Marvel's: The Avengers (Accepting)

[cinnamonroll]

{ Sorry I haven't posted in a while <3 I think we should restart with everyone waking up in the morning, like Kat stated }

[Ploegy]

(That sounds good with me. I could always bring Callie in to play a villain role since I never really got to use her yet.)

[Kat]

((@Griffen.Song: Awesome character! Accepted. ^^

So, I guess that we are going forward with the time skip? I'll begin, I suppose.))

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Carter Eilian

Yesterday had been... interesting. Was that the proper word for it? A brief stay in the medical wing, movie night at his place, and then he had witnessed the regeneration of his own damaged flesh. Yes, interesting. Carter stared up at the ceiling of his small bedroom, still trying to process the events of yesterday, and the day before. With Director Fury choosing him as one of the subjects for testing, and then calling for his leg to be repaired so quickly, it seemed that SHIELD had bigger plans for him than originally assumed. He just wished that they'd tell him what exactly those plans were. With a soft sigh, Carter swung his legs over the side of his bed, sat there for a few seconds as his tired vision cleared, and then stood without trouble. He didn't waste much time getting ready for the day. A quick shower, a bowl of cereal while his messy hair dried, and a fresh set of clothing. After pulling on a pair of cargo pants and a simple black T-shirt with the SHIELD logo on the sleeve, Carter placed some fish food in his betta tank and left his room.

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Beth Morgan

Beth had woken hours ago. She was a morning person, always up to see the sunrise. Having already checked in to see if there were any tasks for her already laid out, she went down to the training area in order to fit in a bit of a workout before the day really began. She was a bit sore from yesterday's mission, but things could have been a lot worse. She felt immensely grateful that some bruises and aching muscles were all that she received during their little escapade at the Hydra base, and she felt even better due to the fact that their mission had been a success. (I hope that this is okay with everyone who was involved in the mission. I can change things if you'd rather it have gone south.)

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Leo Fitz

Having spent much of night trying to figure out how exactly to help Iza with her powers, Fitz woke up in the chair at one of the many desks in the labs. A blanket had been draped over his shoulders, and when the engineer looked to the side, a sandwich was waiting for him on the desk. Prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella with just a hint of homemade pesto aioli. His favorite. A small smile crept it's way onto his features and he took a moment to glance around for Jemma Simmons, but she must have left the labs quite recently. He ran a hand over his eyes to rub the sleep away, and then sat up a bit straighter in order to go over what work he had accomplished last night. The design was ready, and now he just needed to work to make his vision a reality.

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Mark Delaney

After such an irritating day, last night had been a welcomed relief. Mark remembered practically falling into bed and slipping into a deep sleep almost immediately. Now, he felt well rested and eager to get moving. His burned hands weren't nearly as bothersome today as they had been before, though he did have to admit that he felt a little jealous of Carter after word spread that the little time-glitch had been healed of his injures by the cradle. Lucky bastard. Mark had torn off his own bandages yesterday after becoming annoyed with them and was letting his hands heal in the natural way. He told himself that it was better this way. He didn't need a quick fix in order to continue working. The man threw on his clothes after a quick shower and strode out into the hall. He would head to the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat, and then check in to see if he was needed anywhere.

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Loki Laufeyson

He wanted his scepter. Loki was beginning to feel relatively safe in his new environment and Evelyn appeared to be healing quite nicely, but he needed his scepter. Not only for selfish reasons did he desire the weapon, but he genuinely felt that SHIELD could not handle possessing such a thing. They were not Aesir, or even Jotun. What hope could those mortals have of understanding it's workings? He nearly kicked a bit of rubbish out of frustration, but carefully reeled in his emotions in order to preserve the mask of neutral indifference which his features had settled into. With the tracker out of his arm and a properly crafted illusion cast over his skin in order to disguise himself as a middle-aged human, Loki felt free to wander the city without fear of being attacked. Occasionally, some thug would see his expensive-looking suit and slight frame and make a target out of him, but the God was always able to evade or outmatch them without breaking a sweat. If anything, he almost enjoyed himself in those moments.

