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Zachary Rogers

"Yeah, I have super strength, speed and stamina. But you know what my real superpower is? Looks."

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a character in “The Avengers 2.0”, as played by FamishedPants

Description

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-Zach stands at 5'10 and around 190 Lbs. (The weight is muscle.) Though he doesn't appear bulky.
-Usually wears what is seen in the picture above with Jeans.

Name: Zachary Rogers

Nicknames: Zach, Zackie, Z. (Others can be given)

Codename: Patriot

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Parents: Steven Rogers, Elise Rogers.

Powers/special abilities:
-Superhuman strength
-Superhuman speed
-Superhuman stamina
-Immunity to toxins of all sorts, making him immune to the effects of sedatives and beer.
-Dashing good looks.
-Upgrades to his equipment may help him fly or increase strength.

Other Skills: He is good at playing the guitar, and a very good gamer. Also known to go to the shooting range.

Likes: Swords, Video games, a good fight, hamburgers and his mother.

Dislikes: Cowardice, Politics, Hockey, Boredom, being called 'a momma's boy' and people who think they are above others.

Crush: Is beginning to like Skylarke....

History:

Personality

Zachary is a charming, nice young man...in public events. In reality, he's sarcastic, humorous and overall just a joker. He prefers to keep things fun and exciting rather than boring and dull. He is nearly never without a comment or a jest even in tense situations. Of course, he has learned from his father a bit. He treats women with utmost respect and generally is a good guy. HOWEVER, with little contact with the opposite gender since he was homeschooled, he is vulnerable to flirtatious behavior from women (Better explained in History). Nevertheless, he would risk his own life if it meant saving another.

Equipment

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Heroware:
-Grey parts are actually black. He did always like his father's suit, so he took it. (Not his shield.)
-Gloves are replace with Fingerless gloves, so as to have better grip.

Weapon: Peacebringer is made of the same meterial as his shield-Vibranium. This gives it a chrome finish. The blade itself was modeled after one of Zach's favorite swords from his favorite game series. (Mastersword from LoZ.) The only difference between the two is that it has his initials imbedded into it, instead of the sigil of Hyrule. The handles are also red instead of purple.

Weapon2:PeaceKeeper is a shield modeled after a shield in the same game that his sword was modeled after. It has a black finish, and his intitials replaced the tree triangles that had originally been on the shield.

Sidearm: Zach keeps an Beretta M9 on his person in case of emergency. He uses it sparingly however.

History

Zachary grew up with his father and mother. His father constantly went out to "Save the world", so Zachary bonded with his mother moreso than his father. His mother was very protective of him, so he was homeschooled. This didn't mean he had no social interaction. He had also enrolled in multiple dojos, learning multiple forms of MMA's. This of course led to his interest in swords, which he decided would be his primary weapon if he were to follow in his father's footsteps. He then had a sword forged for him out of the same material as his father's shield. The "Gamer" in him made him request that the sword (And later his shield) be modeled after a sword in a video game he really liked. With some minor adjustments to the colors and having his own initials put into the sword and shield, he had his weapons.

Zach didn't mimic his father's personality fully. In fact, besides being a gentleman, (Meaning he is nice to people of the opposite gender) he is moreso like Tony Stark. This is ironic because he has only met him once or twice and only on business. The cockiness that he displays is just like Tony's, but he disposition towards woman is entirely different. For one, he treats them in a way that makes him appear to be a different person. He is nice, polite and doesn't joke as much. Secondly, he has absolutely no experience when dealing with flirtatious woman. He was once hit on by a girl when walking home from a dojo. He was at a total loss for words and froze up. Eventually, the woman left, and Zach found out something about himself that annoyed him, but every confrontation with a woman like that led to the same result. As such, he doesn't flirt with woman, to avoid this result.

Zach's sword is made of Vibranium, just as his shield is. Utilizing a magnetic device that Tony Stark developed for him and his father, he is able to recall his sword and shield after throwing them.

So begins...

Zachary Rogers's Story

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Character Portrait: Freya Foster Character Portrait: Valentina Stark Character Portrait: Braego Thorson Character Portrait: Skylark Barton Character Portrait: Zachary Rogers Character Portrait: Jordan Banner (Brute)
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Entering a rather tall building, Zach was greeted by a man in a black suit.

"You're a bit tardy, Mr.Rogers." the man stated. He appeared to be annoyed, as if he had more important matters to attend to. Those probably included paperwork, but that didn't really matter.

"Sorry, I was sleeping." Zach responded with a smirk. He wasn't lying though, he had slept in a bit more than he was supposed to, but what can he do now? His superpower wasn't manipulating time, it was being a bad-ass. Or at least that's how Zach liked to think of it. The man gave Zach a glare before pulling a 180 and walking towards a door.

