15106/AVENGERS FOREVER: Avengers Day

AVENGERS FOREVER: Avengers Day
Date of Scene:	18 June 2023
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	The Avengers Day celebrations are interrupted by a teleporting dude bro and smiling stormtroopers!
Cast of Characters:	Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Cosmo, Janet van Dyne, Rogue, Bunny Macleod, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Cassie Sandsmark, Clea, Caleb Dykstra, Donna Troy, Bobbi Morse
Cast of NPCs:	Rick Jones
Tinyplot:	Avengers Forever

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Clint Barton has posed:
                       THE CITY OF NEW YORK CELEBRATES

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                             THE  /---> AVENGERS
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Draped in a myriad of vibrant banners, the cluster of bandshells that make up the Rumsey Playfield in Central Park pulsate with festive energy. An impressive expanse of this public haven has been transformed into a transient fairground nestled in the very heart of New York City. It's a grand celebration, commemorating the gallant team of heroes that thwarted Loki and his cohorts in the historical 'Battle of New York' five years prior. Following intense lobbying from numerous entities, the city has at last capitulated to make it official.

Henceforth, the eighteenth of June shall bear the title... AVENGERS DAY!

So was the proclamation of the Mayor, and with his departure from the podium, the motley crowd of guests, dignitaries, and casual spectators were set loose to intermingle and converse freely. Doppelgangers of the Avengers drift among the masses, pausing for the intermittent photo-op. A man encapsulated in a bulky, latex Hulk costume grunts and flexes for an enthusiastic cluster of tourists, while a faux-Wasp graces the incessant stream of selfies with her sultry grins.

Amid the buzz, amusement rides of all kinds spring up, the type that can be assembled and dismantled within a single day's hustle. Over in one of the bandshells, a band serenades the crowd with a medley from the famed Avengers musical. Even a few of the actors from that either adored or ridiculed production are present, graciously autographing mementos.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" a young woman inquires, tapping Clint Barton on the shoulder, "Do you know where they're selling those plastic Captain America shields?"

"I--" Clint starts, his shoulders rising in a shrug. However, she interjects with a dismissive click of her tongue and an irritated shake of her head, opting to scout elsewhere for her query.

"I hate Avengers Day," the sharpshooting archer mutters to himself, his statement floating aimlessly amidst the whirl of celebrations.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And Natasha Romanova is here in costume. It's something that she would otherwise try and duck out of, but it's for the team and for some of the good PR. If some of that will rub off over on SHIELD, all the better. And still, it's at least something where she can get appreciated. Don't tell Yelena, buts he does have a bit of an ego.
    So some time being exposed and enjoyed is something that she'll take every decade or two. It can't hurt for her vanity. And there's enough ehavy hitters here that when the ienvitable interruption happens they'll be ready.
    With enough of the team here and probably half the Justice League on standby in the area, they'll be pretty good. Natasha doesn't smile, however. She just looks on in judgement of everyone. That's kind of her default.

Cosmo has posed:
It can be both easy and difficult to 'blend in' with the crowds when you're a dog. A dog on the loose is a 'bad thing', and it's something that Cosmo is actually aware of, so with multi-hued collar in place, the golden lab/retriever mix moves from the sides of one family to the next, picked for the fact that there are small children within that unit before she's shooed away and has to find yet another 'cover' until locating someone she actually recognizes.

Sidling up to one Clint Barton, she makes herself known by a rather dog-like action- attempting to set her cold, wet nose into his hand as a prelude to greeting. <<May I walk with you?>> is projected lightly towards him, the sound light and feminine. Glancing around, she falls into step with the archer.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Oh c'mon, it's not that bad," Janet tells Clint with a sly little grin. "It's some good publicity for the team, and it buys us a *lot* of community goodwill. We'd have to donate ten times this amount to get the same return on investment."

The Wasp is in one of her more updated looks, a summer-comfortable bell skirt and sweetheart neckline, matched with flared yellow boots and elbow-length gloves. She even has her iridescent wings deployed, though at this size they're entirely cosmetic. The lift ratio just isn't there.

When Cosmo shows up, Janet frowns at the dog. "Shoo! Clint, you've got a stray," she informs the archer, helpfully. Fingers flick at Cosmo once or twice and Janet makes sure that she keeps Clint between herself and the canine. Not far away, Janet's personal assistant can be seen walking the fake Wasp off-site with a wad of cash and a gentle admonition to not be seen when Janet's down in the crowd.

It's just one of those things that drives Janet nuts.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is in attendance today, in the guise of 'Mighty Woman' which was a moniker bestowed upon her by the local media, but made official when she was brought on to an active ad campaign for a big athletic wear company. Here and now, Mighty Woman had been wandering the grounds down below in-costume. Her costume consisting of a dark green jacket-like shirt with a low-scooped neckline, white lined trim cutting its edges across her form. The short-sleeved jacket having a charcoal hued shoulder cape adorning the back of her left shoulder, with a pair of matching dark colored form-fit trousers covered over in the front and back by green and white tabards that hang out from beneath the jacket itself. Tall metal boots complete the attire, with dark gloves worn up to her elbows, leaving her biceps bare-armed.

Rogue is now seated up on the corner of a building with her legs crossed and her phone out, leaving a few social media messages while she enjoys a icee drink she'd garnered while down on the street. She reviews the pics posted on her socials from the event, not an Avenger, but a member of the 'Icons' group from that athletic wear company, it's gained her SOME local fame within the city... along with her heroic exploits like stopping a freaking missile the other day, or a helicopter crash last year.

The southern belle just kicks one foot, humming as she scrolls on her socials.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny Macleod was not above hanging out around Avengers Day in order to people watch. Being a Young Avenger herself (not that it particularly matters, she didn't expect anyone to even know she was one), the young, pink-haired roller-skate wearing girl held her helmet in her lap, swinging her legs as she sits on a barrier, an autograph book in one hand as she hangs out. Of course, she's looking for the one Avenger she knows well enough -- Scott Lang, Man of the Infinite Ikea, to try and use him as a leaping point to introduce herself to other Avengers. She's bouncing excitedly, looking out over the world arund them all, the crowds, and somewhere, actual Avengers walking around the city!

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce arrived late as usual, but this time it wasn't his fault. A black SUV pulled up outside the park, and two serious-looking men dressed in black stepped out with him. Any agent or those familiar with them would recognize SHIELD leading Dr. Banner to the party in the park. As they walked, Banner tried to engage them in conversation, "Look, I don't know why you guys are so mad at me," he said, hoping for a response. However, the only answer he received was a stern directive, "Stay close to us, Dr.," and they continued to walk. Bruce frowned but complied, entering the park dressed in his usual attire, grateful that they had brought him to the mansion beforehand.

As they entered the park, Bruce looked around in awe and asked, "Wow... they did all this... for us?" He continued walking, seemingly lost in thought. Along the way, a child who had been eating stopped and looked up at the curious figure. "Who are you supposed to be?" the child asked innocently. The brief moment of happiness was fleeting, as Bruce was reminded that it was the Hulk who garnered attention, not him. He gazed at the child, contemplating various responses, but chose to keep moving forward instead. He avoided making direct eye contact and focused his vision more on the ground than what lay ahead. Uncertain about how to handle such situations, he longed for anonymity. While glancing at the rides, an idea crossed his mind?he thought about seeking out a merry-go-round to see if the agents would follow him onto it.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Captain America picks up a child who wants a photograph, offering to let the young boy hold his shield. He takes it and smiles for his father who takes the picture. Then the kid thumps the shield. It makes a metallic thump though lacks the sound that those around Cap are used to hearing from the shield. The kid looks at Cap and pokes at his chest with a few fingers. "You're not the real Captain America are you?" he asks as he feels the padding beneath.

Before the paid actor can answer, another voice replies for him. "No, but without people to help there wouldn't be enough opportunities for everyone to get a picture," the real Steve Rogers says to the boy as he steps through the crowd. Steve is wearing his uniform, and has his shield strapped to his arm.

The boy's eyes widen, and the father moves to get a picture of his son with both versions of Captain America. "Thank you sir," the father says. "We were in the subway the day of the attack, thankfully. But it was shaking at one point, and we came up and one of those giant flying lizard worm things was crashed into the building above us."

Steve gives the man a nod. "Those things were quite a challenge," he says. "I'm glad you and your family were safe during it," he says, holding out his shield for the boy to tap. It makes that pure, tonal sound and the kid grins.

Steve nods to the family and then moves on, making his way towards where he sees the other Avengers gathered.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie a superhero superfan (and also a superfan of superheroes?), so she's here for the big party!

Naturally, being that she was just a teenager at the time of the Battle of New York, she isn't one of the people being celebrated. In fact, she'd only barely started her own super-gig, sans powers but armed with a few Olympian artifacts 'borrowed' from a certain work friend of her mom. Cough cough. Whatever heroing she put in during the big event, it goes unsung. But that's no reason for her to be less than excited by this event, and in fact, much the opposite! Along with Doomsday's appearance, it was those great moments of public heroism that inspired her to become the Wonderous girl she is today!

Plus there's cosplay, and the whole thing is absolutely gonna be free likes on Insta.

So she's here to fangirl it up... to the max! And since Diana isn't being celebrated at THIS particular event, she's free to throw off her Themysciran associations and indulge in the pure Avengers worship. There's so many to choose, so many choices.

Iron (Wo)man? She's not THAT serious a cosplayer. Cap? Eh, she's not big on the whole flag worship. Hulk? Yeah, just shorts isn't going to cut it...

There are a variety of choices, really, but ultimately? She goes with something in a familiar genre, if of a different cultural flavor: Winged helmet? Check. Big foam hammer? Check. Shiny metal bra that's definitely a bit more revealing than the original version? Check. And she's blonde, so that saves a wig, plus she already owns metal bracers...

Thus, behold, THOR GIRL!

