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sebeth · 4 years

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Earth’s Mightiest Heroes: Breakout

Warning, Spoilers Ahead…

Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes Episodes 1 &2: Breakout.

Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes is one of my favorite hero cartoons. It ranks up there with Young Justice, Justice League Unlimited, and Batman: Brave and the Bold. I love all these series for the same reason: the creators realize the DC and Marvel Universe have thousands of characters and all should be featured!

We open with Iron Man interrupting a weapons exchange between A.I.M. and Lucia Von Bardas.

Lucia Von Bardas is a rather obscure character. She is the Prime Minister of Latveria and appeared in the “Secret War” mini-series by Brian Michael Bendis and Gabrielle Del’Otto.

Is the weapons deal taking place in Latveria? If so, Tony legally can’t do anything about it.

Tony’s “Unfortunately some of it has my name on it” comment indicates he’s started his “Armor Wars” campaign against villains stealing his tech. It would also explain why Tony’s invading Latveria to reclaim/neutralize his tech. If you haven’t read the classic “Armor Wars” storyline from the 1980s, you should give it a shot. Great storyline where Tony goes to extremes to take back his technology.

I love how unimpressed Lucia is with Tony’s posturing – she’s all “whatever”! Let’s be real, Lucia’s boss is Doctor Doom – she’s heard actual scary threats and seen said threats executed. Tony just doesn’t measure up in the intimidation factor,

We switch to the “Cube” where Doctor Samson patrols the corridors of a prison. We get glimpses of the Wrecker, Zzzax, and the Absorbing Man.

Doctor Samson interviews an imprisoned Bruce Banner and notes that there hasn’t been a “Hulk incident” in 36 hours.

Samson informs us the Cube is the “most advanced gamma radiation research facility” on the planet. Banner warns the Cube is a “gamma bomb” waiting to happen.

Why are the Wrecker, the Absorbing Man and Zzzax contained in the Cube if its purpose is gamma radiation research? The first two villains are the result of Asgardian magic and Zzzax was created by a terrorist act that didn’t involve gamma radiation.

Balder teleports to Thor in New York City. Odin has entered the Odinsleep and would like Thor to supervise Asgard while he’s comatose. Thor reacts with as much enthusiasm as teenager told to mow the front lawn.

Thor ditches Balder to first save and then flirt with Jane Foster who is a paramedic in this universe.

Iron Man lands at the Vault and deposits the A.I.M. henchmen with SHIELD agent Jimmy Woo.

The Vault was located in Colorado in the comic book verse and based on the mountains I assume its still located in Colorado in the cartoon verse.

Jimmy Woo is most famous for being a member of the Agents of Atlas team.

Jimmy asks Tony to look over the Vault’s security because there was an “incident last week”. Tony tells Jimmy to schedule an appointment with Pepper because “I’m sure whatever it is can wait”. Not so much, Tony, not so much.

Hank Pym is the creator, and apparently the therapist, of the “Big House”. A shrunken prison located in the SHIELD Helicarrier. Ultron robots act as security guards.

Mad Thinker taunts Pym that “something is about to happen” but refuses to divulge details.

SHIELD agent Maria Hill asks the Wasp if she and Pym have considered Fury’s offer to become agents of SHIELD. Janet is for the idea but Hank is against it. The duo walks past Black Widow in the hall. Janet asks who the Widow is but is told “she’s classified”.

Power fluctuations occur throughout the multiple prisons and the Helicarrier. We see Hawkeye imprisoned in a cell in the Vault.

The Vault is the first prison to lose complete power. Inmates released from the cells include the Blizzard and a monocle man that I’m assuming is Baron Von Strucker.

The Cube goes down next. Zzzax, the Leader, the Wrecker, and Absorbing Man are freed.

The Big House is the third to go down, causing it to expand to its regular size and decimate the Helicarrier. The Big House now has numerous releases: Mad Thinker, Mandrill, MODOK, Griffin, Constrictor, Red Ghost & the Super Apes, Whirlwind, and the Grey Gargoyle.

The Cube’s Power Loss causes a release of Gamma radiation which envelopes Doctor Samson.

SHIELD agent Clay Quartermain informs Nick Fury that the Vault and the Cube’s systems have gone offline and no one is responding in the Big House: “Something has gone seriously wrong!”

The Helicarrier suffers the worst of it because SHIELD has to deal with escaping prisoners while in the process of crashing.

Pepper contacts Tony to inform him of the Helicarrier explosion while Jarvis tells him the Vault’s systems have gone offline. Tony heads to the Vault since he’s closer to it.

Thor and Jane are having drinks. Jane tells Thor to be a grown-up and handle his Asgardian responsibilities – Earth will be fine. Cue Helicarrier explosion. Thor heads off to investigate.

Banner is trapped under rubble. Doctor Samson stumbles toward him – with green hair. Samson attempts to lift the rubble and transforms into a super-human physique.

I do prefer this origin for Doctor Samson instead of the comic book verse where an alleged highly intelligent man decides to randomly inject himself with gamma radiation.

Vector of the U-Foes opens the weapons storage area of the Vault, allowing a female Whiplash and Chemistro.

Hawkeye knocks out Chemistro.

Hank is not having a good time as he’s in the midst of a huge multiple super-villain brawl. Cobra is the latest villain to arrive at the party. The Ultron robots attempt to stop Red Ghost but are stopped by the Super Apes. Fortunately for Hank, Jan arrives in time to save the day.

Hawkeye aims at Whiplash only for Iron Man to storm in through the ceiling. Tony recognizes Whiplash but refers to Clint as “arrow guy”.

Hawkeye is clearly in the early part of his career – the misunderstood good guy who was imprisoned – but he clearly never fought Iron Man as Tony doesn’t recognize him.

Clint attempts to say “Wait, I’m a good guy” but is interrupted by a repulsor blast. If Clint’s identifying himself as a “good guy” why was he imprisoned? A misunderstanding – like in the comics – Natasha’s a SHIELD agent but did another woman play Clint for a fool? Or is Clint undercover for SHIELD?

Tony battles Whiplash and Blizzard, two of his regular rogues’ gallery, and Vector, who is normally a Hulk enemy. Crimson Dynamo decides now is the perfect time to join the Iron Man beatdown party.

Tony orders an evacuation of the Vault – all SHIELD agents are to leave immediately.

Nick Fury isn’t concerned with the chaos and escapees on the Helicarrier – his only priority is the Raft – the “fourth prison”.

As seen in the comic book verse, the cartoon verse, and Captain America: Civil War, the Raft is a prison off the coast of New York City. The cells are on the ocean floor.

The mass breakout of the Raft caused the creation of Bendis’s New Avengers and was clearly one of the inspirations of these episodes.

We view the Raft and it too is losing power. Baron Zemo and the Purple Man have been released along with a furry clawed creature that we only receive a glimpse of so I can’t identify. Marvel has a lot of clawed, furry creatures.

We also see an unconscious man regaining consciousness. This will be Graviton, an extremely powerful but ultimately boring villain. In the New Avengers arc, Count Nefaria was the big bad released from the Raft.

Zzzax electrocutes Banner which triggers the transformation into the Hulk.

The Leader is in the control room and observes the mass shutdowns of the superhuman prisons. He orders the Absorbing Man and the Abomination to deal with the Hulk.

Hawkeye aids Iron Man in his battle against his rogues’ gallery. Iron Man initiates a self-destruct sequence of the Vault. An effective if brutal way to deal with the villains.

Hulk, the Absorbing Man, and the Abomination battle across the Cube. Hulk grabs Sampson and leaps from the Cube. The Leader prevents Absorbing Man and the Abomination from pursuing the Hulk as “we have work to do”.

The location of the Cube isn’t established but based on the scenery I would say it’s in New Mexico – the traditional stomping grounds of the Hulk.

Fury leaves Maria as the acting director of SHIELD while he takes a team to the Raft. Graviton is fully awake and launches the Raft into the sky.

The second episode begins with a flashback from ten years ago. Nick Fury hires Franklin Hall, a gravity researcher/physicist to continue Abraham Erskine’s work on the Super Soldier project.

I’m not a scientist but isn’t a physicist the wrong type of specialist to continue Erskine’s work?

Hall’s work causes an explosion that bombards him with energy. Hall regains consciousness and realizes he can control gravity. Fury responds by gassing him into unconsciousness and keeping him comatose for the next decade.

Hall was never going to be a nice man but I don’t think you should keep an individual comatose for a decade before he’s even broken a law.

The newly awoken Hall asks Zemo how long he’s been at the Raft and Zemo replies “longer than me and I have been here for six years.”

Hall is rightfully pissed and yanks the Raft into the air.

Graviton tortures Fury but is interrupted by a newly arrived Thor. Wasp rescues Fury while Thor and Graviton battle. The distraction causes Graviton to release the Raft and it falls into the ocean. It’s been a bad day for the prisoners of the Raft and the Vault.

Iron Man requests a new suit of armor from his Chicago armory. Tony’s stuck chilling in a cornfield (Iowa, Kansas?) until it arrives.

Fury declares an “Omega-level emergency” which means that “every SHIELD agent, every Hulkbuster unit, and the entire United States armed forces” is under his direct control.

Hank & Jan demand information from Fury. Hank notes no one has heard from Hall “ever since he joined SHIELD”.

The Hulk drops Samson off at the Vital Diner, ordering chicken soup and requesting the waitress take care of Samson.

Bruce urges the Hulk to head to New York and aid Thor. Hulk agrees if he is allowed to remain the Hulk and not be “Banner”.

Janet throws herself into the fight and Hank follows after quizzing Fury for info.

Wasp gives Graviton hell. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ Janet is my favorite Janet. Sassy, headstrong, big heart, great costume. Also, my favorite Hank Pym. Smart, conflicted, reluctant hero and has never hit Jan.

Iron Man arrives and joins the fight.

Graviton tears New York City apart, and sends Iron Man into space.

Iron Man returns from space and unleashes the repulsor blast/uni-beam to end all blasts.

Hulk arrives in time to debate Graviton’s claim that he “is the strongest one there is”.

Thor’s comment after the Hulk’s arrival: “I didn’t realize there were ogres on Midgard”.

The united team battle and defeat Graviton.

SHIELD attempts to arrest the Hulk but is stopped by the rest of the Avengers.

