"Nah, I wasn't doing drugs so you can just chill, Dad, and we will not be continuing this conversation," Guin argued. She then ran after him, wondering if he realized that his phrasing implied that she'd get to take a suit out for a spin and fight the Hulk. Guin highly doubted that he did. Sure, Romanoff had been training her how to defend herself, but her skills were effective against human threats of low training - not the rage and fury of the Hulk. She'd be lucky to last thirty seconds going up against Banner - and thrilled if she made it to ten seconds, if she was honest.
"But does this mean I get to suit up with you?" Guin asked curiously. "Or am I supposed to stay here in my room quietly and pretend I don't exist?" she quipped, referencing Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Meanwhile, the Hulk was smashing his way through Harlem when Lance sent out the blast of light to his face. His vision went dark and rather than dropping Lance, the Hulk's grip on him tightened. He stumbled off of the main room and crashed through a wall, ending up in a thankfully vacant office space that was for rent. He let out another roar, flailing and thrashing as he tried to reclaim his vision but it wasn't working. He was accidentally swinging Lance around wildly, giving him an experience that could probably only properly be described as a Vomit Comet. "WHERE LIGHT GO?!"
"Thanks Dad," Guin replied, putting her phone in her pocket but cranking the volume all the way up first, just in case he called her back. With as many people as they had crowded onto the Blackbird, she didn't want to have the sheer noise block out an important call. However, a second later she found herself being presented with a bag. She reached inside and pulled out the mixtape that Pietro had made her for her 19th birthday. Guin stared at it for a moment, before looking up at Future Pietro. She then glanced at the two watches she had been handed as well and her mind began to put two and two together.
"Oh...So then we...Wow..." Guin mumbled. She slipped the tape back into the bag and set it down on her seat, the watches on top. And while she didn't hear Dean's comment to Lance, having been off on the phone with her dad, she did hear the exclamation as sentinels began to pursue them. She tried to push the realization out of her mind, as she quickly told Mary Stark Tower would be ready for them, before she headed onto the back and took a seat opposite Cassandra at one of the other consoles. "Just like a video game, r-right?" Guin tried to joke, but her heart wasn't quite in it as she strapped herself in and began to try and unleash havoc on the sentinels following them.
The future version of her watch began to beep - which technically speaking should have been impossible. It didn't look as if anyone had made any repairs to it. For someone to change the watch enough to give it a working function - without making it look as if any modifications had been done - would have been quite the intellectual feat. Or an afternoon challenge for a member of the Stark Family.
Future Pietro looked over at the watch when it started beeping, he knew that Guina had messed with it before they had left, and now he picked it up. He knew what buttons to push to get the message to activate, since that was what he was guessing it was. After all, he had picked up most basic tech and science skills. He managed to mess with it enough so that it played a message.
Pietro,
If you're watching this, that means you stole my watch again. So, fuck you for that. Guess you still haven't figured out privacy, right? But also, good - because otherwise I made this super not secret recording of myself for nothing when I could have been repairing the old DS I found a week ago. It has Pokémon Soul Silver in it - so obviously, I have to drop everything I'm doing and beat it as soon as I can.
Anyways - keep your chin up, okay? I wasn't always the super amazing and brilliant person I am today - but at least I don't have morning sickness back then, right? And don't kiss my younger self - jury's still out on whether or not that'd be gross. I'm leaning towards yes, but the math indicates it might just barely be okay - again, disgusting. Where was I going with this... Right. Asshole younger me. If she finds out about the marriage and the pregnancy, she's gonna freak the fuck out. Hell, I went through with it and I'm still freaked out over it. So go easy on her.
Also, you better come back alive. I'm not solo parenting. Besides, do you really want a Stark raising your kids? You saw how I came out. And Dad. And you've heard about Granddad. We don't have the best track record...
I want you to know that it's okay if you don't save the world. I just need you to...to come home...We'll find another way if we have to - we always do. We're a team, right? Together, we have brains (me) and hotness (you). The ideal package.
Love you, Silver Balls. If you don't come back, I'll personally rip a hole through space time and drag your ass home.
Hearing her words, it made him start to tear up slightly. He had left his wife, in hopes of creating a better future, even though they didn't even know if they could return, let alone change it at all. Somehow, he managed not to break down entirely, but he didn't look at anyone else, just staring at the watch now, not saying a word.
