/Invite Only/ Reassembly Point

[VanWen]

ooc:
Where is hawkeye.

[Kryptonite]

((I think she just hasn't had time to reply. Quoted it just to bring it onto this page ))

.Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton.

If I miss, it means I'm just another dude with a bow. It means I've been fooling myself this whole time. And that's why I never miss.

"Fine," Clint grumbled. Natasha's calling him a child was accurate, at least when he was solely with her. He put the phone back against his ear as he scooted over to Natasha again. "Just get this over with quickly, okay?" Already prepared for the pain, he gripped the blankets on the bed. It seemed unfair how whenever she got hurt, she wouldn't let him treat it, but whenever he got a graze or something, she wouldn't let him go until it was wrapped up in gauze.

Natasha Romanoff

I've got the upper hand now
And your're losing ground
You never had to fight back
Never lost a round
You see the gloves are coming off
Tell me when you've had enough.

Natasha smiled in victory and went back to work. More gently this time. She slowly removed the last fragments giving him time to recover after each one before she pulled the next out. She then took an antiseptic cream and gently lathered his wound before finding a patch bandage and closing it all up tightly. "There, it's done you big baby." she said with another smile before getting up and putting some of the supplies back in the bag. She took out two rolls of bandages and went into the bathroom to attend to her own hands. She quickly unwrapped the bandages easily ignoring the pain that shot up through her arms. She used her elbow to open the cold water tap and held her hands under the water until they were numb again. She examined the holes in the back of her hands with mild interest. On her left hand one of the veins had just been nicked but already it had clotted over and formed a nice little cap over it. Natasha then began to wrap up her hands one by one.

[VanWen]

ooc:
Thanks.

[sicksadworld.]

-bump c: -

[Kryptonite]

((Guess I'm coming back to this. I hate to let it sit here all inactive :C ))

"Sir, the area is about to be closed off. The Avengers are still within the perimeter."
"Any evidence of their leaving?" Rorty asked the man on the speaker.
"No sir, not yet."
"Get Eli on the phone."

•

Assuming the Avengers would either back down, or humor him and try to get past his wall, Eli shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his back on the diving wall of flame now creeping around the base. Eli passed by the stretchers he'd sent in, nodding to Em as he strode calmly towards his chambers.
"Sir-" a man stopped him. "Two things. A call-"
"-from the president and an enemy on the roof, right on it." Eli completed boredly, taking the phone from the man's hand and continuing on his way. "Yep." Eli said blandly, bringing the phone up to his ear.
"You didn't get rid of the avengers."
"You never specified."
"You're insufferable."
"You need me."
Rorty stopped, Eli could just envision the old man rubbing his temples. "Eli, I'm not playing games here."
"Never said you were."
"What are you doing with your life?"
"Plenty."
Another sigh. "....well where are you going now, back to bed?"
"Actually, to get one of 'em off the roof."
"An Avenger?"
"No, a giraffe."
"Eli. I'm going to give you a set of instructions. Can you follow them for one time, please?"
"You sound desperate enough, sure. I'm also going to need extra helpings of gravy on my dinner." Gosh, the employees out here got a crappy dinner.
"What?- Alright, sure, fine. Look, hold the Avenger in one of our captive cells until I give you further instructions."
"You mean the dungeon?"
"No....yes? Eli-"
"Okay, okay." Eli rolled his eyes, walking up the stairs.
"Now, don't hurt him-"
"It's a girl."
Sigh, again. "Don't hurt her. But make sure the Avengers can't get to her. Better yet, can you make the Avengers believe she's not captured?"
"I'll try." Wow, those were the most profound words he'd ever said. Actually trying? This was gonna involve some effort. That was enough of a salutation for him, so he hung up the phone, just as he entered onto the roof, seeing the girl there, right where he left her.
As if this was just an inconvenient chore rather than a mission, Eli attracted little device back into his hand, stepping to the edge of the roof. The Avengers seemed to be hesitating, but their mission was to get that Archer guy back, and they'd succeeded, so they'd probably leave soon. He knew the archer and the cat-suit lady had already ditched.
Easily, Eli projected a clone of Lisbeth out behind the group. The clone was an exact copy of Lisbeth physically. However, it was almost robotic. Unless he put effort into it, the clone would have minimum emotion and not reflect the actual person at all, personality-wise. He hoped they'd just do a quick headcount and then jet, and that they won't realise she's a fake until the government could get whatever tests done they wanted on the actual subject. Happy with the projection, standing blankly a few yards behind the Avengers below, Eli turned back to the real person, grabbing some handcuffs off the guard (still, unbelievably, knocked out. weak thing) and close them over her small wrists. "You are now officially under arrest, by the Government of the United states. You have the right to remain silent...uh, anything you say or do will be used against you...er. That's all I remember." Eli shrugged, tugging the chain between the cuffs. He didn't really give a crap about rights, and was too lazy to try and remember them anyways. Plus, this type of arrest probably wasn't legal anyways.

