((Accepted! c: ))
((Oh my gosh yes
Clint will fangirl so hard
"Haha Tony was right wOw"))
Clint was good at hiding in the rafters during Avengers volleyball in Stark's gymnasium, so climbing in the trees wasn't too hard for the archer. Tapping his earpiece, he started speaking. "Romanoff, Rogers, Stark, Hill, Carter? Anybody copy?" Nothing but static. "Romanoff, Rogers, Stark?" Nothing. "Tasha?!" She would've responded by now. "This isn't a funny joke, Tony!" He started to shout, not paying attention to where he was going. "Hawkeye to SHIELD Base, asking for Director Fury or Agent Coulson." This time there wasn't even static. Great, just great! When Clint went to leap into the next tree, he found himself flying towards something else in the trees. "OH SH-" Clint screeched as he felt himself flying out of the tree, from colliding.
Loki, with a swish and flicker flick of his hand! caused his golden horned helmet and staff to disappear. With another flick, his green cape disappeared, leaving him with just his usual Asgardian attire, with its traces of green, black and gold. The god of mischief instantly regretted it, as he saw somebody off in the distance, walking along. From here, he believed it to be a simple misgardian wondering the shore. The brother of Thor was ready to conjure back his staff at moments notice to enslave the man's mind if needed. And if the guy posed a threat, he would be ready to kill him as well. Loki did not bother walking towards Gabriel, but instead stayed where he was. He was a superior, and would not find himself just walking up to a misgardian.
Helga spun faster than you could say 'boo', whipping out one of her guns. She aimed it at Deryn, frowning. Her uniform reminded her of something a soldier would wear, but not one of the United States Military. She would know, her family was in the cavalry, and she was trained by the soldiers stationed in Maryland. Considering, that was before she joined the military, between 1900 and 1910. Who knows how much time could've passed while she was in Atlantis. Maybe this was the reality, not 1910. Helga shook her head. "Who are you? Don't think I won't shoot!" She said, her voice charming and smooth.
Kron wandered aimlessly, clueless to what was around him. The trees were high, but yet still allowing rays of sunlight to peak through. It didn't seem like too bad of a place; not like there were any weird creatures here. Kron shook his head. Why would he even have such thoughts?! Who knew what was here. That was when he saw Bassett- on the shore. A thing with wings. Despite being a leader, he didn't have very good social skills (according to his sister, Neera). Three times she had told him he needed to work on that. His response? 'Pfft, I don't need that! I won't be socializing with others when I'm leader.' Oops. Looking around, the dinosaur accidentally stepped on a branch. Kron cringed, wondering if Bassett could of heard him.