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Erik was at a disadvantage here, being practically surrounded by super-geniuses with what amounted to flight medic training. Ask him to operate a Yas'ur or perform an air-sea rescue and he was your dude. How to literally cure a disease? Not so much, but he spoke up nonetheless once a silence presented itself. “OK, so we need to figure out how the virus is constructed. We can use your lab to isolate its genetic sequence and determine its resistance to T4 and T8 cells.“ Yeah, he read Wikipedia, so what, "but we need someone to extract a viral sample. I’ll go, I’m not useful here.” He eyeballed Peter and Jean and Bruce and all the other probable-PhDs pointedly. The entire time this had gone on he’d been alert and watchful-he’d received generic hostage negotiation training in the past; but it really just boiled down to comply and survive. He’d been ready to act at a moment’s notice, but he wasn’t in the habit of playing hero, especially if it meant other people got punished for his misgivings. Now, he could take action.

“It sounds like you’re plenty useful.” Bruce returned. Still, he had no reason to argue. Someone had to get a sample and truthfully, it didn’t matter who did it as long as someone was up to the potentially dangerous task. “Pause for one second, though, we need to be on the same page. There are people in there that might mess up the results. Anyone that’s injured or has any kind of uh, serum. That won’t work for everyone.” The injuries might have meant that other things were not only going on but many were given other medications to either dull that pain or to keep way other infections. It would skew the results. “We need someone who isn’t powered.”

He then continued on to add, “And, you need to be careful. We don’t know how contagious this virus is. Which means take as many precautions as you can.”

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Dick hates being stuck like this in quarantine. He feels so useless, stuck doing absolutely nothing while there’s people in danger out there, while there’s people who need help and he could make a difference. He knows he could, but he’s.. stuck here waiting. Shaking his head, Dick reaches for the radio set beside him, left specifically so he could reach the research team.

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“I half expected you to march in and tell me to shake this off.” He says into the radio with a weak chuckle, ignoring the fatigue and the fever have already set in. “How’s the team doing over there?”

Bruce had continued to push the people currently working in the lab within the Wayne Manor. For the most part, he supervised, gave a few extra opinions where he could but he knew a lot of the people currently in his lab also had far more experience and knowledge than he did. His ego could survive that. He had spoken to someone in the medical bay where people were quarantined hours prior and kept the radio on him in case there were updates.

The voice he heard, though, caused his muscles to tense as he quickly brought the radio closer to hear more clearly. “If only it were that simple.” Bruce released the button to listen to what else Dick had to say before he offered a progress report. “Everyone’s working as hard as they can. I need you to try to keep everyone over there going.” In short, he wanted Dick to remain alert because if he was actively doing something, it meant he was alive and that was all Bruce wanted. “What are your symptoms?”

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loki has only the most basic and passing knowledge when it comes to midgardian biology and chemistry.  ask her about pop culture, magic, stories, or nearly anything else, and she’ll likely be able to give you an answer.  she feels almost lost with the task she’s been given, with helping to find a cure - not that she’ll ever actually say that out loud.  “if something can be done with magic, i’m your goddess,” she says.  “but from the looks of it, i doubt that will work.”  not to mention, loki isn’t the most powerful magic user around.

Bruce understood the discomfort that Loki seemed to face. Not everyone he’d gathered was trained in medicine or science. But, even so, that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be able to help. Bruce thought on his feet, though, and came back with, “Any chance you could build a magic barrier? I have no idea if we were followed and if we were, the last thing we need is another fight or for anyone in this room, yourself included, to be infected.” 

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To say Dr. Banner was worried would be an understatement. However, he was glad for the opportunity to do what he can as puny Banner. Already, he’s seen the symptoms of the illness inflicted on his teammates and friends and had a rough idea of what to do. He even took the liberty of gaining a few samples, safely, to bring along to Wayne manor. 