Naturally, she starts things off arranging herself in front of various backgrounds for good selfie angles, trying to get as much of the decorations and hero-lined stages into frame.

Clea has posed:
Clea's sort of been incognito since London. Especially when there was a serial killer out there killing people that looked like her. Life was never dull. Even if she really wished it was. The white haired sorceress was sticking towards the back of things today. Which was how she was outside of Avengering really.

She's dressed in black jeans, black t-shirt and a purle leather jacket. Yeah it's approaching Summer, but she doesn't have to deal with the heat or the cold given her mother. She's talking to one of the security guards, but she's been keeping her eyes on the crowds and things. Not wanting to drop her guard again.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
'Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Avengers Day! I'm so excited! Will I get to meet them? Can I get an autograph?'

These are some of the thoughts that go on in Sheila Dykstra's mind, a 12 year-old enthusiastic girl that's wearing a Capt. America t-shirt, an Iron Man open-helmet cap, and what looks to be... A pair of Hawkeye goggles and a bow and quiver? Ah, yes! And let's not forget the shield, reproduced on her hand. And the gloves! Iron Man gloves, again reproduced, even customized out of aluminum.

Her brother Caleb, by contrast, is not so enthusiastic about being here - not that he hates super-heroes, he doesn't, but he's more into a silent adulation than actually crowding. But, his sister really wanted to, so here he is. As for the items she has, well some of them the careful observer would realize they are not your common 'shop brand' variety; no, they were custom-made to fit the young girl.

So, yes - people might also looking at a tired Caleb here. He spent quite a while making those items.

Clint Barton has posed:
"I suppose. I still say they could've just put up a statue or something. Captured the Young Clint. Or pensions for life that don't rely on the personal whims of mercurial fashion moguls." He winks sidelong at the Wasp before he continues to stroll along.

Soda can in hand, Clint pauses over by the cardboard cutout of Tony Stark set up behind an otherwise empty autograph table. A sign hanging from the front reads 'Meet the Real Iron Man', which the Bowman cranes his neck to look at for a moment. Another, similar stand has been set up for Thor and is currently manned by a blonde woman in Thor cosplay who is signing away and occasionally leaning forward over her table to bonk people on the head with a foam Mjolnir. A glance is paid towards Cassie a moment later.

"Lotta Thor girls."

Clint peers down when he hears the telepathic voice in his head and sees Cosmo. Far from the weirdest thing he's encountered, and he takes it in stride. Last week he had front row seat to the nuking of an alien bug colony, after all. He nods the affirmative.

He pauses by a concession stand, shelling over five bucks for a hot dog (ripoff) and tears a big chunk off the edge before tossing it down to Cosmo. Now, if anyone asks, she's just his companion dog or something.

"Don't you listen to mean old Janet," he's putting on that voice that everyone puts on when talking to animals, even ones that communicate telepathically, "She's just mad that she didn't think to cash in on the merch stands when she had the chance! Yes she is! Yes she is! Who wants fifteen percent on t-shirt sales? Janet does! Janet does!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Looking about Natasha goes to notice the others, and then goes to slide her way on through the crowd. She doesn't stand out that much - taking on a more subdued manner it's fairly easy for her to blend in even in her getup. She's mostly looking about for when they're going to do something more formal that she'll have to stay out o fthe way of.
    Clint and Steven are given a nod, and Janet gets a wave. Natasha seems content now to go to the side and take in an arc, moving over towards some of the vendors as well.

Rogue has posed:
"That's Cap down there, with the other Cap, and the little kid Cap... and there's the Wasp and Hawkguy over there, and a dog that looks like Jeepers." Rogue is saying in to her phone from her seated perch up on the ledge of that building a few stories up. She's running a Live Stream now, with a gaggle of her followers watching. Her phone's camera is zooming in on the Avengers when people in the chat ask for close-ups of them.

"Yeah... there's a ton'a cosplayers here, it's hard to tell sometimes if it's legit the real one or not. Some'a these people put a weird amount of money inta these suits." She says, focusing her camera on Cassie who gets a ton of hearts, and other obscene emojis flashing across the chat scroll.

"Mods, Ban that guy who keeps asking me to put the camera in... places." Rogue says, sipping her drink for a few moments. "Yeah, him. TheMangasmXX. Time him out, he's bein' way too lewd with his request. Some lewd, fine, but not that much lewd in my chat."

More drink sips.

Her phone starts to scan the crowd once more as she reads the scrolling chatter and banter. "Ya'll are missin' out though, this place is pretty poppin'. Probably gonna be a lot'a fights later tonight once the liquor starts settlin' in... 'specially down near those rides." The Belle says to her viewers, aiming her phone now at the ferris wheel as it spins round and round.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Banner walked silently through the bustling crowd, his hands tucked into his pockets, lost in his thoughts. Almost unintentionally, he almost passed by Caleb, softly murmuring, "Excuse me," as he moved past with the two guards in tow. However, something in Caleb's voice caught his attention, causing him to stop abruptly and turn around. Adjusting his glasses, Banner squinted at the two familiar figures and a grin spread across his face. "Oh, hey! It's the nice people who gave me a ride," he exclaimed, genuinely pleased to see individuals they had genuinely helped, unlike many others.

Bruce glanced down at Sheila, acknowledging her with a nod and a wave before shifting his focus back to Caleb. "Didn't expect to see you here. It must mean you got out of that mess. Don't worry," he reassured, attempting to flex his lanky muscles jokingly. "I really gave that thing a good beating," he added, chuckling softly.

Turning his attention to the surroundings, Bruce surveyed the area. "Ignore the suits. They just won't leave me alone," he sighed. Then, he turned to Caleb with a determined look. "Who are you here to see today?" he asked, genuinely curious. When he noticed the excitement in Sheila's expression, a mischievous grin formed on Bruce's face. "Well, in return for the kindness of that ride, I'll make sure you get to the front," he promised, eager to do something nice for the two children who had already been through so much. Despite his usual grumpiness, Bruce made a conscious effort to put on a better face and ensure their day wouldn't be spoiled.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Lotta Thor Girls. No Thor... guys. Guess that means that someone's a Thor loser? Thorly missed? Just trying to lighten-ing up the mood a bit -- pardon me!" comes Bunny's voice as she chipperly (and slowly) skates by the crowd. The pink-haired girl rockin' a light denim jacket with Sailor Moon's insignia on the back, leaning back on one skate with the other just on its rear wheels, some LED's lighting up as she hits the power on her glove, pausing to take a panoramic of the heroes as she passes by Hawkeye, Van Dyne, An Adorable Dog, and is that Cap?! Gasp!

    "Tommy and Gabby are gonna be... well. Maaaybe sorry they're missing this!" she murmurs to herself.

Cosmo has posed:
Being shooed away before full contact? Cosmo leaps the side, her expression one of confusion as her ears quirk back, those big brown eyes casting glances around. For each *shooo* with the finger flick, it sends the collared golden dog around in a circle, her head down. The tail wags in a slow pace to offer up the 'not aggressive' message, much desired before she actually feels the need to //talk//. It's all in how to blend in, after all! She didn't become the Head of Security for Knowhere by //not// knowing how to stay under the radar, as it were.

It's Clint's approval, however, that brings Cosmo in again, though the thought of part of a hotdog doesn't hurt at all. She comes back around, and walks (a little warily around Janet!) in step. The hot dog is dutifully lept for, paws off the ground. That's twice now that she's gotten a proper city-dog from this person.. and there is just something about him that seems to //need// a dog, whether he thinks so or not...

<<Hmmmph. Not my fault she did not plan ahead.>> is returned at the 'doggy talk' from Clint. It's all gently placed, a delicate communication.

Captain America's approach is scented before Cosmo actually takes notice; he's got a distinct scent (obviously) that she'd identified the last time she'd been in his proximity. Scents are NEVER forgotten!

Donna Troy has posed:
    "What I want to know is, why the foam hammer?" The familiar voice behind Cassie reveals that she can't quite escape Themysciran things today, because Thor Girl has been found by Donna. It's unsurprising really -- the Titans were not around to help out during the assault on New York having disbanded temporarily the previous year, but it just wouldn't be done for her not to turn up and show support to the Avengers on their big day.

    "I mean it would have been easy enough to get a nice heavy replica," Donna continues with a grin. "Maybe a lead core for added weight. No problem for you, but you could have had fun letting people in the crowd try to pick it up. "

    Unlike her fellow Amazon, Donna is not in costume, and nor, for once, is she wearing armor. She's even wearing sunglasses, and definitely trying to blend in. The last thing she wants is to be mistaken for someone cosplaying her sister, an occasional Avenger.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Yeah, everyone wants to be a beefcake with 17" arms," Janet agrees with Clint. She gives his shoulder a consoling pat. "On a totally unrelated topic, I wonder why we don't see a lot of Hawkeyes at these things?" The socialite grins at Clint as she gets her digs in while they're fresh.

"Still, some of them carry it off better than others," she amends a few beats later, giving Cassie an approving side-eye in passing.

Someone materializes next to Janet with an ice cream cone. It's not from any of the local vendors. In fact it looks like it's from a specific upscale gelato place on the other side of Manhattan. Janet accepts the confection with a murmured noise of approval and takes a few bites. After all, its' not like she's going to eat *street* food. At least, not unless there's a good mobile taqueria...

"Oh good. Steve's here," she says in a flat tone of voice. There's a little flicker in her expression that is there and gone in a moment, and she takes a quick, steadying breath. "Oh, and Bruce!" Her expression turns to one of excitement and she lifts a hand in the air, fingers wiggling in his direction. "Darnit, I'm short. Clint, get Bruce's attention," Janet orders the archer, and hands him a foam arrow and replica Hawkeye bow.

Steve Rogers has posed:
It is slow moving through the crowd for Steve. He already did a stint in one of the booths greeting people. He's been doing that quite a bit of late, between the convention in London and now this. Yet he doesn't ever seem to turn down the next event to ask him.

