Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

Cap:

Steve listened to Coulson's explanation, his head spinning slightly. All the while they'd been on the run and fighting the bad guys (or being the bad guys), S.H.I.E.L.D had still existed - the real S.H.I.E.L.D, or what was left of it - and it was being run by someone they all thought had died. It was a lot to take in, and he felt a sensation similar to the time he had been stuck in the ice seventy years and ended up in present-day New York.

"Well, I'm glad you're alive, Coulson, and still with good humor. It's nice to see a familiar face, but I must admit I was not expecting this. None of us were." He glanced over at the others, his brows furrowed, and then back at Coulson. "I'm also glad that you're the one Maria sent us to see. When she said we were meeting someone we could trust, I was hesitant. But you're one of the few people in the world I know I can trust - even if you did keep all this a secret."

He then listened to the others explain their situation and asked, "So, you think you could help?"

Bucky:

Bucky stuck his hands in his pockets. He had a hard time trusting anyone - including himself - after what he'd gone through, all the messing with his mind and such, but he knew these people must have been the good guys. Still, he hoped they were as good as told - not just in personality, but in being able to help. Alyona was like a little sister to him, and he still felt like he was responsible in some way that she was gone.

Logan:

At the mention of his name, Logan gave a slight wave.

Logan is cute oml
And Nakznd i will fite yo

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Natasha listened to them, cracking a smile at Coulson’s jab to grey before she looked at Steve. A little elbow nudge, her gaze finally settled on the Pilot. “A very headstrong pilot, with a warning to gag,” she mused, glancing over at the large Mutant known as Logan. “I dont think we would, except that tough guy.”

Clint gave an indifferent shrug, his attention now turning to his weapons. His head turned, looking as Natasha grabbed the bag she had in her hands and gave a sigh. “Im sure we’ll be back,” she mumbled to herself, tossing it to the side and looking at where it landed so nicely in a corner.

“How are you gonna know Alyona can detect you?” He suddenly questioned.

“Alyona is a tough kid. You’ll see when we get there,” Natasha answered. Standing upright, her head tilted to Grey.

“After you.”







Alyona shifted slightly. Faint- every energy and vibe she picked up was faint. Several were familiar, but they were too far to even identify. Legs shifting, she sat up from her spot and looked at her brother with a sad look. This would be one big misunderstanding wouldnt it?

Logan:

Logan cast a glare at Natasha, but he knew he wasn't being subtle in the least. It was clear that he was the only uncomfortable one when it came to flying. "Hate to admit it, but the redhead's right," he said, his eyes moving towards Grey. "If anyone's gonna yack on the way in, it'll be me. Big tough mutant ain't so big and tough after all." He rolled his eyes.

Cap:

"Grand theft aviation?" Steve lifted his eyes, interest shining. "Not to fond of stealing, but I have done a lot of 'borrowing' back in the day, if you know what I mean." He winked and then dropped his bag off his shoulder and motioned towards the others. "I'm in. What about you, Buck? Nat? Clint? Logan?"

Bucky:

Bucky shot Steve a glance that said he was crazy for having to ask. "You gone soft in your old age, Steve? Usually I'd be the one to ask you if you were up to it. Of course I'm in." He shrugged his backpack off his back and held it in one hand. "Director, where are the bunks?" He cast a look over his shoulder. "Those them over there?"

Logan:

"Jumping out of a plane?" He let out a laugh. "Why not?" As if my legs aren't shaking as it is.

“We dont have no time to go back,” Natasha intervened, her gaze shifting to the area. “At this point, we jump.” Her gaze shifted to Clint, who turned to put on his mask and parachute. The man was all ready- simply waiting for what they needed to do. Jumping was easy, especially for Natasha. Now for the others? He couldn’t speak for them. His eyes lifted, looking as Nat sent Logan a little look that said he’d regret his little glare later.

