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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 - 6:50 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=FF1C06][b][i]The Common Room...[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=add3ff]"You mean HYDRA,"[/color] Novikova corrected her fiancée, breaking into giggles. The Phase Three experiments had been secretly organized and funded by HYDRA. Everyone who received their powers due to them had been intended to be molded into weapons for HYDRA, designed to be used against super threats like the Avengers and anyone else who would try to stop the offshoot of the Nazi science division. She wished that there was a HYDRA operative at the party - in her drunken mood, she definitely could have had some fun beating them up like a piñata. She even wished that Agent Kennedy was there. 

	As Maria tried to take the bottle of vodka away from her, Novikova extended her arm in order to keep it within her own grasp. [color=add3ff]"But we haven't done Secret Santa yet!"[/color] Novikova then protested, her tone switching to something more serious than playful. [color=add3ff]"We spent money on those gifts and if we leave without getting our gifts, then we get nothing,"[/color] she reasoned, before forgetting that she was trying to keep the vodka [i]away[/i] from Maria and she took another swig, draining as much from the bottle as she could. The stereotype was true in this case. [color=add3ff]"I'm sure they'll be back soon or maybe Deadpool killed Tinley for firing me or something..."[/color]

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

	[color=f6989d]"You're too sweet, Cass,"[/color] Bonnie said, tempted to shake her head but she knew better. She was a doctor herself and wasn't about to try to worsen the concussion. Everything was a little bit dizzying and confusing, but she knew that it would pass with rest (and careful monitoring). It didn't click in her mind just yet that Tempest could have healed her concussion, as Bonnie waved at Tempest and Tinley as they got on their bike. [color=f6989d]"Oh, yeah - I shouldn't go on a motorcycle,"[/color] Bonnie then recalled, nodding in agreement with Sparky - before abruptly ceasing to move her head again, trying to stay still. 

	[color=f6989d]"Freddie, calm down, I'm fine!"[/color] Bonnie protested. [color=f6989d]"I can call a cab or something - or maybe Sparky can fly me back..."[/color] she suggested. She knew that he got angry pretty easily and as much as she did enjoy seeing him shirtless, she didn't want him to burst into flames at that moment. For a split second, she saw double. [color=f6989d]"Or I can walk - it's nice out... Or..."[/color] Bonnie trailed off, trying to think of another form of transportation. Walking was definitely [i]not[/i] the best choice. Concussions called for rest and pain meds. 

	As for the Asgardian, he sighed slightly as he looked at Sparky. He didn't want to lie to her, but it would ruin all of this if he just flat out told her right now. It was going to be way more dramatic and he lived for drama. [color=d86615]"Sparks, if I told you, it'd be lame,"[/color] he admitted, smirking a little bit. His ensemble certainly was a little bit odd - Santa hat, pants, and boots without a shirt - and probably would have been decent for a calendar photoshoot for the month of December. [color=d86615]"And Sexy Santa never ruins a surprise."[/color] His mind flickered towards Yule for a moment and the pain of his parents' death - of the loss of his planet - and he forced the smirk to stay on his face. [color=d86615]"If you're not flying Chase back, mind giving me a lift?"[/color] he asked. 

	[color=d86615]"You could be my reindeer,"[/color] he joked.