•

Julia waited for a second, until she head a female's voice who identified herself as Natasha Romanoff. The Natasha Romanoff? Stunned and puzzled, Julia didn't say anything, when a male's voice took over. She listened carefully to the voice on the phone, letting go of her suitcase handle and dropping her chocolate colored teddy bear onto a nearby armchair, hugging her stomach with one hand, other hand holding to phone up to her ear. "......Clint?" she asked quietly after a pause. It had felt like ages since the WCA had split up, and she'd last spoken to Clint. He had been the leader, not to mention an amazing friend, so she'd been upset when the group didn't work out. She could barely believe her ears, not to mention she was quite confused. Then she realized he had asked her a question. "I'm in the Stark tower, I....nobody's here." she told him quickly. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the carpet, pacing circles - it was a habit she had when she was concentrating. "Are you okay?" she felt obliged to ask, bottom lip jutting out a little - another habit of concentration.

[sicksadworld.]

♈ L I S B E T H ~ H E L L I O N ♈
Pay Close Attention
Tomorrows Money

Lisbeths vision was vague and blurred, a voice rang in her ears but it was echoed, she heard the word government and stuttering as the person who she had finally worked out was the lad from before tried to tell her something, she didnt listen though, she just felt the cold metal around her wrists, she tried to resist but her weakened state could put up no such effort but she would let her voice be heard "F*** off, you need to stop talking" she manged to cough out, a small smile on her pale, cracked lips as she was hauled to her feet, wobbling slightly, hissing and wailing as she felt the pain in her side.
As she felt the tug on the chain she grumbled and stumbled forwards in an attempt to put him off balance and free herself, but that was never going to happen and even if she was in full health she had nowhere to go. From that moment on she decided a vocal assault would be the only good thing left in her arsenal "The others will notice im gone" she stated, looking back at him through dull eyes, black bags underneath them and one was half closed due to bruising.

- sorry its so short :c and same i didnt want it to die :/ -

[Kryptonite]

•

Eli tugged the cuff link sharply as the girl tried to throw him off balance. She was light though, not to mention weak, and he almost felt a little guilty for doing that. Almost.
"Wow, you're soooooo valiant and witty." he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes, though his tone bland and bored as per usual. He led her down the stairs, hoping she wasn't so handicapped that he'd actually have to carry her. Carry her, meaning use his powers to levitate her down to the basement. It wasn't exactly a typical, stone-and-iron dungeon with knight guards and little flaming torches on the walls. It actually more resembled a hospital or mental institute. The rooms and halls were all sterile and white with those one-way-mirrors for interrogation. A lot nicer than a prison cell, actually. "No, they actually won't." Eli replied soggily. "Atleast not for a few days. Unless you're a complete emotionless robot like your clone. Then they may not come for months." he told her with a humorless little huff/chuckle. "I mean, be honest with yourself. They're not gonna come looking for you like they came looking for that archer." he inferred. "I mean, since when did a hacker-geek become part of the Avengers?" he teased. Captain America, sure. Iron Man, okay. But this girl? Pfft. Maybe she could put up a fight, but no way would she ever fit in with the rest of those guys. In a way he could relate, but he was the opposite. Everyone was a government official, information junkies, computer experts, highly-trained professionals. Eli? He was just a kid with powers, working for the country (apparently).

[sicksadworld.]

