by gotta.blast » Sun Mar 22, 2015 12:40 am
YASS WE HAVE THE ARCHER SQUAD HERE minus Katniss and Merida. Tauriel will be so jealous
Should we have Loki and Gabriel already know each other?
I almost feel like adding Pietro Maximoff, because then it would also be Flash vs Quicksilver xD
Everybody's accepted! We can start! c: ))
Loki wasn't sure about how he should've felt. It was a conflicted feeling. Happy, for he was on a new unclaimed land where he could finally become a ruler without anybody to stop him from pursuing the ruler position. Although, he wasn't sure where he was, making him confused and angry. The god was scanning the shore intently, seeing nothing of anything living. All he had been doing was 'royal duties,' disguised as Odin, when suddenly he was here. Loki was assuming the fact that the real Odin Allfather had banished him to this place, secretly making his way back. Well, at least here he wouldn't have to deal with Thor, or anybody like him, he hoped. He wouldn't have minded Lady Sif, although. She may have hated him, but she caught his fancy.
Clint Barton wasn't aware to the fact that his arch enemy was on the other side of this island. Nor the fact his counterparts of other realms were also prowling about on this god forsaken rock. For all he knew, this could've been a SHIELD training program. But then again, how did that explain why he awoke here as if he was kidnapped. One minute, the archer was with Tasha and Steve, getting a briefing from Maria Hill about retrieving intel from the fallen Washington DC base, and then bam. He was here. Had HYDRA infiltrated their quinjet? Couldn't have, was only him, Black Widow, Captain America, Agent Hill, Agent 13, and Stark. Since he had modified it, he was driving the jet. Something a billionaire probably hadn't been used to. Clint was mystified by this situation. His quiver was loaded, every type of arrow he owned in his possession. The bow he carried was not broken, despite finding himself lying on the ground as if he was dropped there. Standing up, Barton looked up. Best strategy would be the trees. So, up Hawkeye went.
Let's see, how did it all just go down? Rourke threw her off of the ship, she bounced back, he grabbed her and chucked her back down, off of the side of it. "Nothing Personal" he had said. Helga snorted. Yeah, okay. "Nothing personal my-" her last word was lost in the rustle of the bushes, as she stepped out from them. It was a wonder how she was even here, considering she was last thrown off of a flying device and crushed by it as it crashed back down. Hair a mess, last gun out of ammo, wearing a white tank top. Now, she wore the outfit that she first had on the first days of the expedition, along with two fully loaded weapons. He blonde hair was back in a braid. Wherever this jungle was, she was for sure it was not Atlantis. All Helga Sinclair could manage was a sigh, for the lieutenant couldn't believe she was actually still apart of the land of the living.
Meanwhile, Kron was in the same boat as Ms. Helga Sinclair. Confused, thought he was dead, dazed, but yet relieved. Both betrayed by somebody they saw as family (considering Kron's sister had physically pushed him away from Aladar and went against him just for that newbie), and both wrong until last minute when they realized what they did was wrong. Tail swaying, the dinosaur was absolutely clueless to the fact where he was. Was he still even near the nesting grounds? Was this the dense jungle that bordered the nesting grounds? Whatever the case, Kron was terribly confused, wishing he had Neera or Bruton, despite having been mad at both of them.