After an unusually high amount of security measures, they reached a room filled with others, two of whom, Zach recognized. Zach mentally laughed at the retinal scanners and code words, as they reminded him of movies and games. Those of course would slow down some people, but if the Hulk or someone of high physical strength (Iron Man or Thor) decided they wanted through, it wasn't going to stop them. Actually, it probably wouldn't have stopped Zach, had he the intention of busting down the doors, but for now, he didn't.

He glanced around the room and took note in his head of the people in here. A spanish-looking person, A tall and large man and a girl next to him (Beautiful, he might add), another beauty, and Nick Fury along with another woman whom appeared to have a stick shoved somewhere up her ass. Wait. There was another girl. It was her! The one he'd seen on T.V, he'd know the face anywhere. It was Stark's daughter, Valentina Stark. He wasn't sure why, but he liked her. Maybe it was because she was cocky and arrogant, like him? Maybe because she was perfect in every way, at least physically? He didn't know, but his sight dragged on her for a minute before passing around the room once more.

"What'd I miss?" he asked without a hint of guilt for being late.

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"Is that all?" Zach turned to fully face the beautful women that had shed some light on the situation. She stood right next to the taller man who was probably Thor's son. Doesn't take a genius to figure that out, seeing as Thor himself wasn't a puny person. Zach did not, however, know the name of Thor's son. In fact, he didn't know anything about any of the many 'Teen Titans' that were here. Save for Valentina, that is. He didn't know too much about her, but he did know that she was rich, gorgeous and smart. What more could a guy want? Though when he thought about it, she did end up being her father's daughter, meaning that no matter how good she looked, he needed to avoid her, lest he faint or otherwise ruin his image.

Just now noticing he nodded off, he picked back up where he left off.

"H.Y.D.R.A, I'm assuming? I don't know how much 'ex-Neo-Nazis' there are, but they sound like they fit." he smiled warmly, something he had drilled into his own mind. His father always told him to treat a women with respect. He might overdo it and come off as either a nobleman or flirtatious, but he kept the original idea at heart. That's what matters, right?

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Jordan laughed again. "You forgot about tea time. Oh and our slumber party." Jordan joked… "I really just want to get this over with, I'm making a new energy force and It is earth shattering If it works, I'm busy as hell running around to get this done." He said to Furry. Jordan was really dedicated to his work.

Valentina chuckled softly to herself at the younger teen, aware of what he was talking about. She had read his research and thought that while the energy force was an interesting concept, it would be unable to withstand any severe amount of oppositional force. It would be helpful to thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of people but the type of energy forces that Stark Industries dealt with needed to be nearly indestructible. While her father would have interjected these thoughts she managed to show some restraint and keep it to herself. The time would come for the two of them to discuss such things, since it was obvious that the pair were clearly above the rest as far as intelligence was concerned.

"The Notebook, anyone?" Lark shook her head with a chuckled and then swiveled her chair back to look at Lively. "Look, I'm not saying we couldn't do it, but don't ya think this may turn out to be a bit of a disaster?"

“There’s no question about it. It’s going to be a disaster.” Val commented dryly, relaxing back in her chair as though she had not a care in the world.

Lively glared from Val to Lark and then back again. Lark could see an almost wicked grin playing on the woman's face. "Well we'll see. Won't we?"

Lark shook her head. "Kitty, c'mon, you know as well as everyone in this room does that these two," Lark jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the two guys, but did not turn to face them, "Are most likely going to end up killing each other."

Again, Lark saw that Lively had a smirk playing on her features. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."


“I hate to break it to you, but at the rate they’re going there isn’t going to be a bridge to cross.” Val added, looking over her shoulder towards the boys though her real attention was on Braego. From what she could tell he would be the first to snap in the group. A shame, really, because he certainly was handsome.. in a brutish-godly sort of way.

Her attention was torn away from Braego and to the door as, low and behold, the boy wonder entered the room. She knew at once that he would be the ‘golden boy’ of their group; tall, blonde, and handsome he had an air of charisma about him that the other two men did not. Braego was all testosterone and heat while Jordan was the intelligent kid. It was interesting to see how well they all fit into the moulds of their parents.

Zach looked around the room, taking note of everyone, but she noticed that his eyes fell on her for significantly longer than the others. She was not unaccustomed to attention, especially not when wearing this particular suit, and simply raised one dark brow at him as if to say, ‘And how can I help you?’

"What'd I miss?" he asked without a hint of guilt for being late.

"Well, Rogers, our parents our busy doing whatever the hell it is they need to do, so we've gotta deal with some ex-Neo-Nazis who're making some kind of weapon of mass destruction," she did her best to fill the young man in, hoping she didn't leave anything out.


