Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

OH MAPLE I HAVE WANDA IM SILLY

(Should you start or me? XD I'm totally ready. This'll be fun.)

(Sounds good 👀)

Natasha looked to Bucky when her name was called, arching a brow out of curiosity. Her steps faltered slightly, though her pace was still rapid. The smaller russian female was unconscious on the bed she was rolled on, her breathing soft and slow. It was weird seeing Alyona out like this; Last time Natasha saw her so exhausted and worn down (as well as worked up), was when Borya had lit up their hideout. Her gaze was set on her, rounding the corner and being stopped outside of a room.

“Are you worried about her?” Natasha asked Bucky softly, as if afraid to break the silence as she stared at the machinery hooking up to Alyona. A bag was hung up on a metal hook, blood dripping down into a long plastic tube and towards an IV. The IV was placed into the fold of her elbow, her clothing being cut open to reveal the wound on her side. Some of the nurses applied white clothes in place, others pulling out stitches and beginning to grab scissors and sterile string and needles.

A soft beep alerted the room and anyone looking in that Alyona was breathing and okay. She didn’t stirr, she didn’t twitch... her chest slowly rose and fell in place as they worked on her. There was really no emotional intensity- perhaps it was because she was aware of where she was and she was going to be okay. Maybe she sensed Bucky was just outside the room too? Natasha didn’t know, only letting herself confide in the calm setting for the moment until Alyona would wake.



Viktor sent his brother a look. His face was carefully placed, as though only allowing his younger sibling what he was thinking. I was going to snap soon, it seemed to say, his eyes turning to Steve’s broad back. His bootsteps were carefully placed, following after the famous Captain. His trench coat fluttered gently behind him, the warm sun falling over his skin as he stalked ahead. All he did was raise his hands and flicked them to rid them of the “stench”-as he put it- and simply walked on.

Clint looked at Bucky, then Steve, and then to Logan. The archer wasn’t fully assured by the words that Sabertooth had spoken. Was he to be trusted? He wouldn’t ever know, so instead he simply walked with Logan and after Steve. The archer was tensed, eyes glancing over the long runway and to the base. “Who’re we callin Steve?” Clint asked curiously. He had a good feeling it was probably going to be Banner. There was no other way besides him, unless Thor magically got a phone and Tony answered his. Speaking of which- where was that billionaire?

I love wanda and vision so much *cue ugly crying*

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Wanda gently gripped his hand in return. Even if the plane had landed and they barely moved, she was all forever hesitant to leave his side. Even if it was to move him towards the medical bay, she was still lost in her thoughts. Everything was going okay- life was finally giving everybody a chance to settle down and live a normal life (despite those who helped Steve become fugitives). Her eyes was downcast for a long moment, only lifting to look up at the person she loved. Was life and fate really that cruel to take everyone away that they considered friends, family, and lovers? She had lost her brother, and now maybe Vision. It was unfair, and even so..

It was only natural her whole figured jumped when Clint gently called for her to take Vision to the medbay. Giving a gentle nod, Wanda gently ushered her companion towards the place that would patch him up. It was a walk through multiple corridors and hallways, with winding turns and twists. However, they managed to find their own room where nurses scuffled about to gently poke and prod to heal Vision. All the while, Wanda held his hand and didn’t move away, fearful those people that attacked them would return and steal him away from her. Her gaze turned to Vision, soon pressing her forehead right to his shoulder and hiding her face as she inhaled a shaky breath. It wasn’t fair; not to any one of those here. What had they done to receive the attention of a super space being that just, had the intention of killing people for the fun of it? At least Ultron and others had real ulterior motives, and had meaning behind it.

“Are you okay?” Wanda finally managed to ask, prying her mind away from the depressing topic. Her thumbs were gently rubbing over her lover’s knuckles, attempting to soothe herself and him. Maybe it was better if they all hid away and didn’t bother the alien race that was trying to kill them.

Me too omg ;w; why does marvel hate us ))

Wanda smiled gently, eyes closing in their moment. She was gently cuddling him, the weight from him pressing into her comforting within the moment. Slowly, one green hue opened up and watched the stitching happening. It was weird for Vision- he had a very unique figure that gave anyone but Stark a bit of trouble. Thankfully technology advanced that it was easy to help him repair. Sure the wound was deep, but it certainly could be repaired. It took time and handiwork, which is what was happening.

Stress was a beautiful and horrifying thing, with this being one of its defining moments. Wanda was slowly easing into his side, worry pressing her brow. Would this Thanos really come across the universe just for Vision? Was there a possibility to alter his mind and make him believe that he had the stone? Slowly, her head tilted, as if to wipe away her worries and her lips pursed. “Im glad youre doing better,” she murmured, afraid to hurt the silence that was comfortably settling around them. There was small talk yes- but it was that nice comfortable small talk that didn’t need pressure to make conversation.

