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tensor_mods ([info]tensor_mods) wrote in [info]tensor,
@ 2011-05-19 00:20:00

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Entry tags:ali_blaire, anna-marie_adler, callisto_leandros, domino_winter, jared_corbo, jay_guthrie, josh_foley, jubilation_lee, julian_keller, kevin_ford, kitty_pryde, open to all, petra_kristensen, piotr_rasputin, sam_guthrie

BOOM! at the Smithsonian (Saturday, May 21)
Though most of the week had been rainy, Saturday was shaping up to be a nice, sunny day. The change in weather had brought tourists and locals alike out of hiding, and the mall was buzzing with activity. The students and chaperons of the Xavier Academy were spread throughout the mall and museum buildings, having agreed upon times to meet up and check in before being sent off to see as much as possible in the time they had. By about an hour after lunchtime, a lot of them had breezed through at least one of the museums and were headed on to their scheduled tours or to their next destination.

Few, if any, really noticed the young man crossing the grass in front of the castle, wearing nothing that identified him as a member of any of the numerous school groups on the grounds that day. He was obviously disoriented, sweating profusely and staggering as he made his way out of the castle and across the mall. He stumbled once and nearly fell to his knees before he recovered, which prompted a girl nearby to stop and take notice of him. She asked him if he needed help, laid a hand on his shoulder as he turned wide, pain-filled eyes on her...and then they both disappeared in a blast of heat and light that ripped across the mall like a tiny nuclear explosion.

The people nearest the blast were incinerated almost instantly, though the heat dissipated away quickly as a concussive blast rolled across the lawn, tossing people in front of it like rag dolls thrown by a giant's hand. The west wing of the castle simply buckled at the impact, stone toppling down to crush the dozens of unsuspecting tourists in and around it before they even had time to register the explosion. The east wing buckled and groaned dangerously as well, its collapse simply slower and less complete as the shock wave continued on, buckling walls and foundations, blowing out windows and bringing down sections of roof in the buildings beyond.

But even as the initial explosion finally reached its limit, a domino effect magnified the chaos as hundreds of powered tourists, adults and children alike, reflexively powered up in response to the catastrophe, some of them losing control entirely. There were smaller explosions and tongues of flame here and there among the ruins as dust swirled in the air, and it was only a matter of moments before the first sirens began to wail in the distance. At the scene of the disaster, though, the sound of them was lost almost completely in the sound of panicked voices crying out in fear and pain.


(OOC: Please create sub-threads below for the events and immediate aftermath. Feel free to actually play out the actual explosion and how your character responds or to simply do a narrative of what happened to them and move to the aftermath if you're more comfortable with that. Remember, there's about a ten minute window of opportunity for heroism before local emergency responders and SHIELD will be on site and beginning to take over, though the cadets will definitely be co-opted into the rescue effort. The worst injured will, initially, be taken to area hospitals once rescued, but the Academy students will, once stable, be transported back to the school's med center for continuing treatment there. Parents are, of course, welcome to take their children home for treatment if they desire, but between the school and the SHIELD facility attached to it, they have access to pretty much the best healers in the country. This does, however, still mean a relatively slow recovery for anyone with severe injuries given the general caliber of even exceptionally talented healers does not begin to compare to the very very few omega healers scattered across the globe.)

ETA: GUYS, WE KINDA SUCK AND FORGOT TO TELL YOU THAT THEY GOT BUSED UP TO DC FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL so they could have all of Saturday at the Smithsonian, and thus why they already got to see cool stuff Saturday before boom rather than spending it all on a bus. Also, for sleeping arrangements, if your roomie went you got matched up with them plus the 2 others you share a suite with (so 4 to a room, and if you have no PC/NPC roomies then NPCs will have taken the spots), other than the chaperons who got spread around in singles for supervisory purposes. Sorry!



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Jesus Circle
[info]be_a_lady
2011-05-19 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Dom had been a little bit hesitant about the field trip when it had first come up. Clint was going, though, and she figured that even if the trip itself ended up being boring, she’d probably be able to convince him to do something to liven it up a little bit. Most of what they’d seen so far had been interesting enough that she hadn’t yet felt the urge to suggest they do something ridiculous and borderline illegal, so overall it was a good day. They were just in front of the tour center, hoping that the trend of not being bored would continue, when suddenly something blew.

Neena threw an arm up to shield her eyes and turned away from the heat but didn’t have time to do much else as the explosion spread, blasting through the building beside them and bringing it down. She didn’t breathe for a good long moment, bracing herself for the kind of pain that generally accompanied a building falling the fuck down on top of you. It never came, and a few seconds after the fall, she opened her eyes to take in the chaos. People were screaming, people were bleeding, things were on fire. The castle had almost completely collapsed, yet somehow it had managed to avoid hitting her. Or Clint. Or anything around them. In fact, there was an area of about ten feet surrounding them that was completely untouched. The wall that had collapsed that should have hit them had piled against itself, forming a semi-stable looking heap that appeared to be shielding them from the rest of the collapse.

She took a second to process before giving up and just admitting that whatever had happened was probably not something she’ d really be able to explain right off the bat. There was really just one thing that she could think of that needed to be said. “What the fuck?”

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Buddha Circle
[info]sparkle_lee
2011-05-23 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Jubilee loved field trips, even when they interrupted her when she was in the movie-making zone. All day long, her camera had been in her hand, filming and photographing, and she'd already had to deploy a second memory card and a third battery. Loathe though she was to admit it, it was nice to get a break from the project that had been consuming her every waking moment.

The moment before the explosion, Jubilee had her camera pointed at the Guthries. When Kitty pulled out her camera, too, Jubilee grinned and widened the shot. Her thoughts were on her friends and on the possibility of a junk food run in the immediate future when everything exploded.

