventually as part of their overarching domination, they intend to rid the galaxy of all enhanced.

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b r o t h e r h o o d x o f x m u t a n t s x // x mutant group

The Brotherhood of Mutants is a group dedicated to the cause of mutant superiority over humans. They embrace that their mutations or evolutionary, and that they deserve to rise about homo sapiens. Their goal is to either eradicating humanity, or subjugating it. This group was founded, and still ran, by Magneto. Unlike Hydra, they do not attempt to take any enhanced against their will, but recruit them for ’the greater good.’ They don’t target other mutants, but if they get in the way, the Brotherhood has no qualms with taking them out.


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xxxxD E S C E N D A N T S . . .

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xxxW R E N x W I L S O Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x d e a d p o o l x

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xemma stone
t a k e nx // xScar.-
h e xx // x#BB141E
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xwade & wanda wilson
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 9 — physical




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xxxT O B I A S x L E H N S H E R Rxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x m a g n e t ox

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xstephen james
t a k e nx // xScar.-
h e xx // x#57428c
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xerik lehnsherr
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 9 — mental




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xxxF R A N C I S x P A R K E Rxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x s p i d e r m a nx

xxxxxxxf cx // xcandice accola
t a k e nx // xScar.-
h e xx // x#FF0057
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xpeter parker & gwen stacy
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 8 — physical




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xxxR O S S x M c C U L L O C Hxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x m i r r o r x m a s t e r x

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xsebastian stan
t a k e nx // xScar.-
h e xx // x#ff8d34
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xevan mcculloch
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 5 — artificial




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xxxL I L I T H x I S L E Yxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x p o i s o n x i v y x

xxxxxxxf cx // xmargot robbie
t a k e nx // xxNocturnax
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
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xxxA S T R I D x R O G E R Sxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x c a p t a i n x a m e r i c a x

xxxxxxxf cx // xemilia clarke
t a k e nx // xxNocturnax
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xsteve rogers
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
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xxxC A I T R I A x A L L E Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x f l a s h x

xxxxxxxf cx // xginny gardner
t a k e nx // xKorruption
h e xx // x#7B7383
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xbarry allen
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
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xxxA N D R E W x M U L L I G A Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x t o x i n x

xxxxxxxf cx // xdiego barrueco
t a k e nx // xKorruption
h e xx // x#ceaa16
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xpatrick mulligan
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
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xxxT H A L E I A x C A S T L Exxxx p r o t e g e x o f x p u n i s h e r x

xxxxxxxf cx // xfreya tingley
t a k e nx // xKorruption
h e xx // x#49a98a
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xfrancis castle
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
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xxxR I L E Y x B A R T O Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x h a w k e y ex

xxxxxxxf cx // xmatthew daddario
t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
h e xx // x#7A378B
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xclint barton
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 4 — artificial




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xxxP E T R A x M A X I M O F Fxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x s c a r l e t x w i t c h x

xxxxxxxf cx // xholland roden
t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xwanda maximoff
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 8 — mystical





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xxxJ E N S E N x J O N E Sxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x j e s s i c a x j o n e s x

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xjessica de gouw
t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
h e xx // x#2B4F81
xxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xjessica jones
xxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
xxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 7 — physical





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xxxW Y N N E x W O R T H I N G T O Nxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x a n g e lx

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xgaia weiss
t a k e nx // xjuliebarnes
h e xx // x#6E6E6E
xxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xwaren kenneth worthington III
xxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
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xxxU L R I C H x Z O Dxxxx p r o t e g e x o f x g e n e r a l x z o dx

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xtom welling
t a k e nx // xSparxALot
h e xx // x#4c0000
xxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xdru-zod
xxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xother worldly
xxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 9 — physical





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xxxZ A C H A R Y x D R A K Exxxx p r o t e g e x o f x i c e m a nx

xxxxxxxxxf cx // xaarif rahman
t a k e nx // xChrian Blaire
h e xx // x#16ACC7
xxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xbobby drake
xxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmutant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 8 — physical





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xxxG W E N x Q U E E N - L A N C Exxxx p r o t e g e x o f x b l a c k x c a n a r y x

xxxxxf cx // xlili reinhart
t a k e nx // xMoonlightWraith
h e xx // x#FCD116
xxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xDinah Lance & Oliver Queen
xxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xmetahuman
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xxxA N A S T A S I A x P E T R O V N Axxxx p r o t e g e x o f x b l a c k w i d o wx

xxxxxxf cx // xjennifer lawrence
t a k e nx // xgalatea
h e xx // x#F4A460
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxp a r e n t a g ex // xnatasha romanoff
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxs p e c i e sx // xhuman
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxc l a s s i f i c a t i o nx // xlevel 5 — physical




Rules



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R U L E S

I apologize in advance for the weird and somewhat excessive rules I have. This is my second attempt at this RP. The first lasted a fairly long while, but I let wayyyy too many people in and it subsequently hurt the RP’s duration. I really want this to last awhile. So, this is my way of trying to weed out the flakey and non-loyal people to get something truly awesome. If you have question, concerns, complaints or think I’m horrible because of this, feel free to PM me lol. Also passwords will be sprinkled throughout the rules.

Returning RPers & friends x // x Just because you were in the original does not guarantee you a spot in the reboot. Same goes for people I know on here. This is nothing personal, I still think you all are awesome and don’t want to offend or hurt anyone’s feelings. I’m just being highly selective about who I let in. i.e. people who can post once a week, 500+ words, etc.

I will not accept any WIPs x // x In the past, once I accept a CS even if it is a WIP, people tend to not finish the CS then. So, I will wait until it is completely finished to accept it. Also, for those of us who have multiple characters, you can ONLY post for completed characters, WIPs cannot be in a post. Password 1: Who founded the Descendants Academy?

Reservations x // x Not on a first come, first serve basis. I reserve the right to decline characters and all roles are competitive. If you’re wanting to request a reservation, it will be a slightly different process compared to most RPs. I will not be acknowledging OOC reservations. They all should be submitted by PM, but that doesn’t mean we can’t chat and goof off in the general OOC :p Reservations should include : passwords, real FC & parentage.

Writers x // x My goal is no more than 10 writers. This has a potential to fluctuate, but I’m holding pretty firm to 10. I don’t want to let in too many people to the point where this gets bogged down. The more writer’s usually the quicker an RP dies. Also, no matter how far into this RP we are, if you’re interested in joining, contact me. There’s a possibility someone dipped, or we’re looking for more characters. Password 2 : Which superhero or villain would you want to go on a date with?

You have 3 days to get a WIP submitted x // x Once I’ve given you the green light for a character, you need to have a WIP submitted within 3 days. This could literally have nothing on the CS, and I won't accept it but I don't want to keep a reservation forever and then the CS is never made. Also, you have a week to finish the CS, unless you speak with me and we discuss an extension.

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• Ages from 21-35. I want to avoid the stereotypical bunch of teenagers. These descendants are at their peak physicality and age. I want them mature (relatively speaking) adults, like past superheroes when they were in their prime. I’m willing to allow for characters older than this range, but if you want to go younger the chances I will say no, but you can try to run it past me and we can talk about it.