(How To Make Yourself Cry 101)

(He's not the one who's going to turn dusty… she is)

Vision:

When Wanda ran her hand outside the closed gash on Vision's chest, he was relieved to find that it didn't hurt. Sure, it wasn't completely gone, but it was all that could be done in this time. Still, the sight of the stitches, a long, neat line where gray fabric had been torn to reveal red flesh underneath, was a clear reminder of the horrific weapon that had caused it. Those beings had been so desperate to get the stone out of Vision's head that he knew they would surely be back. Next time with reinforcements to fight back the team who had come to help.

How is this stone worth all that trouble? Vision troubled over the question, but he didn't say it. He didn't want to disturb the comfortable silence, though he knew he would have to eventually. With the nurses now out of the way, he didn't have to worry about moving and disturbing their work, so he put an arm around Wanda's shoulder, leaning closer into her. But then the questions arose again, like would they get called back to the others now that he'd gotten his stitches, and what could be done about the beings who wanted his stone. He had to at least voice his thoughts with a simple question, so he asked, although keeping his voice low, “What now?”

(;-; Agreed)

Bucky:

Bucky caught up to Natasha and slowed his steps to a stop when they were told to wait outside the room. He stared at Alyona through the viewing window and finally looked away at Natasha's words. He didn't know why he followed after both of them, anyways; he didn't want to see her like that. Some part of him just felt like he had to be there for her. So that she knew someone was there when she was better. But otherwise, the sight of her like that - the sight of anyone like that - made his stomach turn. It brought back too many memories. He frowned at Natasha, and part of him realized he had followed her to make sure she was alright as well.

"I'm worried about all of us," he said. "I'm... worried about all of us." 

Cap:

Steve made sure that those who needed medical assistance made it into the building, and then he held open the door for the others and walked into the base, his boots clicking in the quiet halls. Every noise was like an echo, and it was erie. Although the base wasn't completely empty - there were plenty of nurses, thank God for that - the place was not as lively as it once was. He glanced over at Clint. "I was thinking of calling Tony," he said, "but I have a feeling he either won't pick up or he already knows what's going on." His eyes focused back on the hall, and he wondered who else was around right now. "I think we need all the help we can get - I'm going to start with Banner."

Logan:

Logan narrowed his eyes at Viktor, watching him from behind. It was clear that his brother wasn't liking any of this, which kind of made Logan feel a little bit better. But, then, Viktor's the one who wanted to join them, so there wasn't any reason Logan should have felt bad for his brother to begin with. "Banner?" Logan questioned, listening to the others. "Is this another powered person I should know about?" 

(maybe I'll have steve be like "i'm calling banner", but then as he's dialing, bruce comes around the corner and does his, "hey guys" xD)

(Well, your last posts are on pages 88 and 90 if you needed to know _{^{or something}})

ISTG MAPLE XD 

Clint @ Banner: DONT U STEAL MY PICKLES D:< 

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Wanda:

Wanda was now turning her gaze up to him. Her lips were pursing and her jaw was setting. Does this mean that now they would get up and move to the serious business now? Perhaps they should, it would be fair as they were a team. They needed to figure out how to pull Vision out from the frontlines and hide the stone from this group of beings. They mentioned Thanos- or being children of him. Did that mean this entity was doing everything in his power to get was he wants? Using his "children" was no excuse for this behavior. It was how Ultron used her and her brother. If they ran into those two again, maybe she could use her powers to sway them into not harming them. It was an idea that was now brought up by her conscious on the fly, but it was an idea that could possibly work.

Upon hearing VIsion's low tone, her green eyes flickered straight up towards him again, sighing gently. "I suppose we return to the others," She spoke gently. It was soft and strained, as if she was holding back her worries that were threatening to appear in her voice. Wanda slowly removed herself from his embrace, now standing upright and staring at the door that was closed. Her hand still gripped his, gently ushering her lover through the doors that hissed open. She turned to the right, giving a soft grunt when she passed by a corridor. Her brows pressed, eyes closing and she had to put up a mental barrier for herself and Vision should the emotions try to hit her again. The emotional influence was thankfully weak from where they were. Wanda didn't have to worry too much.

Instead, she quietly walked on with Vision close by her side, not daring to let go of his hand in fear someone would snatch him away from her. 

Natasha:

The red-head listened to Bucky, turning her gaze from him and through the window. Her lips were pressed to a thin line, as if silently acknowledging his words. "I'm fine," was all she responded, her brows furrowing before she softly continued, "I'm worried about her. She's... She's seen her brother die and within months she's seen him up and moving again." Natasha was looking at the long mark from her ear to the middle of her neck, the wound stitched up as well and her figure seemed to be cleaned up by the nurses. Wet cloths were rolled out of the room, a small pile made. They were all red, the ones at the bottom the darkest hue and the ones at the top a more pinkish hue. It caused the assassin to look away, her arms crossing over her chest and heavily frowning. 