“You see, that’s how you give us a run down.” Val said over her shoulder to Fury and Lively, “Short, to the point, and a little sarcastic. Perfect way to capture one’s attention.” She said, giving them a sweet smile that she clearly did not mean. Though it was all good fun to meet the other teens she was an exceptionally busy person and couldn’t help but feel like time was being wasted.

"Is that all?"

Valentina looked back towards Zach as he spoke and locked eyes with him, the silence stretching across the room. She laughed, a soft bell like sound, and flicked her hand in the air in a non-chalant way, “Yes, but the real problem isn’t going to be the weapon of mass destruction. It’s going to be each other. What a charming little group we make.” She said, taking a look around the room again. Momentarily she wondered if S.H.I.E.L.D. had guards stationed outside the door if a fight broke out, as she was sure they expected, but the thought vanished as Zach spoke.

"H.Y.D.R.A, I'm assuming? I don't know how much 'ex-Neo-Nazis' there are, but they sound like they fit." he smiled warmly, something he had drilled into his own mind.

“A great and accurate assumption, Zach. You get the gold star for the day.” Valentina commented teasingly. Though he had not introduced himself she knew his name through her own research. In fact, he had been one of the easiest to find information about.

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"Me? Seriously?" he pointed to himself and acted as though it surprised him, though he didn't hold on the sarcasm. "I'm surprised anyone here knows my name. I didn't really do much to get me noticed." Zach admitted. It wasn't as if he went about saving the day like his father. In fact, he never once helped his father. His father preferred it that way, his mother did even more.

"I assume everyone else has introduced each other?" he noticed Stark had been looking directly at him. Of course, he wasn't intimidated, but he could tell she wasn't either. Then again, Zach didn't really give off an intimidating aura anyways... "I guess I'll introduce myself." he began and moved his vision way from the Stark. "I'm Zachary Rogers, and I'm a bad-ass." he smirked. If he was going to be working with these super-humans and Demigods, then he may as well stay true to his own character.

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Character Portrait: Freya Foster Character Portrait: Valentina Stark Character Portrait: Braego Thorson Character Portrait: Skylark Barton Character Portrait: Zachary Rogers Character Portrait: Jordan Banner (Brute)
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Lark's head flew up at the sound of another entering the room. His gaze swept the room, lingering on Stark. Honestly, Lark was starting to envy the girl a bit. She was gorgeous and everyone in the room seemed to know it, including her. Lark knew she was good looking herself, and she could get men to do her bidding for her after her mother's lessons, but Stark seemed to take the cake on this one. If only Lark was taller than five foot...

Lark shook her head and looked up as Captain America's son introduced himself as a 'bad-ass'. Lark half-snorted-half-laughed at him. "And oh-so modest. I bet all the ladies swoon when they see you," she said sarcastically. In a way, Lark liked the manly aspect of some guys, but when it got to being a plain ol' ass like this guy, Lark stayed far away.

Lively cleared her throat a couple of times as she was clearly effectively being ignored. She cleared it once more very loudly and looked around in annoyance. "Look, quite honestly I don't care if you hate each others' guts, but right now we have a situation on our hands that we thought six children of superheroes could handle without killing each other. Maybe we were wrong." Lively paused a moment, sighed, and then continued, "How 'bout this. You six do this one mission and save and afterward I give you full permission to beat each other to a pulp."

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"Nah, they don't. But I like to pretend-it makes me feel better." he gave a small laugh after he replied to the girl. Besides him, she seemed to be the only other person who wasn't invincible to a shot to the head. Sure, Stark could die like that, but she had her suit. Iron...something, just like her father. Everyone else was either a god or a monster. Truthfully, he was not real high up on the food chain, were they to get into a royal rumble or the sort. Zach happened to be somewhat of a realist. He wouldn't challenge Thor's son to a arm wrestling match and he most definetly wouldn't pick a fight with Banner's son. Personally, he felt useless.

That being said, he didn't take the thought of sparring with the Black Widow's daughter out of his mind. Surely she taught her daughter something, and from what he heard, Black Widow 'fucked shit up'. Or so his father commented once. It was rare for his father to use profanity, but that was one of the exceptions. Looking towards her, he decided to stay more in tune with his nicer, more mature side. In hindsight, he may have come off as an ass.

"I'm kidding about the bad-ass part, by the way." he started. "I look forward to working with everyone here." his last statement was fully true. Even if he did feel like he wouldn't be the biggest help, he did respect the other's abilities and working with them was a little bit of an honor.

Suddenly, he heard a women choking. He turned his head towards the owner, but it turned out she was just clearing her throat.

