This time, Mister Fantastic had the answer for Maria. He was monitoring their position, contorting and twisting his body as his neck stretched between rows of monitors and maps all at once.
"Our current trajectory will put us down along the cost of Uruguay, not too far from Montevideo," Richards answered.
"Setting a craft of this size down in the South Atlantic that close to a city may cause large waves to crash down on Montevideo. We need a way to either minimize our impact or to adjust our course to be at a safe distance away, which will be difficult without the engine core." "Captain Marvel, can you lift a ship this size and steer us?" Maria Hill proposed, her arms crossed as she was thinking through their options.
"Maybe the Torch can assist?" Iron Man didn't have his armor either and they didn't have many flyers. Hill wasn't even certain how much help Johnny Storm would be, he wasn't exactly known for super strength - at least, not that her records had indicated. And the Wasp was going to be too puny to really change things.
"Maybe parts of it," Captain Marvel admitted.
"I'd need more than just one extra hand. Too bad you can't fly, She-Hulk," Captain Marvel sighed.
"I'll see if I can make some makeshift jet packs or repulsors, Hulk sized," Tony volunteered. There was tons of random tech on the ship - maybe he could improvise something to help.
Maria Hill nodded.
"Agent Reed, see if you can absorb Marvel's powers and help her. Agent Flynn - I can't recall from your files, are you able to assist here?" she asked. As far as she remembered, he was more or less just like the Human Torch.
Roman, someone who could be very useful with their current situation, was bizarrely quiet and unhelpful. Escape pods, unfortunately, wouldn't help save those in the city either.
Pennsylvania Avenue: Washington D.C.: 12:00 P.M.
Inside the Oval Office, VP Ricky Goldsworth (who bore an uncanny resemblance to the older Pietro Maximoff) looked surprised to see Captain America there. President "Jakobsen" however did not, instead smiling charmingly and holding out a hand to Rogers, who shook his in turn. Jakobsen clasped his left hand over the handshake as well, clearly happy to see the Captain. "Rogers! I'm so glad you've come. I've honestly been feeling a little lost with this entire situation and I'd love your input... Ricky, give Marcus my best, okay?"
Ricky hesitated for a moment. "Sure, Alex," he said. "You know one of these days, you'll have to come over for dinner and video games like we've been talking about."
"When?" Jakobsen laughed. "Between the crisis in the Middle East and negotiations with Genosha, when exactly am I supposed to have the time? I haven't even been able to teach Alcie to shoot a BB gun yet."
"Isn't she a little young?" Ricky asked, shaking his head slightly.
"Never too young," Jakobsen said, pointing a finger at his VP. Ricky rolled his eyes, before leaving the Oval Office, his own Secret Service attachment following him on out. It was a more of less convenient set up. Excluding the undercover Secret Warriors, there were only two other Secret Service agents in the room, standing behind the desk.
"So, Captain - I'm all ears," Jakobsen said, sitting down on the couch. "Please, take a seat."
Cap knew that the real Jakobsen hadn't entered the room yet, so he nodded, sitting down on the couch. They couldn't make their move yet until everyone was inside and they could seal off the room.
"It's a matter of civil liberties, sir. This registration is going to put lives in danger - good people's lives. It's just a thinly veiled repeat of the mutant registration act and in my experience, when you start putting people who are different on lists, it can't end well." Bonnie had moved into the Oval Office already, standing near the door. She winced slightly hearing Captain America's argument - it reminded her of the rule of the internet that anyone who invoked Hitler in an argument would surely lose. Captain America was comparing the registration act to what had happened during the Holocaust. Bonnie knew that Hill had been a skrull and it hadn't been real - but it didn't mean she didn't believe that more regulation would be a good thing. Every day, she read stories about incidents from people with powers who didn't know how to fight and they ended up getting hurt - innocent people were hurt.
To her, there was a difference between registering people because they were different and regulating those who wanted to act as vigilantes. In general, super heroes shouldn't have existed. They made decisions without any legal authority or backing. And she couldn't help but believe that any hero who didn't want their identity to be known had something they were hiding, some dark secret in their closet.
"What's wrong with oversight? Not every person with powers is going to be Captain America - they won't have your training, experience, or moral compass," Jakobsen argued. "Look, Steve, I'm trying to do what's best for everyone - you have to believe me."
Amelia was standing right outside the doorway, just waiting for a chance to seamlessly enter and blend in. That was one of the problems they had to contend with - they couldn't just all waltz inside of the Oval Office without making a scene. A large group of Secret Service doing that was bound to attract attention. No, it was easier to fade in slowly, all at once. She was feeling a little giddy though, just wanting to skip past the boring waiting and move onto the action.
Raynor glanced at Oliver and Matt, before giving them a slight nod. There were multiple entrances to the Oval Office. They had poured over and studied the maps, so Raynor began to move into his next position, heading down a hallway and then standing outside of the side entrance. The plan was the instant they heard conflict going on, they could sneak inside and support the others - and ideally, prevent anyone else from coming in and getting suspicious.
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