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Tweak says, "I don't slice!"

Moderator (avengers__mod) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2019-01-28 19:08:00

Entry tags:

-gamewide plot, -open thread, bucky barnes, clint barton, gamora, hope van dyne, loki odinson, natasha romanoff, nick fury, peggy carter, pepper potts, peter parker, scott lang, stephen strange, steve rogers, valkyrie, wanda maximoff

Who: Open to all, including narratives
What: When fandoms attack!
When: a Sunday afternoon
Rating: ???

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cant_miss
2019-01-30 04:13 am UTC (link)

Clint knew quiet. There was a certain stillness that came on the farm in midwinter. An almost absence of sound when the snow was heavy on ground, absorbing everything. Clint would pour his coffee in the morning, wrap an arm around Laura, and in the precious few moments before one of his kids started screaming, he'd look out over the silent world.

This was that kind of quiet. Except he wasn't on the farm. This was Manhattan. He set down his pizza slice.

When things go to hell you find someone to watch your back. Head to a safe spot. And from here that was Fury's.

The walk over was...interesting. Ducking around corners, avoiding crowds of shambling undead. He had to drive his dagger into the skull of one, which oozed some foul black liquid down his arm. That was gross. He texted Fury when he arrived, smearing goo across his phone screen.

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_shieldless_
2019-02-01 04:04 am UTC (link)

Steve had been working through his list of things he should try when everything around him changed. His chair clattered backward as he bolted to his feet. The apartment seemed to have aged decades before his eyes. There was no doubt about it, something was amiss, and the only thing he could think of was the Time stone. And one other thing...

"...Peggy."

For the first time since he'd returned Steve grabbed up his shield. The rest of his gear was at Stark's, but the lack of a uniform had never stopped him before. He burst out of the apartment, vaulted the railing of the staircase to rush outside.

The scene he was met with outside was straight out of a nightmare. Rotting corpses moving around in jerking motions and making the worse sounds Steve had ever heard. And they were lurching toward him. Well, there was no time like the present to get back into the saddle.

Steve's shield flew, tore through rotting torsos, smashed in putrid skulls all while he made ground for himself. Rounding a corner he saw a familiar figure. One the ground, pulling itself forward one of the dead reached for an unprotected leg. Steve ran forward, up the back to the top of a car from which he leaped into the air only to come down, shield edge first, onto the back of the neck of the foul thing. The head broke free from the body with a sickening crunch.

Steve stood up panting for breath then swiped a hand across his shield. "Hey, Clint."

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vibraniarm
2019-02-02 06:17 am UTC (link)

Had he not had so many awful night terrors in his life, Bucky would have thought this was another one. Some bad effect of the universe splitting. Or just his mind.

Because he wasn’t so keen on fighting he hadn’t exactly been keeping a stash of weapons at home. Most of the gear he had was Wakandan anyways, and Bucky could only take so many offerings without feeling any more guilty than he had. Whatever reality or mess this was—the undead were walking. He found out as per the usual round of body shots to the heart or vital organs did nothing. Save for the ever reliable headshot. He had to move quickly to those who were closest to him. Naturally, he thought of Steve and Wanda. Though the sanctum was too far. Wanda was more powerful than anything Bucky had seen aside from Thanos and those stones. The thought alone sat well in the back of his mind she could more than handle herself.

But as he made is way closer and closer to what could only be a hub, Fury’s he saw Clint and Steve as well, relief washing over him as he turned his safety on and let his gun sling around his back. What had he been doing before walking down an apocalyptic city setting full of weapons? Trying to cook. And failing. It was the screams outside that made him come. And the sight of his friends that made him run faster.

“You guys are a sight for sore eyes,” he breathed a sigh of relief, falling in beside Steve. “Any idea what this is all about yet?” Hopefully Strange had a solution. Someone. Anyone.

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seeswithboth
2019-02-02 11:11 pm UTC (link)

"What's more important is getting out of here." Fury came out of the shadows, a shot gun over his shoulder, and a hatchet in one hand. Once Nick had determined that there were zombies lumbering around, he wasn't going to stay in his building. For one thing, the front doors were entirely made of glass, and another? There was no food, water, or anything worthwhile there.

Instead, he suited up. Thankfully, he had a veritable arsenal in his place so he had knives in his boots, the aforementioned shot gun and hatchet, and some throwing stars, just in case. He'd also stumbled across a small survivor group who were so traumatized, they could only repeat "East. East. East."

What was in the East? Stark Tower.

He gave a sharp nod at each of the three men. "Barton. Rogers. Barnes. There's a simple plan if we want out of here -- go towards Stark, because I can guaran-fucking-tee that that asshole did something and caused this." He jerked his head sideways. "On the plus side, kill whatever you want. These fuckers are dead anyways. Barton, this might help you with your anger issues."

And with that, he turned swiftly on his heel and started going. If they wanted to follow him, go for it.

