we'd hold on tight for our lives to each other

[pursuitofcappiness]

Who Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Peggy Carter, Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark (somehow these ended up both alphabetical by first AND last name wtf)
What Synergyyyyyyy, shitting on Deborah's desk... j/k, they're just having a little get-together.
Where Somewhere inside, by the cornucopia
When Sometime week 1
Warnings/Notes None I can think of.

Steve takes a good look around before going into the room and shutting the door behind him, grabbing a piece of furniture and handing one to Peggy as well, in case they need it for defense. His plan? Wait for the others to arrive, hope no one crashes the party.

He makes sure to stand in front, in case there's a miscommunication. Yeah, not a solid plan, but it'll be better once everyone arrives.

Comments

[onthedot]

"We're going to be noticeable. More noticeable."

Peggy took the wooden chair and smashed it against the wall. Hard. It splintered into a few pieces and she lifted a leg with a jagged edge. That would do nicely.

If anyone was around, they would have heard the noise, but at least now she had something near enough to a weapon to hold her own long enough to run. It was better than relying on a bump on the head.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Steve decides to keep his weapon on the defensive instead of offensive. Guy fights with a shield, so... But anyway, he's on high adrenaline and overly-cautious. "I know, but we needed for everyone to get together. We need a plan, because we didn't last time and it ended up in three of us dying at once."

[onthedot]

"This could end with us all dying at once." Peggy leans against a dilapidated glass counter and taps her fingers against the underside of the rim. "I'm not saying we don't need a plan, but if we stay here too long and someone has an actual weapon and the desire to win. How many would be out of their way from a well placed shot?"

She wasn't entirely sure how many were coming, or entirely what to expect beyond what little Steve had felt was his place to share as they made their way here, but depowered and weaponless in one contained location seemed...unreasonably risky to her.

She had been taken out of an active war zone. Offense wasn't the only thing on her mind, even if she was the one holding the only real weapon between them.

[pursuitofcappiness]

"It could, and then we'd all end up back at the Capitol together." He frowns. "You haven't even seen it, have you?" he asks, and he decides there's no way in hell he's letting her die first out of the two of them. She'd hate it, all the wastefulness. It's the same way he hates it, but he wasn't alone when he was dumped in.

[onthedot]

"The Capitol? On the outside? No." Peggy shakes her head and eases closer to his side. It isn't hard to imagine. The excess of the people simply 'cleaning' her was enough to make her teeth hurt. "I'm not exactly looking forward to it if this is what they produce."

[pursuitofcappiness]

"It's worse," he claims. "This is entertainment for them. We're just... playthings. They've got just about all the money in the world, and then... I guess this is what they wanted to do with it." But he says this quietly, against her ear. "They record every second we're here. They... play it back for everyone, like re-releases at the movie theater. Especially the deaths."

[hasacondition]

Arranging these sorts of things was difficult when they had no idea where they would be sent, but they did the best they could, even in a rotting, creepy Disneyland. He's cautious peeking around in the different rooms-- who knows how many other people had this idea-- but worst case scenario, he opens the door and ducks.

Thankfully, he found the right room quickly enough.

"Well, this party's coming together nicely."

...Except for how there's some people in here that he doesn't recognize.

[nightlightheart]

It's too bad he wasn't around to hear the party line. He could have used it. What a waste!

Tony does not trail too far behind Bruce's entrance. He walks in, almost casual once he's assured himself he's where he is supposed to be. Tony still looks much like the moment he stepped into the arena, except his black cape is slung over his shoulder, already full of a handful of scavenged items. Not weapons or food mind you. No. Tony has... pieces of things. Bolts and wires and tiny pieces of various machines he's acquired along the way. They'll be useful if he can find enough of what he needs.

"You know, I think maybe we would have been better off to go with MTV," he says this more to anyone who is listening to him - which he believes is everyone, even if it really isn't - "If reality TV was really the way we wanted to go with this whole... whatever. We should definitely keep these costumes though."

Who knows...Avengers Reality TV might have turned out just as poorly. Just seems like it would, when your friends have brothers like Loki or whatever other baggage these freaks all came with.

[hasacondition]

Bruce smiles acknowledgingly when Tony comes in-- it's an easy instinct to get into, when he knows Tony's just going to be making some joke-- but then the collection of parts in his cape catch his attention and he comes over to take a look. He plucks one of the pieces unasked and holds it to catch what light he can, trying to picture it in the context of the thing it came from, then looks at the rest of the assembled parts.

"Collecting scraps?" he asks with a meaningful glance, first at Tony, then at the corner of the room. They're definitely being monitored in here, so they have to be careful with what they say... but Tony wouldn't have that problem, would he?

[nightlightheart]

"What can I say, it's sort of a weird hobby of mine," he just shrugs like it's nothing. Get abducted. Collect scraps. Build things that will blow shit up. Its definitely not the first time. Why was that, anyway?

"I have hopes they'll come in handy in the future," he's really only just been scavenging so far. Grabbing what looks useful, leaving what doesn't. Tony doesn't need weapons of the slash and maul variety when there are so many goodies laying about to be put to a more... devastating use. He's not gotten enough of anything yet that will determine what it will be, quite yet. But, better to have it and not need it, than the other way around.