• One superhero/villain per descendant. I don’t want people mixing the pot to get hybrid children and a mix of powers. There are some exceptions, but those can be discussed via PM. I know I allowed it last time, but not this time. So, keep it to one “special” parent and the other is an average Joe. They can be a comic book character but not a hero or villain (i.e. Pepper Pots or Jane Foster) Password 3 : How frequently are you online and post?

• One Descendant per hero/villain. I “might” be willing to allow exceptions but since this academy seeks out unique and powerful proteges it wouldn’t make sense for there to be two superman descendants. Again, everything is negotiable in PMs.

• All powers and abilities are inherited from the dominant parent. Descendants cannot develop new abilities that the parent did not already possess.

You CAN however have as many characters as you can handle x // x Alternate genders to keep everything fairly balance. Also do not monopolize all the super powerful or super popular heroes or villains. Keep this diverse. The best ones are the characters that are underrated, or overlooked. Password 4 : On average, what's your post word count? Current, not necessarily what the site says.

Gettin’ the boot x // x If you’re MIA from OOC or posting for over a week, I will send you a warning PM about needing to post. But, if you’re stalling the RP for too long, I will talk with the other writers and we’ll either : write out, kill or move past your character. I don’t like kicking people, but if you disappear or whatever it will happen. If you’re going to be gone or going through something just let me know. Life happens and we can talk about it.

OOCs x // x I will have a decent amount of OOC boards for penthouses, NPCs, relations, etc. I’d appreciate leaving the conversations for the main OOC so we don’t clutter the other boards with stuff that isn’t relevant to it.

General Rules x // x Violence, adult language and adult situations will happen so if you cannot handle that you may not want to join. I encourage romance, it’s fun and we all enjoy complicated romance stories. Kissing and what not is fine, but when this get handsy... or naked. Just fade to black, and have your characters imply it later or whatever. We have imaginations, plus site rules and stuff :p Don’t control someone else’s character without their ok, this includes their NPCs. Also this meant to be fun so please no OOC fighting. Any issues can be directed through me and I'll handle it :)


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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson
Wren Wilson played by Scar.-
"I wouldn't say I'm really a super hero... more like a super dick."
Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr "Du siehst den Wald vor lauter Baumen nicht."
Character Portrait: Frankie Parker "Have no fear... Franken-Spider is here!"
Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch "I bet yeh will ner touch meh."
Character Portrait: Caitria Allen you cannot limit speed.
Character Portrait: Andrew Mulligan "One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood."
Character Portrait: Thaleia Castle "The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal."
Character Portrait: Lilith Isley "Hope this is what you desire."
Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff "One look, and I can tell you of at least three mistakes you're making."
Character Portrait: Riley Barton "I might be less capable than everyone else here, but I can smile better than most of them. Can some of these guys even smile?"
Character Portrait: Astrid Rogers "Strive to better yourself."
Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
Ulrich Zod played by SparxALot
"Kneel...I'm kidding."
Character Portrait: Zachary Drake "After all, why else would we be living if it wasn't to try our best?"
Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance "You heard mum's Canary Call, wanna hear my Siren Scream?"
Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna "Every human being is a puzzle of need. You must become the missing piece, and they will tell you anything."
Character Portrait: Harley Williams "I'm the 'Got Ions?' guy you've been hearing so much about."

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod
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Energy was being drained from his body while his blood was set on fire. It was a wonder he was still able to witness Wren cause another scene. His brows furrowed and much like his cellmates, wish she'd shut up, but didn't want to waste his energy hissing the words. It felt as if he couldn't afford to, his eyes could barely stay open. Wren got the guard by surprise and finished the job causing Ulrich to sigh out in relief. Mostly because there was peace at last.

Suddenly it seemed a figure appeared over him - he dozed off for a split second and Ulrich met Lilith's eyes, though admittedly with some effort. “Hey, listen, if anyone passes out or isn’t holding up well, get them out okay?” He nodded to show her understood and was rewarded with his restraints being thrown away. “Or take a bullet for them. Whatever gets us out in one piece. From here onwards,” she added consciously.

His darkened veins slowly faded from his neck, face, around his collar and chest, and wrists - though those were just the visible parts of his skin his somewhat dishevelled suit showed. But it looked like a good night in comparison to the fate of Wren's dress. Hell, suffering some kryptonite cuffs compared to the fate of Wren was better. Lilith used Ulrich as a brace while he was caught up studying the red-head, making him scoff halfheartedly then climb to his own feet.

“Let's go.”

He took off his jacket and held it out to Wren. If there was anybody to snarl and sneer at an offering of a jacket, it'd be her and her ego, but he still offered. And his arm was hers to take if she wanted a hand up as well. Meanwhile two of the blondes crept towards the cell door. Ulrich paid them a glance then switched his gaze to Frankie then back on Wren. He couldn't promise to get them out in time without a graze if trouble occurred nor take a bullet for them, but he'd try, so he wanted to keep them in vision.

"So, what's our plan? If we even have one right now . . . " Caitra asked quietly.

"You go scout the building, tell us the best escape route, how much fire power we should expect, and we skip into the sunset,"
Ulrich answered easily and headed towards the speedster. "At least that'd be a decent plan if anybody were expendable. But we probably shouldn't risk splitting up,"
he answered more sensibly and bumped her with his arm gently, even offering a small smile. An indication of a joke, or so he believed.

"My plan honestly is to avoid getting caught and killed." He crossed his arms and shrugged.

Ulrich pursed his lips glancing at the floor then down the hall. In truth, he couldn't help but feel disadvantaged by being unprepared. He didn't know what laid in wait around the corner and generally there was this looming sense of unreadiness. He rolled over an important question in his mind and eventually, chose to ask it. "Are you ready?" The question was directed to all of them but his eyes found Frankie, the most honest and kind-spirited one. The one with the most to lose if things got messy.

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Character Portrait: Tobias Lehnsherr Character Portrait: Ross McCulloch Character Portrait: Petra Maximoff Character Portrait: Riley Barton Character Portrait: Wynne Worthington Character Portrait: Jensen Jones Character Portrait: Gwen Queen-Lance
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ImagePetra felt like calling after Riley's retreating back. Not really, he's your friend. Get back here and help me. At the very least, What am I supposed to do with a drunk person? But she kept her mouth shut, watched the lift doors slide closed.

"Yer so beautiful... Even when yer angry... Soooo angry."

There it was. The lack of inhibition she hated so much. Petra closed her eyes, exhaling a slow breath through her nose. "...Thanks. I think." But he wasn't done - a moment passed, then he started tugging at her hair. Frowning, she let him, then patted his fingers, trying to quiet him. "Alright, that's -" "Shite." "Hey. Don't do that. Come on." She turned to see him reaching for his face, and, reacting on instinct, she grabbed his hand to stop him from touching his face again, her hold lingering for a moment.

"Why are you always hurting yourself? First getting your face beat in, then drinking yourself stupid when you're in this state? Do you not think before you act? What did you say - even if it meant your life for mine? Do you really think you're worth that little?" She couldn't help the frustration colouring her tone, and as she spoke she shook his hand a little, still grasped firmly in hers. Her grip grew warm, magic rising to bubble beneath her skin with this display of emotion.

