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Wicked (totes_wicked) wrote in oh_marvelous,
@ 2012-05-13 20:07:00

Entry tags:

z: om1: !closed, z: om1: affiliation: s.h.i.e.l.d., z: om1: affiliation: secret warriors, z: om1: character: wicked, z: om1: event: hydra zombie virus, z: om1: location: avengers tower, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: alexander aaron, z: om1: past character: ben urich

Grab mum, kill Phil, get Liz, go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint
Characters:Wicked, Alex and anyone else in the Tower.
Setting: Avengers Tower
Content: Nothing questionable
Summary: Why slum it when you have rich friend?

If this was the end of humanity, The Tower was a perfect place to stay. It was high up, protected, and well stocked. The fact that it was as gorgeous as ever didn’t hurt either. As far as apocalypse shelters went this was not a bad set up and she wished she had thought of it sooner. If Alex and Tony could behave themselves it’d be perfect but she didn’t hold out hope. As for her own relationship with Tony she wasn’t particularly looking forward to any other lingering questions he had for her.

She figured Nick had bigger problem than dealing with one of his secrets getting leaked so she wasn’t too concerned with getting in trouble just yet. When this was all over she was probably in for the ass-kicking of her life. But right now she was eating left over cocktail olives from Stark’s bar and sharpening her now clean machete. Nick had to understand, it wasn't just about the shower or the food. It was about reaching some level of normality even if it was hunkering down with a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist.

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	outofpoptarts 2012-05-14 02:30 am UTC (link)
	Alex had come more out of spite than genuine desire, and even safe in what was likely the most secure tower in all of New York he still hadn't unstrapped Grasscutter from his back. "Really? We come all the way here and olives are what you go for? What, you couldn't find any caviar?" he asked, plucking one out and tasting it, making a face. (Reply to this) (Thread)

thebesthack
2012-05-14 02:35 am UTC (link)

"There isn't any," a voice said from the common room doorway. Ben stared at the newcomers with wary interest, wondering what their stories were. Maybe two more strays come here for the false sense of safety or because, like him, they had nowhere else to go. He'd been talking to everyone he could, getting their stories. It was a way to keep himself feeling sane. He wrote it all down in hopes that maybe, someday, when this was all over if things got back to normal he could write a piece on it. They'd put it in papers and magazines and in twenty years, maybe even ten, people would look back on the tragedy through the haze of time that smudged everything and made it seem like a movie, like it had happened to someone else. Ben hoped that someday all of this would feel distant and unreal.

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totes_wicked
2012-05-14 02:47 am UTC (link)

She rolled her eyes at Alex's comment. "If I close my eyes I can taste the martini."

The interruption jerked her out of the conversation and she hopped down from the bar Machete in hand and four or five spirits behind her. Not a zombie but no one she knew. She expected Happy or Pepper she wasn't expecting this guy and his vast knowledge of what was in the fridge.

"How do you know?"

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	outofpoptarts 2012-05-14 03:06 am UTC (link)
	Alex had a gun trained on the stranger the moment he spoke, eyes narrowed, and then slowly lowering it. "How about poptarts?" he asked, head tilting calmly, as though he hadn't just pointed a firearm at the man. "Or whatever else goes into a martini," he added, with a smirk spared for Wicked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thebesthack
2012-05-15 01:59 am UTC (link)

"Uh-" Ben said, frozen in place the second their weapons came out. Well, weapons and whatever the hell those things were behind the girl. They looked like ghosts or something. Ben was tired of seeing and enduring grotesque and horrible things and he wanted to be afraid of the girl with the ghosts and the kid with the gun but he just couldn't find it in him. He really was just tired of it. So instead, he was calm, laughably calm. He even shrugged.

"I think there's poptarts. Not much by way of liquor, though. Sorry." He paused, thinking it over. Maybe the girl would set her ghosts on him if he didn't provide. "I can't try to make you something, though."

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	totes_wicked 2012-05-15 03:25 am UTC (link)
	"Gin and Dry Vermouth!I've taught you nothing." She grumbled. Turning her attention back at the stranger and tilted her head. He seemed surprised by the weapons so she was sure he wasn't confrontational but his calm reaction was only making her more skeptical. "Great, but that still doesn't tell me who you are or what you're doing here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	outofpoptarts 2012-05-16 12:20 am UTC (link)
	"Guys don't drink martini's," Alex countered, sheathing his gun. He offered Ben a smile though, at the promise of poptarts. "Who cares who he is, he cooks," he said with a wide grin, "And he knows where to find poptarts. This man is my new best friend. That's who he is." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thebesthack
2012-05-18 09:48 pm UTC (link)

"James Bond drinks martinis, shaken not stirred," Ben pointed out because as surreal as this situation was making a pop culture reference seemed like a perfectly normal thing to do. He wasn't going to burst the kids bubble and mention that making drinks and pop tarts didn't qualify as cooking because it was clearly a skill that the warrior child valued and probably would keep him alive for awhile or at the very least bullet-free. The girl was still, obviously, a problem so Ben smiled at the kid and then turned the smile, a little warily, on his companion.

"Ben Urich. Iron Man rescued me from-" he waved vaguely, "A situation. I've had nowhere else to go so here I am."

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	totes_wicked 2012-05-20 07:53 pm UTC (link)
	If Alex was cool with Ben then she'd put put the whole thing to bed. She put her weapon away and the ghosts faded away. Ben's name sounded familiar so maybe his story wasn't full of shit. "You better not be lying about those pop tarts. He freakin' loves those things." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	outofpoptarts 2012-05-20 11:21 pm UTC (link)
	"Well I'll let you know when he shows up." He grinned, rolling his eyes good naturedly and waving back. "Alex," he supplied, "And this is Wicked." He grinned at her assessment, nodding eagerly, "Haven't had one in weeks." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thebesthack
2012-05-21 02:56 am UTC (link)

Wicked was an apt name, too apt. He couldn't get the image of those ghost things out of his head and he really wanted to ask but maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Maybe he should get them fed and get the girl some liquor before he criticized her strange choice of friends in conversation. He went behind the bar and made something quickly for Wicked and then gestured for the pair to follow him into the kitchen where he raided the pantry (he and it were well acquainted by now) for the promised box of poptarts that he then tossed to the kid. That settled he took a seat at the table in the breakfast nook and waited for them to join him. "So..." he began, idly, and pulled a notebook from his pants pocket. "Whats your story, kids?"

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	totes_wicked 2012-05-22 01:15 am UTC (link)
	She finished off her drink and gave a side glance at Alex. Her mouth had gotten them into enough trouble and she wasn't going to go blabbing to a complete stranger, especially one suspiciously prepared for interviews. "Not a kid for one thing; twenty-two as of three weeks ago. Are you keeping a survivor journal or something?" (Reply to this) (Parent)