Meanwhile, Folly had begun to feel a bit melancholic. She knew that she should have alerted someone that her medication had finally began to wear off, especially given that they didn't have anymore. Instead, all she did was watch as Mary went to the cockpit and began to take charge. On one level, Folly was extremely happy to see one of her few friends survive. They had already changed the future for the better. But at the same time, she was rather sad as well. She had imagined that she and Mary would have a tearful reunion - and instead, nothing.
I told you, she's the one who got you sent to the madhouse - she doesn't care about you... a voice whispered in the back of Folly's mind. "Maybe..." Folly whispered back to the voice sadly.
Dean, in all of his glory, looked at Allison fainting with concern, shock, and a bit of irritation. Beast was down for the count and the Hulk's kid (it was all he could think of Lance as now) had a back filled with glass. Not to mention the gigantic Terminators that were trying to kill them all. Having one of the cute girls randomly faint felt like almost too much to him. "Hey uh...You okay?" he asked, looking down at the blonde. She seemed to be, given that she got up a few seconds later and grabbed a seat. He let Beth guide him into another seat, but he was still looking intently at Allison and Lance, each for different reasons.
"Wait...You see the future?" he asked with wide eyes, after someone mentioned Allison having a vision.
December 29th, 2016 - 12:30 P.M. EST - 1 Day Since Hel Returned
Jade Cornish
Location: Cromwell House - Suite 313 - O.M.E.N. Temporary HQ Interacting With: Various
Mallory turned and looked at Jessica, a bit surprised that she had asked such a question. Angels rarely ever asked her such thing, content to see it as part of the divine plan - the work of a being stronger than they were. Of course, Lucifer and God(?) and all the rest - they were but one aspect of an ever changing cosmos. There was a reason that they feared the Aesir and took such measures to handle them, yet the Asgardians, the Tuatha de Danaan, the Ennead, the Amatsu-Kami, and the Olympians - the principle beings that comprised the Aesir - were still alive. It was only a matter of time before war broke out.
Hel's rise was just the beginning of a cosmic catastrophe that began when Lucifer perished in Altsoba. If any comparison could be made to events that had come before, Earth was in the age of the dinosaurs. Extinction was hurtling at all of its inhabitants - unless they could find a way to adapt and survive. "I am my mother's favorite daughter," Mallory answered simply. "My brothers are rather foolish and could not be trusted. As for death...She does not fear it," she explained. Mallory did, however, have a fear of dying. "The angels are foolish - they think that they are more than the other beings in this world, but they are just one race amongst thousands. I knew of a nephilim hiding in Florida...and I imagined that you would perhaps be the only one to understand this threat without arrogance or inflated purpose."
Up on the third floor, Mallory and Jessica would finally run into the small group of survivors from Coventry. Mallory recognized them and only Lilith would be able to see her spiritual side. "Are you with O.M.E.N.?" Folly asked softly. Mallory simply shook her head. "No. Are you?" Folly shook her head as well, though she knew enough to be able to tell that Jessica and Mallory were looking for something as well.
In the O.M.E.N. Temporary HQ, Jade sighed slightly, not lifting her head up to look at Alex. "Think - where do aliens always attack in films?" she pointed out. The answer varied depending on the country but in the United States, it was New York. Hel didn't need to think of where would be the best place to make a spectacle. Society had already selected it for her. And it wasn't like anyone kept that as a particularly well hidden secret. Hel wasn't dumb by any means. She was smart enough to know to hit O.M.E.N. first and hard, to manipulate things by means of politics and bloodshed. How hard would it be for Hel to realize that a strike against New York would cause the heart of this country to gush red?
"It makes sense," Ricky said quietly, looking over at them. He then frowned slightly, hearing voices in the hallway - the group of badass women that had gathered. "Are we expecting people?"
Robin Ramírez & Aloise Zamora
Location: Cabin in Springfield Interacting With: Mariana Garcia @Nallore, Hel
Hel looked at Mariana a bit skeptically. New York had been the sight of her father's attack on Midgard. He had been defeated by a small handful, his army crumbling to his feet. Hel couldn't help but wonder when those costumed morons would come her way - she would not show such carelessness. Theatrics had their place, but not so much as to interfere with the outcome she desired. Yet her quarrel was not with those of this planet - the humans. No, it was with the oppressive angels and those who defended them. If they would only kneel, then she would spare their lives.
