Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(Mint; I wish I had some OCs, but I'm not good at OCs XD I've never really rpd them... haha.
It's funny, though, cuz all my claimed characters are pretty much old men or ex-soldiers. The only one who doesn't really fit the mold is Peter Quill.
But basically:
Captain America: 70 year old man, ex-soldier
Bucky: 70 year old man, ex-soldier
John: normal aged (xD), ex-marine
Logan: JUST OLDDDD, ex-soldier
Peter: normal aged, not soldier)

(Percival is an arsonist.


That's about the only one that isn't either foreshadowing for what I plan to do with characters or otherwise directly involved with a plot.
I'm still working out what Tom and Eveline's positions are within the RP and all.)

( We actually gonna do a small side rp thing? :3 )

(Should we do trick or treating or a Halloween party for the avengers at the base? Or both? XD)

(Alright! Sounds good! We can do the halloween party first since it's not halloween yet XD

^^" sorry if my starter is long XD I was trying to set the scene XDD)

Cap, Bucky, Logan, Peter & John:

Halloween was drawing nearer and nearer, and the Avengers were rumored to be having a halloween party at the base. It was probably going to be a small thing with just the Avengers and their friends, but, knowing the Avengers, it wouldn't fail to be epic. Unfortunately, however, finding a costume for the said halloween party was not proving to be an easy task, and quite a few of the Avengers were ready to throw their terrible costume ideas against the wall. One friend of the Avengers (namely Logan) was just about ready to rip out his hair because, while he didn't mind parties, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to dress up in costume. The others were trying to convince him otherwise. But, skipping to the present, we have the Avengers in one of the spare bedrooms trying to figure out their costumes (and do more of that convincing).

It was Bucky, looking to Peter Quill, who spoke first. “Who are you supposed to be?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Peter Quill was an odd-ball, Bucky had learned since meeting the guy, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that Peter's costume was every bit as odd. But, that's the thing... it wasn't all that odd; it was just plain confusing. Or, well, it was just plain. All the space man was wearing was a white muscle shirt (one that was probably a little too tight, mind you) and a pair of jeans. It looked like a last minute costume. Maybe not even a costume at all. Wait... was that a costume...?

Peter frowned, and he crossed his arms about his chest as he faced the man who was currently dressed as the tin man from the Wizard of Oz. “Ren," he said, voice just shy of a whine. "From Footloose. It’s the best movie ever.”

Bucky gave him a curious stare. The movie sort of rang a bell, but he didn't remember if he ever saw it before. There wasn't a lot of time to watch movies when you were an ex-assassin who'd constantly gotten his mind wiped and was forced into cryo-sleep. Not that Peter would understand something like that, and he didn't feel like explaining. “Footloose, eh?” he said instead, and then his gaze slid over to Steve for a little help on the subject of this mysterious Footloose. "Steve?"

Steve looked up from riffling through a chest of old clothes. “Never seen it," he said with a shrug. He wouldn't admit it aloud, but he was a little disappointed that it was unfamiliar to him. Although he'd been back in the world for quite some time now, he still had a lot of catching up to do, something that he didn't like to be reminded about. It was a constant reminder of all the time he had lost. A whole era just... gone. Steve let the shirt he'd grabbed fall back into the chest, and leaned against the side, sighing. “That’s what happens when you get stuck under the ice for seventy years,” he muttered forlorn. “You tend to miss out on a lot. I’m still trying to catch up on the list that Sam gave me, and I’m only on music. I still haven’t even reached his food recommendations.” He rolled his eyes. “Anyways, what’d you say it was? Footloose?” He began to pull out his small notepad, tucked into his back pant pocket.

“Yeah, Footloose,” Peter said, smile slowly turning to a frown. He was no longer feeling as chipper as he'd been when he'd first put the costume on. He'd honestly thought that it was going to be the best costume of the party. Yep, it probably could have won some award, like the "best costume of the party" award. But no one got him (or great movies, apparently). He looked from Bucky to Steve, and he added, sounding a little hopeful, "It has Kevin Bacon and lots of dancing. Does that ring a bell?”

Steve and Bucky shook their heads. “Sounds familiar," Steve lied just to make Peter feel a bit better. But, all the while, his head still shook. “But sorry, no. I’ll add it to my list.” So Steve opened that little brown notepad and scribbled down the word 'Footloose' under his ever-growing list of things he'd missed and needed to catch up on. He stuck it back into his pocket and began searching again through the chest of clothes, half of which probably wouldn't even fit him.

Meanwhile, Peter looked like he wanted to hit his head against the wall (or rip his costume off in humiliation), and he tried one last look over at Logan and John, John who was leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and Logan who was sitting down in a chair beside him, legs kicked out, looking like he wanted nothing to do with the conversation (or halloween). “Have you two seen it, at least? Tell me at least the two of you have seen it.”

