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[COLOR=red][indent][sub][I]Triskellion, Washington D.C.[/I] - [I]Present Day[/I][/sub][sup][right]Issue 1.02.1: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ru3gH27Fn6E]So What'cha Want[/url][/right][/sup][/indent][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [I]Arsenal[color=white] and [/color][color=00aeef]Captain America[/color][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [I][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4908767]1.04.5: From Here to Eternity[/url] and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4909449]1.01.6: Sweet Child O’ Mine[/url][/I][/right][/SUP][/indent][/color]

Roy slacked his jaw for a moment as the screen went black in the SHIELD facility. His mind was in over-drive. He looked about at the various projects on his plate. He had managed to get a few of the Tinkerer’s devices working again, as per Coulson’s request. He glanced briefly at the hardcover files sitting on his desk. He had just finished the Falcon prototype and run it through testing, but it was a piece of technology even Harper didn’t feel comfortable testing yet. He could bring it with him just in case.

No, what Roy needed was something to counter those… things. They were burrowing into the necks of civilians and driving them mad. He needed a temporary fix… something to keep him becoming one of them. Porcupine was a maybe… but what he really needed was something stronger. Roy’s eyes almost flicked over one file that had been tossed at the top of the shred pile. He picked it up, going over the specs. The “battle suits” from Trasnia were barely operational and nowhere near suitable for human use. Dr. Mason had managed to get some of the armor to mimicking a “suiting up” process, but…

Roy smiled, and began pushing the flatbed cart with a few crates aboard out of the lab. He had a feeling he knew what team would be mobilizing first.[hr]

[color=gray]”Wheels up in ninety seconds, Captain.”[/color] A squadron of SHIELD agents were busy as the Captain was busy readjusting the strap on his new gauntlet. He had grown use to his more covert suit, but his updated "stars and stripes" uniform would do for an operation on this scale. Rogers himself was strapping his shield onto his back as he picked out an ICER sidearm from an open crate and holstered it.

He heard some unintelligible shouting as he turned to board the quinjet, and sighed as he saw a man in a sleeveless red outfit pushing a flatbed cart at full speed in his direction. Cap placed his palm on his sidearm, raising his left hand in Roy’s direction. [color=00aeef]”Authorized personnel only.”[/color]

Roy rolled his eyes, not backing down as he continued pushing full speed. [color=red]”Roy Harper, level 5 Initiative.”[/color] As he barreled forward, he saw the Captain draw his sidearm and lift it up, and swore under his breath. [color=red]”I was Green Arrow’s sidekick, and I can help you.”[/color]

Steve grit his teeth, holstering his weapon as Roy rolled the ramp onto the jet. The SHIELD agents inside gave an expectant look to Captain Rogers, who gave them a nod. They immediately began unloading the crates to secure them before takeoff. Captain Rogers yanked the now-empty cart backwards while making eye-contact with Roy, and it briskly rolled out of the jet and into the hangar. [color=00aeef]”You’ve got thirty seconds to make a compelling case. You can take longer, but that would be a nasty fall, soldier.”[/color]

Roy took a deep breath, having practiced this speech a few times in his head already. [color=red]”Initiative trained. I was an informant for your operation in Vlatava. Regardless, I’m good with tech, and Fury had me look at those suits from Trasnia. I might be able to keep a few of us safe from those… things.”[/color] Roy jabbed a few of his fingers into the back of his neck to childishly imitate the bugs burrowing into the base of the neck.

Steve raised an eyebrow, turned his gaze towards the other SHIELD agents, and gave a curt nod. [color=00aeef]”Romanoff is with Fury mobilizing the Helicarrier, and Masters is leading Bravo Squad. You just earned yourself a battlefield promotion, soldier.”[/color] He quickly went to his seat and entered into the cockpit, taking the co-pilot seat. Captain Rogers shouted over his shoulder, [color=00aeef]”Strap in boys, Non-Stop to NYC”[/color]

Roy remained standing, grabbing onto a harness from the ceiling and clutching it for dear life as the jet began to rise vertically off the ground for a few moments before rocketing off North towards New York City.