[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6g8onsz41/6a8a04c0ca1b1adbb23631ae5dfd661b.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/GjazZAE.png[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][hr][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]EARTH 257 - 8:00 PM Nov. 14th, 2021 - Genosha[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][b][color=84B4E2]The Waiting Grove[/color][/b] - Raynor couldn't help but be surprised as Sparky reached out and took his hand. He didn't reject the gesture, instead giving her a comforting squeeze. He was incredibly exhausted from everything that was happening and while it had seemed like a good idea to push Sparky away from him to keep her safe, he didn't have the mental drive to continue with that sort of behavior. He just wanted to keep her safe no matter what; and hurting her emotionally wasn't exactly going to accomplish that. He felt a bit sheepish. He definitely owed her a million apologies, if not more than that. Bob Banner also looked considerably nervous. He had hoped that he'd be reunited with his kid one day, but that didn't mean he knew what to do or what to say here. He had sent her to another reality where she could have a chance at a normal life, where she wouldn't be endangered for being the child of the Hulk, where no one would want to hunt her. But he hadn't been able to make the trip with her. He hadn't been able to be there for his kid, just hoping someone else could take care of her in his place. "I... I imagine you want an explanation," Bob said. "As to why I sent you away... It was for your protection. We were on the run from SWORD, they sent assassins and kidnappers and eventually, I didn't have much of a choice... It was long before Genosha decided to grant me refuge, so I sent you to another world so you could have a chance to grow up safe and happy - to be away from me and my... my baggage." [hr][b]Flynn - [/b] Hawkeye laughed slightly. "Damn, you must've really hit your head, Flynn. Go see Agent Chase, she's just down the hall," Hawkeye instructed. As if on queue, a light would flick on, shining directly at a doorway labeled [i]medical[/i] towards the end of the hall. The sealed door continued to have something pounding up against it, and if Flynn listened in closely, he could hear what sounded like someone screaming, pleading to be let out. And then suddenly, everything was quiet and still - the pounding and the shrieking stopped. "You okay?" Hawkeye asked. [b]Bonnie - [/b] The halls of the asylum were not empty - they were filled with people who Bonnie had known and lost. She instantly picked out Tinley amongst the walking dead, and Bonnie's stomach swirled with guilt. She didn't think about Tinley as often as she would have liked to - and each time her thoughts turned to their dead friend, Bonnie couldn't help but feel ashamed. They should have protected her better - they should have saved her. Across the hall from Tinley was Bonnie's dead husband, James. Bonnie could see the owl up ahead, but she couldn't help herself. [color=f6989d]"James?"[/color] she called out softly, walking up to him. He looked just like she remembered - right down to the fatal wounds that had stolen him from her. She reached out and gently cupped his hand in her own. [color=f6989d]"I've missed you so so much... I still love you, even now,"[/color] she promised. James took her hand. "Oh Bonnie..." he paused. He tossed her hand aside cruelly. "How could I ever love my unfaithful bitch of a wife?" he snapped. "How long was it till you went running into the arms of that OMEN boy? Was I even in the ground yet?!" [b]Amelia - [/b] "Oh, I'm nobody important," Captain Marvel said, smiling slightly. "The real question is... Who are you?" she asked. She put down the movie she had been holding, before starting to browse through the shelves again. She picked up another one and looked at it, and Amelia was shocked to see her own face on the cover. Amelia glanced around the store and realized, to her horror and confusion, she was on the cover of every movie there. They were all about her. [color=FFB795]"Um, I'm Aero - or Amelia, if you're nasty - Avenger. Best damn pilot the world's ever seen and also an incredible air manipulator, like best in the biz, that's the sort of level that I'm on. But... I don't recall ever making a movie or something, all of these flicks are about me? That's fucking creepy as shit, mate. But... It is my head and all, so I s'pose this makes sense? If they're all about me... Then I guess these are my memories. Available for rental with a popcorn and a bit of candy thrown in if you have the right coupon..."