Slowly, her eyes looked over the line on the monitor and watched as the heartbeat began to pick up. Alyona's chest started to rise and fall at a normal pace, and everything was beginning to return to a normal state. "Alyona cares about all of us- especially you," Natasha voiced gently. She blinked, feeling a stray drop fall down her cheek and was taken by surprise. Tears were beginning to fall and the assassin had to swipe at her cheeks out of shock. So this is your uncontrolled Empathy powers, hm? She thought, the clock ticking away and her eyes finally looking at the small figure's face. Minty eyes slowly opened, but she was restrained to the bed. How long had they began working on her? 

The weight was removed from Natasha's mind, and all that was left was a very exhausted looking Alyona on the medical bed.  Slowly, Natasha gently guided Bucky in, looking up at the soldier. "Go to her- she probably wants to make sure you're holding up better than any one of us yet," she was gently encouraging him forward. 

Clint and Viktor:


Clint looked to Steve with widening eyes. Banner would be coming back? He's been off the grid for so long that he didn't think he would actually come back. The archer grinned slightly, and then it grew. They would get their biggest guy back and this is what they would definitely use to win. Surely their enemies dont stand a chance anymore, and that was what caused him to be giddy. The archer was practically bouncing on his toes, now exclaiming, "Do you think he'll actually come and help us again? The big guy would give us a second chance and join us?" It was like a kid on Christmas morning, looking up at his leader with that same sparkling gaze of excitement.

Viktor looked to Logan then, as if questioning with his brother who this Banner was. When it was mentioned he was a big guy, the man looked surprised. Does that mean that he was actually "big" and therefore stronger? Was that meaning height? Weight? It left the canadian confused, head tilting and brow arching ever so slightly. 

Bucky:

He wondered exactly what was going through her mind as she looked at him and then closed her eyes. He took a step closer to the bed and uncrossed his arms, leaning over her with his hands pressed to the edges. His flesh knuckle went white, his grip tight. "You know I can understand you," he said, managing a small smile. "I know many languages, Russian being one of them. You don't have to try to hide it." His smile was quick to fade, though, slowly turning to a frown when her words registered in his mind and he thought of all the memories the language brought. His grip grew tighter on the bed and he let out a breath. "You're alive," he told her at last. "I know... I know it feels bad, but you're alive." He didn't know how many times he had had to tell himself that, as well. Especially after being the Winter Soldier. 

At the tugging of her restraints and the rising of her breathing, Bucky then began to gently undo them. He didn't know why she had them anyways. Were the nurses afraid she was going to hurt herself or others? He pulled the leather through their respective loops, his eyes on her. "Everyone else is fine," he assured her. "We're all as good as we can be under these circumstances." He let out a sigh and hung his head, his eyes focused on her blankets rather than her face. "We still don't know what's going on... but, you just... just hang in there and don't worry about anything. Steve'll... Steve'll figure things out." And then it would be onto the next battle.

The battle never did end, did it? Bucky closed his eyes. "У нас все будет хорошо," he said, speaking in her tongue. "У нас все будет хорошо. You just... just wait." 


Cap:

Steve watched Clint and Viktor with raised eyebrows for a minute and then finally held up his hands and stepped in between the two of them. "Would you two quit acting like children?" he asked, giving each of them a stern glare. "Clint, you know better," he said. "And... Viktor, I still don't really get why you're here, but while you are here and on my team, you abide by our rules. We have too much going on and too much at stake, and we don't need any bickering from within, even if it is just playing around." He let his hands fall and stepped away, pulling his old cellphone out of his pocket in the process. Maybe it was harsh the way he spoke to them, but they were in the middle of a war they were still trying to begin to understand and he didn't need them fooling off. And, quite frankly, he didn't know how they were able to have fun at a time like this. He couldn't even wrap his head around things, and he wondered if they even knew how dire everything really was. 

To say the least, he could feel the stress upon his shoulders, and he was worried that whatever was happening was too much for all of them to handle. He wanted to believe they'd win - that they'd always win - but someday they'd have to lose, right? Someday things wouldn't go their way, and they'd have tried as hard as they'd always tried and it wouldn't be enough. Letting out a breath to calm himself and get his head on straight (he couldn't afford to have negative thoughts), he flipped open the phone and began to search through his contacts for Banner's number. He didn't have many contacts, but Banner's name was among that list. He clicked on the number and then lifted it to his ear, listening to the dial tone. His heart beat began to race faster with every second. "Come on," he muttered to himself, aware of the others behind him, waiting as well. "Come on. Pick up..." 

Logan:

So the Captain did have a strict side? Logan grinned, glancing over at his brother. He was going to say something snarky, but then he wondered if it was worth getting on Steve's bad side. He'd earned a spot on the team (as well as trust, for what it was worth) and he wasn't going to let that go because he decided to say something stupid. He instead just turned away from Viktor and saw that Wanda and Vision had arrived behind them. He didn't really know who they were, either, but he did know that they were powerful and that there was a reason they'd gone to save them at the train station. And the stone that was in Vision's head... It was interesting, to say the least. 

(who plays Banner, by the way? Is that you, Tals?)