She paused, rethinking what she'd just said, and dropped his hand. "I'm not angry. At you." Her voice was lower, tired, the accent she'd picked up from her mother stronger when she wasn't suppressing it. "I just don't agree with what you think, about either of us." The lift doors slid open at Ross's floor, and she helped him out without another word.

Once Petra managed to wrangle Ross inside and - after taking a moment to goggle at the interior and mumble "why don't you have a proper couch like normal people" - find an empty seat to deposit him in, she went hunting for a kitchen. It was a fairly small room, almost hidden from sight, and it didn't take long digging before she found a mug, some hot chocolate, and a small carton of milk in the fridge.

No hot water kettle though. Unwilling to leave Ross unattended for much longer (worried as she was about spending too much time around him with no filter), she filled the mug and rolled it between her palms, channelling heat energy through her hands until the mug's contents were steaming, then went back out to Ross. "Take this. It's hot," she warned, bending down beside him. She guided his hands around the mug, her hands pressed over his to ensure he wouldn't drop it. Once she was satisfied, she let go and stood up, leaning against whatever game machine he was sitting at. "Are you going to throw up, should I get a bucket?"


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Image"Aye luv ya mate... Don' ferget it!" Riley saluted Ross's passing shout over his shoulder. "Love you too, you mess of a human being."

He pushed open the door to his penthouse. "Hello, J.A.R.V.I.S.," he said automatically, without really thinking. The moment the words left his lips, he stopped dead, one foot in the threshold. Would he get a response? It seemed silly to get attached to the an AI, but if J.A.R.V.I.S. wasn't functional because of the attack... well, everything would be different.

"Hello, Mr. Barton." Riley sighed, relieved. Was it his imagination, or did the response sound tired? Low and drawn out - Riley felt like he was stepping into someone else's room. Stupid, since it was the room he'd spent so many of his nights arranging and rearranging, cleaning, trying to make his own. But it didn't seem the same anymore.

Stopping only to kick his shoes off, he collapsed onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. He didn't feel like sleeping, not when he felt this unsafe, but he was too exhausted to do anything else. Maybe he could spend the rest of the day like this, just thinking about nothing.


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Image"...I can leave. Didn't mean to interrupt." Was it her imagination, or did he seem amused? Wynne, silent, remained where she stood, the concrete roof burning the soft soles of her feet. "You should get that cleaned up before you're infected. I can do it if you don't want to go back to the hovering nurses."

He turned to leave, and she found her tongue. "Stay," she blurted. When he turned back she cleared her throat, trying to look warm instead of coldly neutral. "Please, don't go on my account. There's enough space for both of us. And I... might need an extra pair of eyes." Tilting her head towards her wings to illustrate her point. "I mean - if you want to go, you know... I just meant you don't have to mind my presence..." She turned away, giving him the space to go if he wanted to. Maybe he really didn't want to be there with her, but was too polite to say so.

By the pool stood a lone showerhead, higher than Wynne would perhaps have liked, but good enough for her purpose. She moved to stand under it, her wings stretched out as far as she could, and cupped her hands to direct the water over the pulled stitches. The flow of blood thinned, red-tinged water splattering the floor until the worst of it had gone down the drain. After trying to shake some of the water off, she lowered herself into a chair, trying not to ruffle the feathers too much as she arranged them over the back so they would dry off in the sun. She'd deal with the stitches themselves later.

"Sorry you had to see that," she began, "I don't get much chance to stretch these and practice, and keeping them folded up all the time, uh... It gets tiring, you know? Like if your hands were constantly bound behind your back." Maybe it was the sense of freedom she'd gained from her short flight, but it suddenly seemed easier to talk to him, now that she knew he wasn't going to go. Or maybe it was because she'd thanked him and gotten that load off her chest. "This is a very peaceful spot. Do you come up here often?"


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ImageJensen couldn't count how many shots she'd had. Did it matter? Not unless she was thinking about the resulting hangover, and that had never really been one of her concerns. She slammed another one back, and the bartender winced at Gwen as he refilled it, no doubt thinking of how she was probably going to be saddled with a very drunk Jensen very soon. "An alert? What, we've got Mycroft sending out newsletters to old students now?" She laughed loudly, obnoxiously, clearly amused by her own joke. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're back. Glad you're back... Good to have you back. One just wishes it wasn't under these circumstances, y'know."

She turned her head, just in time to see Gwen check her phone. "Somewhere important you have to be?" A thought struck her. "Shit!" If an alert had been sent to Gwen, then her mother would definitely have gotten wind of what had happened. Jessica Jones was an alert mother, if not a very loving one.

Sure enough, when Jensen checked her phone, there were a handful of new messages and missed calls.

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I heard about the gala. Call me back.

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It was almost enough to make Jensen sober up immediately. She hit the dial button, and her mother picked up immediately. "It's me. Don't cry." Her voice was still slurred, and she laughed a little at Jessica's reply. "Didn't drink that much. 'm still in the Tower, I'll be fine. Could probably drink my weight right now. You know me." It continued that way for a while, back and forth until Jensen eventually hung up with a final loud "You love me!" and slammed the phone down on the bar.

She waved a hand at Gwen. "If you have to go, go. Don't let ol' Smashed Jen here keep you down."

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Haldor opened his eyes wearily as the drugs in his system were finally wearing off, leaving him somewhat disoriented and with a hell of a hangover whoever oversaw keeping him sedated would have a lot of explaining to do later. As his eyes adjusted to the dim room around him he took in his surroundings it was clear he was in a holding cell of some kind however clearly not meant for any comfort. His eyes scanned the four bare walls and and noticed scorch marks on the wall and the floor and on the ceiling, he quickly surmised he most have woken up before as the damage on the walls looked fairly recent. As his mind awakened further he began to understand his situation more clearly, he was bound, his hands firmly behind his back and his neck shackled to whatever was around his hands. His feet were also secured to the floor and like his neck they were shackled to the device on his hands as well. He grinned he must of scared them pretty badly to secure him this much. He relaxed and looked around the cell again there was little he could do in this situation much as he was loathe to admit, if he could at least get a hand free it would be a different story. He began to wonder how long he had been held in the cell, he felt like his beard had grown quite a bit and he was sure his hair was longer too but he could contend with the issue of lost time later. Now that he was awake and his mind clearing more by the moment Haldor decided it was time to get out of these restraints he braced himself and with a load yell he summoned his strength and pushed against the restraints on his hands as hard as he could willing them to break off his hands, not a subtle method by any means but at this point getting out of these restraints was paramount however he could not feel them giving at all. Defeated he relaxed for a moment and waiting before attempting it again.

