by gotta.blast » Thu Mar 26, 2015 8:49 am
((Thank you! I'm adding a second part today Lets make it a Fall Out Boy or Maroon 5 song xD))
Pietro nodded. "Thank you," it was all he could say, considering HYDRA were the ones whom forced his mutant powers to come out at full power at an earlier age than they should have. His father had been trying to teach him and his sister, Wanda, control before it came out, but once the organized crime founded group took them, their training was forgotten. "I will demonstrate, if you two could keep up? It shall take me less than five seconds to run this whole island," Pietro said with a confident smirk. He watched Toothless with interest, spreading out his wings and helping Hiccup stay on his feet. That was when he noticed the leg. "Oh, are you alright? What happened there?" He pointed at Hiccup's leg.
Lucky Oliver, had a friend of his here to help back him up. Where was Natasha when you needed her? Or Kate? Maybe even Tony? Then he'd have the billionaire's smart-alec remarks, his smarts, and his Iron Man suit. Most preferably, the Mark 42. Hulk buster would be just as cool, but it was so large, obvious, and bulky. No wonder Tony built it to battle Hulk. "Well Mr. Roy Harper, Oliver's been asking for you while we've been waiting for two other.....associates," he wasn't sure if that wasn't the right term to call Legolas and Sombre, just yet, "to scout out a place to sleep for tonight." Barton finished with a nod, looking to Celty. "Thank you for speaking for your horse," he said. "Explain everything to us as we move; we're heading towards a town," Clint motioned for Roy and Oliver to follow him, Celty, and Katniss.
"Being lazy isn't acceptable," Helga said. A smirk was tugging at the corner of her red lipstick covered lips, no matter how much she was trying to keep a straight face. Swinging up a few branches above Deryn, she reached down with her gloved hands, snatching Bovril in her hands. Her blonde braid hung as well, Helga glad she had tied it back earlier. Using momentum she had from swinging back and forth whilst hanging from her legs, Sinclair was on another branch, above the one she snatched the creature from. "Your options are climbing this tree, or me dropping you. Your choice, Mole-" she stopped herself from stuttering, as she spoke of the wrong name, "I mean, Bovril."