Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(Maple; except when extra layers aren't enough D:
I go through most of my days with a permanent chill ;-;
can we swap weather? xD)

(Okay, awesome, then! Bring her in, as well as Loki XD)

(I was going to respond today, but I'm tired, so I think I'll have to respond tomorrow o: )

(can somebody just give me a summary of what's happening and I'll do that)

(got it. I'll get something up before I leave.)

(okay just FYI this has already happened so Laura’s just chilling with her guns, waiting for Logan to find her, because A) he can smell her, B) you KNOW logan ain’t telling people jack about minor things like intruders, and C) I want to do Laura/Logan. And somebody have Bruce bring up Jean being with him or something so I can do that tomorrow.)

It had been a wild couple of weeks. New, different earth, tangling with an Inhuman mafia in Moscow, and now putting that on hold to get into the Avengers compound. She’d hung around the local airport, and found a pilot with a jump Cessna. $20,000 pays for a lot of avgas, so he wasn’t asking too many questions.
“KEEP THE CURRENT HEADING FOR THIRTY SECONDS,” she shouted from the back of the airplane, then slid the door open. Grabbing the handle, X-23 leaned out of the plane, judging her distance, then hurled herself into space.
Laura quickly zipped open the bag at her side, revealing an AR-15 pattern rifle. She’d bought a top-of-the-line model at a gun store several days earlier using one of her fake birth certificates. Several magazines lined the pockets of her jacket. Slinging the rifle across her chest, she pulled the charging bolt, chambering a round, then flicked off the safety and discarded the bag. Pulling the Sig Sauer out of her side holster, she racked the slide, chambering a round there as well, and disengage that safety. Returning it to its holster, she set up the profile for falling in a HALO jump.
As she fell towards the complex, Laura sighted her target: A spot next to the helipad, behind the camera and obscured from view by a radiator. At the last moment, she pulled her chute, jerking to a stop right as her feet brushed against the gravel roof. Pulling the quick release, she tucked and rolled, ending up near an entry hatch. Just as planned. Popping her claws, Laura sliced through the undoubtedly very fancy lock Stark had put on it. She dropped to the floor below, and crept down to a computer station.
“Jean Grey.”
No useful results.
Well then. Guess it's time to be a little more proactive.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of an approaching Avengers Quinjet… no, too many engines. Something much larger, but using similar tech. Probably some sort of SHIELD transport. Laura went up to the library; in a time of crisis like this, some light reading wouldn’t be on anybody’s mind, and there were several blind spots created by the bookshelves where she could wait, assess, and decide what the next move was.

(C) oh hell to the no yeah that’s not what I meant.
B) I was just thinking brief skirmish due to misunderstanding like every superhero fighte ever and then other people show up.)

Cap:

Steve's ears picked up Bucky's mutter, and he nodded, his eyes moving from his friend back to Bruce. "Wakanda," he repeated. "Home of King T'Challa, his family, and his people." The relief he felt at just thinking of the place made his body relax a little bit, the fear he had been feeling grow smaller. It didn't disappear, but it no longer made his mind whirl. One thing at a time, he thought. One thing at a time. "Some of us have been to Wakanda"--he pointed at himself, Bucky, Alyona, Clint, and Wanda--"after our fight with Tony. He took us in when we needed refuge," he explained to Banner, seeing as he hadn't been here for a while. He felt bad putting all of this on T'Challa and his people after all that they had done for them already, but T'Challa would see why it was necessary, and he wouldn't turn his back on them. "His sister was able to help Bucky with his mind and---" He froze, suddenly, and slowly turned to Vision. "You haven't met Shuri yet," he told the android. "But she's a brilliant scientist, and they are a place full of technological advances we haven't even begun to think of. She helped Bucky with his mind... maybe there's a way she can help you, too."

