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.

[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.

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."

[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.