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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
Initiation [Open To All Avengers/Spider-Man]
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jul 14, 2012 23:03:36 GMT -5
Tony crossed his arms as he stood on his balcony, which overlooked New York City. The bright, twinkling lights below nearly outshone the stars above- if the stars had been visible that evening.
As the sun set beyond the horizon, and the cloudy sky presented a nearly flat-white canvas, Tony stared at his machine. He had seen one used before in Gotham City by the police department, but their version was just some spotlight with rigging. It was nothing near as high-tech or fancy as Tony's. Although he had gotten the idea from the GCPD, he'd never admit to it... because he was Tony Stark, intuitive inventor of his own gadgets, and he would argue that his machine was so much better and more-advanced than that dumb spotlight that it was practically a brand-new device all its own.
He smirked and rubbed his goatee for a moment before walking over to the silver, metallic contraption. He wasn't in his Iron Man suit tonight. Instead he was wearing his favorite band tee shirt, which his bluish-white arc reactor glowed through, and a pair of jeans and boots. His unofficial, relaxed outfit. Pepper had gotten him the tee shirt.
The thought made him smile as he leaned over and clicked on the device. He stepped back. It whirred and revved as it started up, the different-colored LED lights behind its glass going through their beginning program and flashing multi-colored lights at the cloudy canvas above.
Finally, the LED's finished their macro and settled on the program Tony'd set. Red and blue LED lights flashed onto the cloud cover, a red background with a dark blue spider in the center of it. The Spidey Signal.
Tony stood back and glanced up at his work. It was so bright that anyone from space could probably see it if he cranked it up high enough and let it pierce through the clouds. And the best part was that he could alter it to any symbol, shape, or picture he wanted. He could put the Iron Man picture on the clouds, the Cap's shield, even Fury's underwear if he wanted to. He chuckled at the thought. That would send the donut hater into a tizzy.
But for now he was calling Spider-Man. The Amazing Spider-Man! as the New Yorkers were calling him. Tony didn't see what was so amazing about a preteen in spandex swinging around town anyway, but whatever. Fury had his eye- literally, just his eye- on the kid, so he must be worth checking into. And if Spidey was ever to become part of the Avengers, then Tony'd be having to work with Bug Breath a lot, so he might as well get the pleasantries over with... and see what Jarvis could find out.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2012 1:50:59 GMT -5
Steve had recently heard from Pepper that Tony was back from his hiatus and that he was at the Avengers Tower, or Stark Tower, since Tony adored to take ownership in everything that he has ever created. Either way it goes, he was on his way to see Tony, but what gained his attention definitely caught him off guard to say the least. He witnessed some sort of beacon coming from the tower, a signal of a spider. Automatically, without any further thought, Steve realized it was meant for Peter Parker, but why?
Pulling up to the front of the tower on a World War II U.S. Army Harley-Davidson, Steve quickly shut the bike off, letting down the kickstand, before he climbed off the bike. He put the ignition key into his pocket, then wasted no time in entering the tower. Steve was dressed in Army cargo pants, with a simple white t-shirt, as well as some Army boots. He approached the elevator, since he passed clearance, seeing as he's the leader of the Avengers and all. He used his Avengers' clearance card to gain access to where Tony was located up in his room. He made it to his door, then knocked a few times. Mere moments passed by, but no answer. "Stark? It's me, Steve... Tony?"
Steve placed his hand on the doorknob, slowly twisting it, then opened up the door slowly as well. He was hoping that Tony wasn't up to something that he might regret walking into. He peaked his head around the door slightly, before gazing around the room. He seen Tony out on the balcony fiddling with some machine designed to be a beacon. He entered the room, shutting the door behind him, then proceeded to walk over to Tony. "There you are, Stark. I've been meaning to stop by, but I've been busy recently. I apologize, but how have you been? By the way, what invention have you created this time?" Steve grinned, as he eyed the machine.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Jul 15, 2012 18:53:51 GMT -5
Well, wobble his webs, he had his very own Spidey-Signal! Peter had to say he was touched. He had to give his props to the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.. that man had style. He was able to get a few great shots of himself posing in midair with it too before he crawled over to Stark Tower. He even got one for his cellphone wallpaper. Maybe he'd send one over to Taylor later...
