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

[pursuitofcappiness]

"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."

[onthedot]

"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.

[hasacondition]

"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..."

[onthedot]

"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?"

[hasacondition]

"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."

[onthedot]

"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.

[hasacondition]

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.