Upon arrival, he marveled at the mansion. Sure he was around Tony’s towers and compounds, but an entire mansion was something else entirely. Once inside and navigated to the right place, he looked around to gauge what he had to work with while rubbing his hands together in thought. 

“I have several ideas, but I think we need to analyze the samples I obtained first to see what kind of specimen we’re dealing with. Then I could isolate it and develop an antidote.”

“Before you do anything, get over to that cabinet, make sure you’re wearing what’s in there.” He gestured toward a large cabinet that he’d unlocked that had various types of safety equipment in there. “Don’t open any samples until everyone is ready.” He added. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in this person or in anyone else in the room but the moment anyone became contaminated, their hope for a treatment dwindled. There were people that were dying and he certainly wasn’t the type to cut corners on something of this magnitude. 

“Check in with Peter, he said he had a PhD in BioChem. There’s another doctor, Pam Isley, she can probably help you analyze to make it more efficient. We’re working on a very tight time crunch so take all of the resources and people you need and don’t be shy, I can help as well.”

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While Peter was WORRIED about everyone that was sick, usually he would start making awful jokes in a tense situation, but he had a serious look spread over his face. It was one full of determination, and he knew his way well around a laboratory. This is the environment he thrives in no doubt. Peter wasn’t the type to brag about his IQ or his skillset, but if he can help AT ALL with the cure he was going to give it his all. “I have a PHD in BIOCHEMISTRY. I think that makes me qualified to help. I’m really good at analyzing fragments when on a time crunch, sir. Whatever you need me to do.”

Bruce hadn’t really tried hard when he’d brought back the team of people that he’d mostly selected. Mainly, he’d divided people evenly and if people had switched teams or a few others were mixed in, he didn’t really care. But, he was glad to hear that the person he currently spoke with might have actually had an understanding of what was currently most useful. “Okay. That’s good, that’s actually great.” He replied somewhat mindlessly as he moved toward one end of the lab and began to pull out safety equipment to hand over to Peter. They were working with something potentially fatal and the last thing he wanted was for anyone else to fall sick. “Erik, that one, over there, he’s going to get a sample. Bruce Banner also has samples of some sort, work with both of them and I think between the three, that should be good. There’s also that woman over there, Pamela Isley, she’s beyond cold but she knows a lot about diseases, poisons, and the like. I’ll stick around while I try to get in touch with the sick bay.”

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barbara understood that more than anyone; wanting to take a breather from the chaos. “fair enough,” offering a small smile before sipping on her champagne as she raised one eyebrow at bruce, “not the worst thing i have endured, let’s put it that away. i haven’t attended a gala since i was a teenager with my dad.”

“How is your father doing?” Bruce inquired. His relationship with the older male always wavered depending on what exactly he was doing. Regardless, he cared for him. “Well, the gala was made in support of first responders and the police officials in the area so I’m sure he appreciates you attending.”

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When everyone had disappeared it left Jason feeling empty, since he didn’t get the chance to say a lot of things that he wanted to. It might be his fault for having a stubborn attitude, taking too long to build up the courage to just tell his family what he was feeling. There was a second chance for that, and Jason does love his father. “Yeah, you never know when that will come in handy. You know where was a time I considered getting into theatre in school? I didn’t because I wouldn’t have the time for obvious reasons back then.” He shakes his head, and doesn’t think about it further than that. “Is the life lesson that no matter how awful life gets you’ll make it through? I don’t know so much about that, but I’m just a pessimist though.”

If Bruce appeared changed after his death, it was because he was. The residual effects of Bane breaking his back certainly kept him grounded but it was his death that changed his outlook and it was his new ability to heal others that kept him there. “Not just that. History can teach you about yourself and how you’re responding to others.” He offered no other explanation, mainly because he wanted Jason to figure that out for himself. That was one part of his personality that didn’t depart when he died and came back. “You could always get back into it if you’re still interested.” He half-heartedly stated. He wasn’t sure that Jason was anything close to resembling the one that sat with him now. “The lesson could be that from what you persevere from, a strong version of you emerges.”

