Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(A starter would be awesome! My muse for Marvel related stuff really skyrocketed.

I think the latter is humor and I love it. Make some bump badly into things. XD Or maybe Tony left it on, went to go check on something, and someone just walks in and bumps it at the absolute worst time.)

(Hopefully this is alright XD)

Steve & Bucky:

"Buck?" Steve held plate in each hand and narrowed his eyes as he walked down the corridors looking for his friend. He'd just thrown together a couple of sandwiches, and he could have sworn that Bucky had been right with him in the kitchen. But when he'd finished placing the last of the bread, his friend had disappeared. Curious, he continued on, peeking into the different (mostly empty and dark) rooms he passed. "Bucky? Where'd you go? We're not kids anymore; I'm not playing hide-and-seek."

His heart began to beat rapidly, a small sign of the anxiety that was coursing throughout his body. He wasn't Bucky's keeper, and he knew his friend could take care of himself (Bucky would certainly hate to be told else wise), but Steve had lost Bucky more times than he was comfortable with, and even just the mere thought of losing him again brought fear into his chest. His best friend. His brother. His last connection to his life in the 1900s. There was no way Steve was letting Bucky leave again, no way he was going to go through that again-- and, yet, now he was gone.

"Steve, you're right: we're not kids. You don't need to look after me." A low voice came around the corner, shortly followed by the dark-laden figure of Bucky Barnes. He held his gloved finger to his lips and flashed his eyes silently down the hall. As Steve followed Bucky's eyes down the empty hall, Bucky pulled him into the dark doorway that he'd been hiding in. "Besides, if I remember correctly, if was always me that did the looking out." Bucky chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked quietly, his eyes moving between his friend and the hall. Bucky looked like an assassin, his eyes focused and his stature still. Not to mention the fact that he'd changed from street clothes and into his uniform. "Why do I get the impression you're doing something questionable? I thought we were going to get some lunch."

Through the mask he'd fixated on his face, Bucky grinned. "Probably something questionable," he told his friend. "So put the sandwiches down. We'll be eating those later. Right now, you're going to help me."

"Help you?" Steve lifted his eyebrows, unimpressed. Ever since they were kids, Bucky was always dragging him into stuff. Not so much anymore, but this reminded him of the good 'ol times. Just the two of them, playing some sort of game. It filled him with a sudden nostalgic thrill. Curious, he set the plates silently down on a table just inside the doorway. "What are you up to, Buck? Does this questionable something have anything to do with why you're dressed like that?"

Bucky glanced down at his attire. He didn't find anything wrong with a proper uniform, especially on the job. And, right now, he had a job. Shrugging he said, "I'm pretty sure we have a thief on the base." He knew exactly who the thief was. It was just a matter of catching him off guard. Straight-faced, he said, "Peter stole our bag of chips off the counter. I'm just trying to get 'em back."

"Can't you just ask for them back?" Steve asked, head tilted.

"What would be the fun in that?" Bucky clapped Steve over the shoulder and rolled his eyes. "Come on, Captain America. I saw him go into the lab. Let's go catch us a bad guy."

Yup, just like the good 'ol times. Captain America and Bucky.


(^^" you can bring your characters in anywhere. I'm thinking maybe we can have a little 'monkey in the middle' or something with the chips and that's how the time machine is hit? XDD)

Rocket:

In all honesty, Rocket didn't know why the Guardians were still hanging out on Earth with the Avengers. They were a gang of space pirates/rescuers. Only one of them was actually human. Earth was the last place they needed to be. Though he'd learned over the past five years of chaos that the Avengers were valuable allies, he'd also learned that this place could get old fast. He and Nebula hadn't stuck around here for long periods of time then, but for some reason, they were now.

Regardless, Rocket hadn't been cybernetically engineered to be stupid. The reason they might leave in a hurry was probably the same reason they were staying. Quill. Or, more specifically, Gamora. This whole time travel/Infinity Stones situation was a mess. And ever since he'd gotten back, Quill hadn't stopped obsessing about how to save her too. Rocket didn't know how exactly to break it to him. Rocket had been around throughout the entire blip apocalypse, and Quill hadn't. Rocket knew that there were some things you couldn't fix with time machines and magic gloves with glowy rocks, and Quill didn't. Quill certainly wouldn't listen to anything he had to say, stubborn moron. Rocket just wished Quill would stop acting like he was the only one who cared about Gamora when she was their family too.