[Spotted.Newt]

[name] Douglass Thimble
[alias] The Electron
[gender] male
[age] 32 years
[tags] none

Douglas Thimble sat in a comfy oversized chair, a game of chess spread out before him and a hedgehog on his lap. Casually, he reached forward, scooting his rook forward several spaces. "Checkmate," he declared in a sing-sing voice, before giving a heavy sigh. He was so terribly bored. The chess game hadn't even been a challenge. Sighing again, Thimble gently stroked the hedgehog.
A knock came to his door, and he called the person in. It was one of his scientists. Grinning after hearing the scientist's words, he shoed the man away. Then, he lifted the hedgehog up to eye level, observing it like one might look at a beautiful and rare piece of artwork.
"So prickly," he commented, talking to no one. "And so darn cute. A little bristly when agitated, but overall, pretty harmless. Just like SHIELD." Smiling almost fondly at the hedgehog, Thimble stood up. He left his study, traveling down to his private lab. There, he found an ordinary cardboard box. He placed the hedgehog inside, then handed it off to one of his people to send off. SHIELD should get the package by midday at the latest.

[OrangeLeaf]

Iza had spend half the night assisting Fitz, who tried to unravel the secrets of her transformation and what was needed to keep her in track. In the middle of the night, she was sent to her room to rest. She hoped she would see the test results soon. She awoke in the welcoming cold of her room. However, she felt the temperature had dropped a little. She walked to one of the walls and used the changer to rise it up a little. She filled her jumpsuits with ice cubes again and walked out of the freezing chamber to go to the cafeteria to eat.

Snipper had woken up on the rooftop of a building. It was starting to get cold, but she didn't really care. She had spend last winter with only a blanket and other things she could find on the junkyard. No mechanical help though, since nearly everything was broken there. She saw the grocery store. It wasn't open yet, since it was very early in the morning, but it was the perfect time for Snipper to get her groceries. She hopped down on the streets and casually walked over to the store.

[still.believing]

Harley Fay/Ghost
Female
20
Tags: open
Location: S.H.I.E.L.D
Harley shot up from where she lay on top of the bedcovers. Her hand shot underneath her pillow too grab hold of a knife. Harley's arm went up to defend herself from an invisible enemy. The ginger's blue eyes were dull and distant, not comprehending where she was, then everything came tumbling back. Including the pain. She winced and dropped her arms to cradle her ribs. Gritting her teeth in the process. With a sigh, Harley pushed her butt off her bed and got ready for the day. Ten minutes to shower and dry her hair, eat an apple, and change. She wore her heavy duty black combat boots with cargo pants tucked in and a black long sleeved shirt. The only clothes Harley owned where shredded, or lost long ago. So the simple one's that S.H.I.E.L.D. provided would have to do until she got some money. As she bustled herself with finding weapons, Harley's mind wandered to Carter. She'd lost him after their time at the Cradle. With only the four throwing knives and a hunting blade, the ginger walked stiffly into the hall. Harley gave a small grunt as she closed the door to her room.

[Kat]

((A hedgehog? Imagine the confusion when that randomly shows up. Haha.))

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Carter Eilian

With his hair still a little damp from the shower, Carter walked down the hall while still in the process of clipping on a few of his things. He slid his ear piece into place and turned it on, ensuring that he would always be available for contact if needed, and he also made sure that his handgun was secured at his hip. His set of throwing knives had unfortunately been lost in the Hydra incident, and he had not yet replaced them. He was feeling rather chipper today, though. With his leg no longer an issue, he felt eager to put the events which led to that injury behind him and move forward. The agent even briefly thought of heading down to the cafeteria, even though he wasn't really hungry, on the off chance that he may bump into one of his friends on the way.

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Mark Delaney

Mark had already ventured down to the cafeteria and was busy dishing himself up some pancakes and sausages. After drowning it all in a pool of maple syrup, he grabbed a plastic fork and strode over to one of the end tables to relax and eat his breakfast before the day really began. He glanced up from his meal as someone else entered, and the agent quickly swallowed and put down his fork. "Hey, you. How's it going?" He called to Iza, recognizing her from their little 'adventure' to one of SHIELD's safe houses. The last he had seen of her, she had run away , leaving he and Captain America to trudge back to base without her. He had no hard feelings, but he was glad to see that she was okay and had eventually returned to SHIELD without any trouble.

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Loki Laufeyson

If there was one thing that Loki could appreciate of Midgard, it was the fact that mortals paid such little mind to each other. If the elderly beggar woman asking for spare change on the corner was so easily ignored, Loki felt practically invisible to them with the illusion of shorter blonde hair and blue eyes in place. As he sat at a bench and casually stirred his cup of coffee, he was allowed to forget for a moment that the mortals around him would likely attempt to mob him if his identity were publicized. And of course, he'd then have to kill the poor things, and what a mess that would make. With a sigh, his eyes lazily trailed over to a near by grocery store, and at a woman approaching it with purpose. 'It isn't open, you dolt.' He thought with an inward roll of his eyes.