Jubilee unconsciously mirrored Neena, covering her eyes with one arm while she clutched her camera tight in her other hand. As quick as drawing a breath, a shield of sparkles bloomed around her, rainbow colored and shining. She turned, unaware that she was capturing a live panorama of destruction as she did.

When the blast ended, she felt her mind switch back on. Sam, Kitty, Jay... Names rushed through her, each one spiking her adrenaline levels. Looking around proved that she'd gotten extremely, extremely lucky--no doubt thanks to Clint and Neena. Who were alive, and fine, and so was...everyone else standing close to them. And there were people all around, screaming and crying and bleeding, but her only reaction to that was relief. People had survived.

She glanced back and saw Kitty headed for the pile of rubble where Sam had disappeared. Without thinking twice, she shattered her shield and the sparkles whirled around her like butterflies. She sent a handful of tiny dancing fireworks into first one pile of rubble and then another, detonating each one carefully so that the rubble harmlessly burst into gravel. Everything narrowed to a tight focus as she searched for signs of people trapped under the wreckage.

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Jay, Kitty...and anyone else in the area (Jesus circle?) wanting to see/react
[info]after_burners
2011-05-20 10:15 am UTC (link)
Sam was laughing, relaxed and easy and happy, as he wrestled Jay into a headlock, rubbed his knuckles teasingly across the top of his baby brother's head. He was grinning, wide and bright and completely unaware, as Jay struggled free and pushed away, and he turned to the side to say something to Bobby...and never saw a thing before the impact of the blast hit him simultaneously with the heat and light and almost deafening noise of it. Barely even had time to register the pain as it threw him into the path of the collapsing building, already too stunned by the shock wave to activate his powers. Already fading into unconsciousness as the horrifyingly familiar sound of rock thundering down on and around him replaced the roar of the explosion.

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[info]wingbearer
2011-05-22 04:40 am UTC (link)
The interesting thing about campus wide field trips was that Jay had so many siblings, most of them ended up getting to go places together. He'd spent some time heckling Joelle, poking at Paige, and wandering around with Lizzie. So when he saw Sam across the mall he took the distance at a low run - as best as his wings would allow - and jumped him. They ended up scuffling, and as usual, Sam got the upper hand. Jay managed to duck out of the noogie headlock, backpedaling a safe distance and trying to catch his breath.

He felt the heat, even as he saw a classmate's eyes widen in horror. Her arm outstretched as she pointed. It happened all too slowly for Jay, who didn't have time to turn around. A deafening sound set the world to stun, even as all the air was knocked out of him and he tipped forward.

He could feel his feathers rip free, smell the burn of his own flesh, and rode the lift of his body from the ground, arches fanning out and the rest torn clear free. There was a moment, a single moment where Jay thought the light was too bright, the air too clean, and he could feel Lizzie's hand in his. Strong and present, as she always had been.

He knew - as his head snapped back and flew forward, eyes closing - whatever had happened, he wouldn't be knowing. Strangely, his heart was peaceful as his body hit with a sickening crunch. After all, Daddy was waiting. In fact, he could hear him now.

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[info]_kitzilla_
2011-05-22 07:45 am UTC (link)
As soon as Kitty had noticed Jay's approach, she'd whipped out her camera, ready to make sure that the wrestling match would be captured properly. She was laughing and jumping just out of the way of the boys when it happened.

She phased instinctively, still bracing herself as the explosion spread toward her, and she stared up in horror as the building collapsed, lurching just a moment too late to succeed in grabbing hold of the nearest person. The rubble came down on her, and she caught a glimpse of Jay as the explosion hit him, heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach spreading as she snapped her head back to where Sam had been just in time to see the building come down on top of him. On top of a non-powered up him.. Which meant he was trapped. Buried under the rubble, maybe breathing, maybe not.

Moving as quickly as she could, she approached the place where Sam had been buried. It didn't take her long to find him, and when she did finally find him, a part of her wished that she hadn't. He wasn't just buried, he was dead. A bent piece of rebar was jutting out from his chest, and there was no way that he was alive. Even though Kitty couldn't see his face very clearly, she could feel enough to get a good idea of what he looked like. He looked and felt dead. Sam was dead. Sam was dead. She had to get his body out of there. Maybe someone could do something to help him still, and if there was any chance that they could, they sure couldn't do it while he had tons of rock and metal piled on top of him. She'd get him out and then... well, she'd get him out.

Shaking, she grabbed hold of Sam's shoulders, phasing his body (Sam's body) free from the rebar as she tried to ignore the tears streaming down her face. Get Sam out, take a deep breath, take it from there. That was the plan, and she pulled, backing toward the edge of the rubble. She couldn't hold her breath much longer, but there was no way in hell she was letting go of Sam. She couldn't leave him in there. Finally, she emerged from the rubble, making sure that Sam was completely clear before she allowed herself to return to her solid state for a second, too busy panicking to realize how horrible an idea that was.

Kitty didn't even know what exactly it was that hit her, but before she could phase again, something did. Hard. She felt her arm pop in a way that she knew it wasn’t supposed to, and her small form was sent slamming into the side of the rubble with a sickening crack. There was a split second of searing pain in her jaw before she slumped to the ground, out cold.

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[info]riosungodling
2011-05-22 08:48 am UTC (link)
'Berto'd spent the morning trailing around after Jay and the assorted Guthries he'd attached himself to. It was all still very novel to him, even after the last two years, and he never really got tired of the feeling of family, even at a remove, when he was with the Guthries. When Jay want pelting (awkwardly, though he'd never say it out loud) after Sam, 'Berto followed again, more slowly. He fell in next to Bobby in the group of older kids (and at least nominal adults), laughing at Jay and Sam, wondering what it was like to have an older brother and half-tempted to join in on the rough-housing when everything went to hell.

