Steve Rogers hadn’t slept a wink last night. The brief visit from Natasha was somewhat welcome in his brooding state, though the subject matter of their short conversation was quickly shoved into the back of his mind. The last thing he needed to think on was the fact that a potential ally could turn into a potential enemy given any sort of ‘trigger’ for the release of the hidden anger residing inside the beautiful Jean Grey. If that’s all that Natasha was talking about; anger; then he had no opinion. She had every right to be angry…they all did. After saying their goodbyes, Steve then returned to his shield, running a waxed cloth over the Vibranium steel to ensure maximum shine. When he left in the morning…he wanted to make damn sure that his enemies knew that Captain America had arrived.

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Now sitting amongst his new-found group of allies, Steve was slunk down in his chair keeping his eyes down on the table and running his finger gently over the wood…anything to keep his mind distracted from having to look into the eyes of any of his friends…the eyes that would tell him just how frightened they were of this situation. The words that had been spoken last night on the beach struck hard with everyone…’death trap.’ Well…on the bright side he no longer smelt like ocean water, as during his restless night he had managed to take multiple showers, one to actually clean himself and the others in hopes to clear his jumbled up mind. He currently wore his Captain America suit, having discarded the ‘disguise’ he wore yesterday long ago but the hood was currently down, not seeing much of a point of wearing it right now anyway. At Thor’s request of a feast before their departure, he had realized that he hadn’t eaten anything either…not that his stomach would be able to handle it anyway. He glanced up at his friend, just about to stand when instead; Domino had beaten him to it, earning a distasteful type of snarl from Steve as he settled his body back into the chair.

Neena had arrived to the meeting a little on the late side thanks to the night she had before. She thought she could just get away with a change of clothes, but upon flashes of memories coming to her as she got ready, she was desperately longing for a shower. Now clean and clad in her usual black suit, she was with the others thinking over the same type of things she was sure everyone else in that room was. [i]Who among them now would not be here tomorrow?[/i] Her attention was then immediately grabbed by Thor at his mention of breakfast, and her eyes looked upon the target she had intended on last night, before she shot a quick glance to the man who she had actually gotten into bed with. She stood with the Asguardian and walked with him to breakfast, not saying much on the way…not until they had both finished eating. They were heading in opposite directions, so that meant that one of them would reign victorious, and the other…potentially dead…though if she had to bet, it would be her buried six feet under before the Thunder God was. Could he even die?

“You be careful out there today.” Neena said finishing off a large bottle of water, careful not to smudge her freshly applied dark red lipstick. “Because I still owe you a dance…”