Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(It’s all good
I think I’ll wait for what Eveline has raised her hand about before responding XD)

(xDD)

Cap:

Steve hadn't thought of that, of Alyona's empathetic connection. With all of this going on, the room was full of emotion (highs and lows), and it probably felt like she was being hit by bricks just being in there. Not to mention she was probably battling her own emotions at the moment as well. He looked down at their hands as she touched him, and he offered hers a gentle squeeze, but that's all he could do. He slowly lifted his head, and let out a breath. "We'll resume this discussion later," he said. His voice was just barely loud enough to be heard around the room, and it came off as tired. "When we're all rested and we can all grasp the situation better, we'll figure out what we're going to do." Whether we stick together or not...

He frowned to himself, and then he turned away. His eyes fell upon Eveline, who had already disappeared out of the room, and he felt bad that Tony had snapped at her. He didn't know who she was, but she didn't deserve Tony's wrath anymore than he deserved to be stuck in space for three weeks. They were all just a little high strung right now. Maybe a little sleep (or time alone) would help them all. He began to walk after Eveline, although he didn't know where he was heading to exactly, and as he passed Natasha, he once more glanced at her. He noted the emotion in her own eyes, and he knew she probably had a million thoughts racing through her head. But so did he. And he wasn't sure how much more of this he could handle right yet. Trying to argue with Tony was like trying to argue with a wall.

John:

John watched the back and forth between everyone, a slight eye-roll in his gaze. The Avengers weren't supposed to fight, were they? He'd always heard so much good about them, so it was weird to see that the perfect weren't so perfect after all. But, the same went for his own men back home, he supposed. They were all still human behind their masks. Still, now it was getting annoying, and since he'd just promised himself (let's see how long that lasts) that he wouldn't do anything too rash, he decided maybe he should just high-tail it out of there. But before he could even move, Eveline moved first, scared away by Tony it seemed, and then Steve. John tilted his head a little amused that everyone had the same idea as he, and he let his hands fall back to his side as he let out a humorless chuckle. His eyes lifted just slightly, and he mumbled more to the room than to any specific person, "Hey, guys, if anyone cares, I'm just gonna go... do something."

The man began to walk, swinging his arms, and then he heard Tom. He didn't quite know who this man was, other than that he seemed to have some sort of connection to Eveline, and that he had quite the temper. That could either be a good thing or a bad thing. With a temper of his own, John needed someone to calm the fire not fuel it. Still, he lifted an interested eye in Tom's direction. "I'm listening," he said, and then he turned on his heels and followed the other man (who also, incidentally, seemed to be going out the same hall as the Captain and Eveline). He didn't trust anyone, not yet (and hardly ever), but he was curious. What did this 'Tom' want to talk to him about?

Seeming aware of Steve following her, Eveline seemed to debate a bit on whether she should speed up or slow down. In the end, she just kept her same pace and Steve caught up from being naturally faster than the small woman.
"Your friend is following us," she said, showing the same ineptitude to know that Natasha was following as she had knowing Steve was without ever looking back. She wasn't sure whether she cared to interact with anyone right now. But after a long couple breaths, she did supply, "I have nothing to say."
Tom might have had a temper and Eveline might have been awkward, but she didn't seem to be a very capable liar. Instead, she looked away, not meeting Steve's eyes and not looking back at Natasha. But she was slow enough in her walk that it was clear she was waiting for Natasha to say what she had planned to say. She had no real intention of interrupting unless she was asked.

...

To Tom's satisfaction, John had completed his request and come with him. Tom waited until he was far enough away that he didn't think anyone behind them could hear. Then he turned, hands in his pockets. His head was down a bit, so it was completely impossible for him to be meeting John's eyes. Then he tilted his head a bit and did meet John's gaze.
He'd broken away from the direction Steve and Eveline had gone in for a reason. He wasn't sure if Eveline would care to hear what he had to say or not.
"Do you have a computer?" he asked abruptly. "And a cigarette lighter? Or I'd settle for a box of matches?" Tom didn't look like he smoked. Nor had he shown any sighs he did for the time he'd been around. But the request was brief. "I need to show you something." It didn't seem like he was going to explain much more than that.

(I hope this makes up for it, heh)

Captain Marvel:

As Steve suggested putting the conversation off until a later time, Carol didn't utter a single word of protest. All she did was give him a small nod before he left the room. She stayed silent as the others filtered out after him, even as Stark was taken away for medical treatment. Though she knew of elixirs out there in nearby galaxies that could heal him in a heartbeat, he was clearly in good hands already, so she didn't mention it. Instead of saying anything at all, she turned and left the room as well.