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it was more than a sense of fascination with t’challa – the egyptian gods played more of a role in his life spiritually. bast is one of the heavily respected wakanda – hapy was another familiar in his beliefs. ❝ the god whose flood nurtured the soil for those in the vicinity. ❞ he responded fluidly as his eyes traversed among artifacts. ❝ yes, i am aware of hapy. ❞

“King T’Challa.” His voice softened with a tone of surprise. “My apologies, I didn’t realize who I was speaking to.” He offered a genuine apology rather than try to add onto anything that the king had already said. Similarly to many who worked with and against T’Challa, he had files on the Black Panther and by extension, the current king. “I’m not surprised. You have how many degrees now? Your work on shadow physics is incredible.”

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Usually, Bruce handled situations on his own with the much needed guidance of Alfred. Instead, here he stood with a decent amount of strangers in a home he never would’ve brought any of them to, most likely, in his and their lifetimes. Despite the piling regret and worry for his son, he allowed everyone inside and had done absolutely no explaining when it came to the equipment and tech that he possessed. The lab was another story entirely but, it came in use for this. His speech came out rushed and he’d only stopped pacing to address the person, “We’re on a time crunch here so just tell me what you’re best at and we’ll figure out how we’re going to do this. Just start talking, we’ll figure it out.”

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One thing never changes in the fact of Jason loving to learn. He had loved reading, and still does even if he doesn’t have as much time for it as when he was a kid. He tries to do a little every night give that he wasn’t too injured after a mission to do so. Jason was a bright child, top of all his classes back before he died. His teachers told him once to get a HOBBY and study LESS with how focused he had been. That clown put a halt in whatever future he would have gotten. “I don’t mind THAT lecture because history is actually interesting.” He confesses with a slight smirk. His eyes squinting at where the carvings would be. “You know that’s kind of beautiful actually – without water you can’t survive.”

Bruce never really knew how Jason would react to most things. But, he wasn’t exactly surprised when he’d embraced this particular conversation either. “It’s also important. If you’re going to stay up to date on anything, it should be history.” That way mistakes won’t be repeated, something he still needed to learn himself. He could only hope he’d taught Jason enough that he would fare well in life when he was gone. It was probably only the attitude that worried Bruce. “The floods were also destructive but they persevered regardless. Two life lessons.”

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“Oh, uh….” Miles hesitates for a second as he looks up at the guy, a little surprised by the offer. Then again, he hasn’t exactly been quiet about it, maybe he should’ve expected someone to help him out so he can stop complaining. He offers the man a polite smile and drops his hands. “Sure, okay - that’d be real nice, thanks.” He laughs softly and shrugs his shoulders. “I mean - what’re they gonna do if I take my tie off now that I’m in here, throw me out or something?”

“I think the first thing they’d do is tell you to put it back on.” Bruce guessed as he stepped closer to begin undoing the tight knot that the young man somehow successfully did. “I’ve seen places kick out people for not following the dress code. It’s dramatic, I know and I agree but it’s definitely an uncomfortable thing to witness all the same.” He began to fix the tie, his motions made it clear that he’d done this countless times before. When he finished, Bruce stepped back. “That any better?”

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“There you go, you learn something new every day.” Dick responds with a grin. It’s not like he’s really bothered by it - school was important and Alfred always kept him on track with his studies as a kid, but it was never the major focus for him. Life as Robin, and then as Nightwing, was always more important to Dick - maybe to his detriment, but he couldn’t really help it. “Oh I know, don’t worry. I think we all knew that.” He laughs softly, glancing up at the man. “No no, I got a lovely invite to attend with someone so I got the night off. You think they’d let me be on duty in a suit like this?”

