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

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

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.

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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.

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.

Edited (don't eat my sentences , dreamwidth!) 2013-03-25 08:04 (UTC)

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?

"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."

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.

"Yeah. Well at least the lines aren't horrendous," there's a smirk there, because he thinks he's being amusing.

"It's too bad you missed the Expo, you'd of had a field day," it slips out before he can reel the words back in. Isn't sure he wants to talk about home right now. The Expo was not Epcot of course. Fewer cotton candy stands, more guys with clipboards. Still, he's pretty confident Banner would have enjoyed it. Minus the part where it got demolished. But hey, wasn't that how things always went.

He eyes Bruce's weapon that once was a chair. He's pretty sure they can do much better than that in the not-so-distant future.

He smiles at it, because he's always down for dumb jokes (but, sorry Tony, it is still pretty dumb). "Oh good, maybe we can ride the Tower of Terror a few times in a row."

Talking about home doesn't even phase him-- or, at least, it doesn't phase him by itself. There's so many aspects of home that he doesn't want to talk about that something like this isn't even a drop in the bucket. "That's the one that blew up, right?"

"Everyone's always so quick to bring that part up, aren't they," he says it as a joke but maybe he's a little bitter about it. The cleanup for that was horrendous and he'd really rather not deal with another incident like that if he can help it.

Not that he expects to be so lucky.

"Still though. Explosions aside, lots of great stuff. NASA and neuroscience and nanotech. Big Kid Disneyland," he shugs, "Better than this monstrosity anyway. You think this is the real deal?"

"It kind of leaves an impression. Not that neuroscience doesn't. Maybe I'll make the next one." Hopefully. But still, he says it a little weakly, like it's too cautious about staying positive.

"You'd probably know better than I would. I never spent much time in Little Kid Disneyland either." But still, it would be interesting to see... maybe it would give them some idea of how much time was supposed to pass. If this was actually Disneyland.

"My experience with the place is really more behind the scenes. Never liked lines much." And yeah, like his parents had ever brought him to Disneyland like a normal kid. No. He'd gone once as a child through a school trip when the park had been open, but that had been Disney World, actually. Everything else had been later in life. Work or private events. It wasn't exactly the typical Disneyland experience.

"Still though. I like our odds here, better than glaciers and deserts." At least, if he wants to play this game to his strengths.

He assumes it was all private tours-- private tours or backstage technology demos, which would be nice to know about in theory, but he can't suppose they're lucky enough for the people running this place to just leave around a bunch of resources like that. Maybe going behind the scenes didn't make for good enough TV.

"I'm glad I missed the deserts, that just sounds miserable. This creepy childhood thing is so much better." And he smiles, but then looks more contemplative. "There's definitely a lot... more." More they can do, instead of freezing (or burning) and dying. He toys with the parts Tony found again, considering it for a second.

Tony agrees, completely. "I like more. More's good. I can work with more. Less deserts though. Fuck those straight to hell, man. I can't think of a single good time I've ever had in a desert."

However, there is a particular desert experience he's been inspired by in life lately, and that by no means stops here in this psycho-magic-kingdom-death-rumble. With enough scraps and planning he was able to piece something together to aide him in his escape. If it worked once...

He searched through his little pile of scraps for something particular, holds it up and squints at it. Copper wiring still good. Perfect.

That just makes him laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it."

But he knew about the famous one, of course-- everyone did, it was kind of a really big deal, and if that look on Tony's face is anything to go by, his thoughts weren't too far off from Bruce's right now. He hesitates a moment before saying, "Think you could do it again?"

Maybe the guys in charge knew about all that, maybe this wasn't as subtle as it could be, but this could be their shot.

He can't help the grin that slides across his face. Of course Banner's on the same page. See man, this is exactly why working with the guy is so easy. And how the hell often does that ever happen in his life? Pretty much never.

"I think I could do something," there's definitely an underlying yes there. He just isn't certain on whether or not it will be exactly the same kind of something. It won't be just him this time.

Tony has no intention whatsoever on building anything that will help him, or anyone else win this round.

No. He wants to build something that will get everyone OUT of this round. For good. Something to bust out of this joint. Something to disrupt the force fields. Ideally, something to also help keep whoever ultimately winds up chasing after them, off also. But one step at a time, here.

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."

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."

"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."

"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."

"Well... I'm pretty sure some of these people aren't from either of the centuries we're familiar with," Steve answers. "But I'm surprised. I think they've got personal files on us."

"To have the power to bring people here, I would be surprised if they didn't have more than that."

Her skin itched at the knowledge of that type of violation, but nothing about this let her believe anyone particularly cared.

"Yeah, they've... they've got a lot more then just some files."

He scratches the back of his head before glancing over to Steve, never in a hurry to reveal exactly what the people running this thing was able to do to him, but they still had to talk about what exactly they were dealing with. "Whoever these guys are, they can make our super soldiers a lot less super. They've got to have DNA samples, advanced genetic engineering, massive god complexes..."

"Technology we have no way of handling, you mean." It didn't shock her. This wasn't the first time she had seen this sort of thing, but at this scale and with the people behind it, at least those she had met. People of the Capitol anyway, it stood to reason no one would challenge it. Or even could.

"The people here are American." It was the accents more than anything that did it. Plain spoken American English. Not a trace of another language about. It was unsettling. "Did you notice?"

"Technology we don't even know the full scale of. Whatever it is, they can turn genes... off, not just reversing genetic modification but inborn abilities, too."

They were playing around with their bodies, meaning, though with what they do to other people here, he can't say he was really surprised-- more surprised that they were able to in the first place.

"Yeah, best guess is we're in America far in the future. Or, they call it Panem now."

"Evening the field then." Good and bad news there. She couldn't fathom the ability to strip people of power without being aware of it while happening. It begged so many questions, the least being what else could they do, if they could rip what made people special straight from their veins.

"Small favors for some."

She could concede that it would be a problem for many others. "I wonder how it fell so far."

Because even at war America had been a land of determination and hope. It was kind of ridiculous, actually, how very intense the American people could be. Something massive must have happened. Something no one had seen before to bring things so low as this.

He does an awkward little half-smile of acknowledgement before eagerly latching on to the new subject. "I've tried poking around a little, but the most I know is that these... games have something to do with a rebellion. Punishment for a rebellion."

And his little attempts to poke around at more than that didn't go over so well, not when the most historical stuff he could find was recordings of the previous fights. Lots of them, back when people died for real. He hadn't watched long.

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