[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6g8onsz41/6a8a04c0ca1b1adbb23631ae5dfd661b.png[/img]
[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 shook her head slightly. "There is no need to apologize for that," she said softly. "I welcome the contact," she admitted. She had been exiled, forced to live in a cell, kept from her lover and her child. The guards never beat her or anything, as she was still a princess - but no one ever embraced her or anything anymore. She felt a little touch starved at times. She looked a little sad as Maria said she was going to stand watch, but went inside the training room with Flynn. 

	"I understand," she told him, before shapeshifting [i]into Flynn[/i]. She then punched the bag. It moved a little less than it had when Flynn hit it, mostly as Anelle didn't have the proper techniques. She had only taken on his shape, not his memories and skills. 

	Outside of the training room, two skrulls started walking down towards the training room, holding what looked like gym bags. They seemed basically like two bros who were going for a workout. They frowned when they saw Maria. "What are you doing?" one asked. "Either get in the gym or get out," the other grunted. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 18th, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 10:30 A.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Bonnie nodded at Niah's request - if Niah wanted privacy, then she deserved to have that honored. [color=f6989d]"Alright, if you aren't the President, myself, Sparky, or Niah - scram,"[/color] Bonnie said authoritatively. [color=f6989d]"Niah has a right to some bloody privacy right now."[/color] She wasn't usually one for swears, but the situation was tense and she figured a bit of cursing might help get people to leave. A small portion of her mind was wondering if Flynn would have known what to do here - or if he had just been a grunt at O.M.E.N. They never really talked much about his previous job, just as they also didn't talk much about Bonnie's deceased husband or the time she had spent in the asylum. 

	[color=FFB795]"Oh, right, my bad. Feel better, Niah!"[/color] Amelia wished, before walking backwards, thinking better of it and turning around, and then walking off of the quinjet. 

	"If you want, I can pose for a picture of you with the hospital bed for your insta," Spider-Man offered. "I do it all the time for the kids in the cancer ward in Queens," he added. Bonnie shot him a look and Spider-Man followed Amelia off the quinjet and out of the way. 

	Raynor wasn't thrilled at the idea of Sparky being in here as they battled a demon without any back up. Unfortunately, he didn't have any power or knowledge that would deem him essential. He locked eyes with Sparky for a second. [color=d86615]"You need anything, I'll be right outside,"[/color] he told her, before leaving the medical ward and leaning up against one of the inner walls of the quinjet, out of sight but still within earshot, so that way he could run back in if anything went wrong. 

	Bonnie wished that they had given Niah the sedative as the President performed the exorcism. She fought to keep her expression neutral, to not grimace as Niah foamed at the mouth like she had rabbies, or the way her eyes turned black and she began to hiss. It sent a chill down her spine. She could feel it in the air - the 'bad vibes' more or less that the demon was putting off. It felt like depression, anxiety, grief, and rage all wrapped up into one horrible, all consuming wave of darkness. She winced as a cloud of dark smoke was more or less projectile vomited out of Niah. 

	[color=f6989d]"What do we do now? We can't leave her alone like that, she needs medical attention,"[/color] Bonnie stressed. Her mind was going rampant with all of the possible injuries Niah could have sustained, but truthfully she just didn't know - she'd never seen an exorcism before. The smoke had taken the form of a demonic bear and was continually slamming itself up against an invisible barrier, the salt being the only thing keeping it from breaking through. 
[hr]	Outside of the med bay, Raynor glanced at Oliver. Amelia had gone outside entirely, probably off to squeal over the baby flerkens that were being born, and Spider-Man had gone with her. [color=d86615]"That doesn't sound good,"[/color] he muttered, hearing the echoes carry Niah's screams. 


	[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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