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[Posted anonymously.]

Have a collar for someone. Came in a package.

[Blood definitely present, not in quantities enough to be concerning.] Help

cat

she devil ninja beast

[To Pepper, Faol, Penny, Bruce, Selina, and Bucky. Separately, of course.]

( No card. )

[On a much needed break from Gotham's chaos, and she figures it's been long enough. Tony's name is included on the lock, and maybe that's a tiny little tell, her hope slipping through and making itself uncomfortably obvious.]

[Group: Tony S, Pepper P, James B, Faol R, Robert B, Penny R]
Well?

[Locked to Helena W Hels]
Did Eddie Were you in Gotham?

[Once the plans had been made, the cars came. Each was unobtrusive, sleek and gleaming and the interior smelled like upholstery shampoo and money. The ride to the facility was two hours from the center of Manhattan: long enough to be out of the way of tabloid journalists and scandal, beyond the Hudson and the decimation of the laboratory that lay beneath the iron-grey water. From the outside, the building looked like a home. Modern by design but unobtrusive in a landscape mostly scattered.

The door refused to open other than to an iris-scan, the familiar holographic blue of Stark technology and it would admit only one at a time.

Upon entry to the building, it became rapidly apparent that this was not a home. To the right, what had once been the living room had been stripped out and replaced with a bed: the kind found in discreet and eye-wateringly expensive clinics in Switzerland. Tech surrounded the bed: screens that monitored for signs of life, the majority of which were quietly humming with no apparent significance. A drip hung above the bed, and a ventilator stood by.

The presence of medical staff - the kind who ran the equipment and attended to the man in the bed - was undeniably obtrusive. White coats, and they were within the place. Not by the bedside currently, but Pepper was. There was no press-release to explain absence, but the press were now used to Tony disappearing frequently for unexplained periods and Pepper could run whatever was required from whatever location was required. It was easier than she had thought it would be.

She wasn't business-meeting appropriate now. She was black on black and she sat in the sort of low chair drawn up to hospital bedsides all over the world, except this looked as if enough money had been spent to make it comfortable.]

[After hearing the shouting coming from upstairs.]

[Text: Eddie N, Emily G, and Donna C]

Please tell me that's one of you upstairs.

[All these come once she wakes up from her strange dream, and while she's still figuring out what the hell happened in Gotham. Eddie, she assumes, is as hungover as she is, but she hasn't looked around the apartment above Enigma & Graves yet to be sure.]

[Group: Pepper P, Bucky B, Robert B & voice transcript to JARVIS]
So, Tony? Not dead. Apparently, he took some thing his Valentine gave him, and that thing was supposed to make him better. So, if it's magic? Maybe less science to fix it.

[Locked to Faol R]
Hey, handsome. That medical help you offered me once? Does it mean that's your mutant thing?

[Locked to Stephanie B]
Kitten?

[Locked to Robert B]
[Added after talking to Faol.] Robert? I know talking to me might not be on your to-do list, but I have someone who wants to help with Tony, and I need to know if I should have them talk to you, or to some medical women Pepper keeps mentioning. So, let's just have this conversation, shall we?

[After the reports of this come out.]

[Public]

No matter what the news reports, I feel the need to reiterate that not all mutants are terrorists.

[Individual locks: Faol R, Ronan X, Pepper P, MK R, Wanda M, Billy K]

I need to know that you are safe.

[The rest of the Enigma and Graves crew: Eddie and Emily]
[After this and after no on else shows up for work.]

Are you both in Gotham?

[Selina]

Bride?

[Public minus Flash T]

[ETA: After this and this.]

Campus security isn't picking up. Anyone else have any ideas for dealing with a weirdo stalker?

Misunderstanding. Carry on.

Can we please deal with the cow now?

[It comes shortly after 2am. She's exhausted and super-excited, so who needs locks?]

MIKEY! I got the last four bowcasters! And the stormtrooper guns! You will never see the nerf darts coming! Winner gets Furbacca. PREPARE FOR ORDER 66.

[Posted to the Enigma & Graves comic book shop Twitter feed.