Spider-Man decided if such an elaborate invitation was created just for him, he might as well give the host a show. He shot a quick net of webbing at the beacon, covering its surface and changing the image projected in the sky to have the silhouette of a spider's web. Needless to say, he improved it.
He crawled up the length of the tower before launching himself into the air and flipping onto Tony Stark's balcony. Hey! Steve Rogers was there too! Spider-Man gave a curtsy in their direction. "If I had known it was going to be a tea party, I would have worn my other suit!" . What was this, anyways? Was Spidey finally getting an invite to join the Avengers? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Part of him was giddily excited. These were the guys HE looked up to as a kid. However..He was so used to freedom and hours of working alone that the idea of being sent on missions at any time seemed complicated with his schedule. And then there was the issue of Aunt May.. she was sick; she needed Peter to be there for her..
It was settled then, Spider-Man would listen to what the veteran superheros would have to say and politely decline. "Nice work on the Spidey-signal. Very flattering, but I'd say I've improved it." if Tony could see, Pete was totally grinning under his mask. Peter then placed his hand over his heart and gave Steve a salute. "Its an honor, Cap." he said warmly, relaxing to an at rest position. Uncle Ben would tell him stories about Captain America all of the time. It was crazy he was meeting them now.
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Jul 16, 2012 0:01:49 GMT -5
[/size][style=width:430; height:490; background-color:333333; padding:5; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hawkeye glanced up at the big blue letters of Stark Tower and stepped onto the curb just as a familiar web-head swung onto the balcony/open air platform above. Stark's newest contraption, a calling card of sorts for the web-slinger that was shining above, flickered for a second before changing from the image of a spider to a web. Clint had been in a traffic jam when the huge beacon of light had come on. Nothing was moving at all, and even on his Ducati he couldn't find a place to slip through. It was horrid. He still wasn't halfway home. Clint hated it. But he supposed that it gave him more time to observe the beacon. From all appearances it was definitely coming from Stark Tower. Much to his chagrin, the sight of gave Clint a sudden vision of the portal, on that day seemingly long ago. Laughing at himself he shook the thought out of his head and lifted his eyes to the light again. So Stark was calling Spidey huh? It was probably Avengers business. Which meant that Clint should probably get back in uniform. He had it stashed in his pack, right within reach. Grabbing it, Clint pulled off his helmet, stripped off his shirt, and proceeded to change-right in the middle of the jammed street. Luckily, the underarmour he was wearing prevented him and the other cars around him from embarrassment. Usually he hated changing like this. But sometimes something happened that made it worth it. Like now. A couple of kids, a boy and a girl, crammed up against the window of a nearby suburban, had obviously recognized him, and they peered out at Clint, wide-eyed. Hawkeye smiled, winked, and waved back at them. Another kid, a younger boy, probably just barely seven or eight, pushed his way through the back and waved excitedly while his siblings disappeared for a second. I love little kids.Finally Clint was all changed and settled in. Taking his bow, arrows, and pistol from where they were hung on the superbike, he put them on too. Then he waited for a few minutes to see if the traffic would clear up. It didn't. Giving a huff, Clint gunned the Ducati's engine and did a really sharp one-eighty. Behind him there was a car that had been customed, so the body was really low to the ground. The hood was sloped almost like a ramp. This gave Clint an idea. Crazy, but we'll see if it works.Clamping down on the throttle as hard as he could, Clint zoomed toward the car and using all his strength managed to clear the gap between the hood of the car and the ground. As the Ducati ran up somehow he managed to miss the windshield, and the tough aluminum top held under the weight. Then, with a mighty heave Clint launched himself off. It sent him flying over two lanes of traffic and over the edge of the highway, where he landed in a deserted exit street below. None of the tires blew out, nor did anything seem broken though the Ducati had fallen quite a few feet. In that moment Clint was really glad that this was his bike. Coming to a stop, he patted his baby. It wasn't long before he was at the Stark Tower, looking up at the beacon, watching Spidey swing in, and preparing to go up himself. It wasn't his style to use the stairs or the elevator. That took too long. Well, about time he tested some of Stark's gadgets. Reaching back for a shaft, Clint put it into his arrowhead changer and attached a magnetic one. Tony had made him these for situations just like this- when Clint needed to scale a metal building but didn't want to damage it with a grappling hook, or the side was too slippery. It had been a clever idea; Clint often found himself wondering why he hadn't thought