"Look, quite honestly I don't care if you hate each other's guts, but we now have a situation on our hands that we thought six children of superheroes could handle without killing each other. Maybe we were wrong." She paused.

"Maybe." Zach thought to himself. Personally, he didn't hate anyone here, but he was late so maybe he missed something.

"How about this. You six do this one mission and afterwards I give you full permission to beat each other to a pulp."

That last line really rustled Zach's jimmies. Almost as much as when he was accepted into an RP about Avengers 2.0 and the Admin didn't change his position to 'taken'. (hinting something, btw) As immature as he could be sometimes, Zach can be a mature person when he wants. Right now, he thought that petty fights against people who were supposed to be 'allies' was very immature and the fact that she just 'accepted' that irritated him.

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Braego's impatience had been building since the group started joking about slumber parties. He'd remained silent hoping they would work out their laughs on their own so they could all get down to business but apparently that was not going to happen. As for the son of the legendary Captain America, Braego didn't know what to make of the man. A part of him wanted to punch him while the other part wanted to get a drink with him, he reminded Braego of himself. The son of Thor figured he would have little trouble calling this Zachary an ally as long as he proved himself in the fight to come. Finally unwilling to waste another moment Braego lifted his mighty weapon and shouldered it as he took a step forward, his temper flaring. Not so much in impatience but in anger. The way every seemed to damn this group before they had even left the building had wore his resolve thin. His anger seemed to find a focus on the seemingly ever smirking Ms. Lively.

"I've had enough of your disingenuous assumptions Ms. Lively. We gathered here are the heirs to your mightiest heroes yet you speak to us like common rabble. When this day is done you shall see our might."

Braego turned back only for a moment to rest his gaze on each of the members around him. He honestly doubted their ability to work as a cohesive unit but if their lineage was any measure their individual strengths must have been substantial. He turned back with a fire roaring in his eyes.

"You've assembled us all here this day to fight the battle you are too weak fight on your own. Now stand aside and let us save your realm."

With that Braego turned and strode away from her. Past the Son of the Hulk, past the daughter of the assassins, past his own kin, past the son of the great Captain, and finally past the alluring daughter of Iron man. Braego looked at none of them. His eyes seemingly locked on the battle to come. The son of the champion of Asgard sought glory in Midgard and today he would find it.

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Zach instantly noticed an air about Thor's son, (Which he would later find out was actually Thorson) that said he wanted to get shit done. This wasn't bad, in fact, the team was procrastinating a bit too much (Possible Zach's fault to begin with but...). Banner's son however... Banner's son had a cocky air about him, it wasn't like Zach's or even like Stark's, it was his own. Like he was confident in his ability to just plainly beat the shit out of everyone here. Comparing that to 'Merica's own cockiness (which was just part of his personality and nothing else) or Stark's (Which wasn't in her ability to fight as much as it was being beautiful, rich and intelligent), you could tell he was thinking about something.

Just then, the Hulkster spoke up.

"Is the valiant warrior getting impatient?"

This jab at the mighty son of an Asgardian hero set him off. Or at least, almost did. Suprisingly, the mini-god or demi-god or whatever decided against beating the green machine to a pulp. Rogers had a feeling this was only because of the "normal" people around. As the pissed off Braego walked out the doors of the room and towards the exit, (Without looking at anybody) his sister quickly followed. As they returned, it was clear that she "diffused the situating".

"She must be the only thing keeping him from punching or beating everything to death around here." the little captain thought to himself. After taking that mental note, he walked towards the front of the room so as to draw the attention of the others.

"As much as I'd prefer to watch a fight I've only heard about from my father-whom wasn't even there and had to hear it from the might Thor- I believe that we need to work as a team. Even if they can be assholes," he shifted his eyes to Fury. "S.H.E.I.L.D doesn't just call upon us for no reason. Lets do this like good, mature humans, gods and monsters and after kicking a bit of ass, we can beat whoever or whatever we want." he reasoned.

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A broad grin dawned on Braego's face after Zack finished speaking.

"Now that is a plan I would drink too."

He said with a hearty laugh. Braego was beginning to like this charismatic son of the Captain. He would be interested to see how he held up in battle. Braego took a step back and leaned against the wall as he folded his arms over his chest. Braego was a warrior, in the truest meaning of the word. As far as he was concerned as long as they could hold their own in this fight to come they would all survive the day. If he had to make a wager he assumed they would be able to do more than merely hold their own but he'd never fought beside warriors of Midgard before. From he could tell Skylark had no unique abilities to call her own, merely expert training. The beast had his strength. Rogers was just a tad more than mere man. Then there was the Stark girl. Braegos eyes drifted over to her sultry frame and lingered there but a moment. She was beautiful for certain but beauty did not win battles. For all her confidence Braego hoped he would not have to pick up what was left of her when the killing starts. Their enemies will not show mercy on them and they could not afford to do any less. That meant blood and that meant death. The son of Thor wondered if the others gathered here understood that.