Bucky:

Bucky didn't have the best memories of most places, but Wakanda had been nothing but kind to him. While he didn't like that it was the place he'd had to go back into cryo, he remembered that it was the place that had healed him and brought his mind back to as normal as was possible for him. He remembered Shuri and he remembered T'Challa, and, despite his differences with T'Challa in the past, he now considered them friends, and he was glad that he'd have the chance to thank them again. However, he also felt slightly guilty about the condition they'd left the place in. It seemed to long ago now, but when they'd left Wakanda, they had been running and he had been fighting to turn back into the winter soldier because his mind hadn't been fixed fully. Even now, while he considered his mind fixed, there was still a part of him that hadn't mended completely, and he always feared losing control. Regardless, he knew the Wakandans would be happy to help them.

Bucky slowly let his gaze turn to Alyona as she moved to Logan's side.

Logan:

Logan realized that there was a lot more out there than he knew. He'd been around for longer than most - save for his brother - and there was still a whole world of people and places to discover. For one, what was Wakanda? He'd heard mention of it before, seen it on the news and heard it on the radio around the time of the Sokovia Accords, but... what was it, really? From what he'd heard from the news, Wakanda was a poor nation in Africa. He inclined his head to listen more to what the others were saying. That didn't seem to be the case now. He lifted his eyebrows with interest, and then he looked down at Alyona as she approached him. He placed a hand on her shoulder in welcome, gave it a squeeze, and then let his hand fall. "Hey, kid," he whispered. Even through her clothing, he could feel that she was cold, and he frowned. "Gee, you're cold." He let his eyes travel across the room and noticed a fireplace, empty of logs and a fire. Although he wanted to stay and listen to the others talking, he knew wasn't contributing much. He quickly made up his mind to go fetch some wood for the fire so that Alyona could get warm. "I'll be back," he told her in a whisper. "Gonna go get some wood."

If there was anything Logan understood, it was lumber. He let out a sigh now, as he walked out of the room to fetch wood, as he realized he was heading back to his roots. Great, just great. But, then, was that so bad? At least it let him be useful. Still, he found it a little ironic that he was fetching wood. This place was so advanced that it seemed odd to have a fireplace when they could just have an electric one, but he knew there was some good, old fashioned things that you couldn't replace. Wood fireplaces were one of those things. He walked down the quiet halls of the compound, heading towards the doors that would lead outside so that he could get a bundle of wood, when an unfamiliar scent crossed his path. He stopped in his tracks, body tensed and alert, and tilted his head to the side. It was coming from his left. Narrowing his eyes in that direction, Logan briefly wondered if he should get the others, let them know that they had an unexpected guest, but he also knew that they didn't have a lot of time. If he could just see who that visitor was and then eliminate the threat before the others even noticed, it would save them all a little trouble. Besides, Logan didn't doubt his abilities. He could handle it by himself.

Logan turned in the direction of the smell and walked that way with slow feet, making sure that his feet were near silent as he crept towards what appeared to be a large library. Ha. He almost laughed to himself, but he refrained from allowing himself any sort of thrill. Of course it would be the library. The last place you'd expect, which made it all the more obvious.

(Yeah, haha
Kk, no rush! (: )

(Fun class XD)

Logan:

He continued to walk towards the library, and he only paused for a moment outside the doors to see if he could place the scent before he threw himself into some sort of fight. He felt his animal instinct kick in as the scent once more found his nose, more powerful than in the hall. Yep, he confirmed, the intruder was definitely inside the library. And how said intruder made it all the way into the base without some sort of alarm going of... that was curious. But, he realized, with so much going on and no need to protect a practically empty base, it made sense why the security might not have been at its fullest working capacity. Or, maybe this intruder was really that good. Still, he made a mental note to let the others know that they needed to fix their security system when all this was over. Obviously, right now, they had bigger problems to worry about.