of it himself. Clint aimed and fired, landing the arrow in a place that was within swinging distance from where everyone else had gathered. Then, opening a pocket on his quiver he took out a small metal device that looked like in essence a wheel for a rolling chair or other furniturial fixture. A motor-looking part attached to the side glowed a light purple color. At that exact same instant a metal line fell down from above. Testing his weight on it, Clint was pleased to see that it held fast. Then he grabbed the end and stuck it between the glowing thing's motor and wheel. The contraption instantly sprang to life and zipped up the line. A portable miniature winch. Another one of Stark's inventions. When it got to the top It began to reel the line in. All Hawkeye had to do was hold on as he was carried up. And the best part was, that this whole process took only seconds. Clint came up and over the balcony's edge, just catching Spider-Man's greeting to Steven Rogers. As everyone turned to look at him he swung the remaining gap, landing with his knees bent on the metal floor. "Cap. Stark. Spidey." He nodded to each in turn and jerked up on the line, still in his hand. It came off, arrow, winch and all. "Thanks again for the gadgets, Tony. They work really well. Anyways, I'm here. Hope I didn't interrupt anything important." Usually he would have put the arrow and winch away, but not this time. He just stuffed it in his quiver and called it good. Clint went over to one side to watch the proceedings, leaning against a wall.[/div][/style] Tags: Avengers and Spider-Man :: Stark Tower Word Count: Calculating... Muse: 10/10- this one really went wild on me. Notes:Alright, Alright, I'm here. Your pestering in the chatbox earlier worked. Aaand, I love making new gadgets for Clint :3 [/center]
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Jul 19, 2012 15:38:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nothing makes sense anymore The Words: go here The Outfit: goes here The Notes go here Stark had really outdone himself on this tower, Natasha thought to herself as she made her way down the street and toward her destination. She was dressed a little differently that day, more like a civilian than a lethal assassin who could be ready to kill in an instant, but that didn't mean she wasn't prepared in case something were to happen. Beneath the black trench coat that was cinched at her waist were the clothes she could still move around in, a tight black pair of pants and a red shirt that stood out against the colour of her auburn locks. On her feet were the typical type of shoe she felt the most comfortable in, a heeled boot that would become a beneficial weapon if she should need them.
And knowing Stark the way she did, she wasn't entirely sure they weren't a bad idea to have.
Fury had asked her to make an appearance, knowing that Stark had arranged to see the new kid in town, a hero by the name of Peter Parker who went by the alias of Spiderman. Nobody questioned how or why Fury came across such information, Natasha certainly wasn't about to, but she wasn't sure why she needed to show up either. Maybe it was just to keep Stark's ego in check, who knew. All that was known to the Black Widow was that Director Fury had instructed her to make an appearance and she was obliged to do so, her mind as alert as ever to the potential dangers of having a group of heroes all in one place again. The last time that had happened, they had been called the Avengers, and there had been untold casualties that had suffered for their gathering, and many others who had been spared at the same time.
She stepped inside and made her way to the elevator, having been given the details of the tower layout before she left headquarters. It took only a few simple button presses before she was behind closed doors and being taken upward, toward the very floor that she was sure was being used for this impromptu meeting that Stark had arranged. A ping sounded and the door slid open, revealing not just Stark and the webbed hero, but Captain America and Hawkeye as well, neither of whom she had seen much of since they had disbanded following Loki's attack. "My apologies, I seem to be late," she said as she stepped out of the elevator, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "I didn't realize there would be so many of you here." |
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jul 23, 2012 18:40:25 GMT -5
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: B8B8B8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 400px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]
Tony had expected Spidey to make a grand entrance, but when three other Avengers showed up, he just blinked in confusion. To Hawkeye and Spidey, he simply wrinkled his nose and replied, "Ever heard of the stairs? Or the elevator for crying out loud? Just got it repaired. Cool music and everything. None of that crappy feel-good mumbo-jumbo. Installed satellite radio. You can change it around yourself, you know." He nodded at Natasha and Cap in greeting as he strolled back over to his machine, picking at the webbing that Spider-Man had decided was a good idea to put on a heated, lighted device. The webbing was already starting to burn and melt onto the lens. Great. More clean-up for Tony to do later.
