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[img]https://i.postimg.cc/4dR0g1Vq/image.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@FantasyChic][@Natsu][/center][hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Cardiff, Wales: February 14th, 2021 - 5:30 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=84B4E2][b]Cardiff Castle...[/b][/color]

	Strange looked at Sparky, pity swelling up in his heart for her. He hadn't known her - yet he was familiar with Raynor. The Asgardian had been an irritating force in the Age of Ultron timeline, and while he had made the wrong choices, they were for the right reason. [color=53A981]"Agent Sparks, if I may... If you have his hairbrush or comb, perhaps even his toothbrush, I can attempt to divine a location for you,"[/color] Strange offered. [color=53A981]"I would have to determine if there are any variations for Asgardians, yet the magic should be effective."[/color] That was all he could say at the moment. 

	He first made a portal underneath the skrull!Raynor body, placing it back onto the quinjet. Doctor Strange concentrated then, creating a gigantic portal underneath the quinjet, sending it to outside the prison. Sweat was trickling down his face as he closed it and made his last portal. [color=53A981]"If anyone has a granola bar, that would be appreciated,"[/color] he said, his stomach growling as he went on in, only closing it once everyone joined them. 

[color=84B4E2][b]HM Prison Cardiff...[/b][/color]

	The guards bought everything Tinley told them without a second thought. Perhaps it was from her talent when it came to bluffs and deception. Maybe they had seen the carnage outside and figured they weren't paid enough to die for their country if they said [i]no[/i]. A few minutes later, a squad of seven guards returned with [url=https://www.usajacket.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/Top-Hopper-Corduroy-Jacket.jpg]Thane di Angelo[/url]. He was incredibly hairy, easily seven feet tall, and was built like a boulder. "This is him, Ms. Peterson," one of the guards said. "Is your transport outside?"

	Thane stared at her, a cocky smirk slowly coming up on his face. "Damn, you're prettier than the last lawyer, sis."[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=f6989d]Bonnie Chase[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YSBKNgs/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Outside HM Prison Cardiff 
[b][color=f6989d]Skills:[/color][/b] Jack of All Trades (Medicine), Perception, Intuition[/center][hr]	Bonnie was confused as to why she hadn't died. She could account for the gashes on her face - her helmet had cracked during her fight with Corvus Glaive. The jagged edges cut open her face. The force from her being thrown backwards like a rag doll had broken her nose and caused the rapidly forming bruises all over her body. All of that was logical. She couldn't explain how Corvus had failed to snap her neck - or how she hadn't died from the impact. [color=f6989d]"That should have killed me.... This... this doesn't make sense,"[/color] she murmured to Flynn. Her heart warmed seeing him. 

	Slowly, Bonnie worked herself up into a sitting position. Everything ached, but nothing was broken beyond her nose - and her ankle. She winced as she made the mistake of trying to put weight on it. The doctor refocused on Flynn for a moment, frowning as his injury jumped out at her. [color=f6989d]"Your knee - don't put weight on it. I'll need to take a look at it, give you some medicine for the pain until we can get Tempest here."[/color] Slowly, she used her good leg and her hands to push herself up off of the ground, raising into a standing position. 

	Something had happened to her - whatever that vision was... Bonnie had a feeling it was what was responsible for this. She'd need to run tests and diagnostics later. Tinley had already gone ahead into the prison. [color=f6989d]"We're not going to be able to win,"[/color] she said quietly. Bonnie took her helmet off as carefully as she could, trying not to cut herself again on the jagged edges. The Terrigen Mist didn't hurt her anyways - she wasn't a mutant or an inhuman. It was safe, relatively speaking. [color=f6989d]"Not with brute strength... We'll have to trick them."[/color]

	She yelped a bit in surprise as the quinjet dropped in out of nowhere, followed by Strange and the others.