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[img]https://i.imgur.com/jvJ31KK.png?1[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 17th, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Mar-Vell's Ship - Above Nova Scotia: 9:50 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Dr. Larson laughed ever so slightly at Niah's self-deprecating remark. While she was an alien, she wasn't a stranger to humor. "I'm sure you're more competent than you give yourself credit for - Nick spoke very highly of you both," she then added. She smiled a little bit at their kind words regarding her son. Larson was incredibly proud of her bouncing baby boy, but of course, there was still some crucial information she hadn't disclosed yet. He was the son of a skrull princess, making him an heir to the throne. Half skrull, half kree. 

	If either Niah or Oliver was paying attention to their coordinates, likely via their phone's GPS, they'd realize they were above Nova Scotia. They had crossed the Atlantic Ocean already at incredible - no, [i]impossible[/i] speeds.[center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 9:50 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Folly might have protested being kicked off of the plane, but she didn't much feel like hanging around with a bunch of Avengers wannabes anyways. From what she could tell, they were pretty much about to go off into hiding, which was [i]boring[/i]. At least here there were new places to go and people to see! She was a traveler at heart of course, having been raised in a circus - she never liked to stay in one place too long. [color=a64dff]"You look like my friend Marygold!"[/color] Folly said gleefully as she saw the ginger welcoming them. [color=a64dff]"Can you talk to plants?"[/color] 

	She shrugged when the subject of her age came up. Her family had never been the type to really celebrate birthdays - well, that wasn't true. Her father had always demanded a large party for his. She and her mother were an afterthought. Her left eye twitched slightly from the abrupt trip down memory lane, her hands shaking ever so slightly. Out of the corner of her right eye, she could see her father's pasty white, jeering face, twisted into a cruel clown's smile. 	

	[i][color=7851A9]"This everyone?"[/color][/i] Hawkeye's voice came over the intercom. He had given them twenty minutes for this brief little stop and they were about ten minutes in. They'd need to circle back and fly north to meet the others in New Jersey, and then, onto the mysterious safe house that Barton refused to share the location of. 

	Bonnie was still strapped into her seat and she closed her eyes, taking a chance to just breathe. So much had happened - so much kept on happening. They hardly ever got a break. The universe never seemed to stay safe for very long, there was always some new threat coming to challenge the peace, some tragedy at play. She had set aside her emotions, dedicating herself to this job, trying to use her skills as best as she could to save everyone. 

	[i]"Seek me in Ἀθῆναι by summer's end,"[/i] a voice whispered into her mind and Bonnie jolted, her eyes springing open. There was no one out of place. No one on the plane had the ability of telepathy as far as she knew. Her heart was pounding wildly. She had no idea who it was that had reached out to her, but in the midst of this crisis, she didn't have the time to question and ponder as much as she wanted to do so. [center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]In A Flying Yellow Spaceship - Above New Jersey: 9:50 P.M[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	[color=FFB795]"You... you just killed a man,"[/color] Amelia exclaimed, pointing at Raynor. [color=FFB795]"I know that you were dying or something or just woke up from a flower nap, but you can't just kill people - I mean I suppose it was in self defense, but bloody hell, he should've stood trial... But then again he did attack Sparky and she's major preggo, so, he obviously wasn't a very good person and he tried to kill us all so... Thanks, I think? Like, that wasn't really justice there, but at the same time it was? I don't know what my opinion is on this other than [i]aghhhh[/i]. I think I'm going to pipe down and just finish flying, eh, mate? And I'll leave the morality questions for later..."[/color]

	[color=d86615]"... I honestly didn't listen to a word you just said,"[/color] Raynor admitted. Amelia struck him as a chatterbox and as someone who couldn't handle moral grey areas. She seemed to have talked herself out at least, allowing him to walk on over - carefully, as to avoid falling - to Astrad's body. He pulled out the knife and wiped it clean on Astrad's clothing, before putting Lyting away. [color=d86615]"We should throw his body in the harbor when we get a chance."[/color]

	[color=FFB795]"Wait, what? Are we covering this up? You killed him in self defense, this wasn't a crime, but.... I guess we really can't just go waltz on up to the police with the aliens and all, but still, when this all blows over someone is going to come looking for him. And it would be pretty fishy of us to just cover up the fact that he's dead,"[/color] Amelia rambled, continuing to pilot the ship as they were rapidly closing in on their destination. 

	[color=d86615]"I don't want the son of a bitch on my ma-on Nanna's ship,"[/color] Raynor snapped. [color=d86615]"He tried to kill us. He tried to hurt my pregnant wife. I want his corpse at the bottom of the fucking ocean and I want his soul to rot - he doesn't [i]get[/i] to go to Valhalla. There's nothing honorable about a fucking HYDRA squid."[/color]