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cant_miss
2019-02-02 11:55 pm UTC (link)

"Who said anything about anger issues?" Clint wiped his knife and then his hands down on his jeans, smearing black ooze across his thigh. "I'm a delight. Ask anyone."

Clint face was resolved and his sharp eyes watched carefully for signs of movement. The job was was in front of him. Seeing it through was the most clear he'd been about anything.

See zombie. Kill zombie. Easy. Everything should be like this.

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_shieldless_
2019-02-04 02:38 pm UTC (link)

Steve gave Nick a look for the colorful language but managed to keep his mouth shut. He didn't need a repeat of that fiasco. And he really hoped no one had told Peggy about that.

It was good to see Bucky. Relief had flooded Steve when his best friend joined them. He'd lost him once. He didn't want to relive that.

Stark. No. Nick was wrong. If Tony did something Steve was certain he'd be out here. Pepper was still here and still pregnant. Tony wouldn't risk that. But he did agree that getting to Tony's was a good idea so he nodded.

Clint got a hand to his shoulder. "You have anger issues, but they're understandable." He gave Clint's shoulder a squeeze then decided to clear a path. "Let's go." Steve brought his shield up in time to rush forward and shield-bash the living dead out of the way.

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vibraniarm
2019-02-07 03:14 am UTC (link)

There was always an inspiring speech for a fight. Sometimes the speech was a simple glance among eyes, a knowing feeling in the air. Other times there was quite a blistering or gentle or life-may-be-ending passage of words. But none seemed to compare to what Nick Fury manged to conjure. No offense, Steve.

"I'll bring up the rear." Clint only had a knife. Bucky would offer him his other one if they hadn't already begun the trek. But he did pull out a silencer from one of his belt pockets as it seemed the noise pulled the swarms nearer.

As they moved, his mindful eye watched ahead, and behind them.

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seeswithboth
2019-02-07 05:23 am UTC (link)

Nick knew that all zombie movies had the same rules:

1) Headshots only
2) Stay quiet
3) Don't split up.

Don't fuck with the rules, and you'd survive.

Like always, he had an elite team that clearly had run out of fucks. Except for Steve. Steve was a perennial boy scout, always ready and willing to jump in and help. Not like the other surly assholes, himself included. That meant he agreed with Barnes taking rear and gave him a swift nod in acknowledgement. That meant Steve and Clint in the middle and him taking point.

Or maybe.

"Barton. You and your bow lead first. Better to have long-range and quiet. We don't want to make any unnecessary noise until we have to."

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	cant_miss 2019-02-07 02:57 pm UTC (link)
	"No bow," Clint said flatly. He'd left it and the Hawkeye name with Stark the other day. "Bow's gone. I got a set of knives. I can throw 'em if I need to but that means retrieving them if I want them back. Lets not do that unless we have to." (Replies frozen) (Parent) (Thread)

_shieldless_
2019-02-07 04:00 pm UTC (link)

Steve heard that. After shoving a zombie off him and into another one he glanced back at Clint over his shoulder. That was...concerning. "We'll get you a replacement as soon as possible." Of course, he was under the impression that Clint's bow was either broken or lost.

"Change of plans," he said as he threw his shield. It tore straight through the head of a zombie. It ricocheted off a light post and the trajectory took it through another zombie which turned it back to Steve. After catching it...

"We need transportation."

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vibraniarm
2019-02-10 01:32 am UTC (link)

Unfortunate. Knives were only good in close combat and there was no sense in Clint wasting them throwing. He agreed with Steve, and was already scouting with narrowed eyes of a sniper to find them a getaway.

Cars were strewn everywhere, even military transport. It blocked a lot of their path. Thankfully it left open one 'copter that Bucky could definitely pilot. "Got it." He turned his gun to the side, his vibranium arm flexing as he stretched his fingers. "Cover me?" The former Winter Soldier asked before sprinting off to get to the Helicopter, any undead in his wake meeting the hard end of his cybernetic arm.

The others only had to follow. But Bucky focused on clearing the path and kick-punting those near the chopper out of his way, clambering into the pilot's seat and trying to hum the life back into the copter. Thankfully, she still worked.

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seeswithboth
2019-02-11 02:00 am UTC (link)

Nick nodded his head in approval. That was some good thinking on Barnes part. The sooner they could get to Stark, the better all of them would be. Keeping his eye open, he watched Clint and Steve go first, as Nick brought up the rear.

And then he heard the shambling groans. Rookie mistake (or tactical plan), he turned around and glared. Motherfucking zombies on his motherfucking tail. As if. Letting loose with his shotgun, he pumped away, watching in satisfaction as heads exploded, littering buildings with rancid entrails, and what could only be called 'goo'.

Throwing himself into the helicopter, he thumbed the bottom of the copter with his arm, telling Bucky to get a move on.

And then they were laying on the street, surrounded by confused looking people, and even more disgusting clothes. "Fucking hell," Fury groaned, looking around. "Everything back to normal and we're still covered in this shit? Aw hell no." Stark was getting a hefty drycleaning bill.

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