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Post by pietro on Jul 25, 2012 23:41:53 GMT -5
Pietro crouched outside the mansion, watching it from his lounged-out position. He was munching the last bits of another stolen hotdog.
No, he was not stupid enough to attack the Avengers AT THEIR HOME. Even their father didn't want that much of a frontal attack. But he DID say to inconvenience them whenever possible.
So Pietro had taken a few minutes to pinpoint the mansion's location, and call in his sister for back-up. Time to have some fun, finally, with the jerks he'd been dealing with since joining the Brotherhood.
Sure, it might not be the wisest thing. Or the thing that would make his dad the happiest. But surely it would annoy their enemies long enough to keep their attention OFF minor Brotherhood plans, right? Surely a speedster and a magician could do enough damage?
He checked his watch. Seriously Wanda? Couldn't she teleport? He HAD texted her a minute ago. She should be here already, with that level of planning. He yawned slightly, counting in his head the seconds she was taking away from his plan. Not that it was elaborate. Or... Really... A plan at all. He just wanted to blow some stuff sky high. Or watch it get blown so by Wanda's magic...
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Post by amanda on Jul 26, 2012 0:32:50 GMT -5
So, she had ended up telling their Father about the reaction, or lack thereof, from one of the members of the Avengers. Despite what Pietro had tried to warn her against. And predictably, Magneto had sent them to do a little advertising for the Brotherhood. Wanda had gotten a text from her brother not a minute after he had left the house, saying where to meet him. As usual, he was jumping the gun. He had better of thought things through.
Once ready, she flew to the mansion, landing beside her brother. She had not quite figured out how to grant herself the ability of teleporting, unlike the flight she had accidentally given herself that day many years ago while practicing with Magda. But her thoughts were wandering now, never a good thing where magic was concerned.
Turning to Pietro, she raised a brow in question. "Do tell me you have a plan of some sort. I had thought we would spend some time thinking this through instead of just charging on ahead, as we do not stand a chance in a fight against all of the Avengers, should it come to that. So, what is it you want to do, brother?" She wasn't adverse to this. Not at all. She actually thought it would be kind of fun. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed herself and caused a little 'bad luck' if she was allowed to use a pun here. But still. Plans were essential in most schemes on grand scales like this.
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Post by pietro on Jul 26, 2012 21:33:04 GMT -5
Pietro chuckled, tossing the hotdog’s wrapping on the ground. Littering Schmittering. “Yes, sis, because plans are totally my thing.” He leaned against a nearby tree, eyes scanning the mansion without really trying. They were just that quick. And there didn’t really seem to be many people milling around the premises. Maybe they thought their security was just that good? Wanda would have to get super-creative to get past whatever barriers the Avengers had set up. Even speedsters couldn’t get past infared. “I was hoping you would help me with that, actually, seeing as you always claim to be the smart one in the relationship. Ew. Not that this is a relationship. You’re just the smart twin. Supposedly. Though I HAVE noticed you still can’t teleport. Weren’t you working on that?”
He paused. Damn it. Stupid speed-speak. His father had warned him that almost no one could understand him when he spoke like that. Calm down Pietro. He took a deep breath, re-collecting his thoughts. Grabbing those trains that so easily pulled away from the station that was his poor speedster mind. “No, I don’t have a plan. Surely dad gave you some idea of what to do if we encountered the Avengers again? Maybe we can build something off of that?” Honestly, Pietro just wanted to do some ass-kicking. Do some damage. Run in, run out. Maybe steal a few valuable things. If he could.
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Post by thehulk on Aug 5, 2012 8:31:51 GMT -5
Bruce didn’t like being contained or not being doing what he wanted but to some degree since he had joined the avengers he had been somewhat contained it had not been that he didn’t like the team or trust them but the fact that they knew where he was didn’t sit well with him they could in theory use whatever they wanted to have control of him and he didn’t like that he liked being in control of things that didn’t seem to be something that he would have here so he would have to do something about that. He had spent a lot of his time currently in the lab trying to work out more of the serum and how to use it the fact that he had met Steve and had been able to work some things out from the serum from the notes that had been previously withheld from him that now he was an avenger he had been able to access those files and it was something that he had been glad to have if he was being honest. At the sound of an alarm Bruce left his lab before going to his room and picking up the gun that Betty had given him long ago, he didn’t know what was going on but he was going to be prepared for if he had been needed due to the fact that he was part of this team and he was going to fight alongside them wherever he was needed.
"Talk like this."
[/b] [/blockquote][/center] WORDS:[/b] 250 TAGGED:[/b] Maximoff’s MUSE:[/b] I thought you might want someone on the inside waiting. LYRICS:[/b] Waiting for the End; Linkin Park CREDIT:[/b] TOMOLONIS of Caution 2.0![/size]
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