"Ya know," the Man of Iron said as he sauntered back over to where the rest of his colleagues were gathered (He refused to call them co-workers. That just sounded like too much work.), after pocketing a bit of web discreetly for later analysis, "If I'd had more time to prepare, I would have sent out invitations," he said with a tight smile, suggesting that he hadn't really wanted all of them here. Hell, Cap was enough of a pain-in-the-butt when it came to Tony's plans. And Natasha hated him. At least Clint was using his tech. He was glad to see that Barton was enjoying the gadgets and that they were working, despite the stairs comment.
Oh well. They were all here now. No matter, his plan could still be implemented. He crossed his arms and nodded at Spider-Man as he said, "Good to meet you, Web-Slinger. Yeah, the signal was for you. Glad to see it worked. Anyway, I just thought we could talk business about some stuff. As you probably already know, we're all kind of, well, I don't wanna say superheroes, but I will anyway. You were around when Close Encounters happened a while back, right?" Tony asked as he pulled out his phone and began typing something for JARVIS to read. "Anyway, you're a fellow superhero or whatever, so I thought we'd get acquainted. You know, for future save-the-Earth-type stuff. So hi, I'm Iron Man."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2012 1:55:17 GMT -5
Steve had been worried as of late, which he was feeling quite uneasy about the rumors that's been go around about Loki being back here on Earth and that he was up to his dirty tricks again. Tony and Steve, what a awkward friendship they have, but Steve respected Tony to a point, but there were certain things that made them distant from each other. Tony was the type to soak in attention, party with women, and show off, that was his personality, but Steve was just a calm individual with nostalgia. He missed the past allot, but he was stuck in the present time, and the future didn't look all to bright at the moment with this news swirling around about Loki.
The last time Loki was here in Earth, well he sent an invasion to reek havoc, which he may do again, or even worse this time around. The Spidey Signal was an intriguing machine that was built by Tony, and that was one of the things that Steve respected about Tony was that he's a darn good inventor. The guy could literally make a weapon out of anything, which was why Steve appreciated having Iron Man as an ally. "It's actually great that everyone's here, except Bruce and Thor, but I've been hearing that Loki is here on Earth, and that he has something planned with bad intentions," Steve spoke aloud to Tony and the rest of the group of superheroes.
Steve glanced at all his friends, as he walked over and took a seat in one of Tony's chairs. He had allot on his mind, since he acted as the leader for the ones in this room, so he had to. He was constantly trying to keep everything under control with The Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Sept 11, 2012 15:18:17 GMT -5
Peter started to count the Avengers each as another showed, he added a mental tally in his head. Thor and the Incredible Hulk were missing in action. “Are some of you on vacation or is there a Yoko Ono situation going on in Mystery Inc?” To receive such a reception actually excited him; he knew he was a pretty big deal, but woah. He had to say he was impressed.
One, two, three, more Avengers present. Spidey nodded at Tony’s comment. He had to admit, that elevator was pretty cool. He had ridden it up when he had interviewed Pepper for the Bugle. “The more the merrier I always say.” Did I really just say that? Pete, pull yourself together. “Stairs are too mainstream.” He answered Tony. Peter raised his hand slightly to give Clint a high five as he walked past, but awkwardly scratched the back of his head to cover up the action. He rocked back on his heels slightly, feeling mildly out of place being the only one in uniform, but it was Spider-Man they were interested in, and not Peter Parker.
The alien invasion- it happened a year before Peter was bitten by the spider. “Yeah, I remember. I was in the city when it happened.” He answered simply. What was he to say? Hey. Thanks for pulling me out of that bus, guys? Oh yes, Peter was there on a field trip in the city when the aliens invaded. His school bus was stuck and the Avengers had pulled them all out and into safety. “Uh..Thanks, by the way.” He turned to each of them for a moment.