Steve makes a brief rendezvous with a certain British SHIELD agent. Lara has a hot dog for him. "Thank you," he tells her, "Don't know when else I'd get to eat today if I don't sneak it in," he says.

And the pictures of Cap eating a hot dog trend for the next few hours along with all sorts of pithy titles about all things American.

As Lara moves off then into the crowd, Steve continues until he reaches the rest of the Avengers. "I kind of thought the turnout would drop off the further away from the Attack we've gotten," he says to Clint and Janet. Then glances at the throng of people. "But I think this is larger than last year."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"Yes I can see the giant drop tower-" Bobbi says. She's in uniform too, not that anyone knows who she is besides her colleagues. She's also on the phone with Lance trying to figure out exactly where he is. "I'm approaching the pond that's shaped like a J..."

Exasperation, "No - the OTHER pond that's shaped like a J. The one with the pretzel guy..." A huff of frustration as the signal cuts out and she puts her phone back in to her thigh pocket. She feels a tug on her side and turns to see a small girl with a perpetually confused face. It might be genetic.

"Hello there, what can I help you with?" Bobbi looks around and notices the parents with encouraging smiles on their face.
"Is are you is the are with the is you the bwack.."

This appears to be quite a brave effort on the young girls part. She knees down and with a wink whispers to her, "Black Widow. No, that's not me. But you did find one of the secret SHIELD agents." She taps the side of her nose.

The girl looks a little crest fallen and without an explanation as kids want simply turns and runs back to her parents. Bobbi rises back up again and hmphs softly. "Heaven forbid anyone else helped save the city from ... wait why am I upset, I'm one of them now."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Of course, Cassie does wanna go meet some actual Avengers! (... even if she may know some of them distantly already, it's usually in a a sort of 'she was standing behind Diana while they talked' way.) So she goes to line up for some of the autograph booths.

Well, no one is lining up for the empty Tony one. But she does line up to see Thor, even if Thor is presently another Lady Thor. Cassie is clearly well aware of this before she gets there, but it's still a fun opportunity (for them both to rack up some serious likes! pun intended!)

"OH EM GEE I LOVE YOUR OUTFIT!" Once she gets up there, she quickly befriends her Doppleganger (uh, not THAT one), and the two are soon engaged in a series of inventive posing, from mocked battle scenes and mutal hammer-bops, to one of those back-to-back spy movie poses, holding their fake Mjolnirs like they were Walther PPKs. A few of the poses trend more fanboy-baity, but it's all good fun (FOR THE KIDS).

Eventually, this self-promotional goldmine opportunity runs its course, and Cassie goes on her way, with a new friend, many good memories (and likes, and weird emojis from Mighty Woman...) but no actual Thor autograph on her chest, so that's a bummer.

At least she bumps into Donna! "Conventions are really strict about weapons being obviously fake and safe," she explains, hefting the very not-so-heavy hammer about, giving her a grin. This is not her first rodeo. "So I just went with the usual rules. Plus it's kind of a silly thing to bug Io about, when I already get her mad enough asking for constant replacement earrings."

Clea has posed:
Clea's conversation with security is brief and she's just trying to blend in. Which is a thing she fails at most times. When she sees her fellow Avengers there's a nod of greeting or a thumbs up. Everything is fine!

Really, it is.

Then she's about to head off to find a bottle of water when someone hands it to her, "Ah, thank you. I was just about to go get one of these." she smiles to the agent that gave it to her. For now she waits near the line of booths to see who is having fun with their time.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb notices Bruce as he walks by and, recognizing him, he smiles. "Dr. Banner...! Nice to see you, sir." He nods, "Yes, we got out, as soon as the source of that was gone, we found ourselves back at Happy Harbor." He pauses for a moment, "So... I guess it's always like this for the Avengers, I take it?"

Sheila is quick to reply, "I'm want to see them all!"

Caleb shrugs to Bruce, "Well, big brothers do oblige... What can I say?" He explains, "I'm personally more of a 'live and let live' sort of adulation, if you get my meaning. But Sheila here..."

...Is just about squeeing in the ultrasonic (no, not really) when she hears she's getting a front row seat.

Caleb chuckles, "Really, Dr. Banner. Thank you. It means a lot to her."

Clint Barton has posed:
"Hey, you," Clint jokingly shakes a fist at Bunny as she skates by, "Young Avengers Day is next weekend! Quit tryin' to double-dip."

It's all in good fun. If you're going to be part of a great testament to ego such as this, Clint thinks to himself, then at least have a bit of fun with it. He finishes off the half of the hotdog he kept for himself and tosses the empty soda can a good five meters into a waiting trash can. He's got aim.

"Hawkeye's are too cool. Nobody believes they can truly capture his majesty. It's easy to be a blonde thunder-dork, but the patron saint of shooting a bow real, real good? Nobody comes close. Except that green guy and all his family, I guess. And Kate. Jeez, come to think of it, there sure are a lot of people who share my 'bows are useful against alien gods' delusion, huh?"

He looks across the sea of heads towards Banner, cupping his hands over his mouth: "Paging Doctor Banner! Paging Doctor Bruce Banner! The short one demands an audience!"

Avengers Day is fun, there's no doubt about it. There's even a Mighty Woman cosplayer milling about, though it seems like she may actually be trying to convince people that she's the real Mighty Woman. A man in a plastic Iron Man helmet and a t-shirt with the arc reactor painted on it has taken a seat at the Shellhead's booth, signing things 'Irons Man' in earnest.

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Up on the rooftop, a few feet behind the real, REAL Mighty Woman, is a sudden crackling of energy and a flash of white light. Stumbling forth from the light is a man in a leather jacket and jeans, his auburn hair about shoulder length and his features suggesting he's barely twenty years old. He stumbles forward, almost toppling over the edge of the building before finding his footing.

"Avengers?!" the man in the leather jacket asks frantically, breathlessly, looking out over Central Park and down below - almost like he's about to step off the building to get down there fast and he's given no indication he can fly, "Gotta find the Avengers!"

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The energy is unnoticed - it's over by Mighty Woman, and Natasha Romanova is clearly nowhere near as Mighty as the Woman of Rogue! Natasha would go to join the cluster of her teammates, having grabbed a jacket from somewhere to throw over her shoulders and a Yankees baseball cap. "Well, it's all in good fun until something boils over. Are you all enjoying yourselves?" She goes to give her oldest (still living) friend an acknowledgement as she heads up to Clint and whomever else is near him.
    "So, what did we do that amused the mayor so much to declare a holiday? The Amazons deserve it." They were teh ones that stood fast and stood hard against the Kaiju-Brood. Them and the X-Men.. if the X-Men were public and could take the applause that as far as she was concerned they were due.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi figures Lance is on his own for now. Either way, she moves through the crowd with practiced ease. People seem to 'dig' her costume (as one guy puts it) but generally no one knows who she is. That one time she was on news footage it was dark so Mockingbird wasn't easy to identify.

Rounding the corner she finally sees Clint and Janet. "It figures I'd find you guys before I find Lance. He's out there - somewhere." A whimsical smile. "This isn't exactly the pub crawl you promised Janet but may be we can transform it in to one later tonight."

Her smile grows wide at Clint's rant about bows vs aliens. "I need to tell you about Team Baton one day Clint." Ah now that was a fun temporary team-up. The sudden crack of energy has her turn her head quickly. "What was that..."

That there's a man near walking off the edge of the building has her eyes widen. She pulls up her tactical glasses and puts them on. With a buzz of energy her alien wings burst to life. She's careful not to hit any one with them.

"That... this looks for real... Be-Ar-Bee" She frowns and leaps as the anti-gravity technology lifts her up smoothly and she races upwards on an intercept in case the man really does take that one last step.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    SKIIIIID -- the young pink-haired girl blinks as she gets recognized, and then she comes in a smooth arc, and then excitedly treading the wheels of her skates (because otherwise she would be utterly short and unnoticable!), she puts her bunny-ear helmet on and excitedly replies to Clint: "OHMIGOD DID THE OTHER HAWKEYE TELL YOU ABOUT ME OR WAS IT ANT-MAN because once I fought Captain Cold with him and then ANOTHER time we were trapped in an Infinite Ikea and " -- she squeaks, and then gives a little hop of excitement, and then with an even higher pitched squeak she holds out her Autograph Book, which of course is covered with forest animals on every page (and has jokingly been signed by one Gabby Kinney, with the I dotted with a heart).

    "ARCHERS ARE THE COOLEST CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH PLLEEAAAAAAAAASE?!" she beams.

Cosmo has posed:
See? If one wants someone's attention, what better way than sending a dog to do the work? Cosmo looks up, licks her muzzle to clean the bread from her fur from the hot dog, and for a lingering moment, looks at Clint with those soft brown eyes. In the next moment, she's turning around and making a dash towards their intended, Dr Bruce Banner.

*bark*

(That's meant to get Dr. Banner's attention..)

At the same time, however, that burst of energy comes forth, and the thought of 'retrieving' Dr Banner is pushed down with the thought of 'save'. Threat assessment begins, and the tail ceases its wag to lower, the fur on her back rising, her head dipping.

Cosmo begins to find her way back to Clint, and if Banner follows, great.. but if something is going to go down? The man who has given her City Dogs takes precedence.

Rogue has posed:
"Yeah, the food lines are stupid long. If you are comin' out here today, expect to wait like twenty minutes just to get a pretzel." Rogue is saying in to her phone before she hears a little ding and a smile lights up across her facial features. "One hundred dollar Super Chat from ... Mighty Woman's--" She pauses. "I'm not reading that. But thank you for the money. It's appreciated."

Drink sip. Slurp slurp.