"Well this should be a fun story to recount to father, so how did your first mission to Midgard go? Well let’s see I got ambushed then I was abducted and locked in a cell for who knows how long and placed in some of the strongest restraints I have ever encountered!"

he chuckled grimly "Yes, I think I will leave out some details" he pause for a moment upon hearing faint noise he knew the sounds of battle well whoever was out there was making a fair bit of noise, enough that if they were not careful they could draw the attention of the whole base. He listened more intently now and thought he heard people outside his cell now. Was somebody breaking in or breaking out? It was hard to be sure but it was clear he would not be getting out of the restraints on his own and whoever they were they were no friends of Hydra. He called out as loudly as he could "Hey on the off chance you are not Hydra how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!"

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Wren took what moments she could to rest and reserve her energy for what was to come. She nodded her head and gave a brief smile to Lilith who took over unlocking everyone else. As she sat there her gaze slowly scanned all the others until it stopped on Frankie. The blonde stared back at her with a horrified and disgusted look. Wren shook her head with a slight roll of her eyes, deciding to look in a different direction. If Ms. Golden-girl wanted to judge her for killing the Hydra guard then so be it. She was doing what needed to be done, regardless of what weaker stomachs in the group thought. She was used to being disliked by half of the people at the academy, what difference would this make?

While everyone was being freed, Wren forced herself to bend and twist her left hand. The sound of the joints and bones slowly healing crunched and snapped during the movement. With each pop her eyes twitched slightly at the pain. She no doubt was healing, but it was slow... Much slower than she was used to and it seemed that everything hurt more. She did her best to keep breathing steady, keeping her injured hand close to her chest as she leaned forward. With her right hand she took the dead guard's pistol off his body, along with the two extra clips he hand. But it was enough... For now.

Frankie quickly found herself grow ansty and impatient as Lilith moved around the cell helping everyone out of their bindings. She wanted out of this place as much as the rest of them, but more than that she wanted away from the blood thirst... be it the Hydra soldiers or Wren. Unfortunately, something inside her told her she wasn't going to get through this without seeing a lot more death. Her attention was quickly brought to the present when Lilith unlocked her cuffs. Frankie sighed, rubbing her wrists and then lethargically moved to her feet.

“Let's go.”

Wren's attention was drawn toward Ulrich as he held out something toward her, his jacket. Her brows furrowed slightly at the offering as her hand hesitantly took the offered clothing. "Thanks," she said quietly. She had almost completely forgotten about the state of her gown, nor did she care much about her modesty in a situation like this. But, she surprisingly appreciated the gesture... Especially when it came from someone she didn't expect.

She draped the jacket over her left arm and accepted his extended hand with her right. With Ulrich's help, Wren got back on her feet but she didn't release his hand just yet. Her eyes closed as she waited for the head rush to fade away. With her balance regained, she slipped on the jacket and buttoned it up. It was definitely big on her, but it still gave her a free range of motion which was most important. Wren stuff the extra clips in the left pocket and the gun in the right. Wren let herself slump against the wall as the others began to discuss plans. As they spoke, she leaned down and ripped free most of the train of her dress. She tore a strip from it and used it as a makeshift tourniquet for her broken hand while it healed at a snail's pace.

"So, what's our plan? If we even have one right now..." Caitria asked.

"You go scout the building, tell us the best escape route, how much fire power we should expect, and we skip into the sunset." That was a quick answer. But the sound of splitting up didn't sit well with Frankie. None of them were at their best... And who knew how many other Hydra soldiers were in the building. "At least that'd be a decent plan if anybody were expendable. But we probably shouldn't risk splitting up," Ulrich admitted. "My plan honestly is to avoid getting caught and killed."

"Are you ready?" Ulrich asked, seeming to aim that question more at Frankie than anyone else. She nodded her head in acknowledgement but didn't say anything. Was she ready? As much as she would ever be she supposed. Her gaze moved to Wren as she pushed off the wall with her shoulder and moved slowly toward the cell entrance. As she moved, her right hand dug out the pistol. She popped out the clip to check that it was full, before snapping it back into the gun and cocking it.

"Is that necessary?" Frankie asked Wren, her gazed locked on the gun.

"Do you have a better idea?" Wren snapped. When Frankie didn't respond, she continued. "They have the power to put us all right back here or kill us. If we get out, they'd hunt us. And then they'd go after the academy... again. But we wouldn't be there to help." She paused for a moment, allowing a moment for what she is saying to sink in. "I didn't break my hand and willingly get tortured to get put back in here and let my friends die. So... I'm going to kill every single one of these mother fuckers. And, you can either help or get the fuck out of my way."

Frankie felt her blood boil at every word Wren said, partly because she didn't agree with the excessive spilling of blood. But even worse was part of her deep down kind of agreed. In the true grim reality, could they get out without spilling blood? Would that just put their friends' and families' lives on the line? Either way they didn't have time to argue. So, Frankie opted for the second option. She clenched her jaw as she took a step back from the door, diverting her gaze.

Wren was never the type to come off polite and gentle, but even if she was, this was not the time for that. At the current moment she didn't care what they thought. She looked over toward Lilith and motioned to the door trying. "Do you mind? Please." As she worked on unlocking the door, Wren glanced over her shoulder toward Ulrich. "You have X-ray vision, right? Do you think you could find us the fastest and most direct route out of here?"

Once the door was open, Wren poked her head out to check both directions. "We need to make a detour." Before anyone could start getting huffy or their panties in a bunch, she held up her hand to silence them. "There are others that are trapped here too. We could use the help and we can't leave them behind."

Whether or not the others followed her was irrelevant. Wren was going to go free them too. She remembered passing them when she was dragged away and they weren't far. She tried to be as stealthy as possible, tip toe-ing down the corridor. Once she reached a turn she stopped, leaning her head forward enough to see around the wall. There were two guards, but they were lined up so that, in the right angle, she get them both with one shot. But the minute a gun was fired they wouldn't have long.

Wren looked back and motioned for Lilith to come toward her. "I need your help," she whispered. "There are two cells. I can get one if you can get the other... But we have to be fast."

"Hey on the off chance you are not Hydra how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!" A voice called from one of the cells.

Wren groaned under her breath, rounding the corner far sooner than she was planning. "You couldn't have stayed quiet for like one more minute," she bitched toward the voice of one of the prisoners. While doing so she also gained the attention of the guards. In a single swift movement she raised the pistol and pulled the trigger. The bullet raced through the air slamming one guard in the head then the next. The hall went silent for a moment before they both collapsed on the ground. She hurried up and grabbed keys from one of the guards. She ran past the first cell which held two people, a man and woman and move to the second room which had another male. Wren slid the gun in the pocket of the jacket Ulrich gave her and proceeded to unlock the door.

Once the door was open, she hurried inside over to the blonde man. When Wren reached him, she grew dizzy again, stumbling against the wall to keep from falling down. "Fuck," she cursed. She took a deep breath then pushed past it. Wren unlocked his cuffs as quickly as she could manage, then shoved the keys in a pocket. "Alright, gabby. We gotta go." She hooked her left hand around him, ignoring the pain from the broken bones and helped him to his feet. In that moment, she was thankful that she had super human strength because this dude was a giant and was some how even heavier than he looked. She had no idea how much energy he hand, so she kept her left arm around his torso to try and give him support. She helped him put his right arm across her shoulders as they made their way out of the cell and back down the hall toward the others.