Whatever. Rant over. Point was, if anyone seemed to have a promising chance at saving her, it was the Avengers and their fancy gadgets. Most of which had gotten blown up by Thanos, but, luckily enough, not the time machine. Good for preventing nasty alternate timelines, bad for tempting Quill into staying behind.

Of course, Rocket could give Quill the benefit of the doubt and say he simply didn't want to leave his new buddies, but what else explained his disappearances into the labs?

Today, at least, his excuse was apparently a bag of chips. Typical.

Rocket had trailed after Quill in order to keep him from doing something stupid (not that he could actually work that time machine, he wasn't genius enough for that) and though stealing chips from Cap and Bucky wasn't quite as stupid as tampering with the space-time continuum, it came close. He would never forget those disastrous holiday parties...

So when Rocket reached the doors to the labs and found that Cap and Bucky were already onto Quill, he wasn't surprised. Instead, he simply muttered, "If you guys start another incident like Halloween and Stark kills you, I'm keeping the arm."

I'll just reply with Percival for now.))

Percival

"Think it's a bit late for that," said Percival. He drifted in. Drifted may have just been a description for how he moved, but considering how light his tone was, it could have just been a complete description of him.
"Don't suppose you're in here for a logical reason?" he asked. He let an eyebrow arch very slowly, as if the speed of it might just illustrate all his feeling on the matter.
"You honestly think it's a good idea to be in or around this room in general? One would think a high concentration of ..." he sniffed "...temptation ... would be enough to set things off."
He glanced at Rocket then and his arched eyebrow lowered back to its regular placement again. "You thinking of anything or were you just here?"
It wasn't a rude comment as much as it was a statement of curiosity. As much as curiosity ever seemed to feature in Percival's tone of voice.
"I could call in more people," he added, now sounding a bit scathing as he directed this at Quill.

Rocket:

Keep the doors closed? Of course Rocket didn't listen. Steve and Bucky were very obviously standing just outside; he could see them through the glass and hear their "whispering"/shouting. And Quill was currently distracted by Percival showing up to scold him as well—how had he even suddenly appeared in the lab? Rocket had no clue—so there was nothing stopping Rocket from cracking the lab door open and sticking his head out to look up at the two standing outside.

"Of course he's in the lab," Rocket inserted himself into their conversation. It honestly hadn't been that hard to pick up. "Wouldn't be the first time either. This time, though, I'm pretty sure he's just hiding from you two."

Rocket rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh as he scanned them more closely. Hovering by the door, looking like bandits ready to strike, an air of secrecy he could practically smell. Idiots. "Do me a favor, will you? Try not to blow anything up in there. Some of that stuff is mine." Knowing their reputation with Quill, that was unlikely. "Better yet, just forget the chips."

Rocket knew it still wasn't very likely they would listen, and why should they? Who was he to be the one trying to diffuse the situation? He used to be eager to cause trouble right along with them or at least just sit back and watch the chaos unfold. But then Thanos happened. And he spent five years thinking he'd lost everyone he had when the last thing he'd done was leave them to face Thanos while he ran off with a pirate-angel and called them morons. Besides Nebula, he was the only Guardian who'd had to deal with that. Maybe he'd deserved it. A reminder not to take what he had for granted. But whatever. Between that and Yondu, he'd somehow shifted from "trigger-happy troublemaker" to "overprotective team dad." To Groot, at least. And apparently Quill when he acted like he was also a child.

All this somehow led to Rocket saying, "I know it sounds crazy coming from me, but he's better off staying out of trouble," instead of encouraging them to get their chip-fueled revenge. "He's my..." Rocket trailed off, not sure exactly what word to use. Teammate? Friend? Family? Annoying brother figure? Definitely not captain, that was for sure. In the end, he decided on, "...unfortunate responsibility. Yeah. I'm responsible for making sure he doesn't blow himself up."

(This is the Rocket I want to see in GotG3, ngl. "Overprotective team dad")

(Of course you can join, Shadowflame! (:
You can use an OC or claim a canon character. We’ve got a lot of the canons claimed already, so if you’re wondering which ones are taken, just ask (:


^^’ I will reply hopefully tomorrow!)