He powered up on instinct, though far too late. By the time his skin went black, outlined in a fiery nimbus, the heat and pressure had already passed him by. Left him untouched while he watched in horror as it lifted Jay, stripped away flesh and feathers and flung him through the air like a broken toy.

'Berto couldn't hear his own voice crying out for the sound of the blast still echoing in his ears. Wasn't really aware of anything, not the fallen buildings, the screams of fear and pain, the wail of sirens and alarms, nothing but Jay lying limp and charred on the ground against the remains of a wall that had come down so fast he'd barely been able to register it, let alone process that it had come down on top of Sam.

He didn't remember moving, but suddenly he was dropping to his knees next to Jay, next to Jay's body. His hand was shaking as he lay it on Jay's shoulder, and he was unaware of both the tears streaming down his cheeks and the steady stream of Portuguese falling from his lips - threats and pleas and curses against God and man - as he shook him with surprising gentleness. Jay couldn't be dead. He refused to accept that as an option. It simply wasn't possible.

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Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]_canttouchthis_
2011-05-21 04:15 am UTC (link)
Anna had been a little bit nervous about being put in charge of a group of middle schoolers, but it was going pretty well... except for the couple of trouble-makers in the group who kept lagging behind, trying to sneak off. But since she was with Cal, it was easy enough for one of them to keep an eye on the kids who had decided not to do as they were told. Plus, they'd somehow (completely coincidentally, and through absolutely no planning) managed to meet up with Piotr and Ali's group as well. Keeping track of everybody was much easier when there were four chaperones, all of whom were wearing military style uniforms and had been trained to look angry.

Anna was just re-joining the group with a few of the students, having returned from what she hoped was the last bathroom break for a while, when the explosion happened. They heard it before they felt it, but it didn't take long at all for bits of another building to start smashing into the side of the one they were in, breaking big chunks of the structure off. She quickly scooped up the kids closest to her and flew to the group, setting them down and taking a good look around. Her gaze fell on one of their tour guides, who instead of taking charge of the situation seemed to be much more concerned with staring out the gaping hole in the side of the building.

"You've gotta get people out of here," she advised the woman, snapping her head back toward the damaged side of the gallery as the sound of a large chunk of wall breaking free from near the ceiling caught her attention. It looked like the whole wall was liable to crumble at a moment's notice, and she took to the air to intercept the piece of stone before it landed on anyone.

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Re: Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]rockstarglow
2011-05-21 07:18 pm UTC (link)
Ali never minded leading the middle schoolers around. They were cute and perky and adorable. She had spent of the time chattering at them and getting them to sing little songs with her. Quietly, of course. She did her best to try and look angry and keep them in line that way, but she had found that sometimes being nice worked better. That whole flies with honey sort of thing.

When she heard the noise, Ali froze for just a split second before throwing up a solid light shield above them. It should be able to keep out the majority of the rock until they could get the kids out.

Anna had taken to the aid so Ali turned to the tour guide. "Take the kids. We'll try and keep the debris off you."

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Re: Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]hent_eye
2011-05-22 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Callisto made a point of never taking off her eyepatch around the younger kids. For one, it wasn't necessarily safe, no matter how much control she'd been able to gain over the tentacles. And for two, she was pretty sure that as soon as she did it once it would be a frequent request. But after the explosion had rocked the gallery and she looked around to assess the damage Calliso tore off the patch and shoved it in one of her uniform's pockets as the tentacles whipped out, grabbing onto some of the less steady pieces of ceiling and wall and shoving them into place. Or at least more into place than they were.

"We need to make a path out of here. Get the kids safe. See about everyone else," she gritted out to the others. There were a lot of other classes and people in the place, after all.

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Re: Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]abs_of_steel
2011-05-23 04:17 am UTC (link)
For the most part, Piotr had been enjoying himself. Being around children always reminded him of the days when Illyana was younger herself - not that she was all that old now, whatever she might say. The middle schoolers themselves had been a delight, and those few who hadn't had been suitably intimidated by the uniforms and the occasional glaring. And, possibly, Piotr's height.

When the explosion occurred, Piotr switched to his metal form instinctively, almost without even being aware of it. His first thought was of the children, of course, as the structure around them began to crumble.

He nodded in agreement with both Ali and Callisto, adding, "Should you go with them, Ali? Would it be easier for you to keep your light shield over them?" There wasn't particularly a need for Anna or himself to stay under the light shield, after all.

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Re: Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]_canttouchthis_
2011-05-23 05:32 am UTC (link)
The chunk of stone that had come down was caught easily enough, and Anna quickly deposited it in an empty corner of the room, dropping to the ground again to urge some of the civilians toward the far exit, away from where the blast had originated. Cal was holding parts of the building up with her tentacles, but it was fairly obvious that that was only a temporary fix, at best.

"Everybody move toward the back exit," she shouted, gesturing toward the sturdier part of the structure. She pushed off again, returning to a spot near the ceiling to attempt to hold up the rest of the fractured roof for at least as long as it would take to get everyone evacuated. Shifting her position, she looked down at Callisto. "Cal! How much longer can you hold?"

Once they got everyone out, Anna had no problem letting the building end up a big pile of rocks, but the longer they could put that off and the more gently they could make it happen, the better.

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Re: Callisto, Ali and Piotr (and anyone else in the Freer gallery)
[info]rockstarglow
2011-05-26 05:23 pm UTC (link)
"Sounds like a good idea to me, Petey." She wasn't too worried about her friends. They should be safe. They could certainly take care of themselves.

Ali nodded and moved to join the tour guide and the kids, extending her light shield so that it would completely cover them. Even as the group began to move, she kept her eyes peeled so that she could laser any debris that might get too close to them.

The kids and the tour guide were understandable panic stricken. "It'll be okay, guys. We'll get you out. Just keep moving in an orderly manner." She was really glad that none of them had started running.

She glanced over her shoulder at the others for a moment, taking in the scene and then continued to usher the kids out.

