Rooms

[Steve wanted to be in the room with her, because he thought he owed her that, the news he was breaking. But it was out of the question. He understood that. Her blood, the scientists said, was host to more toxins than a woman ought be able to walk around with, growing in organic urban sprawl throughout, burbling death under skin, bone, fascia, muscle in ugly, geographic strata.—Instead of face-to-face, they would meet separated by sealed glass, inches thick, the room containing him antiseptic in silver, the room containing her the same, but with a flood of heavy lights recessed in the ceiling above, creating the small explosion of stars in eyes that caught reflections.

It took time to prepare. He had to be decontaminated for the hundredth time in a week, and a small hazmat suit in stark white had been sized for him by the tight-lipped CDC doctors busy upstairs in the laboratories. He had to figure out how to put the thing on, then be checked for holes or tears. Only then was he allowed into the privacy of the interrogation room separated by glass.

Becky had been given time to recover. She'd been given bland, porridge gray scrubs. She was fed three times a day through a dispenser, as no one could come in contact with her.

Not wanting to keep her in the dark any longer as to why she was being held, Steve sat in a four-legged chair bent abstract, on the other side of that pane, the comms set up to project into her cell as he spoke from within the suit. He folded his hands in his lap, small shoulders stooped forward as he earnestly spoke.] Ma'am?

[Locked to Bruce W]
Mr. Wayne, I think it's time for Selina to go home.

[Locked to Dick G + Bruce W + Eddie N]
In case you haven't seen Dr. Banner's post, we're good on opening the doors again. You can tell your people. All that I ask is that you submit to a shot of the antitoxin. Know that it may carry side effects. Thank you for all your help.

[After this and this.]

He is made of screaming. Wrenched and twisted metal doesn't glow hot but it should, presses the smell of burnt skin against the inside of his nostrils, and there is the trickle of blood that flows over the hollow of his cheek. He's there, slumped against the fractured window of his truck's cab as the glass spider-webs out from the spot where his temple has slammed through, and he's somewhere between unconsciousness and the tin-can clatter of fired bullets on the other end of an imaginary line.

Doesn't matter that Marta hasn't actually been shot, because all that he knows is a dark-haired girl with a foul mouth and a streak of bad luck and a hole in her chest. So he's there, and the only movement that runs through the length of his frame is a seizure: just a few seconds, just a writhing bolt of neural electricity and there is light-pink blood foaming at the corner of his mouth. Blood pooling in his lap. Coagulating against the back of his tongue like a thick, wet clot of copper.

[Batfam and JL]

They found a cure for the Crane toxin and are opening the door back up. I'm going over to Marvel for a few days to help with recovery efforts. You know how to get in touch with me.

Who: Iris
What: Starting a new life
Where: Gotham
When: Now
Warnings/Rating: Some talk of injury. Job hunting.

( She felt like her own life was sand slipping through her fingers, and for once she was doing her best to keep it all held close )

[Locked to Shane Alexander]

[A smaller and slightly rougher version of this]

[Text to Sam Alexander]

- I'd like to ask you something if you have a moment.


[Locked to the women who were in Zombieland]

I was wondering if any of you were interested in having a drink. I don't know about anyone else, but I could definitely use a drink.

[locked to bruce b.]

I thought you should know that Selina's been brought back to Gotham, and she's in good hands. Thank you for everything, Dr. Banner. Let me know if there's anything else I can do.

[locked to helena w.]

Helena?

I'M TRYING REALLY HARD NOT TO PANIC BUT Has anyone seen or heard from Tim or Diana?

My calls to them aren't going through.

[Upon waking, from her lab.]

[Locked to Tony S & Steve R]
Is it okay if Jason comes to visit, sir(s), and is someone looking for Pete?

[Locked to Jason T]
Are you coming to help with clean-up, James Dean?

Who: Holly Robinson & Damian Wayne
What: Company & deliberate, teenager-y not thinking about imminent death in other doors.
When: Recent. Prior to announcement about anti-toxin.
Where: Bat-Manor.
Status: Incomplete

( Holly Robinson liked distraction )

[After this and this. (I was asleep. Pretend this was earlier.)]

[Locked to non-infected Avengers+, incl. Alison V]
Ms. Kyle has returned to the DC door, and Becky L, Crane's girlfriend, has been turned over to the proper authorities, so that's out of our hands and into those of the people. Everyone needs to take time to recuperate, once we get our own stragglers into Stark Tower and given the antitoxin. And if you haven't had it yourselves, please come and get it.

Drew, what's the situation on Parker?

Romanoff, on Danvers?

I feel like death warmed over...

Who: Sharon Carter
What: Narrative - Waking up from the haze
Where: Her temporary room at Stark Tower
When: Earlier today while I was at Disneyland meeting Thor.
Warnings: None really that I can think of.

( It's still my birthday for fifteen minutes. - its not my birthday by the time I posted it BUT IT COUNTS OKAY? )