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Blue De Luca

"Unbeing dead isn't being alive."

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a character in “Young Avengers”, as played by burning

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Blue De Luca
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codename β†’ ghost

age β†’ twenty

gender β†’ (cis)male

sexuality β†’ pansexual

power β†’ ghost physiology

hex β†’ #4C5266


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It's incredibly hard to get to know Blue, not because he doesn't want friends, but because he simply is so very inept at socialising with other beings. Severely shy and insecure, Blue has had to deal with his fair share of bullying in the past during both his childhood and adolescence. It wasn't quite as simple as 'kids can be cruel' for Blue since the reason he was so often mocked and kicked was because he survived something no human should ever be able to. Death.

Since coming back, Blue is almost like a husk of a human. Quiet and wistful, he spends the majority of his days trying to reacquaint himself with the moral world as well as come to terms with his new abilities. That's not to say he doesn't still have feelings and emotions - quite the contrary, Blue experiences them far stronger than he ever had before his death, it's almost as if his mind has amplified them in an attempt to make him feel something, anything.

Almost lackadasical seeming, Blue's mind often tends to wander other plains, never quite in the present. He tries his hardest to keep himself grounded, and employs the help of his few friends to bring him back if he seems to be drifting too far, but the simple fact of the matter is that he should not be here. Something isn't right and until that is sorted (if it even can be), Blue's soul will continue to alternate between the spirit and mortal realm as it sees fit, drifting in and out.

Deep down, Blue is an incredibly lovely person. He cares so deeply for everyone and hates to do anything he believes will hurt people. His life up until this point has simply lacked purpose, and Blue hopes that by joining this team it will provide him with that nudge he needs to bring him back to life.

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Ghost Physiology β†’ Blue's primary strength is the power to use the abilities of ghosts. He can transform into a ghost, as well as sense and use other ghosts within the human realm. This can be as a defence or attack method since Blue can essentially use the ghosts as shields, as well as collecting spools and using them as a weapon against others. Within this 'ghost form' Blue is also capable of becoming invisible, although this is only possible in that form.

Possession β†’ The power to inhabit the body of a living being. Blue is able to possess living beings for certain amounts of time, during this he can entirely control them. These possessions are usually short lived and incredibly taxing on the young man's health.

Intangibility β†’ The ability to pass through physical matter. When in his 'ghost form', Blue is capable of moving through objects as if they're nothing. This include walls, doors and any other object that would otherwise bar his way - because of this, it's easy for Blue to break into just about anywhere.

Self-Sustenance β†’ Again, only possible in his 'ghost form', Blue can reduce or remove the need for bodily necessities, since he is essentially dead and therefore need not care about eating, sleeping or anything of the sort.


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Blue had a pretty average upbringing. The child of two Italian immigrants, he grew up in Indiana's suburbs surrounded on all sides of his house by his rather expansive family. Having always been more on the shy side, Blue found that he never spoke much due not only to this, but also to the sheer size of his family which meant that he was constantly around a large amount of people all talking over each other.

It wasn't until he turned twelve that Blue's life became anything out of the ordinary. One night, as his family slept, a fire erupted. Caused by what would later be realised as a lit candle having fallen from its place onto the soft carpet of their hallway. His parents had forgetting to blow it out before they went to bed.

While the fire departments reaction time was quick, it wasn't fast enough to stop Blue from succumbing to smoke inhalation. They may have gotten him out in time so that he didn't burn alive, but when they had, it was already too late. Blue was unconscious and immediately rushed to the hospital where he was kept under the watchful eye of doctors until it happened. His heart stopped. The smoke had badly burnt his respiratory system and caused all manner of complications. Even if he had survived it, he would have been left with severe respiratory issues for the rest of his life.

He was pronounced dead at 2:30 am, only a few months after his twelfth birthday. What he did not know was that his mother had met the same fate and his father now suffered third degree burns. Once his body had been moved to the morgue he was left alone, laid under a sheet on a cold morticians table.

Then, as if by magic, an hour later - Blue awoke. Gasping for air and trembling dreadfully, he was shaken and his hand was badly burnt but the boy was alive. Rushing in, doctors proclaimed that it wasn't humanly possible, sure people died for a few minutes and came back, but no one had been pronounced dead for hours and still come back. Blue was only twelve and already a freak of nature.

Being told that he had lost his mother, Blue was distraught and begged to see his father who was still in a hospital bed of his own, being treated for the burns that covered half of his body; he had gotten them as he attempted to drag his unconscious wife from the burning building. However, when Blue came face-to-face with a man he didn't even recognise as his father anymore, covered in bandages and missing chunks of hair, he screamed in terror. His father looked like something out of a nightmare.

It took Blue years of therapy and countless hospital visits to deal with the trauma of that night. Not only this, but the fact that the doctors wanted to keep a constant eye on him since no one had ever risen from the dead as Blue had. He and his father managed to live a somewhat okay life for a few months, despite them both needing to frequent the hospital for their respective injuries. Blue's hand never healed properly and to this day is still a fleshy, pink reminder of the worst day of his life - the day that should've been his last.

Blue's abilities only came to light almost half a year later when he was playing hide and seek with some of his cousins. It was Blue's turn to hide and he ran to the only place he could think of, his closet. Of course, that was also one of the first places his cousins looked, and as Blue held in breath and braced for being discovered, his cousins swung open the door, expectant grins on their faces. Only, Blue wasn't there. At least, they couldn't see him - the boy had turned himself invisible. Releasing his breath, he calls out to them in an attempt to get them to notice him, confused as to why they weren't acknowledging him. That was when he reappeared.