Fury notes 74 super-villains have escaped the various prisons. If we assume all the villains shown, minus Graviton, have escaped that would be a total of 23. If you include the Super-Apes (who are more of mindless minions than actual villains) and assume the rest of the U-Foes and the Wrecking Crew were imprisoned with their leaders, it leaves us with a count of 32. I’m not counting the AIM henchmen Tony dropped off at the Vault because I don’t think they were imprisoned long enough to be processed in the system. We have 42 unseen villains that escaped but only 40 if you count Hawkeye and the Hulk among the escapees.

Fury asks the assembled heroes to become SHIELD agents but Hank refuses on behalf of the entire group. Hank rightfully points out Fury’s actions caused the entire Graviton situation.

Iron Man agrees the heroes should become a team but not under SHIELD’s supervision.

SHIELD discovers Graviton regained consciousness after all the prisons failed leading to the final question: “If he wasn’t responsible, who was?”

Great debut episode. I loved the fact that even though Captain America was in the opening credits, we didn’t see him at all in the opening two-parter. Very true to the comics as Cap wasn’t a founder member in the series and didn’t appear until issue #4.

I also enjoyed the various prisons and their different purposes.

The Vault was primarily but not exclusively for tech-based villains (Crimson Dynamo, Chemistro, Whiplash, Blizzard, AIM, etc).

The Cube is Gamma-radiation/other mysterious energy-based villains (Leader, Abomination, Zzzax, Absorbing Man, Wrecker, etc).

The Raft is “Oh Shit” level villains either due to powers (Graviton, Purple Man) or influence (Baron Zemo).

The Big House is the least-clearly defined in purpose but mostly contained enemies of Captain America and the Fantastic Four.

Characters appearing and/or mentioned:

1. Iron Man (Tony Stark)

2. Lucia Von Bardas

3. Doctor Doom

4. A.I.M.

5. Jarvis (A.I)

6. Pepper Potts

7. Wrecker

8. Zzzax

9. Absorbing Man

10. Doctor Samson

11. Hulk (Bruce Banner)

12. S.H.I.E.L.D.

13. General “Thunderbolt” Ross

14. Leader

15. Abomination

16. Thor

17. Balder the Brave

18. Odin

19. Jane Foster

20. Jimmy Woo

21. Ant-Man (Hank Pym)

22. Ultron

23. Mad Thinker

24. Maria Hill

25. Wasp (Janet Van Dyne)

26. Nick Fury

27. Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff)

28. Hawkeye (Clint Barton)

29. Blizzard

30. Baron Von Strucker

31. Mandrill

32. MODOK

33. Griffin

34. Red Ghost & the Super Apes

35. Whirlwind

36. Grey Gargoyle

37. Constrictor

38. Clay Quartermain

39. Vector

40. U-Foes

41. Whiplash

42. Chemistro

43. Cobra

44. Crimson Dynamo

45. Baron Zemo

46. Purple Man

47. Graviton

#Avengers #Earth's Mightiest Heroes #Iron Man #Hulk #Thor #Hank Pym #Wasp #Janet Van Dyne #Tony Stark #Bruce Wayne #Graviton #SHIELD #Hawkeye

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ninzied · 5 years

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she doesn’t cry.

a pepperony/stark family fic. spoilers for endgame.

She doesn’t cry.

Pepper knows it’s to be expected. That she doesn’t understand; that she can’t understand, that she doesn’t know how. But there’s no comfort to be found in the things that are expected, when there’s nothing expected about any of this.

She doesn’t cry. She eats the food, or she at least picks at the food, poking the grapes around on her plate, and pouting at the “weird stuff” she doesn’t like, arugula in the salad, and “the hard bread” that she ends up licking all the toppings off of.

She is her father’s daughter, through and through.

There are sliders, but they didn’t come with any cheese, so Happy swipes some cheddar off the charcuterie board, stabs a toothpick back through each one and heats them up in the microwave for her.

She asks for ketchup, and Happy looks lost for a moment until Butterfingers unearths some packets from underneath papers at Tony’s work station.

“We have no idea how long those have been there,” Pepper starts to scold them both, but the anticipation on Morgan’s face – and Happy’s, too, really, even the robot is tilting its little makeshift head at her – suffice it to say she doesn’t go anywhere with the rest of that sentence.

It wedges a small crack in her heart, but only a small one, when Morgan takes her plate of small cheeseburgers and plops herself down on the couch by the fire. Only the smallest of cracks. There isn’t much left that hasn’t already been broken.

Morgan sits and looks around her, expectant. She’s waiting for something, and Happy’s trying his best to figure out what, when Pepper gestures at the table. The mask isn’t there anymore – it’s been replaced by the food, and a very somber Nick Fury who’s deep in discussion with Miss Danvers – but this is the last place Morgan had seen her father.

And it would certainly stand to a four-year-old’s reasoning that this is the first place he’ll come looking for her again. She just has to wait long enough.

Morgan turns to Happy with her untouched plate and says, “I thought you said Daddy liked cheeseburgers too.”

Happy’s face falls, and he’s rushing forward to do damage control while Pepper – Pepper’s just trying to breathe, because it’s hard suddenly, when her chest feels like it’s turned to ice. It was ridiculous to think that she was done breaking after all.

She remembers, at least, how to take one step, then two. In fact, she makes it all the way to the bookcase before completely falling apart.

…

Their life together is on those shelves. Pictures of Morgan, mostly. First breath. First coo. First sneeze, because that was not a battle that Pepper found worth fighting with Tony. First steps, first bite of cake at each of their birthdays. Chocolate for Morgan. Red velvet for Pepper. Anything topped with a disgusting amount of sprinkles for Tony.

Then there were the drawings of them with matching shrapnel hearts that glowed, Pepper’s on a necklace, Morgan with her little bracelets. Multiplication tables that Tony had proudly framed even though all of the 3’s were written insistently backwards. Crayon portraits of dogs that Pepper always said no to.

She should have let them have a dog.

But it’s not any of these things that shatters that last piece of her left still standing.

She’s always aimed for cleanliness, but living with a child – make that two, on most days – was not exactly conducive to keeping a place tidy for long.

There are toys scattered here and there, stuffed animals and small handheld robots that were ostensibly made to help with the chores but more often than not got caught up in turf wars with the lions, not to mention one very nefarious hedgehog.

The hedgehog had been borne of a so-called math project of theirs. They’d repurposed a coconut plushy, and then proceeded to cover every inch of it with Pepper’s hot glue gun, bits of fabric, and hair – hair from Morgan’s toy trolls, her Raggedy Ann dolls, and the My Little Ponys that Bruce had sent her one year for Christmas.

They’d completed the look by jamming in colored paper clips for paws, and adding on black button eyes as an after-thought.

It looks – well, it looks like a little monster, quite frankly, but Morgan adores it, and so had Tony. He’d been beside himself with delight when she christened it “Hairy Ball” – Harry for short, at Pepper’s insistence.

…

(“I…don’t understand this, but I suppose I will have to accept it.”

“Potts, it’s the hairy ball theorem,” said Tony, with Morgan giggling away in his ear as he hoisted her higher and higher. “Simple topology. Take an even-dimensional sphere, and any continuous tangent vector field must have at least one point on the sphere where the vector equals zero.”

“I’m sure it does, Tony.”

“In essence, if you try to comb a hairy ball flat, there’s always going to be that one stubborn tuft that sticks out.”

“I see,” said Pepper, entirely humoring them. “And this is useful because…?”

“Because it’s funny,” said Morgan, kissing her hedgehog in the middle of its lumpy forehead.

“Because it’s funny,” Tony had echoed, like no other explanation mattered more than this one, and they shook their heads at each other with perfectly matching affronted expressions.)

…

Harry the hedgehog is squashed beneath a teetering bookstack, its felt-tipped nose poking out from behind a textbook on origami.

Pepper bends down as if on autopilot, straightening things and dusting down the edge of the shelf. There’s a rectangular clearing where PROOF THAT TONY STARK HAS A HEART had so recently occupied space.

She sinks onto her knees for a moment, the hedgehog’s paws pressing into her fingers. One of the seams has ripped in the body of the fabric, spilling out stray wisps of cotton, and when she runs her palm over its patchwork of hair, smoothing out some of the tangles, its nose perks up as though trying to sniff at her hand.

…

(“Look, Mommy,” Morgan demonstrated for her, vigorously brushing back as much hedgehog hair as she could. “It’s sticking up here – and see, here – also here—”

“I have an idea where you can try that theory out next,” Pepper winked, much to Morgan’s slyly growing delight.

“Like…Daddy’s head?”

“No, sweetheart,” and their little girl giggled again as Tony looked at them both in mock betrayal, “not like Daddy’s head.”)

…

One of the paper clips comes loose, dangling uselessly before slipping between Pepper’s fingers. She watches it fall, blurring together with the rug at her feet.

Her shoulders shake, and then they’re only shaking harder as she folds herself up, as small and still as she can make her body so that Morgan doesn’t see her cry.

Grief surges up from every corner, so cold it burns everywhere that it touches, and just when she thinks she has nothing left it comes crashing out of all that nowhere again, drowning, drowning, if only it would just let her fucking drown.

…

(“That little guy can help predict the weather too, you know.”

“Oh, not that hedgehog theory again.”

“Theorem, Potts. Theorem. And hear me out – you’re looking particularly ravishing today, by the way—”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly, but he kissed her neck and it made her feel so very warm all the same.

“—so Earth’s atmosphere, right? A spherical surface.” He took her face into his hands. “Let’s say there’s a storm brewing, blowing its wind east to west. There are – guaranteed – at least two spots where everything stands perfectly still. There is no wind.” Tony leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Here.” He tipped his head down to hover his mouth over hers as she smiled. “And here, too.”)

…

Pepper’s lost him so many times, but he always found his way back to her in the end. This time shouldn’t have been any different.

This time shouldn’t have been any different.

Everything’s quiet. The music has stopped, even the clinking of silverware, plates, all the small talk. Maybe she’s imagined it, but she can’t hear anything else beyond the soft raggedness of each breath as it shakes its way in and out of her body.

“Mrs. Stark?” A voice, sounding more distant than it probably is, and then a light awkward tapping on her shoulder. “I mean, Miss Potts. Mi—umm.” Peter Parker clears his throat, and she blinks, blinks, blinks until the hand he’s held out to her comes into focus. “I think you dropped this.”

She takes the paper clip, and manages a watery chuckle when Peter moves his other arm around, into her line of sight, and Morgan’s at the other end of it, holding on to his wrist. There’s a smear of ketchup on her chin, and Happy close behind her, a crumpled up napkin in hand.

“Oh, my darling girl.”