One could suggest Carol wasn't saying anything because she didn't know these Avengers very well. For her, though, three weeks was plenty of time to get to know someone. Three weeks was long enough for her to get familiar with the layout of most of the Avengers' facility and remember exactly how to get to the west wall from here, which was where she was headed. No, she wasn't saying anything because, for once, she didn't know exactly what to do.

Carol had never been a very patient person. She was more of the "act now, debate later" type. But in a situation like this, there was no clear way how to act. She could spend years scouring the universe for Thanos, but that would take too long. She could ask a few friends if they had any idea where he could be, but it wasn't very likely they would. She could just wait around for the Avengers to figure out something first, but she didn't think she could stand waiting any longer.

Carol hated indecisiveness. It made her feel restless and frustrated and wasting valuable time. But here she was, going over the options in her head, just about ready to pick one and do it already, when she realized she'd reached the edge of the building facing the field.

It had been three weeks since Thanos had snapped. Three weeks, and the lawn was still perfectly trimmed. The rest of the buildings in the compound seemed a bit abandoned and quiet, but any outsider might guess that was because the day was only beginning, the pale light of dawn just now reaching every corner. Out of context, it might look as if nothing had really gone wrong.

As if the compound itself was saying, "Until we're sure the world has ended, we'll continue on with the hope that it won't."

That sounds like something Fury would say, Carol realized with amusement. She wouldn't be surprised if he actually had said something like it at some point. But then she remembered with a pang that the world had ended for him. The last thing he'd probably ever seen was dozens of people around him turning to dust. Optimism hadn't been enough for him then.

But what if it had been? Carol couldn't help but wonder. What if he were here with us today? What would he do now? About Thanos?

One thing was for certain, he would never give up. He hadn't made this team of Avengers just so they could lose hope the first time they took a hit. He'd made them so they would keep getting up even if they stood no chance of winning, so they would defend those who couldn't defend themselves. And he'd made them a team, not a bunch of quarreling egos who could throw a punch. And he'd be quick to tell them all that when they had a hard time seeing the same.

And if Fury had believed in them, well, Carol had better try her best to believe in them, too.

So, Steve was probably right. Trying to reach a decision when they were probably all just as exhausted and frustrated as she was wouldn't be very helpful. And though Carol hated waiting, maybe it was the best thing to do for at least a little while.

(Haaaaaaaallo everyone?)

Cap:

Steve had been too busy walking away that he hadn't noticed Alyona leaving before it was too late. He heard her footsteps, and then he watched her silent figure retreat with Viktor, but he only had time to open his mouth and then close it before she was gone. He considered running after her and begging her to stay, but he knew that one of the reasons she had stayed was because of Bucky. Obviously, she'd stayed for the rest of them, too, but with Bucky gone, it was less one thread holding her in place. He wasn't surprised that she wanted a little alone time... and perhaps it would be good if she could get in touch with others. Maybe spreading out was a good thing. But they couldn't all leave. They were putting off decision making right now, but he still wanted the Avengers together when the time came to act. And this certainly wasn't what he'd envisioned, that the Avengers would disband once more when the world needed them. What a leader he was, eh?

He let out a sigh, turning back to the hallway, and he let his legs catch up to Eveline. He was quiet until Eveline spoke, and then he just offered a small nod. "I know," he said because with trained ears he had, as well, heard the quiet footsteps of Natasha. But he didn't turn around to face the red-head because he knew all too well she was about to give him news he didn't want to hear. So, he repeated, this time to Natasha, "I know." And he swallowed, eyes forward. I know everyone is leaving. I know I'm a disappointment.

John:

John followed after Tom, eyes narrowed, and then he crossed his arms as he stopped, legs apart. He noted the awkwardness of the man, unable to meet his gaze at first, but John only looked on, eyes focused and hard with curious suspicion. It was when Tom spoke that John's expression relaxed a bit and changed from suspicion to bewilderment. "I'm sorry, excuse me?" he blurted (and he had to lower his voice a bit because the oddity of the question made him speak louder). "I don't know who you think I am, but I'm new to this place, just like you. I certainly didn't bring a computer with me. Nor do I have either of your other... requests," he said quieter. He lifted his eyebrows, and then he let out a exasperated breath. "But you've piqued my interest. What is it you want to show me? And why is it something I have the feeling you want no one else to see?"

(EEEEeee. Sorry not posting! I can't believe it's already October omsc.)

(Ikr? How crazy!
I'd like to rp the Avengers trick-or-treating or something (: )

(or the Avengers can dress up as each other and go out kid-free XD I'm sure Bucky would have something to say about babysitting XD

(The question is whether it matters if they're alive at the moment or not )

(Sounds like fun then XD)

(I'd be fine with that. XD )

(*raises hand*)

(*raises both hands*

Also Bucky as the tin man is gold

Let me go think of something for my characters... hmm...)