Screaming, his cousins ran to their parents, babbling about Blue appearing out of nowhere. He was a monster, it wasn't possible. That was when they took to calling him a 'zombie' and 'ghostboy'. Scared and confused, during his next visit to the doctors, Blue mentioned what had happened. Concerned for Blue's mental health, the doctor set him up more frequent visits with a therapist but to make the younger boy feel better, also performed some tests.

Getting Blue to do exactly what he had with his cousins, the young boy proceeded to try and hide, holding his breath. For a minute, nothing happened and then suddenly, Blue was gone. Exhaling, he came back again, but when the doctor checked his heartbeat, they found nothing. His heart had stopped beating. Blue would later come to realise this was because he was in his 'ghost form'.

Of course Blue was immediately sent off to god knows where, being acquired by an incredibly secret organisation who dealt with 'these kinds of things' - his father attempted to stop them but it seemed as if he had no say at all and the boy was gone. He wouldn't see his father for years after that.

This ominous organisation would turn out to be a subdivision of the CPD, working in collaboration with Baxter Labs' top scientists. They had heard about Blue after the fire; the boy who survived death. After that, they had been keeping a close eye on him to see if anything like these invisibility powers would surface. Here, they trained Blue to be able to control it, as well as brought to light a multitude of other abilities he never knew that he had. Blue lived his life within the same four walls of this lab until he turned eighteen, when they were legally not allowed to keep him from leaving any longer. But by this point, Blue had no other life and no idea where to go - his father could have moved anywhere at this point.

When the opportunity arose to join a new task force people were calling the 'Young Avengers', Blue took it up simply because he had nothing better to do. Unused to associating with those his own age, Blue can sometimes come off as a little peculiar but that doesn't matter since he keeps to himself most of the time anyway. The one condition was that they find his father for him, and after they had, Blue visited him frequently although not once did he ever make contact. Instead, he looks after the raging man from a distance, making sure that no more harm can come to him.




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So begins...

Blue De Luca's Story

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Cross City, a thriving and extravagant technological hub in the United States home to some of the most influential engineers, scientists, and doctors. However, although on the outside the city may seem like the perfect utopia, underground lies some of the most dangerous crime rings in the country. Particularly that of the Boss. A group of discarded mutants, hired assassins, rouge scientists, and their fearless leader the Boss. Fortunately for the city, a small team of up and coming heroes have dedicated their lives to keeping it safe.

In the heart of the city, is one of the tallest towers owned by Stark Industries and home to the team of the Young Avengers, filled with training facilities and a vast array of technology the building provides a safe and solace home for the heroes.


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MARCH 3RD, 2025 - 4:30 P.M.

Kaitlyn sat on the edge of the terrace, her body pressed against the railing and her feet dangling off the side. The light, cool breeze whipped the small blonde baby curls around her face as she watched the bustling city below her. This was quite possibly her favorite spot in the entire building, the terrace connected to the doors that lead to the heroes large hangout room and kitchen. She closed her eyes, and stretched out her feathery white wings, (keeping them so bundled up was so damn uncomfortable). It was moments like these, besides flying, that she felt truly at home. For her being out on the terrace was like taking a long contemplating shower

She whipped her head around as the door to the terrace slid open and Azari popped his head out from the door. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know you were out here".
She hadn't really noticed how thick his Wakandan accent was, with just a hint of New Yorker. She offered the boy a small smile and beckoned him over with one of her wings, "It's alright, I can't really keep this spot a secret forever". Azari smiled shyly and walked over to the edge of the balcony with a rather cat-like grace and leaned up against the railing. "The view is great". This wasn't even just a simple form of small talk, he really meant it. The tiny cars and people moving around, shadowed by the tall sky scrapers was really a beautiful sight. "Aren't you afraid of... erhm falling?", He raised an eyebrow at her position dangerously close to the edge. Kaitlyn laughed quietly and wiggled her wings, "That's what these are for" She was pleased to see she had managed to crack a small smile out of the quiet prince with that comment.

The sliding door opened again, this time Walter peeking his head through. "Hate to interrupt feathers, but Ward and Coulson called us all for a meeting". Kaitlyn nodded and pushed herself up from her spot, folding her wings back into her body. "Thanks Walt", He gave a little soldier salute and slipped his way back out the door just as quickly as he had come. "Well it seems like our fearless leaders have called us".

The two met up with Walt in the hall and made their way to the meeting room or better yet the 'lecture hall'. After Phil Coulson retired from helping S.H.E.I.L.D. his daughter Jenna had taken his spot, and eventually became the leader for the Young Avengers. She almost acted as the team's mom, and managed them as such. Henry Ward, was Grant Ward's son, and just like his father a combat specialist. The two were the minds behind the team, assigning missions, and training. They were almost like a little family.

The three were the first to enter the meeting room, the others probably receiving a message for the meeting on their devices. Coulson and Ward sat at the head of the long table in the room, rather serious looks on their faces. "Angel, Panther, Virus. I hoped you have all had lovely afternoons" Coulson's voice was stern but there was a an underlying tone of compassion in her voice. "As lovely as it could get, I figured out the joys of hacking free Netflix" Walt grinned, and Ward let out a rather uncharacteristic snort. Coulson just rolled her eyes and gestured for the trio to sit, "We have a pretty pressing matter to discuss, so you all better get comfortable". Kaitlyn sat near Coulson, Walt near the far end of the table, and Ari near the middle. "Is this about Dr. Baxter? Have we found him?" Kait leaned over the table a hint of eagerness in her voice, the Boss had kidnapped the CEO of Baxter and they had been chasing false leads for a week. She knew she wasn't the only one in the group that was starting to feel a bit worried. Coulson's face fell a bit and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, no. However, we do have a lead, so it's a start. We'll go over everything once the others get here". Kait led out a barely audible sigh and leaned back in her chair, her eyes moving to the door of the conference room. I hope they hurry.