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Collapse of the Sackler Gallery [OPEN to Jared, Lois, & anyone else who wants to be smushed/rescued]
[info]petra_firma
2011-05-21 04:26 am UTC (link)
The trip so far had been wonderful. Petra had never been to Washington D.C. and she and Jared were in the same tour group so all in all, an absolutely perfect trip so far.

Their group was just finishing up a tour of the Arthur M. Sackler Gallery, standing on the bottom floor of the Xu Bing exhibit and looking up at the large sculpture when a sound like an oncoming train hit the building. They only had time to look at each other in confusion before the blast wave hit, shaking the concrete walls.

Petra's first instinct was to grab Jared, followed quickly by her second instinct; reach out with her powers. She had just enough time to realize the foundation of the building had cracked, load-bearing walls beginning to crumble when the cast-stone pylons on the first floor gave way.

This time she didn't think at all, casting out her abilities to strengthen the stone around them as momentum forced the collapsing walls closer and closer. Petra was finally able to halt the rubble's progress only feet from her and Jared, concrete blocks hovering in midair and slabs of the second and third floors holding steady, completely unsupported but for her powers.

"Get them out," Petra yelled to Jared over the din of screaming gallery patrons and continued destruction outside. "HURRY!"

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Re: Collapse of the Sackler Gallery [OPEN to Jared, Lois, & anyone else who wants to be smushed/resc
[info]protective_seal
2011-05-21 07:05 pm UTC (link)
Jared had been having a good day. They were out and about. It was a field trip where he got to look at things and hang out with Petra and Adrian without having to worry too much about needing to take notes or worry about studying or anything.

Of course that was when shit got real. It figured.

Petra was doing the heavy lifting, but he wasn't a fucking slouch in the powers department. Jared was quickly using his shield to knock various bits of debris away from them.

He was sheltering Adrian with his body and keeping one wary eye on Petra. He wanted to leap to her aid but was also wary of breaking her concentration.

"On it, Pet," he said, eyes narrowed. "Go," he shouted and shoved Adrian away from him and the scene of the destruction. He couldn't cover anyone in a shield for fearing of suffocating them, but he could know away any falling rocks that Petra missed. She didn't need to worry over the small stuff anyway.

Moving into the fray, Jared started grabbing at people, not even worried about whether or not he was gripping too hard. A bruise was better than death for sure. He steered them out one by one, shouting orders and knocking away debris as he did.

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Re: Collapse of the Sackler Gallery [OPEN to Jared, Lois, & anyone else who wants to be smushed/resc
[info]petra_firma
2011-05-22 03:29 am UTC (link)
"GO!" Petra screamed to their fellow students as well as any other gallery patrons in earshot. The noise had died down somewhat as people ran out and Petra listened, trying to filter out the creaking and groaning of the rubble.

One particularly violent shudder of the building and she threw her hands up in the air, the better to brace the stone-like concrete. Petra knew she didn't NEED to use her hands to use her powers but somehow it helped and the walls stopped moving completely. In the following quiet Petra could hear distinct screams coming from the rubble itself.

"Jared," she called out, closing her eyes to better concentrate on holding the building, "There's people in there. Under the walls." Her head tilted in one direction, then the other, trying to pinpoint the voices. "Up and right, I think. And- and then behind me. On our floor?" Petra inhaled sharply as a stabbing pain began in the back of her skull. She was pushing her limits, she knew, but there were people still trapped. She had to hold on. "Hurry," she begged Jared, tears beginning to flow no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. "Please hurry."

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Collapse of the Sackler Gallery [OPEN to Jared, Lois, & anyone else who wants to be smushed/resc
[info]rosyglow
2011-05-23 04:01 pm UTC (link)
Lois had been struggling to keep up with familiar faces all day. She'd been lagging behind all day, accidentally losing track of the others or getting caught up in a certain piece. Now she was staring up at the intricate sculpture hanging in the lobby of the gallery, mentally scolding herself for being such a space case.

For a second, she thought she felt the ground shake under her feet. And then came the noise, a roar that instantly sparked the word tornado in her mind. Lois had never seen a tornado in her life, but she'd read more than once that they sounded like trains. So she was confused, hesitating, when the blast hit.

The word tornado was immediately replaced by collapse. Lois threw up her hands, bright and pink as flares, and managed to melt a hole in a slab of concrete that would have crushed her. She scrambled to avoid a falling pylon, but as she scrambled to move away a shower of rubble rained down on her. Stunned, her powers blinked and she struggled to remain standing. She couldn't feel anything else and barely noticed it, pushing her way through rubble at random until she felt her knees give out.

Collapsed, Lois dumbly noted that the sprinklers must have turned on, since she felt water dripping all over her body. It was warm, though, and it ran steadily over her left eye, which she realized had swollen shut.

As if from a long way away, she could hear Petra and Jared. She wanted to get out, to get up and find them, but when she tried to stand her legs wouldn't cooperate. She tried to yell, but when she took a deep breath, the pain made her dizzy. So she reached for her powers, for the light and only the light, relief soothing her when it flared up around her.

The pink light formed a bright halo that pulsed and dimmed with her heartbeat, making her spot underneath an intact section of wall clearly visible.

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Smithsonian Castle - Interior
[info]fatedtouch
2011-05-22 05:10 am UTC (link)
Josh swung his arm to a chorus of giggles. Looking down, he smiled at the child whose hand rested in his. He'd found her crying in a corner as his group passed an exhibit and they had shuffled her along with them looking for her family and security. They found security first, but she wouldn't let go of Josh's hand, so he offered to stay and wait with her. Her family had been found and they were going to reunite her with them. Josh, little Celina Chance (or Cece as she preferred to be called), and Smithsonian Security Officer Ralph Denozo.

