@Chain: Need an edit. You used the color code for Dr. Jiang in your post - in general, only GM NPCs and claimed NPC's will have color coded dialogue. So please edit out the color coding.
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Guinevere Stark
This definitely seemed to be something that was premeditated. Guin kept on tugging at her bonds, rotating her wrists in an attempt to either snap them or cause them to fall off. She was about to start to look for a sharp object nearby to cut them with when she felt the bonds give slightly. Another few tries later and it gave a little more. One more try and she found, with astonishment, she was free. Guin hesitated. She could run at Stern, but he was physically bigger than her and had the upper hand. The door Sterns had come from wasn't too far from where she was and he seemed to be pretty focused on Lance. I'll come back for you, Lance, Guin vowed silently, before she quietly snuck out of the room while Sterns was distracted.
It looked like a refurbished warehouse and Guin glanced around for a moment. Now, she could make a mad dash for the exit but she was certain Sterns had some sort of precautions to prevent people from leaving. Instead, she spotted a vent and quietly made a running leap, just narrowly pulling it open. On her next running leap, she hoisted herself up and went inside the vents, closing it behind her. With any luck, as she started crawling through the vents, she'd find something she could use to signal her father one way or another.
Meanwhile, Banner seemed to have been robbed of his luck by Guin. No matter where he looked, he couldn't find any contact information for Sterns - not even an address. Of course, that wasn't surprising in itself, as Sterns was legally considered dead. It'd be odd if a deadman was on LinkedIn applying for jobs at different research facilities. The background check any investigator returned would be alarming. "...I got nothing..."
"...We could call Guin's mother," Pepper suggested quietly.
Guinevere Stark
Guin tensed up every muscle in her body as Sterns picked her up and dragged her over to a corner. She held back a scathing remark about how he clearly was an amateur when it came to kidnapping people. Sure, she was in an empty corner but in the process of picking her up, she managed to realign her feet ever so slightly in the bonds. Her hands were a lost cause, with the way he was gripping her arm. However, once he was busy working with Lance, Guin managed to slip her shoes off quietly and then wiggle her right foot out of the rope, at which point the left came out easily.
She still wasn't in a position where she could get her hands free, but she scooted backwards slightly, feeling for any uneven indents in the wall. The wall was unfortunately completely smooth, with nothing she could use to hook around the ropes on her hands and try to make them snap. She bit her lip, watching Sterns like a hawk. She'd pretend to still be captive, but the second it looked like he was going to do something that would hurt Lance - rather than just take blood from him or something - she'd charge at him anyways. She was a pretty good kicker anyways.
"Tony, you're a master with computers. These parks have cameras. Hack into some and see if you can get a plate on the vehicle they left in," Pepper told him. "Banner, you were friends with Sterns. See if you have any old contact information for him or can find some updated numbers." Her arms were crossed and she was falling into her role as boss of this odd little family.
Banner just stared at her before nodding. "...I think he tried to add me on Facebook..." Banner muttered.
Guinevere Stark
Guin mentally recalled what Black Widow had told her about escaping from being tied up and she shifted her weight backwards, trying to create a gap between herself and the ground that she could slide her hands through. Unfortunately, with her legs tied as well and the quickness of Sterns' entry, she wasn't able to do so. She was in no better a position than she had been a few minutes ago. In fact, it could have easily been considered worse, as their captor was now present and watching. "What, you trying to impersonate Bill Nye or something? Because your bow tie looks stupid as fuck," Guin snapped. No matter what techniques she tried to loosen her bonds or slip through them, nothing worked. They were tightly tied.
She hated feeling this helpless and trapped. She knew that she didn't really have any other options, however, other than to wait to be rescued, let go, or killed.
"Nat is taking the quinjet, so it should be two hours at most," Pepper said, glaring at Tony a bit. "Oh, so you don't want the authorities keeping an eye out for the man who kidnapped your daughter? What if someone else grabs her, Tony, and they know what her mother is? She and Lance could both become lab rats."
"...My son is not a lab rat..." Banner muttered, glaring back at Pepper.