Rogue continues to scan her phone down over the crowd, stopping again at the Thorgirls. "Now there are two of them!" Rogue eagerly says to get in her mandatory Prequel Trilogy meme joke. Her camera zooms in on the two Lady Thors though as they pose together. "Don't say I don't give ya'll what you're askin' for." She tells her Live Stream chat.

A horn can be heard honking off in the distance, and it draws Rogue's eyes to the south from her seated position up a couple stories off the ground level festivities. She eyes the horizon for a moment, almost like she's expecting trouble at a place like this to break out at any moment...

And then something happens BEHIND her. Rogue lowers her phone, and turns around to peer over her shoulder as the man rushes to the ledge. Her phone just so happens to be aimed down at the cosplayer of Mighty Woman below, and the chat erupts with all kinds of wild emojis, but Rogue doesn't know it, because she's eyeing the Dude Bro that just appeared beside her.

"You're what?" She asks him, glancing down, then back TO him. "They're all down there, but if you go down there threateningly... you're gonna get your butt stomped somethin' fierce." She warns the guy.

"Need a lift down?" She asks him. "I can fly."

On Rogue's chat, someone named Buttknuckle78 is spamming 'Who is she talking to?!'

Bruce Banner has posed:
Banner smiled warmly at Caleb. "Please, just call me Bruce," he said, nodding to him, hoping to drop the formalities. He listened attentively to Caleb's explanations and nodded in understanding. "Indeed... You'd be surprised how often I find myself in similar situations," he replied, taking the lead as he spotted the others. "I also try to travel to places without doctors and offer help to the sick and disabled," he continued, his voice carrying a tinge of sadness. "Although I haven't had much time for that lately."

Swiftly replacing the somber expression with a smile, Bruce turned to Sheila. "Alright, right this way," he said, glancing at the guards. "If you're going to follow us, could you please make sure they have some space?" Bruce quickened his pace, crossing the gap as he acknowledged that he was only so interesting to observe. As he moved, he accidentally bumped into someone and quickly turned, apologizing. To his surprise, it was Clea. Offering her a hand, he greeted her, then looked at Sheila with a smile. "I think we just found our first one!" he exclaimed.

Bruce turned to Clea, expressing his apologies. "I'm so sorry about that. It seems I've spilled your water. Can I get you a replacement?" Although Bruce hadn't noticed the woman yet, he introduced Clea to Caleb and Sheila. "Clea, this is Caleb and Sheila. They helped me fight off a rather nasty shadow creature," he explained, grinning as he observed the interaction between the group. "And this is Clea. She's super cool and powerful," he added with a smile, allowing the two to meet as he heard his name being called.

Looking around, Bruce sighed when he spotted Hawkeye. He gave a weak wave and smiled nervously. "Should we all go over there and say hello?" he suggested to the small group, realizing that he still had many others to introduce Caleb and Sheila to.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Don't listen to Io. She loves it when we give her strange requests," Donna tells Cassie with a wide smile. "When I asked about jeans back in 2017 and she heard about the rivets, she took over the project and has been working on it ever since. I expect to see the first pair of Themysciran jeans in about thirty years, and they'll no doubt be /amazing/."

    "Have you seen any of the actual team?" she asks. "I saw Clint and Janet through the crowd earlier, but they were too far away to get to easily. And the real Thor seems conspicuously absent. Or at least absently conspicuous. He's not exactly someone who gets lost in a crowd. And there seems to be no sign at all of an Iron Man Extravaganza, which seems out of character. As for Cap, I've seen so many replica shields..."

    Donna flashes Cassie a grin then starts scanning the crowd for familiar faces. "I thought it would be polite to come and offer congratulations on behalf of the Titans, but given how crowded it is here, maybe I should have just sent a card."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet beams at Bobbi as the blonde intercepts her and Clint, and gives her a quick hug lacking in any self-consciousness. "Bobbi! I promise you a wild night out. Start pre-gaming now, once we blow this lame joint we'll go paint the town red," she promises the blonde.

Oops, there's shenanigans afoot. Janet squints skywards and shields her eyes with her hand. When Bobbi takes her leave, Janet dismisses her with a flicker of fingertips. "Go, sally forth, save someone," she encourages the SHIELD agent. Janet starts casting around for her assistant, who appears a beat later with a rum and coke. Where *are* her people storing all this snack food? There must be a private catering van nearby.

"Bruce!" she shouts again, and waves at him. When that doesn't reach high enough she gives Clint's elbow a jostle to do her signalling for her. "Hey do you know where Tony is?" she calls as he closes the gap.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Yeah it's kind of a lame turn-out," Cassie answers Donna. "You'd think Stark would show up just for the shameless self-promotion. And while the other Thorgal at the booth was pretty cute, I was kinda hoping to corner the real thing!" Down girl. "Is that dude at the Hulk booth really him?" She's possibly never met Banner, face to face. "You're a big shot, I'm sure they'd let you up on the fancy stage. Go talk to the bow guy or something."

Simultaneous to this, while Mighty Woman is doing her stalking from a far-off vantage point, Cassie is a clever one. She certainly recognizes the username behind those emojis, so while she's standing there talking with Donna, she's also swiping around on her phone. "What was her... oh right." Soon enough, she has the MighyChat open, and can do a little deduction to figure out where she's being 2 Thor Girls-oggled from. Just blatant stream sniping.

So it's not long after that she's turned toward the direction of the camera, waving back from the distance, even as she pops up in the chat.

wwfan01: i see you

Which also means she's looking in the direction of the flash when it happens a bit behind the very Mighty Woman.

wwfan01: woah!

"Woah!" Yes, she both types it and says it!

wwfan01: did u see that? :pogchamp:

And, to Donna in the real world: "Did you see that? My friend's up there, I'mma check it out." It certainly can't hurt her Thor Girl cosplay cred when she suddenly takes to the sky. She does the hammer twirl before she launches and everything! (Let it not be said that she's just some fake nerd girl thot pretending! She knows her Thor-Lore!) Off to the roof!

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers misses the odd arrival of the young man near Rogue. He hasn't even spotted the Might Woman over there yet. Though someone else comes over and greetings him. Steve lights up in a smile and says, "Jonah, great to see you." He shakes the hand of the New Zealander. "Glad that you made it out. And thank you for making that take out on short notice. It was greatly appreciated," he says.

Jonah gives him a smile back. "Sure thing, not often I get a request for takeout going to Antarctica," he says to Cap. "Just wanted to stop and say hello, I'll let you get back to it."

Steve turns back, just in time to note Bunny Macleod talking with Clint. He catches the complimentary comment about archers. "They are pretty special," Steve Rogers tells Bunny with a grin, while resting a hand on Clint's shoulder.

Clea has posed:
Clea didn't realize she was so close to Bruce! Then she gives a bit of a smile as she reaches out to right the man, "Bruce." she greets him. Then there is a quick nod to Sheila and Caleb, "Nice to meet the two of you." she tells them.

Though there are others shouting for Bruce and the white haired woman gives a look to him, "Janet and Clint are looking for you." she states.

Then there's the bright flash and she gives a frown, "I'm going to go check that out. Will you excuse me?" she asks the group as she starts to float up towards where things are happening.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"Very well, Dr... I mean, Bruce", Caleb corrects. "And my apologies for not recognizing you back at Hellsburgh, Wherever." Clearly, he didn't bother to check the name of the city he was ported to. "You deserve a bit more recognition."

Sheila looks at Caleb, "What do you mean?"

"Sheila, do you see the Hulk anywhere?", he just quizzes, making her think.

And the young one's gears do get to work, so about three seconds later...

"NO WAY!!"

He looks back to Bruce, "She's faster on the uptake than I was, believe me."

And then, he looks at Clea, he pauses, and confusion sinks in. "Uhh... This is going to sound lame and monumentally awkward, but... Didn't I meet you in a dream?"

He looks up at the bright flash, and Clea lifting up, and he steps backward instinctively, hand now protecting his kid sister...

Clint Barton has posed:
"You are a deluded rabbit child," Clint says sadly, though the grin on his face shows he's clearly joking, "And I pity you. Please, take my autograph."

He signs the autograph book 'Hawkeye' and even adds a little picture of a stick figure firing a bow into a stick figure image of Loki with the big horn-helmet and little 'x x' eyes. He rolls his eyes good-naturedly at Cap.

"Ibiza?" Clint says in response to Janet, shrugging his shoulders.

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"Huh? Threatening?" the shaggy-haired young man looks perplexed at Rogue before shaking his head, "No way, no. I need them to help me! Well, I mean, help everyone ... "

He pauses as Bobbi approaches to meet them, pointing at her with a squint.

"I know you from the ... the thing ... but you look different ... "

He shakes his head, as though forcing cobwebs away, and points down towards the ground. He blinks at the sudden appearance of Cassie-Thor in turn. And Clea right behind her. Wow.

" ... and Thor you look -real- different ... "

He shakes his head once more.

"I really need to talk to them now. Before - - "

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There's a joyous gasp somewhere at the back of the crowd, as though someone has done a particularly cool magic trick. But soon after, the gasps are followed by cries of indignation and then outright fear. It doesn't take long to see the cause.

A group of figures in what look to be white, plastoid armor with large helmets that display only a single front panel that glows with pale blue light. They march with mechanical precision, grabbing nearby attendees roughly by the shoulders to examine their faces before tossing them just as violently to the ground.

Flashes of light elsewhere mark their appearance from different directions. Groups of these strange, futuristic soldiers. All of them identical. Soon there are dozens, closing in on the gathering.

When they speak, it is with an oddly electronic monotone that has no urgency. It's almost like a pleasant suggestion.

-> Relinquish Rick Jones. Obey. <-

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Up on the rooftop, staring wide-eyed down at the white-armored creatures, Rick Jones gulps loudly.

"Before that."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is sadly unaware of the Stream Sniping arrival of Thor-girl in her chat, because her eyes are all up on the guy who just arrived. She does spare a blance to Bobbi when the SHIELD agent shows up too, but she doesn't recognize Bobbi as anyone she's interacted with in her time dealing with SHIELD (Where's Darcy at, yo?)