He waved to some friends as they passed, tour groups collecting at the designated meeting spot. His own chaperone flagged him down and he pointed to her, the door then held up his hand to indicate he'd be back out in five minutes. The shield cadet nodded and held up his own hand to reinforce the five minute rule. Josh nodded back and disappeared through the door.

Cece's parents and brothers were waiting at the information desk and they all gasped in relief at the sight of her. Josh loosened his grip so she could run off to them, but she tightened hers, tugging him to meet them.

The explosion boomed just as all the glass shattered inward. Josh ducked down, shielding Cece with his body as the roof caved in.

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Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:39 am UTC (link)
Julian had left his group for a few minutes, asking Emma to cover for him if necessary. He felt jittery and irritable, nearly coming out of his skin thanks to argument he’d had with his father the previous evening. Julian’s father didn’t take much interest in his family’s lives by and large, but he was in the middle of a huge business transaction and he didn’t want anyone misstepping and drawing negative attention to the Kellers. That meant policing everything his wife and sons did for the next two weeks.

Spying on everything they did.

Judging everything they did.

Being flayed alive by his father about propriety and the wisdom of seeing Josh Foley had Julian on edge. As if the man knew anything about caring for anything but stock and money. He strode into the dim cool of the building, taking a sharp left, heading further away from the crowds. He wished he could just fly back to the mansion instead of being herded with his fellow students through museums and national monuments, wished he could just be alone for a few minutes. He balled his hands into fists, trying to block out the bursts of rage that bubbled up every time he thought about his father, refusing to admit he felt anything like hurt—and turned a corner to come face-to-face with Kevin Ford.

“Oh,” Julian said, stopping. He met Kevin’s eyes, a strange burst of emotion flickering beneath his skin like an electrical impulse. “Kevin.”

He’d barely finished the word when the world came tumbling down.


The crowds had been starting to make Kevin anxious, mobs of strangers who simply didn't always pay attention to where they were going or what they were doing. Didn't necessarily notice the huge bright red alert bracelet he wore outside his sleeve for safety in public...and if they did, who gave him nervous looks and swung almost comically wide around him, obviously wondering just how dangerous he was. Not that he wasn't used to it, it had been his life since he was eleven years old, but with as wrung out and on edge as he was already, it was one more thing, one more reminder of how his powers had fucked up everything in his life, that he really didn't need.

So when it turned out there was over half an hour before his group moved on for their next tour he'd just...walked away. Hadn't bothered to ask permission or tell anyone he was leaving. Kind of didn't care if he got in trouble for it, honestly. He just needed away, needed to be someplace where he didn't have to worry about anyone bumping into him, or dealing with the panicked response when someone's rambunctious ten year old did manage to flail into him. Just. Space.

Apparently that was too much to ask, though, and he started to back-pedal in a brief burst of panic at Julian turning a corner right in front of him. He didn't have a chance to answer, didn't take more than one over-balanced step backwards, and then everything disappeared in noise and pain.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:40 am UTC (link)
Julian surfaced from unconsciousness in quick strobe-bursts of awareness. He felt as if he were floating somewhere above his body, light and insubstantial as smoke. He dragged in a breath, dimly confused by the weak, serrated rasp even as he blinked away bits of grit and rubble.

His first thought was that it was incredibly dark, wherever he’d been spirited away to. His second was that he was sitting in a puddle.

“Kev—“ he began, voice giving out on the first syllable. Julian coughed, lips spattering with something wet and hot, and took another wheezing breath. The first hint of paint bloomed in his consciousness, unfurling slowly like a flower tipping its face to the sun.

Oh, he thought, adjusting to the dark, memory and awareness seeping in together. Oh, God, we’ve been crushed.

Then,

Oh God, Kevin’s been crushed.

He tried to squirm up, flip over, but something was pinning him from the hips down, keeping him frozen in place. He could feel the dull waves of agony begin to ripple through his limbs and knew with sickening dread that it would be upon him soon—the full extent of his injuries, whatever they were—and he didn’t have much time to act. Julian forced himself carefully up onto an elbow, alarmed at the way the world tilted crazily, but there—there was Kevin.

Pinned and, if he could trust his bleary eyes, not breathing.

Julian lifted a shaky hand, breath coming in and out like air slowly leaving a deflated balloon, and tried to lift the rock with tk. It was shockingly difficult, slipping through his usual iron control again and again, but finally he managed to roll the rock away and smooth a tk hand down Kevin’s chest. He wasn’t breathing, and the surge of panic Julian felt nearly overwhelmed him for a moment. His vision had never cleared and he was aware of blood splashing down from what felt like a large split in his skull—so much blood, bathing him, blinding him—but he had to do this. “Kevin,” he rasped, using tk to part his slack jaw, to push air into his lungs.

Pain was rising up, shaking him down to the core, but Julian studiously ignored it, focusing with everything he was on the gentle compressions, the funnel of air. TK CPR, making Kevin live—because, damn it, Julian was not going to lay there and watch him die. He’d never be able to live with himself, and he didn’t want to imagine the world where Kevin didn’t exist no matter how much they were supposed to hate each other now. “Kevin, damn it.”

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:42 am UTC (link)
Kevin's awareness returned on the agony of his first independently drawn breath, shallow and rasping and accompanied by the drag of bone against bone as his heart beat an irregular tattoo. Even so, it look longer still for anything beyond the pain to register, and Kevin spent long moments trying to place the sound of his own voice shivering across an almost sub-vocal moan before he tried to jerk upright, eyes startling open in the dust-choked dimness.

"Josh?" His voice was weak and thready, and he fell back almost instantly with a choked off cry, panting shallowly against the pain lancing through his chest and belly as his body tried desperately to drag in enough air. Finally, though, memory began to filter past the haze of dizziness and disorientation, and the steadily building pulse of pain that seemed to come from everywhere at once, countered disturbingly by the pulse of his power.

"Julian?" he croaked instead, once he'd sucked in enough shallow, agonized breaths to find his voice.