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Character Portrait: Kaitlyn Worthington Character Portrait: Azari T'Challa Character Portrait: Milo Jameson Character Portrait: Maddison Kaplan Character Portrait: Freya Price Character Portrait: Adelaide DarkhΓΆlme Character Portrait: Blue De Luca Character Portrait: Theo Stark Character Portrait: Tabitha Louise Mackenzie Character Portrait: Luiza Logan-Roth Character Portrait: Marisol Morales Character Portrait: Walter Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Rand Jr.
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It was official 'The Mayor of Casterbridge' was kicking her ass, Tabby growled in frustation and threw the offending book at the wall smiling at the satisfying thunk it made. Who needed Thomas 'classic British Author' Hardy anyway? After a moments hesitation she sighed and picked up the book again. Apparantly she needed it, or at least she needed the practice, missing the entirety of High School had not done much for her admittedly limited reading skills. Or her Maths skills or any of the stuff they usually taught in High Schools. About the only thing she knew she was good at without needing to study was music and even that was more because of her abilities than anything else. She was determined not to be seen as stupid, hence the secret studying in her room whenever she got the chance. Coulson knew of her lack of education and Tabby guessed that meant Ward did too, but thankfully Coulson had agreed not to reveal her difficulties to the rest of the team.

She was just about to start again when she saw the flashing light on her phone and she grinned at what it meant. She hopped back of her bed and quickly left her room.
"Later Hardy." She called over her shoulder before shutting and locking the door firmly. She trusted the other guys on their team but that didn't mean she wanted them nosing about in her room.

She made her way quickly to the 'Lecture Hall' and saw that she wasn't the first to arrive. Besides Coulson and Ward there was Kaitlyn, Azari, Maddison and Walter. She popped a sloppy salute to both Coulson and Ward before she plopped herself down in on the other side of Walt.
"Hey Peeps what have we been up to? Charming, find any sleeping Princesses to wake today?" She grinned at Azari before nudging Walt with her shoulder.
"Hack anything cool?"

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Character Portrait: Kaitlyn Worthington Character Portrait: Azari T'Challa Character Portrait: Milo Jameson Character Portrait: Maddison Kaplan Character Portrait: Freya Price Character Portrait: Adelaide DarkhΓΆlme Character Portrait: Blue De Luca Character Portrait: Theo Stark Character Portrait: Tabitha Louise Mackenzie Character Portrait: Luiza Logan-Roth Character Portrait: Marisol Morales Character Portrait: Walter Reyes Character Portrait: Danny Rand Jr.
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Addie hadn't been doing much with her day besides training. Attempting to make her offensive as good as her mother's once was, she had been spending extra time in the towers gym, even having gone to the trouble of hiring a martial arts trainer - or rather, nagging Ward until he caved and agreed to get someone so long as she just left him alone. Addie always knew how to get what she wanted.

However, when Addie received an alert from the team, informing her that she had to come to a meeting, she had just stepped out of the shower, having finished her training for the day. Sighing, Addie looks at herself in the mirror and pouts before sending her reflection a wink and heading out into her bedroom. Luckily, Addie always had her outfits planned out. In fact, she had several outfits planned, in case of an emergency. Slipping on one of these outfits, Addie runs a comb through her hair before quickly drying it with a hair dryer. Throwing on her signature red lip, she brushes down her skirt before pulling on a pair of black boots. Heeled, of course.

Deciding that she was finally presentable, Addie makes her way out of her room and to where they were set to meet - fashionably late, as always. "Bonjour mes chΓ©ris.
" Slipping into her native tongue as she enters and announces her arrival to the room.

Spotting Tabitha in the room, a smile spreads itself on her face as Addie waltzes up to her, her heels clicking as she goes. "Heya Tabby cat." She greets, seating herself next to the girl. "Walt, you're looking good." Addie then continues on to say, making eye contact with the guy and hoping that she's able to solicit a blush or something of the sort from him. Addie was pretty good at that. Throwing Ari a wink as his personal greeting. Laughing softly as Tabitha teases him, continuing on, "I'll be your damsel in distress any day."

Finally looking to Coulson and Ward, Addie raises an eyebrow before saying, "What's so important that you felt the need to interrupt my pamper time?" Addie had a pretty extensive regime she liked to follow after a shower, but that had been cut short by their summons. Everyone who lived within the same four walls as Addie knew this, so she had no doubt that it had to be rather crucial, or they should have waited until she was completely ready. This was just rude.

"Mystère," Ward greets, steely eyed as he returned her gaze, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait until the others get here before we continue." Rolling her eyes, Addie leans back in her chair, annoyed. She'd thought that she was going to be the last one here (which she liked, Addie loved a grand entrance) but it seemed that half of them hadn't arrived yet. Leaning over the table to where Kaitlyn sat, Addie's smile turned wicked as she spoke to the woman. "Ms. Goody two shoes," Addie fiddles with a strand of her hair nonchalantly, "No surprise you're here bright and early." The pair had always had a rivalry, their personalities conflicted so much that it was impossible for the two to have ever gotten along and Addie remembers disliking Kaitlyn and her uppity attitude from the day they met. Addie had found a surprising number of people whom she loved since joining the team, but Kaitlyn was certainly not one of them.


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Blue had locked himself in his room all day, reading. Content with the silence that this brought, his curtains had stayed drawn, leaving him in darkness with only a lamp to read by. Blue preferred it this way, sometimes sunlight could be too much for him, almost blinding in it's radiance. Nighttime and rainy, dull days had been Blue's favourite ever since the accident. He didn't need to get out of the tower, nor did he want constant companionship like some of the others he shared this home with.

