[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Dean Kesseli[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s17.postimg.cc/5yix22r6n/original.gif[/img][hr][color=0072bc][b]Location:[/b][/color] Blackbird[/center][hr][hr]	Dean wanted to kick himself at Mira's rebuttal. He always did tend to be a little bit gullible, believing the rumors he heard. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. [color=0072bc]"Sorry, man, that was dumb of me...Of course those rumors aren't true - Wakanda's a third world country after all,"[/color] he said, making an awkwardly insulting apology. [color=0072bc]"But for someone who's never gone to school before...you seem really smart,"[/color] he added. He wouldn't have guessed that Mira came from a country that lacked the resources needed to educate its population. 

	The idea of going to Stark Tower that the new kid had - that seemed promising to him. [color=0072bc]"Only problem with that is I'm pretty sure they don't just hand out that number...Where's Stark? She'd have it,"[/color] Dean proposed. [color=0072bc]"And the others...I guess we just wait till the last possible second and then we leave,"[/color] he suggested softly. He took a look at Lance before grabbing some bandages and nodding for him to sit down. 

	[color=0072bc]"Uh, let's not pull them out with a beak...If you can try to stitch up Beast, I can get these cuts cleaned and patched up for him,"[/color] Dean said to Bethany. Although Carolina had volunteered, he had some medical training and had a vague idea of what to do. He gave Lance an awkward smile, quickly disinfecting his hands and putting on a fresh pair of gloves he found in the medical supplies. He hadn't imagined doing this when he woke up that morning - all he had really wanted to do was pass out flyers for prom and get the attendance to be higher than expected. Instead, he'd had to give first aid to Dr. McCoy, he'd insulted a Wakandan girl by accident, and now he was about to pull glass out of a new student's back - all while running from robots that wanted to kill them all, accompanied by the future version of Quicksilver.  	

	What a day. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guinevere Stark[/color] & [color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s31.postimg.cc/megoay0ob/ezgif-2-2c00c5713b.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Grounds of the Institute[/center][hr][hr]	Folly nodded, running towards the Blackbird without question. She ran into Charlie and Sara, raising an eyebrow at the pair. She recognized Charlie - he was so young now, it was a little strange to see. She herself looked largely the same after a decade, yet the others had changed dramatically. Pietro hardly looked anything like his younger counterpart in her opinion. In some of those she had seen, the largest difference was in the eyes - an innocence that was no longer there. She then looked at Sara sadly. [color=a64dff]"You both need to evacuate,"[/color] Folly told them calmly. She pulled out her daggers and gave them a twirl. 

	[color=a64dff]"This isn't the time to make a heroic stand,"[/color] she then advised them softly. She understood the temptation for heroics - but they didn't have her healing factor. She had every intention of covering the escape route for the others, keeping it clear so that way everyone could get out - especially Marygold. Two inexperienced kids would only be getting in her way. 

	Meanwhile, Guin was resisting the urge to punch Nina as well. She could see the self righteous look on the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's face and for a moment, she was seeing red. Punching Richard had given her some satisfaction, but it hadn't fixed the underlying problem that no one seemed to understand how the chain of command worked. She took her last EMP and lobbed it at an oncoming Sentinel, giving Pietro a quick smile as she spotted him. [color=cc33ff]"Volim te, Pietro,"[/color] she told him with a grin, having remembered that one short little phrase from the Serbian lessons. 

	Pulling her icer, she headed back with the others to the Blackbird, intending to stun any O.M.E.N. agent they crossed paths with. As she climbed onto the plane, she spotted a pale Lance that had lost a bit too much blood, covered with glass shards. [color=cc33ff]"LANDO!"[/color] Guin called out, quickly running over to him. [color=cc33ff]"What did you do, you idiot?"[/color] she asked him, looking him over to try to see if he had any other visible injuries. 

	[color=0072bc]"Uh, Ms. Stark?"[/color] Dean asked, raising his hand. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Take a number, kid. My lab husband is in trouble and I don't want to find a new fume hood spouse."[/color]