[Spotted.Newt]

{hehe, yes, imagine. No note or anything, just a hedgehog...}

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☾ - Name: Skyler Sors/Shadow Wolf
☾ - Nickname: Sky, Eevee, Brook(alias)
☾ - Age: 16
☾ - Gender: Female
☾ - Location: caf
☾ - Tags: open
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Skyler padded nearly silently into the building's cafeteria. Trying her best to be invisible, she made her way over to one of the food counters, scanning the items that were up for grabs. She snagged a little bag of dried fruit, tucking it into her sweatshirt pocket for snacking later, and then took a small plate with some sausages and scrambled eggs. Not a ton of food, but she figured it would be wise to gradually adjust to normal foods again. She didn't want to get herself sick.

[Dragonheart48]

X-23:
Her eyes focused in on a man stirring his cup of coffee. He had cast an illusion that gave him blue eyes and blond hair, "You can change your looks but you can't change your scent", she mumbled to herself.Slinging her rifle off her shoulder she loaded a tranq dart into it, she aimed it at the man below and put her hand on the trigger. She fired the gun at the man..... (and I leave it to you Kat to finish that scentence because I don't want to power play)

[Kat]

Carter Eilian

He hadn't run into one of his friends on the way down, but Carter figured that he would still take a little something from the cafeteria while he was down there. Perhaps he would meet up with Harley or Lewis later. He didn't wish to annoy them by purposely seeking them out, remembering that he had an unfortunate tendency of pushing people away in doing that. He really enjoyed spending time with them, and he didn't want to mess it up. So, he walked into the cafeteria and grabbed a plate. Having had a bowl of cereal earlier, Carter wasn't starving, but the scrambled eggs did look pretty good. He went to dish up a small portion, waiting behind a girl who he had never met before as she grabbed some eggs and sausages. "New here?" He casually asked as he stepped up to grab a serving of his own, smiling faintly in a friendly manner. It was always nice to see new agents around, and he always made a point of being friendly with them. He knew how intimidating being a SHIELD newbie could be. Carter didn't know about Skyler's past or the reason for her being here. He hadn't been told about her, and therefore he assumed her to be someone fresh from the academy.

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Loki Laufeyson

Loki brought the cup of coffee up to his thin lips and took a sip. Coffee was one of Midgard's more favorable inventions, he mused as he continued to silently watch the woman approaching the grocery store. However, his moment of relative relaxation did not last for very long. The trickster suddenly felt something sharp pierce the curve between his neck and shoulder, and he let out a small hiss of surprise. Miraculously, he managed to both retain his illusion and not spill his beverage. As soon a he realized that there was a needle lodged in his neck, though, he quickly set the cup down and grabbed the offending object in order to yank it away. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but as something similar had once been used to inject a tracker into his arm, he assumed this one to have a similar intent and was thoroughly angered to have such a degrading thing done to him once more. Loki stood from the bench and gazed around at his surroundings in an attempt to seek out the source and eliminate them. He was beginning to feel a bit odd, though. His limbs were growing heavy, and his regularly sharp vision was becoming a little fuzzy around the edges. The tranquilizer's dosage had not been strong enough to knock someone like him unconscious, but he was still feeling some concerning side effects. "Damn." He muttered to himself as he took notice of the change and realized that something more must have been done to him.

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Nick Fury

"There's been a package for you, Sir." An agent informed the Director of SHIELD. Whenever an unknown package arrived on their doorstep, everyone in charge of handling such things became a bit wary. Over the years, they've seen just about everything from body parts to religious pamphlets show up in unmarked boxes.

"I'm not expecting anything." Fury responded carefully. "Have it taken through the usual protocols."

The agent pressed a button on his communicator and sent directions to his co-workers about what to do with the suspicious package. However, after a muffled voice spoke to him through his earpiece in response, his eyebrows suddenly drew together. Fury gave him a questioning look and the agent let out a sigh. "They've already opened it." He said, silently cursing his coworkers' idiocy.

Fury swore that some of those working for SHIELD could use a good throttle now and then for their stupidity. However, as the building hadn't exploded, the act hadn't cost them much this time. It was probably more pamphlets. "Well, then what was it?" He asked as he busied himself with his tablet, not overly concerned.

"Um... a live hedgehog, Sir." The agent responded, causing Fury's gaze to land him with an incredulous look. Well, now he's heard everything.