Pepper opens her arms, and Morgan climbs onto her lap, tiny hands already hard at work to wipe away the wetness on her cheeks. Her fingers dance over the smile that Pepper musters for her, and then Harry’s face pops back into view, Morgan carefully lifting him up to give Pepper a fuzzy little kiss on the nose.

“I miss Daddy.” Morgan’s voice is so small – the smallest, most powerful sound that Pepper has ever heard, but now’s not the time for her to break anymore.

“I know.” Pepper tucks her hair back, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Morgan burrows closer, the weight of her settling like a permanent warmth into Pepper’s chest. “I miss him too.”

“He’s really not coming back?” She’s cradling Harry, touching the open seamful of cotton with unsteady fingers.

“No, sweetie. But he loved you so, so much.”

Peter’s furiously rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and Pepper beckons him over, patting the spot of rug next to them. He looks uncertain, but it doesn’t last long before he’s collapsing himself down, shoulders quaking as she puts her arm around him too.

Morgan sniffles into her neck, her whole body tightening as though trying to resist all this sadness she still doesn’t know what to do with, how to make it go away. Pepper murmurs soothing things in her hair, and then she closes her eyes, if only for a few blessed seconds, so that the world can stop spinning and just give her daughter a moment to cry.

It almost hurts, not to let herself cry with her.

“Hey, Miss Pepper?” says Peter, after a while. He’s dabbing his nose with a clean handkerchief that his Aunt May has just brought him. He points at the hedgehog, its missing paw still clutched in her hand. “What is…that?”

Morgan pipes up, before Pepper has a chance to say otherwise, “This is Hairy Ball.” The words come out a bit gargly and hoarse, but she straightens a little, looking pleased that someone is asking.

Happy coughs out a laugh into his hand. At the edge of Pepper’s vision, she sees Nick still over by the food, his one good eyebrow nearly shooting right off of his forehead.

Peter, meanwhile, looks simply floored. “As in the theorem? Cool.”

“See, Mommy?” Morgan wipes at her eyes, and graciously passes the hedgehog over for Peter’s perusal. “Daddy and I told you.”

“You most certainly did.” Pepper leans back as Morgan points out all of Harry’s features, Peter following raptly along and nodding his head at all the right moments. That crack in her chest opens just a bit wider, leaving a hitch in her breath that aches, and aches, and aches.

Her eyes are burning again.

But it’s okay, Pepper thinks, because there’s no other option. She’d made a promise to Tony that they were going to be okay. She has to believe it will look different from this, someday, but for now—

For now, they can take turns standing still.

[ao3.]

#endgame #avengers endgame #mcu #endgame spoilers #pepperony #well this is mildly terrifying

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tydy-the-megnet · 5 years

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Let's Watch Captain Marvel

Alrighty. It's definitely late, but I finally got the DVD. So, I'm watching Captain Marvel.

I've decided to make this post about it, which I will write as I go, because I've seen a lot of discussion about the movie without actually hearing about what happens in it... so uh... yeah. Here are my thoughts as I think them:

Brie Larson looks good with long hair. Also, is Carol bleeding blue...? I want to know what that's about and if it's important

Movie is said to take place in the 90s. Space still already has flying cars. I guess Star Wars wasn't not accurate

Listen Sensei dude, if there is one thing I've learned from anime, emotions only make you stronger.

"You gave me these" *shakes fists* is that literal? Like did Mr Sensei really give her fists or is that referring to her powers...? I know nothing of Captain Marvel

He's talking about controlling impulses again. He clearly hasn't seen any anime

The Skrull are the shapeshifters yeah?

... amnesia...?

Now the supreme intelligence (god ai???) Is also talking about controlling her emotions. I still don't buy it.

Mission time. Digging the banter

"I laugh on the inside. I'm not doing that now."

Hm, not sure how I feel about the helmet thing

Hard light scuba gear? That's cool

I'm digging the kinda star wars vibe

Captain listen to your CO but also dont listen to him at all

Yeah the skrull are the shapeshifters everything makes sense now

Wait is her name Veers? Or is that what she's called just because she doesn't remember who she is?

AIR FORCE YEAH

GO KARTS YEAH

GO KART NO

More of this "too emotional" stuff?

Goose!

Digging the whole mental probe thing.

*Tries percussive maintain on a person*

"I dont know any Dr Larson"

So that had me confused bc I was like "Wasnt her name Danvers?" But Larson is the actress and I guess that's just a character????

Do I have the two backwards?

Skrull: *snarls*

Captain: *snarls back*

I like her

She fights like an anime character while everyone else is an 80s sci-fi movie

Get the boots!!!

And touchdown! Planet C-53! Locally known as Earth!

I guess Captain Marvel could be called a blockbuster hit in-universe and out huh?

I'm hilarious

Honey in basically in the space-boonies now you got no service here lol

This poor confused security guard lol

She called across the galaxy on a pay phone...? Yeah okay cool cool

"[C-53]'s a real shithole" yeah give it 30 years or so it gets worse

Okay why do people not like Captain Marvel?

She's like a mix of Tony, Thor, and Steve

Is that... Coulson? Young Coulson!?

YOUNG FURY!

I don't think that was young Coulson after all...

Or is it?

Idek

TRAIN FIGHT

Why are these bystanders trying to stop Veers(?) from fighting this obviously not normal old lady?

What kinda old lady can flip like that?

TRAIN FIGHT 2, ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

oh it was Young Coulson!

Poor Coulson

Damn, Nick

*uses AltaVista*

So it's later 90s. Got it.

Lmao dial-up

I guess they're in california?

Lmao dial-up

Ah so this is the motorcycle scene I've heard about. Apparently they cut the part where she nearly breaks the guy's fingers? Disappointing.

The skrull aren't carbon-based life forms that's so cool!

Not on the periodic table...? Let's see, in the 90s... I guess stuff like rutherfordium and onward wouldn't be on there. Uh, maybe technetium? There might be a couple others but for the most part chemistry was advanced enough.

Unless it's something beyond like 118. Which is weird to think about but whatever I should stop thinking about it

Except elements like that would have to be in group 14 yeah?

Biology isnt exactly my forte but

Okay perhaps it's what we now know as flerovium?

The elements in the carbon group should react similarly enough to be the foundation of an entire life form

That's why silicon is used for synthetic stuff a lot right?

And tin

I'm getting off track the movie has been paused for a few minutes now

I'm just going to assume they are flerovium-based life forms

Oh shit they're in SHIELD

So Pegasus is a flight team, or an AF division, or....?

"I don't know if this guy is really human. I'd better ask a bunch of questions to which I don't know the answer."

A skrull could be saying random words and it would totally work

"If toast is cut diagonally I can't easy it."

Why the heck not??????

"That was a photon blast" is that what that is? Awesome

I want Peter to meet her. I think he'd have a new contender for favorite

"A skrull can't do that. " how is he supposed to know that?

Young and slightly less suspicious Fury??

"Noble warrior heroes"

J O S E P H

NASA and USAF. Sweet.

"State-of-the-art two-way pager"

Ah the old tape-and-fingerprint trick. Haven't seen that since the 90s--oh

GOOSE

Fury meeting Goose is the purest scene in marvel

"you sat there and watched me play with tape?" Lmao

"Shes kookoo" "Kree glyphs" ":O"

Veers was the pilot

I still don't know her sensei's name

"Excellent work, Nicholas" ":O"

LARSON WAS MAR-VELL!??!!!?!

(I know who Mar-Vell is!)

Okay okay okay

More of this "dont emotion" garbage. Listen Veers, DON'T listen

FURY FIGHT SCENE

COULSON NO

COULSON YES

"You know how to fly this thing?" "Uh" "it's a yes or no question"

GOOSE

They're going to LA

(Louisiana not Los Angeles)

Cool

Why do people not like this this is great!

She's got the worst part of Thor, but the best part of Tony and Steve!

RONIN!?!??!??!?!!?!??!?!?!??!??!:0!?!?!

AUNTIE CAROL?!?!?

(So it IS Carol Danvers. Which means Larson isn't her mother. Which makes since because she's actually Mar-Vell. Who's... well, not the mother.)

The Good Lady Ms. Captain Carol Marvel "I-Can-Boil-Tea-With-My-Bare-Hands-Which-Shoot-Lasers-Too" Danvers Ma'am

"You're jacket. Mom doesn't let me wear it anymore after I spilled ketchup on it."

I dont know this kid's name but I really really like her.

"Call me young lady again and I'll put my foot in a place it's not supposed to be."

... that one is more clever with context but whatever

"Am I supposed to guess where that is?" "Your ass"

Monika. That's the kid's name. She's great.

Ah, more ancient relics they call "tech" lol

FLY TIME

Do a barrel roll

She did a barrel roll!

"Your blood is uhhh blue" "yeah but how's my hair"

Ah, "Vers" bc they assumed that was her name. Interesting.

Also I want to get super power by blowing something up that's way cooler than being bitten by a stupid spider

Is she human? Is she not? I've no clue

The skrull are the good guys. Things are starting to make sense again.

... maybe I should've pushed to watch this before far from home.

... huh.

... is she human?

Okay so I'm still a little confused but I think I got it.

Though I won't say I dont want something else to blow up

"Those aren't coordinates they're orbital vectors." "It's basic physics." "Couldnt you figure that out? You're my science guy."

"I just think you should consider what kind of example you're setting for your daughter." That's it. That's the best line in the whole movie. Time to go.

Her suit can change colors on a whim!?!

That's awesome

I DIG THE NEW LOOK

I mean I saw it in Endgame but

"How do I look?" "Fresh" lmao 90s

RONIN NO

GOOSE YES

"What's a cat?" xD

"Why would I turn into a filing cabinet?"

Space lab. Cool.

Is that the tesseract??

THAT'S THE TESSERACT

She can pick it up!!

Does that mean she could've wielded the Infinity Gauntlet??????

Pinball lmao

968700!?!???!??!!?!!??!?!???!??!?!??!?!?!?

HOLY FLERKEN SHIP

GOOSE

YES CAROL

GET EMOTIONED

KICK HIS BUTT

GOOSE NOOOO

Those bastards

"Only human" HEY I RESENT THAT

THE FACT THAT YOUR HUMAN FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATION

GOOD LADY MISS CAPTAIN CAROL MARVEL DANVERS MISS AWESOME MA'AM SENPAI SAMA

SHE'S A SUPER SAIYAN

PURE OF HEART AND AWAKENED BY FURY

(I'm still hilarious)

GOOSE DID THE THING

This is awesome why dont more people love it???

"Good kitty"

This very quickly went from Star Wars to Dragon Ball and I am loving it

She really is an anime character

Did she? Is that? Nerf gun?