Formal introductions followed. “Oh yeah, networking. I can get behind that.” He nodded, “Well.. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, at your service.” He clicked his tongue and did a fake gun point. Oh god that was so lame…
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Post by Clint "Hawkeye" Barton on Oct 1, 2012 2:35:43 GMT -5
[/size][style=width:430; height:490; background-color:333333; padding:5; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:11px; color:white; overflow:auto] "I'm not an elevator man." Clint shrugged. He knew Tony was kidding about the whole deal, but what would this be without a little fun? "I'll use it when I have to but I always dread it. Makes me sick. I'd prefer arrow rides anytime. And plus the fresh air revives me." Tony should know about that, for chrissake! He flew all the time. He had to have an air vent. Not to mention that Tony was always talking about how he loved flying as Iron Man. Spidey, also targeted in the no-elevator quip, made a sharpshot comment of his own back. Definitely, it was a lot better than Clint's had been. Hawkeye couldn't help but grin. Spider-man had done nothing but crack jokes, and already Clint was starting to like him. He would be a powerful ally in the future. The web slinger had gone for a high five, Clint thought when he had first walked by on the way to the wall, but then he chickened out. Clint was sorta disappointed now about that. That would have been pretty fun. Gladly, he would have done it. He grinned as Natasha arrived, and so that made everyone except Thor and Hulk. Tony seemed surprised to see them there. What, if this was Avengers business, he couldn't expect anyone less than the Avengers to show. Cap, Tony, and Spidey discussed networking. Clint had learned a long time ago that this was others' business. So he always just let the trio talk it over. The whole time The Spider acted goofy. Almost like a high school kid. Cheesy, but absolutely lovable. Someone That immediately made an impression. No wonder the web head was so famous for being around such a short time. His carefree, cheeseball attitude lightened the mood a lot though nobody except Clint really recognized it, and made this meeting a lot more relaxed. That, Clint was glad for. Tension right now would be so detrimental.[/div][/style] Tags: Avengers and Spider-Man :: Stark Tower Word Count: Calculating... Again... So lazy... Muse: 6-8/10 Notes: Man... Took me long enough. And I love Spidey. [/center]
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Post by Natasha "Black Widow" Romanov on Oct 4, 2012 22:07:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] nothing makes sense anymore The Words: go here The Outfit: goes here The Notes go here With so many heroes gathered together in the same room, Natasha was sure that things would quickly begin to head off topic before they were finally settled into the real reason of their assembly. While Fury might have been a little ambiguous about why it was that he had sent one (or clearly two, seeing as how Clint was also there) of his best agents to be present, she couldn't help but wonder why exactly the young hero was being considered above some of the others she knew to exist. Not that she would voice such opinions out loud, mind you. If Natasha had learned one thing over the years she had been alive, it was that the greatest of help could come from the most unlikely of places in a time of need. And if Mister Parker could prove himself worthy to work under an establishment like SHIELD, Natasha would put up no protest.
She nodded to Clint as she stepped forward to join the group, a small jerk of her head that others might think had been a figment of their imagination. To Captain Rogers she bestowed the same greeting, though a little more obviously so that it didn't appear that she was slighting him. Her bright blue orbs looked momentarily at their host before they left him and settled instead on the young hero who was the reason for her appearance, analyzing him with every piece of training she knew. Not a word formed on her lips as she looked at him, examining every feature she could see so as to get a better read on his character. He certainly wasn't as big as Thor or Clint, and his youth betrayed him among the group of adults. But there was a kind of passion in his eyes that Natasha had not seen in quite a while now.
And she had to admit, it was rather refreshing.
A brow raised slightly at the young man's comments, which both made sense to her and confused the red-head at the same time. Then again, Tasha had never been very good with most human interactions and social quips. If she didn't need to know something in order to do her job then it wasn't important, life was as simple as that. She didn't need material possessions, and as she had told Loki before...love was for children. Or so she said, anyway. But that was an issue for another time, something she had to overcome if she was to stop being compromised and start being more of use to Fury and SHIELD. After all, the threat had not been totally eliminated as they had hoped. |
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Oct 17, 2012 0:11:27 GMT -5
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"Ooooo, bad intentions. I'm shaking in my custom-made, baby seal leather boots," Tony mocked, mostly under his breath, after the Cap had spoken. Yes, he was quite aware of Loki's presence on the planet. He'd been at the bar with him not that long ago.
To Spidey, he replied, "Hey, don't look at me. I'm not their keepers." He shrugged and shut off the Spidey Signal. "Uhhh yeah. Networking. Sure. Twitter and all that. And do you really have to add the "friendly neighborhood" part to your name every time? It's a mouthful, Dude."