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The Hub: February 5th, 2020 - 7:18 PM
Prior to the Brotherhood breaking into the Triskelion and destroying the Gifted Index, as well as taking the biological weapon S.H.I.E.L.D. was designing as a nuclear deterrent to mutants, Director Fury had already been pondering the so called mutant question. Only it wasn't just mutants these days - there were inhumans and mutates, those who studied magic and witchcraft, gods who came from living legend, aliens, and even highly weaponized suits of armor made by people with uncontrollable personalities. Each day, his job seemed to get a little bit harder to protect the world and live up to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s founding ideals.
"Explain that again in English, this time, doctor. Not scientific mumbo jumbo," Fury requested, getting up from his seat and walking over to the floor to ceiling window. He had a stunning view of the ocean from his office at the Hub, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s facilities.
"As you know, Director Fury, my background is in studying mutant genetics," Dr. Jiāng explained. He had worked for the private sector up in Canada before S.H.I.E.L.D. made him a better offer. "Before you continue, I think this plan is already dumb. Too much expository writing for my taste," Agent Kennedy, called Jim by his friends, interjected.
Dr. Jiāng paused, while Fury didn't react, as if Jim hadn't cut in at all. "...At any rate, you're approaching the problem from the wrong angle. The Avengers and the X-Men...They both have their own agendas, Director Fury. If you authorize Phase Three, we can give our own people - those who we know will fight for the greater good - abilities."
Fury paused for a moment, before he turned his attention to Jim. "Agent Kennedy, you've been a real rock here at S.H.I.E.L.D. I'd like to know your thoughts on Phase Three - compulsive experimentation on our soldiers to make them into superheroes, like Captain fucking America...It's not without precedent."
Jim sighed, his thoughts flickering back to when he had been deployed. Radiation had both ended and saved his life. "With all due respect, Fury, you've already made up your mind. I could say that I think it's inhumane, that it's cruel, that you're playing god...Or maybe I'll make some point about how this isn't something you can undo, green lighting this type of research...You can't put the genie back in the bottle after something like this."
Fury nodded, falling silent for a moment. "You're right. Doctor, proceed with Phase Three. Agent Kennedy will assist you in monitoring the recruits post transition." Fury moved to the elevator, before he looked back at the table. "Oh, and Agent Kennedy, I don't play god. He plays me."
The Triskelion: August 7th, 2020 - 2:25 PM
Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury had just returned to his office after a particularly aggravating meeting. Even with only one good eye, he had found it hard not to roll his eyes at the frantic inquiries. After O.M.E.N. was shut down, S.H.I.E.L.D. had seen a large increase in funding and resources - but also in situations they needed to monitor and address. He had had to pull in a majority of their reserve agents to active duty, just to be able to ensure his organization wasn't spread thin. There was no point in being a shield for all mankind if they couldn't protect anyone.
There was a gust of wind, entering the room. Standing there, leaning against the wall, was the one and only Pietro Maximoff. He was pissed off, that much was obvious, just from the look on his face. Pietro was glaring at Fury, and he wasn't even trying to hide his anger. "Hello there Fury," he said through clenched teeth.
Fury didn't need to turn and look to see who it was. He moved his hand to his side, subtly switching the rounds on his gun from bullets to inhibitor darts. It was something he'd had a scientist draw up for him after the entire fiasco against the Brotherhood of Mutants - and he was glad he made the call. "Mr. Maximoff - to what do I owe the displeasure?"
"I'm guessing you already know why," Pietro said, before he raced over, and getting the gun away from Fury. "I've been running from assholes like you since I was 12, how dumb do you think I am. Now... Why did you call Guin in," he said, lifting Fury up by the collar.
"I don't answer to you, Quicksilver," Fury said calmly. "What I do with my agents is none of your concern, got it? I trust you can find your way out," he added coldly. "Guessing you're the one that caused all of our security systems to crash, huh?" Fury rolled his one good eye at Pietro. He doubted the speedster would want to mess up his record after S.H.I.E.L.D. had wiped it clean in exchange for his assistance defeating the Brotherhood.
"Yeah, Guin is my concern because unlike every other idiot in here I know what SHIELD really is about, and you don't care about the agents, just the job. So either you cut ties with her, because she is a part of the X-Men and has obligations to them and is surrounded by people who actually care about her, or I keep pounding on you until you do," Pietro said before he punched Fury in the face, hard.