Okay Carol isnt that much god mode there was just a nerd gun on the floor okay cool yeah sure

"Just like Havana" TALOS YOU BEAUTIFUL--

Remember how captain america jumped to the outside of a plane and fought through it? Yeah CM just did that in SPACE take that Steve

Still dont know how I feel about the helmet thing though

JUST LIKE BEGGAR'S CANYON BACK HOME

RONIN

Yeah, those are explosions

Ronin: O_O

Ronin: .... yeah bye

"I have nothing to prove to you."

HECK YEAH. GO CAROL. LASER HIS BUTT.

Fury lost his eye! GOOSE HE TRUSTED YOU

*thinks back to that moment in Winter Soldier*

"You were Solar and the SHIELD agent?" Omg Carol yes keep up

Fury SINGS?!?!

So like, are her powers just straight up energy manipulation? Because that's pretty cool. Really versatile, too

The way she started the engine makes it seem so

And then she just,,,,,, flies away. Into the night. Like stardust in the wind.

Dig the jacket, though

"The Protector Initiative"

It begins......

"Is it true? The Kree burned your eye out because you refused to give them the tesseract?" "I will neither confirm nor deny the facts of that story"

Lmao Fury

"CAPT CAROL "AVENGER" DANVERS"

"The Avenger Initiative"

It didnt actually show it but we know

Also, dig the music

Aaand now we see, 20ish years later, the snappening

"I wanna know who's on the other end of that thing"

First of all I love that they dont call it a pager because it's 2018 wtf is a pager amirite?

Second, I love how Carol is just there. Great reveal. 1007391861604016/10

"Where's Fury?" D:

Better question, where is Goose???

*one roll of credits later*

Oh! :D

Lmao the tesseract

God this movie is amazing

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Male Characters Who Get Possessed

Note: Or infested. Be free to suggest more characters. Female list.

Vector from Alita: Battle Angel

prison guard from American Horror Story: 1984 (“Episode 100″)

Jed Potter from American Horror Story: Asylum (“Tricks and Treats”)

Otho from Beetlejuice (Added 1/4/2024.)

Brian from Brain Damage

Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“I Only Have Eyes for You”)

fighting boy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“I Only Have Eyes for You”)

George from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“I Only Have Eyes for You”)

Rupert Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“Bad Eggs”)

Kyle DuFours from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“The Pack”)

Xander Harris from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“The Pack”)

Tor Hauer from Buffy the Vampire Slayer (“The Pack”)

Dr. Harvey from Casper

Isaac Chroner from Children of the Corn

Gabriel from Children of the 666: Isaac’s Return

Micah from Children of the Corn II: The Final Sacrifice

Arnie Cunningham from Christine

Demon Nick from No Touching (Crypt TV)

Lincoln from Demonic Toys

Jeremy Baines from Doctor Who (“Human Nature”/“The Family of Blood”)

Tenth Doctor from Doctor Who (“New Earth”)

Toby Zed from Doctor Who (“The Impossible Planet”)

various from Dominant Species

Fisher Kent from Drive Thru

Evan Jennings from EverymanHYBRID

Eric from Evil Dead

Danny from Evil Dead Rise

Mr. Fonda from Evil Dead Rise

Gabriel from Evil Dead Rise

Father Damien Karras from The Exorcist

Edward Furlong from The Faculty

Stan Rosado from The Faculty

Joe Willis from The Faculty

Charles’s killer from Fallen

executioner from Fallen

Jonesy Jones from Fallen

Lou from Fallen

Mike from Fallen

Charles Olom from Fallen

Edgar Reese from Fallen

Jay Reynolds from Fallen

school teacher from Fallen

society man from Fallen

various from Fallen

Isaac Milton from Fear Street: Part One - 1994

Harry Rooker from Fear Street: Part One - 1994

Ryan Torres from Fear Street: Part One - 1994

Cyrus Miller from Fear Street: Part Three - 1666

Thomas Slater from Fear Street: Part Two - 1978

Louis Tully from Ghostbusters

Kevin Beckman from Ghostbusters: Answer the Call

Lee Cunningham from Ghost in the Shell (Added 4/29/2024.)

Joe Allen from Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities (“The Autopsy”)

Walter Gilman from Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities (“The Dreams in the Witch House”)

Carl Winters from Guillermo del Toro’s Cabinet of Curiosities (“The Autopsy”)

Quirinus Quirrell from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Philip Channard from Hellbound: Hellraiser II

Peter Graham from Hereditary

Henry from Incarnate

Brackish Okun from Independence Day

Josh Lambert from Insidious

Dalton Lambert from Insidious: The Red Door

Stone from Jack Frost

Robert Campbell from Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday

Josh from Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday

Phil from Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday

various in Venom (Kamikaze)

Jack Peruci from Medusa

Tom Hanniger from My Bloody Valentine 3D

Alex Dunkelman from My Soul to Take

Abel Plenkov from My Soul to Take

Owen Parchin from The Night House

Brad from Night of the Creeps

janitor from Night of the Creeps

Johnny from Night of the Creeps

various from Night of the Creeps

Jay from Night of the Demons

Max from Night of the Demons

Sal from Night of the Demons

Stooge from Night of the Demons

Colin Levy from Night of the Demons 2009

Louis from Night of the Demons 2009

Jason Rogers from Night of the Demons 2009

Dex Thrilby from Night of the Demons 2009

Jesse Walsh from A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge

Clark from The Outer Limits (“From within”)

Evan from The Outer Limits (“From within”)

Jake Hart from The Outer Limits (“From within”)

Sheriff Lewis from The Outer Limits (“From within”)

Clyde Brenek from The Possession

Michael King from The Possession of Michael King

Jarrod from Power Rangers Jungle Fury

beach guy from Scooby-Doo

Brad from Scooby-Doo

Coast Guard #2 from Scooby-Doo

Dead Mike’s bartender from Scooby-Doo

Fitzgibbon from Scooby-Doo

Melvin Doo from Scooby-Doo

Stan Frazier from Scooby-Doo

guy who hung onto bike from Scooby-Doo

DJ Homicide from Scooby-Doo

Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo

Murphy Karges from Scooby-Doo

Mark McGrath from Scooby-Doo

Rodney Sheppard from Scooby-Doo

soul guy from Scooby-Doo (As spookiestoflads said, “he has a body[,] right?”)

Spooky Hotel’s bartender from Scooby-Doo

Training Video Guy #1 from Scooby-Doo

Training Video Guy #2 from Scooby-Doo

travelers from Scooby-Doo

various dancers from Scooby-Doo

Velma’s friend from Scooby-Doo

Grant Grant from Slither

Mr. Strutemyer from Slither

Wally from Slither

Charles Barkley from Space Jam

Moggey Bogues from Space Jam

Shawn Bradley from Space Jam

Larry Johnson from Space Jam

Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things 3

Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3

Bruce Lowe from Stranger Things 3

Charlie Hobbs from The Stuff

Jason’s father from The Stuff

businessman from Suicide Squad

Esteban Ramírez from The Suite Life of Zack & Cody (“The Ghost of Suite 613″)

Sam Winchester from Supernatural (“Born under a Bad Sign”)

Duane Tanner from Supernatural (“Croatan”)

hospital employee from Supernatural (“In My Time of Dying”)

co-pilot from Supernatural (“Phantom Traveler”)

Chuck Lambert from Supernatural (“Phantom Traveler”)

George Phelps from Supernatural (“Phantom Traveler”)

John Winchester from Supernatural (“Salvation”)

kumicho from Teen Wolf

Jordan Parrish from Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf (season 3, part 2)

Jonah Hill from This Is the End

Hang Chang from Truth or Dare

Tyson Curran from Truth or Dare

Lucas Moreno from Truth or Dare

Ronnie Wakowski from Truth or Dare

Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks

Phillip Gerard from Twin Peaks

Leland Palmer from Twin Peaks

Eddie Brock from Venom

Carlton Drake from Venom

J.J. Jameson from Venom

Cletus Kasady from Venom: Let There Be Carnage

To watch list:

The Astronaut’s Wife

The Brain from Planet Arous

The Mummy 2017

Shadows of the Dead

Stephen King’s Desperation

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Cascading salvos of quantum novas became incandescently explosive over the Betelguese quadrant of Orion; the intergalactic barriers converged with dormant asteroid fields as celestial auroras of vaporous incendiary helium flashed against pulses of starbursts in the vacuous cosmic gateway. The golden auras of haloing Xandarian Star-pilots were the sector beacons as the Quinjet vectored through a desolate warship boneyard, hulls of A'askvariian and Kree imperial vessels-flagship and battlecruisers hauntingly orbited against the gravitic force of the junker heap-galactic strain of metastatic- tyrannic warfare left annihilative scraps of allied covenants of purged-out resistance.

Keeping himself measuringly reserved in battle-ready vigil, garbed in his navy blue Strike uniform that was tactically adorned with silver chevrons and the embossed star; like a patriotic Adonis of ironclad poise, Steve adamantly brandished up his soldiery valiance to engage the galactic mission without an impedance of hesitance, against the alpha Nova pilot's transmission urgently echoed in his com-piece. "Understood..." he murmured in stern timbre, rigidity pressing his leather-sheathed palm against the glass plane, as the vigilant stillness of his cool azure irises hawkishly captured fusion-prismatic barrages of candescent hydrogen masses-the fireworks of the galaxy. 'Not a bad view...'

There was a time Steve once told Fury that nothing else could phase, believing he'd see it all. He now wondered what else life might throw at him to challenge his perceptions of the universe. Gods, aliens, magic, supernatural and cosmic powers. And now he was onboard a ship navigating its way through the stars. How did his life get so distant from the simple Brooklyn kid who wanted to be an artist? Humanity had evolved so quickly in a little under a century and Steve wasn't so sure how much further it could go, or even if they should.

He wasn't anxious nor worried, but calmly assured by his present company as he spied a glance at his partner and...friend he'd known for the past 10 years. Natasha Romanov was a riddle wrapped in a web he wasn't so sure he could have ever unraveled. She was secretive and coy in a way that made him curious. Suspicion and uncertainty were at the root of his perception of her given who she used to work for, but over time his trust in her was greater than anyone he'd come to know in the 21st century.

It was in that moment her eyes flicked towards him and he immediately shied his gaze, wondering if she had caught him staring.