Happy to have managed to get himself a day off, they were so often working together or training together that Blue would be trained by the time it was over and fall fast asleep as soon as he got back to his room, so today was his allocated reading day where he curled up on the little chair next to his bookcase and just let himself be transported elsewhere. It was the perfect way for Blue to get away from being himself, even if just for a few hours, and he had really needed it.

Of course, this contentment was short lived as Blue's mandatory phone buzzed with a notification - he had to be in the meeting room now. Rubbing at his eyes, Blue wishes he could ignore the message and stay here, but he knew that would result in either Coulson or Ward coming down and if there was one thing that Blue could not handle, it was conflict. Ironic really, considering he was on a superhero task force that dealt with just that. Blue so often felt out of place for this, as well as a multitude of other reasons. Even amongst a group of 'freaks' he was still somehow the strangest.

Folding over the corner of the page he was reading, Blue stands, placing it back on his bookshelf. Reluctantly, he walks to his wardrobe, exchanging the sweatpants he had been wearing for black jeans, but leaving his plain black t-shirt.

Once ready Blue finds his way to the meeting place, slowly pushing open the door as he is greeted by the faces of his teammates, all chatting amongst themselves. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, despite being on this team since the beginning, Blue was still nervous around such a large group of people; and there were only more to come.

He finds himself a seat next to Maddison, offering the boy a weak smile and a soft "Hello.
" Keeping his eyes trained on the table in front of him as he does so, hoping everyone else would just ignore him and continue on with their chatting.

"Evening, Ghost." Coulson greets, her tone a lot gentler than when she spoke to the others. She had been one of the first people Blue met when transported to the facility he was kept in for years, as well as her father. Having only been shadowing the elder man at that time, Blue had watched as Coulson progressed up the ranks until she came to where she is now. In fact, Coulson was probably the only reason Blue had been invited to join the team, having always had a soft spot for the sweet, shy boy.

Moving his eyes off the table for a brief moment to meet hers, Blue nods his head before replying, "Good evening." It was rare to get much more than a sentence out of Blue, but today he felt extra nervous, as though some kind of danger was looming. Perhaps it was because he didn't know what was going on, nor why they were all summoned here.

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Cold. It was cold. Milo shivered as he walked around, mist swirling around his feet has his blue/green eyes scanned the empty town. He shoved his hands in his pockets sulking not sure what was leading him here, but he followed some path he could not see, but his feet knew the way. Where am I? He asked himself, then with realization, "Where are the people?" He uttered the thought aloud. His body now tensed, he prepared himself for an ambush, a trap, something. He tenitively reached for his power, ready to use it if he really needed to, but he couldn't find it. Was the virus from his system gone? Milo stopped walking his eyes widened If I don't have my powers… what use am I to the Avengers? They'll throw me out for sure. He tried reaching for it again, still there was an empty void where his power would have been.

Furiously he kicked at the ground and pressed on cursing silently. The mist swirling around him undisturbed by Milo. After moments of walking he stumbled upon a large ebony polished building. It was polished smooth, easily reflecting the dim lighting, giving the building a somewhat eerie glow. Milo shivered again, he searched for a door to see if he could get inside. Upon finding one on the opposite side he frowned in dissapointment. It was locked, and heavily locked at that. Whatever is inside they dont want anyone to get.

Milo peered at the locks intrigued by their design. He could pick them, they were all classic cast iron locks.

" I wouldn't do that if I were you." A cool voice would say behind him. Milo jumped and turned around stunned there was another person here. The voice matched who he thought it was. "Denise" He hissed his eyes narrowing. The woman smiled and shifted her form and the voice was that of his mothers. "Come now Miles… you must be smarter than that." She stepped closer to him the figure changing once more into himself, the voice to match. "I am you. The part you don't see. " Milo stared in horror, what madness was this? The Milo Clone rolled his eyes and pointed to the alluring building that Milo had been staring at moments ago, "Don't go in there… and don't let IT out." The Clone warned before fading away. Confused, Milo protested the Clones departure, but it never came back. He let out a frustrated growl, and stared back at the building. Let what out? He thought to himself upset that he didn't even realize that the locks were to keep a creature away from the outside.

He placed his hand on the wall of the building it was cool to the touch, and felt as smooth as it looked. He heard a ghostly laugh and all was black.

Milo jumped and gasped waking up in a pool of sweat, it dripping down his forehead and back. He groaned, sitting up running his fingers through his thick dark hair. His eyes scanned his room for the phone blowing up. Rubbing sleep from his eyes he read the message and sighed, of course he wouldn't get a good night's sleep before a meeting. Of course he couldn't shower before leaving.

He got out of bed, and threw on a beanie to cover most of the sweat drenched hair, a black, tight V-neck shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. He pondered on his dream all while getting ready, wondering about the black building that was locked up. What was his subconscious trying to warn him about. He had, had this dream many times before. This time he actually got to touch the building. Usually he woke before he touched it. It was an unhealthy obsession to think about just one recurring dream. Milo couldn't help it. He had always lost his power in the dream. Always felt helpless and useless. He hated it. Shoving his feet in a pair of tan boots he walked out of his room shoving the dream to the back of his mind.

Shutting his door he made his way down the hall catching his reflection in a decorative mirror. He looked rugged, his eyes red and glossy from the lack of sleep, and just waking up. His skin shone with a tint of sweat, and there were bags under his eyes. Maybe he could pull off the 'busy working out' look for the meeting then go back and take a shower, and meditate or actually go work out. Entering the room his eyes scanned over everyone present and gave an awkward smile, not saying anything to anyone. What was there to say? "What a day to fight crime because we're super special people?" Psh no he had no words, but dipped his head in greeting to everyone.