He started to reach out blindly before years of ingrained habit over-rode even panic, and he jerked his hand back, cradled it against his chest as he looked wildly around in the dimness until he found Julian. And almost gagged at the sight of him, blood pouring down his face, standing out stark against pale skin and, god, possibly the white gleam of bone in the dimness.

It was only then that Kevin realized the steady buzz of power pulsing across his own skin had to be the feel of his blood ashing as it welled up. Doing it so steadily, in so many places, that he couldn't actually identify any source for the sensation, any more than he could accurately trace the source of his own pain past it, though he knew dimly that some of it had to be from where his legs disappeared beneath the rubble that seemed to be mostly immobilizing him.

"Julian?" he asked again, forcing his eyes to focus, forcing back the panic as he realized they were both trapped, pinned by the remnants of the building, and he couldn't hear anything past the sound of the wreckage shifting and settling, Julian's weak, wet breaths, and his own labored breathing. "...oh Jesus."

“Thank God,” Julian moaned before crumpling back onto the hot, wet ground. The pool of blood was slowly spreading out around him, seeping between cracks in the rock, making his shirt cling to bruised skin. He tried to lift his hand to touch his head, but he couldn’t seem to make his body behave the way it should. “How bad—“ He sucked in a breath; he couldn’t seem to find the air he needed fast enough. “Are you hurt?”

At the the sound of Julian's voice, the way he collapsed weakly back, Kevin tried to move again, to get closer and see how bad it was. That was enough for the pain to break through the buzz of his powers, though, and he froze, teeth clenched against a grunt of pain.

When he could breathe - and think and move - past it he pushed himself up more carefully, breath hissing between his teeth as he tried to focus on the burn of his powers, no matter what they meant, rather than the pain lancing through him. He managed to shift himself enough that he could look down on Julian, could reach out and touch him if he dared, and had to choke back a frightened sound as he registered all the blood. Spilling down Julian's face, saturating his clothes, spreading in the dimness around him.

"Not...sure," he finally rasped when he could spare the breath, ignoring the the grinding ache in his chest that came with each careful breath, the wet prick of tears in the corners of his eyes. "It's...hard to feel anything past my power," he admitted, voice still a quiet rasp, but coming a bit easier as he learned to ration his breath, keep each one shallow and careful to avoid the sharpest pain. "But. Better than you. I think."

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:43 am UTC (link)
Julian tried to focus on Kevin’s face, scanning his injuries. “I’m trying to—think about—what we’re supposed to—do next,” he said, words scattered by wheezing breaths. “Binding. We need to—bind the wounds to stop—bleeding. I think I used everything I—had to do CPR. But. Maybe if I rest.”

He shifted weakly, lashes flickering. It was so dark, and getting gradually darker, but Kevin seemed to glow in the dim. Julian could feel the hum of electricity coming from him, could smell…flowers? That didn’t seem right.

“All that time, I—never blamed him for wanting you,” he said, almost dreamily. He closed his eyes. “Smart. Sharp. Sometimes I wished I—was him. Is there enough air?” Julian’s eyes flickered open again, awareness brightening his bloodied face again.


"CPR?" he asked before any of the rest of it registered, his brain only sluggishly processing Julian's words and trying to make sense of them. "Shh, don't...don't try to talk," he added in a pained whisper once he sorted his way to the end, skipping past the middle for now in a stunned daze to focus on what was most important here and now.

"Just...stay still...rest." Kevin didn't want to tell Julian that there was plenty of air, didn't want to think of the wheezing rasp of his breath and why he wasn't getting enough.

He started to reach for Julian again, hesitated as he checked to make sure his glove was undamaged, then laid his hand - so incredibly carefully - on Julian's shoulder where there was...less blood. He wasn't sure there was anyplace with no blood. He couldn't reach much father than that. He couldn't even try to bind up all the places Julian was seeping his life away into the hard stone beneath them, couldn't let himself think of all the places he might be doing the same as power continued to shock through him.

"Someone...will come...soon. Then...then Josh'll heal you. Good as new." His voice broke on emotion this time, not pain, and he squeezed Julian's shoulder as gently as he could, needing the touch almost desperately as he listened anxiously for each wheezing breath.

“Josh is—good for that,” Julian said, leaning toward the touch. He turned his face away, coughing weakly, blood spattering in small drops to pool with all the rest. “God, we’re in a—sorry state.”

He didn’t want to stop talking. There was a growing part of him that was afraid to stop—afraid he’d never be able to start again.

Then he turned his face back to Kevin, eyes dim but grave. “I’m sorry I—hurt you. I never wanted to.”

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:43 am UTC (link)
"Don't. Please." He dragged himself closer, ignoring the pain as it bloomed past his powers, changing from a dull ache into something fierce and clawing in his chest and belly, ignoring, too, the way things shifted strangely and the position of his left leg didn't move or change beneath the rubble despite how he'd managed to alter the angle of his hips.

That didn't matter, getting closer did. He shifted his grip from Julian's shoulder to the side of his neck, needing to feel the erratic rhythm of his heart, wishing almost more than he ever had in his life that he could strip his glove away and just touch.

"I know. I know you didn't. It's not...not your fault. It's not...anyone's fault." Tears were the one thing that didn't ash against his skin and they tracked across his cheeks, leaving muddy channels in the dirt and ash coating his face. "Please, just...just hold on for him. For...for us," he whispered, voice anguished with the realization that it wasn't just for Josh's sake that he couldn't bear to lose Julian.

“I don’t want—you to die,” Julian managed to gasp. His heart felt strange. Too tight, too hard, as if it a hand had reached into his chest to squeeze it tight. There were three Kevins now, the center one glowing in the dim, the others slowly fading into black. “Please.”

