by gotta.blast » Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:51 am
Clint was picking up his quiver, doing a quick count over of his arrows as the group all dismissed his description of wifi. "Yeah, where I come from, there's a lot of teenagers who lives revolve around technology. I guess S.H.I.E.L.D is too, as well as Stark Enterprises, Oscorp, Baxter Building, Avengers mansion, Avengers-Stark Tower...." Hawkeye listed as he watched everybody grab their weaponry. Barton shoved the knife back into his belt, gun back into a hidden holster. Lastly, he picked up his bow, slinging it over his back. He stayed quiet in response to the next few comments, eyes scanning each person as the sun was moving towards the East. "I wish Pietro was here. Or Thor. Pietro could grab us all to prevent whiplash and then run us over to the city. Tony could fly us over, as well as Thor. Magical flying hammer thing," he shrugged, "it's actually magic. The only people that can pick it up are Thor and Steve. Big shock for the Norse god-" he chuckled lightly, as they pointed towards the city. As Celty suggested her ride, but no weapons to ensure endurance. "I would say my quiver, but it's got some explosives, so I'll carry my own weight. Thank you though." He heard a different language escaping Legolas' mouth, having to resist to smile, even though he was clueless to what that meant. Oops. When Katniss asked about any questions, Clint raised his hand. "I have one. What happens if the city is a set up? A Hydra base?" He spoke, unaware of the fact Sombre had mentioned scouting to Legolas.
Loki rolled his eyes. So what? Did age really matter? Shaking his head, he bit his lip as it was his turn. He had way to many questions to ask. Some would have simple answers, others would have complicated answers. He wanted to ask the questions where he would get in depth descriptions. It was a tough choice. Usually he was the one answering all the questions, being an outlaw and all. Natasha, Coulson, Thor, Steve, Clint, Tony, Bruce, Heimdall, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, Odin, Nick Fury, Maria Hill. All the people who had asked him questions related to his crimes. His motives. But at least he knew them, unlike this impostor. The god oh so desperately wanted to ask why 'Loki' was so stupid, but that would be a waste. He could say that at any time. Finally, Loki thought of a really good one. "What's your family history, and what species are you that comes from the nine realms?" Two in one deal.
"What war do you keep referencing? There's been no big wars in a while. I should know, my father was stationed just about everywhere, as well as my brothers. My Russian instructor also told me of everything happening in Russia and Europe. And I know nothing was going to touch America." Helga recalled back to some conversations between her and her trainer, whom came from the Red Room. A girls assassin training school in Russia. One conversation was of the biggest boat ever being started to be built in Ireland. Sounded cool, when it was to be finished. Just one of the things she would never know what happened in the end.