Fury's nose snapped and began to bleed, but the decorated S.H.I.E.L.D. director hardly even blinked an eye. It wasn't the first time someone had questioned his decisions with physical force and he doubted it'd be the last. "Agent Stark is a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. and can be called in whenever I damn well please," Fury shot back. "Punching me isn't going to change that, Quicksilver. And do you really want this going on your rap sheet? Because I can throw you in a hole and then throw away the hole, kid."
"You're just pissed off because the X-Men decided to stop doing all of the dirty work for you, you owe us for saving the world and taking out your biggest problem. Taking away one of our members just because you feel like it is not the best way to keep making friends," Pietro said, punching him again.
He started seeing double, staring into the face of an incredibly vexed and irritated speedster. "Didn't go into this business to make friends," Fury told him. Blood was trickling down his face and he was in immense pain, but he didn't show it. He couldn't help but be slightly disappointed in the other agents in the building, as no one else had even noticed that Maximoff had breached their security yet as far as he could tell.
"Now, Guin doesn't work for you you son of a bitch, she's with a team that actually cares, so you just stay the hell away, and everything will be fine," he said, punching him again.
Getting punched at super speed in the face repeatedly was no easy task. Fury gritted his teeth, trying his best to focus on the blurred images in front of him. "Fine," Fury muttered, clearly irritated that he had no other options. "Take my best engineer."
"Thank you for your time Director, this has been a nice chat," Pietro said, letting him go and watching him drop to the ground.
Location Unknown: August 13th, 2020 - 9:23 PM
In a quiet room, where shadows dance across the wall, a lone figure typed away at a computer screen. His identity was concealed, as well as those of his correspondents. But does it really matter who they were? They could be anywhere - and they could be anyone. They were nothing more than faceless cogs in the organization that was HYDRA, committed to the ideals of blood purity and advancement of the Aryan race. S.H.I.E.L.D. and Captain America may rest easy, thinking that their old foe was defeated - but it's always just a matter of time before HYDRA pops up again.
M: WHAT IS THE TIMEFRAME ON PHASE THREE COMPLETION?
The figure paused, tapping his hand twice on the table as their eyes glanced at the files they had been examining. Rivera, Emilia-Marie...Hale, Arcturus...Bautista, Niah... His eyes went back to the computer screen before he typed in his reply quickly.
T: TOMORROW.
M: DID OUR CHILD SURVIVE?
T: SHE DID.
M: HOW MANY CASUALTIES?
Their eyes went back to the files. Smith, Maria had been a close call. Sparks, Theresa had a near death experience, with the SHIELD physician on call, Chloe Ridgeway, just barely managing to revive her. Kelley, Teig had been pronounced dead, until he revived miraculously a few minutes later, likely as some sort of delayed reaction. Dr. Jiāng was the only one that really understood why that had happened.
T: EIGHT. SO FAR.
M: HOW MANY ARE NOT PURE?
Smith, Maria... The Jew. They hadn't been able to make a move against her yet. Novikova, Dominika... The Russian - she would need to be taken care of. Few realized that the Soviets had been targets of the Nazis as well. And HYDRA had began as the Nazi deep science division. Hale, Arcturus... He was one of the few they had determined to be homosexual. But with conversion therapy, that could be corrected. Bautista, Niah... Rivera, Emilia-Marie... The figure sighed slightly. This was going to be a lot of work - so much sexual deviance.
T: FIVE. THREE CAN BE CORRECTED.
M: GET RID OF THE WASTE. KEEP THE BLOOD PURE.
M: HAIL HYDRA.
"Hail HYDRA," the figure whispered, before they heard footsteps coming down the hallway and they shut the computer closed, plunging the room into complete darkness.
Present Day - S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: August 14th, 2020 - 9:00 A.M.
The experiment had been a grueling and difficult process, with only a ten percent success rate. Roughly half of those who underwent the experiment had died in the process, with the remaining forty percent emerging with no new abilities. Had it not been for the effort of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best physicians, they would have died as well. And the rest? They had emerged with new powers and abilities, increasing the world's population of enhanced individuals fighting for good.
The procedure was a three step process. The first step was the simplest: exposure to Terrigen Mist. If the subject was inhuman, exposure to this mist would cause them to form a rocky cocoon like structure, as their latent inhuman DNA would become expressed and cause them to manifest abilities, after which, they would emerge a changed person. If they were not inhuman, the mist would have no effect.