"I won't," Kevin promised, quick and fierce. "Neither of...us will." He smoothed his thumb over Julian's pulse, barely able to feel the thready rhythm through his glove, and looked frantically around.

Light was filtering in from dozens of gaps in the rubble that encapsulated them, but they were tiny, the sum of them all providing just barely enough light to make out the details of Julian's face, the blood saturating his clothes and pooling around him washed almost to gray scale with only flashes picked out in vibrant crimson. It was almost more like a noir illustration than anything actually happening to real people. Happening to them.

"Someone...has to be...looking for us." Except neither of them had been where they were supposed to be...and who knew if whatever catastrophe had dropped the building had left anyone to look for them. "We just...need to help them...find us."

“Emma,” Julian breathed, weakly holding on to Kevin’s gloved hand.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 06:44 am UTC (link)
Kevin shifted so he could squeeze Julian's hand back. "Is...she close?" he asked, straining his ears further, praying to a god he hadn't really believed in for years that she was, that she'd find them, as he looked for some way to draw attention to their position.

He tried to search for her with his mind, but it was getting difficult to think clearly. "Don't," he began, then simply let his eyes close. He relaxed back, succumbing to the incredible, terrible, smothering darkness that was steadily settling in around him.

"Julian?" It came out more a breath than a word, panic squeezing his chest as Julian's voice faded away and his eyes slipped shut. Kevin let go of Julian's hand and pressed gloved fingers to his throat again, nearly sobbing with relief when he found a pulse. Thready and erratic, but there.

It seemed darker now, like Julian's eyes had taken some of the dim light with them when they closed, and his own labored breathing seemed terrifyingly loud as Julian's went even shallower. Kevin looked away, he couldn't stand to see the pale, blood-drenched death's head of Julian's face without his consciousness to animate it. Looked away and tried, desperately, to think of something he could do.

He couldn't move whatever was trapping his legs, had barely managed to shift the few inches that let him reach Julian and even that had exhausted him. The dull ache of something terribly wrong in his belly and chest was slowly overwhelming the distracting buzz of his power, becoming sharp, stabbing pains, and the artificial boost of energy and awareness his power was giving him was gradually being counterbalanced by the blood loss that was creating it.

A few feet away, near where one of the larger chinks in the rubble let a thin ray of light in, the debris seemed to be littered through with wood, maybe studs from some interior wall, and he thought, dimly, that if he could just move those, things might shift. Might open up a gap big enough that someone, Emma, might see it. Might find them. If he could reach. But he couldn't. Not with his hands.

"I'm...sorry," he whispered, breath rasping louder and chest grating with the effort of talking. He shifted his hand from Julian's pulse and used it to strip his other glove off, the one farthest from Julian. Laid his bare hand to the cold stone next to him, on the shortest line between himself and the organic debris, and tried to feel it. Let his eyes slip shut and focused on bridging the gap of cold stone and metal, inorganic and dead to his powers, the way he'd managed a handful of times in training. Gasped quietly at the surge as his powers reached and pushed and then everything else was lost in the clatter of shifting rock and a choking cloud of dust and light streaming in, bright and strong.

Kevin blinked stupidly at the opening, blinded by the brightness, then groped for Julian's hand, squeezing it tight again as he slumped back against the rubble and closed his eyes. "There," he whispered. He didn't know if it was enough, but it was the best he could do.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]prima_frost
2011-05-23 07:35 pm UTC (link)
Emma had been with Jubilee when the blast happened, turning to diamond as soon as she'd registered the explosion. But in the end it hadn't been necessary as there'd been a curious field of calm right near them. So she'd cautiously dropped back into her regular form and cast out a wide mental net, looking for her friends. The resulting cacophony was too much for her and she shut it all down quickly.

She'd have to focus. Find one person and go from there. Because there was no way she was going to just sit there and wait for rescue. She opened up again, this time focused on the easiest person to find: Julian. Except he wasn't there just then. And then he was - faint but there. She started in the direction she'd sensed him in, carefully picking her way through everything until he faded again. In a panic she reached for whoever was closest. He'd had someone with him, another mental presence she'd barely touched. But now she could feel it stronger. Kevin. He was with Kevin and they were straight ahead.

She kept going until she saw a hole in a pile of rubble and knew that was where they were. And to get to them she'd need her diamond form.

"Julian?" she called as she shifted. Julian? Kevin? she broadcast to both of them, hoping for a response.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-23 07:53 pm UTC (link)
Kevin's eyes fluttered open again and he made a vague, inquiring noise. He wasn't sure if he'd heard someone or if he was just imagining it.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]prima_frost
2011-05-25 02:42 am UTC (link)
Emma dug through the hole a little, pulling bits of rubble out of the way.

Julian! Kevin! she called again.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-25 02:50 am UTC (link)
He was too incoherent to register that the voice was in his head, just that he wasn't imagining it. That it actually was a voice and someone was looking for them...someone had found them.

"Here," he called, or tried to. It came out a dry rasp, barely above a whisper as he struggled to draw more air in past the pain squeezing his chest like a vise.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]prima_frost
2011-05-25 03:05 am UTC (link)
She heard that. And she could get a sense of Kevin there, somewhere inside. She worked faster, clearing more of a hole.

"Kevin!" she called out loud. "I'm coming through. Is Julian with you?"

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-25 03:13 am UTC (link)
Kevin squeezed Julian's hand harder and turned his head to look at him, straining to see the faint rise and fall of his chest, needing that confirmation even though he could still hear the harsh, shallow rasp of his breathing.

"Yes." It was more thought than word this time, as he'd finally realized who was there, though he probably wouldn't have without Julian's last words.

Hurry. Please. He didn't know if she could hear him this way, but he was too tired to try and make himself heard over the sound of shifting debris.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]prima_frost
2011-05-25 03:28 am UTC (link)
Emma redoubled her efforts, finally catching a glimpse of them through the hole she'd been working on.