Natasha's glance at Tony was not lost on the Man of Iron either, though he told himself her eyes had remained on him for longer than they actually had in reality, long enough he hoped, at least, to see him wink at her. That would probably earn him a twisted arm later on or something, he was sure of it. But it was worth it. Besides, who would Tony Stark be if he stopped actually trolling his... his friends?
Yeah, he supposed he could use that word now. They were all annoying and embarrassing and probably terrible for his image, but they'd all been through a lot together in the short amount of time that they'd known... that they'd been thrown in with each other.
And maybe Iron Man would one day call Spider-Man his friend. Doubtful, but possible. "Anyway, yeah. This is my team. The Avengers. And I was really hoping to just-"
Tony was interrupted by a loud explosion down on the street below that sounded rather close, close enough that it sounded as if it had come from Stark Tower itself. Immediately the street lights surrounding the building went out and car alarms started going off. Tony's expression dropped. Shit. What now!
He gave one quick glance to Rogers before he hurried over to the edge of the balcony, peering over to see if the explosion had, indeed, come from his house. Yup. Shit. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
"What the hell are you doing down there?!" He yelled, but was obviously too high up for anyone to hear him. Only when the smoke cleared and it was obvious that the explosion was not a lab accident, but that a section of his wall had been blown out on purpose, did Tony not have anything to say. Completely shocked, he watched as a man dressed in what looked like one of the Iron Man suits (the dark silver one he had stopped working on a while back) walked out of the smoke and debris, a sack over his shoulder.
"What the hell..." was all Tony could get out as he watched the figure in one of his suits fire the foot repulsors to shoot into the sky, flying right past all of the Avengers and Spider-Man on Tony's balcony, and into the city below.
"That's my tech!!!" Tony shouted, gesturing wildly after the man. "He just stole-- did you see that?! What the hell- JARVIS, GET ME MY SUIT."
"Right away, Sir."
"Sorry to cut the welcome party short, Webster, but that's my tech that just took off through the city streets and I'm getting it back." As he ran back inside to retrieve his suit from its holding place, he hid a disgruntled grimace and wondered if his newly-dubbed "friends" would be willing to help him out in this matter.
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Post by Peter "Spider-Man" Parker on Nov 14, 2012 9:46:57 GMT -5
hope dangles on a string, trace the moment fall forever Vindicated - - - - - Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man[style=margin-top: -10px; margin-right: -10px; border: #fff 1px dashed; padding: 5px; overflow: auto; width: 360px; height: 200px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9px; line-height: 15px; background-color: #0F0F0F; color:#8E8A8E;filter: alpha(opacity=50); -moz-opacity: .50; opacity:.50;] "I thought it was catchy..." if Tony could see under Peter's mask, he was pouting.
Well, hot damn. This was sure a party. He didn't want to point any fingers but what was it with gazillionaires and shitty security? You would think with all the high-tech doodads Tony had lying around he would have at least have a guard dog or something. "Well, this guy picked a bad day to do a B&E." he looked over to the group of seasoned heroes around him. Peter felt an intense need to prove himself to them, and decided to go after the stolen Iron Man suit. This was his perfect opportunity to show them first-hand what Spider-Man was made of. "I'll lend you a hand."
Spidey posed proudly. ".... Avengers Assemble! Sorry, I've always wanted to say that." Peter gushed inwardly, though thoroughly not regretting his outburst. How often was it that one got the chance to say that line in the appropriate context?! This was SO going on his blog! And he may or may not have had a camera set up in the corner taking silent pictures when this was going on, you know, for his wall (and the Bugle). Peter Parker lands an exclusive story, breaking news at Stark Tower- Jameson would have to give him that full-time position then!
It probably was some sort of hero team etiquette he had not yet heard of to wait before springing into action, but Peter was determined to prove himself to the Avengers (well, 4 out of six of them anyways). He shot a stream of webbing out and chased after the rogue Iron Man suit. Damn that thing was fast! "Oi! Tony, did you have to make the thing so well!? Ever heard of recycling?!" he called out jokingly. Peter operated best when he was loose and calm about a situation, being stressed or frustrated or angry had never helped him before. It was just the way he was.
