Collab with [@Ruby] and [@The Man Emperor]

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[color=0054a6] New York City, Long Island, Airport Industrial Zone.
Damage Control's Long Island Secure Storage Facility.[/color]

Grey sweats and the deep blue of a Giants fan hoodie was hardly the most heroic of outfits, but combined with a similarly blue fabric facemask and black cartier shades was enough to mask her identity, and not to mention she had them all on hand. Once she’d collected her breakfast and coffee, Valeria quite flippantly forged a break through reality, the searing light of the magic she had learned from Doom burning into reality within the most secure chamber of the warehouse. As the portal sealed behind her, winking out of existence, Valeria kept the mask down for the moment. She had a few moments before any potential intruders could burst through into the chamber, and her breakfast was still hot. 

Sitting cross legged atop one of the secure crates of sealed away technology, Valeria got to work on the avocado, bacon and egg mayo sandwich, the seeded granary bread it was encased in a selection of taste rather than any effort to salvage the health impact of the overpacked sandwich. Between bites and sips of coffee, she watched the scene progress on the screen of a data tablet. Whoever the initial assailant was, and she had a few rather accurate guestimates, they were making short work of the security, a combination of power armour and advanced drones seemed to be the cause of the imbalance. The second anomaly, the female voice she hadn’t recognised, had yet to show up on any of the surveillance footage she currently had access to. That only furthered her feeling that her direct intervention was necessary. Mundane theft could be accounted for, but beings beyond her ability to monitor were always worth encountering.

The first clangs of the doorway into the chamber heralded the imminent arrival of the known aggressor, and she hurried through the last bites of her breakfast, the mask pulled up over her mouth as she hopped off the crate, moving to the middle of the room even as the chamber opened, the hurried pace of her mind settling on her final, best estimate.

"Mr Angstrom, you're early." She didn't quite offer to shake his hand, the distance was for the moment too great anyway, but the mask across her mouth couldn't mask the generally chipper tone of her words.

“...What did you just call me?” Angstrom stammered, the drone swarm that trailed behind him pausing in absolute concert. He thought that in the forty years since he first entered the cryo chamber and was then presumed dead in the Dark Phoenix Crisis, he would have been forgotten, lost to time as everyone’s focus went towards the rebuilding of the world. U apparently someone remembers. Certainly not someone he once knew in the past, since the voice of the woman was too young, her movement crisp with youth.

“So do I know you from somewhere?” Baldur asked, his helmet still scanning for threats. “And are you here to stop me from getting my own technologies?”

"Despite what my Richards and Stark might claim, there are some fields of technology others have better claim to." Valeria began as way of an introductory explanation, one hand flicking to motion to the drones. She wasn't referencing the devices themselves, but the manipulation of their size that had allowed their entry. "And despite their best efforts, I know where all the Pymms are...so...Mr Angstrom. I suppose that's where Stark's missing suit went." While it was hidden by the material of her mask, her voice certainly sounded like it had just upturned into a smile.

"I want to understand what it is you want it for." She continued as way of an explanation, as non-committal as she wished to be at this stage.

"Angstrom Defense tech, the things that my family and I invented," Baldur replied, this time with a much calmer voice. "You probably know that we didn't just copy others' ideas, though that was the common theme."

Baldur gestured towards one of the stasis orbs that lay on his palm, giving it a little shake. "We revolutionized stasis and cryogenics. It is how I and many others survived the Dark Phoenix crisis and the successive waves of alien attacks. We slept through all of it, thinking the world will soon be scoured clean of all life. Apparently it just scoured itself of all common decency."

“We survived, but we’ve fallen far.” Valeria responded, her stance slackening somewhat as she regarded  the armoured man, her right hip popped to the side as she favoured the other leg in her casual stance. Were it not for circumstances of the meeting the sight would have been more familiar to her attempting to decide between purchases than a clandestine meeting among a ravaged government warehouse.

“I ask, because there are those of us fighting for a new day, and what can be found here can be put to that use. I have no desire to keep you from what is yours, or your family, but if all you’re going to do is take it and scurry back underground, we need it more, here and now.” Her stance or tone didn’t change, nothing but honesty in her words, even as she hovered close to a threat. It seemed ludicrous, the girl in sweatpants toe-to-toe with the power armoured figure before her, but if the issue of mutants had taught the world anything, it’s that a casual dress sense didn’t mean you couldn’t flatten a city block, or trigger a global genocide.

"Those who fight for a new day…" Baldur trailed off, repeating Valerie's words as if he was trying to memorize them. Truth be told, he still couldn't figure out many of the odd pieces of the puzzle that is the world today; the apparent fall of superheroes into glorified celebrities, the concentration camps for everyone with an X Gene, and the not-so-subtle Xterminate Bill. Everything has gone down into a horrid path.

"Maybe I can help you," Baldur replied, lifting up the visor of the helmet to reveal his face. "And perhaps each other? I am still piecing together the puzzle of the world's bloodied status, and if you're fighting to bring it back to what it once was… I'd like to see that happen."

The Angstrom scion glanced towards the crates, shrugging. "But I'm still taking a few. For the purpose of… replication."

“Would you both hurry up?”

