by gotta.blast » Thu Mar 26, 2015 11:00 pm
Pietro nodded. "Great. That's what I believed." He took a few steps backwards, getting a track starting position. That made the Maximoff twin happy that he had been on the verge of going on a mission, because he was in one of his favorite outfits. Also, he just loved the color blue. "I wish for you to count five second. And I will return before you even have to start counting the fingers on your other hand." He said, turning back to face forwards. "Three, two, one...." In a blue, blurring flash, Quicksilver was gone. It felt really good to Pietro, running as the ocean was beside him, providing a fresh ocean breeze. As he ran, he didn't see any towns on any of the shores, only mountains in the distance. Before he knew it, he was already back in the place he started. "If I went any faster, time around me would stop. But I didn't feel like slowing your counting to make it 'unfair'. So, how did I do?" Pietro asked, having not kept count I. His head.
"Yeah, except for the fact he isn't an archer. He'd take over this group. Likes to be in charge, considering he does own Stark Enterprises. Biggest company in New York, and everybody knows he's Iron Man. People know Steve Rogers is Captain America, since he was publicized in World War II," he paused, shaking his head, "Complicated story how he's ninety five but still looks like a twenty five year old today. I'll explain later," he dismissed. "But nobody knows who Thor, Black Widow, Hulk, and Hawkeye are." Clint referenced himself in third person. He would say more, before he heard Katniss' bird friend and other weird noises. Barton quickly replaced his light arrow with an exploding arrow, notching it and aiming upwards. Then he noticed Roy doing the same, only behind them. If anything, there were mysterious forces here. "Katniss, do you know what your bird friend is doing up there?" He kept his aim at the sky, resisting letting the arrow fly, spinning on his heels to Oliver. "Oliver, you know who may be following us?!"
Helga watched as Bovril successfully grabbed the branch. Good, that meant he survived. For another day, in Helga's book. He he pushed her though, with his annoying mannerisms, she would find herself resisting to strangle him, especially in front of Deryn. It was a bad habit she had. Back in....whatever universe she came from, she got that urge a lot. Especially with a lot of the soldiers she trained with. As Deryn grabbed her hand, she hoisted her up, although closing her eyes. "This should be good enough, unless they have log necked ravaging beasts, we should be fine," for some reason, the image of giraffes came into her mind. Giraffes with big pointy teeth. "So," Helga was going to say something, but couldn't think of anything that didn't sound rude. "Have anything to say?" She then finished.