Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

“Okay, first I’d like to clarify that there is no way that we’re getting in undetected. They’ll have the most advanced detection equipment known to man around the D.C. area. I figure I’ll drop you off either on the roof or the grounds, although literally flying in through the front door is also an option. Now, my plan for getting back out is relatively simple, but it hinges on getting the Skull. There are two presidential limousines; we can fit the entire group in between the two. We bring Schmidt with us, and they can’t stop us, because as far as they’re concerned, we have the President, and they won’t know which car he’s in. We drive the limos into the Potomac, then bust out and make our way downstream. I can have May waiting with a Quinjet at the mouth of the river, and given the oxygen masks on this bird, we should have enough to make it work. Obviously, it’s not a perfect plan, and if anybody has another idea, I think we should all hear it.” What he didn’t mention was that he and Daisy would have to find some other way of getting out. They were two masks short if they got all the prisoners, and given the fact that both of them could fly (or at least push off really far), it was logical for them to find another way of getting back.

Grey considered asking what she meant about the drones, and who Bon-hwa was, then decided there were more important things at the moment. “Well, perfect it is not, but as long as they don’t realize what we’re doing too soon, it should work out just fine,” he said, “although it’ll be a little while longer before we get there, so I’m all for suggestions in the meantime.” He turned to Steve. “Captain Rogers? You’re a good tactician; you have any better ideas? This’ll probably work, but might not be the best way if we have injured people.”

Daisy had overheard the conversation from the cockpit and flipped open an encrypted sat phone. “Zephyr, this is Quake. We’re going to need the Cavalry at the mouth of the Potomac for an underwater extraction.”

“Got it.” Coulson tapped his thumb on the side of his index finger to end the call, then lowered his hand from his face and turned to May. “You need to take the Quinjet to D.C. You’re going to meet them underwater, at the mouth of the Potomac.”
“Got it.” May turned and walked up the stairs, into the waiting jet. A couple minutes later, it detached, heading for the nation’s capitol.

Coulson pulled his burner out and dialed Maria Hill’s number.
“Hill. What is it?”
“I need to know how far out a shielded aircraft can be detected from Washington.”
“Gimme a sec...”
The sound of typing came over the connection, then a click. “Looks like about 20 miles, unless you stay near a boat, in which case it will mask the signature until you’re five miles out.”
“Thanks.” Coulson clicked the phone shut, then relayed the information to both of the jets.

(Okay)
(After today, are you poofing until Christmas break?)

(I couldn't think of a better plan so Cap doesn't seem like much of a tactician right now xD
Andddd~ I'm not sure. I think it all depends on how busy these next weeks are for me. I'll try not to disappear completely xD)

“I’ll try for the roof, but no promises. They’ll know we’re coming relatively far out, and they’ll probably have time to get agents on the surrounding buildings. If that’s the case, you won’t be able to make it inside unscathed, but that’s a decision I’ll have to make once we’re there and I can see what kind of presence they have.”
At that moment, Daisy called back from the cockpit. “Coulson says Hill told him we’ll show up twenty miles out, or we can tag along with a freighter and make it to five.”
“Okay. Not looking great for the roof plan, then. We’d have to unshield to open the bay doors, anyways. However we get in, it’s not going to be that subtle. We’re taking the White House by storm; it’s going to get noticed no matter what. May will probably use a freighter to mask her presence, since she’s going to drop off early, but that would leave us with no maneuvering speed. We’d be sitting ducks for a fighter patrol, or even a Stinger missile. Sorry, Captain, but aviation is my domain, and I’m not letting you guys get killed deplaning.” At that point, he turned to the bickering assassins. “Well, we are going to have to swim a ways, but you don’t have to worry about staying afloat; as a matter of fact, you should try to stay submerged until you get to the jet. The water is so we aren’t detected.”

“Well, if you’re trying to be selfless, be logical as well: If anybody gets wounded, that’s another person that we have to drag out that will slow us down.” He then addressed Logan. “That’s all good and well, but there’s no way to guarantee that they’ll only be shooting at you, no matter what you do to facilitate that.” He paused. “I... don’t actually know who you are, or what you can do.”

(Hey! I'm not sure when I'll get to reply. But sorry for leaving y'all!)

(It is my Christmas break now (: I'll respond soon. I'm just kind of trying to get my head back into place and settle back into things.)