Logan lifted his eyebrows, and he glanced at Peter only with the hope that if he acknowledged the man he would go away quicker. Peter was like a puppy. If Logan didn't give him his attention, he assumed Peter would stand there wagging his tail until he did. Logan didn't need that, so he gave in. “Sorry, bub. Not much time to watch movies when you’re saving the world and trying to hide from people trying to kill you," he grumbled.

“Not even in your childhood?" Peter asked, wide eyed. "What are you, like 40? It must have been in your childhood.”

Logan probably would have choked if he'd been eating anything. Forty? He couldn't tell if Peter was joking or not. But, it was obvious that the other man hadn't brushed up on his mutant history. “A little bit older than that, kid,” Logan said with a humorless laugh. “I could run circles around your timeline, and my childhood wasn’t exactly normal.” His claws slid out, and he flexed them for Peter to see. “As you can tell, I'm not exactly normal.”

Peter swallowed, a grimace upon his face. “Right. Well, John, buddy? What about you?”

John let out a short, bitter laugh, his eyes lifting from the very-interesting carpet. “I’m not your buddy. But, yes, I’ve seen Footloose. Unlike everyone else in this room, I’m not a million years old and I’ve actually lived my life.”

There were a few shocked gasps from the room, and Peter laughed in delight. “See?" he emphasized. "That’s what I’m talking about. This guy has good taste!” He then clapped John on the shoulder, and immediately realized he'd made the wrong move when John glared at him and tensed beneath his hand.

Peter cleared his throat and tore his hand away. “Man, you’ve got one muscular shoulder,” he muttered. “Like... like really muscular..." John was still glaring at him, and Peter's eyes grew wider. "Okay, okay, so enough about your shoulder," he said. "I get it. Don't have to tell me twice. Or at all," he rambled on. John lifted his eyebrows, clearly not impressed. "Anyways..." Peter drawled. "Uh, have you picked a costume yet?”

John didn't look thrilled as he shook his head. “Do I need a costume? Like, on a scale of one to saving the world, how important is this?”

"Pretty important," Bucky shouted from the opposite side of the room.

John let out a groan, and Peter added to Bucky's comment, "Yes, Mr. PlayingItCool, you need a costume." John narrowed his eyes, and Peter, hardly paying attention to John's facial expressions, continued on, "What about Batman? He was my second choice costume, but I decided on Ren."

John let out a laugh that was hardly funny. “Ha, yeah, no. Not going as Batman.”

There was some throwing around of clothes beside him and then Logan mumbled something unintelligible and threw a shirt at John's face. Luckily, John's quick reflexes allowed him to catch it before it hit him, which, unluckily for Logan, was something he'd wanted to see happen. John unfolded the clothes to reveal a sleeveless plaid button up. His eyes slid to Logan like, seriously?, to which Logan just grinned and said, "Lumberjack. And I think there's probably an axe somewhere around here."

“Of course there is,” John muttered. "Avengers base. Why wouldn't there be an axe somewhere?"

Meanwhile, Logan's attention had found its way to Steve, Steve who was looking more and more distraught by the second as he looked at the pile of clothes gathered on the ground by the chest.

“Hey, Uncle Sam, what are you dressing up as?" he asked. "If I’m forced to dress up as the big bad wolf, what about you?"

Steve shook his head, eyebrows knit together. "That's a question I've been asking myself as well," he said, frowning. His creativity seemed to be failing him. Maybe he should just go as a soldier. Or... himself. He let out a sigh. Who knew picking out a costume could be so hard.

“He’s going as the cowardly lion,” Bucky said, grinning as he came up beside his friend. He swung his arm over Steve’s shoulder. “Every tin man needs his cowardly lion. You're my cowardly lion.”

Steve lifted his eyebrows, smile starting to form upon his lips. “I’m not so sure that’s actually true, Buck,” he said. “And I don’t have a lion costume.” He shrugged away from Bucky's arm and looked at his friend. "Maybe I should just go as a soldier or something," he said. "That would be easy."

“That’s so boring,” Bucky said. “You’re already a soldier--“

"--and you're already a tin man," Steve said with a grin.

Bucky let out a groan, and both he and Steve began to look through the clothes once more.

On the other side of the room, John had shrugged on his 'lumberjack' costume, and as he adjusted the shirt in the mirror, he said, “So are we actually going to trick-or-treat come halloween? I'm not sure when the last time I trick-or-treated was. Probably with my brother when I was ten..."

Peter practically bounced on his heels. “Yes! Free candy!” he said, and he picked up an empty candy basket from the ground and swung it in front of the mirror. “You can’t pass up free candy. It’s free!”

“I think you just said 'free' one too many times in that sentence,” Logan huffed. But a smile had begun to creep upon John's face beside him, and he said, "Costume aside, I'm all in for the chocolate and reliving my childhood. Plus, it's free," he added, to which Logan face-palmed and Peter grinned.