He was a man of few words, and he took a seat calmly placing his hands in his lap, leaning back staring at Coulson and waited for the briefing wondering what was so important.

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    "Honey, is that really necessary?" Her mother asked the young girl through the headset in her suit. Before she could reply, her father interjected. "No, it isn't. Marisol Jamila, stop. Not another step. You've worn this suit once before. Once." Marisol groaned, rolling her eyes before focus back towards the ground below, focusing on the cement. "You said I have to learn how to control this suit. To learn how to use it without your or anyone else's help. Did you not?" Miles Morales groaned. "If she dies, do I get the suit?" Her younger brother, Miguel. Mari smacked her lips. "Manny, shut up. It's not that big of a deal and it's not even that close to the ground. I just need to make sure that I can react fast enough in a time of crisis." Miguel chuckled. "No offense, Mari but that sounds like a really fucking stupid idea." Miguel said in a deadpan tone before her parents agreed with their youngest. She walked around the edge of the tall skyscraper just listening to her parents bicker with her in Spanish only for her not to reply as they continued to talk. "Mija, listen. You're good, you are but what if you don't catch yourself fast enough, hm? Then what?" The young New Yorker sighed looking up at the blue sky. "Then I guess I'm out of commission for awhile."

    "That's not funny." Her mother replied. "Well, it's the truth. Now I gotta go, bye." She cut off the transmission and muted her headpiece just so she wouldn't hear if they called again. She knew her parents hated being out of the city for so because it made her do things like what she was about to do; jump off a building just to see how close to the ground she can get before using swinging away. Was to help her reaction time? Yes, to an extent but she also wanted to feel that rush her father would talk about when he did it. Something he did at seventeen, four years younger than how old Mari was. She could do this. She took a deep breath before letting herself fall back off the 50 stories tall building. She didn't hear anything other than the wind rushing past her as she continued to fall. She would have let herself for more than 6 (with her record being about 4.5) if it was just the beeping in her ear from the one group of people she heard alerts from not matter what she muted in her suit. "Damn it." She reached her hand in front of her body to shoot a strand of webbing to catch her from falling anymore, swing her closer in the direction of the tower. Within minutes she found herself landing on the terrace balcony and making her way towards the conference room but, not before pressing the emblem on the chest of her suit allowing it to expand and let her remove it with ease. Revealing a pair of leggings, a tank top, and a pair of Adidas running shoes. She tossed it over her shoulder stopping in her room within the building to grab a bag to keep her suit in. She wanted to keep it on her at all times but didn't want it just out in full view of everyone especially when she had completely 'mastered' the new suit just yet. She pleaded that she wasn't the last to make it to the room. The last thing she needed today after a tongue lashing from her parents was one from her superiors.

    Opening the doors she realized she wasn't the last member to make but, she definitely wasn't the first. However, instead of acting embarrassed about not being the first like she wanted to. She looked towards Addie, hearing last of her comment towards Kait. "Addie, didn't we work on your people skills last week? Be nice." She lightly hit the back of Walt and Kait's heads with a smirk before sitting next to Kait. She looked towards Ari, offering him a smile before turning her attention to the group as a whole. "Sorry I'm late, had to take the family suit out for a test drive." She explained, putting her bag on the back of her chair. She looked towards the young group with a small smirk. "I miss anything important?" Her heavy Puerto Rican accent becoming more apparent with every time she spoke.

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"Mr. Stark? I have Mrs. Amberlynn on the phone. She's wanting to know if you'll be donating to the CASA again this year." Theo's secretary sudden presence interrupted his ball tossing and his thoughts as he imagined a new upgrade to add to his supersuit. The thing has been a bit jerky on his bad leg so he needed to add some kind of heating compress. Maybe Walt could help him out later. He'd been a great help with updating the wifi signal in the suit. Aparently, cell phone providers won't provide a connection at over 10,000 feet. Potential new venture.

"Elle, remind me to make my own phone provider- wait, my own phone too. Have the team run numbers if people would like a Stark phone." Elle Santos, or Eleanor as she prefers to be called during work hours, was one of the best in the business. The two attended college together and she befriend him since he was the youngest at MIT. Normally, Theo would've figured she wanted something, but she saved him from some frat boys when he was running his mouth, drunk trash talking. Her eye for business made her Theo's number one choice to co-run the company someday. His father liked to joke that Elle was his Pepper Potts, but unlike his father, Theo didn't mess around with his coworkers.

"I'll have our marketing team look into it. And sir, it's Ms. Santos or Eleanor during business hours. Also, are you planning to donate to CASA this year? NCMEC is reaching out too."
"How much are all of them hoping to raise this year?"
"Two million, sir."
"Give them each that and add half of what their asking."

People liked to think he was trying to copy his father when it came to philanthrophy, but each of these programs holds a special place in his heart. CASA helps children from abusive and neglectful families by providing them a quality lawyer who'll fight for them. National Center for Missing and Exploited Children (NCMEC) works to help and find missing and abused children. Along with the Stark families multiple grants for schooling and underpriveledged kids, Theo works with a variety of charities. Some kids don't have superhero fathers with government connections to find them if they go missing. One of Theo's little ways of giving back.

Elle began to go over his schedule for the rest of the day when a small beeping goes off in Theo's office. A voice, resembling an Irish accent, spoke from the ceiling. "Stark, your prescence is needed at Avengers Base." Jac was the first A.I. computer Theo ever made. The computer program was often like having a third parent around, Tony and Jarvis being the firsts. With a huge smirk to Elle and flutter of his eyes, she let out a sigh. "I'll handle everything." "That's why you're the best."