The stabilizing pulse of artificial gravity within the QuinJet, Natasha disarmingly watch him unabashedly stargaze with feigned boyish curiosity rapt over the sharply-defined angular planes of his features; the naked starkness of viscerous tension was cravingly banking in stoked ferocity as she distanced herself with measures of tactical caution-they needed to hold back against the sensuous rush beckoning them into a maelstrom of long-denied passion. She couldn't trade herself to become an extension of a reality that was forbiddingly conceived by a dance of traitorous beguile that always ricocheted into a promise of vein-scything passion.

Brandishing up a vestigial charade of sirenic nonchalance over the exquisite coolness of her alabaster features against the fiery-sleekier contrast of her braided ombré copper-platinum tresses silkily half-draped over toned svelteness of her neoprene shoulder; arrestingly Natasha fixed grayish-teal irises with a vixenish smokiness on the graven-edged tautness of his bulkier muscle; while jaunty smirk temptingly quirked over the plushier lush of her voluminous lips with an intimate—rivaling challenge of ardent heat wouldn't be staunched out.

After receiving an encrypted message safeguarded by Nick Fury's isolated Xandarian frequency that originated from Skrull cruiser, Natasha immediately responded to that conditioned protocol with utilized incarnations of her spycraft caliber; she wouldn't lose Fury to fascistic Kree war-slavers- galactic deviants of the Peace Corps stationed on barren- wastelands of Morag. Nothing 'close to the vest' was expandable. "It's funny how the playing field looks at this level..." She rasped, snarkily, keeping the raw huskiness of her undertone, conversational, as she distractingly reactivated the electric change of her Widow Bites with a deft flexion of her wrist, giving him sidelong glance, offishly. "That we're now receiving calls to dance around in the galaxy..."

"My mom once told me to never quit. Told me if I wanted to, I should reach for the stars. I don't think this was exactly what she had in mind." Steve smiled fondly at the memory. Sarah Rogers would forever be his inspiration to push past his limits and be the best he could be. But those around him were what inspired him to keep fighting the good fight and not lose sight of what was most important. "What about you?" He wondered. "Space or skies, you look comfortable behind the pilot stick."

"It's never good to be comfortable on a mission, Steve, " she rebuffed under breath, tersely, flashing a knowing gaze at Bucky as he was unmovingly secured in the co-pilot's seat with Selina curled bodily snug against the bulked solidity delineated under the Kevlar layers of his tactical garb. Tantalizingly his shapely-wide lips poutily grazed whisper-soft—phantom heat over her temple in reverent-chaste precision of evocative accord as mahogany whorls disheveledly curtained over the armrest; while cherishingly embraced under the muscle bands of corded flesh of Bucky's slack arm, dozily Selina pillowed the supple delicateness of her fevered cheek kittenishly over the bulge of his shoulder as they were melded into their intimate—reined closeness.

It was a compromised—betraying demand for an ignitable revelation that shiveringly arced in her veins. "Well, they seem to be enjoying the ride..." Natasha whispered breathily, feeling the grip of her leashed control headily fringe against the unspoken—amorous volumes starvingly beckoning her in the driven tenor of a suffusing rush of urgent—feverous havoc. "It's nice to see Barnes' like this instead of running on the edge of the afterlife..."

Seeing Bucky and Selina so comfortable with one another, even in front of others made Steve feel all sorts of things. Discomfort might have been one. It brought him back to the mall years ago when he and Natasha shared their first kiss in an effort to blend in. Public displays of affection made people uncomfortable, he had agreed then. But now they just made him feel wistful of an intimacy he longed for. "Could say the same for us." Feeling bold suddenly, Steve touches Natasha's wrist and coaxes her towards him with a warm smile. "C'mere."

His lips captured a surprised Natasha's. Warm and tender with a deep longing poured into it. He felt her lips smile against his before they reciprocated-a rapturous communion that felt soul-stealingly implosive. A heady possession of white-heat became an electrifying mania of raw voltage against blinding ferocity of thrusting pressure of his fusing plushier lips supping hungrily, the commanding-evocative deliverance of virile grace became a fiercer tenor of depthless- gloried abandon as their murmurous groans intimately dueled in rhythmic-intoxicating unison caught in a feverish rush of breath. The shadowing drift of his nose unhurriedly arrowed a scrunch of pressure into her cheek as they became lost in a wake of sensual heat; they were reaching soul-deep for eternity.

In the quenchless succession of the inexorable moment, the roughen flex of Steve's larger palm readily cradled her angling jaw with feathery tentativeness, hotly aware of the feminine delicacy that he adoringly captured as decadent echoes of unbreakable reverence intensified on yielding accord that fierily erupted against chaste tracery of heated arousal-their mirrored supremacy became heart-poundingly addictive-nothing was reined back. It was reality-the shifting thrust of their mirrored jaws, held no sterilized throb of practiced deterrence-compromise as the mesmerized rush of urgency that possessed sensuous glides of their dragging lips breathlessly melded in coupled tempo as the headier, passion-driven edge of their deepening kiss became incendiary as they blindly clung to the aphrodisiacal surge of wet heat sheening over their aching lips.

It was symphonic waltz as their bodies align without reeling back for hesitant distance, against the definite recklessness of instinctive-headlong demand; every throbbing graze of bruising pressure was commandingly recaptured in amorous-visceral fusion. Through ardent-incredible contrast of their wonderous-fevered kiss, drawing out a throaty moan, beckoningly Steve felt the cushioned flush of her kiss-swollen lips exquisitely widening so openly under the fluid smoothness of his, tactilely urging him to mindlessly plunge into careening thralls of unleashed-breathtaking ecstasy.

Kissing Natasha was like breathing in a new kind of life that made him feel weightless as if he were flying. Steve savored every bit of it and the warmth that it brought to his soul. As they slowly, sensually part from their kiss, he feels Natasha gentle tug on his bottom lip with her teeth which somehow managed to make send pleasant shivers throughout his body. The look on her face was positively beaming and smug while he struggled not to grin like an idiot. "Well...I uh...don't know about you but I'm feeling pretty comfortable." He quipped with a smirk which made the redhead roll her eyes at him.

There were times looking back he had wished that ride didn't end. But looking forward meant fighting to get it all back.

The gambit of cosmic renaissance felt soul-crushing to brace against, as gaseous fumes of sulfuric haze bleched out of sludge pits; it was a damnable reality that was eerily becoming infectious as bulbous-lumpish masses of oozy pudge-slugs-moved repulsively in dormant unison of listless traction. Keeping herself stealthily crouched on a stone ledge, as her tousled mahogany tresses errantly webbed her dirt-smudged cheeks, Selina clenched her gloved hand into a tensing fist as her dark irises glaringly roved over the sand-dune vistas-the outlands where the smoldering wreckage of the Quinjet was abandoned to rust. Gripping onto a fringe of collective impassiveness, she evicted a shiver that rushed through her veins when a massively obese slug noisily slurped up a gangly black frog screeching for release from the pudginess of the cosmic slug's protruding fin.

"Guess someone's hungry..." she quipped in disgusted pitch, instinctively easing down her lithe hand over a holstered Glock as she registered the adamant momentum of soldiery determination encroaching behind her. "Don't tell me, we're just going to knock on the door, soldier boy..."

Steve exhaled roughly as he wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow. The merciless heat of this planet's sun was akin to a furnace following them every step of the way across this barren wasteland riddled with strange alien life. The only thing that seemed familiar to him was the vegetation, but if he were gambling man, he'd bet a tree-vine wasn't just a tree-vine here, but a deathly appendage looking to ensnare an unsuspecting victim. Realizing his train of thought, he attributed it to either over-caution or having watched too many scifi movies with Sam. "Wouldn't be the worst idea, I've heard. Who knows, they might even have air-conditioning." He snarked. Not his typical behavior, but it had lately become a habit while operating under stress, and dealing with a teasing partner in the form of a Black Widow. Thinking of Natasha caused an ache to take hold in his chest. Stow it, soldier. He told himself.

"Stealth isn't my strongest suit. But something tells me you won't have a problem there. Think you can find us a way in?" He asked as they ducked into shade while a surveillance droid whizzed overhead on the air, barely missing them.

As the winged droid razored with blinding speed, mechanized with predatory sleekness to harrowingly resemble a swooping terradactyl, in a reactive shift of her thievish precision invested in her leather fingers, against the cacophonous pandemonium of agonized cries mounting within the barricaded fortresses' high walls, Selina clutched the Glock, leveling a kill-shot at the careening droid-at least she would have some taste of devious fun. "You Brooklyn boys always know how to show a girl a good time," she bantered out, snarkily, waiting for the droid to do another fly-by with nonchalant poise. "Just let me care of this robo-toy..."

"I got a better idea. Just hold on tight." Steve said with anticipation to a very confused Selina. Before the brunette could ask what the hell he was thinking, Steve timed the trajectory of the droid and immediately wrapped an arm around Selina's waist and charged towards the ledge. Her startled scream rang through his ear as he hauled her against his side as if she were weightless and leapt-soaring high. The droid moved above them just in time for Steve's hand to lock onto its side. He grunted and strained himself as gravity caught on and Selina dangled and struggled against him. The droid was heavy with its propulsion strong enough to keep them hovering as it continued its aerial surveillance that took them to untold heights, headed straight over the battlement of the fortress. "Don't worry, I got you." Steve told her as she struggled.

Against the precarious vistas of the atmospheric drift, as they haloed a locked-down shipyard, with traitorous urgency, blurringly Selina twined the litheness of her neoprene-clad arms over the enhanced solidity of his Kevlar-sheathed mid-drift, feeling tauten ridges of bulkier muscle vigorously flexed as she disarmingly like a spooked kitten, she pillowed her cheek over his side. A nauseous rush became a possessive onslaught as she gripped onto the dark navy blue of his Strike uniform with blinding desperation. "Slam the breaks on this ride ..." she breathlessly screamed in demanding cadence, as her disheveled tresses whip-lashed her elfish features. "Now!"

Steve held his composure despite the roaring wind and Selina's angry screams coming at him. He felt the droid begin to course-correct itself heading towards a lower altitude. Steve knew they had to let go before eyes caught onto them down below. As they passed over the top of an inner wall, Steve released his hold on the droid. Still holding Selina in his arms, he swerved their positions, putting her on top of him with his back headed straight for the surface. They landed with a clank. The vibranium shield on his back having absorbed the impact and broken their fall with minimal damage. Steve nevertheless groaned as Selina stood over him, looking down at him with a frightening glare behind her domino mask. "Had to improvise. We should be clear to-"

"I'm done playing around..." Selina hissed bitingly in vehement cadence, as her guarded poise became aggressively defensive against the miasmic reek of carious ooze leaking out of dissected skeletal forms that were discarded around to become harvested out by toad-faced blobs of hulking pudginess that were bulbously exuding a tarry sheen of viscous slime-obstructing the rocky crag environs of the monolith fortress' external barriers.

