[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/TYdcdDvW/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=cc33ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower: Medical ---> the Quinjet [/center][hr][hr]	Guin took a deep breath, trying to keep the link open - the information flowing - but she didn't really know what she was doing, as she took the phone from Carolina as pretty much everyone shifted down to medical. Her hands felt a bit clammy as she panned through the phone, finally zooming in on a location about five miles out - which at least in New York City was [i]incredibly[/i] close. [color=cc33ff]"...They didn't go far..."[/color] Guin told Mary, Muscles, and the others, a bit quieter than she usually was. She then handed the phone to Mary, since she was the leader. [color=cc33ff]"Traffic is insane but...There's the Avengers quinjet that could probably take a team there quickly. It's got stealth mode too..."[/color] Well, for Guin standards this was pretty quiet. 

	[color=007236]"That's good, won't take us too long to catch up to them then,"[/color] Mary said, looking at the phone.

	[color=cc33ff]"...I can go prep the plane..."[/color]

	[color=007236]"Alright then... Go for it..."[/color] she said, giving her a slight smile. Guin nodded, putting her hands in her pockets. She left medical and headed upstairs, keeping clear of the wreckage and destruction of her home. In the lab, she grabbed a pair of what looked like the metal gloves of an Iron Man suit. She then headed to where the quinjet was kept, relieved to see that it was largely in tact. Guin then headed inside of the plane, turning on the engines and getting them ready to go. It reminded her a bit of when she and Lance had "borrowed" a plane a few years back...

	[color=cc33ff]"...Is there a reason why you're following me?"[/color] she asked softly, not really certain why he had come with her. She still felt shaken, learning that apparently she had some sort of secret connection with Pietro that she didn't know about. When was he going to tell her about it? What did it mean for her privacy and personal space? Would she ever be able to be alone with her thoughts again? 

	[color=A6C1C3]"...I'm wondering if you're okay, especially since the younger me isn't here to hover over you and check on you."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Physically, mentally, or emotionally?"[/color] However, it wasn't just the mental link that was troubling her...it was their plan of action. All of their time talking to Jakobsen may as well have been wasted - J.A.R.V.I.S. hadn't found any information yet in the data they recovered and now, some of their friends had been abducted. They were about to attack a U.S. government facility and break them out with the help of the Brotherhood...and [i]destroy[/i] the facility. Sure, O.M.E.N. was a horrible and corrupt organization...but to an outsider, the X-Men were about to commit an act of terrorism - to inflict their will upon the world. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"All of the above."[/color] Wasn't that exactly what O.M.E.N. was afraid that mutants would do? [color=cc33ff]"I'm fine,"[/color] she said, shaking her head as she went to the consoles and started programming in a flight plan as well. And what about the future? She couldn't shake the feeling that they weren't making anything better...that they were just rushing faster and faster towards oblivion. [color=A6C1C3]"...If you say so."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"I do."[/color] Of course, it was a lie. She felt stressed and worried. If they were going to attack O.M.E.N., they should have done it earlier - when they were at full strength. She hated to admit it, but Allison and the others - though they went about it the wrong way - had had a point. [color=A6C1C3]"Alright then..."[/color] he said, falling silent now. Guin finished the prep work for the flight, sitting down in the pilot's seat. There was a small sticker that said [i]J.A.R.V.I.S. IS MY COPILOT[/i] and she smiled slightly at it. [color=cc33ff]"...I'm sorry we fucked it all up...I don't know if you'll see your wife again..."[/color] she then said quietly.  

	[color=A6C1C3]"...Don't worry, you guys didn't screw everything up, it isn't your fault."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Really? Because now half of the team is locked up in an O.M.E.M. facility, probably about to get probed or some bullshit, and the injured team is teaming up with the Brotherhood to commit an act that can easily be sold as domestic terrorism...I don't see any version of this that is going to end well, so I'm sorry, but the future is fucked. You should have just gone back in time and made a new mutant homeland or some shit instead to survive..."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Look, things may seem bad now, but trust me, it doesn't look like that to me. Here, in this time era, things are better than they were, and we can prove to people that we are in the right. Yes, it may seem like that, but things will get better."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"...Or we just made the future a lot darker a whole lot faster...."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"You don't know that... If I felt like we were going to fail, I would have asked Thalia to look into the time stream or something to see what's going on."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a64dff]Folly Valeska[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Bbq2ndkG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=a64dff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Stark Tower: Medical[/center][hr][hr]	Folly had remained relatively quiet as she assisted in the move of the injured, glancing over at Dr. Banner as he arrived and set to work. She disliked Mary's plan, not because of whether or not she believed it would work - but because of the danger it would place Mary in. Yet as she glanced at Sara, something took a hold of her and she approached the girl, extending her hand. [color=a64dff]"You can copy abilities, yes? In the upcoming fight...I want you to copy mine,"[/color] Folly told her. [color=a64dff]"I regenerate very quickly. It will keep you safe and protected."[/color]

	Damon nodded at Mary, eager to get on with this. He wanted to go and protect those at the facility - those that he had already failed. [color=orange]"Let's go,"[/color] he said simply. [color=orange]"Who can fight?"[/color] he then asked, as the Stark girl gave the location and headed off to prep the jet, with Future Quicksilver following behind her. [color=a64dff]"I can,"[/color] Folly said, glancing around the room. The little kids should remain behind, but they had a good handful of people who could do this job. 

	[color=a64dff]"...Not everyone is going to come back from this mission,"[/color] she then said softly. [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]	They weren't making much progress when it came to ramming the glass - and yes, they didn't have much of a plan for what to do if it broke. It once again made him wonder how some of the X-Men without combative powers managed to get by. Sure, they didn't have their powers currently - but how did Stark Jr. manage to fight with the team when her powers did nothing? His thoughts broke away from that as a group of O.M.E.N. agents came to get them and he suddenly felt [i]incredibly[/i] hungry, noticing that he was able to perceive things a bit faster as well. 

	[color=0072bc]"...Power's back on,"[/color] he whispered to his cellmates. Once the cell door was open, he lunged forward, grabbing the gun from the agent. It fumbled about in his hand for a moment before he could get a proper grip on it. He had the gun aimed at the agent he had stolen it from. [color=0072bc]"Hey man, if you want to live, your friends need to drop their weapons and put their hands where I can see them."[/color] But predictably, the agents didn't do anything of the sort, instead pointing their guns at Dean. [color=0072bc]"...That figures, I was going to be nice,"[/color] he muttered, before he fired off seven shots, using his agility to help. He hit four of them, taking down two of them. The other two that he hit, one was hit in the leg and the other in the arm.  

	He was hoping that the others would have their powers active soon, since his had come back. He went for another round of shots, taking down one of the previously injured agents and then hitting another in the arm. But Dean had never trained for combat before in his life and one of the agents shot him, hitting him in the stomach as he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground and bleeding profusely. 

	[color=0072bc]"Hey...hey Maximoff...I bet they didn't see that coming..."[/color] Dean mumbled, his head hitting against something solid - the floor? the wall? the cell door? He couldn't tell. 

	[color=7ea7d8]"Now is not the time for some bad joke or whatever."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"If I bleed out and die....Make sure prom happens...."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"You aren't going to die you idiot, so just shut up."[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"I'm just gonna take a nap....."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"Nope, someone punch him to stay awake for me would ya?"[/color]

	Dean then closed his eyes, his breathing beginning to slow. He felt so tired...