Natasha pulled her hair up into a small, thick ponytail, small curls falling from her temples and brown gaze settle on the floor. Or, what looked to be the floor. She was doing something with her wrist, fiddling with a screen and giving a little snort. “Bon-hwa figured out we’re getting to the area. We have to act fast or his drones are going to take us out.”

Bucky:

"On second thought, I'll take my bag with me then," he muttered, looking around at the others. He didn't want to let it out of his sight, plus he'd been so used to traveling around with the thing it would probably seem empty without it. He pulled the straps back over his shoulders and clicked the strap in the front.

Cap:

"Great. I thought we were being quiet. Can't we get a break?" Steve shook his head, staring at the ground. He didn't like that Bon-hwa already knew they were coming. He let out a breath and put his hands on his hips. His gaze moved until it rested on Grey. "Well, for our sake and theirs, let's hope they don't get shot out of the sky," he said.

He grabbed a few parachutes and handed one to Bucky and the other to Logan, who was muttering to himself about needing a drink or two after all this was over. He then grabbed an icer and tucked it in his belt. Beside him Bucky was stocking up on a fair amount of weapons as well.

Upon staring at him with his eyebrows raised, Bucky shrugged. "You never know what we're going to need," he said. "Besides, I know you don't like weapons, preferring to work with your hands, but weapons are where I excel."

"Can't argue with that," Steve said. He then began to put on his parachute. "I've jumped out of planes without any parachutes," he said. "Not so much with. This'll be fun."

Logan:

"Northernmost quinjet. Right." Logan quickly strapped the parachute on and watched the others. At the mention of this being fun, Logan let out a laugh. "Fun? Maybe an adventure. I'm not so sure where the 'fun' comes in." He once more rolled his eyes. "In all my life, flying just isn't something I can get used to, no matter how many times I've done it. My feet prefer to stay on the ground."

Cap:

"That's where we'll come in, I'm sure," Steve said, grinning slightly. As much as taking a break from stunts and fighting was great, he could already feel the adrenaline coursing throughout his veins with the excitement that came from getting back into the field. He put on his oxygen mask and did a thumbs up to the others. When the green light flashed, he found himself smiling. Just like old times. He took one step and then jumped off the ramp and into the air, wind screaming in his ears.

Bucky:

"Well, better get moving bugs," he muttered to himself, thinking back to the day he 'died'. It was bitter-sweet. The last day he'd spent with Steve and the howling commandos. The day they'd taken Zola hostage. It had been a turning point in their war for sure, but it had also been a turning point in his life, the day he'd changed forever. With a quick shake of his head to rid the thoughts, he pulled on his mask and jumped out of the plane.

Logan:

He pulled on his mask and without allowing himself to think about what he was doing, he jumped. In a way, though, jumping was better. He just didn't like being stuck in a plane. At least this was freedom.

Cap:

It seemed like only a few seconds and the thrill was over. He pulled up and then let his feet touch the ground before rocking slightly and coming to a slow. He unstrapped the parachute and let it fall to the ground, pulling it behind him as he rolled it up and crouched towards the jet where the others were. He watched Daisy typing away at her computer and had to awe at how well she was with technology. If you needed help with some old WW2 technology, he was your guy, but when it came to 21st century technology, he still could barely figure out how to use his phone.

He dropped down beside her and nodded towards her typing. "How long's it going to take until we're back up in the air?" he asked the S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

Bucky & Logan:

Bucky dropped down next to Steve, and Logan came down a second later, blowing a puff of breath out of his mouth as he landed. They both unstrapped their parachutes and rolled them up as they walked towards the jet. Bucky noticed how quiet it was and hoped that any noises they made wouldn't alert anyone that they were there. He could just imagine the amount of security cameras that were watching them like spies and kept his hand trained on an icer strapped to his belt just in case he needed a quick shot. As Steve talked quietly to Daisy, he turned around and let his eyes scan the clearing, his ears listening for any bit of noise that wasn't of his crew's creation.

