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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]The Hub - San Fransisco: February 14th, 2021 - 10:00 A.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=84B4E2][b]Virology Lab...[/b][/color]

	It was all hands on deck in the labs. In the conference room, top researchers from around the world were in a holographic version of a Zoom meeting, discussing what they could do about M-Pox. Reed Richards and Bruce Banner, among others, were partaking in the conversation. Dr. Jiāng, the scientific mind behind the Secret Warriors and the Phase Three Experiments, was in the room along with Chloe Ridgeway, Cass' cousin. 

	[color=f7976a]"...Richards, you can't seriously be suggesting the [i]Godpower[/i] theory..."[/color]

	[color=ff6600]"I'm sorry, the [i]what?[/i]"[/color] Chloe asked. 

	Out in the lab proper, technicians were running experiments at just about every work bench. Yet even those in the virology lab did not represent the full workforce. The desks outside were filled, with people pouring through countless articles, running every simulation and calculation that they could think of, all in an attempt to find a way to mitigate this virus. S.H.I.E.L.D. luckily had enough protective suits for the mutants they employed, but they didn't have nearly enough for even a small fraction of the mutants in the world. 

	Simmons had given the vial of Wolverine's blood to Niah, her eyes widening at the news that Cass was the cure somehow. She was instantly skeptical of the claim. [color=00ccff]"Agent Reed, you're the cure - what exactly? Never mind, we need to get Agent Sparks stable,"[/color] she shook her head, going and putting an oxygen mask on Sparky. [color=00ccff]"Dr. Bautista, if you wouldn't mind?"[/color] she asked, getting the stuff for a blood transfusion set up. Her eyes flickered over to Tempest. [color=00ccff]"Agent Renroir - if you could try to stabilize our patient."[/color]

	Maria's phone would begin to obnoxiously ring and buzz repeatedly as a series of texts all came in at once - 

	[i][color=add3ff]Space??? Are you okay??? 
	Cardiff too???
	Maria?????
	MARIA YOU MOTHERFUCKING BETTER ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!
	I've never related more to Frozone's wife in the Incredibles
	DON'T MAKE ME PRETEND IT'S AN AVENGERS LEVEL THREAT AND COME OVER THERE
	MA-RI-A!!!!![/color][/i][hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/8k67nDb4/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=f6989d]Location:[/color][/b] Quinjet - the Hangar
[b][color=f6989d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [/center][hr]	Bonnie rolled her eyes at Flynn's attempts at comedy. [color=f6989d]"If you walked that off, you'd just make it worse, idiot."[/color] She liked him and she appreciated that he had to preserve his macho identity, but walking on a shattered knee wasn't going to do him any favors. He was an idiot - a cute idiot. Goose walked up to her and began purring, having apparently been taking a catnap the entire time. She was glad the fur ball was okay. Flynn had hobbled off of the quinjet and Bonnie began to follow suit, using the rail to support herself as she awkwardly hopped on off. 

	Her ankle was throbbing and [i]definitely[/i] swelling. It was bad enough that it was broken, but the sling ring transports by Strange had aggravated her injuries. Each time they made a jump, it was like slamming their bodies into the ground - not the medical recommended standards for broken bone care! Tinley's broken leg was [i]not[/i] a fan of her continuing to use it. She would be rocked with crippling, debilitating pain as her leg refused to bear weight anymore. Tinley would collapse from the abuse of her leg as she went into the hangar. Flynn's shattered knee would similarly be giving him a lot of pain, probably enough to make him scream. 

	[color=53A981]"Mind your injuries,"[/color] Strange reminded them, before he began to float and meditate. His image seemed to blur as he chanted something in an ancient tongue, preparing wards and defenses against the Black Order. He couldn't hear or see anything near him in that sort of state, so shouting at him or asking him questions would be useless. 
	
	Thane was bound in the magical chains and standard issue prison cuffs, Matt's helmet awkwardly obscuring his face. "Help, help, this bitch fell," Thane said at a perfectly normal volume with a malicious smirk, looking around. He had been in prison long enough to know that looking out for the guards wasn't a particularly great idea. "So if you're still alive and not dead, miss... What the fuck is the Black Order?"

	[color=f6989d]"Tin-erm, Agent Abercrombie!"[/color] Bonnie explained. She tried to shuffle hop her way on over to Tinley, also wary of Thane. Even with the magical chains on him and the handcuffs, he still looked like he could snap her like a toothpick with ease. Luckily for them, however, the hangar was soon flooded with other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, led by Director Maria Hill. 

	[color=#76D7C4]"Agent Abercrombie - we need to talk,"[/color] Hill said sternly. The agents were able to pretty much plainly see that Thane was a prisoner and they surrounded him, all of them aiming guns at the giant as they shuffled him off, about to place him in an interrogation holding cell. Some of the agents walked on over to Flynn, Tinley, and Bonnie, a floating stretcher trailing along with them for Tinley. 

	Bonnie knew she wasn't going to make it to virology very fast with her ankle. [color=f6989d]"Goose? I need to get to the virology lab, fast,"[/color] she told the cat softly, hoping he'd understand.