Feigning a rapt grimace of evident disgust over lush crimson of her full-bow lips, unflinchingly Selina quashed down the urge to vomit, as heatedly glared down at two sentinel droids remaining motionless to detect intruders. "If you want to stop curbing fun, I suggest a little target practice, Rogers..." she coaxingly played out, hastily gesturing a gloved hand at the unmoving droids. "Just pretend it's Starks' haywire-terminating bot of mass genocide...Should be easy to imagine that?"

"Can't argue with that," Steve reacted with honed experience as he leapfrogged into the air with his shield held high and bashed the surveillance optics of one of the droids that was moments away from focusing on them. His body twirled under the momentum like a whirlwind that let loose a storm of physical devastation. His shield was sent sailing, its trajectory causing it to land against the wall before bouncing off in a geometrical angle that led to it sawing another two droids in half. Selina's gunfire rang out beside him. The two of them worked in tandem to take out any defense bots being unleashed due to their tresspass. "I see a door up ahead," he yelled after smashing another bot amidst a shower of sparks. The two of them raced ahead down a dark and dank corridor that smelled like oil. The door up ahead opened and out emerged a duo of Lem sentries armed with what could only be deduced as grenade launchers. "Get behind me!" Steve yelled.

The sonorous command of his deep-timbre pitch urgently made Selina react; in fluid-balletic graces of her stiletto heels, lithely she eased into a half-crouch, tactfully reloading a cartilage pack into her clutched Glock, as haloing sconces of oil lamps flitted over her dampened, tousled mahogany whorls. They had breached a smuggling hive, as the odorous reek of tyrannical filth became malodorously potent in the combative wake of their intrusion. Flexing her delicate jaw into a vicious clench, she gritted her teeth, squeezing off another kill-shot of thieving precision. The Lem sentries were arsenals of destabilizing capture-not for partying with. "Is this how you always make an entrance..." she teased, jauntily over the successive dissonance of hailing staccatos of rapid cover fire; greenish haze -alien blood-misted over them. "Or are you just showing off?"

"I'd ask you the same question," Steve responded with a good-natured smile. For some reason, he found Selina's serious attitude mixed with her teasing tendency to be a refreshing mixture that almost reminded him of a certain redhead. The smile on his face became airy as they finished off the last number of guards, leaving them in a cold silence. The bodies scattered around them numbered nearly a dozen. Aliens that were by all indications, stronger and better equipped than them. Steve didn't know how many mercenaries occupied the base, but these couldn't be Ravagers who he had come to know operated with a code of honor of sorts. These were kidnappers, thugs. "We need to find them before more come our way." Steve searched the body of one of the sentries and found what looked to be a gauntlet of sorts that was programmed to open the doors. He grimaced as he squeezed his hand through the metal until it fit around his forearm. Steve watched as Selina searched the bodies of the others, watching as she pocketed a few gold coins and knives. He stared at her blankly. "Really, right now?"

Underneath disheveled his blonde tresses, the hawkish coolness of his silvery azure irises held knifing heat of unbeatable valor, clashingly with a deviant quirk playing over her voluminous lips, as she remained crouched near the sentry's bullet-riddled corpse in a thievish variance of her indifferent caliber, not wavering her roguish poise, against the rancid stench wafting off the hulking alien; Selina brazenly lifted up Xandarian coin out of a blood-soaked pouch. "Always have something to trade in hand..." she ruefully hissed, swiping off more coins."If these space pirates speak my language, it will be an easy slide for us..."

Steve rolled his eyes, somehow finding himself agreeing with her logic even if he didn't like looting from a dead body. "Let's go." He said, lifting his shield and taking point down the hall. Maintenance lights illuminated the path, leading them towards the elevator at the end of the hall. Steve raised the crude gauntlet on his arm and watched as the scanner identified him as a sentry. The doors to the elevator opened and Steve for a moment felt a small sense of unease as he stood at the doors while Selina sauntered inside, oblivious to his unease until she saw him still standing there. He had bad experiences with elevators. Seeing her arch an eyebrow at him he shrugged as he made his way in. Once they were in, Steve stared at the panel of weird buttons. How was it that alien technology could be so similar yet confusing all the same. He resolved to hit the button near the bottom and the doors closed, leaving the two Earthlings to stand in tense silence.

"I'd ask how you're taking all this, but something tells me this isn't the weirdest scenario you've ever been in?" Steve asked her, having heard about some of her exploits in Gotham City.

Unblinkingly saddling him down with a trenchant glare of her dark irises, with distractive ease Selina guardingly braced the curvaceous litheness of her neoprene-garb back against the elevators grated metal door, she incredulously caught a haunting glimpse of a Kree armada vessel within a scrap heap-a junker husk that verminous scavengers rapaciously dissected to sell in trader sectors-a calamitous extension of galactic despotism-gluttonous spawn of Ronan the Accuser. The rabid scum of the felled Kree empire was a barbarous legion of rogue-vulturous scavengers, hiding from Xandar's galactic centurion-warriors of justice: the Nova Corps.

"Yeah," she rasped under breath, sardonically terseness edged in her raspy undertone, while Steve enforced vigilance in his adamant stance as deafening klaxons blaringly amplified in crescendoing tempo-another hailstorm of sensory droids were mobilizing to obstruct them in a strike zone. "Never a dull moment when you're crashing a party..." she deadpanned, readily arcing the Glock with controlled reaction. "Ready to make some noise, Soldier boy?"

"Always ready. But not always eager," he said as the elevator began to slow its descent. There didn't have to be a fight, but he knew Bucky and his girlfriend would chime in that it always ended in a fight. A good soldier was always prepared for battle but a good man would never crave it. Steve tensed but mentally focused himself as the doors opened and both he and Selina were greeted to a wide hallway, no more inviting than the one they came from. Dark, dank, with flickering lights in need of repair. But that didn't catch their attention. What did was the single Kree guardsman standing in front of a massive blast-door. The guardsman himself was massive for a Kree, a mountain of muscle and fat with grisly scars decorating a tattooed face. The guardsman blinked at their unexpected arrival. Before he could raise his gauntlet to raise the alarm, Steve's shield sailed through the air and impaled itself into the guardsman's forearm. It did little more than confuse the tall guardsman, but a gunshot to his head exploded a mass of blue viscera all over the wall.

Steve looked at Selina as she nonchalantly holstered her weapon.

"Not a bad distraction..." Selina breathily quipped in a scathing undertone, under the slits of her domino mask, her brandy-tigerish irises heatedly flashed murderous rawness that banked in her veins, glaring down a viscous glob of Kree blood freakishly melding near her leather boot, as the ogrish sentry flailed sluggishly in a defensive strain as breathless gasps choked out pudginess of his slacken throat. Against the sulfurous murkiness, the alloy-fused vibranium of Steve's legendary-patriotic shield ethereally glinted like a beacon-conductor of hope. In a blinding rush of headlong adrenaline, painstakingly Selina angled her carbon-steel Glock to deliver point-blank accuracy as the discharged bullet cuttingly razored into the repulsive fleshiness of his protruding torso, as the vaporous stench of mucus-slime putridly enwreathed through the raided chamber. "Just when it couldn't get any more unpleasant in here..."

"They can't be far. These subterranean levels look like a cell-block." Steve observed, staring at the grim sight of a withered corpse on the opposite side of a force-field room. The dead prisoner was male, Xandarian perhaps due to his fine clothes. If he had to guess, it was probably a hostage they kidnapped and left to rot when they didn't receive a ransom. Clenching his jaw, Steve marched towards the security check-point and rammed his shield into the mechanism. The door opened and they were hit with a nauseating stench that nearly made them lose their stomachs. Steve had to close his eyes to prevent them from watering due to the repugnant stench of fesses, sewage, and something decaying. "Ugh...Try to breathe through your mouth." Steve mumbled to Selina as he covered the lower part of his face with his hand. It took great effort for him not to heave and lose his lunch, but as he listened to his partner cough and gasp, he knew he wasn't the only one in disgust.

With collective precision on her razor-edged stiletto heels, that was stylized to her brazen tact, frustratingly, Selina brandished a pinch of repulsion evident to a scathing hiss that ghosted out of plushness of her full-bow lips, against implosive exhaustion feverishly arresting her riotous -advancing momentum. Bracing a gloved hand over a metal latch, high-intensity sconces of red strobing lights flittingly haloed over her neoprene-vibranium garb, as kinetic skeins of amethyst defensively electrified with a nano pulse; the disheveled length of her mahogany tresses slickly were askew over the delicate contours of her elvish features as she irrevocably registered a lurid stink miasmically wafting out of drainage vents contorting over them, gloopily. "We need to keep moving, Soldier boy," she urged out in a breathy rasp, questioningly, and steered her dark gaze at disabling sensors rigged to neutralize the detection of an intrusive pace. "They never make a girl's steal easy..."

"Look over there," Steve gestured towards a work-bench ahead beneath a flickering lamp. After he'd grown used to the repugnant stench in these prison levels, he had begun to study their new surroundings. There were numerous holding cells, some force-field generated, others by the crude standard metal bars used on Earth. But what grabbed his attention were the discarded pieces of clothing and equipment littered throughout the area. Some stood out more than others. Such as a carbon fiber stealth suit and a tactical vest. Steve rushed towards the work-bench where, to his alarm and horror, he found Bucky's cybernetic limb resting beneath a work-lamp with a number of tools assembled around it. "Oh my God," Steve whispered, fear sinking in as towards what this could mean. Natasha's widowbites were also on the work-bench along with SHIELD issued-sidearms and throwing knives. His friends had not just been stripped of their weapons but also their clothing. "Buck? Nat?!" Steve couldn't help but call out, uncaring that it could compromise their location. They needed to know that they were here somewhere...alive.

Narrowing vicious intensity of her shadowed coffee irises, in blurring momentum of a cobra thrust, Selina propelled desperate traction, colliding against the workbench in succession of bruising pressure racked in her veins, crouched on her quaking hunches, in a cautious flex of errant poise, Selina splayed her leathered palm shakily over the graphite-alloy plating of Wakandain forged vibrainum that was elementally adorned with golden skeins as she dared a gaze unblinkingly down at bloodied smears disturbingly crusted on the bionic arm's rotator cuff, a soul-paralyzing revelation that had impaled a knifing throb with screwdriver force through her heart."Buck-" she choked out a shivery breath, the huskiness of her undertone was betrayingly threaded into a voiceless heave, as she dragged a lithe finger over damning traces of her beast machines' harvested blood."No..."

