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Tweak says, "Nevermore."

ｐａｎｔｈｅｒ (kingly) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2019-08-01 08:19:00

Entry tags:

-gamewide plot, bobbi morse, bruce banner, bucky barnes, carol danvers, christine palmer, clint barton, darcy lewis, drax, hope van dyne, jane foster, natasha romanoff, nick fury, pepper potts, peter parker, peter quill, sam wilson, scott lang, sif, stephen strange, steve rogers, t'challa, tony stark, wanda maximoff

Who: Various Avengers, SHIELD employees, and civilians!
What: Dealing with floods
When: Right now
Where: Aaaall aroooound the woooorld~
Rating: Green but with violence and lotsa water

Plot Outline & Teams

THINGS TO NOTE:

• In order to hit multiple locations at once, our villainess of the week (former-and-somewhat-current) HYDRA baddie Candice Lee has scattered various remote boxes connected to the trident from her central location. She is able to control the functions of the trident and the boxes they are connected to from there - hence the floods that occur around the world.

• Candy has sent her henchmen to each location to man the boxes. The henchmen won't be too difficult to take on - they're sort of a dumber offshoot of HYDRA. Think neckbeards and red hats with H.A.T.E. on them which actually stands for 'HYDRA Authoritarian Troop Enforcement' because why the hell not? Destroy the boxes, contain the floods, wipe up spills with paper towels, do whatever you want to the henchmen - there will be plenty for our heroes to fight!

• ENJOY!

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kingly
2019-08-13 02:29 pm UTC (link)

Bojo Beach was usually quite beautiful, T’Challa thought. It was clean, pristine, with gentle golden-hued sand and cool water that lapped at toes like fizzy brine. Today, however? It seemed angry - everything about the location seemed tumultuous. There was a storm raging, screaming beneath the darkness of the clouds. Gulls were being tossed like paper, flashes of white in the grey as they struggled against the heavy wind; the sky was slicked with lacquer, blotting out the sun entirely, waves crashing down and jarring the bones of those who scrambled for safety. However, there were still people trapped out on the water.

And there was a box responsible for this whole mess, a box to find and destroy.

The rescue boat they’d arrived in was an efficient, vibranium-constructed aide - more were driven remotely from Wakanda, both here and in Venice where the main concern was beachgoers being rowed to shore in a boat that had no engine carefully protected from the elements, and could tip quite easily. King T’Challa was one cat who disliked water (as most cats did), but he would prevail.

“Do you need me to go out on the rescue boat with you, my friend?” he asked Steve, who he assumed was a Super Swimmer in addition to a Super Soldier. “Otherwise, I will look for the box. Stay in contact either way though,” he added into his comm device. The panther habit was obviously waterproof, but still - this storm was intense no matter which way you turned.

Steve, like T’Challa, was a rock in the wind and rain. It looked easy, but with as unrelenting as this storm was even Captain America was beginning to feel worn down some. But people needed him. He just braced himself and let that soldier stubbornness fill him up. His stoicism renewed as he considered T’Challa’s question. Splitting up had its merits, but staying together meant having someone to cover your back. It was damn hard to see far in this.

Steve took a deep breath through his nose then let it out. “No,” he answered. “We don’t have time to waste and can cover more ground if we split up.” He turned to look at T’Challa. “It wouldn’t be the first time I ended up in the drink.” The war had put him in the weirdest circumstances sometimes. “If you find the box let me know and I’ll have them bring me back.”

“Indeed, I assumed it was not the first time for you,” T’Challa chuckled grimly. The box needed to be found as soon as possible in order to stop this torrential downpour - but for the love of Bast, it really was difficult to see. On the shore he could make out splashes of red mixed in with the sleet of grey but he was unaware of what that possibly could be. Only one way to find out.

He hit the ground running, eyes on his surroundings and ears attuned to the various comm channels - both to Steve out on the boat, and the ones sharing info back in New York. He also had Shuri on a channel as well, since she was driving one of the boats. But the red, he discovered, were actually men - they seemed to be all congregated together. Guarding something - guarding the box?

Unfortunately, he couldn’t get there on his own. It would be a two-person job. “There’s something further up the beach,” he told Steve. “I’m coming back to meet you, then we can head that way.”

Sloshing in waist-deep waves (catshatewatercatshatewatercatshatewater), he added, “Release the rope,” and reached out to help pull the boat safely to shore with an oomph of enhanced strength.

They had hauled some people out of the drink. Some were in better shape than others. The boat was, fortunately, on the way back to pass them off to the ground emergency crew when T’Challa gave the call. Steve had to lift his voice as he replied. “On my way!”

Instead of tossing the rope to T’Challa Steve jumped the rail himself, rope in hand. Together...with Steve soaked from head to toe...they pulled the boat in. Once the rescue crew had things in hand he gave T’Challa a nod. “Lead the way.”

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kingly
2019-08-13 02:30 pm UTC (link)

The help was much appreciated, since that boat was heavy and bobbing along in the swelling sea like a child’s bathtub toy - it was packed full of people too, of course, but then they were all safely out of harm’s way and T’Challa could breathe at least a little sigh of relief. No one would be drowning on his watch.

“I know this sounds insane but I think the hostiles are wearing...red hats?” he told Steve as they began to trek further up the beach. And the further they went, the more the air was thick with the taste of salt. “They are presumably guarding the box, but we’ll keep an eye out for - “

Keep an eye out for them, yes, but it turned out to be not that difficult at all. The red hats swarmed them, and T’Challa pulled free the sonic spear from where it was strapped to his back. Splat was the sound made from contact, because everything was soaking wet and he’d just bashed an attacker with the weapon - what he would give for some dry land at this point. Attempting to find one’s footing on damp sand was quite difficult but they would prevail.