The things that man says has Rogue narrowing her eyes as she looks down to the crowd, then back up to him. She starts to get a worried feeling in the pit of her stomach. This could go bad, if things go...

There comes shouts from down below, and Rogue moves to stand up, her charcoal colored shoulder cape sweeping out to her left side in the summer wind, her white bangs flowing against the side of her face. "Look, Mistah... if a..."

Rogue spots Cassie then, but beyond her she sees the soldiers of weird sci-fi looking armor, and points down at them.

"We got trouble, I think." Rogue announces then to everyone gathered up around her previously calm little perch above the celebration.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "I'm not delusional; my partners had me checked for that." Bunny jokes to Clint, accepting the book back as she turns to spot Bunny actually stiffens when Captain America (and who doesn't recognize Captain America from probably at least one dozen 'no rollerskating in the halls' detentions)

    She lets her eyes go wide, and she accepts her book back from Hawkeye, and then after a tick she offers it to Captain.

    ".... Tony Stark says that you have Hulk Slippers. Is that *true*?" she asks him before the white, plastoid armor with the helmets figures light up.

    She entirely forgets about her autograph book as she stiffens up, countence changing as she digs a pair of protective athletic eyewear (that is, of course, bright pink) out of her pocket.

    "... I don't think they were listed on the event listing..." she breathes out, and slips her Young Avengers earbud into her left ear.

    "Uh... just so everyone knows, I am *not* a speedster." she whispers.

Clea has posed:
"I thought he asked for us to relinquish Rick James and I was about to tell them some very horrible news." Clea states in a dead pan way to the others that are up high. "Either way, we aren't holding him." she adds. Then there is a look to the white armored warriors and there's a bit of a wrinkle of her nose.

She flies back down a little, "Could you guys have picked a better day for this? Actually, nevermind that answer. Stand down and lets talk this out." she tells the armorered people.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
And there it is. The trouble she was expecting. Natasha goes to move to unclip one of the guns she had on her somewhere that wasn't visible. She goes to then silently maneuver through the crowds of likely confused people - is this part of the event or the cosplay? Is it hostile? New Yorkers have experience in the weird - so hopefully there's that instinctive 'something is up, move away' just in case kicking in.
    She goes for where she has a clear field of fire and in turn can go for as many helmet shots as she can. This involves her firing up a grapple gun in a quiet 'pfft' to yank herself up and over into the air to go in for a landing on a nearby rooftop, setting herself up an impromptu sniper perch as she goes to tag into her comms. <<In overwatch>>

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce missed the flash, his attention completely captured by Clea. But when she mentioned it, he realized what she was referring to, as if he had subconsciously caught it. "Of course... Oh, wait!" Bruce approached one of the guards, retrieving what appeared to be a flashbang from his pocket. He tossed it to Clea, saying, "Always have a Plan B... Just in case. Good luck," and nodded at her with a smile. The guard, visibly stunned and unsure of what to do, questioned Bruce, "Those are the new stronger ones meant to lure the Hulk... Why did you give it to her?" Bruce simply smiled at Caleb and his sister when she recognized him. "Yeah, that's me... kind of. It's a long..." His words were interrupted by the sounds of fear echoing around them.

With a deep frown, Bruce sighed. "It looks like we're going to need to raincheck this. Remember what you did last time," he said, addressing Caleb and his sister. He then turned his gaze to the two agents following him. "Go with them... Protect them," he ordered, his tone serious. One of the guards seemed inclined to argue, but Bruce stared at him with intensity. "Don't make me angry... You wouldn't like it when I'm angry." The two guards shifted their attention to Caleb and his sister, asking, "Where did you park? Let's get you out of here." They would assist them as needed.

Bruce let out a tired sigh and walked away from the children, contemplating his next move. He offered a small smile to the individuals still gathered by the hot dog stand. "One please," he requested, maintaining an air of calmness despite the chaos unfolding behind him. He intended to enjoy his hot dog and observe how the situation played out, considering his options.

As he stood there, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Never a quiet day."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"From the.. thing?" Bobbi asks landing behind him so he doesn't take that one last step off the building. She focuses briefly on Rogue and gives her a knowing smile. "Hey Rogue," having only recently met her on the mission to the Savage Lands.

The suddenly appearing mannequin soldiers gets a double take from Bobbi and she frowns, "That.." The day couldn't just be hot dogs and beer in red cups now could it. Oh no, it had to take a weird turn. Her hand goes immediately to the comms, <<"All hands, we have... happy storm troopers? in central park.">>

<<"Mockingbird this is Triskelion Actual. We're detecting dimensional breaches all around you. Dispatching a rapid response team, ETA 12 minutes.">> Bobbi looks back to Rick, "Twelve minutes. That's too slow -- You. Stay here. Keep out of sight."

With a turn she drops off the edge of the building and her energy wings spread out allowing her to come in at a very fast swoop. She crash tumbles in to a group of them and rolls back to her feet.

Her hands lift out and her twin guns jump from the thigh holsters in to her hands. They're set to ICER rounds because she's not sure what she's dealing with yet. "Stop right there."

She's not the kind to shoot first and ask questions. But she is surprised when one of them points at her. Nothing 'hits' her per-se, (it's just pointing after all), but the electronics on her Mockingbird suit go haywire. One of the wings fires and she is thrust sideways in to the side of a Churro truck. "Gaah!" Her heads up display is filled with ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR.

Cosmo has posed:
Whether or not Banner follows her, Cosmo doesn't really care at this point. She's back at Clint's side, the fur on her back rising, bristling. (If a Lab/Retriever mix is doing that? Some STUFF is going down!) Her muzzle lifts a little to sniff the air, though the skin lifts to show slowly baring teeth at the appearance of those approaching. Some can be seen, but with her sense of smell?

"I will get the innocents away."

It may be the first time her 'voice' is heard for some, with the collar lighting in brilliant hues with each word, the sound a feminine computerized tone. With those words, the honey-colored dog runs off, moving easily in and through the crowd, and as she does, people in the 'front line, nearest the arrival are getting 'pushed back'. Some, of course, don't need the suggestions... they're more than happy to back away once they figure out that it's not in the program.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna looks over where Cassie indicates in the direction of the Hulk booth, but her attention is distracted by the pink-haired skater. She has yet to meet Bunny and therefore does not recognize her as one of the Young Avengers that Kate and America have been assembling, but Bunny's pretty distinctive, and points the way towards the group of Avengers.

    "Oh there's... bow guy? Really Cassie, hasn't Kate introduced you to Clint yet? She's such a slacker. Clint's a great guy, let's go over."

    "And no this is an Avengers thing, I have no intention of 'do you know who I am'ing my way anywhere. Besides you're a big shot too, you don't get off that easy. If I'm going onto that stage, don't think I'm not dragging you with me, sis!"

    Donna looks back at Cassie in time to witness the hammer twirl and take off, which she reacts to with a slightly raised eyebrow. At which point she becomes aware that Cassie is not the only one making her way upwards, what with Clea floating, Bobbi winging it and Natasha grappling her way up. Eyebrow still arched a little, Donna rises up in the air to follow after Cassie...

    And gets only a couple of dozen feet into the air before the incoming crowd of uglies becomes apparent. She stops, sighs and digs beneath her jacket to start unwinding the lasso she's wearing as a belt.

    Donna switches her T-Com over to the open channel shared by all the major teams, and speaks. "Hey Avengers guys? Troia of the Titans here. Just checking... those storm troopers invading your thing aren't some stunt are they? I don't want to start punching hired actors."

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
"R-Right...", Caleb says to Bruce. He turns to Sheila, "It's time to go, kiddo. You'll get your autographs some other day."

Sheila just nods, and she follows after her brother not making much of a sound. Soon enough, they disappear into the crowd.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Although the remark on her appearance earns an initially satisfied smirk, Cassie's expression quickly shifts. While she may not be the pure soul of empathy that Diana is, she's learning, and it doesn't take Pallas' wisdom to see that there's something OFF in his mannerism. "Okay, full disclosure, while I DO in fact look amazing, this is just a get-up, I'm not really-"

Because she's come up to them, Cassie's back is to the crowd, so she doesn't catch on to what's happening until Rogue does. Or maybe until her chat goes absolutely nuts, scrolling the screen at high speed and spamming lines of emotes - as they are wont to do!

So she turns around. "Huh yeah. Would say it could be a publicity stunt, but... Guess we're doing this. C'mon, Mighty woman!" There's just enough time for her to line up next to the other heroine for a dual selfie before she charges in! Does SHIELD like being in the background of selfies?! Cuz Bobbi gets a cameo, too!

The agent rushes in ahead, giving Cassie a moment to admire: "Cool wings." She, by contrast, does not have cool wings (other than on her helmet!), but she flies down all the same, sans Mjolnir-propeller this time.

Landing near where the droids are doing some hassling, she simply interposes herself for starters. "Hey I dunno if this is like some weird flash mob bit, but you know, pretty clear rules for this kinda stuff, no touching without consent." Naturally, the ... bot? Or whatever walks up and tries to throw her out of the way, which doesn't really work.

She gives it a little shove right back, light for her, but strong enough to make it stumble back a few steps. Then ANOTHER one hits her, skewing her helmet. "OW! OK NOT COOL!"

As she leaps into action against several of them at once, Donna's observation proves prescient: her instinct is to hurl the Mighty Mjolnir at a more distant bot. Were it even simply VERY HEAVY, she wouldn't need the power of true Uru to do some damage. But the spray-painted foam, with its terrible aerodynamics, barely even MAKES it to the target, bouncing off harmlessly.

"Oh right." Another one decks her- "Ow!" -and this time to BONKS it back a bit more forcibly, using one of her cuffs. The CLANG here rings of real metal, and that one falls down.