"They have to be here somewhere." Steve said, trying desperately to keep a focused mind and not succumb to anguish. It wasn't working. Even as he looked into all the surrounding cells that had unconscious aliens inside of them, his anxiety was reaching an all-time high when he found no trace of his friends. "They can't be..." He felt crushed and hollow with the gripping fear that they were too late. That these barbaric aliens had taken his best friend and his lover, and butchered them to a point he was afraid of finding what remained of them. He locked eyes with Selina, seeing the concealed grief in her eyes masked by tears of rage as she clutched the cybernetic limb like a life-line. The realization was just the same to her. Steve blinked away the overwhelming emotion that threatened to engulf him, his gloved hands tightened into indomitable fists that ached to release their frustrations on the guilty party. But before he could allow his emotions to control him, both he and Selina hear a chilling croaking sound that bellowed from somewhere down below.

"RRibeeeevvee!" Steve and Selina locked eyes, their instincts telling them to reach for their weapons in case another colossal threat was about to reveal itself. But nothing did. The possibility that it was just another alien prisoner-made them feel less anxious but that was until the voice called again, "EEEVEEE-it!" Steve glanced at Selina who nodded his unasked question. Something or someone was calling him.

"Where's that coming from?" He said moving down the corridor.

With a hinged variance of unwarranted restraint against the devastative maelstrom of unenviable heartache; as blonde tresses disheveledly clung over his feverish temples, adamantly Steve measured his pace over grated drainage vents, engagingly in the defensive tack of soldier-honed alertness, he braced his shield against the muscled solidity of his Kevlar-garb chest; a vomitous-carrion reek noxiously sailed throughout the obscured prisoner warren.

The froggish cadence eerily bellowed a warning pitch- a feverous pinch of tense determination etched tellingly over the hawkish planes of his rugged features, keeping himself stoically motionless in a greenish contrast of dimmed light, the flash in the rawness of his cool azure irises became stormily fixed on Selina as she fleetingly pivoted on her stilettoes in balletic grace, not breaking stance as she effortlessly leveled the Glock in direction of murky tunnel. "The noise gets creepier down there..." she gritted under a strain of breath, tersely. "So who goes in first...?"

He wasn't afraid of the dark. He'd seen enough horrors in his life to make the blackness a welcome veil. The darkness could offer a blanket of security for those who needed to hide from the true horrors that moved in plain light. But for James Buchanan Barnes, the darkness protected him from himself. From the grim awful reality that his entire existence had been perverted and remade into something unthinkable. The nauseating stench of his own slimy skin and the sewage water he was forced to lay in had long become a constant discomfort that he'd long grown used to. The gargantuan reptilian shape of his new body was something that was harder to get used to, but the darkness that shrouded his visage made things easier.

For both him and his unlikely partner. Natasha was quiet, like him. Processing their taxing ordeal in the best way she knew how which was by keeping to herself. They were two damaged souls hunkering in the same crappy boat. But they kept themselves aloft with an inner-strength that was the memory of those they loved and fought for. For so long the thought of Selina and Steve kept them going, kept them thinking and processing of ways to get out of their predicament.

And then on one unexpected day, that strength evaporated and turned into fear the moment he heard those voices calling out to him. "S-Steve? L-Lina?" He croaked, feeling the water shift around him as his companion moved in the darkness near him.

Against the sluggish drag of her bulbous mass, with a painstaking strain of her stubbed webbed foot, instinctively reacting to the guttural croaking of her amphibious bunkmate, Natasha utilized an eroded drainage grate to brace the swelled globby rotundness of her blubbery girth as a protrusive layer of her outstretched throat rapted. "You know, I'm pretty sure they're not giving up on us, Barnes..." she rasped froggily in hushed pitch, as nauseatic mucus oozily leaked over her clammy flesh; shifting the bulging largeness of her mutative form she registered the despondent pulse of Bucky's laden-implosive heartache, reassuringly she nudged her pudgy snout against blobby layers of his tensing back. Unsurprisingly while not attempting to move a generous inch, Bucky emitted a scathing groan as he brandished an impassive semblance, as the paunchy expanse of his ballooned-out girth droopily swelled against throaty croaking-nothing would stave down.

They were both morphic-expandable captives of repulsive throes- fattening oblivion of being massively devolved into hideous salientian-froggy visages to become transported to the celestial head of Know-where-a freakishly idiosyncratic collector would store them in his galactic terrarium of exceptional space creatures for his morbid gain. Time of escaping the alien sludge heap was measured on trigger-wire before another infusion would make their changes-irreversible.

Nakedly, as Bucky allowed the damning reality to heartbreakingly tow him back into a boggy tunnel, dewy wetness of unshed anguish bleared his reptilian depths of silvery aquamarine, Natasha felt his Brooklyn resilence ebbing against the dismal stupor was he grappled into-he needed to hit back. "U nas mozhet byt' nichego zdes', no zdes' u nas yest' ... Vse. (We might have nothing in here, but out there we got...Everything.)"

"Vot o chem ya bespokoyus' (That's what i'm worried about)." He croaked. The fact that Steve and Selina had come here looking for them meant that they were both in-danger. If Ajax found out about them, he'd sicc his goons and monsters after them, turning them into blood-sport in his arena or worst, subjecting them to the same horrors both he and Natasha endured. "As long as they're here, they're in danger." Despite how much it pained him, Bucky knew he would have to endure stepping into the light shining down into the pit. He squared himself and gave a bouncing leap forward, trying not to be too sudden as to alarm anyone looking down inside. The sewage water splashed and sloshed, causing him to grimace as it splattered onto him. He saw the slimy surface of his reptilian skin and grimaced at the indignity he felt over what he'd become.

"I think there's someone down there," The voices above became clearer, as Bucky could hear Steve shuffling forward towards the edge of the pit. "Hello? Anyone hear me?" Bucky took deep breaths and began to trudge forward. It wasn't easy when he was missing one arm. The transformation was organic, not cybernetic. The junkers were all to happy to steal away his vital appendage to try and see what made it tick before selling it off. "Hello?" Steve called down again. Bucky could see his shadow in the water. He stands fully in the light and then raises his beady black eyes up.

"I hear ya, Steve. Try not to be too shocked, punk. I know M' not lookin' my best." He tried to sound candor and upbeat. It was an attitude Steve would be familiar with so he wouldn't think he was being tricked or hearing things. But instead, Bucky sounded like a croaking mess with his words barely being decipherable to human ears. Up above he could see Steve looking down at him with a bewildered look, you'd think he'd had his first kiss and he was frozen in shock.

"That really you, Buck?" Steve managed to say after a minute of shocked silence passed. "What the hell happened, man?"

A heart-knifing crescendo thumpingly deafened in her veins, flipping her sleek-curved goggles up, Selina clutched the metal bars, in urgent flexion; against the onrushing surge of feverish wetness mistily blurring his vision, Steve crouched readily low on his Kevlar-clad hunches and splayed his threadbare leather-gloved hand deftly over the vent as the froggish resonance amplified in tensing pitch.

Keeping herself a breadth from the latch opening, the malodorous reek of oozing mucus slicking over amphibian flesh stinkily encompassed the occupied pit as Selina flitted naked rawness of her shadowed brandy irises down at the lumpish, froglike mass below them. Gasping a deadened rasp, breathlessly she reeled back in a phantom variance akin to cool smoke; remaining impassive against the eruptive throb raiding through her heart. "I-It's a damn trick..." She gritted out a hiss, stingingly, refusing not to foster onto the deceptive chimera that rabid galactic traffickers fashioned to lure-flesh Terran blood. Leveling the Glock with murderous precision at the disgusting blubbery heap of fattened slime, thievingly she conveyed no wavering hesitance of vestigial mercy in her pulse-gripping clutch. "Whatever that damn thing is posing as...It's not Bucky."

"Selina!" Steve only just then remembered he wasn't alone down here. Finding Bucky in the state he was in had put him in deep shock so much he was finally snapped out of it when Selina had drawn her gun and aimed it at the frog-shaped creature that Bucky had become. "Its him." He urged her, standing between her and the monstrous frog who didn't react to her show of hostility. "Put it down." Steve held his hand up, urging her to lower her Glock while she glared with barely concealed emotion behind her domino-mask. He didn't want to believe this was all happening too. The pain in his heart-doubled when he thought of what this might mean for Natasha.

"Lina..." The pain Bucky hoped he wouldn't feel suddenly became too real when Selina had come into view, visibly distraught by what she now saw him is. She thought he was a monster-a thing. He didn't blame her at all as each and every day he mourned the fact he no longer looked like James Buchanan Barnes. He'd become Kermit the Frog's grumpy fat cousin. "I'm sorry, darlin'. Guess I shouldn't have tried to be a hero." He croaked, wondering how things might have turned out if he hadn't stowed aboard the mercenary ship that brought him here.

Registering the gravelly croakiness of his threadier-froggish drawl; against the possessive intensity lethally stemming into rampageous-contractive fury became lashingly eruptive in a destructive reaction as Selina lashingly whipped the Glock against a metallic paneled wall. The dissembling pieces of her razored ferocity hailed through the vent's bars in a heart-jolting wake, as she collapsed on her knees sobbingly in the soul-racking wake of infective anguish. A blearing onrush of heated wetness trekked over her cheeks, she dragged her shivery lips with bruising pressure over torn leather of her quaking knuckles as feverish chokes of breath suffocatingly pierced her throat. "I-It can't be him..."

Bucky felt as if his heart was being cleaved in half as he listened to his kitten breakdown and release her anguish. He ached to reach out and console her, to envelop her in his arms as he often did in their quiet moments. But he felt so far away, he couldn't even form words to say despite how much he wanted to say something that would offer comfort. Instead, he croaked in the dimness of his cell, a tear slipping past his beady eyes.

Steve did the only thing that felt appropriate and that was put his hand on top of Selina's shoulder, offering her minimal reassurance that things would be okay. But he wasn't so sure if they would be. His thoughts were side-tracked by the absence of another of their group. "Buck...Where's Nat?" He was almost afraid to ask, wondering if she had been spared this fate or subjected to something worse.

