Rooms

[Right after this, and before meeting Bucky re: Clint.]

[Locked to Bucky B]
Buck—I could use your help. I'm [...] not feeling well, but a couple people, likely infected, need assistance. [He jots in the address.] Can you get the antitoxin to them, maybe get them somewhere someone will care for them?

[Locked to Preston R]
We found Saint.

ETA: [Locked to Thor]
[A forward of this.]

[X-Mansion]

Is everyone well? There is a lot of work happening right now. and a lot of talk

[Steve R]

Captain Rogers, how are you?

[Preston R]

Hello, Preston.

[Erik L]

Hello.

[Wanda M]

Hello, my dear.

[locked to jim g.]

I have nothing on Ra's. There is something, but no one will talk.

[locked to damian w.]

Damian?

[Locked to Sara L]

Just checking in.

Hal said I should check in with you in regards to the Marvel door and trying to be helpful, if they need it.

Who: Lily Evans & Severus Snape
What: Talking.
Where: Slytherin dungeons.
When: Now.
Warnings: Nah.

[Descend a staircase and pass through the corridor, through the damp smell of stone and the metallic chill that pervaded any underground dungeon that was worth its spooky lore. It was the middle of summer, and Lily wore sleeves. She'd never had much of a purpose in coming down to the Slytherin Common Room, although it seemed silly to avoid it now since this year's Head Girl business was bound to include all of the castle. She'd never ventured into the other common rooms(it seemed rather invasive didn't it?), and she had no intention of starting now, with the snake den. Rather, she would only stand in the corridor, and she would speak the words that she carefully recited on her way down the dungeon stairs. Words that were meticulously written on parchment earlier, words that were x'd out in frustration and began anew with determination. Lily would speak words that were polite, but dignified. She would give instructions to Severus for while she was away, and it would be an extension of kindness to the rival house -- something that would certainly be expected of a Head Girl.

Just because Severus was prejudiced and rude, that didn't mean that Lily should lapse on her responsibilities. Truly heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Lily came a stop before the Slytherin common room door, and she straightened the cuffs of her sleeves before knocking three times. She would talk to Sev like he was any fellow student, and not like he was a friend who'd cruelly betrayed her.]

[With things calming down post the infection of the toxin, Clint had time to get his apartment straightened up. It took some doing to clean up what Jo had done in her toxin fear induced state, but he was able to get it cleaned up nonetheless. It wasn't until he had finished that he noticed something was amiss. The SIM card that had been in his pocket during Jo's attempt to unpossess him was gone. He searched everywhere for it in his apartment and was coming up empty. He frowned. Someone had taken it. And he knew it hadn't been Jo. She hadn't been in her right state of mind for it. Which left only one person.

Barnes.

Somehow he had gotten ahold of the SIM card from his pocket. It was only a matter of time now before he was found out. He had to move. Before the others recovered enough to come after him. He quickly packed a mission bag, grabbed his bow, and slipped out of the apartment and using the still confused streets to melt away. Hopefully Natasha would be too distracted with her kid recovering to come after him. He wasn't worried about Barnes or Rogers. Neither knew him. He wasn't from the same world as Barnes and Rogers he had deduced that they had barely been on a few missions together. No. The biggest threat to him was Natasha. She knew him. Knew his safe houses and how he thought and worked given how long they had been partners.

He continued on his way, heading for his safe house near Coney Island where he had stayed all those years ago when he had been a carny before the military and SHIELD.]

[Jo H/Clint B]
How you feeling Jo? Better?

[Loki]
With the chaos of the toxin, Barnes got his hands on one of the SIM cards I had yet to destroy that had a conversation of us talking on it. With people still recovering and SHIELD and the Avengers short handed I've taken the time to go before they could apprehend me.

[Natasha R]
How are you and your kid?

[During a brief interlude of wakefulness, without looking at anything on the journals.]

[Locked to Robert B]
Are you beating yourself up for everyone you couldn't save?

[Locked to Helena W]
Thank you, kitten.