Thankfully, Theo's office wasn't too far away from the Young Avengers Base. The building housing the heroes is called Stark Industries, but it isn't an actual place of Stark business. It was more of a cover to hide everyone in plain sight. No one would think a group of superheroes would live in the most noticeable building in the center of town. It would be too obvious yet completely genius. Theo took off his blazer throwing it over his shoulder. He would've changed into something more comfortable, but work required his professional appearance.

The ride up the elevator was quick. Theo, along with father and SHIELD, designed the building to be a well oiled machine. Heroes shouldn't waste time in slow elevators. Not that Theo considered himself one, he was just a guy with a lot of money and a supersuit. A fraud as one reported loved to point out. Most of the media adored the youngest Stark. Affeciontaely nicknamed Iron Kid, a name that stuck, Theo was America's Dreamboat. They loved him, or the person he claimed to be. Those thoughts left his mind when the elevator opened.

Most of the team gathered in the conference room, a few people were missing though. "No snacks while we wait?" Theo joked while taking a seat next to his princely, best friend. "Stark this isn't a babysitting service." muttered Coulson. She'd never admit it, but Jenna liked the youngest Stark. He's a good addition to the team when he's focused. "I'll make sure to upgrade to the deluxe package next time." At the word 'updgrade,' Theo flashed a smile to Walt and Ari. Time to get the Nerd Herd together.

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A hand rested on her hip and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Sage closed her eyes and breathed out steadily. Be patient. Be patient. Two people in front of her was a lady at the counter inquiring about all the different juice blends they offered even though it was on the board for her viewing. Then she decided to move on and inquire about the different coffees they made, then discuss out loud how it might be a bad idea because it apparently lasted several hours in her system and how her husband may not approve and, "besides, it's already quite a warm day, isn't it?"

Sage pinched the bridge of her nose. Composure usually wasn't a stress or effort to her but today it's like Sage had to summon a greater will-power. All she was craving was a sweet berry-blend of juice and she was so excited at the idea. Initially. And those feelings had long since faded. Thankfully a buzz emerged from her pocket for a distraction and Sage hastily tore her device out from it to read the message. Sage might have roamed now and then but never far from the faculty in case of such circumstances and requirements.
Sage left the cue abruptly, offering a stiff smile to the person behind her in line.
"...so a small is just that size?" She heard the same woman question.

Sage lunged into the meeting room, her mini handbag swinging wildly until she caught it as well as attempt to catch her breath. She wasn't quite last miraculously but she figured she took long enough.β€œSorry,” she mumbled. Sage straightened, blew out her lips and regained composure wandering idly to a seat.

She knew they wouldn't start until all were present so she didn't bother with the questioning though she was itching to know what the meeting was called for. Aside from updates or a new mission - that was given. Once truly settled, Sage eyed who was already present. Milo was sitting alone, but he looked...worn in some way or the other so she figured he probably preferred his space. Kait, Walt, Stark...the list went on. Basically most of her peers that should beat her to the room. Except maybe Theo.

Sage started a subtle little tap on the table since her patience had already been tested for the day.

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The wink sent by Theo's way by the lovely Adelaide didn't escape his attention. The red head, other than Tabitha, was the biggest flirt of the whole group. Theo wasn't one to take offense to her flirting with him and then moving on to Ari or Walt because that was just her. Some people do like to flirt and Theo knew the game. Despite not being the playboy his father was, Theo does have the Stark men charm. It's been known to win him dates, but maybe the money and fame helped a bit. Theo returned her wink with a toothy smile, and a slight chuckle. She certainly was an enigma.

The light atmosphere in the room deadened when Rand walked in. "Sorry, I'm late. Early family dinner." Theo couldn't help the roll of his eyes or the sneer on his face. He didn't doubt Rand's honesty, but it was weird to Theo how different yet similar they were. Of course he would be at a family dinner, the boy had everything he could ever want and still took it for gradient. Sometimes, Theo wondered if maybe he could've ended up like him. The spoiled, pompous son of a billionaire (though Stark was richer). Maybe, he would have if he had a different mother or wasn't sold like some kind of cattle. The disdain between the two of them wasn't expected by their fathers, but it couldn't be helped. They were different people with different ideals. "Say 'Hi' to your Dad for me. We missed you both at the charity auction last month." The Stark men had invited the Rand family to donate and attend a charity auction supporting a local orphanage, hoping to raise money for toys and supplies. The rest of his family was there, but both Danny Rands were noticeably absent. Theo didn't get specfics on why they weren't there, but he had an inkling that it was the younger one's doing.

When Coulson and Ward began to speak, Theo gave them most of his attention. The illusive Boss was growing to be a problem in Cross City. Theo had kept Jac scanning the local airwaves and police scanners for any information on this rising enemy. It may be slightly illegal, but it was needed. Sadly, results have been next to nothing. The sound of a gala sparked his interest. Elle had mentioned an event he was invited to about cancer research, but the Stark phone had been buzzing in his head so he wasn't listening, like usual. Pulling out his phone to check his planner, Theo didn't miss the glare Coulson sent his way. He gave her most dazzling grin before pocketing his phone. Turns out, Theo had been right. Although, they wanted his father to make an appearance, but he was dealing with making Stark Industries more eco friendly. The younger Stark would be a good proxy in his place though.