The next process was a serum designed to active a latent X-gene - a chemical cocktail triggered by adrenaline and stress that would activate both the primary and secondary mutations. If there was no sign of any change after a week of the increased adrenaline and stress, the process was considered a failure and the individual was advanced to step three. If successful, their mutation would manifest instead.
The final step was designed to ensure that the subject gained abilities, through a special mixture of gamma radiation and an extraterrestrial power source. Intense exposure to this unique combination would force an unnatural mutation in the subject's DNA, causing them to become a mutate. If after two weeks there was no change, and especially if the subject demonstrated hair loss, they would be removed from the experiment.
The survivors of the experiment, called Phase Three, had been kept for observation for the past few days. It had been touch-and-go health wise, but the physicians had finally cleared them to wake up from the medically induced comas, albeit a bit wary as to how they would behave. Director Fury had a lot of hope for them, even recruiting the best trainer of the newly enhanced that he knew - Agent Kennedy, who would serve as their senior supervising officer. He was hopeful that Agent Reed would be an asset as well, given how closely she worked with the X-Men in the past.
Super powers were the next arms race - and he had no intention of having S.H.I.E.L.D. be left in the dust. To protect and save the world, they needed the weapons in order to face the new challenges coming onto the horizon.
Dominika Novikova
Location: Sci-Tech Building 4 - Phase Three HQ: Medical Ward
Skills: Dimensional Energy Perception (Passive)
Novikova didn't open her eyes, just listening as she heard three sets of footsteps come into the lab. Two were the even and steady pace that S.H.I.E.L.D. officials tended to keep - whereas the third was more random and sporadic. She could see dimly through her eyelids that the room was flooded with light, so it must have been morning. But every muscle in her body felt stiff and worn, as she slowly sat up and opened her eyes, staring directly at Agent Ridgeway, S.H.I.E.L.D. Physician.
Novikova's vision clouded for a moment, as she caught a glimpse of Agent Ridgeway - only her scrubs had been replaced with a prison jumpsuit and her eyes were red as she vomited into a toilet. Novikova's head started to pound as she found she couldn't look away from Ridgeway, with more and more information flooding her senses - there was Ridgeway again, lying on the pavement filled with bullets - and Ridgeway again, doing crack underneath a freeway overpass. It only stopped once Ridgeway went out of her line of sight and Novikova let out a gasp, shutting her eyes tightly.
"Rise and shine, agents," Fury called out. He was standing at the end of the line of beds, having glanced at a few medical charts along the way. "Congratulations. You sons of bitches are the toughest agents we have here - you survived Phase Three." He let his words hang in the air for a moment. "But that was the easy part. Now, you have to train and learn how to use your powers, in order to protect the world. Agent Fitz is going to be here shortly with a simulation device built by him and Agent Stark, which we call the Framework. You'll be put in a practice mission, in order to let you use your powers without worrying about killing the wrong people."
Jim sighed. He was trying his best not to hit his forehead against his hand, but he was their Senior Supervising Officer - and his co-worker? Lying on a bed like the rest of them, probably freaking out and unaware of her own strength. "...Don't stress out too much, okay? We'll have a good time, get some ice cream, play some games...And you know, maybe save some people in the process. Just a normal day in the life of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
Guinevere Stark
Pepper got off of the phone and walked back on over to the boys, looking stressed. Guin wasn't her biological daughter, but she was the closest thing Pepper had to one. And as much as she wished Tony would propose already, after nearly seven years of being together, it didn't seem like he was planning on doing it anytime soon. She didn't want to have a kid out of wedlock. So for now, Guin was it for Pepper. "Since neither of you can be responsible, I've notified S.H.I.E.L.D. about the abduction and they're already working on it. Natasha, Steve, and Thor are flying in from New York now. They'll be here as soon as they can to help us find the kids."
"...You're bringing S.H.I.E.L.D. in on this?!" Banner asked, flabbergasted. "Those idiots wouldn't know the difference between a terrorist and a hostage if it smacked them over the head!"
"Oh, grow up Banner!" Pepper snapped, her eyes ablaze. "If you and Tony didn't try to solve every problem by playing superhero, a lot of these situations wouldn't happen in the first place! Phil was a good guy - he gave his life - and yeah, guess what? He worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. They're good people."
