bloody_succubus:

"So how well do you know this bloke?" Mary asked John as they came up to the store.

a_storm_warning:

The fact's were these:

1) There were pieces of... well, Terra wasn't sure what it was,just that Callisto had brought it with her from the Moon all over the floor.
2) Terra's soccer ball was in the middle of the pieces.
3) Terra was the only other person in the room.

"...I  didn't do it?"

hotshot_hawkeye:

Hello sparring mat. Frances groaned, glaring at the up close view of the offensive textile before pushing off "Pretty sure you learnt that one from a wrestling show. One with lots of spandex and sequins." She climbed back to her feet and grabbed her water bottle for a quick drink, squinting at Tracy. "Fess up: have you been moonlighting as a luchadora?"

needsmoredakka:

A lonely moon on the fringes of the galaxy...

It was supposed to have been uninhabited.  Red and Azura had stopped to reorient their ship for the jump back to Knowhere.   What they hadn't expected was to be shot down by what appeared to be a very large Badoon garrison.

There were two of them.

There was an army of Badoon.

It really wasn't fair.

Red drew one of his larger rifles from his subspace storage pocket as he opened the ship's hatch.  "I am so going to be killing more than you."

shield_legacy:

"Okay," Tim said to Leo as they stood over the practice bomb. For some reason upper management objected to using real bombs. Tim wouldn't let anything happen to the other agents or the lab. "The trick to disarming a bomb is to cut the right wire. Now finding the right one to cut can be tricky because there is no bomb making standards. One person may use all the same color wires, some may use different colors and others are just an exercise in insanity."

anya_stark:

It was a rare night where Anya wasn't working or in the lab. Instead she was in pajamas, complete with big fuzzy slippers and enjoying a night of movies. It wouldn't be complete without her BFF.

She entered the rec room carrying a tray containing a large bowl of popcorn and two large diet sodas.

"I think we're all set. Did you pick a movie?"

lunaragent:

Hydra had stolen some sensitive information that Shield wanted out of their hands and fast but they also wanted that information replaced with fact data to back track their efforts. Which was why Leo was in the middle of sneaking into a top secret Hydra base.

binarybomb:

Etoile had more of an itch to keep up with her training sessions. She asked Cait for she could join her. "Thanks for doing this." She said, giving Cait a friendly smile. "What kind of training session should we do? Sparring or Danger room simulation?" She asked curiously.

binarybomb:

Etoile was about ready to give up on this simulation. She felt rusty but knew it was necessary. Even though she may be good at what she does, training is always necessary. She glanced over to Sarah who had followed along pretty darn good so far. "Okay, what next? We can't keep doing this blindly. We need to think of a strategy at taking down these guys." She said, slowly moving a bit closer to Sarah, making sure not to draw attention to her.

still_clobberin:

"Oh come on, really?" Peter grumbled underneath his car, trying to figure out just what the problem was. While not what he would call a brain, Peter did have a knack for mechanics, even touching up the Fansticar from time to time. However, for some freaking reason the old jalopy, that he'd bought for what he thought was a good deal, continued to vex him. "I swear maybe changing and smacking the thing would get me more progress than this."

bornlucky:

There was a lass that had been coming to the pub lately that Casey thought was rather pretty and he wanted to get to know her better. She seemed to be rather interested in History which was not a usual talking point of his. But it didn't seem like it would be too tough to come up with a few talking point that could impress her.

He had thought about try to read some books but he didn't really make the time for that. So he thought it would be easier to go to the British museum and see some cool stuff to talk about. Which is why he headed there on one his only free afternoons. Though he gave Quinn an invite to come with him if he wanted.

hotshot_hawkeye:

"You! That shot? Through one room's window and into the next?!" Frances kissed her fingers in appreciation. "Masterpiece. I tell you, if I could have stopped and applauded during that batshit crazy mission, I would have." She grabbed the drinks from the bar and handed Leo his with a flourish.

gammalaywer:

It had been a while since Carson had stopped by the Baxter Building. With his parents he had a lot of connections throughout the superhero community. But he always felt closest to the Avengers and the Fantastic Four.

Carson knocked on the door and opened it. "Hello anyone home," He asked as he entered.

voluminous_heir:

"He came at me with freaking axes!" The gaudily clad woman screamed.

"Ma'am, he didn't-," an irritated cop tried to say.

"Ringer! I'm the Ringer! I was just robbing a jewelry store! And that guy comes at me with axes!"

Hrolf stood there befuddled. He hadn't actually drawn his axes. She took a look at him and his armaments and screamed.

"I demand a lawyer! He came at me with lethal force!"

hotshot_hawkeye:

The smelly bag was yanked off her head and Frances looked up from her handcuffed spot on the ground with a scowl. Captured by the AIM beekeepers during a fight, how embarrassing. "You know the new season of Cooking in the Dark starts tonight," she pointed out, getting dead silence in return. It was going to be a long night and she sighed. "Fine, guess I'll just watch the recording later."

bloody_succubus:

Mary muttered as she shook her head. She didn't remember drinking, but she certainly felt like she was having a hangover. She glanced around, not recognizing the room she was in. She frowned, a bit annoyed when she discovered she was naked! Not that she minded nudity so long as it was at her own choice, but she didn't remember anything of the sort! She didn't feel like she'd just had sex, she always had a delicious feeling in her body afterwards if that were the case. She muttered darkly as she looked for her clothes, but they didn't seem to be in sight.

"Whoever is responsible for trifling with me is going to find out you don't cross a bloody Hellstrom!"

hotshot_hawkeye:

"I'm just going to state the obvious: Isn't this SWORD's shtick?" Frances snapped, ducking behind a brick wall to avoid being scanned....beamed... whatever teh hell that light trick was. "Aren't they our first and last line of defense on the interstellar BS? You don't see ambulances fish-tailing up to four-alarm fires and going 'it's cool, we got this.'"

voluminous_heir:

"Fall, foul machine!" Hrolf cursed as he got another successful trike against his robot adversary, Despite various cuts, sparks coming off the wounds, it showed no signs of getting weaker. It unleashed a barrage of bullets from a turret on its right arm.

"Damnation!" Hrolf dodged behind a car. He had come across the machine attacking some manner of science training hall. Hrolf had been on Midgard for some time now, but he was far from knowledgeable about everything. There had been few mortals present, and they had since fled, so Hrolf had no concerns about anyone getting hurt. However the robot was proving a most obstinate enemy. Hrolf considered perhaps calling one of his Avengers colleagues, but he KNEW he could best this thing!

He darted from his makeshift cover, bringing both his axes to bare in attempt to cut at the ankle of the artificial warrior. The robot reacted with speed worthy of an Asgardian when it brought a blade of its own to parry the strike.

"Pity you have no soul or ego," Hrolf gritted as the blade locked between his axes. "I would have enjoyed some banter."

a_storm_warning:

"Gangway!"

There may or may not have been anyone around to shout to.  Terra really wasn't sure.  What she was sure of was that it was a good day for indoor extreme hoverboarding.  Which involved racing up and down the halls of the Baxter Building on a hoverboard, knocking a soccer ball along with a golf club.

Yes, she could fly.  But... hoverboard!

hotshot_hawkeye:

"ROW! WALK THE DAMN BOAT. ROW! FOR LOVE OF- THEY'RE CANADIAN, THEY DON'T BITE." Frances hollered at the big screen, watching the final heat of the coxed rowing. She reached for a hot wing, eyes glued to the competition as she chomped down. "That's it, get it, get that bowball! YES!"