Theo got the gist despite only half listening. Keep an eye on Dr. Hopkins and don't let her get kidnapped. He could manage that. The idea of 'dates' was brought up by Adelaide, naturally. Theo was going to this event anyway, but stag was what he was planning. He could've brought someone on his arm, but the tabloids had been wondering who Stark's lover of the moment was. Theo didn't have one, but he didn't want to put Elle in charge of clean up if he brought someone. "So who wants to be mine?" Theo wasn't surprised when Adelaide looked over at him. The two's flirty but not defined relationship would make the mission more interesting. However when her eyes went to Danny next, Theo's went to Maddison, his best friend, more than Ari if you could believe. His response made sense. If Theo was choosing someone to fight by, Ari or Walt would be a good choice, but not as a date. Theo didn't miss how Mads's eyes went to Blue and Kaitlyn and that only bothered him more. Did he not want to go with him? It wouldn't surprise him, but the thought still upset him, not that he showed it. Recently, Theo has began looking at Maddison differently. His kind heart became more endearing and his messy hair seemed more mess upable. Theo didn't know exactly what this feeling was, but he wasn't going voice it. Stark men were known to leave a path of destruction behind them.

At the sound of Marisol's question, Theo was quick to jump in. "I received an invitation to this event early in the week so my attendance can be chalked up to the charity wanting a billionaire in their presence. Same thing could be said for Rand. Addie can shapeshift and be an unknown guest with either of us. No one would bat an eye at two wealthy men throwing around money at a charity benefit with a pretty girl on their arm. We might gain some attention, but it wouldn't surprise the Boss's men if we were there. We could act as bait or a distraction to keep Boss's men on us while the rest of you super sneak." It sounded like a solid plan in Theo's mind.

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Tabitha rolled her eyes when Addie brought up dates, of course she would have to bring that up, she loved Addie but sometimes she despaired of her too. How to make an already awkward event more awkward for her best friend. Addie knew more than any of the others, except maybe Walt and their leaders, about where Tabitha had come from and how it meant that she was always scrambling to learn things she had missed. There wasn't much opportunity for going to posh events with champagne and caviar when you lived on the streets. Her idea of a posh night was finding unopened leftovers behind Luigi's, the swanky Italian restaurant, and being able to eat them without someone else trying to steal it for themselves. Or it was actually managing to find somewhere that was warm and dry and even, dare she say it, cosy.

She leaned in to Addie and whispered. "Thanks for that Addie." The sarcasm dripped from the words. "For that you get to coach me on what the hell you do at one of these things."

She wasn't truly mad at her friend, she knew Addie was just Addie a force of nature and one who had a habit of doing and saying things on impulse. It was one of the reasons why Tabitha loved her so she couldn't really be mad at her for it.
She turned as she heard Walt and caught his wink, she sighed quietly, she hadn't missed his longing look at Addie and knew what it meant. She knew Walt had a crush on Addie and often wondered how she had managed to end up with a life like that of a soap opera. Her two closest friends, one having a crush on the other, and her in the middle hiding her own feelings on the matter. She had discovered completely by accident that her feelings for Walt had developed beyond that of friendship some time ago but had kept it to herself. She had never discussed it with Addie or Walt and intended to keep it that way but sometimes, like now, she really hated being the best friend.

Of course being who she was, she kept this hidden and simply grinned back at Walt. "Well if I have to go with anyone, I guess you'll do. As long as you sort out my Netflix of course. "

She was listening with half an ear to Stark as she spoke to Walt until what he had said registered fully. A moment of panic hit her, visible in her eyes if you happened to be looking at her just then, as she realised this event was a big deal and would therefore be in the newspapers and possibly even on tv. She had managed up to now to keep a low profile not getting in any of the papers and she wanted to keep it that way. It helped that the team leaders knew who she was running from and helped her avoid any attention. After only a moment the panic vanished as Tabitha regained control of herself and the fun bubbly Tabitha was back.

She looked at Coulson and Ward and raised her eyebrows.

"What about me?" She asked them lightly, as if what she was saying wasn't that important. "While I know that my old...friends won't be at this event, they do read the papers and if they saw my face well it would be awkward

That was the most she would say in front of the others. Only Coulson and Ward knew the whole truth about her life before. Even Addie and Walt only knew a filtered version, that she had grown up on the streets, and nothing about her time with the gang or what she had done whilst with the gang. She could have told them, probably should have, they were her best friends after all but...she was scared they wouldn't look at her the same. It had been hard enough admitting she had been homeless and besides it was her problem and she had to deal with it somehow. The only reason Coulson and Ward knew was because of how she had been recruited. If she had had her way no one would know about those hunting her, and they would still be hunting her, she had been their most valuable asset and her powers had made them one of the most powerful gangs in their neighbourhood and they would not let that go easily.

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    "Say 'Hi' to your Dad for me. We missed you both at the charity auction last month."
    He wanted to scoff at the idea of the younger Stark 'missing' him in any possible way except for his pocketbook. Maybe. However, the older young man just continued to mess with his sleeves before turning his body in the direction of Theo. "Yea, sorry about that, man. My dad and I tried to send our regards but, hey, the Iron Fist waits for no man. You know what I mean?" Of course he didn't 'know what he meant', the little guy couldn't throw a punch to save his life without his precious armor to protect him from getting hurt. But, before saying anything that could come off as an insult, even though it probably would be. Danny Boy turned his attention to... more important things as Addie squeezed his arm a little before leaning her arm on his after telling the young man hello. He saw her look towards the blonde on the other side of the table but, he just kept his attention on Ward and Coulson. No need to get involved in the mess that was 'Addie and Kait'. They were gorgeous and he loved the idea of having them fight over him but, he didn't need to get in the middle of that girl drama.