“That’s what they say.” He returned with a curt chuckle. Things had been a lot busier for him when he was younger. Healthier. Between taking in children and fighting crime on the streets of Gotham, he’d been through hell. He likely should’ve slowed down when Dick was younger but he couldn’t. Not at the time. “Yeah. That’s quite the outfit. Looks nice, though.” He paused for a beat before he added, “You didn’t bring your date over here because you knew I’d embarrass you with questions, huh? It’ll happen eventually, public venues are always best for that. I can’t say as much in public. Lost your chance.”

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nothing about that sort of thing screamed barbara but she had been too many with being the daughter of the commissioner of the gotham police. taking a sip from her champagne flute, she could feel a presence behind her and knew who it was straight away, “i thought you would be out there mingling, not standing on the side lines.”

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“Even I need a moment to myself every once in a while.” He actually wasn’t the biggest fan of these sorts of things. They felt trivial, kind of pointless but he’d attended them so often that they were at least familiar. “Are you enjoying yourself, at least?”

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“I did a whole project on Egyptian gods at school, Bruce.” Dick says with a soft chuckle as he looks up at the piece Bruce is observing. It’s nice to get away from the worst of the crowd - truth be told it’s a lot for Dick to handle, with his new heightened senses. “Though - I’m pretty sure Alfred’s the one who helped me with it, so I don’t blame you for not remembering.”

“I didn’t know they taught anything like that besides Greek mythology.” Maybe now that Asgardians descended onto Earth, a curriculum on them would be enacted. Probably difficult to add and take away from Norse mythology to understand them, he figured. “Alfred’s always a far more superior choice with matters like that.” He replied somewhat fondly, as though he recalled something but spoke nothing of it. “Are you on duty tonight or did someone else drag you here?”

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She paused in her surveillance of the various wings of the MUSEUM when Pamela stumbled upon a temple. Despite the obvious beauty of it, there wasn’t a whole lot she could get out of it. She hadn’t exactly been up for a HISTORY LESSON when she heard a voice call to her but a small smirk played on her features as she turned to see Bruce Wayne next to her. “I haven’t. Care to enlighten me ?”

“Doctor, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” He knew far too well what a moment on Pamela Isley’s bad side meant. Not really looking to start any issues at someone else’s gala, he figured the least he could do was stay neutral with her. “It has to do with the annual flooding that would occur in the area, in the Nile. They felt as though their God did it so they could survive, they didn’t see destruction in the same way that we did.”

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Jason never felt comfortable at these sort of events. He knew how to put on a friendly face though, but that might have just come with all those years living with Bruce as a child. He never liked all the women swooning over his father – the thought alone makes him disgusted. “You going to give me a history lesson, old man?” Jason asks as he holds a drink in his hand, shifting his gaze from what they were looking at to stare up at his face. “Tell me about this Hapy.”

Here and there, Bruce saw several children that roamed around the museum with and without their parents. All of them were dressed up, clearly meant to be part of the attendance. “You know I could and I absolutely would.” He mused. Still, it wasn’t like he’d push the topic on Jason of all of the children he’d taken in. He was sure he had the strongest personality of them all. “He was the God that brought the flood to the Nile each year. I don’t know if you can see them from here but there are these little carvings still in the bottoms of the temple of lotuses mostly, but they’re meant to symbolize life after the flooding. Everything grows from the water.”

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“Oh my god.” Miles whines, tugging at his collar in annoyance. He would’ve preferred to not be here at all if he’d had a choice but here he is, in a borrowed suit and sneakers, absolutely hating the fact that he has to wear a tie. “Dude, this is - the worst. I didn’t even like wearing a tie when i was in school, I can’t believe I’m stuck wearing one again for this thing.”

Bruce had just finished talking with a few other people and mostly had hoped for a moment of silence when he found himself with new company. His statement caused him to chuckle, though and then he glanced over at the young man. “Your tie is probably too tight.” He mostly assumed from the way he kept trying to adjust his collar. “Do you want me to fix it for you? I can’t change the dress code but I agree, formal wear is a little much to ask of the general public.”