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[Locked to Cris M]

Hi.

[The blonde girl (she wasn't sure it was okay to call herself Gwen) wasn't sure how long she'd been there; her short-term memory was still kind of sketchy.

She'd avoided talking to everyone since she'd been led into the containment cell at Tony Stark's Bay lab. She remembered the place as a creation of Doctor Banner's (not her Doctor Banner, because if what Flash said was true, then she hadn't ever met the man herself), but she still had the associated memories that corresponded with the creation of the lab.

The containment cell was comfortable, and the girl sat back against the wall on the clean cot, knees to her chest and her chin against her kneecaps. She knew this was necessary, this period of testing to determine what she was. Depending on the results of the biometrics and additional tests, then they could decide what needed to happen to her. She understood that if any evidence of the symbiote was found in her cells, then the logical course of action would be to destroy her in some manner, and she would be the first to argue the necessity of such an action (but it didn't make it any easier).

She was trying not to think about her current situation too much, which was challenging for her. She was trying not to cry, which was just as challenging. She focused on plucking at her pleated skirt, and on using the sleeve of her pink sweater to keep any tears at bay.]

Who: Steve Rogers
What: narrative
Where: Marvel, DC & NYC
When: covering the past couple weeks
Warnings/Rating: none

( He'd been called away unexpectedly. )

[Call to Cris M]

[Oblivious to this ongoing conversation, and from the static-heavy shared phone in Kellerman's staff area. Music is audible. Ring.]

[After returning.]

[Call: Peggy C]
[Ring!]

[Locked to Tony S]
Make it home in single-digit pieces?

[Locked to Avengers+: Tony S, Bruce B, Thor, Natasha R, Clint B, James B, Peggy C, Sharon C, Teddy A, Billy K, Wanda M, Flash T, Peter P]
Can I get an update from everyone? Locations, statuses, etc.

Does anyone know what happened to the HYDRA agents taken captive?

And can I get a briefing on the Stark Tower attack?

[Locked to Selina K]
Ma'am.

[Locked to Jason T]
How're you doing, son?

[Locked to Matt M]
Come upon anything new recently? Any new websites worth sharing?

[Locked to Bruce W]
Thank you for all your help.

[Locked to Bruce B]
Doctor.

[Locked to Pepper P]
Hi, Pepper.

[Locked to James B]
Hey, B James.

[After this, and during this. Middle of the night.]

[Call: Penny R]
[Ring!]

Who: Lin Alesi
What: narrative
Where: Ocean's 11→Hotel→Fast & the Furious, Rio de Janeiro
When: nowish
Warnings/Rating: none!

( It took a while, finding somewhere suitable, a series of wrong turns, some bad door choices, some ~unexpected~ movement on the part of the hotel, which seemed to shuffle the doors like cards in a 200-card deck (totally probably a real thing somewhere), and this was exactly why statistics was nothing more than complicated guesswork and exactly why said complicated guesswork could go fuck itself on regression analysis. )

Who: Pepper P & Tony S
What: Iron suits
When: After the rescue-flight to Philadelphia


( Tony stared in shock at the other person in the suit. He had an incredibly intimate flash of what it must be like to meet him in the suit, most notably that he had added a considerable amount of height  )

[Later in the morning, a more decent hour - after this. A metric ton of feelings that came in the form of bacon to be ingested, one shower, an incident in said shower, and still no sleep later...]

[Clementine M]

I been laying on my couch watching old movies for three days straight, decided to take a shower after all, even Frannie was getting offended by my presence.

But I'm waiting on a phone call (a new one), so I turn my ringer way up, it rings, and I jump out of the fucking shower like a bat out of hell, pick up the phone and its the fucking cable company asking me about my Turner Classic Movies Pay Per View bill, assholes judging my TV watching, making me jump out the shower, I ripped every ring right off the curtain, and I think I broke my toe.

Feel sorry for me.

[Graham R]

You need anything over there? Groceries? Cleaning?

[Louis D]

Hi, Louis. How are you? Have you got a minute?