"You do know who inhabits New York?" Hel pointed out. "Even I know of the talks of those warriors who have sworn to protect it - but your idea is inspired...Just as I laid waste to O.M.E.N., perhaps a new message would be best sent by destroying that city and all who defend it," Hel mused.
Aloise tried not to outwardly look upset. Hel had reassured her that she only killed when forced - and now, she appeared inclined to enact another massacre. The slaughter at O.M.E.N. was a tragedy - yet one that she could accept for the greater good. An entire city of such a size...was it a price she was willing to pay? "What would you have us do?" Aloise asked Hel. Hel's eyes flickered towards Robin and she handed her a single arrow. It was crafted of a strange material, yet it reminded Robin of Christmas.
"The Goddess of Lies crafted this arrow," Hel explained. "Trust in the craftsmanship of my cousin and use it to slay the strongest of our foes, my golden archer."
The Hulk loosened his grip slightly on Lance, but not enough for Lance to even begin to get free. The Hulk was feeling a lot of anger and rage. But most importantly, he didn't want anyone going anywhere near Lance. Puny Banner had done a terrible job of keeping Lance safe and the Hulk kept a firm grip on his son as he bounded towards a glass wall, smashing through it as he fell down to the pavement, keeping Lance protected the entire time. "MY SON!" the Hulk screamed at no one in particular, bounding down a busy street and throwing cars out of the way as he went. He wasn't slowing down any time soon and it wouldn't be obvious where he was going either.
"So you're just being lazy then," Guin summarized, regarding Tony's comments it would be easier to start with the material already in existence rather than synthesizing new material. Of course, she knew there was a certain amount of validity to his concerns. She'd seen reaction schemes that went through twenty six different steps before the desired product was produced. And even then, the material alone could cost a small fortune for just beginning the reaction. "And come on, Dad, you know I'm saving myself for Han Solo," Guin pointed out, declining to answer exactly what she and Lance had been doing there. She wasn't in the mood for a lecture on responsibility.
"Also, may I suggest Veronica?" Guin said, after hearing the glass wall shatter and the roar of an angry Hulk. It seemed like a job for the Hulkbuster.
"Lance!" Banner called out, running after him. He was barely out the door of medical, covering his eyes to obscure the intense light slightly, when his skin began to turn a delicate shade of green. He had been holding off the transformation and with Lance running out like this, it set him off and he let out a scream as Banner vanished, leaving the Hulk in his place. The gigantic green monster reached out and grabbed Lance, letting out a roar of rage from the burning pain that resulted but he didn't let go of him. "BAD BANNER HURT SON!"
"One - Daredevil is a badass codename. You should've picked that one. Two - Aren't you Tony fucking Stark? If you and Banner can't make your own drug, then maybe you deserve to have Hammer steal your business. Three - I think we have a Hulk situation....and a Lance situation...Oh and four - can't believe you thought Lance and I really went on a date," Guin finished, scoffing a bit.
"It's for your own good!" Banner snapped, having to take a deep breath as the Hulk had a few emotions he wanted to express as well. His heart rate had started to climb rapidly the more they talked about this. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to think about - and it didn't help that Lance didn't seem to realize the danger he was in. Plus, Lance was a kid - he wasn't the adult. He didn't get a say in the decision that was made. That was between Banner and Lance's mom - and she stopped asking to be involved in parenting decisions years ago.
Guin finally managed to stop puking and she looked over at her father. She could tell by his expression he found something helpful and something funny - which was probably about the best case scenario. She had a bit of a headache and she got off of the bed, heading over to Tony and looking over his shoulder at the file. "So what - we cover him in plastic wrap and hope for the best?" Guin asked skeptically. "Could even give him a tinfoil hat to complete the look..."
"That's exactly why I should send you away - somewhere safe!" Banner argued. Lance was the only thing good he had ever accomplished in his life and he wasn't about to let some psychopath ex-con take Lance away from him. He knew that their relationship was strained these days and sure, Banner had no idea why - but that didn't change the fact that he loved Lance and would do anything for him. Well, anything except for let him get his way on this matter. He wanted to keep his son alive, mind control free. He wanted Lance to have the best chance at a good life.