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((OOC: Sorry guys, this is a bit rushed, but again, I suck at explanations.))

Lark looked around the room at everyone, seeing that she and Stark were the only two still sitting down. Lark raised an eyebrow over at Stark, but didn't say anything, silently passing a sarcastic joke over to her. Lark simply smiled, only wishing that she had some popcorn to go along with the show. Rogers went to the head of the table and spoke up to the team.

Lively looked at Rogers and nodded stiffly before speaking, "Alright, this house is on the edge of a cliff which dips down into a canyon and then back up on the other side. We can have them seeing the helicarrier and getting suspicious, so we're dropping you off at the other side. From there, you'll have jet packs if needed to get you to the other side. The assignment is to get in, get the weapon or weapons, and get out by any means necessarily. However, we'd prefer no huge explosions as not to blow the cliff side up. We will be there to extract the weapons and you at the location once this has been done."

Lark snorted and thought to herself that maybe this was a little much, but she had heard of S.H.I.E.L.D. using this brute, 'by any means necessary' force before. Her father always hated it, but her mother wasn't too worried about it. Lark looked around the room. A arrogant super soldier, an even more arrogant and gorgeous genius, the brilliant Green Giant, two demi-gods, and her, a child of two assassins. 'This is going to work perfectly,' Lark thought bitterly to herself.

Lark sighed and leaned back even further in her chair. "So, let's get this straight. First time meeting each other and we're being dropped off in the middle of nowhere to break into a top secret former Nazi base and gather weapons of mass destruction and bring them back here."

Lively looked over at Fury and then back around the table before looking at Lark. "Then I guess you know what you're doing."

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((Hey, this is my first RP where it's required to at least have a paragraph. I'm used to one or two sentences. :D))

After hearing the mission, Zach was satisfied. In fact, he was moreso satisfied that the son of Thor was in a tad bit better moon than he previously was. Fighting amongst allies was one of the things Zach just found out he hated. Guess it's the father in him.

"So, let's get this straight. First time meeting each other and we're being dropped off in the middle of nowhere to break into a top secret form Nazi base and gather weapons of mass destruction and bring them back here?" the daughter of Black Widow and Hawkeye made sure she got that right.

"Yeah, that about sums it up." he commented.

"Then I guess you know what you're doing." Lively stated.

"I assume we'll be leaving sometime today? I'd rather not delay if possible." he sighed. "All this talk about fighting and no fights to be had is really boring."

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Valentina listened as Zach introduced himself as a bad-ass and immediately laughed, obviously amused by his arrogance. She had not met someone who had introduced themselves as a bad ass before, mostly because if they truly deserved the name they wouldn’t say it out loud. She cast Lark an approving smile at the cutting remark she shot in Zach’s direction but said nothing herself. There was little point in berating the man further, though she knew her father would have. Thankfully she had gotten some of her mother’s sense to balance out the vast amount of her father’s characteristics that she possessed.

"Look, quite honestly I don't care if you hate each others' guts, but right now we have a situation on our hands that we thought six children of superheroes could handle without killing each other. Maybe we were wrong." Lively paused a moment, sighed, and then continued, "How 'bout this. You six do this one mission and save and afterward I give you full permission to beat each other to a pulp."

“Count me out of that last part. I have better things to do than sit around and watch you boys wrestle.” Valentina commented, sea-foam colored eyes looking over at the three men cooly. It was obvious that the majority of the group was getting seriously agitated by the situation and lack of direction of the meeting, but Val was finding it quite amusing to see everyone interact. The most irritated person of the group, without a doubt, was Braego. She noticed the color rising in his face and knew that he was going to snap. In precaution she traced her finger in a circle on her exposed chest, right in the center. It was there that the electromagnet was implanted, but she had developed a small holographic screen on it that would cover it and make it appear as though nothing was there. She was not embarrassed of it, but sometimes she liked other parts of her upper body to be the center of attention. Another thing that she had added to the cybernetic technology was a honing system, so that when she traced the circumference of the magnet and then pressed down at the center of it her suit would be called to her. It was similar to the way that Captain America and his son could recall their weapons. She obviously couldn’t carry the suit around with her at all times, which was another reason for developing a newer suit.

"I've had enough of your disingenuous assumptions Ms. Lively. We gathered here are the heirs to your mightiest heroes yet you speak to us like common rabble. When this day is done you shall see our might… You've assembled us all here this day to fight the battle you are too weak fight on your own. Now stand aside and let us save your realm."