//inhales//

I have begun Christmas break as well and I AM HAPPY alucky might happen oml
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Alyona could hear the bantering in the background, her minty gaze shooting over and Natasha turning the screen so she could see Bucky. Her gaze immediately softened, and she nodded slowly. "Yes Bucky," her voice was rather soft, and she felt her shoulders slump ever so slightly. It was silence for a second, before she added quietly, "You better come in and leave with me in one piece." It was a firm, but yet shaky, demand that had her unusually light orbs flickering over the screen. 

Natasha watched for a second, hearing Clint give a manly squeal of fear after hearing Steve's remark. The archer obviously was just being a punching bag for the time being- but who could actually blame him? Anyways, the redhead found herself looking at her own tech to make sure the rate of speed was on track, before she looked at Logan and then to Alyona.

"What's Borya's condition?" the elder female questioned as Clint mumbled out to the pilot about something.

Alyona looked upset then, her figure shifting uncomfortably and looking away in the direction he had been in. Pushing herself up with the wall, she leaned against it as she walked. "Natasha," she inhaled softly, the red head quirking a brow slightly in respond. "Oh Nat... Думаю, что он мертв," her voice cracked, swallowing the bile that threatened to come up and she paused the motions of her walking. The hallways had been empty due to Bon-hwa orders. They had been weak- hadn't they? 

Natasha was quiet, frowning then. "Just stay put with him okay? Steve is gonna carry him for you and we'll talk about the arrangements later... Okay? Just do what Buck says- stay strong. We're almost there."



Clint was quiet for Natasha's words, though by the tone of the two he could tell what was going on. His gaze shifted to Grey then, his own knuckles turning white for a brief second as he clutched at his cargo pants. "So pilot? Whats the official plan to get in? I have some arrows that could be used as explosives to divert their attention to those locations. Unless the drones have the intelligence of Tony Stark or the military background of Steve Rogers, then we should be fine that way," he offered. "Or we find the bots placements via thermal imaging. We blow up those and we're set for the rest of the way there; hopefully."

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Думаю, что он мертв - I think he's dead

(Merry Christmas to those of you that celebrate If not Christmas, Happy Holidays )

Bucky:

Bucky nodded, and then, unsure if she if she could see his nodding, he said, "One piece is right. And we will." He turned away from the screen for a moment to cast a glance over at Steve, who had turned to watch the ordeal after offering a small laugh Clint's way. He caught eye-contact with his friend, hoping and praying that all this played out the way they needed it too; both of them had jostled with the Red Skull in the past, and they knew what kind of enemy they were up against. Even if they had defeated him in the end, it wasn't without a few casualties - one of which included the life he knew. And Steve had been no better off, losing the better half of his life as well. Bucky turned back to the screen after a nod from Steve and then silently promised, We won't mess up this time. He then looked up at the movement out of the corner of his eye to find that Daisy was handing him something. He took the earpiece and stuck it in his ear. After a moment, his voice came out hard and determined. "Buck, online."

Steve:

Steve nodded along with what Natasha was saying and then frowned at the mention of Borya's condition. Regardless of his state, they'd get him out of there with the rest of them. Even if he had been an enemy, Steve knew that people could change - they weren't permanently evil (well, except the Skull) - and Steve wasn't going to hold any grudges. He had too many grudges from his past, and this was one battle he didn't need to hold against anyone. Mistakes had been made, but now they had to fix things, even if that included saving the man who had been a part in starting part of this mess in the first place. Yes, Borya was going to get out of there... and so would Alyona and the others. He took the earpiece from Daisy and stuck it in his ear. After a moment, he repeated the others, "Cap, online," and then looked back to the screen. "Alyona, what's the security like down there?" he asked. He turned to the others for a brief moment. "Whatever we figure out, we have to work as a team... but security is likely going to be our biggest threat."

Logan:

Logan pushed the earpiece into his ear. "Logan, online."

Merry late Christmas to you Cap!! ^^

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“Hawkeye, online,” Clint muttered towards his ear piece, giving a nod of thanks to Daisy before his attention tilted to Grey. He actually snickered at his comments, feeling the sharp glare of Natasha and the man tensed up in his seat while bracing for any oncoming hit. When nothing came, he inhaled, and let out a long sigh before he gave a little huff of frustration. Added to it- he nearly went flying to the side when the jet accelerated. “Im gettin old for this. Wheres my retirement statement?” He grumbled to himself.

Natasha gave a quiet thank you to Daisy as well, saying, “Black Widow online.” She then turned the screen to Steve and Logan, nearly dropping the thin, glass piece that acted as a holograph for the female they were conversing with online.