Logan lowered his body slightly and ducked into the library without another thought, his claws slowly sliding from his flesh with the gentle slicing sound that came when one unsheathed a sword. He held his arms out to the side, letting his eyes trail the shelves of books, his nose bring him towards the strongest scent of the intruder, his ears listen to the sound of the intruder's breathing. He considered going for a silent approach, but some part of him realized that whoever was in here was waiting for him - and it knew he'd arrived. Logan let a smile curl onto his face. "Let's just make this sweet and simple," he said to the walls. "I know you're in here, and you know I'm in here, so there's no use in hiding. Show yourself. If you don't, I'll find you, either way."

Vision:

Vision listened closely as Captain Rogers explained more about this Wakanda, taking all his words in and silently mulling over them. So, T'Challa had taken Rogers' team in after the fight over the Accords. That would explain why they knew of it, and why both T'Challa and Romanoff disappeared after fighting on Mr. Stark's side; helping fugitives had inadvertently made them fugitives as well. Fortunately, Vision was told they were technologically advanced; that would be helpful in defense against Thanos. Still, Rogers didn't go into too much detail, and Vision was left wondering more about what the country was like.

One thing Vision wondered about was Shuri. Barnes’ mind control had been a large issue that Vision knew had worried not just Rogers for years. It had also contributed to the conflict surrounding the fight over the Accords, him being framed and used by Zemo and all. The fact that Shuri had been able to cure this was huge. The possibility that she might be able to help with Vision's mind couldn't be ignored. What way could she help?

Vision clearly remembered the agony of Thanos’ child digging their blade into his head and trying to pry out the stone. If Thanos did eventually find them, if he did end up trying again to take the stone, what if there was a way to avoid Vision's death in the process? What if Shuri could, say… take the stone out of Vision's head altogether? Of course, that wouldn't solve the problem of Thanos getting it, but still. It was another step towards victory. A step that Vision definitely made a mental note to mention when the time was right.

(P.s. if you could, could you refrain from quoting my rps? I have this weird thing about quoting my rps XD)

Logan:

Logan let out a throaty laugh, his gaze trailing towards the voice. It was a girl -- a young one at that, from what he could hear of her voice, for he couldn't see much other than her eyes -- and he could see her now, her eyes peeking from in between the books in a shelf across the library. He squared in on her gaze, his grin widening to show his teeth. Like canines. "It's funny that you think you're the one in charge here," he told her, relaxing his stance. He could smell her weapons, and he wondered if she'd really use them on him or if they were just something to scare off her enemies. Funny - he wasn't scared. "You're in my house. And I asked you to come out first. I ask the questions, not you, little girl." He let his claws slide back into his hands and crossed his arms. He didn't like someone younger than him who didn't listen, someone who thought they could tell him what to do. News flash for her - he wasn't intimated by the likes of her. But, then, if she wasn't intimidated by him, either (for, he didn't even smell a lick of fear), he wondered how familiar she was with mutant abilities... and if she knew who he was. Most people would have been scared or confused, in the least, when he showed his claws.

(Thanks, haha. Yeah, you can tag me if you want (: But I also get notifications because I have this bookmarked, so I'll see it even if you don't tag me XD)

Logan:

Logan thought about that for a minute, his face contorted into brief thought. But only for that minute. "I'm honored you think I'm acting macho," he told her, shrugging. "But, that's just me. And I can't change an act that, well, isn't an act." He let his arms fall back to his sides and took a step towards her bookshelf. "Why don't you tell me who you are first, and then maybe we can talk. If you're searching for a friend, maybe I can help you. But I can't help a stranger." He then took another step forward, inching closer and closer like he was approaching a frightened animal. Only, she was human. The approach didn't always work so well on humans. Especially not when they had weapons. Getting closer was probably asking for it. "You see, we've got a lot of things going on right now, and we can't afford to have any more problems. Are we going to have a problem here?" He inclined his head in question.

(and, sounds good! But I'm not rpg any blood or anything to keep it as PG as possible, eeeeee

And, right. We'll see what happens, then. If it fits, Logan may charge, haha XD)