Valentina listened to him speak and, for the first time in quite some time, was actually silent not out of choice but out of shock. The man certainly was passionate, she would give him that much, and undeniably sexy in an ‘I-control-the-lightning-and-can-crush-you-to-a-pulp-with-my-toe’ sort of way. Yet his thirst for battle still irritated her and reminded her of a bull, blind with rage.

"Is the valiant warrior getting impatient?" Jordan asked mockingly.

Valentina watched closely to what happened next, finger tips resting on the electromagnet in case she needed to get her suit quickly. If a Hulk and Demi-God wanted to fight things were going to get rough fast. Braego surprised her, however, and managed to hold his temper in part due to the nervous guards surrounding the room. He took off, his sister following, and Val lowered her hand and rolled her eyes, “It’s like high school all over again. Do they never get tired of it?” She muttered in annoyance, referring to a man’s need to constantly be better than anyone around them and pick fights to become the dominant one.

Finally the brother and sister returned and then the golden boy gave a little heart-warming speech. Braego seemed to enjoy it, saying he would ‘drink to it’, and she looked at him as he leaned against the wall sizing everyone up. He stared at her for a moment, expression slightly curious and unimpressed, and she felt the first sting of irritation of the meeting. It was obvious he thought she was a liability, but she could not wait to prove him wrong.

Lark looked around the room at everyone, seeing that she and Stark were the only two still sitting down. Lark raised an eyebrow over at Stark, but didn't say anything, silently passing a sarcastic joke over to her.

Val caught the smile and chuckled to herself, liking the girl more which was rare for the brunette, but then looked up to the front as Lively explained the mission. As the others spoke, Val considered the information that was given to them and spoke up after a moment, “What about the designs, calculations, and formulas for the weapons?” She questioned, one brow raised in suspicion, “Do you want me to get all that from the computers as well or are you simply looking to get a handful of useful and ready to use weapons?” The young woman asked, pushing her chair up and standing. Her long dark hair tumbled over her shoulders as she faced Lively and Fury, “If we just take the weapons they can make more. I can get into their data base and wipe it clean. They won’t be able to even play solitaire after I’m done. “

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"They won't be able to even play solitaire after I'm done."

"Pssh! Solitaire? Who plays that? All about Minecraft." Zach commented. When it came to video games, Zach didn't play games on the computer much, but the one game he did play was the one he voiced. He took a seat across from both the ladies. Something Zach had picked up from his mother was how to read faces. His mother was an ex-detective and reading faces was something she was good at. When he looked upon both of the women seated, he could tell both of them were not what he wanted.

His eyes first passed over on Skylarke, who without his face-reading skills would be able to read. Not because her face gave way to her emotions or something like that. No, her mother was known for her 'seductive skills'. This of course was Zach's weakness, one he knew of but couldn't do anything about yet. As such, any non-mission related chat was to be kept to a minimal. He could tell that if she wanted anything from him, she wouldn't hesitate to use her inherited skills.

When his eyes turned towards the Stark, he realized that he didn't even need the skills to read her in terms of personality. It was no secret that Iron Brod liked to have dance offs with her pants off, and while at the moment, he didn't have anything important she didn't already know, he may later and he found himself figuring the same thing as the little widow.

Of course, this all took place within about a second. For some reason, he had put more thought into which seat he should take than he did in what clothes he should wear and what food he ate for breakfast. And so, he took his seat and promptly let out a sarcastic laugh.

"I think me and at least one other person -or god- can agree that we should get a move on. I know for a fact that you-" he looked into Valentina's eyes. "-have a communication device in your handy dandy suit, so any other information you need can be given while we're on our way."

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"Then lets make haste then. We won't be able to talk the enemies of Midgard to death."

Braego said in response to Zach's words. As if on cue the doors to the room were pushed open and two S.H.I.E.L.D agents entered the room. One addressed the group with a calm and almost stoic tone.

"Right this way. You will be leaving via hangar bay D where we have a fully stocked armory for those of you that need it. For those that don't your individual equipment is waiting for you."

Braego cast a quick glance to his sister before looking up at the agent.

"Very well, lead on."

He realized he had taken a few steps without the team before he paused and turned around. Their eyes upon him Braego looked at each and every one of them until his gaze fell on Valentina. His eyes locking within the crystaline hue of her own. He had been studying her and he knew she had been doing the same. Her ingenious mind seemingly ever in motion. Finally he gave voice to his minds concerns. He wondered how'd she do in a fight. Now was the time to find out. A smirk etched its way onto his face before he spoke.

"You coming?"

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"Then lets make haste then. We won't be able to talk the enemies of Midgard to death."