The second she rounded the corner the main lights went out. Red flashing illuminated the hallways while an alarm blared, echoing off the walls. When Wren caught Ulrich's gaze she shouted down toward him. "Go!" She adjusted her hold on the large blonde male hoping that she could hold up until they got out and that Ulrich could find them a way out.

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"...Thanks. I think," Petra said in response to Ross' compliment. Yes it was a drunken compliment, but he meant it at least. She even allowed him to play with her hair for a moment before batting away his hand. Then as he reached to touch his very swollen nose, she reacted quickly trying to stop him. "Hey. Don't do that. Come on." Petra quickly snatched up his hand, keeping him from touching his face. He was too tired and way too drunk to try and fight her. He simply sighed, blowing air out between his lips. Maybe if he were more sober he would have noticed how her hold on his hand lingered, but it went by unnoticed as his attention was focused on remaining standing.

"Why are you always hurting yourself? First getting your face beat in, then drinking yourself stupid when you're in this state? Do you not think before you act? What did you say - even if it meant your life for mine? Do you really think you're worth that little?" Petra scolded him, shaking his hand as she spoke at him out of frustration. Ross' brows furrowed as he focused on her, trying his best to focus on each word through his inebriation.

"'m not always trying to hurt me self," Ross corrected through slurred words. "'n I do think. Thank ya very much. It was my thinkin' that kept you..." He motioned his free hand up and down at her. "You." His brows furrowed a bit as he took a deep breath, trying to focus through the alcohol. "'n I drank to ferget that me face is fucked up ta hell 'n back... 'n that y'were pissed at meh."

He cleared his throat, focusing on the elevator doors before him. Ross remained quiet for a long moment, allowing his drunken mind to process the rest of what she said and pick the right words before vomitting out his thoughts. "Ya can ask anyone... Aye don' think little of me self. Aye like me self a lot, actually." He then looked over at her and if, for just a moment, he seemed completely sober. "Aye just think more of you... Sue me." There it was. That's the way to a girl's heart tell her she's special and then add some unneeded snark at the end. Ross would be kicking himself for saying that last bit in the morning. But there was little to no filter when alcohol was involved.

Petra's grip released his hand. "I'm not angry. At you." Ross snorted, unable to hide his amusement at her comment. She sure acted like she was angry. "I just don't agree with what you think, about either of us," she added with a quieter tone as if she was trying to keep the walls from overhearing their conversation.

Ross' gaze fell to the ground as he digested what she said. She probably meant it in a simple way, but his mind was plagued by the alcohol along with the assumption that she was partly angry because she didn't think of him in the way he thought of her. In his mind 'I don't agree with what you think about either of us.' Equalled whatever crush or feelings he had were not reciprocated and that she did not think that way about them. Sounded about right in his mind. "Ya could have just said that in the beginnin'." Ross' voice was quiet and sounded defeated. But he didn't argue it or press the matter, simply accepting her opinion as what it was.

He wanted to walk to his room himself and just be alone, but Ross could barely stay standing and Petra didn't seem to be going anywhere until she got him to his room. He was prefectly fine in the elevator but no one else seemed to be. After she managed to help him into his room, she mumbled in aggravation as she guided him to a stool before an arcade game. "Why don't you have a proper couch like normal people." He sat down, half leaning back against the machine as she disappeared else where in his penthouse. Maybe if he was sober he'd be selfconscious about someone rummaging through his place, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

Ross must have started dozing off as he waited on Petra to return because upon her arrival it startled him, nearly making him fall off the stool. "Take this. It's hot," she warned him as she bent down beside him. She guided his hands to cup the mug, making sure he wouldn't drop it before releasing her hold on his hands. He brought the warm drink to his mouth, blowing on it a bit before taking a sip. "Are you going to throw up, should I get a bucket?"

He looked up at her from the corner of his eyes with the mug still pressed to his lips. After a moment, he with withdrew it, holding the mug in his lap. "'m Scottish... Aye know how ta hold me liquor," he mused, trying his best to make the conversation lighthearted, choosing not to focus on his own rejection, sadness and whatever else until he was alone. His thumb began to trace around the brim of the mug as he focused on its liquid contents. After a moment he sighed, glancing over at his company. "Ya don' have ta stay... Aye'll be alright."




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"Stay," Wynne called after him as he rolled his wheelchair away. Tobias stopped where he was, willing the metal in the chair to slowly turn it to face her. "Please, don't go on my account. There's enough space for both of us. And I... might need an extra pair of eyes." She then tilted her head toward the popped stitches in her wing. "I mean - if you want to go, you know... I just meant you don't have to mind my presence..." The blonde then turned away, assumingly giving him space to leave if he so chose.

Tobias slowly rolled himself back to where he was, watching Wynne head over to the showers. Once she turned on the water, he adverted his eyes. It wasn't like she was naked or anything, but it felt wrong to watch. He was a polite gentleman and didn't want to make her uncomfortable. So while she cleaned her wounds, he made his way over behind the bar, searching for a first aid kit. Luckily, being an academy for 'heroes in training' there seemed to be first aid just about everywhere. He'd be lying if he didn't think it was appropriate. People like themselves were highly accident prone between training or their own egos.

He set the small metal box on his lap and rolled back out to the table as Wynne returned and took a seat. Once the wheelchair was pulled up to the table, he moved the first aid kit to the table and opened it. As he started sifting through it's contents, he glanced over at the blonde from the corner of his eyes as she spoke. "Sorry you had to see that. I don't get much chance to stretch these and practice, and keeping them folded up all the time, uh... It gets tiring, you know? Like if your hands were constantly bound behind your back."

"You don't need to apologize," Tobias said quietly. He continued to speak as he gathered what was needed form the box. "It's your mutation. All mutations are beautiful." He paused for moment, trying not to flinch at the realization that he sounded just like his father in that moment. He hated his father, but this was one thing he did agree with him on. "Especially one like yours... It's like any other muscle. If you don't use it, you'll lose it."

His brows furrowed slightly when he realized there was no peroxide or antiseptic in the first aid kit. Tobias held up his index in a just-a-moment gesture as he rolled himself back over to the bar. "I can levitate... But if I flied like you, I don't know if anyone could ever get me out of the sky," he said back toward Wynne as he sifted through the different bottles of liquor. He found the clearest fluid he could find, vodka, and made his way back over to her.

"This is a very peaceful spot. Do you come up here often?"

Tobias subconsciously slowed down his wheelchair as he returned, a little shocked at the question. It was a simple question. But it was... more personal than he expected someone like Wynne to ask. He half expected her to partake in a little small talk then dive into anything and everything about his father. That's how it usually went. He cleared his throat as he returned to the table. "Uh... Yes, I do. Not many of the others come up here." Tobias motioned his left index finger at her chair. Slowly and carefully he willed the metal within it, lifting and moving it so that she was sitting with her injured wing in front of him. "It's a good place to go when I don't want to be bothered," he added. But it wasn't in a snarky way as if a subtle way of saying he wanted her to leave, but more of just the truth of why he went up there often. "And I like to star gaze."