(It's okay! Welcome back! I hope your project went well!
Feel free to jump into the rp & I'm sorry my post is so long XD My other posts will be no where near that long omsc. I feel like I just wrote a short story with that post, haha.
I hope I didn't scare Mint away!)

(Peter: did someone say Halloween? *comes running* XD
Rocket is precious, haha.)

Cap, Bucky, Peter, John, and Logan:

All heads turned in the direction of the doorway when Gamora and Rocket entered the room. Although they'd been on earth for some time now, Steve had to admit it was still odd seeing a talking raccoon... oh, and there was also a tree. But, considering all the crazy stuff that Steve had run across since thawing, it shouldn't have been all that surprising. Why not add people from space and talking raccoons? He offered a brief head-nod in the Guardian's direction, and then went back to talking to Bucky about his costume. It looked like Buck still wanted him to be his cowardly lion, which was not going to happen. 

"Come on," Bucky was saying. "You still owe me after Coney Island..."

"I'm the one who owes you? You're the one who--"

Peter was in the middle of trying to explain to Logan why he shouldn't scare all the children with his claws when they were trick-or-treating ("if you want the good candy, you actually have to play nice," he was saying) when he caught sight of Gamora and Rocket at the door. As usual, Gamora took his breath away, and he stopped mid-sentence. Or, rather, he stumbled over his words and almost fell over despite the fact he was standing still.

Logan let out a snicker. "Looks like your lady's here," he said in a grumble.

Right he was.

"Hey, Gamora," Peter said in a deep voice, fixing his costume and trying to look all macho. "I thought I told you to wait out--" He broke out into a smile. "Did you just say-- what I think you just--" His grin grew too large for his face, and he pointed his finger at Gamora, looking out at the other Avengers. "See?" he said. "See? Gamora's not even from Earth, and she knows Kevin Bacon." He began a slow strut over to the door, showing off his costume. It was partially his fault Gamora knew so much about his earth fandoms, but he figured that an accomplishment on his part. His grin didn't fade from his face as he said, "This is why I love her, guys. She gets me." 

And then his eyes briefly landed on the other standing at the door. "Oh, hey Rocket. You're here, too," he acknowledged the raccoon. 

(Take your time (: )

(Sounds good to me! XD
I’ll get up a reply later!)

(Aaah! Not another poof! 😭)

Rocket and Gamora:

"You don't say," Rocket mumbled when Quill finally acknowledged him. When he'd first met the Avengers, they'd all given him odd stares for a while, but now that they were used to him, they sometimes forgot he was there at all. Probably because he wasn't even half the height of most of the people in the room, but still.

At least Gamora still knew he was here. When Eveline asked her if she was going to wear a costume, she started with a hesitant "Well..." and looked down to Rocket at her side.

'Say no,' he mouthed to her. 'No. Don't do it. Don't. No. N. O.'

Instead of saying no, though, Gamora decided to do the exact opposite and say, "Sure."

"Crap," Rocket muttered with a paw to his forehead. With all his friends dressing up for this Halloween party, he would be next.

"I don't know much about... Earth... though, so 'which one' is the real question," Gamora admitted to Eveline. "But I'm open to suggestions." Though she still found the concept of Halloween odd, she had to notice that some of the costumes these people had put together were actually good.

If there was one thing Gamora and Rocket silently agreed upon was Logan's observation. Why were so many people hanging around in here, of all places?

Plus, Gamora almost wondered if she Eveline and had stumbled across some men's gathering or something. Besides Mantis, who was still in the common room, she had no idea where any of the other women were.

(I guess since most of them seem to have their costumes ready, the party itself can start soon?)

Rocket and Gamora:

When Quill called him out, Rocket rolled his eyes, but he didn't throw out a retort in response. He just kept his mouth shut. Because, though he'd never admit it out loud, he'd taken a liking to Quill's old music over the years. A bit too quickly, to be honest. So, he wasn't planning on turning it off now. Doing it just to mess with Quill wasn't worth it.

I guess that means we should head out now, Gamora noted, since basically the entire base except the guest rooms were decorated for the party. But first... costumes. "Any ideas?" she asked Peter, coming further through the doorway to talk to him. "You too, Rocket," she called him, who grumbled something incomprehensible and slowly, grudgingly followed after her. Usually, Gamora would agree with him in not wanting to stoop to this level, but if Peter wanted to, she'd do it for him. Besides, it couldn't be that bad. Even if Peter didn't have any other favorite movie characters of his, he could always just come up with another one of those Halloween monsters some of the others were dressed as. As long as it was pretty simple, she was sure they'd be able to pull something off.

Getting Rocket to wear something would be the bigger challenge. Gamora wasn't too optimistic about their odds there.

(*Bucky looks aroind* “hey, anyone notice where John went?”
John: *has already started trick-or-treating, despite being an objector* xD)

(Okay, now here's the terrible question: now that halloween is over do we go back to the normal rp or should we just continue to side rp halloween?)

(Yeah, we can do that XD And Ik that’s the part i wanted to rp XD)