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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?"

"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.

((OOC: Grrrr I think I'm too slow for you guys (:...))

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.

Nevermind.

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.

"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.

The clicking of Valentina's heels sounded off in Braego's mind and broke through his thinly held together shield of meditation. Finding his warriors centered state was never easy for him and was even more so when beautiful women were afoot. He tensed his jaw and forced himself to keep his eyes closed as he tried to concentrate. Minutes later Stark's voice broke through his minds barriers, for a second time interrupting his meditation. His eyes flicked open in annoyance and his jaw almost went slack at the sight seated before him. Her long, shapely legs, crossed casually as she leaned back in her seat. A revealing, skin tight black suit clung to every inch of her curvaceous body setting Braegos mind to run wild with imaginings. If it were not for the approaching battle it surely would have. While Braego did not much approve of her choice of combat attire he couldn't help but allow a little of the dashing prince of Asgard to seep through his so far prickly and aggressive exterior so far on display since arriving on Earth.

"I hope you don't intend to go into battle like that. Unless you're planing on luring men to their doom like the sirens of legend. For if that is your intent a beauty such as yours would make the world of man crumble."

Braego said, his words calm and bold with a hint of light hearted jest.

Valentina directed her gaze towards Braego as he spoke to her, lips pulling into an amused smile, "You do have a way with words, don't you?" She replied, straightening up and grabbing the case from the floor next to her, "I intend to go into battle wearing what's inside here. A little less sexy, mind you, but it gets the job done." The young woman explained with a playful shrug of her bare shoulders before placing the case on the seat next to her with greater care than she had done anything since arriving at S.H.I.E.L.D.

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.

Freya silently followed the others out to the hanger. She boarded the carrier, looking about in concealed wonder. She'd never been on this big of an aircraft before. She'd only been on one airplane her entire life. One. 

She stayed standing until What's-Her-Face Stark returned from changing. Dear god, was she trying to look like a slut? Freya raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Predictably, her brother had to comment. He was, after all, a man. 

Then came Rogers back from changing. Wow. How original. The outfit looked considerably similar to that of his father. It still looked pretty neat, though. She always sort of liked the outfit. Sort of. 

She supposed it was her own turn to change. She stepped into the same room that Stark had used to change. It was small. Lined with an assortment of weapons. None of which she had any intention of exploiting. Her own weapon was far more to her liking, as well as far more powerful. 

She grasped hold of her pendant, closed her eyes, and concentrated for a moment. When she opened them, she looked down to see that she was dressed in her own Asgardian armor. It was lightweight, yet strong and versatile. Perfect. The pendant had disappeared, and in her hands she held an intricate scythe, taller than she was. She didn't really need it just then, so she willed it back into pendant form, keeping her armor, and rejoined the group. Freya sat on a bench seat and gazes about, nothing in particular on her mind, save for the mission of course. 

Freya had returned in her armor, specially crafted for her by the smiths of Asgard and enchanted by archmages. The sight made her brother beam with pride. Finally the siblings would see a real battle together. He had waited for this day and now he would have it. She took her seat and he gave her a nod.

"You look ready to take on the great wolf Fenrir sister. Our enemies should be worried."

He said with a fiery grin. Just then the interior of the helicarrier began to hum as it lurched to life. The massive aircraft lifted off the ground and slowly elevated out of the launch bay until it rose into the clouds. Seconds later the marvel of modern technology engaged its cloaking feature and was began its journey to the mission location. All the while with its super cargo waiting down below waiting to be set loose on their first mission as a team.

Freya smiled at her older brother, crossed her legs, and leaned back. "Damn right they should be," she said. Moments later, the carrier lurched into motion, and they were airborne. "Hell, I doubt there's gonna be any left alive when we're through," she added. "This'll be a trip to tell the grandkids about." She toyed with her pendant, the hidden weapon. She couldn't wait to bring it to life and start the show. It was going to be great, she had a deep feeling, despite the fact that the crew didn't look like it would employ much teamwork.

Jordan felt bad about his comment, not because he thought the son of thor could hurt him but because he may have just made an enemy, thats why he hated the Avengers program, a bunch of arrogant people together isn't a good thing.

Jordan went to the heli-carrier and sat down, Everyone was getting suited up, he smiled. "No outfit needed." Jordan said at the guard who told them where to get changed. First, well Braego was already ready so Jordan sat at the other side of the air craft, When the Stark came in in her skin tight suit unlike braego Jordan laughed to himself. What a slut. Jordan thought.

Then Freya came back. She looked stunning in her armour, Jordan didn't say anything though. He jus sat there, he took his Black berry Torch out and put his head phones in, he listened to some physc up music. He listened to New Divide by Linkin Park. Then Zack left and came back, it was his dad's suit dyed red and black. Jordan smirked.

Jordan took one headphone out and he looked towards the cockpit. "When do we leave?" He asked.

The helicarrier soared in the sky on its way to the groups destination. The sun had long since set granting the unit the cover of darkness for the mission ahead. The remainder of the flight was uneventful as the team waited for news that they were close. Their patience payed off when the intercom sprang to life letting loose an announcment telling the team what they wanted to hear.

ETA TEN MINUETS. GROUND TEAM PREP FOR DEPARTURE.

Braego's eyes shot open from his silent mediation. His hand gripping the Bane of Jotunheim with vigor as he rose to his feet.

"Finally."

He said aloud.

((OOC: I'm off again for most of the day guys... Sorry, but I should be back on later tonight ... Maybe. Sorry ): ))

Lark looked over at Stark and almost chuckled to herself. The girl looked nearly outrageous in that skin-tight suit. Lark suppressed the chuckle and just smiled, shaking her head as Braego struck up a conversation with her. Lark had to admit that only a girl as cocky as Stark could pull that off though. Lark slung the quiver of specially made arrows off her back and onto her lap. She silently began to check each one, making sure that every one of them was ready and in their place. She had long ago learned the texture of each and every arrow in that quiver by heart and could tell you what each did with a blindfold on.

Content with the fact that each arrow was perfect, Lark leaned over and put her elbows to her knees. She looked over at Stark who seemed to have stopped her conversation with Braego and gave Stark her trademark crooked grin. "So, you got a suit like your dad, eh?" Lark asked, not meaning to sound sarcastic at all. She had always admired Iron Man's suit. It had been what had saved her life.

Lark touched the base of her neck where the four long scars that extended down her back ended. She quickly pulled her hand away and rested her elbows on her knees again. Any reminder of what happened that day was a bad one and with Lark's attitude and outlook on life, she never really wanted bad memories to pop up at all.

As the helicarrier roared to life, Zach couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't with excitement though. No, he had never been on an airplane or any type of aircraft before. Guess it was a phobia of sorts. He backed into his seat and concentrated on his shield. The design imbedded into it was rather flashy, but the shield would not break, just like his father's. He started sweating as well. This wasn't normal because only one other thing made Zach sweat nervously....

"D-do we have any water?" he asked a S.H.I.E.L.D agent. The agent smiled.

"Of course we do." with that, he left further into the machine. A few minutes later, he arrived with a glass of water, which Rogers took without hesitation. Zach gave the agent a nod that said 'Thanks a plenty, sir.' before chugging his water. This helped a bit, but not enough. Unfortunately, Zach was going to have to deal with it.