Rooms

[Ring ring!]

[Locked to Bruce W]
[About a half hour after ending her conversation with Eddie.] Comm? Do you still have one? [She includes her comm frequency.]

[Sharon/Rocket]

Consider this just pure, non-intellectual curiosity. What exactly are we looking for in patient(s) zero?

[Peter knew he was probably infected. He knew he might have also swung around all of New York, making it infected, too. He kept thinking about the little old ladies he saved from crosswalks and the kids who nearly fell out of trees and wondered if they were dead now because of him. So much guilt weighed heavy on Peter. About this about Gwen about Harry about MJ. It didn't stop. It never, ever could.]

[Still, he put on his best Spider-Man face when he picked up Jack and swung him to Stark Tower. He was wearing a noticeably new (well no he made it a while ago at the labs) mask that resembled something Darth Vader would wear if he was trying to cosplay as Spidey. Paaaahhhhhhhrrrrr-HOOOOM went the mask every time he breathed and it would have been funny if it weren't for the circumstances. Once they got to the Tower and began going through all the JARVIS fussing and cleaning.]

Sorry about the mask. [Paaaahhhhhhhrrrrr-HOOOOM.] It's an Ock prototype, I swear. [Paaaahhhhhhhrrrrr-HOOOOM.] Okay I lied I totally made this because I thought it would look cool. [Paaaahhhhhhhrrrrr-HOOOOM.]

[Spidey seemed to have a hard time standing around and when the doors finally opened up to the lab, he jetted out ahead, already climbing the walls again.] Gwenny? [Paaaahhhhhhhrrrrr-HOOOOM.]

[Ring.]

Who: Loki (narrative)
What: Sometimes gods get the sniffles too.
Where: Loki's rooms in a hotel downtown.
When: After the outbreak.
Warnings/Rating: Norse god freakouts, daddy issues.

( He had sometimes been sick when he was very young, as one would expect from the runt of the litter. )

[In the midst of the chaos breaking out in the city, there is an unusual crime downtown which still merits coverage. A man was thrown with great force through the window of a popular downtown hotel, and witnesses swear up and down that the person at the window was none other than member of the intergalactic most wanted, Loki.

He disappeared immediately after the murder, and authorities found the top floor of the hotel bare when they arrived, so there are only witness statements and the unusually deep burns on the man's chest to corroborate their story. As for the victim, he was a sixty year old man and multiple felon, mostly for breaking and entering - not exactly a typical target for a supervillain.]

[Locked - RELUCTANTLY - To Lily Evans]

Hey, Gingey.

[Locked - ENTHUSIASTICALLY - To Harry Potter and Teddy Lupin]

Come on boyos, I'm going to corrupt the both of you. As is my duty.

[Locked to Luke H]
[From the Mansion grounds.]

I told you so Did you see the news?

[Luke H, Wren H]

Your friend Jack is at Stark Tower. He came in with someone who was infected so they are likely watching him for symptoms. I'm not yet sure of any details. I will let you know when I do find out.

I'm not sure if I was supposed to share that with you, but I know you've been looking for him.

[Locked to self]
Carol
James
Selina
Wanda
Sam
Peter
Jack
Gwen(?)

Loki

[Locked to Selina K]
[In terrible, and fast writing.]

Selina -

[From Seven's house, in his bedroom.]

i'm pretty sure she's in the hallway. i heard voices. a fight. there's a lock on the bedroom door, but i don't know how long it'll hold. closet? try and jump out the window? i could do that, right? she couldn't follow me like that. i don't think she could follow me.

[After coming home and finding the front door wide open, with her keys in the lock and her bag sitting in the hallway. Her journal isn't among her things or in her bedroom, so he assumes she has it on her.]

Where the hell are you????

[Wren H]

Please tell me you're not in the city.

[Lin A]

Different door. Right?

[Preston R]

I thought alien invasion was enough.

[Comm: Carol D./Jess D.]

[After this.] ...He's in Central Park.

[Private to Billy K. and Wanda M.]

Get to Central Park. We're getting the Skrull.

[Locked to "Seven"]

Hey, hi, you don't know me, are you a friend of Liam's?

ETA [Locked to Selina K]
[After this.]

Selina?

[Locked to Loki]
[After this.]

Brother Loki?

[Avengers comm, transcribed to Avengers lock on journals]

Status.

[Locked to Bruce B, Steve R, Sharon C]
[After receiving any blood that's been collected to this point, including the samples Ms. Carter sent from the labs.]

I have my first set of results in, and I'm not finding anything anomalous in the blood. I'm not seeing any indicators of illness in the blood at all, outside of normal mutation markers for the mutants, or previously known illness from the other test groups. I'm not even seeing cellular degradation that matches up with the increasing number of deaths reported by the CDC. Are you seeing anything, Doctor Banner?

But that isn't what concerns me. It's the samples that came to me first, from Ms. Carter and the labs. None of those compounds are similar to each other. One is viral, one is a bacterial agent, two are widely varying toxins. All are airborne delivery, and they all contain components which could lead to hallucination, but they're not simple compounds to generate treatment for, and some of the components are unknown, and there are four different variants.

Focusing on a vaccine might be more efficacious, which isn't what anyone wants to hear. I'm sending you what I have Doctor Banner. I don't think anyone should come into my lab after today.

[The well-heeled regiment of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents followed behind Captain America, ushering those afflicted to the nearest clutter of impromptu clinics and quadrants of quarantine zones, and helping those who were only victims, dragged from their studio apartments by brain-swollen neighbors in the middle of the night; they were brought back inside, where the agents showed them how to barricade the door with household objects (look at this dresser!), passed out rations, told them to sit tight, and keep their radios on. They doused fires, literal and figurative. They moved as a unit, cutting swathes through the decay of entropic chaos that engulfed the city in its seedy gullet, each man and woman with a S.H.I.E.L.D. badge as well-trained and equipped as a good ten or so ordinary men. They were highly effective—for the moment—and though they slowed Steve down, he was glad for them.

The Avengers and their cohorts were scattered, leaves to the yellow, sickly breath of wind that swept through the closed teeth of skyscrapers and tenements and wrought destruction in its wake, cavities souring in pockets every step of the way. Everyone was trying, doing their part, or they had taken ill. But it wasn't enough.

So, Steve had stolen Sharon away from S.H.I.E.L.D. He'd taken her to Stark Tower, her men in tow.

So far not one of them had shown any symptoms of the sickness, but the man, shield high, wasn't taking any chances. The paper masks strapped over the faces in rank behind him likely did nothing, but they did make everyone feel like they were doing something more than hoping, and Steve figured that counted for something.

The green carpet of Central Park unrolled, un ugly welcome mat freckled with the stains of humanity lost in the acrid brightness of its own fear, scorched earth and blood-soaked. Steve and the agents fanned out, over toppled park benches and iron fences crushed under lost cars, looking for survivors, for anyone who needed help as the sun set and night fell, backlit by thousands of fires raging around the city of New York.]