"ATTENCION, PORFAVOR! TINMAN. PULLOVER!" Peter was able to catch up to the rogue suit and zipped into his line of flight, trying to hitch a ride. Lucky for him, he didn't splat across the windshield like most bugs. If the figure was the Tinman, what did that make him? The flying spider-monkey on his back? If he had one of Black Widow's taser-claws, maybe he could have disengaged the suit somehow, but for now Peter was clinging to the suit, trying to wrestle him to the ground somehow and away from the city.
_______Tag: Ah-ven-jerrs | Words: 442 | Lyrics: Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional | Outfit: Spidey suit! | Notes: Wolfie said to boot the post order and just try and get a post in when you can. TEMPLATE BY VIKA OF CAUTION.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2012 21:56:20 GMT -5
☆☆☆☆☆ Cap remained quiet while listening to everyone else conversing right now. He was thinking too much about Loki's recent attack on S.H.I.E.L.D. and The Avengers at the moment, because he just didn't feel comfortable knowing that Loki was back on Earth. Tony just blew off Loki's presence with his sarcastic ways, which was typical for the Iron Man, but being the leader of The Avengers, Cap felt highly responsible for what had transpired during the attack on New York.
Being the leader meant that you protect the ones you're leading and make sure to keep them safe, which consisted of the American people, because they looked up to Captain America who is a symbol of patriotism who leads America as it's Star Spangled Avenger, so he felt responsible for keeping them all safe from any attack, even if it is from an evil god. Cap had to help lead American soldiers to victory during the war, so he's carried responsibility with him threw time, plus saving Bucky and Natasha has gained him experience in being a trusted leader of a group he considers to be great friends. He has always wanted freedom and peace, two things that seem almost extinct in the modern world nowadays. Cap really did have too much on his mind, but he was a relic, a man out of time who's mind was often plagued by nostalgia, because of what has been going on lately with all his friends. Cap wanted Thor and Bruce back so the team would be complete again.
Cap glanced at everyone in the room, then locked eyes on Natasha who glanced back at him almost simultaneously, which he wasn't expecting to happen at all. It caused Cap to just cross his arms and give off a quick smirk to her, before focusing back on the conversing going on between them all. Most of it was joking between Spiderman and Tony, but suddenly an explosion occurred that caught Cap off guard.
The peaceful meeting quickly turned chaotic, as Tony darted over to the balcony and began yelling at someone below. Cap reacted quickly, as he seen Spiderman take off after the thief who quickly flew by them in an Iron Man suit carrying Tony's tech in a large sack. Tony was fast to turn around and give Cap a direct look of needing assistance. Tony and Cap may not get along all that much, but Cap was always willing to help Tony who he considered to be a great friend and ally.
Tony then hollered out to Jarvis to get his suit ready. Cap approached Tony, then spoke to him after his yelling subsided. "Stark, don't worry. We are going to assist you," Cap informed Tony, as he glanced at both Natasha and Clint hoping they would offer their assistance as well. "We will go round up the Quinjet and follow behind you and Spiderman." Cap insisted being the voice of reasoning in this hectic situation. WORDS 629 TAGGED SPIDERMAN & THE AVENGERS NOTES OORAH! TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0
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Post by Jessica "Spider-Woman" Drew on Dec 22, 2012 20:24:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true] Spider-Woman [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Enter a new Avenger. Jessica Drew, a.k.a Spider-Woman, ex member of H.Y.D.R.A and current member of S.W.O.R.D and the Avengers. Also… Jessica Drew was running incredibly late. How could she have gotten the memo so late? It was like someone was trying to make her not go. Surely H.Y.D.R.A’s claws didn’t reach as far as S.H.I.E.L.D, at least not far enough to mess with their tech. One of the names she had seen on the roster to go had been Captain Steve Rogers, God she hoped no one had told him who she had been in alliances with in the not so distant past. Last thing she really wanted to do was fight Captain America. She was running along the ledge of a building where she dove down, picking up enough speed and spreading her arms to catch the air under the webbing between her arms and torso. She glided through the air smoothly and easily, catching another building and repeating the same action, on her way to Stark Tower. That was when she heard quite the large ka-boom. She stopped on top of the head of a gargoyle on the corner of a building, lifting her mask to get a better look. She leaned forward a bit, seeing Iron Man streaking through the air quickly. Behind him a thin figure in comparison followed, clad in red and black. Spider-Man, she assumed. For an idle moment she wondered who came first the Man or the Woman? Guess she’d find out when she saw how old he was and when he got his powers.
