[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color] & [color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/vZckJdnQ/5bc2d19abc17f463899680.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower (Floor 93): Main Area [/center][hr][hr]	Damon started to freak out as he looked at Mary. It was one thing to be a Battle Nurse - another thing if he ended up being a [i]failed[/i] Battle Nurse. What if this was what was happening to Ayita, off somewhere in Jakobsen's clutches? The petty squabbling between Nina and the others was mostly background noise to him, yet Folly huffed slightly as she took it in. 

	[color=a64dff]"This is why I don't like working with S.H.I.E.L.D.,"[/color] Folly muttered. She took a moment to wonder about her own present day counterpart. She was currently incarcerated in an asylum for the criminally insane, kept under a constant high dosage of sedatives that her healing factor could just barely not keep up with. Essentially, in a drug induced stupor was how she spent her days. And in the weeks and months to come, if things didn't change, she'd be signed over to Striker. It had given her a healthy distrust for government organizations. 

	[color=orange]"...I can help get the injured to medical,"[/color] Damon said, feeling a bit relieved that Thalia had managed to heal them by reversing time on their injuries, if only partially. It struck him as a bit petty that she didn't heal Nina, but he didn't say anything about it. He understood her motivation. Nina had nearly gotten four people killed from her inaction. 

	[color=a64dff]"I can help too,"[/color] Folly offered. Damon went over and picked up Cass, helping her to her feet, while Folly went and helped Mary. In another situation, she would have gone to help Mira but she was really here for Mary. It didn't matter to her what happened to the rest of the world. 

	Guin, meanwhile, had gagged a bit at Nina's half assed defense of herself. Sure, she hated Nina and was incredibly biased against her, but she couldn't stand the way she was talking. She didn't even seem concerned that others had gotten hurt [i]before[/i] Thalia used her time manipulation ex machina to deal with their injuries, at least partially. She was disappointed Banner had shifted back from the Hulk, since it meant she couldn't try to convince the Green Monster to throttle Nina some - though Muscles was seemingly up for the task. 
	
	[color=cc33ff]"Thanks, Thalia,"[/color] she said, rubbing her arms a bit where some of the bruises had been. She then bit her lip as Pietro was still nowhere to be found, feeling this horrible sense of dread. Her stomach was tying itself up into knots. She [i]knew[/i] there was something wrong - and now, they were wasting time when Pietro could be out there hurt and...

	[color=cc33ff]"Wait, what the fuck did you just say? I'm a bloodhound?!"[/color] Guin asked Muscles, staring at him incredulously. [color=cc33ff]"I'm sorry, maybe you're from a parallel universe and not ours....But Silver Balls and I don't have any mental voodoo nonsense going on with each other. You've got the wrong girl."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Uh, pretty sure you heard some Serbian going on in the back of my head, trust me by now you probably have. My younger self has known for a while about it, but hasn't said anything to avoid you freaking out."[/color] And almost as if on cue, Guin heard rapid and panicked speech in the back of her mind, in a language she could not understand. [color=7ea7d8][i]"Ово је смешно! Мрзим да идем споро! Шта дођавола! Тако смо мртви!"[/i][/color]

	She backed away slightly, looking around the room and she glanced at Tony for a second. She had heard that once before that day - but it hadn't happened again and she assumed that it was just stress. [color=cc33ff]"I...um....maybe..."[/color] she mumbled, feeling the noise in the back of her head get louder.  

	[color=A6C1C3]"Yeah, I have a suggestion, why don't you try talking to him mentally? Send him a telepathic message and see if he responds."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"...What? Dude, the only messages I send to him are text - and sometimes SnapChat. I don't know how the hell to do that - why don't you ask Wanda if it's a twin thing anyways..."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Because that's awkward and he purposefully blocks her out, mind trying at least?"[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"....How?"[/color] She barely understood how her powers worked, now learning that apparently she had some sort of mental link with Pietro that he [i]never[/i] told her about...she was clueless as to where to begin. It wasn't like a machine where she could analyze its components and figure out how it works. Muscles was asking her to use a muscle that she essentially didn't know existed. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"Just think really hard on him... And say something in your mind... Focus on him..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"I um....Alright....."[/color] Guin then shut her eyes, freaking out as she tried to focus on Pietro. [i][color=cc33ff]Um....Never mind, this feels dumb as fuck....This is stupid. We should just be using freaking satellite tracking![/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]"Uh, Guina?"[/i][/color] Pietro's voice responded. Guin's eyes widened and she grabbed her head, sinking down to the ground as she felt like she was going insane. This whole thing just had to be a nightmare, that was it! [color=A6C1C3]"...Guessing he responded then?"[/color] [color=7ea7d8][i]"Guina? I uh... Well... I was going to tell you about this..."[/i][/color]

