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((OOC: In case you haven't noticed, I'm not great when it comes to explaining things, but this idea was created in full by Bromander. (: Thank you so much.))

Lark looked at the guy asking Lively what threat faced 'Midgard' and guessed that he was the son of Thor, since he was talking like that. Lark smiled over at him, thinking that he was sorta cute, and mentally made a note to introduce herself to him later. Lark looked back at Lively, sighed, and said sarcastically, "Yeah, c'mon Kitty, lose your tongue." Lark was effectively ignored as Lively looked to Fury and then back around the room.

"Many years ago, HYDRA was a top secret Nazi organization that some of you know Captain America fought against." Lively paused and looked over at Fury whispering, "That reminds me, wasn't Captain America's son supposed to be here?"

Fury simply shrugged, looking indifferent, and waved for Lively to go on. "We'll bring him up to speed when and if he gets here."

Lively nodded and leaned on the table, getting herself back on topic. "Most think that HYDRA died after Captain America was done with it, and though it is no longer a Nazi organization, they are still doing experiments and fabricating weapons that could possible be used for mass destruction." She stopped and clicked a button on a small remote, causing a fuzzy picture of a building set into the side of a cliff pop up on the television screen. "This is the main base of HYDRA where we think that they are creating one of these weapons of mass destruction. We do not know exactly what this weapon or weapons are, but we do know that it is dangerous as many HYDRA weapons are." Lively paused and looked around with stern eyes. "We need you to destroy whatever this machine or machines are before they decide to use it."

Lively ended her speech and looked over at Fury. As she did this, Lark caught Lively giving Fury a quick smirk as if the two knew something more than they were actually telling them, but then in a second it was gone and Lively was giving them that same stern look. Lark felt a bit curious and suspicious at the same time. Her father had said that they were only there to assess their skills. Lark thought that sending them on a mission this fast was more a mistake than an assessment. Unless, maybe, Fury and Lively really did know what was in that base and just weren't telling them. Lark shook that feeling off and sighed, giving everyone in the room her trademark crooked grin. "Hey, what's one little weapon of mass destruction, right?"

"HYDRA." Jordan said, his father knew scientists that worked there. He had helped them with something. Jordan felt bad now, his father may be involved with this, that wasn't good. Jordan stood up. "When do we have to leave?" Jordan asked, he knew he had no choice or hand in this matter, and plus, it's stopping a possibly world ending device.

Jordan would be good for it, unlike his father he had control of himself in his... giant form. Jordan smiled, it would be easy, no one has to die, just pull the plug on the machine, and no one has to get hurt. rite?

Valentina looked up through thick lashes to see that Braego, the son of Thor, was looking at her. She gave him a half smile, nothing too flirtatious or inviting, and turned her attention back to the two S.H.I.E.L.D. representatives at the front of the room where the Avengers logo hovered. Braego was extremely attractive, no doubt about it, but she already knew all she needed to about him: arrogant, muscle-brained, and always looking for an excuse to fight. She also knew full well that her father and Thor had not gotten along very well, but that could have been said for nearly everyone that her father met.

A moment later Fury launched into an explanation on why they were called to S.H.I.E.L.D., but unlike the others, her attention was not on the screen. She casually looked about the room, listening and watching the physical responses of everyone as the true reason behind their gathering was explained. To everyone she would have looked completely unconcerned, but she was actually intently studying everyone and everything in the room. The problem with being as intelligent as she was, was that she could not shut it off. She was constantly doing calculations, sizing people up, and so on. It had its benefits, but sometimes it was a little much.

Jordan Banner was furious and she watched him with interest, curious to know whether or not he actually had control over changing into his alter-ego, so to speak. She had read that he had the power to change as he pleased, but she wondered if he got agitated enough if he would be unable to stop the transformation.

Across the room she noticed Braego and his sister whispering about what was being said to them. She caught a long dark wave of hair between her fingers and twirled it waiting for someone to speak. Normally she would have interrupted everyone and had her say, but she wanted to figure out the dynamic of the room before she completely destroyed it.

"This is Kit Lively. While I'm over there making sure that your parents don't kill each other, Ms. Lively will be hear making sure that you don't kill each other."

With that, Lively stepped up to the plate and nodded curtly. "You all have conflicting personalities just as your parents, but I believe that if they can work together, so can you."

Val smiled in amusement seriously doubting that this crew could work together. She for one didn’t play well with others, and it was obvious that the same could be said for the others in the room. Though she had not met the boy wonder, also known as Captain America’s son, she doubted she would be too impressed with him either.

"Yeah. We're off to a great start," she said sarcastically. Lively glared at her and then back at the rest of them. "Look you don't have to like it, but you must care at least a little about this world." Lark chuckled, but bit her tongue to keep herself from making another sarcastic comment.

She was unable to stop herself from laughing at Lark’s response and she cast the brunette a look of agreement, finally finding someone in the room that she liked somewhat though she supposed that could change in a flash.

Braego and Jordan voiced their concerns about the information, Jordan less eloquently than Braego, and soon Lively launched into an explanation of their mission. This was what Val had been waiting for, all the previous information could have been figured out by a child.

Turning in the chair, adjusting her skirt as it rode higher on her lean fair thighs, she listened intently as Lively spoke. So they were going after a HYDRA weapon? Her father had been aware that HYDRA was still functioning, but it was incredibly secretive and though he had enlisted his daughter’s help the pair of them had only been able to find out very basic information. It had been a while ago, the last time they had checked on HYDRA, and she supposed a lot could have changed since then.