    When Coulson started talking, Danny listened to what their mission was. Watching over some scientist for the night, seemed easy enough especially since he was already invited. Okay, his father and mom were but, they and Wendell wanted him to go instead. Hoping it would show the public that after a year of seemingly staying out of the public eye, that the young Daniel Thomas Rand Jr. was no longer that 'partying, heartbreaking frat guy' from Stanford (yes, really) but, was now a mature, intelligent, sophisticated young man who has finally seen the errors of his past mistakes. Or something like that, he didn't really pay attention when his brother was telling him how he had to act at the function. After the leaders had finished talking and Addie up brought the idea of dates, Danny smirked. When the red-head turned to Theo and then him asking which one would be her date, he couldn't help but chuckle. He looked as everyone eyes began to turn to the others at the table. With his going to Mari telling her to look towards Ari. But, of course, she didn't. Pathetic. He shook his head before the leaders continued, answering the questions posed by the team before taking their leave. Leaving the team to talk among themselves.

    "She's all yours, my man. The parentals need to me to be 'non-problematic' tonight. Kind of hard to do that with this one by my side, being a bad influence the whole night." He had his arm around Addie with a smirk towards her. That wasn't truly the reason if he was being honest. It was more along the lines that he couldn't let Addie get too comfortable with him, he needed to keep her guessing a bit even if they were only in a sexual... 'relationship' with one another. That and, his plan was to go with Kait just to piss the redhead off even more. But, that idea was thwarted when Maddison said he and Kait could keep an eye on Hopkins.

    "I guess if some of us insist on participating in the 'buddy system, then we better figure out that and the game plan now. We don't have a lot of time, but first I think we should have at least two pairs on Dr. Hopkins at all times. Does anyone else have any suggestions?" He nodded in agreement before Walt stated that he and Tabitha could scope out. "Sounds perfect so, Mads and Kait on Hopkins, Theo with Addie, Walt and Tabs keep watch, and Danny Boy" He winked towards his friend as she said his nickname only for her to shake her head before continuing. "Can be by the doors as extra muscle in case something happens. Sage, Milo, and Blue can stay together." He faked a small pout.

    "What, Mari? You don't wanna be my date for the evening?" She looked up at the ceiling as if she was actually contemplating her answer when really she wasn't. She turned her eyes back the young man with her hand over her heart. Not really, no. Sorry, Danny but you're not really my type." Mari added which only made Danny smirk. "Fair enough." He could have kept teasing her saying that he knew her type; the strong, silent type that rarely said anything. The type that he caught looking at Marisol when Addie had brought up the idea about dates. But, he held his smartass comments to himself. He'd tease her later. And then, Ari and I can help keep tabs on Hopkins as well. With our senses we should be able to hear, see, or sense any funny business goin' on." She looked towards Kait with raised eyebrows before turning her attention to Ari. "As long as that's okay with you." Oh, she was slick. Even if she didn't mean to be. She had just asked that little crush of hers on a date. Danny held in his small chuckle before standing up from the table and grabbing his jacket to sling over his shoulder. "Sounds good to me. Now, I'm going to get ready. Can't really be the media's favorite bachelor looking like this. I'll see you all soon." He winked towards the group before making his way out the door. And with that he made his way to his room, already know what he wanted to wear and saw the mask set out for him.

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Tabitha Mackenzie


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Like everyone else Tabitha excused herself as quickly as possible needing to see the 'choices' that had been laid out for her. She scowled at the idea of anyone in her room but reminded herself that neither Ward nor Coulson would snoop nor allow anyone else to. She reached her room and then stopped and stared at the row of outfits hanging from her wardrobe, they were...well wow. They looked expensive and as she ran her hand through the material of one she saw they felt expensive too. She was uncomfortable with thinking too long on how much they had cost, remembering what Ward had told her. To be able to perform her duties she would be provided with any equipment she needed and she certainly needed some for this job. A gala, what did she know about a bloody gala, other than that rich people went to them.

She forced herself to focus and after eyeing each outfit for a short time she finally picked the one that she felt the least awkward in. She had felt like nothing more than a girl playing dress up in the others but this one felt natural and comfortable, it was a simple yet elegant dress and she loved how the style accentuated her figure and made her mane of hair seem even redder. She spent some time taming her mass of hair, struggling and cursing with a pair of straighteners she had borrowed from Addy ages ago and not gotten around to returning, before it finally fell straight down her back. Applying makeup took mere minutes and she was once again grateful for the complexion she had been given. Dark smoky eye shadow, mascara and red lipstick and she was ready to go.

She was about to leave when she suddenly remembered that it was a masquerade and looked around to see if a mask had been left as well. A grin curved her lips when she saw it, someone definitely had a sense of humour about them and a touch of irony.
She had to admit the mask was perfect, it contrasted the black of her dress and simultaneously blended with her red hair but not only that the mask had what looked like old music scores across it and it reminded her of ancient Italian masquerade balls with their many musicians and composers. She slipped it on and turned to the mirror, a stranger looked back at her, even without the mask she would almost have not recognised herself. She looked...elegant. It was a strange feeling yet not one she disliked, after all who didn't like getting to wear her fancy clothes, and mask.

She heard Walt's voice from outside and immediately felt anxious, thoughts of looking ridiculous and of making an idiot of herself flashing through her mind. Knowing she had to get a grip she took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was the daughter of not one but two super powered people and though she had never known them she liked to think she had their strength in her veins. Taking another deep breath she ensured her usual smile was in place and and stepped out into the hallway. She drew a sharp breath in when she saw Walt. He looked good, very good, and her heart swelled with her hidden love for him. Hiding it behind her usual joking demeanor she made a show of critically examining him.

"Wow that is a lot of blue." She said. "But it suits you. Looking good Walt."

She then did a small twirl. "What do you think?"