Kilgrave's file contained some interesting information. He had a daughter named Kara and no other living relatives. He had been defeated by Daredevil, who used his immense willpower to overcome Kilgrave's control, before wrapping the villain in plastic to block out his pheromones. At the Raft, he was kept subdued in a chamber filled with a gas that neutralized his abilities entirely. Other heroes with psychic abilities had had success at shielding their minds from him. Guin accepted the trash can and continued to vomit.
"Lando, that's how they deal with problems. They send you away to boarding school and when that doesn't work, rehab - even though rehab facilities almost never actually work..." Guin muttered angrily, before she couldn't hold off much longer and she started vomiting. The chemical cocktail of Kilgrave's pheromones and Banner's cure wasn't kind at all to the biochemistry of a recovering addict. And since Tony hadn't removed the restraints, she couldn't even run to a trash can or a toilet or anything. "And I have an idea as to why Hammer picked you, though I can't prove it...I'd need to go make some calls..." Guin then said under her breath so that way no one could hear.
"It's for your own good, Lance," Banner said quietly. "And it doesn't look like it was just words. It looks like he gives off a pheromone that makes you want to do whatever he says...But if I pick the place and no one else knows, you should be okay...No one's been able to control the Hulk..." Not even me he added silently.
"There has to be a way to beat Kilgrave - or buy him out. Since Hammer's getting him whatever he wants with his money, so he's not really loyal - just in it for whatever his prize is...I mean, this guy was in prison - someone had to have caught him, right?"
Guin stared at Lance again - it didn't make sense to her why she could remember it all perfectly and he only was able to retain partial memories of their evening with Hammer and Kilgrave. It was really starting to bug her - Selvig and Barton had had almost identical experiences when under Loki's control. Why was there such a vast difference between her and Lance under Kilgrave's control? She doubted it had to do anything with her past drug addiction, but having that influx of toxins in her system - even though they were gone now - was making her stomach churn. She was on the verge of vomiting. "There's something else going on here..." Guin muttered, before her attention was pulled away by Tony.
"We don't let them out of our sight then - move them to a secure Avengers facility, off the grid," Banner suggested. "They'd miss school but uh...they're at a science high school. I'm sure we could tutor them, Tony..." He didn't want anyone going anywhere near his son. If someone with the power of mind control was after Lance, a secure facility that no one knew about seemed like their best bet.
Guin was trying her best not to puke still. "I think I might know...Hammer kept going on about how Kilgrave was going to launch the company into the future, and Project Ultron is kinda you and Banner's dream baby...So they have me make them a prototype and Lance get all the documentation...Plus Hammer's all about attention, right? He could care less about what he makes, as long as he's in the spotlight, with the fame and glory, people hanging on his every word..."
Her mind was racing rapidly. "I think he's going to present his own rendition of Ultron at the Expo...And whatever he promised Kilgrave, it can't be good..."
Location: Outside of Justice Asylum ---> Driving to the Circus! Skills: Perception, Photographic Memory
Iris gave the Uber driver a smile, confirming on her phone that the license plate matched, before she stepped into the car. As much as she was stressed, she couldn't help but be polite, thanking the man in French as soon as she entered and buckled up. Nothing about her surroundings struck her as odd, yet she kept her phone open on the Uber app out of habit. She was a young girl in a foreign country, after all. She found it much safer to be prepared for the worst - though nothing truly awful had ever happened to her. Just watching the movement of the car on the map gave her a sense of control that she didn't really have.
"Pardon?" Iris asked, looking up with confusion at the driver. A shiver ran down her spine and she glanced at the app again. They were headed in the right direction. She considered sending a message to Tinder, but he was in a life or death situation. She was just in an extremely uncomfortable car ride at the moment, she tried to reassure herself that at least. She took steady breaths, trying to get a read on the driver. If she felt another twinge of alarm, then she'd alert her agent friend. However, she did slide to the Share My Trip feature on the app, considering punching in Marc's number briefly or her cousin's - but Cecily was out of the country. Her next closest family member was Cecily's brother, Ethan, and she didn't think he'd be much help.
"Are you the relative of one of my patients, sir?"
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