Banner looked away. "'Good people' have done a lot of bad things, Pepper..."
Meanwhile, Guin looked at Lance for a moment. She craned her neck around the medical lab set up, trying to see if she could spot anything that could be used to dose Lance with radiation. She spotted something that could do the trick and she shook her head. "Nah, kidnappers don't do that sort of thing, Lando. Trust me, this is the seventh time someone's kidnapped me. It gets super predictable and cliché." Of course, she was lying. She figured that was exactly what Sterns was going to do.
She tried to jump to her feet, but with her hands tied and the sedative still in her system, she couldn't get off the ground. "First step is simple. Don't panic. Second step is to find a way to free our hands."
Scott Rydzynski
Location: A Pastry Shop - Seattle, Washington
Interacting With: Gideon, Jace, Janelle, and Isley
"Yeah, bet he'd love to shove it up the ass of another guy," Scott said, grinning at Gideon. He wasn't gay but he had no qualms with pointing out the flaws in those lines of reasoning. Yeah, what a terrific insult - saying that daddy dearest wanted to do it with a man. If anything, Scott felt flattered. He apparently had charming enough looks to sleep with both of Gideon's parents. It was a real compliment. Not an insult at all. He then looked at Isley, still having a smug grin on his face. "I'm a Green Beret, sweetheart," he explained honestly. "Done some shit far uglier than having to drink someone's repurified piss in order to survive. And don't regret any of it. Go on, ask me how many confirmed kills I had."
Scott shrugged, brushing off the sympathy from Janelle. He still didn't even know why he'd mentioned his daughter to her. He crossed his arms and clammed up. He wasn't going to justify his choices. His daughter was the product of a one night stand, given up for adoption before he was even home from tour. He didn't know about her existence before it was too late. And with the kind of life he led, it was better for him to just remain a mystery in the kid's head.
Guinevere Stark
"Nothing incredibly helpful, but our surroundings tell us a lot," Guin mused. Basically, she knew the only reason Sterns had kidnapped her as well was because she saw his face. However, by that logic, Tony should have been kidnapped as well - but she wasn't about to inform him of that. "He wanted you and we're in a medical facility, so since he mentioned he knew your dad...This has something to do with the Hulk, then...Maybe he thinks the secret to the Hulk is in your DNA or something..."
"You know I have a hard time explaining things when I'm about to have a freaking Hulk incident!" Banner snapped, before he forced himself to take another breath. Pepper had gone off to the side of the room and was on the phone with Natasha, asking her and anyone else on the team who was available to rendezvous in Malibu as soon as possible. She was glad that she had let Tony bring the suit with him - though it hadn't done any good yet. The one situation it would have been useful in and he didn't even have it on him.
"Look, Sterns was a year behind me in the PhD program at CalTech...He was kinda obsessed with me, sorta like a groupie or something...But eventually he just started acting jealous and became obsessed with beating me. After I became the Hulk, he got really interested in gamma radiation for the super serum and tried it out on himself, died in a lab accident...Or apparently not. Either way, Tony, the guy isn't right in the head."
Guinevere Stark
Guin was a little better off than Lance, purely because her body had developed a bit of resistance to drugs. It wasn't as helpful as it could have been, given how long she had been clean, but she had actually woken up before Lance. The dizziness had already worn off, though there had been a moment where she seriously wondered if she was going to puke or not. "I'm fine - you?" Guin asked softly. She imagined that Lance was freaking out, since he'd never been kidnapped before. She was remaining fairly calm, trying to memorize the lay out of the lab and get an idea as to what Sterns wanted with them based on the equipment present.
"How's the knot on your bonds? Mine's pretty tight..." Guin whispered.
Back at the Malibu house, Pepper was trying her best to stay calm. Tony had made her aware of the deal he had made with the government, in order to keep them from trying to take Guin away for experimentation. But every time she was kidnapped, Pepper couldn't help but be afraid that she'd end up living the rest of her days as a glorified lab rat, despite just being an ordinary human teen. "What the hell happened, Tony? You had one job - watch the kids!" Pepper exclaimed. "I'm calling in Natasha."
Banner was trying to keep calm, gripping the edge of a table. "Tony, you knew something was going on and you let them out of your sight?! No wonder your kid is kidnapped all the damn time!"
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