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Skrull Prison Ship - Orbiting Saturn
Princess Anelle didn't follow them onto the bridge - not at first, at least. It was only when she saw through the opening that Maria had burned three skrulls alive that she ran forward blindly, going into the fray. "Stop, please!" she begged, crying even despite what Flynn had said to her. "They are innocent, they are not your enemy, the Empress is!" She gasped in horror as Flynn roasted alive ten of her countrymen. Two of the skrulls Maria and Flynn had killed were unarmed, defenseless.
"Someone get the civilian out of here!" Black Widow shouted. She had leg-scissored her way into taking out one skrull, and used their weapon to take out two more.
"I'm not a babysitter, someone else can do it!" Tony shouted, swinging essentially a big pipe at a skrull, but the skrull was faster than him. The skrull fired off its weapon at Tony, hitting him in the chest and critically damaging his arc reactor. He was going into cardiac arrest. "Damn... it... Richards... Help..." Tony wheezed.
"I'll cover you," the Invisible Woman said, creating a force field bubble around herself and Reed, as they moved as quickly to Tony as they could. They didn't have much in the way of supplies, but Richards was one of the smartest men alive. If anyone could save Tony, he could (or another Tony).
"Guess I'm the babysitter," Wasp sighed, as she rushed up to Anelle. Anelle tried to struggle, but she was no match for the Wasp, having hardly any training in how to fight. The Wasp dragged Anelle on out of the room with ease, as Anelle was still screaming and begging for the Avengers to stop.
Hill was locked in hand to hand combat with three skrulls, not making much headway. The Human Torch was taking a queue from Maria and Flynn, blasting skrulls with fire - although maybe the drugs hadn't totally left his system, as he only managed to hit one. Captain Marvel was about to fire off an energy blast at a skrull, only for them to take fire on her, forcing her to duck behind a console for cover. She-Hulk meanwhile had grabbed two skrulls and was flinging them around in circles, trying to get them to surrender that way she didn't need to kill them.
May 18th, 2021
Clint Barton's Homestead - Missouri: 8:00 A.M.
The previous night, they had managed to finish testing everyone to see if they were a potential skrull. Mar-Vell helpfully explained that flerkens could detect skrulls, although no one was really quite sure how, and Raynor had confirmed that she wasn't lying about that fact. Goose had been showered in some cat treats Bonnie found at a nearby store as a reward (although she had largely gone there to get some more lollipops to use as bribes on Niah). Once everyone was confirmed to not be a skrull, Raynor and Mar-Vell stashed the two extra ships, before being picked up by Barton in his quinjet.
The entire group then flew to an unknown location, arriving in the dead of night. Barton hadn't explained where exactly they were, just claiming that the place was off the grid and he wanted to keep it that way. There had only been three rooms available, so everyone got real nice and cozy with each other and pretty much had to snuggle to keep warm. Captain Rogers and the Winter Soldier had spooned. It was adorable.
Somehow, despite having been asleep for months, Raynor was out like a light. He had snagged one of the few beds in the room for Sparky and himself, playing the pregnant card in order to fight other people's claims to it. He hadn't let go of Sparky the entire night, clinging to her like she was a life raft. He always looked a little more vulnerable in his sleep, almost peaceful. In fact, he would have stayed peaceful if it hadn't been for the pounding on the door.
"Get up, everyone, breakfast is ready!" Hawkeye shouted.
Raynor threw a pillow at the door, only for the pillow to fall short and hit Amelia. Amelia hadn't minded at all sleeping on the floor. It was better for her back anyways, and there was something just a little bit romantic about the entire thing - not romantic as in dating and whatnot, more just... a sort of fantasy type of romantic. She had been able to look up at the little cracks in the roof and catch glimpses of the stars, hearing the quietness that meant they were far away from the city, far away from skrulls and explosions and death defying stunts. "Oi, you better work on your aim, mate!" Amelia shouted, picking up the pillow and throwing it back at Raynor.
"You better work on your aim," Raynor grumbled, only half awake so he didn't come up with a better comeback. He didn't know why he felt so incredibly tired. Maybe it had just been the emotional toll that yesterday had taken on him. Or maybe his body hadn't actually been ready when Sparky woke him up on Asgard. He had been plagued by nightmares that night, largely focusing on the fiery destruction of Ragnarok. He still remembered the events leading up to it - his father's murder at the hands of his brother, his mother's suicide as grief consumed her... It was too painful, but his mind had forced him to relive it over and over again.
"Wow, such a drip insult," Amelia replied, giggling a bit. She stretched her arms out and tilted her head from side to side, before getting up off the floor. She tiptoed out of the room, doing her best not to disturb anyone, as she tried to retrace her steps from the previous night. It had been so late when they arrived yesterday and after all of the adrenaline and excitement, she had been out like a light the minute it was safe to sleep. She had dreams of cats with pasta noodles instead of tongues - and at one point, Amelia was pretty certain she had turned into a meatball and the cats tried to eat her.
Bonnie had spent the night with Niah, ensuring that she wasn't going to die or develop an infection or anything like that. She was incredibly tired, but it wasn't anything new for her. She had had to push herself like this in school, working off of limited sleep and still being expected to produce exceptional results. When Hawkeye had come by to announce that breakfast was being served, Bonnie knew that Niah was likely going to be incredibly stubborn and insist on joining the others - at least they had the room on the ground floor, so there were no stairs to have to navigate. "How's your pain?" Bonnie asked Niah, after she had gotten up. "I can give you some more medicine - and try to keep the dosage at a low enough level that you don't lose your wits, unless you think you need more."
She then backed up, opening up the door and holding it open for Niah as she stepped outside. Bonnie glanced over her shoulder, seeing a comical sight. There was a massive plastic table set up, with high profile Avengers squeezed in, eating Lucky Charms and Cheerios. It was strange to see Captain America, the Black Panther, Spider-Man (with his mask on, of course, only taking it off partially to expose his lips so he could eat), the Winter Soldier, Falcon, Agent 13, Hawkeye, Mar-Vell and... Bonnie did a double take.
"Good of you to finally join us, Agent Chase," Nick Fury called out, scratching Goose behind the ears. "Once this is over, you and I need to talk. I trust I don't need to tell you what about."
Bonnie couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. She hadn't told anyone about what was happening to her, but she didn't doubt for a second that somehow, Fury knew. Fury always knew. He wasn't the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. any more but he was still THE spy, the ultimate spy, the only person who probably knew every secret in the world. "Erm, yes, sir. I look forward to it, sir."