Steve Rogers has posed:
One of the robots grabs a woman's head with both hands. When she swings and kicks at it, it lifts her into the air as it scans her face. "Identification negative," the white-armored robot says, just as the woman laces both hands to pound them down on it's head. The robot starts to rear back, obviously about to throw the woman by its grip on her head.

Before it can do so, a red, white and blue blur darts through the air, slamming into the robot's wrist. It immediately loses its grip and the woman falls to her knees. While the blur bounces back to Captain America who steps forward out of the crowd, catching it.

"I don't know who Rick Jones is or why you're seeking him," Steve Rogers says. "But you are going to stop laying your hands on these people, and explain yourselves," he says to the robot he bounced the shield off of.

The woman scampers away, her husband quick to grab her and help get her out of the possible line of fire.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Good dog," Clint says to Cosmo, giving the super-psychic pupper a scratch between the ears as he bobs down into a crouch and surveys the situation, "See, you go around talking about how good archers are and weird spacemen show up to test the theory."

He reaches beneath the 'Meet Hawkeye!' booth, pulling out a long canvas bag which he hastily unzips. He produces from it a quiver and purple bow which he slings over his shoulders, appreciating the space he's getting as Cosmo moves the crowds back.

An arrow is nocked and a moment later it lets fly, penetrating the glowing blue helmet of one and sending it toppling to the ground with a sparking and jolting motion.

"I honestly didn't think that'd work ... "

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"They ... ugh, they can't find me," Rick calls out in exasperation, looking over the ledge at the marching chrononauts. It's definitely the voice of someone who doesn't want to be hiding, but is pragmatic enough to understand the necessity of it all.

"If they find me it's all over."

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Back on the ground, the Chrononauts continue to announce what they're doing in that strangely polite electro-speech.

-> Avengers detected. Deploying Earth-MU2152020 countermeasures theta through rho. <-

It's then that one of them points at Mockingbird, sending her system haywire. As it does, the chrononaut alongside it is struck with an arrow and topples.

-> Barton, Clint. Designation Earth-MU2152020. Predicted variable. Toxotides mode. <-

One of the Chrononauts then holdss a hand forward, a bow of what can only be described as 'hard light' manifests in its hand. An arrow is sent flying Clint's weigh, one which he only manages to catch by holding his own cardboard cutout up in front of it.

Turning it around to see his own smiling face split in half by an energy arrow that no longer exists, he slaps the cutout on the cheek.

"Sorry, buddy."

At the same time, Clint replaces his 'walking around' hearing aid with the fancy SHIELD-issued one that allows him to tune into communications network. Just in time to hear Donna's voice on the other end.

"Never seen 'em before. Feel free to break 'em. If you see a pale guy talking like a Shakespearean reject, hit him in the face for me."

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The effort of those present makes it clear that while the Chrononauts are formidable, they are not indestructible. Several have directed their attention entirely from their search now, instead focuses on anything in a costume. Which is bad news for latex-suit Hulk who is currently being held three feet off the ground while he pummels the faceplate of a Chrononaut ineffectually with giant, foam rubber fists.

The Chrononaut that now has a severe dent in its helmet from Captain America's mighty shield turns to face him, immediately deploying a holographic shield disc of its own as it attempts to charge into him at full speed.

-> Rogers, Steven G. Designation Earth-MU2152020. Ancile mode. Addendum: Hail Immortus. You will relinquish Rick Jones. Obey. Hail Immortus. <-

Clea has posed:
Clea gets head-butted when she tries to block the way and the Faltine actually shakes her head a bit to clear the sudden wash of bright colors that sparkle in her vision. She then grabs one of the others and jerks them off of the ground, baring her teeth at them in anger, "Can you fly? If you can I'm going to be sorely disappointed." the bloodied woman states as she brings him back down to the earth with a hard crunch.

But these guys are hardy! So she has to go for another crunch delivering drive into the ground. Because she's got some aggression to work through and this is cheaper than therapy.

Cosmo has posed:
The 'good dog' from Clint goes a long way in the deep recesses of Cosmo's doggy brain. As she bounds forward into the fray, just as one of the Chrononauts reaches for a young teen who is most definitely not paying attention to the fact that a hand is in the viewfinder for her camera's recording, the dog leaps into the air to grab a hold of that forearm before it can touch its victim. Even as Cosmo lands back on the ground with a growl, the white-armored figure is flipped, and it goes still.

Cosmo turns to the girl that is still recording, and those dancing colors on her collar starts again, "Run!" It's a simple word, but apparently, for some reason, the teen heeds the command, turns and runs.

Rogue has posed:
"If you wanna survive this, then just stay up here." Rogue tells this Rick fellow. "Get down, hide behind the wall there." She motions before she turns to face Cassie. She sets her own things down then before she shares in the selfie with the Thor-girl. "oh, shit, you got a lotta people on your stream. We should collab sometime." The southern gal says to the Californian.

Focus!

"I didn't think I'd have t'do much today, I mean it's freakin' Avengers day..." Mighty Woman mutters as she flies off after Cassie, zipping past Donna brandishing a lasso which makes Rogue pause. "Is that Wonder Woman?" Rogue calls after Cassie, prying her eyes off Donna before she catches up with the girl just as the fake-Mjolnir is thrown ineffectively.

"Well that was a womp womp, if I ever did see one." The Belle quips before she turns to fly a few paces south where a bunch of people are trying to get around Thor's booth to get to a safer place.

Smash. Rogue just topples Thor's booth over, then motions for the people to flee down the alleyway that was behind it. "It's clear, go for it; go, go!" She shouts with a waving of her right arm to encourage the people to run, which they begin to do just so, rushing in to the alleyway.

Bruce Banner has posed:
Bruce could have sworn he kept hearing a woman's or a girl's voice. He looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. Clueless as ever, he finally realized it. "It's the dog!" he exclaimed, watching as the dog headed out to save the people. Bruce began making his way in that direction, still holding onto his hot dog. "I assure you, you should listen to the dog," he calmly explained to those around him, taking occasional bites of his food as he felt his hunger.

While keeping an eye on Caleb as he retreated, ensuring his safety, Bruce planned on following Cosmo. However, before he could do so, he felt hands grabbing him by the back of his collar, pulling him back for scanning. "Hey, wait... stop, don't!" Bruce protested, trying to cover himself. He was scanned and then unceremoniously tossed to the side, causing him to tumble and land in an ungraceful manner. As he lay there, Bruce's shirt expanded as if pushed out, but he grabbed his head, desperately fighting against his inner beast. "No! No, you've had enough time," he whispered to himself.

Bruce struggled to keep his alter ego, the Hulk, at bay. He wanted to remain as Bruce, even if just for a while. But thinking he was acting out, one of the robots mistook him for a human causing trouble. Bruce was kicked forcefully, his small lanky body rolling away. As he lay on the ground, Bruce could only weakly mutter, "You had to do it... Even robots prefer... the Hulk." Those were his last words before the realization added to his mounting anger.

Bruce turned to face downward and slammed the ground, but unlike before, it was at a human level. As he pulled his hands back, they began to grow, followed by his arms and body. Before long, Dr. Banner was transformed into the Hulk, his torn clothing barely containing his newfound bulk. Something was different this time, though. The Hulk appeared even bigger and stronger, as if the time spent fighting in the Savage Lands had caused him to bulk up. Standing tall and straight, the Hulk glared at the robot that had kicked him and then up at the others that had appeared. Instead of roaring or smashing indiscriminately as he used to, the Hulk uprooted a nearby tree with a mighty heave and hurled it with incredible force at the Chrononauts.

Looking up at them, the Hulk beat his chest to ensure he had their attention. "Hulk strongest there is!" he bellowed, before moving on to the next target, assessing the situation before him with a primal instinct.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi lets out a groan as the wing keeps pushing her against the Churro truck - which makes the Churro truck start to move. She reaches down for her phone and grabs it, connecting to the local secure network and shuts off the wings with the fail safe.

A slump to the ground, she rises back up again and tweaks her shoulder a bit from the pressure. "Earth-MU2152020 .. what?" These aren't your run of the mill happy face stormtroopers. Whatever they are, they almost sound like robots.

Now that she knows Where Rick is and she knows that they can 'countermeasure' her suit, she wonders if they can counter measure their comms. Best not to mention where Rick is in that case. She quickly warns people <<"They're very tech savvy, be careful what you say on even encrypted air. We might not be the only ones listening.">>

ICERs aimed, she shoots at two of them. As predicted, the rounds hit, but the dendrotoxin is pointless. "Yeah.. I didn't think that was going to work." The weapons are put away and out come the staves from her back instead. She gives them a twirl and a happy smirk when she realises Clint took the head off one.

Now comes the dance. She's a very capable martial artist and with the super strength she whips the batons through the air. Knees, heads, arms. They're all valid targets. Through ragged breaths she calls over comms back to the Triskelion, <<"Do a search for 'Immortus'. If we have any info on this the sooner the better.">>

The robots, too, are strong. They start improvising combat back at Bobbi. A kick here, a punch there. If she weren't made of sterner super soldier stuff this'd put her out of the fight in a heart beat. She plants the tip of one baton to the chest of a robit and unleashes the stun at full strength; a satisfying zap drops the thing.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Going to open fire on the Chrononauts from her position in cover, Natasha goes to be met with each of her bullets.. Simply phasing out of midair? What the hell? The bullets seem to go through each of her targets in turn, even as there's a -snap- as one of the bullets is suddenly reversed as it's gravity is turned against it! Each one would snap back the right way through the barrel she had fired it from. <<What are we dealing with here?>> She goes to add to Bobbi's commentary.
    With her primary ranged weapons down, she goes to switch not to her batons.. But to a pair of large knives she has concealed. she goes to leap towards the nearest robot, that had just put up some sort of solid light construct.. She goes to smash into the force fields, her attacks bouncing off it to no real effect.. Then as it goes to fire -some- sort of glowing energy from a staff it sends her flying down and away. Hard.
    But in that period she's left a small detonator on the ground, and the target is focused on her.. The force field covers it's upper body and legs. NOt it's feet. BOOM.
    It goes to haev it's legs blasted off underneath the kneecaps.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny gives a low squeak, blue eyes going wide as she ducks a thrown drink, sweeping one leg out as she uses its balance to move away from Clint.