"Yes." Rei sighed out, "I know I can, Borya." they admitted to him while they closed their eyes for a moment or two, trying to at least savor his voice. They were almost tempted to at least fall asleep for a little bit, just to savor... Ah... They bit their lip softly while leaning into his touch, not wanting to admit how much they constantly craved that. "Seals..." they giggled weakly, "Ah, goofy little seals that will surely drive us crazy." they mumbled while stroking his face slowly.

Borya smiled to them, nosing their hand as best as he could. Though, the doors opened and the robotic sentries whirred to life. They left the couple alone, instead grabbing Alyona as Borya was too weak to move. She qrithed, flailing her legs as her wrists were bound up and she was dragged out into the hallway. Settled down, she glared at Bonhwa as a little camera flickered to life.

Through this whole thing, Natasha and Clint followed as quietly and closely as possible. The only movement or noise they made was went a small drone dropped a sort of screen that flickered to life. “Yo guys-“ Clint voiced out as the drone flew away without any more regards to them.

Tucked below the quinjet and looking to make sure that Daisy had it covered, Natasha heard Bon-hwa’s little amused chuckle.

“I got your package right here- too bad Borya couldn’t fight like she did,” the Korean laughed.

Natasha glared at the screen. “What is it that you want? Whats your point in showing us her?”

“Is it not to make sure your plans aren’t a failure? Your attempts at saving someone a flop? Y’see-“ He gave a weird noise, Alyona headbutting him and knocking him to the side. She looked upset, broke and hurt. A black eye was visible, and she had to use her shoulder to support herself.

“Where are you?” Natasha asked seriously.

“Its.. the white house.. i think...” Alyona muttered in answer, sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor in exhaustion.

Clint was riled up. “Nat, Bon-hwa is mine.”

Cap:

Steve's attention was quickly snapped to the sound of a bullet, and then a moment later he heard the sirens going off. He glanced over at Bucky, who was still holding the icer at his side, and then he looked over at Grey. He was going to say that his friend knew what he was doing, but then he saw the drone and he froze, his eye focused on that instead. "We have a heading," he said after a moment, blinking at Alyona's condition. "Now we know for sure the White House is where we're going."

He then braced himself as soldiers entered the area. He didn't have his shield, but he had a few icers if he needed them. Otherwise, it was hand to hand combat. He stood by Bucky's side as the sirens roared and the quinjet's engines warmed up.

Bucky:

"I can handle it," Bucky grunted, glancing from Grey to the guardhouse. He hated that his little stunt made him seem like a fool. He knew he had acted too quickly, but he knew what he was doing. He had his icers and he had his knives. Maybe the point was to get in and get out quietly, but the guy had already noticed them and they were going to be lifting off soon anyways. But, then, perhaps Alyona was on his mind. He couldn't just sit there and do nothing. There was no time for a plan or thinking. When the next round of men came, he knew he could handle them with a flick of his fingers. Besides, working under pressure was something he was used to. He listened to the shots being fired and then silence when Grey disappeared into the quinjet. "We got this out here," he told Daisy. "Just let us know when you're ready." And then beside him, Steve said, "Just like old times."

Logan:

"Great. Look what trigger fingers over there got us into," he muttered with a roll of his eyes. He watched the men pool from near the guardhouse and stood beside the others, ready to fight if need be. Although, for once he was actually waiting to get back in the air. The quicker they were off, the quicker they could get to Alyona and the others. And she didn't look too good. As he braced himself for the fight, his heart began to race at the thought of his old friend being tortured.

