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[Locked to Steve Rogers]

I need a work out. You up for a work out?

[Phone call to Bruce W]

Ring!

[Running at the same time as this.]

[After agreeing to keep an eye on the Osborn situation, Bucky met Natasha downstairs and headed in that direction. It wasn't hard to figure out the location, plus there was the sheer size of it. Damn. He stopped at the corner with her and gave a quick look around. He'd usually do the perimeter but it might come off as suspicious, and he was positive there were cameras around the gate.]

Let's keep over here for now. I don't want to put us on their radar until we need a closer look. [They were both adept at hiding in crowds, but there wasn't one here. They could probably walk past together and act innocent about it, but that'd only be good for one shot. For now he focused on Natasha, while keeping a side eye on the house.] What the fuck was he thinking, going in there? Osborn's a psycho.

[Public]

[A sketched smaller drawing of this with her pen]

Who: Beau & Amelia
What: Just an afternoon
Where: Courtyard at the prison
When: Recent
Warnings/Rating: None.
Status: Complete.

[Beau hadn't learned much from his mama before God took her up to heaven, but she had taught him a little bit of this and that. No, he hadn't liked sitting still while she taught him how to pull a thread through fabric, but he was grateful for her tutelage now as he sat there in the courtyard under the spring sun with a stack of things beside him. He had found a sewing kit in his bag, a little thing with only a couple of needles, and the thread was pulled from fabric too beat up to be worth saving, but it was enough to do a little patching, to pull together holes and clean up the things they had.

He was bent over a shirt as he worked, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, neat little stitches just like his mama taught him.]

Ever hope that you'll fall asleep and find a sweet dream to never wake up from?

[Batfam +]
[Shortly after this. Over the Batfam comms, but transcribed on the journals as well.]

I just got a report of Nightwing getting critically injured at Gotham Cathedral. Some kind of lady medieval warrior on fire. Sending coordinates and video feed now.

[Seconds later he sends the GPS location and a couple shaky camera phone recordings of Joan of Arc slicing through people and then attacking Nightwing.]

[Locked to Tony Stark and Selina Kyle after this]

I'm alive. Don't send in the cavalry.


[Locked to Jason Todd]

I know you didn't want it to go that way and neither did I. I'm not leaving it there.

[Steve R., via JARVIS.]

Hi! Going with Bruce to DC so he can save a life with his doctor bag. No big danger, just going to keep an eye out for him.

[Call to Pepper P.]

[Unhappy ring.]

[Phone call.]

Ring.