[b]Hulk[/b] - So short a banner isn't worth it.

"I'll be fine." He turned looking at the camping gear. "I myself could do with a rest. I am sure I shall be seeing you shortly. After all, you are the one who'll have to keep me informed on what's going on in the world. Don't want to end without me knowing about it."

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[i]"Captain! Wilson, can you hear me?"[/i] his ear piece crackled as Wilson pushed something off the top of him, groaning slightly. Sparks could be heard falling down onto the floor and bouncing away, as the entire hull of the craft creaked and groaned in protest to what it had just been through. The lights flickering with all the consoles as they all struggled for power. He looked around at the strike team, none of them seemed alive however he'd have to check before he went anywhere. "I'm here Director. It seems we took a detour."[i]"Your beacon activated - happened to you down there?"[/i] The radio, beginning to break up Wilson felt his head piece, it seemed fine and with it being patched straight into satellites unless he was deep underground he should have no problems with communication.

Unless someone was jamming him that was. "Took a hard landing sir, I think someone doesn't want us here. The situation seems more serious than we believed it to be."[i]"Do you want me to- backup?- half an hour."[/i]"No sir, sending in more jets just risks more lives. I'll need to find out what shot us down first and neutralize it. I'll keep you apprised, Wilson out." The radio snapped as the connection was cut, of course Fury could re-activate it if he needed to but that wouldn't be unless something really serious happened. 

For now he'd have to manage. Moving between the team members he checked for a pulse, it seemed some of them had died in the crash whereas some unlucky sods had bled out. If only he had woken up sooner he could have done something. [i]It's not your fault Sam, lets not relive Afghanistan[/i] was the only comfort he got from his subconcious. Which was true enough, now wasn't the time to mope around. He had to figure out what had shot them down, find it and then disable it. Then his original mission would still apply. Moving to the beacon he pulled it out, disabling it's power. Yes it would make the bodies harder to find for burial but he didn't want someone coming along and desecrating the bodies.

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Doom had made note, that his escort was not present as he stepped off his plane onto American soil. If he had seriously been in danger then he would have left, he had actually considered it. Though there were agents of S.H.I.E.L.D there so it would be hard to cast the organisation in poor light for that. Besides, if it had come to it he could defend himself. Though not many others knew that he did enjoy having the ace up his sleeve. He waved his arm and the doombots instantly understood the command and moved to defend his aircraft. While he could not use them everywhere on American soil technically the aircraft did belong to Latvaria so both it and the Latvarian embassy could be protected by his doombots.

It took him a ghastly hour to get to the estate for the party, whoever was in management of the road and transport systems in this country had not improved since he had went to university here. For one the traffic light set up was completely idiotic and needed an overhaul, as did the buses and the amount of poor drivers was atrocious. Everything in Latveria ran flawlessly, a testament to his leadership. Sometimes he forgot, despite the news articles how much the rest of the world was in chaos and out of order. How grim it really was. This fact was likely to irritate him most of the evening.

However he was impressed when he saw the Parrington estate. Stepping out of his car there were obviously photographers in the area trying to catch a glimpse at their superiors. As they should. He merely ignored them, walking tall and proud to the front door. Several photographers who seemed to be running around in the grounds on front of people needed to scurry out of his way as he did not stop. When he reached the doors of the building he walked into the reception area of the building. Hearing the music and laughter he decided to wait until one of the owners of the house acknowledged his presence. While they were no doubt his inferior, he wasn't a hypocrite and there were rules to follow.