	Guin nodded slightly, trying not to hyperventilate. It was such a weird and invasive sensation, to have someone else talking in the back of her head. [color=A6C1C3]"...It'll be okay... Because right now I need you to focus, and hopefully figure out where the hell he and everyone else is..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"....I-I can try....I guess...."[/color] Guin then took a breath, trying to focus her thoughts with all of the chaos going around. It didn't help that Stark Tower was noisy on a normal day. It was a madhouse at the moment. [i][color=cc33ff]Um....Fuck....Fuck this is so weird....I am going insane.....If....if you can hear me, where are you?[/color][/i]

	[color=7ea7d8][i]"...Some OMEN facility... It isn't too far away I don't think... Because it didn't take too long to get here..."[/i][/color] [color=A6C1C3]"It'll be okay, just calm down..."[/color] Muscles reassured her, as Guin let go of her head, her hands shaking. [color=cc33ff]"He says he's at an OMEN facility nearby..."[/color] she told him quietly. She figured they could just pull OMEN holdings and see which building was the closest, aside from the campaign center. [color=A6C1C3]"...You can use the link to actually track him..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"...How?"[/color] Was this some sort of Mental Messaging/GPS combo? She didn't remember agreeing to the Terms and Conditions on this. It was easy to panic about this, but she did recognize that at least she knew Pietro was alive. What if they developed some sort of creepy hive mind? [color=A6C1C3]"Focus on him, and picture a map of New York... Follow your instincts and think..."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"....Yeah, my instincts say that I smoked a joint and this is the weird weed nightmare the universe has deemed appropriate."[/color] It was one explanation for all of the craziness that was going on. She had essentially become a human bloodhound/GPS, in a world where time travel was possible and political candidates were actually effective at orchestrating mass conspiracies, when she could hardly orchestrate a surprise birthday party for Pietro. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"Just, trust me, alright?"[/color] 

	[color=cc33ff]"Alright, Weed Induced Aaron Taylor Johnson fantasy, I'll try..."[/color] She then focused on a map of New York, her mind instantly going to the one showing the subway grid in New York and then next to the one that had hung on the wall of her geography class at MidTown Tech. She then focused on Pietro, feeling a bit tingly and then this odd feeling came up, like a sixth sense. [color=cc33ff]"...Does anyone have a map?"[/color] she asked, still feeling strange. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/CM9wcMhC/tenor.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] OMEN Facility - Cell Block (Area 51, Probably)[/center][hr][hr]	Dean stared at Richard, raising an eyebrow. He got that he was trying to be all macho and everything, but he seriously doubted that Richard being healed was better than getting the inhibitor out of someone else's system. Yet hearing that Thalia's powers weren't entirely drained gave him a sense of relief, but Pietro's words struck him. 

	[color=0072bc]"Dude, your freaking girlfriend - your Guina or whatever - moves around at this speed - how does that work for you too if you think she's irritatingly slow?"[/color] Dean couldn't help but ask, even as he got up and prepared to ram the door with Richard and Charlie. [color=0072bc]"Like seriously, if you two are kissing, wouldn't that just be the worst for you - if you can't stand this speed?"[/color] Dean pointed out. Dean then glanced at Lance, figuring that since he was Banner's kid, he had to be some sort of genius. He was probably right about the glass thing - but it was better than trying nothing. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Shut the hell up you speedster wannabe!"[/color] Dean sighed slightly at that. He hated being called that. [color=0072bc]"Come on, it's an innocent question - how's it work?"[/color] he insisted, feeling irritated and annoyed on principle. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Like I said, shut the hell up."[/color]

	Charlie had fallen quiet, something that also stood out to Dean. He hadn't really seen the kid shut up since he met him. Yet his thoughts also went towards the fact that the others hadn't been caught - someone would be bound to notice the son of a freaking Avenger was missing. Someone would come and rescue them if they couldn't manage to rescue themselves.