Once Lively finished, Val noticed her give Fury a small smirk. Either there was more to the story or this was a test to see if the group could work together. If it was the later, she was certain they were not going to pass with flying colors.

"When do we have to leave?"

“Oh, come on now Jordan let’s not just rush into this. Maybe we should have a sharing circle first and braid each other’s hair. You know, really get to know each other before we race off to save the world.” Valentina commented with mock excitement, the first time she had spoken since the meeting had commenced, and turned in her chair to face Fury and Lively. Her expression clearly showed that she thought it was ridiculous to send all of them together on this mission. It was going to be a disaster and she wasn’t about to get herself killed because the boys wanted to have a pissing contest in the middle of the mission.

Jordan laughed at Valentina's remark. He looked at her and smiled, she was beautiful. Jordan laughed again. "You forgot about tea time. Oh and our slumber party." Jordan joked. He was happy there were other teens around for once, there was never anyone under thirty at SHIELD regularly, other than him of course. Jordan made a sipping motion with his hand as if he was drinking tea.

Jordan stopped being a fool for a bit and looked back at Furry. "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.

He was making a Banner Generator, as he called it, it ran off of light, like solar energy but artificial light worked to. And at night, it ran on heat, put it by a fire, put it by your body and it would keep working. Another part he wasa working on was a Banner Generator 2.0, it ran off of carbonmonixide, you breathe out and it charges. It was a brilliant Idea but he hadn't perfected it yet.

((OOC: Finally got our Captain America guys. Haha))

Lark laughed at the girl diagonal from her and replied sarcastically as well, "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?"

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."

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.

Freya had to hide a smile as the last addition to their motley crew showed up. He looked like he had some real swag. She laughed a bit, inaudible but it made her shoulders shake a bit. Since she'd already laughed at him, she took the liberty of filling him in. It was only fair. 

"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. She didn't think she did. 

"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?

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.

"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.

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."

"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.

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.

Jordan smirked when the son of Cap'n America came in, well that's what Jordan called captain america. He announced himself as a "badass" That made Jordan laugh. you think you're a baddass, wait till you see the Brute Jordan thought as he saw himself in his hulk form.

Then something finally Jordan liked. He could beat the crap out of any one who pissed him off after.

Then Brtaego freaked out, Jordan laughed at him. "Is the valiant warrior getting impatient?" Jordan asked mockingly.

"Is the valiant warrior getting impatient?"

The words found Braego's ears just as the Asgardians hands had reached the door with the intent to throw them open and leave for the mission at hand. The mocking tone, dripping with sarcasm made the young God cringe as he halted to a dead stop. His fists clenching slowly as he turned and locked his gaze on the young man. Visions of separating head from neck flashing in his mind.

"A true warrior does not shy away from battle whelp of the beast. He confronts it head on. Perhaps I should show you that."

Braego growled. He had a mind to teach the boy his lesson now but the obvious fear and concern radiating off the members of S.H.I.E.L.D in the room at having the two titans square off was palpable. While Braego lusted for combat he was not an animal. His eyes flicked to the nervous guards surrounding the room and breathed out a slow sigh of restraint. He allowed his anger to subside before speaking for the last time.

"Soon creature..."

He warned before turning and tossing the doors open. Braego walked down the dark hallway seeking an exit so he may begin the task assigned, with or without the team.

As soon as Jordan made his jab at Braego, Freya knew that one of two things was going to happen: either Jordan's body parts would be flying everywhere, or Braego would have enough sense to chill the fuck out. While, in truth, he hadn't chilled the fuck out, he separated himself from Jordan. But she had a gut feeling he was going to do something really stupid. 

Which is why she promptly stood up and power-walked out of that room (after fixing Jordan with a momentary death-glare) and after her brash older brother. As soon as she caught up to him in the hallway, she seized his wrist. Although he could have immediately ripped his wrist from her grasp, she hoped he'd stay cool long enough to hear her out. 

"Braego. Listen. I know Jordan's an ass, and I know that you're pissed that everyone's goofing around and not getting down to business, but don't do anything stupid. Really. If you try to do it by yourself, I have a gut feeling something bad's gonna happen to you. Which is why you're not going. You're going right back into that room, and that Lively woman's going to tell us everything else we need to know, and then, as a team, we are going to complete this mission. Okay?" She gave a pleading look after her rant, trying to appeal to the logical Braego. 

Braego's mind was a tempest as he walked but the light, cooling touch of his sisters hand on his wrist stilled the storm raging within him. He paused and listened to her words in silence.

"Braego. Listen. I know Jordan's an ass, and I know that you're pissed that everyone's goofing around and not getting down to business, but don't do anything stupid. Really. If you try to do it by yourself, I have a gut feeling something bad's gonna happen to you. Which is why you're not going. You're going right back into that room, and that Lively woman's going to tell us everything else we need to know, and then, as a team, we are going to complete this mission. Okay?"

Braego looked away in shame and ran his hand through his hair.

"You're right Freya... I fear I'll need your help and guidance in Midgard more then I thought. I did not mean to shame you sister."

Braego turned and gave his sister an apologetic half smile.

"I promise I will at least try to not crush Banner's son."

Freya gave a small laugh. "Close enough," she said. Turning around, she jerked her head in the direction of the room. "Now that you're all chill, let's get back to the crew." With that, she led her brother back to the room, confident now that he'd calmed down. She stood by the seat she'd been previously occupying and fixed a sharp gaze on Lively.

"Now then. Lively. Is there anything else of life-and-death importance you'd wish to share? Because if not, I think we should be on our merry way."

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.

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.

((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."

((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."

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. “

"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."

"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?"