"Nice place by the way, don't you think? The future. Not quite the magic kingdom I remember."

[hasacondition]

He gives the scraps one more look before turning back to his newfound chair defence piece, but this was good. This wasn't some glacier in the middle of nowhere, they had tools here, and there had to be stuff that was still functional after that long. If not, they could make it work, between the collection of people they had here. This could be their chance.

"I was more partial to Epcot." Now that would have been useful.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Steve hands Bruce another piece of furniture-- it's like musical chairs but less whimsical and ten times as sinister. "It sure is." And right, yeah, he has a whole thing planned for introductions but his mouth kind of goes all dry. "Doc, this is Peggy Carter. She's my... well, actually, for awhile she was my commanding officer in the war."

[hasacondition]

He hefts it, then decides maybe it'd be more useful if he held it another way-- though this is still an awkward way to hold it, maybe if he--

"Peggy Carter..." and his eyes widen as he realizes where he knows the name from. "Yeah, of course, you were there for the serum project."

This thankfully gives him a reason to put the chair down to offer out his hand. "Doctor Bruce Banner. Uh, welcome to the future."

[onthedot]

"I was." In more ways than some. She still had dreams some nights of a mad laugh and a face being torn apart and a man in a dungeon in need of rescuing.

Peggy wiped her hand along the inside of her cloak and then reached for his hand. She gave it a firm shake. "A pleasure, Dr. Banner. If only I were here under better circumstances."

[hasacondition]

"It's sort of news to all of us. 2012 is a lot more agreeable."

But this was interesting-- they would have known if someone else had come along with Steve, so she had to come straight from the war period if she was still that age. "They're just pulling people from all over the place for this thing, huh."

Long and who knows how good and getting off of hiatus is nerve wracking.

[taseyousupernanny]

First thing Coulson was doing once he found a defensible place, was getting rid of this goddamn cape. He truly didn't know how Thor did it. Granted, the guy was a alien god. So maybe the laws of physics didn't apply.

He'd been slowly making his way up the main street of what he had figured out pretty quickly was Disneyland. He had vague memories of it as a child and who hadn't seen the occasional "How do they do it!" type special about the park?

He hiked up the bag he'd actually had to fight a pretty vicious little kid for. Coulson didn't want to think to hard about that. What kinda asshole did that make him? The sleeping bag and rope were hopefully worth it. But it was one more red mark on his ledger, as Tasha liked to say. He had plenty of those and one more probably wouldn't make much difference either way. Or at least, that's what he was telling himself.

He'd found a old thin piece of metal. Probably the leftovers of a display case but while it wasn't very sharp it was better than nothing. The piece was nothing more than an inch wide and a few feet long. It was a distraction more than an actual weapon.

Slowly, almost laboriously, he made his way up the main street. Looking for useful items. It was in this search that he stumbled upon what was quickly becoming Avenger HQ.

"Well, I probably should have expected I'd run into all of you eventually."

don't be scared!

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Coulson?" Steve asks, and drops the chair he's holding. So, he had no idea Phil was even here, and it's not quite as big of an emotional shock for him as it was earlier today (and thank god, because who can process two of those in such a short time?) but it doesn't stop him from breaking out into a wide smile. Seeing him again, whole and uninjured and alive is pleasant, even though he knows there's a high probability it won't last very long. Still, he claps the man on the shoulder, because, at the very least, there are few places on this map more secure right now than a room full of Avengers.

I'm so sorry, I will get this going again.

[taseyousupernanny]

"Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated?"

Because really, that line was never going to get old. Never. "Headcount, Captain, who else survived that melee?"

[pursuitofcappiness]

"Whoever's showing up in the next hour," he says. "This is Agent Peggy Carter, by the way," he adds. "I think she might've helped with the beginning of SHIELD, after the war."

[onthedot]

"Did I?" Peggy is mildly amused by that bit of information, if only because Steve had told her so little about his stint in the future without her, everything he said was new.

She offered Coulson a tired smile and a hand. "A pleasure, Agent Coulson."

[from_a_distance]

Clint had been looking for Coulson for most of the day. He wasn't about to lose his handler again so soon after getting him back.

He also wasn't about to show how relieved he was to see the man.

"Nice of you to show up, sir."

[taseyousupernanny]

Coulson just snorted, "Traffic was horrible."

Well, Clint looked none worse for wear. Good.

[from_a_distance]

Somehow that reaction made everything better.

"When have you ever let a little congestion make you late?"

[from_a_distance]

Clint was kind of relieved to have a team to fall back on in this arena. Much as he liked to take care of himself, it was exhausting in this situation.

And he did like most of the Avengers. Most of the time.

"What are the chances Cinderella's still around this place?"

OOC!

[taseyousupernanny]

HANDWAVY!

OK, So At this point Coulson is going to look around. Notice that we have who we have and then he'll come up with a plan. It's a basic one but it works.

Tony and Bruce? Build the machine of doom. Tony probably technobabbles here and Bruce translates. It's a thing.

Peggy and Steve? Food, Weapons.

Him and Clint? Same.

Insert some arguing here, and then they all go off into the sunset, to look for shit.