The eldritch armour of Magik’s left arm had covered the arm entirely, and spiked charcoal black spikes of varying degrees from her wrist to her shoulder blade. There were no other spikes on her, though the rest of her outfit matched the material and colour. Save for one item; the gold Eye of Agamotto that now rested on the top of her breasts, cold metal on warm skin. Illyana Rasputin was best at fighting, an elite warrior in any time, place, or dimension. It was a bloodlust that needed satiation beyond a few humans pretending to be mutant hunters. She had much of what she had come for, it was time to start making her presence known.

“You,” her right arm pointed straight at the male, her face a stone hard slate with a tone just as void as she then moved her arm to point to the space in the opposite end of the room right next to her, where the bright orange disc of light suddenly appeared, “If you want a quick escape, I’m going to offer it once. Get your shit, let’s go.”

The mutant tilted her head, just-so, as she regarded the other person in the room. “Richards. Sorry to hear about Franklin. I’ll try to have him and your mother out soon enough.”

Baldur glanced towards the young newcomer, taking note of her appearance and powers. She was familiar. Very familiar, in fact, since he actually saw Magik in action along with the other New Mutants back in the old days before the Dark Phoenix Crisis. Those were the better years; even if the planet constantly faced destructive events, the mutants were at least dedicated to its defense.

"Hm," Baldur turned around and began shrinking several stasis pods in quick succession, bending down and picking them up for storage in the spare orbs that he carried. The drones were still standing guard, but they'll also follow suit soon enough.

"You haven't aged a day, I see." Baldur said to Ilyanna as he gathered what pieces of Angstrom tech he deemed sufficient. He was leaving quite a lot of it, mostly because Richards had nicely asked him to, and she and Magik seemed to be on good terms. Shame that Reed went into the Ultimates.

Heavy brows perked above her blue eyes, in amusement, as her tone of voice hinted more at bemusement, “Not on the outside, anyway. Tell me where you want to be, step through, and you’ll appear there. Don’t ask why I’m helping,” despite the momentary bemusement, her lips twisted at their edges in something of a smirk at the insistence that the man not ask.

He wouldn’t like the answer. Either way, he didn't ask what it was. He simply shrugged, putting another of the stasis orbs into the backpack of his armor. "Vadvetjåkka National Park, in Sweden."

It wasn't often that Valeria was put onto the back foot, at least not truly. While she often presented the idea as a means to create a false sense of security in those she was manipulating or to simply provide further data for her to examine, in this case she was simply off guard. She told herself it was absolutely nothing to do with the neckline of the recent arrival. She was the brightest mind in a generation, if not ever. It would surely take more than a nice set of tits to put her off her game, or her own morning ritual in the mirror would be rather extended. No, it was the gleaming eye set upon the prominent rise of the mutant’s chest that she had not fully considered. Even if on this occasion it was unlikely to cost her, it wasn’t a mistake she would make again.

That said, matters were proceeding as she had planned, she was quite willing to let Angstrom leave with the full compliment of tech so long as her was aligned to her side of things. If she had stolen the technology herself it would reveal to her father that someone high up in his confidence had betrayed him, Angstrom was both a great ally and a fall guy.

With an exaggerated sigh, Valeria pulled down he hood and face mask, only her sunglasses remaining as she allowed her pristine mane of blonde hair to spill forth. "I can't say that was a particularly high effort disguise." Her eyes fixed on Magik as she aided Angstrom in his escape, pausing only to inform the man she would be in touch if he wished to aid them in setting the world to right, only continuing after he had stepped through to where he asked Magik to send him.

"So, Magic with a K, what brought you here?" She could make some guesses, but even her estimates were less sure than a straight confirmation. She pointedly ignored the offer to save her family, at least for the moment.

“The Vishanti showed Stephen what was to come, and he showed me. Only I return in time to find this underground playing at resistance, so I think maybe it’s time for this entire universe to burn. Even WITH the Eye I can’t tell if you’re guiding it, or if it’s guiding you…you know how to reach me, yes, that I can see clearly, sorceress.”

Without so much as another word Magik turned on her booted heel, and disappeared through one of her discs, leaving Valeria Richards with the mess of a violated Damage Control facility and the fallout that comes with it. 

Val gazed into the space where Magik had been for some time, a scattering of moments that felt far more elongated than it was to her enhanced perception of reality. She snapped out of it quickly, she had to, despite her flippant outward nature, time was short. She regarded the intricate technology left behind for a few moments, before she began tracing patterns in the air, gleaming sigils of green lingering after her traced touch before the objects started phasing out of reality. They would be scattered across the Underground network throughout the Continental United States, but primarily to those safehouses closest to New York where they could currently do the most good.

Even as she weaved the magic, she spoke-thought commands to F.R.I.D.A.Y [I]”Corrupt this room’s audio and visual, leave sign of tampering.” As far as anyone who investigated would know there would be evidence of Angstrom, and possibly Magik, to be found, as long as the trace of magic itself, but none of her. Combined the two perfectly accounted for what had occured here, no need to look for a third party.

As she opened a portal of her own, hoping down from the final crate she had been standing upon, she let out a brief whine at the uncomfortable landing, the rush in which she had got changed in order to reach the warehouse in time letting itself known in a more direct sense. “Smarter than Reed Richards and you still forget to put on a bra.” she chided herself, before stepping through her own portal, rather hoping that Antony wouldn’t mind too much if she asked for another breakfast sandwich on her return.