Off to the side, over the concrete, Tobias poured some of the alcohol over his hands to kill any germs. He probably looked like a natural as he prepped the materials. Between himself and his mother, he had to mend them more than a few times due to his father. Even before he came into his abilities, Tobias always had steady hands. "Alright... This is not going to feel good," he said with the alcohol in one hand and gauze in the other. He waited until she seemed prepared and poured the liquid over the would to clean it out. Once it was flushed out, he held the gauze to the opening with his right hand. His left then took one of her free hands, placing it over the gauze. "Hold that there for a moment."

He threaded the surgical needle seamlessly and then rolled his chair as close as he could manage. Tobias glanced over at the blonde, offering her his left hand in a silent gesture incase she needed something to hold onto. When she was ready, the fingers on his right hand moved slightly as he used his ability to steadily move the needle in and out of her flesh. He made quick work of it, able to move quicker using his mind rather than his hand. In no time the wing was stitched up. He knotted off the end and cut the string, then rolled back over to the first aid kit to clean everything up. "All done," he concluded as he gathered up the garbage and blood stained gauze.

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Gwen cringed at the same time as the bartenders wince, she could feel the burn of the alcohol. How Jensen knocked it back like that? She'd never know.
"An alert? What, we've got Mycroft sending out newsletters to old students now?" Jensen laughed loudly, slightly uncomfortably for Gwen, unsure if she should be offended. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're back. Glad you're back... Good to have you back. One just wishes it wasn't under these circumstances, y'know."
“Jensen, babe, I'm in your year…” She smiled awkwardly, she knew they weren't close and they only greeted each other in passing, but she didn't think Jensen would forget her after being away for a few months. “I was only taking leave to protect my dad during his political campaign.” She chuckled lightly after realising the joke about a newsletter, realising she wasn't serious. “Oh you were joking. Yeah I think S.H.I.E.L.D sent it out for anyone who could first respond to the attack. Had a lovely recipe for spicy Black Canary.”

Gwen’s glance at her phone was observed and she blushed as she heard Jensen’s question.
"Somewhere important you have to be?" Gwen chuckled.
"No, I'm just -"
"Shit!" Gwen had never seen someone move so fast for their phone, not even the speedsters rushed that quickly to their phones. Gwen tried not to pry, but she stole a quick glance at the last message she'd received.

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[ JJ. Please just let me know if you're fine. If anyone's reading this, please call me. ]

Gwen smiled at the photo, warmed by the sight of Jensen being cared for. She didn't have much to go on about Jensen or her mother. But she did know Jensen drank a lot as did her mother and that a lot of people put a bad light on her and Gwen had always assumed they didn't have a connection. But she was glad she could admit she was wrong. Feeling guilty for assuming their family situation.

Gwen drank the rest of the wine in front of her as Jensen spoke to her mum. Unable to get the barman’s attention for a refill until Jensen finished her phone call, which she announced the slam of her phone. She waved at Gwen.
"If you have to go, go. Don't let ol' Smashed Jen here keep you down."

“Oh, no.” Gwen refused. “I'm just waiting for Ulrich to message me back…” she admitted to Jensen. “Nowhere to be.” She finally got the bartender's attention. “So… can I get a strawberry daiquiri with double rum and 2 jägerbombs and a kamikaze?” She then turned and looked at Jensen. “Guess I've got to catch up on you. So shots first then daiquiri.” She then tapped the bar excitedly. “We can even play never have I ever. First to pass out or tap out loses.” Jensen could pile back the drink, but Gwen’s metahuman metabolism could give her a fair fight against Jensen.


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Harley blushed as the girl stared at him blankly, worried that the double innuendo had offended her. So he quickly explained his joke, only to receive another blank stare. He chuckled nervously before introducing himself, there was a very brief pause, as if she sizing him up.
"Anastasia Petrovna." She replied and Harley smiled at her, happy she felt comfortable with him. "We'll mostly likely be able to recognize each other by our screams instead of our names in no time." An amused puff of air escaped his nose.
“You wouldn't be the first to recognise me by my scream.” Harley clicked his tongue. “But you would be the first woman. So that's gotta count for something.” He clapped his hands.

“Is that a Russian accent?” He asked, hoping to get to know her a little better. “Where did they -" Before Harley could finish his question, two more voices filled the corridor.
"Hey on the off chance you are not Hydra how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!"
"You couldn't have stayed quiet for like one more minute," A gunshot echoed out from down the hall, Harley's fight or flight instincts kicked in and his human form disappeared, replaced by his form made up completely of purple energy.

"Maybe we won't need to recognise each other's screams after all." Harley offered Anastasia his hand to help her up. He looked out to the corridor and called to whoever was out there. "What about us?"



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"You go scout the building, Ulrich suggested immediately. "Tell us the best escape route, how much firepower we should expect, and we skip into the sunset." Caitria raised an eyebrow at the light tone he used. Ulrich approached the blonde, bumping Caitria with his arm in a friendly manner, smiling slightly. "At least that'd be a decent plan if anybody were expendable. But we probably shouldn't risk splitting up." Caitria nodded in agreement.

"My plan honestly is to avoid getting caught and killed," Ulrich finished, crossing his arms. Caitria snorted jokingly.

"Isn't that all of our objectives?" she asked lightly, the question clearly rhetorical.

After Wren and Frankie talked some things out, the former glanced at Ulrich, requesting the man to utilize his x-ray vision while Lilith got the door open.

"We need to make a detour. There are others that are trapped here too. We could use the help and we can't leave them behind."

Caitria trailed behind Wren as the redhead located the rest of the prisoners, catching sight of a few guards in the process.

"Hey, on the off-chance you are not Hydra, how about helping me out of here, I can help you all get out?!" A masculine voice shouted out, the man behind it clearly not staying quiet for the guards.

Wren groaned audibly but went to rescue the prisoners nonetheless. She was back relatively quickly, but Caitria's relief didn't last long, the hallway's main lights abruptly shutting off and being replaced with red flashes and blaring alarms. "Go!" Wren shouted towards Ulrich, who was most likely trying to find a way out of the entire place with his x-ray vision.

"What about us?" Another voice called out from down the corridor. Caitria groaned internally but flashed a grin to the rest of the group. "You guys go on ahead, I'll get them out shortly." With that, Caitria quickly grabbed the keys out of Wren's pocket and dashed towards the direction of the voice, unlocking the door and the two prisoners' handcuffs with superhuman speed.

Caitria wrestled with the male's cuffs, getting them off after a few twists of the key. "How has your guys' day been?" the blonde asked in the process, the underlying tone of sarcasm clear in her words. "I'm Caitria Allen, daughter of Flash. As much as it pains me to say it, I'm not nearly as strong as I am fast, so I hope you can walk on your own."

Despite what Caitria said, she still attempted to lift the blonde woman, who looked in much worse shape than the man did. She dashed back out, managing to carry the woman three-fourths of the way to where the others were by sheer force of speed itself. She ran back for the man, transporting him a few meters behind his fellow cellmate. Caitria's gaze flickered around the corridor, evaluating her current situation.

"I might be able to catch you guys up to the others right now, but I'm definitely not strong enough to carry either of you beyond that," Caitria said, "so I really hope you can move on your own."