Alyona’s brows furrowed at the question. “Bon-hwa ordering robots to stand down,” she informed as she peered out around the corners of the doorframe and then back to the screen. “I not knowing of Red Skull’s position,” she stated sheepishly, looking as though she was rather embarrassed she couldn’t be of any more help. Besides that, she managed to sit down on the ground and lean against the wall. “The bots won’t move now- Bon-hwa is knocked out.” A grin that light up her gaze showed her mischievous side for just a second.

Her ears pricked, looking out for a minute before looking back at the screen. “Red Skull is very strong though... he kept asking me where you and Blazkowicz were..”

(Coulson; I love it, haha. All fear Logan and Buck xD

Tals; how was your holiday? (: )

Logan:

Logan heard the pilot's mutter just dimly and let out a short laugh. People feared him even without his name - and over the years he'd had many names, so a name was the least that anyone should be worried about. Still, he found it funny that the pilot was so oblivious to him and his abilities. Soon enough the kid would see. Soon enough. And until then, Logan was just going to continue sitting back in his seat, holding onto the straps for dear life 'til they landed on the ground. At that point, there'd be no time for thinking, but that was the kind of stuff that Logan excelled in. Not sitting in planes, feeling like he was going to pass out, especially when the accelerators kicked in. His knuckles were near white as he held himself in place, silently cursing the pilot.

Cap:

"Thank you," he told Alyona. It wasn't a lot of information, but it was still more information than they would have had hadn't she helped them, and any bit of intel was something they could use. "As for Red Skull, he's always been a tricky man, but Buck and I have dealt with him in the past and we can do it again. Hopefully"-he swept a glance towards Bucky for a moment-"we'll all make it out of this alive and in one piece. We can't give Red Skull the satisfaction he wants of defeating us. God knows he thinks he broke us the first time around."

Bucky:

"It won't happen again," Bucky muttered to Steve. "Red Skull's not going to be walking out of this one. Not again. Not after all he's done."

Pretty good!! Hbu darling? ))

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The underlying tone of the plane and its g-force enacting upon the assassins nearly had the camera dropped and Clint cursing Grey. When the plane balanced out, Clint had to cover his mouth and swallow back any bile that dared to come up, while Natasha restablished her grip on the camera. Though, to be fair, her eyes had nearly grown cross sighted with a hint of nausea.

For Alyona however, she had fallen silent during their speech and her gaze softened. Her training with Xavier was specifically designed to keep people like Red Skull at bay. And what was she using it for? Trying to find them. A sense of guilt overwhelmed her already exhausted figure, and she dared to steal a glance at her brother that was nearly dead already from her ‘lack’ of help.

Her lips pressed to a thin line, soon sitting down against the wall on the inside of her cell. It was lucky too, because she was just tucked away in the corner where it looked as though the door was closed, and she even nudged her foot with it to make sure the illusion was set; in case Skull got ancy.

In which, he did. The very leader himself stalked carefully to her cell and his eyes glimmered with amusement. He did have his weird mask thing on, which did prop to the effect that Alyona didn’t really like. Anyways, he found himself peering through the cell door and grinning at the screen when he saw Steve’s face.

“Guten Tag Steven,” he greeted, nudging the door and giving Alyona a look. The door was fully open then, ans his hand gently clumped a handful of silver-blonde locks as he brought the little sibling to her feet. “I was wondering when you were coming. Alerts say you are still rather far away.” He had taken the screen from her, instead picking her up onto his shoulder instead and stalking down the halls.

“I also hear Bucky, is back,” he looked over at Bucky then, unaware of Natasha shivering out of ‘disgust’ and Clint shaking with livid anger. “Is it just the two of you? Or did your avenger friends tag along?” He chuckled, a hum filling the air as the scenery changed in the background him and he set Alyona down onto a chair. Metallic bands shot up, wrapping around her wrists and he seemed to turn a cruel look to the camera. “What should I ask her about first? Where the location you are, or how I can destroy every single one of you?”

Alyona whimpered in the background. “Please don’t hurt them.”

“And why shouldn’t I? We’re mortal enemies,” Skull had grumbled out at her.

“Kitty would become very upset and I dont think you want to meet him and his claws.” She emphasized Kitty, hoping Logan’s supreme hearing would pick up on her hint. If he did- that would be great. As far as Skull knew, she had some “minor” surface training with the X-Men before joining Shield. Having Logan and the other Shield agents against him would be a surprise.

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