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[img]https://i.imgur.com/jvJ31KK.png?1[/img][hr][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/b9677aae294ea4ab260a5837e1106ad3/tumblr_pokngjcYQr1tlgqkgo3_400.gif[/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]Skrull Prison Ship[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Anelle nodded at Flynn. She had a brave face on as she walked after Maria, going back to the bridge. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of all the destruction - and the casual attitude of those who had committed it. She could barely hold back the tears, seeing all of the dead. Some of them were burned beyond recognition. It was so horrible. It had been a massacre. Her heart was pounding, as her mind was seized by the idea that she was siding with these people who had slaughtered her people. 

	[color=E8FF00]"Hey take it easy, Princess, breathe,"[/color] Wasp reminded her. [color=E8FF00]"Captain Marvel, have you seen the skrull leader?"[/color] Wasp then asked, as Carol came on over. 

	"You're... Captain Marvel?" Anelle asked, her face clouded with confusion. "Do you have news of Mar-Vell, my betrothed?" 

	[color=E8FF00]"Wait, what?"[/color] Wasp asked, confused. 

	[color=F86A6A]"You're Mar-Vell's fiancée?"[/color] Carol asked, looking shocked. [color=F86A6A]"She never told me she was engaged... But yeah, I know her. She's the reason I got into this line of work. I named myself Captain Marvel in honor of her."[/color]

	"Is she alright?" Anelle asked. 

	[color=F86A6A]"As far as I know, she's still on Earth,"[/color] Captain Marvel answered. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 18th, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 9:20 A.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	The truck had been too full for Spider-Man to go along with those heading to the animal shelter - that and since his secret identity was secret even to other heroes, he wasn't about to remove his mask and whatnot. So showing up to an animal shelter in Missouri as Spider-Man would [i]definitely[/i] draw attention. Instead, he was in the quinjet with the others, albeit stuck to the ceiling and looking at everyone upside down. He was a bit of a tech nerd himself and he was very curious about this entire eyeball process. 

	"Hey, have you ever heard of some really old movies called Star Trek? This one guy in them, he was the villain, he was missing an eye too. Had a really lit looking eyepatch and everything! Maybe you could cosplay as him," Spider-Man suggested. "I think his name was Chang, if you wanna Google him. I'd tell Fury to try it out, but I think he'd kill me." 

	Raynor sighed. [color=d86615]"Kid, if you keep blabbing like that, I'm going to make [i]you[/i] lose an eye,"[/color] he threatened. Despite all of the rest he had gotten, he was still pretty weak and recovering. He wasn't anywhere near full strength and having a hyperactive spider-ling around wasn't helping. At least now he was surrounded by people he mostly knew and could mostly trust. A thought then occurred to him. Speaking of kids, he had no idea what the gender of his baby was going to be. [color=d86615]"Do you know the gender yet?"[/color] he asked Sparky. 

	Baby names... Those were going to be a thing too. He knew that he'd want to honor his parents - he missed them so dearly, mostly his mother - and he hoped that Sparky wouldn't mind. Midgard names weren't as cool as Asgardian names anyways, there was a reason she went by Sparky and not Theresa, right? 

	"Someone needs to eat a Snickers bar," Spider-Man quipped. 

	Bonnie was doing some general busywork at the moment, tidying things up and reorganizing and taking inventory of all their supplies. As they had more or less stolen the quinjet, they hadn't had much of a chance to really go over all of the medical options. In a strange way, it was also the closest they had gotten to a girl's night so far - plus Spider-Man and Raynor. She wondered briefly how Raynor would be as a father, before deciding that it wasn't really any of her business. And she wondered again if there was a chance that Flynn was out there, alive. 

	[color=f6989d]"I think everyone needs to behave themselves or I'm kicking them out,"[/color] Bonnie said, eyeing the two boys. [color=f6989d]"This is a medical facility, and as the doctor, what I say goes. If you don't like that, I'm sure there's something on the farm somewhere that you could do that'd be worthwhile. Maybe the animals need to be fed or something."[/color]

	"Sorry Agent B," Spider-Man said. 

	Raynor just shrugged. 

	Bonnie stared at Raynor. 

	[color=d86615]"...Sorry Bonnie..."[/color] he grumbled. 
	
	[color=f6989d]"Better."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b]The (Horribly Named) Robert E. Lee Animal Shelter - Missouri: 9:20 A.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	The truck bed was incredibly packed, with everyone who had decided to go flerken hunting. They were more or less all squeezed together like sardines. Amelia ended up squeezed in between Sam and Bucky, whereas the President was right next to T'Challa, Cap ended up right next to Kwassi, and Mar-Vell rode shotgun up front. The trip was relatively quick, which was both a blessing and surprising, given how far out in the middle of nowhere Hawkeye's family seemed to live. When they pulled up to the animal shelter, Amelia's face fell, seeing the name. 

	[color=FFB795]"Never understood why they always feel the need to plaster names like that everywhere, seems a little bit backwards to me, given that they, y'know, lost and everything,"[/color] Amelia said, shaking her head. She conjured up a little gust of wind, propelling herself up and out of the truck, flipping over in the air, and touching the ground firmly behind her. [color=FFB795]"Like why can't they name the bloody place after someone who was good and wasn't, y'know, an actual bad guy?"[/color] she continued. 

	Sam nodded, feeling the same discomfort that Amelia did. Captain America opened his mouth for a moment, about to say something, but then reconsidered it. He truthfully didn't really know what to say. For a man from the 40's, everything seemed much better nowadays, but he was beginning to understand that the work wasn't really done yet and the movement was far from over. 

	"I must confess, I do not understand it either," T'Challa said, getting out of the truck. He was silent for a moment, feeling a certain heaviness in the air. "So, Goose, shall we go see if we can find more of your kind?" T'Challa asked, addressing the cat like he was a person and not, well, a cat. 

	"I guess we could say you like cats, T'Challa," Sam teased lightly. Even Bucky smiled a little bit at the joke, as he got out of the truck bed along with Steve. 

	[color=FFB795]"Ugh, I just know they're all going to be so cuuuute!"[/color] Amelia exclaimed. She didn't want to dwell on racism in America for too long, especially not since she would much rather think about all the cute dogs and cats they were about to see. Even if they weren't all equipped with tentacles in their stomach, she was still excited at the thought. And from the squeals coming from the truck's cab, Hawkeye's kids were equally excited about the idea. 

	Case in point, the small family (and Mar-Vell) practically spilled out of the truck, with the three kids running as fast as they could towards the shelter doors. 

	[color=7851A9]"They're free to a good home, any takers? No?"[/color] Hawkeye joked. 

	[hider=Skrull Testing]Everyone was cleared over the timeskip. Hooray! 

... Except for Nick Fury. He has only been cleared by Goose.
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