Caitria took a deep breath, loosely grabbing the woman again in what looked to be the least painful areas, bringing her to where the others moved to. She ran back to the man to do the same, just barely managing to catch him up to Wren and the rest of the gang. The blonde speedster rubbed her biceps, muttering, "yeah, I'm not made for heavy lifting."

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"Is that necessary?"
Ulrich gave Frankie a questionable look before Wren argued her point. The context was all suddenly there. Wren wanted a rampage, and Frankie wanted to avoid excessive violence.
Ulrich sighed through his nose, and his eyes darkened. They were going to make it nowhere if they wasted time arguing among each other. As long as they locked into one method, and preferably all survived, that's what mattered. But the hostility seemed to disperse quickly- more so through tolerance on Frankie's side.
As long as their verbal differences ended, and they didn't disturb the plan, that's what mattered.
"You have X-ray vision, right? Do you think you could find us the fastest and most direct route out of here?"

Ulrich nodded and took three strides out of the cell. "We need to make a detour." He froze. His fists clenched together and he suppressed a groan.
"There are others that are trapped here too. We could use the help and we can't leave them behind."
We!? Where did this we come into it?
He didn't see it but he felt a few of them follow Wren to rescue the others. He sighed out and recomposed himself. His gaze penetrated through the walls. The soldiers appeared to be littered in the halls, everyone one of them armed. There was no easy escape route. And the only direct route he could find was through the walls. Suddenly an alarm wailed, and the lights shut off to illuminate the halls in red.
"Go!" Wren shouted.
Ulrich flashed ahead suddenly and took the first lot of soldiers rounding the corner. He broke one's arm, pushed another into a wall with such force that it caused a dent and scolded another.
Corner by corner, he'd speed ahead and glance back at the group to make sure they weren't dragging too far behind and weren't heavily outsourced, outmanned and outgunned.
"Almost there!"

As if cursed, he heard the thundering boots of more soldiers and scanned the walls just to confirm it. Heavily armoured, with lots of fire power. Ulrich cringed and put his shoulder to his ear. Focusing his senses with the alarm and lights didn't do him any favors. Ulrich barged into the wall, once then twice trying to create that new direct route out. But before the third, the soldiers were there and Ulrich stood with his fists clenched and chest puffed out facing them. He could take a few bullets, until the rest kept them occupied or weaved through them like obstacles or helped break the wall down.

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Haldor was somewhat surprised to see such a small person as Wren as she hurriedly entered the room whatever had happened to her it seemed to have taken its toll as she propped herself against the wall. She seemed to have little trouble managing him despite his size he chuckled to himself when she called him gabby and turned to her as she helped him along

"Thank you, now I can repay the hospitality of Hydra properly"

no sooner than they had made it into the hallway the alarm starting going off he growled at his body clearly affected by the drugs that Hydra had used on him. He willed himself to move under his own power but it was not happening. Though with Asgardian physiology he knew such tricks would not last for long now that there was not a constant supply and he was up and moving. Wren and moved hurriedly along the cooridor until Haldor stopped when he noticed one of the bodies on the floor, a hydra guard lying dead in a pool of his own blood. The unfortunate soul who appeared to have a hole in his head from a gun had both of Haldor's swords strapped to his back like some sort of trophy, Haldor atumbled over slightly before reaching down and pried both of his swords from the corpse that he now stood over.

"I will be taking those back thank you. You'll not be needing them."

he quickly attached each sword to its place on his sides and turned back to Wren still rather unsteady on his feet but recovering rather quickly, he returned to Wren and they quickened the pace as they moved down the cooridor he made out a group of, he assumed escapees. It seemed a mismatched bunch but he knew better than to underestimate the people of Midgard that was one thing his father made sure he knew. He got a good sense of them rather quickly, some seemed to have experience in battle others seemed terrified he had seen those expressions a few times to be sure.

"Thank you for your help" he spoke up to Wren right before a group of guards rounded the corner running at them he watched Ulrich dispatch them quite effectively he chuckled a bit, no time for talk or thanks fine by him. He watched Ulrich as he started smashing through the wall Haldor still unsteady walked over to Ulrich and unsheathed both of his swords and lightning began dancing over the length of the blades and even arching between them. He looked to Ulrich then at the group of heavily armed thugs.

"Somehow I doub't very much they can handle both of us.. Shall we test them?" he pointed one of his blades at the hydra guards and an bolt of lightning shot from it hitting one of them in the chest before throwing him through the group and back against the wall of the cooridor leaving a smoking hole in his armor before he slumped to the ground clearly dead. That is when something abnormal happened, the power he had unleashed felt like it left him entirely though while effective against the one grunt it should have taken out the lot of them, and he found himself feeling quite weak, this was not right.. Hydra had done something and he would find out what but for now, he felt his rage building for now he would take it out on those in front of him.

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"Thank you, now I can repay the hospitality of Hydra properly,” the man said as Wren helped him out of the cell.

She gave a weak laugh with a roll of her eyes. ”Whatever you say Rapunzel,” she replied, adjusting herself underneath his arm.

As they made their way back to the others, a pair of swords caught the man’s eyes. Confiscated weapons? Apparently. The blonde slid from her hold to take them from the corpse. As she waited, Wren let her body slump against the wall, her free hand grasping at her side. "I will be taking those back thank you. You'll not be needing them.” When he returned to her, she pushed of the wall and quickened her pace alongside him.

"What about us?” a male voice called from the other cell as Wren walked past, supporting the large blonde. God, she was weak. Whatever Hydra had injected her with, they knew what they were doing. It was like she could feel her body, deep down inside fighting to heal herself like a person sifting through quicksand. Her cells her making bonds, detaching then bonding again. It was like her body was fighting itself. Wren never felt so exhausted in her life. But regardless of what energy she didn’t possess, she pushed through. She could rest when she’s dead… Or after she’s bathed in these fuckers’ blood.

Before Wren could try to rest the blonde against the walls and go back to the other cell, Caitria was there. "You guys go on ahead, I'll get them out shortly.” She then took the keys from Wren’s pocket and made her way back toward the other cell. There wasn’t time to wait, she was already moving slow enough with blondie’s help. One thing Wren was certain of, was that Caitria would catch up, so she pushed forward with the group.

"Thank you for your help,” the man said toward Wren as they reached the group. She didn’t have time to answer, nor did she really know what to say. She simply nodded her head before looking toward the approaching Hydra soldiers.

Frankie was like a frighten sheep, trapped between the wolves and their thirst for blood. But the hunters weren’t the Hydra soldiers, but those of her friends. While Ulrich worked his way through oncoming guards, she kept herself close behind him. Why couldn’t she fight? Why didn’t she feel like a frightened child surrounded by murders? Maybe she was… Just a frightened child. As they moved forward, Frankie ripped at the train of her dress to allow for more movement although she still was struggling to bring herself to fight.

Trailing behind, Wren kept her back to the group. Her free hand that wasn’t supporting the male held the pistol at the ready. Before a Hydra guard had a chance to fully round a corner, they were met with a bullet between their eyes. She was beyond caring about what the others thought of her. Wren’s mind was focused on one thing and that was getting out… Getting out before she collapsed from exhaustion and got left behind.