A fear struck the pit of her stomach sharply, had he been another unfortunate experiment at the hands of H.Y.D.R.A? Jess really hoped not as she pushed off the gargoyle into another free fall. She was getting close to the web slinger and the man in the iron suit. Hopefully she would be seen as friend and not foe; she didn’t know who all would be here and who she had met. Maybe Clint would be here and would stick up for her some, though he hadn’t seen her in costume, the green electricity was a dead giveaway. Too late to turn back now, if she was going to be part of this team it was about time to suck it up and do it. Now, she was getting closer and seeing what was going on. Stark tech had escaped the facility, how? It had to be a manned suit so she better be careful if she dosed it with some electricity. As she was moving, her eyes locked on the tech as she made her approach, slowing down and catching up with it. She went to swing around to the back of the suit but saw it was already being ridden on. She flew using the currents made by the suit to keep up with it. ”We need to put this down somewhere safe!” She said over the whipping air to Spiderman. Her voice was clearly of British origins and quite crisp even in at this fast speed.
Jessica wanted to get it away from the main part of the city where real damage could be done. Now flying beside the blue lights of the rogue suit was a bright lime green light on her hands. ”Spidey, if you like not being a cooked spider you might want to let go!” Her hands rested on the chest of the suit and gave it a healthy charge, hopefully enough to take the suit down on top of the building they were over now. This was about to hurt, wasn’t it? She hated the hurt. Jess tried to fall to the side, but she couldn’t get the momentum back. ”Oh lovely.” She murmured, seeing the brick wall coming toward her faster and faster. She put her hands out to try to stop her from crashing into it; hopefully she wouldn’t break any bones. ”Oi, web-head! Might be able to use a bit of a lift!” She shouted, seeing the wall coming closer and closer. It wouldn’t kill her that was sure. Part of her wouldn’t blame Spiderman if he didn’t risk losing the suit to help her. Because of that thought, she remained braced for impact. She really hated this part, no amount of reflexes or speed was going to get her out of this one.
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"Let's face it. This is not the worst thing you've caught me doing."
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Post by Tony "Iron Man" Stark on Jan 4, 2013 14:03:19 GMT -5
What are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, but here they come again to jack my style [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 8a8a8a; opacity: .7; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;]
The suit did not register Spider-Man's presence until the bug had made physical contact. Once he was on the suit's back, the helmet turned to glance at Spider-Man. When it glanced back down... there was another person hanging onto the bottom of it. Hands were on its chest and--
ZAP!
At first the attack seemed to work as the eyes of the suit and the arc reactor in front shorted out, but after plummeting only a few feet, the eyes and arc reactor lit back up and the suit hovered in place. It seemed to almost smile at the would-be heroes before the rockets in its feet fired up even hotter and brighter than before, and it shot like a bullet straight through the city, weaving around and between buildings, over cars, under bridges- anything to lose its pursuers. It seemed the electricity from Spider-Woman hadn't caused it to lose power, but instead had super-charged its system.
Meanwhile, back on Stark Tower, Tony'd been interrupted by Cap.
"Stark, don't worry. We are going to assist you," said the Captain.
Tony's expression didn't change. It was still the same, frustrated look as he thought, Oh, I'm counting on it.
After Rogers had given the other Avengers their orders, Tony turned back to his suit, which had risen out of the floor in its own clear, glass case. "Whoever that is, they're obviously smart enough to get past my security measures and operate the suit, so don't take them lightly. And please," he continued as he stepped into his newest Iron Man suit, the helmet clicking down over his head, "Don't roast it. Those things take forever to make."
Okay. So, maybe that wasn't exactly true. In fact, Tony could pretty much make an Iron Man suit whenever he felt like it... and usually did. But still. Someone was stealing his tech? That pissed him off.
"I'll tail him. Keep in contact so I can let you know where he's heading." Tony said to Rogers before jumping off of the balcony and into the air. Firing up his repulsors, he went after the rogue suit.
[I'll control the rogue suit. Because I haz plans. >:3]
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do not steal
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