A stark rush of unbidden heartache became stealingly arrestive like a vein-shunting paralytic; Natasha crouched low on her pudgy webbed feet against the unendurable murkiness of her imprisoned domain, greenish casts of light ghoulishly haloed over her pudgier-froggy comrade. Motionlessly, Bucky slumped his tubbier mass against a drainage pipe, a rapt grimace force his puckered snout to jut out sulkily as tarry sludge unremittingly glozed over him-mutative dregs of their parasitical reality had surgically exorcised out his Brooklyn spirit. He was the damnable fringe of abandoning the inexorable fight. "We're nothin' to em' to now, Tasha..." he slurred croakily in dismal pitch, against a soul-lancing throb. "Not even worth a fight..."

Bolstering herself with controlled nonchalance, as Steve's imposing shadow eclipsed the bars, unblinkingly Natasha glanced up with a daring flash of her gluey-teal orbs, blearily mirroring Steve's azure irises that stormily echoed unshakeable-electrified valiance of battle-tested determination incarnate- an unbridled reckoning for their chastened humanity. "S-Steve..." The raspiness of her croaking tenor was bloatedly gargled as she answered his railed-out urgency. "You need to leave...Barnes and I have fixed price on us, don't play this game..."

Nat…" Steve was torn by conflicting emotions as he heard that familiar voice call up to him. He felt relief that Natasha was still alive, but also sorrow that she hadn't fared any better than Bucky and was now being held like some monstrous prisoner. He also felt pain, and righteous anger, causing his hands to ball into fists at his sides. "Nobody gets left behind. You know that. And I'm not leaving either of you." It was driven, passionate. It was all he could spew without letting his emotions get the better of him. He also understood Natasha held the same principles. They would have much to talk about once they got out of here. "Is there anything you can tell us about how they did this to you?"

"Ajax." Bucky cut in with an edge to his voice. "They call him Ajax."

Steve exchanged a look with Selina who had a dangerous fire in her eyes. "Who is he?"

The unhinged measure of rigged desperation of Steve's deep-timbre joltingly revamped a phantom chill against the mucus-coated flabbiness of her abdominous form; Natasha felt Kree entity's sanguineous aura demonically clash with the barbaric-sludgy ambiance that prevalently encompassed them. With forced momentum that was a variance of stealth-honed resilence, she wobbled heavily breadth closer to Bucky, defensive tension became clashingly ignitable as slime viscidly sheathed over the hulking mass of their swelled-out girths.

Brandishing an effective charade of temperate restraint, Natasha croaked out in a rueful hitch, convincingly. "We're dealing with a Kree radical with hardware that mutates prisoners into something like us..." she whispery rasped as Bucky's shadowed aquamarine orbs cuttingly slit with razoring heat of knife-point intensity, teemingly urging her to stake down a rampant warning. "You can't turn your back on him, Steve..."

"Don't think for a second I'll play nice with this alien freak-" A snarling cadence was hissingly eruptive against the scummy darkness of the labyrinth barracks, tigerishly Selina gritted her teeth; raw vehemence suffused in her veins in reactive tenor and with a thievish swipe of her gloved hand in a blinding flex, she viciously clutched a crescent-edged spear of Kree weaponry that was conveniently discarded over an exsiccated husk of skeletal arthropodal remains of a harvested insectoid Sakaaran--it was an execution pit stack-up corpses of traitorous Kree defilers that were once loyal to Ronan the Accuser. "Soldier boy ...Here..." she urged out, fervently, reversing the spear's arced edge as she unerringly tossed it to Steve's opened-hand grip. "Use this to open the grate..."

Steve caught the spear and fell back into soldier-mode. His greater instincts told him that something was off about all of this and they needed more intel before making any drastic plays. But he had no idea what Ajax had in store for his friends and he had no intention of leaving them down there trapped like the animals they'd been turned into. But before he could try to pry the bars open with his immense strength, he and Selina feel thundering vibrations in the floor coming at them from all corners of the level. "I think we're about to get company." And that was when numerous exhaust ports were opened and a vicious gas began to blast into their area. It hit them sudden and fast, Steve and Selina had little-to-no time to try and mask themselves before they began to feel groggy.

"Tear gas." Steve mumbled, shaking his head and grimacing as his enhanced constitution fought to flush out the substance that was threatening to render him unconscious. Selina coughed and shrank back, searching for a door or an air-pocket to safely breathe. In the pit, he could hear loud booming croaks coming from Bucky and Natasha who by now, no doubt realized what was happening to them up above.

"Get out of here, Selina! Steve!" Bucky tried in vain to climb up the wall leading up to the grate, but his mass made it difficult to climb up more than a few feet.

Her feline-honed resistance felt devouringly amputated, the vaporific smogginess of the immobilizing-noxious fumes became exceedingly like cold rust in her throat; the belching resonance of Bucky's croaky-frantic utterance vertiginously deafened against the neasous-suffusive onslaught that penetrated bone-deep with an infectious rush of nerve- paralyzing strain.

The amethyst nanites that interweaved kinetic skeins of her black neoprene garb became stunningly defective against the weaponized haze injecting through drainage conduits. Heaving out a choking breath, with defensive assuage, Selina blurringly hammer-thrust her gloved hand up, as she clutched onto a dented pipe, her deadening momentum became arrested by the parasitic reek encompassing tunnel-like barracks.

Grungily against the crippling assault, her mahogany tresses slashed damply askew over her fevered cheeks, while the hazed blankness of her coffee irises dizzyingly caught Steve reactively frisbee-tossing his vibranium shield in a blinding precision as it metallically ricocheted off a decorative wall of skeletal-monstrous arthropods harvested out of Know-Where fluid pools that were morbidly embedded as distorted trophies. "S-Steve-" she choked in raw pitch, gratingly, as paralytic ether chased her pulse in an exhaustive-vomitous wake. Across from her, gnashing his teeth, forcibly Steve braced his muscled shoulders against the railing, heavy-corded bulk under his tactical kevlar grew revealingly tauter as he collapsed on his knees with disarmed traction-grub-like Sakaaran guard fashioned with cybernetic blades as forelimbs rabidly caught the shield in mid-air neutralizing their measures of tactical defense. They were prisoners. "G-Get Bucky out..."

The gas was suffocating and made it difficult for Steve to see beyond the plumes of smoke that encompassed the cellblock. His determination wouldn't let him succumb to the pull against his consciousness. The irrepressible urge to close his eyes and fall into defeat. He heard a crash nearby and knew that Selina had passed out. Steve rammed the spear between the bars and began to apply every ounce of strength in his body. His sweaty complexion was enhanced by the gritting exertion on his face. The bars began to groan and bend. Below he could see Bucky trying desperately to climb his way out to reach him. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open. The sweat trickling into his vision didn't make things easier. He wouldn't stop, even as he felt himself involuntarily drop to one knee, he kept prying open the gate. "B-Buck...Nat..." He panted. His vision blurred and all sound stop, but he could make out a door opening and a dozen mercenaries pouring into the cell-block. Their guns were aimed at him but no one fired. A few made way for a single blurry shape to walk towards him.

"A-Ajax..." He passed out on the floor just as the Kree crimelord stood over him with a thoughtful as he observed just how strong this Terran was. Maybe he and his friend would be useful.

A vacuous defeat was mephitically fringing, nothing warded off against nauseous tension razing through her. A frequency of resistance had deafened out, blearily, against her lashes flitted on conscious-instinctive accord, burningly Selina felt clamping pressure of destabilizing bracer gauntlets secured on her wrists, a deadened pulse throbbingly synced with an energy cable that veined into a begrimed wall, smeared treks of Kree blood were vomitous sigils of executed oppressors -the installation of Ronan's spawning Accusers ushered butcherous planet-reaping massacres of terror storms when Kree warships condemningly eclipsed over targeted planetoids that were under the galactic protection of Nova Corps.

A metallic skeletal droid had been activated outside the electro-rigged bars, laser-red optics scanned creepily over the backlit cell, isolating thermal pulses of her body heat. Sickeningly registering a mordacious fume of rancid sludge; a viscous ooze of leeched out of hollowed-out Kree skull that was barbarously impaled on a corroded spike, used for a lucid warning-not to cross the Terran-mutating warlord-Ajax. The chimeric reality induced an unbidden wake of bone-shunting heartache; Bucky was in the captive-bloating dregs of punishingly being a hideous -blubbered frog.

Reactively, a featherlight brush of masculine -phantom-heat errantly traced over sleek-athletic curvatures of her vibrainum garbed shoulder in flexing tenor, as she registered corded bands of muscle heavily sagging against her. "S-Steve..." she murmured out in a rasped- pitch, thinly, as the cotton-blurriness of her gaze feverishly wavered on the bluish aura grippingly emanating from the appended cable, every measured pulse was leeching out their warring strength. "S-Soldier Boy...?"

Steve teetered on the brink of consciousness, phasing in and out of the darkness as if he were below water. Static rang in his ears and he felt the weight of slumber bear down on him like a ton of bricks. "Selina…" He murmured, groggy and barely managing to hold his eyes open. He felt dizzy, winded as if he were caught in a tail-spin and had just pulled into a leveled position. He was awake, slowly but surely the world sharpened back into focus and he was reminded of the direness of their situation once he saw the electrified bars crackling with sparks. He could feel a weight pressed beside him and turned his head. "You all right?" He asked with a dry throat.

"I'm not sure..." she murmured throatily, flashing a sidelong glance at her valor-hearted cellmate with braced poise, against rushes of fevered heat that bleared her slumberous coffee irises, Selina felt anesthetic drowsiness warding off; quartered pinkish-wormy Sakaaran grubs clung lifelessly over the drainage vents as throat-belching croaks deafeningly erupted in agonized tenor-a demented concerto of robbed humanity.

Under sweat-damp, grungy tresses of blonde errant treks of crimson wetly streaked over the broad, angular planes of Steve's graven-edge, boyish features. Gnashing his teeth, Steve bruisingly tugged the energy cables, harnessing variances of his determined ferocity, against the chasmal darkness of their hot-wired cell, Selina heatedly watched his rigid corded arms tautly strain with urgent-back-knuckled traction, as flexuous pulses exponentially induced a waspish sting through her veins. "S-Stop rattling the damn cage, Rogers..." she hissed, seethingly. "We're rigged up on voltage..."

Against the barrage of tranq-hazed grogginess that immobilized him onto a fringe of sated thrall, blurringly, with a vigilant flex of resilient urgency, Steve attempted to ease his muscled forearm up, tauter corded bulk delineated underneath tactical Kevlar contracted against his braced momentum. Each shift of driven movement sonically reactivated a bone-sloughing pulse of tasering heat. "Y-Yeah, I kinda felt that..." he quipped under ragged breath, unabashedly, as the energy cable squeezed out the reactive strength in his arm crushingly in pythonic succession. "Grah..."

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