She found strength within, somewhere deep down when the blonde man left her side and joined Ulrich. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Wren stayed at the back of the group, scavenging clips and a second pistol from the fallen soldiers. They came from all directions like cockroaches, never ending like a swarm. With the occasional glance over her shoulder, Wren continued walking backwards following the group letting off round after round. One bullet per guard. Critical shot after shot.

A gasp escaped Frankie’s lips as they were all quickly surrounded. The numbers wouldn’t be overwhelming if they were all at peak. But they weren’t. She stepped out of the way as the large blonde male went to stand beside Ulrich. "Somehow I doubt very much they can handle both of us.. Shall we test them?” Her gaze drifted between the two. It wasn’t enough.

Then like the breath was finally released all the guards came at them at once. Gun fire echoed throughout the halls, ringing with the alarms. As everyone was drawn in different directions, Frankie was as alert as she could manage. She dodged hits and swings, being careful to only break arms and legs… Not kill. They were unending. No matter how quick she was, incapacitating them wasn’t fast enough.

While snapping one’s leg another slid by, going for Ulrich while he was distracted. Frankie moved through the chaos, jumping on the back of the soldier. Her right arm hooked around his neck while she kicked off the wall, bringing backwards with her. ”Surrender!” Frankie demanded in the man’s ear as her grip tightened. The guard tried slamming her back against the wall but she didn’t let go. ”Surrender and you’ll live.”

Maybe time went by too fast, or was it too slow? Only the sound of her own heart beating flooded her ears. But then the man held in her grasp began to grow weak until he slumped to the floor. Frankie gasped, quickly releasing her hold and taking a step back. But the man didn’t move. Her hands began to shake as she stood immobile amongst the war in the corridor. When an eternity passed, she knelt down to check his pulse. And when she felt nothing, the blood rushed from her face. Frankie grew light headed and paler than a ghost, frozen like a statue.

Wren didn’t falter nor stop. What was her count at? She couldn’t remember. The bodies were already stacking like a anatomical wall. Blood seeped along the floor, soaking the hem of her ruined evening gown. As quickly as they started they stopped. Maybe the bodies were stacked too high? Or maybe they were attacking from another front. Didn’t matter. They couldn’t go backwards and for the time being, their six’s were safe.

She pivoted on her heels and quickly closed the distance to the group. Wren aggressively pulled Frankie to her feet and herded her forward. She didn’t have time or care about what was bothering her. Shoving her way to the front, Wren wedged herself between the giant blonde and Ulrich just in time to shoot two more guards in the head before they reached them. ”We don’t have time for this. We need to go!!”

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Harley couldn't see the rescuers anymore, but he could still hear them. "You guys go on ahead, I'll get them out shortly." Seconds after the woman had finished speaking someone was already working on the cuffs around his wrist, she was shortly followed by a gust of wind. "How has your guys' day been?"
"Oh you know, working that 9-5, really just waiting until the moment I can clock out." Harley replied his rescuer, being as equally sarcastic.
"I'm Caitria Allen, daughter of Flash. As much as it pains me to say it, I'm not nearly as strong as I am fast, so I hope you can walk on your own." Before Harley could tell her that he was fine, she had already disappeared with Anastasia, and was shortly back to lift him.

"I might be able to catch you guys up to the others right now, but I'm definitely not strong enough to carry either of you beyond that," She told them. "So I really hope you can move on your own." And again they were off.

Once they had regrouped with the others, Caitria dropped Harley with a huff. "Yeah, I'm not made for heavy lifting." Harley placed a hand on her back and breathed in unison with her, his newly awakened powers transferred to her, and removed the pain and tightness she had from lifting both him and Anastasia. He gave her a friendly pat, to make it seem as if he was thanking her.
"Thank you, Caitria." His voice was sincere and his smile showed that he was worried that she'd exhausted herself. "Are you okay?"

As they followed along with their rescuers the alarm started to blare and the lights started to flash red. "So I take it that's our cue to leave?" Harley asked the group, but before he'd finished his sentence one had speed off and was smashing his way through the walls of the building. Harley could hear the thunderous footsteps of dozens, maybe hundreds of guards running their way. Harley hoisted Anastasia up and carried her in a fireman's lift as they chased after the group, unaware that the group itself was running right into the fight. Harley held back from joining the fight just yet, he wasn't even sure how his powers worked yet.

"We don’t have time for this. We need to go!!" Harley looked back up into where his rescuers were, the area looked clear for the moment.
"Wait here, Anastasia, I won't be long." Harley jogged up to the rescuers and focused on the corridors that the guards were using to reach them, before long massive walls of solid, burning hot ionic energy blocked them off. "How far until we're out of here?" Harley asked, now that they had a moment to rest.

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A large man appeared by Ulrich and he thought he saw flashes of light dart between his blades. "Somehow I doub't very much they can handle both of us.. Shall we test them?" Ulrich smirked a little. Something told him the man beside him would move more at his pace. Before he could blink, a bolt shot forward and disposed of a guard, taking a few others for the ride but the guards just kept coming. Ulrich would manage to grapple a few and wrestle to incapacitate them much to his dismay - though relatively easy still it should have been a snap of his fingers effort wise and not his size overpowering the soldiers. Ulrich burned through others with his vision and he thought he heard some extra commotion behind him but he had to focus forward, especially when his heat vision cut off. Ulrich blinked a couple of times.

Wren wedged herself between himself and the blonde and the ground they were holding. "We don’t have time for this. We need to go!!"
Wasn't Wren the one promising a blood bath, now she was in a rush to get out.
"How far until we're out of here?" Another voice emerged.
Ulrich growled and threw a final fist into the building, making the wall finally crumble. "Go then!" And he grabbed the one with the greatest most annoying and costly antics being Wren and threw her out. "Anybody else wanna find another way out?"
He felt his respect meter, if such a thing existed, plummet, but essentially Wren would survive and she was out of sight and wouldn't have another dumb idea like "save all the laboratory animals". The alarms already irked him, being weak irked him and on top of that add a red head barking at him. Ulrich had to draw the line.

Ulrich waited by his improvised exit until all the descendants filed out. The landings weren't his issue, instead leaving that to the likes of others - whoever so possessed the ability to cushion some impact and cared enough about other metas. A minute longer in this rat warren and they'd become over-succumbed with guns, armour and reinforced equipment/technology to cripple a god. Hydra was persistent, he'd give them that. Just like he'd give a helpful nudge to whoever hesitated to take his exit.

As the last of them went through, Ulrich followed but not before a bullet made impact with his shoulder. His eyes turned red and his nostril flared. Ulrich forced himself to summon the strength to throw a large piece of rubble down the corridor. He heard a satisfying splat and yelling of different instructions. Now that was two corridors blocked so it should have bought them sufficient time. He joined his comrades with rough landing and was left panting. Ulrich glanced at his shoulder and all he could think of was how Gwen would react. She'd probably hit him than fret over him. And Ulrich probably had a queue of people wanting to hit him.

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