“Do I look like I can psychically control how long it takes for an engine to spool up? I’m going as fast as I can. Just try not to kill anybody in the next few seconds before we get going.” The scream of the engines grew louder, and as they reached the normal idle RPM, Grey shunted power to the rotors, which began to spin within their aerodynamic shroud, and pushed the throttles to the stops, trying to get as much power as possible available to divert to the rotors. After a few seconds, he called out over the comms, “All right, everybody, time to go.” He grabbed the rifle off the copilot’s seat and put it in the locker behind his seat.
Daisy pulled the trigger of her ICER several more times, before the slide locked back on an empty chamber. She ran for the ramp and sat back against the inside wall of the Quinjet. She thumbed the release, and the the clip dropped out. She slammed a new clip in and racked the slide back, then rummaged through the weapons locker. She pulled out an MP5, thumbed off the safety, chambered a round, and laid down some suppressing fire, careful to aim over the heads of the soldiers. After all, they were just doing their jobs, and in almost any other circumstances, she would have tried to stop anybody in her position.

Grey clicked the button for the intercom. “Good evening, folks. This is your captain speaking. The weather is a balmy 55 degrees. Please be seated, and if at any point on this flight to Washington, D.C., the blood rushes from your head and you feel like you’re going pass out, just tense all your muscles, and the feeling should abate. If you feel nauseous, do try not to vomit on your fellow passengers, as we will not be providing airsickness bags. That concludes our pre-flight briefing. We should be lifting off in a few moments. Thank you for flying the friendly skies with Air Grey.” That being said, he tapped one of the Quinjets many screens, then scrolled down. “Nice,” he said to himself, as he made a selection. Van Halen’s “Panama” began to blare our over the sound system as he waited for the remaining two members of the team to board. They were former S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives, and probably had a great deal of experience flying in a Quinjet.

(kind of have to wait for tals now)

As the pair reached the ramp, Grey flipped a switch, and it began to raise instantly. As her firing field shrank, Daisy popped out the magazine and fired the round in the chamber, then set the gun back in the locker and ran forwards, strapping in to the copilot’s seat. The moment the ramp shut, Grey flipped a switch, and the panels covering the lift fans retracted into the wings. The Quinjet shot skywards, and as it climbed, he gradually shifted the power back to the engines. He raised the landing gear and activated cloaking as the jet went vertical, still accelerating. As it passed Mach 1, he began to pull back on the stick more, and went past vertical. He moved the stick to the right, and the craft flipped upright, still climbing at a 45 degree angle, on an intercept course for the Zephyr.
“Daisy, take the stick for a moment.” he said.
“My airplane.”
“Your airplane.”
Grey slid up the visor, unbuckled the oxygen mask, and pulled off his helmet. He stowed both in the locker behind him, then pulled a pair of silver mirrored aviators out of a pocket and put them on, then put on a headset, then put his hand back on the stick.
“My airplane.”
“Your airplane.”
A few minutes later, the hulking form of the Zephyr became visible. The Quinjet pulled up underneath, and with a flick of a switch, the refueling probe extended, to catch the drogue flying from the Zephyr. They connected, and Jet-A began flowing into the tanks of the Quinjet.

Logan:

Logan felt like the pilot's words were directed towards him, but he just rolled his eyes and let out a deep breath. His knuckles were already turning white from holding onto the straps of the seat and they hadn't even taken off yet.

Bucky:

Bucky stared across the quinjet at the screen that Natasha was holding and tried to make out the words that the girl on the other side was speaking. When the noise finally died, a hum compared to the quinjet's engines, his eyes lifted up towards Natasha, but he kept them slightly downcast. "How's she holding up?" He didn't want to ask, but he had to. This is all your fault, he chastised himself. She's there because of you, being tortured because of you...

Cap:

Steve cast Natasha a worried look. "We'll be there soon," he said, trying to convince himself as much as the others. He was supposed to be the strong one, the one to hold the team together. But it was his old enemy - the red skull - and he felt like this was his fight, a fight that he'd dragged his friends into. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt because of a man who should have died a long time ago. His hands tapped anxiously on his seat as the quinjet took off, and he stared towards the windows beyond the pilots. Red Skull, your time is up - and by my hands.