♈ L I S B E T H ~ H E L L I O N ♈
Pay Close Attention
Tomorrows Money

Lisbeth made her way down the stairs, stumbling anyway, her feet tangling themselves to the point that the wall seemed like her friend, it offered support and strength, but it was uncomfortable. Her eyes were half shut all the way down, trying to mentally regather herself for what was to come.
The sudden appearance of white rooms made her blink, then panic, she had spent her childhood in rooms like these, why? Because her father had beaten her mother, created an inner mob circle and so she had petrol bombed his car at the age of twelve. A milk carton of petrol was her weapon and a small match. Unfortunetly he lived and for the next six years of her life paid of the so called psychiatrist to find ways of keeping her in the unit, running tests and starving her. She never flinched, never muttered a single letter and it made her into the blank, stubborn shell she was now.
Then those words hit her, the fact that she didnt belong, that no-one cared.
In her mind they did, she was finally accepted, but this guy, if she could she would tear his head from his torso, this guy portrayed a new story, she was always the one at the back, the violent opposition, the one who everyone steered clear of. Even Steve, at times, held his distance, looked at her like she was some kind of animal. Lisbeth almost felt as if she was being torn in two with these thoughts, her mental stability, if you could call it that, was shattering word by word.
Her green eyes, dulled as they were, glanced back, a choking sound came from her as she began to grin "I have no idea how i became part of the initiative, but it must've been something a hell of a lot better than what you can do" she said in a crumbling tone, a short chuckle finished her sentence as they entered one of the rooms, she blinked rapidly, a small pool had welled up in the corner of her eyes, but she couldnt tell if it was from the words of hurt or the brightness of the room .

[Kryptonite]

•

Eli pulled the girl through the halls, towards one of the sterile rooms. As usual, he could hear her thoughts quietly in his own mind, as if she were speaking them. He focused in on a split second, catching something about her dad beating her mom. Eli cringed a little, feeling invasive. It wasn't so much that he respected her privacy, but reading someone's super-personal thoughts and memories would often have a negative effect on Eli. Like a sort of guilt, but far worse. It could even get physical at points. He'd done it before, to some kid at his school. That one kid who never talked to anybody and didn't have friends? Turns out his life was a total sh*t hole. And Eli knew about every bit of it, and it killed him knowing that he knew this kid's whole story without permission. It was worse that he accidentally let some of it slip, and that kid got pretty badly embarrassed, not to mention bullied. At the time, Eli was physically sick because of it. Maybe because his mind was so strong, it also had some type of enhanced emotion. Well, at least when it came to guilt of using his powers. He'd been heaving for days, with a fever and cold-sweats and all that.

Anyways, Eli blocked out Lisbeth's thoughts. It was an easy thing to do, like closing the door. You shut it, and it stays shut without you having to press on it or anything. Or unless someone opens it.

But that's besides the point. "Well now, isn't that something to be proud of?" Eli asked sarcastically, chucking her farther into the cell. He extended his palm to the cuffs, which floated off and flew to his grip as if by a magnetic force. "If you need anything, just holler. We'll be on the other side." he noted, glancing once at the tinted window on one of the walls, before leaving and locking the door behind him without needing a key.

Still a tad queasy, Eli entered the room next to her holding cell, where the government could watch the patient. Eli took a seat on a spinny chair without bothering to look through the glass. There were two men in the room who looked at him cautiously, but Eli ignored them wholeheartedly.
"Page the general?" one asked, the other nodded and said something into a little comm.

[sicksadworld.]

♈ L I S B E T H ~ H E L L I O N ♈
Pay Close Attention
Tomorrows Money

The room itself was an okay size for Lisbeth, she didnt feel trapped, which was a first. She completely blanked the lad as he spoke and heard the door, looked like she had a new home for a while, which was unnerving her slightly, there was a lack of computer access as well as a lack of access to a mcdonalds happy meal. As she glanced around, noticing the tinted glass she began to hobble round, one hand outstretched and the tip of her fingers glided against the surface of the walls, there were no significant weaknesses she could suss out, and the walking had made her dizzy which thankfully numbed the pain a bit, but either way she had to sit down.
Lisbeth chose the wall parallel with the tinted glass. She placed her back up against it and slid down to the floor, knees up, arms over the top and eyes staring straight forwards from under the huge hood, her face as plain and as still as a russian dolls, bar the piercings and black matted hair.
As she sat she hummed to herself, thinking back to her days in the psychiatric ward, strapped to a table, being force fed food and hit here there and everywhere, she didnt even flinch at the memory, it kept her going, the hatred towards these men, men that had imprisoned her, ruined her life. She had taught them all a lesson in the end. Especially her father.
But that tale wasnt a smooth ride, she had again ended up in hospital after being attacked by who she found out to be her half brother, shot in the back of the skull by her father and buried alive. She was a medical miracle and had dug herself out from the six foot hole, return to the god-forsaken house and come down on her father with an axe like some demonic zombie. All that was history though, a dark one at that, but the thought of the revenge brought a plain smile to her face .