     "Hey, at least you've got distance capabilities!" Bunny protests as she pushes off, and zips through the crowd on her skates, legs pumping, breath rising, her little heart monitor giving a 'beep' as it alerts 'her peeps' that she's in action. Jump over someone who's tumbled down, swing to the side around someone with a NERF hammer, borrowing it a moment before she picks up speed.

    She grinds against a banister, keeping low, leaning forward as she makes her approach on a couple of those Chrono-nots, and then she leaps up.

    And as the dimunitive skater girl comes down, there's a flash of gasoline-on-water colors as a shield forms around her, and she CRASHES into the robotic fighters!

    "Be One with Bonoooo and never find what you're looking for!"

Clea has posed:
The hair on the back of Clea's neck stands up when she hears The Hulk. "Oh no." she shakes her head. Then she rises from the crumpled armor pile that she's made, even though that guy is still getting up. "You're very resilient. I'll give you that." she wipes the dust off of her jacket. "But you're also stupid." she points out.

Then she looks to the Hulk and then starts to head that way, "Hey!" the white haired woman waves to the big green anger machine. "Can we be friends and get this handled?" she points to the armorered guys.

She really didn't know what Hulk would do...but getting punched by him again wasn't nearly as bad as dead civilians.

Steve Rogers has posed:
As the robots begin actively attacking, the one with the hardlight shield facing Steve Rogers leaps at him, swinging the shield down overhead. Cap pulls up his own shield to block it and then swings at the robot, which manages to get the shield down in time.

Two more of the robots close in behind him. Steve throws his shield at the faceplate of one, then jumps and spins in the air, catching it on the rebound and hurling it into the midsection of the one with the hardlight shield.

Both robots are staggered, though the third rushes forward, kicking Steve in the back and sending him flying forward into the metal side of a shaved ice stand. He dents it and bounces off to the ground, grabbing his shield as the robot follows up, trying to jump on him and slam a knee down to crush his head. The shield clangs loudly at the impact, and then Steve shoves upwards, his augmented muscles sending the robot flying.

Steve hops back to his feet and faces down the robots. "Rogers, Steven G. You have suffered broken ribs and are no match for us even healthy. Surrender, and give up Rick Jones."

Steve rubs at some blood coming from the corner of his lips. "I can do this all day," he assures the robot, before rushing forward on the attack.

Donna Troy has posed:
"You got it," Donna replies to Clint over the radio, though honestly at this point one of them hit Cassie so nothing would really stop her from punching them even if they were paid actors.

    Into the fray it is. Foam Hulk gets a helping hand -- or rather a helping boot because Donna's still flying, and while a punch in the face may be quite continental, sometimes a flying kick is a girl's best friend. It's also particularly useful when your hands are busy unlooping a lasso from around your waist.

    "She's my /sister/!" Donna calls out after Rogue as she starts swirling her lasso in the air. "We don't look /that/ alike!"

    They kind of do.

    "She's taller and has a bigger nose!"

    Cassie finds the pressure on her lessened a little as a golden lasso arcs down out of the air and snatches one of the wannabe Storm Troopers up into the air, where it struggles to get free.

    Diana, Prince. Design...

    "Oh Hades, no." A disgusted Donna yanks her lasso, bringing the robot up into punching range, where it loses its head.

    Back to the T-com. "Chief, this is Troia from the Titans. Your old friend General Immortus seems to be up to something here in New York. Fighting a bunch of robots that claim to belong to him. Sending you some video, anything you've got on these guys would be useful."

    Donna swoops down to catch another robot, and this time rather than punching it she simply drags it along with her, plowing a line through an oncoming batch of robots with it.

    Donna's T-Com pings with a response. <<Donna, Caulder here. I don't recognize them. Doesn't look like anything we've seen General Immortus come up with. Are you certain of your facts? I wouldn't think these were his work. I can't recommend any specific tactic, but you could probably try punching them.>>

    "I see why Gar thinks you're so smart. Thanks, Caulder."

    Donna loops back, still trailing a robot. "Cassie!" she calls out. "You got your lasso on you? Some electricity could be useful right about now."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Nah, that's-" Donna explains it! "Diana had something important to do," Cassie shouts back at Rogue. Poor Avengers. Then she bristles! "It looked cool!" Frown. "I just got caught up in this Thor stuff. The outfit kinda grows on you!" She's definitely fangirling a bit.

More than just that, the fact that Cassie isn't one hundred percent sure this is actually a villainous attack definitely slows down her initial response, limiting her to playing blockade for civillians while a few of them go at her. If that was just some asshole in a plastic mask, the foam Mjolnir might have been justified!

Even after hitting that one back with her bracer (which cracks its faceplate, but isn't done with the force to completely crush it), she's not one hundred percent sure what to make of things. It's a hard call.

Until Clint shoots one, leaving it sparking. Faceless robot minion horde. She knows this!

And robots don't usually warrant deep moral debate. Certainly, their droning polite monotone doesn't strike of 'sentient AI.' Just the normal boring kind. "Sucks for you, robo-dudes."

Immediately, one gets an uppercut, and goes flying. And not just 'normal' flying. Past the Turtle Pond, over the 79th St Transverse, and into the lake ten blocks south flying. At the same time, another one of the many around her takes a swing. She catches its hand (with her other hand!), clenches her fist down with a satisfying crunch, and then yanks back, ripping the arm out.

"Bad robot!" That one gets beaten down with its own limb, before she turns and hurls it at the distant one from before. It lodges right in its faceplate, with all the deadly force and accuracy the Nerf Mjolnir lacked.

Basically, she kinda goes through robot minions like tin cans!

They have numbers, though. And as Donna suspects, she has a plan for that. "Always!" Cassie calls back, reaching behind her Thor cape to the small of her back, where her lasso is stowed, quickly winding one end around her hand. As she shoots skyward with it, she whips it out, not at one of the bots, but snag up her fallen weapon, quickly yanking back the hammer to her hand.

She... is kind of hamming this up, especially as she holds the hammer aloft with a glorious display of lightning coursing around it (technically, around the lasso and her bracer- details).

"Yo, robo dudes, identify this! Never seen a Thor Girl before?" They've probably seen them in a gajillion numbered dimensions, but obviously, it's a big unclear how they'd identify her here. She leaves them to whatever robo-analysis, however, as she does her big faux-Thor act in the sky. There's a peel of thunder above, an answer from Olympus, striking into the lifted 'hammer.' And then she sweeps down with the lighting charge coursing around her arm, unleaashing it in several jumping arcs into the largest combined group of them she can find!

She hangs there in the air, waiting to see the effect, but then notices that her 'Mjolnir' has melted into a pile of foam goo. "Aw."

Clint Barton has posed:
-> Romanova, Natalia A. Designation Earth-MU2152020. Predicted variable. Arachne mode. <-

Even as the Chrononaut's legs are blown off, it holds aloft a pair of holographic pistols which it proceeds to unload in the Black Widow's direction with precision she'd find very familiar indeed.

-> SHIELD frequencies detected. Non-Avengers combatants detected. Calculating unexpected variables. Victory probability ... decreasing. Decreasing. Retreat and reasses. Hail Immortus. <-

The Chrononaut that Bunny crashes into manages to get that off before she knocks it to the ground. The Chrononauts begin to step back, moving towards those same places they appeared in. As some of the stragglers in the back are the first to reach those points, they disappear in a flash of light.

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"You're just leaving me here?!" Rick calls out in surprise as Mighty Woman tells him to hide before taking off, his mouth agape. He takes a chance to peer over the edge, looking at the battleground before taking several steps back onto the roof.

"Well ... at least it looks like they're winning.

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Clint had been in, for lack of a better term, an archery competition with the bow-armed chrononaut right up until he'd land an explosive arrow in its torso and the rest had started to retreat.

By this point, the crowd has retreated further into Central Park and the majority are behind barriers hastily erected by the NYPD. It makes the retreat of the Chrononauts clear, disappearing as bafflingly as they came.

"I'm gonna get Thor Girl's autograph," Clint announces, heading in that direction.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
<<"This is Triskelion Actual, we have no records of an Immortus in any of our databases.">>

Bobbi is not one to stay down in the fisticuffs. You don't get to Commander in SHIELD without higher level planning. Especially when you're out matched. She can feel the bruises blossoming and that was just the robots tenderising her. If she keeps this up - she's sure the injuries will overcome her - even with her armor.

With the rapid response still too far away she drops a holo-emitter and dives behind a hot dog van. The emitter becomes a copy of her fighting to avoid being hit to keep the chrononauts engaged for as long as they fall for it.

Lance and Bobbi came here via quinjet. It's not the really nice one that the Avengers have; heck it's definitely not the fancy space one that Fury has. It's an older model but it still works just fine. She puts pedal to the medal and starts to run through the park filled with panicked people.

Out of range of the chrononauts she activates her wings once more and resets the ERROR messages. The wings lift her up and off the ground, depositing her on a building next to central park with a nice flat roof - where she left the quinjet.

Knowing that their comms are likely exposed she talks in code. There are several other SHIELD agents here who she has worked closely with over the years. <<"Remember Hawaii, with the game of keep away. If the present were the prize, I'd feel like playing a bit of German Tag.">>

This code won't be found in any database or field manual. But she walks in to the cloaked quinjet and powers it up. Lifting off, she moves it behind buildings and up to where their new high priority asset Rick Jones was told to hide.