“Red?” Steve gave T’Challa a slightly amused look. “I thought bad guys were supposed to wear black hats.” He wasn’t actually looking for an answer. He just followed along with T’Challa to….only get surrounded.

T’Challa’s target may have gone Splat, but the two guys Steve hit with his shield let out with shouts of pain. When he got it back a third got bashed off his feet. “You sure these guys have the box?”

“They must,” T’Challa sounded flabbergasted, because he could hardly believe it - but idly listening over the comm channels, he heard similar tidbits from other locations.

They didn’t appear to be too intelligent, but they were carrying weapons - stun batons and, of course, firearms. A spray of bullets was aimed at T’Challa but upon contact with the panther habit they just fell to the ground rather than in him; the energy of the projectile was absorbed, same with the energy when the spear made contact with a body.

He tapped the spear on the ground and a bubble of kinetic energy ballooned out, like a shockwave, knocking some of the others off their feet. Then he just grabbed one of the guns that had dislodged from the slippery grip of a red-hat man, pointing it at his face. T’Challa didn’t plan to fire it (guns were ridiculous and utterly primitive), but it seemed to bring results and he and Steve didn’t have time to play around.

“Where is the box??”

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kingly
2019-08-13 02:30 pm UTC (link)

“Fuck you, Sylvester!” The neckbeard was trying to be cheeky.

Steve glanced back at T’Challa then mouthed the word Sylvester with a blatant question on his face. He didn’t get the reference. Meanwhile, he finished what T’Challa had started, knocking their opponents out with his shield before they could regain their feet. Those that didn’t fall the first time were put down with a sweep of their legs by either Steve’s foot or the shield.

What in the name of the goddesses did that mean? T’Challa glanced back at Steve with an equally bewildered expression because, no, he didn’t understand the reference either. It didn’t really matter, he supposed.

“Useless,” T’Challa growled out of exasperation. The end of the spear glowed electric blue, and he let loose with a sonic blast that enveloped the last remaining red hat fellow in an equally blue illumination before he crumpled to the ground. He’d be out for awhile.

Apparently these others would too - after being shield bashed. “Nice work,” he told Steve. “Perhaps headquarters has some info, so we do not have to dig up the whole bach - Natasha?” he spoke into his comm device. Or Pepper was also there, with Darcy. Surely someone would have a tidbit of something.

”Ah…” came Pepper’s voice over the comm. ”This is Pepper. We have a location on the box closest to you. Heading southeast of your position. Fifty yards. There’s a refreshment stand on the beach.”

“Thanks, Pep.” Steve really wanted to ask how everyone else was doing but there would be time for that later. Right now it would just be a distraction. He looked off into the direction they’d been given. “So we go play demolition with a refreshment stand?” He gestured for T’Challa into motion.

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kingly
2019-08-13 02:31 pm UTC (link)

“Many thanks, Pepper,” T’Challa added, since that information was invaluable. He was one very water-logged cat and it was not his favorite way to be. “The poor refreshment stand,” he chuckled in response to Steve’s question.

But it wasn’t far off - a hut on the smaller side, one with a thatched roof and stocked with cold drinks, various juice cocktails. It was desolate and empty now, however, since anyone manning the station had run off when the storm hit. T’Challa headed that way, not even thinking twice about pulling up the front window and hopping inside the tiny building (if it could even be called that), looking around for what they needed. “If you see the box, just bash it.”

Maybe they could get away with destroying only the box and not the sole, lonely drink option on the whole beach.

“You do like the shield bashing thing, huh?” Their easy banter was a familiar thing for Steve. He’d had that with Bucky and the rest of the Howling Commandos. Oddly, it could help keep him focused on the challenge at hand instead of allowing his imagination to run with what could go wrong.

Looking through cabinets, shelves, drawers, etc. Steve happened upon the box inside one of the coolers, shoved into the ice among otter pops and popsickles. “Found it!” It was too small for the shield to fit. Steve had to pull it out then break it with the edge of the shield. It was almost deafening when the storm outside suddenly just stopped.

“Huh.” Steve blinked then looked back to T’Challa. “You’re dripping.”

“So are you,” T’Challa grinned cheekily - it was out of pure relief though, and also with a touch of thank everything the storm stopped. “We are both drowned rats. I do not think it is a good look for either of us.”

The sun was emerging after the storm, however, and it was a beautiful sight - T’Challa stepped outside the hut to have a look, admiring the yellow yolk in the sky and the way the rays poured out brilliant orange and gold onto the horizon. And the red hats. They were scattered all over the sand, unconscious - some stirred awake, and T’Challa hoped that the headache from the sunlight pierced their eyeballs something fierce.

He turned his comm channels, speaking to both NYC headquarters and Wakanda. “Box destroyed. We will help clean up here and then head home.” Maybe a hot shower in between all that too. And then he never wanted to deal with this menace trident ever again.

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	NYC HQ Team - Nat & Open blackwidowbite 2019-08-21 01:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Acknowledged." There was a pause. "The other locations are slowly being contained as we speak. We'll let you know if anything else happens. Hope you dry out quickly," Natasha said with dry humor. She imagined they'd all been washed around quite a bit by the water. (Replies frozen) (Parent)

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