Zach switched his glance over to Braego. "That's a valid point. Lets get our shit into gear then!" Zach was beginning to like the god. He stood up. As he did, the doors opened, revealing two S.H.I.E.L.D agents. As soon as they mentioned an armory, he got pumped. "Finally! I wonder if they have an ACR...." he thought aloud. He had never used one in real life, but he liked how they looked in the games he played, so he wanted to try it out.

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Lively nodded to Stark and said strictly, with a hint of knowing in her voice, "You stop those machines by any means necessary." Lark raised an eyebrow again, but didn't say anything, realizing that Stark could probably shut down every computer in the world if she wanted to.

Lark stood up as well, although she was a bit slower than the rest, almost wishing she had stayed in bed. Lark yawned, stretched, and slung her brown leather jacket one. She quickly unzipped her duffel, strapped her knife and gun onto her thighs and slung her quiver of arrows onto her back. She snatched her folded silver bow out of the duffel and then headed out the door after the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Lively, and Fury. The 'team' walked down the hall before coming to a large enclosed garage of sorts. Inside were two rather large helicarriers and Lark gave the one closest to them a curious look before looking back at Lively who was in front of them. Out of the corner of her eye, Lark saw Fury dissappear out one of the side doors, most likely going to do something top secret.

Lively began to talk and Lark had to tear her gaze away from the giant helicarrier to listen in on what Lively was saying. "Remember, any means necessary." And with that, Lively was walking to the other side of the carrier to most likely sit up in the front with the pilots, and the six teenagers were being herded into the helicarrier by a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents dressed in black. Lark complied and walked slowly up the ramp and into the carrier. Inside, there were enough benches to most likely fit half of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Lark silently wondered what they normally used these things for.

Lark sat on one of the benches and looked around the helicarrier at the team. There was no doubt in her mind that she was probably one of the weaker ones physically of the team, but she had absolutely no problem with that. Her parents had been the exact same way, simply very skilled assassins, and yet they could kill any man with their bare hands. Lark gave herself a satisfied smile and began to play with her silver bow.

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Nevermind.

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Braego, along with the others, was led into the belly of one of the massive S.H.I.E.L.D helicarriers. While the others prepped for the battle soon to be Braego merely took a seat and waited. He had all he needed. The bane of Jotunheim was firmly in his grasp. Beyond that he his had the strength of his own two hands and the gifts granted to him by his Asgardian bloodline. As he'd said to his mother back on Asgard, there were few threats Midgard could muster that gave him pause. The son of Thor watched Skylark ready her bow as the others prepared in their own ways. Braego closed his eyes and tried to find a calm before the storm. This form of Battle Meditation was a technique taught to him by his mother, the Goddess of War. She had said that there was a time for fury and rage and there was a time for concentration and stillness. She had warned many times, drilling into the boy during his youth not to allow his lust for battle to consume him in a fight. It would make him reckless and predictable. Instead she wished him to use his rage like a weapon to be sheathed and unsheathed as needed. To release the storm and rain terror upon his opponents but not to do so carelessly. To use precision and patience when the time was right, to wait for the perfect time to pounce. Learning to quiet your heart and spirit before a fight was a great way to still yourself and connect your mind and body before battle. Braego fell into a solemn silence as he concentrated on finding that eye of the storm where peace could be found before unshackling the fury of his tempest heart.

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"Pssh! Solitaire? Who plays that? All about Minecraft." Zach commented.

She looked over at him, dark brows raised slightly, “Minecraft?” She said incredulously, trying to decide whether or not he was being serious. Something told her that he was serious, though, and she supposed he had to have some hobby if he wasn’t doing much else. What information she could find about him seemed to suggest he wasn’t keen on helping save the world like his father. She guessed he was too busy playing videogames.

"I think me and at least one other person -or god- can agree that we should get a move on. I know for a fact that you-" he looked into Valentina's eyes. "-have a communication device in your handy dandy suit, so any other information you need can be given while we're on our way."

“I do? And to think I thought I was simply hearing voices. That makes much more sense.” Val said jokingly, standing up and ready to get going. She knew all she needed to about the mission and could find out more during the flight if she needed. Looks like Chad would have to be a little lonely tonight because it didn’t seem likely that she would be back in Seattle anytime soon.

Finally things began to get interesting as the doors opened and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents lead filled them in on what would be happening next. She heard that her suit would be on the ship, unconsciously grazing the electromagnet with the tips of her fingers, and nodded, “Good.” She said simply. As useful as her brain was to this mission, she wouldn’t be any use in battle without the suit.

"You coming?"

She was already walking when Braego had spoken and so she cast him a look over her shoulder, full lips pulled into a confident grin, “Of course. I wouldn’t miss this for anything. Besides, I’d like to see your face when you see what I can do.” She said boldly, turning back around with a flash of long dark hair and strolled after the others.