[/color] "Do you even want to watch these?" Captain Marvel asked, picking up one and grimacing slightly. "They don't all have a happy ending." [color=FFB795]"Honestly... I think I like the way I am,"[/color] Amelia said. "Mm, good," Captain Marvel said. "Then you won't mind if I burn this place to the ground? Been needing to let off some steam." [b]Cass - [/b] The stairs seemed to morph into something else, as Cass descended them. She didn't seem to be at the Triskelion anymore. Instead, it looked like she was in Stark Tower, still climbing down the staircase. But at the next landing, she would not be alone. [url=https://imagesvc.meredithcorp.io/v3/mm/image?url=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic.onecms.io%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2Fsites%2F6%2F2015%2F10%2Fage-of-ultron_0-2000.jpg&q=60]A metal monstrosity[/url] awaited her. "Virginia, you have returned at last... I see your programming is intact," Ultron said, his voice strangely taunting despite being robotic and even. "I need you to kill him for me," Ultron said, before motioning to his right. There, bound and gagged, was Agent Matt Moss. He had two black eyes, his face swollen and puffy. His shirt was ripped, exposing barely healed wounds and scars. "You can do that, can't you?" [b]Maria - [/b] "This is freaky," the other Maria said, having followed Maria out into the hallway. The red glowing was continuing to grow stronger and stronger, just as Maria herself was beginning to fade more and more. The other Maria then paused for a moment, looking at her hands, before looking at Maria again. "I think you're dying," the other Maria said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. [i][b][color=black]"I think I'm killing you."[/color][/b][/i] The other Maria then lunged forward. She grabbed Maria by the neck and held her up, forcing her up against the wall. With contact, Maria was fading even more rapidly now - she fully looked like a ghost, rather than a real human. And the other Maria was seemingly becoming more and more real, more and more tangible. [i][b][color=black]"Say goodbye, Maria."[/color][/b][/i] [b]Oliver - [/b] Thanos chuckled, holding a gigantic double-bladed sword in his hand. Blood was smeared across his face - not his, it was never his. He walked closer to Oliver, without any trace of fear in him as to what the speedster might do. He simply didn't see Oliver, his prodigal son, as a threat; or at least, that was what Thanos wanted people to believe. For if he didn't see Oliver as a threat, then why unleash hell and fury all over a little prophecy that Thane would kill his father? "The work that had to be done, child," Thanos said confidently. "You cost these people their lives, hiding among them. I had no desire to kill these people. You forced my hand, Thane. Run and know that wherever I find you, I will burn it to the ground again. The choice is yours." [b]Niah - [/b] The Niah didn't let go. The other Niahs turned and started to stare at the pair, but they weren't moving just yet. "Why do you get to be the one that's [i]real[/i]?" the Niah continued, tightening her grip. Even though this was all inside of Niah's head, it would feel incredibly real. "I fought against Ultron, I watched my friends die, I lost the woman I love.... And it meant [i]nothing[/i]... My pain is the only thing that remains. Your friends... They're cheap copies of the people I LOVE!" the Niah raised her voice, screaming now. "WHY DO YOU GET TO BE THE ONE WHO LIVES? WHY MUST WE SUFFER AND WATCH INSIDE OF YOUR MIND? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT, NIAH?!" [b]Matt - [/b] [i]"Dad, what are you doing?"[/i] When Matt turned around, he would see that he wasn't alone after all. There was a young boy standing behind him, looking maybe twelve or so years old - somewhere around middle school or late elementary. He had curly black hair and intelligent eyes. He wasn't dressed to be on a submarine, wearing a Hawaiian shirt and khakis. The cracks continued to form on the walls of the glass, but now Matt could also see what was causing them. Every minute, in a sort of rhythmic beat, a [i]tentacle[/i] would appear and slam against the submarine, threatening to crack the vessel open like an egg.