I'm coming, she assured him. As fast as I can.

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Re: Julian and Kevin (and Emma?) in the Castle
[info]_touchless_
2011-05-25 03:36 am UTC (link)
"Told you," he mumbled, quiet enough that Julian probably wouldn't have heard even if he'd been conscious. "Gonna be...fine. Just...hold on."

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[info]luckydevil
2011-05-25 01:57 am UTC (link)
Clint: “Oh God,” he said, staring around him at the rubble. They were in a circle of calm amidst chaos. He looked over at Dom, stunned, then back at the broken building, the injured. “We need to—“

Injured.

Petra. Meggan. Anna, Ali… Hank.

“Oh!” he gasped, suddenly seven years old again, thrown from safety into years of chaos, of struggle, of never feeling right with the world. He clambered up an unsteady pile of rubble, trusting their uncanny luck to hold him steady, scanning the sea of destruction.

He couldn’t think about that now. He had to find—He had to make sure—He had to--

Clint broke away from Dom and the others when he spotted Hank—oh God, Hank--standing some distance away. Clint couldn’t see him clearly through the smoke and dust and debris, couldn’t see if he was bleeding, but he was standing and, for the moment, that was all he could focus on.

The world was ending and Hank was all he could focus on.

Rubble shifted beneath his feet and the deafening silence that followed the blast was now being filled with screams and moans of pain. Clint jump, tumbled, moved effortlessly over the remains of the building and not letting himself think of what else could be trapped under there yet. He just needed—He had to make sure—

“Hank,” he gasped, jumping down from a precious bit of stone. It wobbled but didn’t fall, his powers flaring inside him. Lucky, lucky, so God-damned lucky and Hank was standing there with blood, blood on his face, but he was standing.

A speedster would have been amazed at how quickly he moved. Within moments, he was charging in, Hank coming into sharper focus. Twelve feet. Six. Flinging himself those last few feet, Clint grasped Hank’s arms in a firm grip, spinning them to slow his panicked sprint, using the momentum to keep them from toppling over. “Are you hurt?” he shouted, terrified blue eyes rapidly scanning the familiar body. “Hank, are you hurt?” He lifted his hands to touch stubbled cheeks, thumb brushing away a thin stream of blood. He was shaking so hard with worry and a sickening stab of terrified love for Hank that his teeth chattered.

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[info]luckydevil
2011-05-25 01:58 am UTC (link)
Hank: Hank was stunned for a few moments, staring dumbly at the wreckage all around him that had once been the museum. Even after the screams and panicked bursts of activity -- his quick, witty, brilliant brain was still struggling to process what had just happened to everything around him.

And then -- oh, it was Clint, shouting at him, touching him, looking completely terrified, that kicked Hank's gears back into motion.

"I'm fine!" he shouted back, a little too loud, his ears still ringing. But when he licked his dry lips, he tasted blood, and immediately he could feel the sharp stinging on his face. There must have been glass nearby; his face was a little cut up, with a bigger slice through his right eyebrow, but nothing that some band-aids and perhaps a few stitches wouldn't fix.

He pushed Clint back a little, holding him at arm's length so he could quickly look over his whole body. Clint seemed dirty, dusty, but there were no injuries Hank could see. "You're not hurt?" he asked, mind racing with thoughts of head injuries, internal bleeding, and all the other things his eyes weren't able to see.

Clint: “You’re bleeding,” he said, thumb stroking just under a cut. It didn’t look too bad, but there could be other injuries. The kinds he wouldn’t be able to see until Hank was collapsing, dead, leaving him, abandoning him.

God.

Clint squeezed his eyes shut, forcing away the rising tide of debilitating terror. He couldn’t function with the thought of Hank leaving him buzzing around his head, so he pushed it away, forcing himself not to think about it.

“You’re okay,” Clint said firmly, gripping Hank’s face between his hands. As if he could make it be true by wanting it.

Hank: Hank's blood was on Clint's hands, but it was fine, as long as it wasn't Clint's. He managed a grim smile and said, "So are you. My lucky, lucky Clinton."

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[info]luckydevil
2011-05-25 01:58 am UTC (link)
Clint: “My name isn’t short for anything,” Clint said stupidly before leaning in and capturing Hank’s mouth in a long, heady, breathless kiss.

The world didn’t stop. Violins didn’t start playing. There were no fireworks, though there was plenty of fire. But even still, the kiss was like something outside of time and place. He felt it in his bones, deeper, emotion spiraling through him and carrying him along like a riptide. He didn’t bother fighting it, digging his fingers in dark hair and holding on for dear life as he fed off of Hank’s mouth, tasting blood and ash and dust, experiencing a strange, alien warmth in his heart.

If Clint were a poet, he may have called it homecoming. Instead, he simply experienced one heady moment where he felt safe in someone’s arms.

He broke the kiss first. “Dom and I deflected most of the blast,” Clint said, breathless. “Something about us being together created a…a… Infinite Improbability Drive. We should team up to help people.” Now that he knew Hank was safe, Clint could think again.

Hank: Hank nodded numbly, though he didn't let go of Clint. His emotions felt raw, almost painful, certainly confused, and all he wanted to do was pull Clint out of there and keep him someplace safe.

Stupid, stupid Hank. No one was safer than Clint.

"Right, yes." He reached up to wipe away a stray spot of blood from Clint's mouth. "We need to evacuate everyone."

Clint: “Yes,” he agreed, catching Hank’s hand and gripping it tight. “We need to save people. With some brains and a lot of luck—“

Clint expelled a shaky breath and looked around him, catching sight of Dom amidst the chaos. “This way,” he said, tugging Hank with him. “And don’t leave me.”

Hank: "I won't," he promised, squeezing Clint's hand, grateful to be led. Grateful to be alive, grateful that the destruction wasn't worse, grateful for Clint. Just grateful.

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