With the cargo door open and hover mode engaged, Bobbi steps out of the one uncloaked part and offers her hand, "Come with me if you want to live -" She's always wanted an excuse to say that. She helps Rick aboard and quickly moves back to the pilots seat. Cargo bay door closed, she ferries the asset out of the hot zone. He has questions to answer.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
The thing shooting at her replicates her own abilities. It doesn't catch her that much by surprise - she's seen this with fighting Taskmaster. So she knows how to roll with it to let her attire take teh shots. The thing with fighting herself is she knows how she shoots and how she targets. So that means she can roll to minimize the impacts and take the worst of it on her most armored sections. She can't dodge bullets - but she can at least move enough to partially choose where she hits.
    So the shots slam into her gut - the thing's using normal bullets for it's simulacron rather than her standard hollowpoints or AP ones, which is a bonus. <<Add reference for Earth-MU2152020.>> At least some of them have access to multiversal databases, right? <<Tag high priority to Richards>> The drone shooting at her is met with another trick. This time it's a trio of bombs - small grenades which fling like darts through the air. The thing goes to simply shoot the three out of midair. Well, seh wasn't expecting that.
    She goes to charge in wtih one of her batons. The thing blocks it. She goes for another strike with her opposite ones. IT blocks. She moves for an attempted double overhand swing.
    IT manifests a glowing shield over it's arm twisted in circles and with a star in it made of glowing energy. Her attacks richcoet of it, even as it slams her in the gut and she's sent spiraling away. Two ribs broken. But, the exchange had let her get in her true counter..
    Namely putting a small micro-bomb on it's wrist in the exchange. *BOOM*
    One more limbless one.

Cosmo has posed:
Did anyone guess that Cosmo learned tricks from Shepherds? Possibly, because once the Chrononaut is actually down and isn't about to rise again, she's wheeling around to start //herding// people to get behind the protective barriers the NYPD have hastily erected, or rather, shifted and repurposed. Once she's got the civilians under control and PD can take over, Cosmo's away before anyone can ask if she 'belongs' to anyone or if she's a stray.

Wheeling around, Cosmo's head is up, her nose is held a little higher and she sniffs, her little black nose wiggling. Once she catches the scent of the person she's looking for, her head comes down and just follows her nose back towards Clint. And possibly another hot dog?

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny tumbles, rolls, and is back to her wheels as she skates backwards, flipping off the robots in the process. Her girlfriend would be so proud.

    She winces, bringing a hand to her side as she closes her eyes and slowly rolls into the back of a BBQ PRetzel and Nut cart, and breathes out.

    "Oh God... I think I re-broke the rib." she mutters to herself, and tilts her head back with a little 'thump'. "She's gonna nuke me from orbit."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's major concern in this fight wasn't punching the robots. She could've done that, but there was a lot of power already on that. No, Rogue / Mighty Woman was putting the majority of her powers toward helping the pedestrians fleeing from the fight... as a lot of death and injury can come from stampeding Humans, as much as it can come from killer robots.

Rogue even swooped down to pick a fallen woman up off the ground, to hoist her back up to her feet and help her get back in to the embrace of the NYPD officers behind the barriers.

"Stay behind these, make sure to help others get through." Mighty Woman called to the officers of which some of whom she recognizes from her various patrols while on 'Icon Duty' here in the city.

Rogue turns around then to bare witness to some of the fight, able to see some familiar faces engaged with the bots that seemed to be falling back. She starts walking toward them now that some of the pavement has cleared up with people fleeing away. She walks at a casual clip with her charcoal-hued shoulder-cape flowing in the wind to her left, along with her white bangs against her cheeks.

"Why the Hell can't we just have a nice celebration without some kinda Nerds screwin' it all up..." She states to no one in particular.

Bruce Banner has posed:
The Hulk throws the tree with tremendous force, and then he moves to another large tree, effortlessly snapping off a limb as if it were nothing. He glances at Cosmo, the dog, and grins, seemingly cleaning his ear as he looks at the canine companion. "Good doggie," he acknowledges with a nod.

Remaining seated, the Hulk calmly watches the ongoing fight. If this was all they were going to throw at him, he felt like he could spend his time more productively in the Savage Lands, fending off the new cannibals that had invaded the area. He watches the battle unfold and only engages when enemies get too close, smashing them with his immense strength. It's a departure from his usual approach, influenced by his experiences in the Savage Lands. While still as intellectually limited as ever, he has learned to consider other factors before resorting to mindless aggression. It took his advisors a long time to instill that understanding in him, but he did manage to learn it!

When the enemy starts to retreat, the Hulk suddenly stands up and begins sprinting towards the others on all fours. Despite his massive size, he moves surprisingly fast, aiming to catch Natasha. He makes a conscious effort not to squeeze his hand tightly as he grabs her, trying to avoid causing her further harm. Looking down at her, he says, "Hulk got you. Bring you to cross!" He scans the surroundings, and instead of waiting for Shield, he leaps away, carrying Natasha towards the hospital with the intention of demanding that they effectively treat her. In his own way, he has taken her under his protection, effectively kidnapping her to ensure her well-being.

Clea has posed:
Hulk's got other things to do and Clea doesn't really dwell on things in the middle of a fight. New plan! She sets her sights on making sure the crowd is controlled and that the SHIELD agents that are about to storm this place can find others.

She floats back down as the white armored people retreat and she starts taking stock of things. Helping people up. She's not signing anything though. This wasn't the time or place.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Cassie's lightning -- dressed up with foam Mjolnir disguise or not -- is highly effective, and elicits a huge grin and a thumbs up from Donna. Donna had been going more for disruption than destruction, a hold over from her Titans experiences where she'd use her speed and mobility to keep the enemy occupied while tanks like Caitlin and Cyborg would do the smashing, but in this case Cassie smash good. Electricity is particularly good when dealing with robots.

    And then the robots are disappearing, and Donna finds her lasso empty of robot to swing. She drops down out of the sky to give Cassie's shoulder a quick squeeze, proud of how well the young Amazon had fought! "Wanna find out what's going on?" she asks, nodding her head in the direction of the Avengers. With that she takes off again -- no need to worry about working your way through a crowd when the crowd has dispersed and it would no longer be gauche to fly.

    "Cap, Clint... what's going on?" she asks, arriving where soldier and archer are recovering from the battle. "Do you know those guys? They seemed to know you. If you need help from the Titans, you got it."

    She looks down to where Cosmo, surprisingly, is hanging around hoping for hot dogs. "Nice dog," she says vaguely.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Thor Girl stands victorious amidst a bunch of smoking robots, at least briefly. Evidently, they have no programmed countermeasure for a totally fake Avenger! However, she does have to quickly drop the melty goo-hammer, because that stuff is probably gonna burn like napalm if it gets on her skin.

Up comes the phone, to get a picture of its valiant remains, before it's turned back on Cassie. "Guess now I'm Unworthy Thor Girl."

There is a lot of 'F' in the chat.

She glances back over her shoulder as Donna lands. "Well, I'm sure the Avengers want to know. It definitely seemed like these things were here to see them like the rest of us!"

She does move to follow her fellow Amazon on an intercept course toward Clint, landing nearby just shortly after.

"Bow guy! Sup. I'm a friend of Ka- er, what does she go by now, Hawkbird? No that's not right... She talks about you sometime, you're like the cool bow-dad." Is that flattering, or deeply sad?!

"Nice shooting, too." Though she can't help but nod along with Donna. "Kinda seemed like they could do it too." Since things have calmed down a bit, she has time to check in on chat while all of this is happening, even ping a quick DM over to Mighty Woman, whether to do tactical coordination or just plan their upcoming collab stream (guest starring Signing Booth Thor Girl).

It seems her and Donna of are a like mind then, when she spots a four-legged someone following him. "Look at her! Your dog's adorable. Can I say hello? Who's a good dog?!" Of course, the stream goes nuts. Everyone loves pets.

Autograph... maybe after scritches!

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers is checking on the various civilians who hadn't managed to get far enough away yet when Donna comes down. "No idea," Steve tells Donna. "They were looking for someone called Rick Jones. But seemed familiar with us at the least. If not enough so that it didn't prevent them from trying this here," he adds.

Steve touches his finger to his ear, because of course you have to do that to talk over your comms. <<Avengers, robots attacked the celebration today, searching for someone, before they were driven off. Get in touch with everyone who isn't here or around the mansion, we're going to need to find out more of what the situation is here. Though for now it seems like the immediate threat is over.>>

Clint Barton has posed:
"We're gonna work it out," Clint tells Donna, with all the conviction of someone who was just attacked by time-traveling robots sent by someone he's never heard of, "We at least know it's not whoever you said ... General Immortus? That's a plus. Bobbi found the Jones guy they were after and took him to the Helicarrier. He might know more."

Clint isn't in his Avengers gear. But he does have his bow and quiver, making him a bit of an odd mix compared to his more noble and valiant-looking comrades. He pauses for a moment, crouching down to fetch an autograph book out of the debris. He glances around for a moment in search of Bunny but, not seeing her, tucks it away in his jacket. Later.

When Cassie speaks to him, he turns to face her and nods his head.

"Hawkeye, maybe? And yeah, I get that bow-dad thing a lot. Must just be a vibe I give off."

Never even had a family.

When Cap starts dolling out the orders, however, Clint sighs.

"I was going to go apartment hunting, but I guess we're doing one of those sit in our ornate chairs and plan things, huh?"

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Somewhere far away in time and space.

-> The fugitive Rick Jones has been tracked to universe designated 'MU2152020'. Resistance formidable. Retreat necessary to maintain operational secrecy. <-

A tall figure in a green suit and high, purple headdress turns slowly. Baleful eyes regard the Chrononaut with a stare. It twitches a moment and then collapses in on itself, as though consumed by a microscopic black hole from somewhere within itself.

"Tempus. Prepare yourself. You will once again serve ... IMMORTUS."