(Kay, Captain Americat ! Here's my oc:



Look: He is within a clunky grey metal suit, similar to Iron Man, with many features like wrist blasters and rockets (The latter is flight rockets), but also with scanning for all light waves except for x-ray. The suit can expand to be less dense up to about 8 ft. tall, but is generally 6'5". Underneath the suit, he has half a head of straight auburn hair, but the other half is taken up by mechanical parts. He also has a cyborg arm and leg. He bears the symbol of AIM on his armor.

Backstory: His family had been moderately successful. That was, until he was 11 and his family was robbed in their house. Not only had all of their cash and credit cards been stolen, but, before they could even deactivate the credit card the robber immediately spent more money than they had left in the bank on a house. The debt went to his family, and sent them into extreme poverty. Every penny they made went to paying off that debt. Then, 7 years later, when he was 18, he made the decision to sell himself to a government cyborg limb test much like the super soldier test that created Captain America, except in the far future of WW2, to bring his family out of poverty. The test didn't quite succeed. The limbs were integrated on and working, but he was soon going to die. That's when he was stumbled upon by someone working for AIM. He brought him to AIM HQ, were he was fitted with very powerful armor that is also keeping him alive. The money from selling himself to the test was sent straight to his family, who are moderately successful again. Now, he slaughters all criminals except for AIM, whom he owes his life, and so works for them, bearing the name Automaton. It has been 20 years since Automaton was tested on, and 27 since his family was robbed.

Powers: Many, many powers, but all are only for his robotic parts and suit. These include: Super strength, wrist blasters, being able to see all frequencies except for x-ray, and flight.

(Cool character, Shadow! You can jump in anywhere (:
Have you ever seen Agents of Shield?)

(Team dad, omsc XD Yes, Rocket XD He can take care of Thor and Peter (along with teenage Groot), haha. I can just see it now XD)

Peter Quill:

Peter rolled his eyes, laughing a small, humorless laugh. "Obviously you don't know me very well," he said to Percival. "While I don't think that I am, as you put it so delicately, 'foolish', I'm sure my team would disagree. Or at least, one of them would disagree," he added with a sideways glance towards Rocket. The raccoon would be the first to throw him to the wolves, he was sure of it. Rocket hated his guts. But, then, what did Rocket know? He was just a raccoon. 

Speaking of the raccoon... Peter's sideways glance turned more into a stare when he saw that Rocket was getting suspiciously close to the doors of the lab. He focused his attention completely on the animal, swallowing nervously. Apparently Rocket was talking. Right. What did Rocket have to say now? Peter crossed his arms, eyes lifted defiantly. And then he noticed the crack in the doors. 

"Roc--Rocket---Pssttttt." Peter gripped his bag of chips a little too tightly. While the bag had yet to pop, it was probably now more of a bag of crumbs than a bag of chips. He slid off his lab chair and sent a glance at Percival before taking a few steps forward. "Rocket-- don't you dare--" he whispered loudly.

Too late. 

Bucky and Steve were on the other side of that door. And while Peter didn't think Steve would try anything, Bucky, on the other hand, was a trained assassin. Great. Why'd he have to steal the bag of chips from a trained assassin?

Steve & Bucky:

Bucky was just about to push open the door when the small head of a raccoon popped through instead. Bucky took a step back not because he was surprised to see the raccoon, but rather because he still wasn't used to seeing a talking raccoon. He nodded his head in a greeting to the animal and offered a small, short wave. "He's right to be hiding," Bucky grumbled. "Not that he's doing a good job at it, considering we all know where he is." In fact, as he spoke, his eyes slid around Rocket and into the lab. He saw Peter standing with his hands on the bag of chips, talking with Percival. Was Percival involved in this, too? 

He glanced back down at Rocket, eyes narrowed. "Why's he in the lab, anyways? It's not really a place for games." Not that he was much of a rule follower anyways -- that was Steve's job. And those were Steve's words, anyways. But-- "If he wanted to stay out of trouble, he shouldn't have stolen my chips."

"Buck, just let it go. They're just chips," Steve said. Much as he hated to admit it: "Rocket's right. Peter's methods aren't always the... safest. You go in there and try to take those chips, you'll probably end up knocking something over."

"The last of the chips," Bucky reminded his friend. "And, pal, I just want my chips."

"Buck--"

"I won't do anything stupid," Bucky told Steve, grinning, as he placed a reassuring hand on Steve's shoulder (hardly reassuring, Steve thought inwardly). "But I can't many any promises about Starlord over there." His eyes flicked towards the man from space, and then he pushed the doors open and strode past Rocket, his boots clinking menacingly on the tiled floor, as he walked towards Quill.   



