[h1][b][i][color=lightcoral][center]Charlie Farrier[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center] [img]https://media.virginradio.fr/article-3778902-raw/jeremy-gilbert-le-super-chasseur-on-aimerait.gif[/img] [hr][hr] [sub][color=lightcoral]Location: Unknown [/color][/sub] [/center] [hr][hr] Charlie couldn't help but feel a bit put out that Allison had ignored him in the van, but honestly, there was enough going on that he couldn't blame her for it. After speeding along the roads and probably running a few stop signs, the van finally screeched to a halt and the five were hauled out into a fairly normal looking building. Not the evil lair/dungeon/laboratory he'd expected, but the innards met his expectations a bit more. Medical looking rooms, empty corridors, and the clear-walled cells they were eventually thrown into. The fact that they'd been thrown in together, only separated by sex, made Charlie think that this was a fairly impromptu facility. Not one built for hosting this many prisoners - it didn't make sense to put everyone together. A group meant solidarity and planning, which also meant hope. Even riddled with bullet holes, hope could still make a difference. His attention was grabbed from mulling over their situation silently when the others began questioning Thalia. Or rather, not the Thalia that they knew. Obviously this was the present day one, the one who had no idea about the future she would suffer and the world as they knew it coming to an end. Shifting over towards the cell where the girls lay, he realised something that was either good or bad news, depending on how things went. [color=lightcoral]"We know you. The future version of you."[/color] He began, brow furrowing as he thought. [color=lightcoral]"It's a long story, but you came back to this time to prevent... a lot of bad shit from happening. But your future version never told us about this meeting. It seems a pretty important encounter to not mention, which probably means that our past is already changing from their past."[/color] He wasn't sure if he was making sense, but hopefully the others would catch on to his train of thought. [color=lightcoral]"So that means we can change other stuff from happening too. We just have to.. y'know, bust outta here first."[/color] Definitely easier said than done, but as he'd thought before, they had the numbers. Sure, Richard was done for the count until his healing powers came back, but the rest of them were in okay shape. Even Ayita's tranquilliser couldn't last much longer. Unfortunately he couldn't find anything within eyeshot that could potentially help them out. [hr][hr] [h1][center][b][i][color=goldenrod]Nina van Essenhout[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1] [center] [img]http://gifimage.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/felicity-jones-gif-hunt-4.gif[/img] [hr][hr] [sub][color=goldenrod]Location: Stark Tower[/color][/sub] [/center] [hr][hr] Carolina's answer was a troublesome one, but as the group arrived at Stark tower, it was clear that they had bigger fish to fry at that moment. As the future counterparts' injuries had predicted, it was under attack by OMEN. Nina briefly wondered if the rest of the Avengers would get a distress call and come to help, but upon seeing Iron Man and the Hulk in action, she figured those guys had it covered. They were two of the heaviest hitters in the group anyway. And much to her satisfaction, Nina was a heavy hitter too. While the Sentinels were able to adapt against most powers, there wasn't much they could do against brute strength. That much was obvious by the way Folly was carving one of them up, and Marygold's vines had made short work of some of them back at the mansion as well. Hanging onto the vine for support, Nina readied herself and picked her target as the group made it to the top. Almost immediately she flung herself at the back of the closest one, using her strength to propel herself through the air to clamber on top of its shoulders. Legs pinned to its back, Nina brought down her fists together against the side of its neck, smiling triumphantly as the metal creaked and gave way against the force of the blow. Digging her fingers in, Nina widened the hole, grabbing whatever machinery she could manage from within and ripping it out. The Sentinel flailed, and she jumped from its back, landing gracefully in front before it could even strike her. The head was still unfortunately attached, but it was clear she was nearly there in completing it's decapitation.