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[img]https://i.postimg.cc/3N5hCKFC/image.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Vv7F6QDF/source.gif[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@Natsu][/center][hr][center][h3][color=FF1C06][b]The Hub - San Fransisco: December 24th, 2020 - 6:40 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=FF1C06][b][i]The Common Room...[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=add3ff]"Pff, like Stark is going to be any help - you can't trust him,"[/color] she warned Oliver. Her mentor was Hank Pym, an intellectual rival of Howard Stark and thus Tony by extension. She smirked slightly though as the conversation turned towards making sure that the team wasn't compromised. Roman had been a skrull, so they were doing a [i]fantastic[/i] job at that in her opinion. She opened up another bottle of vodka and took a swig, seeing as this was S.H.I.E.L.D. business and she had been fired. It wasn't her problem. [color=add3ff]"How do you know Stark isn't a skrull, kid?"[/color] Novikova pointed out to him, raising that question purely in order to antagonize Oliver.

	She remembered when their team had first formed - the HYDRA infiltrating of S.H.I.E.L.D. This was hardly any different than that, wasn't it? To defeat an organization, all you had to do was weaken it. [color=add3ff]"What if you're a skrull?"[/color] Novikova then pressed, taking another drink of vodka. [color=add3ff]"And this is all just a ploy to get us to trust you, by making it seem like you couldn't possibly be one?"[/color] The silver haired mutant then tipped her glasses, staring at Oliver as she fell into a trance, seeing hundreds of his alternate lives rush by. 

	By the time she slid her glasses back onto her eyes, Novikova was laughing as she stared at Oliver. She was laughing so hard that she cried. [color=add3ff]"You're worse than a skrull,"[/color] she snickered, more than a little bit wasted. [color=add3ff]"You don't even know who you are."[/color]

[color=FF1C06][b][i]The Park...[/i][/b][/color]

	Raynor winced, taking a sharp breath as he watched Tinley pummel Deadpool's family jewels. Yes, he was angry with the mutant for stealing the presents - mostly because of the present he had gotten for his Secret Santa - but Raynor was also male. He couldn't watch such a thorough dick stomping without feeling a swell of pity for the Merc with a Mouth. Raynor shifted his stance slightly, just in case someone tried to go and do the same thing to him. He didn't really care too much about being shirtless, even with the evening chill setting in - it was California, things never really got too hot here. 

	[color=f6989d]"I'm fine,"[/color] Bonnie muttered, her head pounding. Cass, Flynn, and Niah were all asking about her - it was sweet. Her ears were ringing and she couldn't focus properly enough to realize that she was concussed. Sparky had zapped Deadpool into unconsciousness and since Tempest had recovered all of the presents, there weren't any objectives remaining to this mission. [color=f6989d]"Hey, Freddie... Happy Hannukah..."[/color] Bonnie then mumbled, trying to get up to her feet but it was hard to find her balance. [color=f6989d]"Maybe we can play dreidel or something since... since we... we caught Deadpool."[/color] She almost forgot why they were there in the park for a moment.  

	Raynor glared at Deadpool for a moment, thinking over what Oliver said. [color=d86615]"He stole something incredibly precious and valuable - and almost ruined this night!"[/color] he shouted, completely ignoring the fact that he had punched Harry earlier and had arguably begun the destruction of the party. [color=d86615]"Are we seriously going to just let him go? He's a mercenary, a trained assassin, and a completely annoying one too! And weird!"[/color] he huffed, running a hand through his hair. [color=d86615]"We should book him - send him off to the Raft. He can keep Luminous company on Christmas."[/color]

	[color=f6989d]"Let him go, I was the one that got hurt,"[/color] Bonnie argued, finally having gotten back up to her feet without falling back down to the ground. [color=f6989d]"It's Christmas Eve - we can be nice to him for once."[/color] After all, wasn't that the spirit of Christmas - having compassion for others? Or was it about getting second chances like in a Christmas Carol? Or not shooting your eye out, like in Christmas Story? Or being green and mean like in Grinch? [color=f6989d]"It's like in Grinch - we have to be nice to him, or he'll just be a dick for life."[/color] Bonnie rarely swore - pretty much everyone there with medical training would realize she had a concussion by this point.