A picture of someone's open cabinet, boxes and cans visible.

2 for 5 weekend! Bring in 2 non-perish food items, get 5% off. Help our local food pantry!

The same photo shows up surrounded by hand-drawn borders on a few xerox-copied posters (on neon green paper) in the small shops and restaurants near the comic book shop in Marvel's East Village.

2 for 5!

This weekend (August 29 & 30), bring in 2 (or more!) non-perishable food items to Enigma and Graves Comic Shop and get 5% off your total purchase price!

Enigma and Graves
[Shop Address]
[Shop Phone Number]
tweet: [twitter @]

All donations to go to our local food pantry.]

Would the bride snoop or stay out of someone's head?

[Telepathy: various Mutants in Marvel]

[Good morning, Marvel mutants (X-gene and Pulse mutants, alike)! Jean is playing with Cerebro today to find yooouuuu~ (IMPORTANT NOTE: Not all mutants show up with Cerebro due to whatever reasons. If you'd rather not be found, Jean can't find you. That simple. :D) She forgoes telepathic communication to the mutants that wouldn't handle it well, and notes to meet them in person instead. To the others, the opening statement is roughly the same for everyone:]

Don't be alarmed. My name is Jean Grey. I am acting Headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. How are you doing today?


[Telepathy: MK Robinson]

[The voice is clear in MK's mind, purposeful. This is no idle whisper of surface thoughts. Jean is making her presence very known. The warm tendrils that webbed into her frontal lobe was less of a knock and more of someone wandering in to your house and making themselves comfortable on your couch.]

Good morning. Are you feeling better today?

[It isn't so much a delivery as a thing that appears one afternoon, hanging from the ceiling (via a string of paperclips and tape) in the kitchen of Nigma and Graves. A piece of cardboard has been stapled to within an inch of it's life into a barrel shape and hanging, via paper clips, are people made of what looks to be scrap paper and colored pen. There's a person-monkey for everyone that works at the shop: Eddie (green nerd), Emily (black and white goth chick), Donna (cute geeky chick) and one for himself (serious business scary tall man). Someone's feeling comfortable enough to be a little playful.]

[Public]

If you happen to be a fan of comic books and you need a decent paying part time job, I've still got some positions open at the shop. We open next week. Drop me a line.

[Selina K.]

Dinner?

[From Hialeah, in Fast and the Furious, after this. Across the street from where MK fell, from behind a burning car and near a dead man burnt to a crisp. Sirens are already sounding louder and louder as they near, and helicopters are whirring overhead. The writing is smudged, messy, barely legible, but MK needs help help help help-]

[Public]
help mk needs help

[Selina K]
[As JR.]

I heard you on the comms. Stay out of jams?

[Some crackling. JARVIS has to do a lot of work to try to bridge the various comm lines, and he's been cut off from most of the places he's used to being (example a: Tony's suit). He manages to join the Avengers comms, those from other doors on the line, and localized aid in Stark Tower, just in time for some real chaos. Peggy coughs into the line through smoke and dust: an inauspicious beginning.

Smoke and debris is now billowing out from the center levels of Stark Tower after the explosion in one of the main labs. On the ground, HYDRA agents not bright enough to make themselves scarce in the chaos have all either retreated into small pockets of resistance, or are quickly being taken into custody by arriving National Guard.]

Sound off, please. Bloody hell. Is the building coming down?

[A good 15 minutes after Tony calls for help, JARVIS in Stark Tower issues a general distress alarm and the building goes into lockdown.

Fire breaks out on the lower levels, and anyone already in the building is locked where they are as a several highly-trained teams, in successive waves, attempt to get up to Tony Stark's lab, storming each level one at a time.

JARVIS issues informational calls to NYC law enforcement and fire dispatch. Local heroes are also connected with those on site. Known heroes who volunteer help on the journals are issued a phone number of instructions that guide them to earpiece comms, if they don't already have them.

JARVIS, broadcast NYC-area comms:]

Be advised that an unknown hostile force had opened fire in Stark Tower.