Rooms

[Private to Steve R.]
[After the training center with Steph. Late at night.]

Hey, Captain Dreamy. Can you give me a run down of this bug we caught from your door? Who's coming over here?

[Private to Dick G.]

I'm in town if you need anything.

[Private to Bruce W.]

Dark Knight. Steph and I were going to send you some cute wedding pictures, but I have a feeling now isn't the time. Are you coming home?

[Stephanie N.]
[After talking to Steve, Eddie rolls over in bed and hands her his journal so she can read.] I think we're staying here until this gets fixed, baby. Is that okay?

[The large, slender box (approximately 45 x 33 x 5) is left for them at their apartment in Gotham and addressed simply to Mr. and Mrs. Nashton. Inside a large, framed piece of artwork with the groom rendered to look more like Eddie (with green bowler hat) and the bride more like Stephanie (with a purple Spoiler-like hood in lieu of a veil). At the bottom, tucked between the frame and the glass is a generic card that reads Congratulations! On the inside, likely written in the hand of an employee as the handwriting is unidentifiable, is a simple message. May this be the first of many wonderful years.

There is no return address on the box and no signature on the card.]

[locked to damian w.]

[Late at night, after the debacle at the training center.] Change of plans on the sparring, baby bird.

[locked to dick g.]

You doing okay?

[locked to tim d.]

Did you hear about what's going on yet?

[locked to barbara g.]

How's it going, mama-to-be?

[During this.]

[Locked to Bruce B]
You need to come the hell back with Ms. Stacy. Right now. I don't want an excuse.

[Locked to Bruce W]
Mr. Wayne? You need to be updated on something that's happening in your door. I assume your people have told you already, but I want to be sure.

[Locked to Dick G]
Mr. Grayson. We need to talk.

[Locked to Gwen S]
Get out of that door, Ms. Stacy.

ETA: [Locked to Eddie N]
[He forwards every S.H.I.E.L.D. file Sharon sent him. There's one about Venom that might help particularly, including containment research.]

No luck reaching Banner. I think you need to go in there physically and remove him. Let me know how and if I can help.

[Text to Mai S.]

Meet with your boy yet?

[Text to Sharon C.]

Saw you on TV. You look good.

I'm never getting a black fluffy dog.

[Locked to Steve R]

I have spoken to his doctor here and to Eir, Goddess of Healing. One of her healers has returned with me to make the journey with us back to Asgard. His doctor will arrange for a transport -- something to do with their records -- but has agreed to let us take him.

Who: Clint Barton
What: Clint's on a rooftop overlooking the area around Stark Tower
Where: Building around Stark Tower
When: After Steve's orders
Status: Narrative

( WItty text is witty! Or something. )

Who: James Rogers, open to whoever is in Marvel NYC and wants to drop in on him
What: James is out patrolling
Where: Manhattan/NYC
When: After Steve's request that he and Torunn divvy up patrolling
Status: In Progress (or narrative if no one tags in)

( Some of the structures were almost the same as they were in their time. This is what Ultra City use to look like )

[Locked Batfam - sans Jason, sry bb Dickie loves you anyway]

Meet at Wayne Tower in thirty minutes. If you're late we will have words. [code to get into his basement Batcave] We have a lot of things to discuss, and very little time to do it so check the attitudes at the door. If you don't have anything constructive to say, keep it to yourselves.

[Voicemail left for Harry O]
[Tiredly, and just prior to this.] Hey, Harry. I was calling to let you know I probably won't be around for a few days. Can you let HR know at Oscorp? [She pauses, because really that was all she intended to say, but she starts talking again after a few seconds.]

Jason used Carnage on himself. I was stupid, Harry. It was stupid to trust anyone with something like that. I was so focused on the containment unit being foolproof this time, on keeping him away from Ock, and then from the aliens, and I just messed it up. Do you want to scream at me? I want to scream at me. [Another pause.] I hate this door. It's supremely illogical here. They just want to hit things, and they don't take information dissemination well. Jason's brother says he hopes Carnage eats me, and I just want to come home. It's dangerous in this lab, but Mr. Grayson asked, and I'm responsible for this, so I couldn't exactly say no. Doctor Banner's here too, and I'm worried about that, but he insisted. I was hoping I could contain Carnage using my abilities, but my abilities aren't working here correctly, and their scale also seems to be diminished. [Tired sigh.] I left a voicemail for Pete, but he's not around. If he shows up, make sure he doesn't do that freaking out thing he does. Give Emily a kiss for me. I miss you.

[One last pause.] If I don't make it home, ask Doctor Banner about Emily, okay? [Click.]

[Locked to Dick G]
[Eventually, once her journal comes back to her, and once she calms down somewhat. Messy handwriting, smudged and dirty from sweat and the side of her hand.]

First things first, is anyone dead?

[In the business broadsheets, Stark Enterprises takes the headlines with the interim appointment of Pepper Potts, former employee of CEO Tony Stark, as chair of the executive board. The financial reports put Stark stock at significantly lower than prior to Tony's initial collapse but a tentative leveling of the cliff-drop as weeks tick by. There is extremely little press put out by Stark itself about the appointment, instead a re-circulation of the press-notice about a new software release: the mainstream media contents itself with running shots of 'Tony's Redheads', running ribald rumor about the snapshots of MJ Watson and Captain America in addition to the standard speculation on the relationship between PA and CEO.]

[Had she been able to, Carol would have likely slept another couple days and not have been at all apologetic for it. When she gets an order from Captain America, though, she listens. Generally. So, after getting dressed, grabbing an inhuman amount of coffee, and two boxes of the requested Pop-Tarts for the thunder god, she arrives to help guard Tony's room.

Tony, whom she is still weird around, because she doesn't know exactly how to approach the guy who was her damn sponsor but had either not yet realized his own alcoholism or wasn't, in this world, an alcoholic. Tony, whom Carol, in her infinite wisdom, chooses to keep a respectable distance from in order to not somehow give the complete wrong impression. And now it might be too late. One day, she'll realize pushing people away is not the best way to protect them and herself...maybe.

She's flopped onto a chair to start at her ridiculously sized thermos of caffeine. One leg is stretched in front of her as she's attempting to work out some muscle stiffness. Her eyes lift up at the sudden movement in the room.] I don't get it. Of all the mortal food you could love, you pick Pop-Tarts? [Nothing like a little banter to break up the somber atmosphere.]

[Avengers +]
Things are still quiet on the perimeter if anyone's interested.

[Jo H]
Sometimes guard duty is extremely boring.

[Natasha R]
How's your mission thingy going?

[Loki]
Natasha Romanoff, Jessica Drew, and a guy named Peter went to the Harry Potter door on a mission. Not exactly sure what for though.