Within a few minutes they were boarding the helicarrier, which Val though was far too massive for this particular mission. Instead of voicing those thoughts, however, her keen eyes quickly searched for the case containing her suit. She spotted it a yard away and quickly made her way over to it, heels clicking loudly on the metal floor. It was a black metal suit case, a few inches thick than a business man’s brief case, and had a screen on top that required her identification to open. Through new advances in technology she had been able to get the suit into the tiny box and significantly reduce it's weight while inside of it. With her new design it would be even smaller.

“Miss Stark, you’ll need to sit down.” An agent said, walking up to her and gesturing to the back of the large ship where the others were taking their seats.

She turned, case in hand, and gave him a small flirtatious smile, “Look, handsome, I need to beat some bad guys to a pulp in a very tight fitting iron suit quite soon. Do you think that is going to be very easy when I’m dressed like this?” Valentina asked, gesturing to her long bare legs, heels, and short skirt. There was no way she could get into the suit dressed like this and she had a feeling that stripping down to her underwear infront of her team would not be the best idea after first meeting them. Maybe on the second mission.

The man flushed slightly, clearing his throat and looking away, “Uh, yes, well if you’d like to change you need to do it quickly. There is a small artillery room just over there that you could use.” He suggested, avoiding her unabashed gaze.

“Perfect.” She said brightly and turned on the spot, walking quickly towards the room. Val opened the door, stepped inside with her case, and then pulled it shut tightly behind her. The walls were covered with various weapons but she didn’t have time to consider them. She needed to get changed before the helicarrier took off.

Val pressed one hand on her chest over the electromagnet and placed her other hand on the screen on the top of the case which immediately opened at her touch. Inside was her suit, a curious mass of gold and red that would assemble itself on her body at the touch of her cybernetic technology, and on the lid of the case was folded a black body suit and boots she had designed specifically to wear with the suit. Though the suit would work if she wore normal clothing, it worked far better with the thinnest amount of clothing possible so that the suit could respond through her nerves. It was extremely advanced and her father had been quite impressed with the design.

Wasting no more time she stripped down, folding the clothing and putting it back inside the flap in the case, and pulled on the skin tight body suit and boots. When finished she shut the case, tossing her voluminous dark hair over her shoulder, and walked back out of the room with a smooth confident stride. After a moment she was back with her team (what an odd idea) and placed the case on the floor next to her. She chose the seat next to Lark who was playing with a stunning silver bow.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." Valentina said, more to herself than to anyone else, and crossed her long legs while relaxing back into the seat waiting for the helicarrier to take off.

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Zach had been looking through a metal box with all of his equipment (Save for his sword) in it. He checked thrice to make sure it had everything. Gloves, check. Helmet, Check. Pants, check. Suit, check. Shield?...check. He was good. His sword was propped up next to the box. He grinned as he saw everything was there.

"Now, where to change?..." he mumbled to himself. He looked surveyed the room for a few seconds before his question was answered.

“Uh, yes, well if you’d like to change you need to do it quickly. There is a small artillery room just over there that you could use.” He suggested, avoiding her unabashed gaze.

It appeared that Stark was to change first. So, he began fiddling around with his gear for a bit. He started by checking to make sure his shield and sword's magnetic devices worked. They did, but that was to be expected by something made by a Stark. Can't say they aren't useful, can't say that at all. After that was finished, he began swinging Peacemaker (Far enough from everybody of course) in different ways. This stretched his arms a bit for the upcoming battle. His swings weren't that of a novice in the art of swordsmanship. No, it was that of someone who had learned it for longer than he had-a master. Zach had always learned things rather quickly, something he attributed to his powers.

After a couple of minutes, Stark entered the room in a rather appetizing outfit. Zach's eyes were locked onto her mores than they usually were, and the apparel she had on didn't help him avert them. When she went and sat next to Lark, Thorson commented on her outfit. To Zach, it sounded flirtatious in some way. Strangely, this subtely upset the Zach, but he didn't let it show. If he did, it'd probably make himself look like an ass. It wasn't like Stark shared any interest in him. In fact, she probably only had interest in her mother and father. But, at least that was something.

He wasted no time getting dressed in the artillery room, which was filled with a plethora of weapons, most of which, were prototypes which weren't available to even the military. Only a couple minutes passed and he was good to go. He stepped out of the room and back into the one filled with his new allies.

"So, how do I look?" he asked his comrades. It was actually his first time wearing it, and it fit perfectly. He decided to have a Kevlar Vest under it, in case a bullet managed to reach him. He wasn't concerned about it, but there was always the chance, and he wasn't Thor or Iron Man.