 

Automaton
Open

He flew upward. He felt very lonely, as always, and, as always, felt embarrassed to be seen in public looking like a tin can. At least the world-famous Iron Man wasn't just grey. He wished that there was a sort of cloaking device installed, so he wouldn't look like a walking tin can! He scanned the ground for any criminals and spotted someone who was holding up two random citizens. He decided on what to do. He flew down. He picked up the criminal and, without any hesitation or mercy, he slammed them onto the sidewalk with enough force to kill them. It worked. He thought about how he hadn't seen any heroes, or villains, since the Civil War as the civilians ran away in fear. He had no idea where they might be. He wondered if he might run into some soon...

(Okay!)

John Proudstar aka Thunderbird:

John slowed his steps until he was standing before the man (the very large man, mind you), but he kept his distance, arms crossed and eyes narrowed suspiciously. His eyes followed the aim of the other man's blaster, and he stared at it calmly before looking back to the man, same suspicious look back on his face. "You weren't planning on killing that man, were you?" John asked, lifting one eyebrow. "Or is he already dead?"

He glanced down at the thief distastefully. So, now he knew that the half-metal man before him was 'good', but that didn't mean he'd made the right choice, especially considering the man was now pointing a blaster at him. "Do you always point blasters at innocents?" he asked. "I mean, you don't plan on killing me, too, do you?" Now he was laughing. Albeit, he didn't find the situation entirely funny. "Because, you know, you could shoot me, too, if you want, if that will make you feel better."

But it wouldn't hurt him. Or well, it might hurt him. But it wouldn't really injure him.

"It's not our place to decide who deserves to live... or die, is it?" John continued. "But, by all means. Do what you came here to do. Kill that man and you'll find out exactly who I am." 

(By the way, Thunderbird is a Marvel character not an OC, if you're curious to learn more about him if you don't already know. He's a really cool character )

Thunderbird:

"Harboring a--" John let out another one of those humorless laughs. "I'm not harboring a criminal. Trust me. I don't harbor criminals." He'd harbored refugees in the past, as well as mutants on the run or mutants in hiding. But never criminals. He rolled his eyes. "I just don't particularly think you've made the right choice. But, then, maybe I don't really know what's right or wrong anymore, and maybe it's not my place to say." And he didn't want to hear about God or beliefs, either. Shaking his head, he said, "I'm not innocent in all ways of my life. I've done my fair share of bad and I've got my demons, but I've dedicated my life to making amends, protecting those I love and protecting innocent lives." He saw the faceless ghosts of all the lives he'd taken flash behind his eyes. Do you really want another man's death on your conscience? he asked silently, but he didn't say it aloud. Somehow, he didn't know if the man before him would care. And then he heard the name AIM. While he didn't particularly know much about them, he knew they were an enemy to the Avengers, and that was enough to wave a red flag. More cautious, he said, "My name is John. And you can put your blaster down. I'm not going to try anything. Trust me. I don't want a fight." And you shouldn't, either. You have no idea what I'm capable of.

Thunderbird:

John shrugged his shoulders, trying once more to regain a neutral expression. "I don't work with the Avengers, per say. I'm just... staying with the Avengers," he decided, unsure how to word the odd situation. He wasn't an Avenger, but the Avengers and their friends had taken him in after he'd lost his brother. For a while now, he'd been staying with them. There was never any talk about his leaving, but he always felt like an elephant in the room (regardless if it was true). It was only a matter of time for the Avengers to say that he wasn't welcome and he'd be back in the mutant underground. But where the mutant underground had gone after all that had happened, John had no idea. And that was another reason he was with the Avengers. Not just because of his brother. But also because the underground was gone, dissolved. Or, at least, that's what they wanted everyone to think.

"But, uh, good luck with that," he continued. "It'd be pretty hard to bring back my corpse." John wasn't entirely invincible, but he was pretty darn close. His body could take blow after blow, and he'd still be standing. Perhaps that's why he was sometimes so reckless. He was used to running into the line of fire and surviving. So this man here could try all he wanted to kill him, but Thunderbird, while capable of death and hurt, would be hard to take down. "So... now, who are you, metal man? And how'd you get yourself working for the wrong side?"