8829/Please Do Not Hang Up

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Please Do Not Hang Up
Date of Scene: 26 November 2021
Location: Swiss Alps
Synopsis: An Avenger strikeforce digs deeper into the mystery of the phones by digging deeper into snow in the Swiss Alps.
Cast of Characters: Scott Lang, Steve Rogers, Felicia Hardy, Karen Starr




Scott Lang has posed:
     It was a familiar scene even if the ride was a bit longer this time in the back of the Quinjet, and Lang if anything more hyper having his weird paranoid suspiscions proven right, giving his ramblings a tinge of surety (and ego) that hadn't been there the last time. The whiteboard God help them was bigger, looking to be an official SHIELD high tech version with digital displays and real time data uploads instead of just markers and print-outs, though Scott has managed to still tape a few things here and there to it, and made mad scribblings on the digital surface with a 'light' pen that worked with it. Though half of those and his Minority Report hand-waving of the digital board seems to be just playing around with it, particularly as one corner of the board begins playing what looks like a Youtube video of squirrels getting launched from backyard catapults.

     Hurriedly closing that particular slide, Scott coughs and tries his best to look serious as he turns to Felicia and Steve. "Soooooo, I was right of course. The Lizard folks were real nice about it and helped us figure these guys are set up in the Swiss Alps somewhere around...hold on a sec...here," Scott fumbling a moment to get one of the windows with a map of Switzerland to expand. "They don't know exactly where the door is but SHIELD started looking into it and it's gotta be in this zone where a whole bunch of Europe's phonelines all cross the Alps here, it's like a communication bottleneck, only place they cross for hundreds of miles so real good spot for them to tap in from. Power Girl said she'd go ahead and check it out. We all drop in as the quiet team this time and infiltrate and...you know...hero stuff. Uh, I mean it's still pretty unclear WHAT they're up to so a lot of it is still gonna be on the fly you know?" Scott finishes, his General Patton moment slightly lackluster.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve's expression is far more grave this time than the last. Granted, he's learned of some Pretty Big Problems from his meeting with Carol the other day, but he gave his word to Scott that he would help out with this. And Captain America doesn't lie.

He looks at the conspiracy board, frowning. Last time was Lizard People. Will it be yetis this time? Greys? He shakes his head slightly. Infiltration, he can do. Granted, the Black Cat and Ant-Man will be way better at it, given their specific skillsets, but Cap's no slouch.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia, wearing her catsuit still frowns towards Steve and his leg. She figures he will still be sore from the burn and she can't help but feel guilty and even upset about it. Defensive, off putting how her father taught her to be. She looks away from Steve to put her blue eyes on Scott and blinks before asking, "What do you think will be the baddies this time? Greys, big foot, the illuminati?" She can't keep the sarcasm from touching her tone slightly but she is starting to believe anything is possible.

Scott Lang has posed:
     "According to the big green scaly guys these fellows are from outer space. I mean I've dealt with aliens before, maybe you two know a few too. They didn't know a whole lot about them, just that they had some crazy cryo tech they were threatening to unleash on the Lizard People's underground homes...man this all starts to sound kinda crazy when I say it out loud doesn't it?" Scott admits pausing a moment to reflect on the absurdity of the situation before he shakes his head and carries on. "Anyway we'll be fine! The Lizards couldn't do anything, they're cold-blooded so the Swiss Alps they'd freeze in no time even with jackets. We take these guys down, the Lizard People are free, the scam calls stop and we figure out what their plan was all along! Easy peasy!" Scott assures with a firm nod of his head as he switches off the digital board.

     Much like last time the pilot comes over the comms though they don't sound quite so sarcastic as last time. "We're approaching the target area. Probably gonna be a fast drop, no good landing spots up here." Indeed what they could see through the front of the Quinjet was mostly swirling snow and the occasional outline of a mountain through misty clouds, turbulence a constant that kept them bouncing and holding on for balance. Scott puts a hand to his hear. "PG you got anything? PG?" Only static comes back and he frowns. If they'd taken down a Kryptonian...he shakes his head. "Set us down where you can, it'll be fine!" Scott the consummate improvisor suggests. Drop in the Swiss Alps with the bare bones of a plan and location. The pilot seems about to protest and then just shakes their head, the Quinjet dropping altitude and then spinning about as it comes in to hover over a snowy embankment in the mountains, massive metal towers only a few hundred yards away carrying the dozens and dozens of thick phone lines through the mountains. Tossing on a heavy coat over his Ant-Man garb, Scott jumps out the back of the hovering jet and into the snow below with a crunch.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Cap glances at Felicia, sensing her trepidation. He smiles gently. Unlike most other men, his gaze never falls below her chin. In his mind, she has nothing to worry about, and this mission should be her sneaky time to shine.

As Scott explains that it actually migt be aliens, Steve shakes his head, the set of his jaw going grim. Too grim for these kinds of shenanigans. Then again, Scott wasn't there when he talked to Carol the other day. When he learned about some of the things going on in space. The kinds of aliens that might have their sights set on the Earth.

The Quinjet drops low and Steve rises, attaching the shield to his back. Without a word, he leaps from the open hatch, falling silently into the snow.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen had, admittedly, sort of lost it some time ago. All it had taken was 'I looked up Pepe Silvia and it turns out there IS no Pepe Silvia, which just took me even deeper' from Scott, and that was it. That was the last straw. She had endured a week- an /entire/ week- of Scott 'Vindicated' Lang. It, honestly, was a surprise that she lasted this long.

    "I'm going to check ahead, if I hear one more time that Scott was right about literally /anything,/ we're going to be sweeping the alps up into a dustpan."

    And then, off she was, flying away from the group and pushing into heavy mach speeds in order to, hopefully, put an end to this whole thing and go home. She'd be lying if she said she didn't want to just show up, punch some aliens, and leave for Metropolis before the Quinjet even lands...

    But that's not what happens. Instead, she arrives at the alps, the heavy snow buffeting her as she lingers in the sky above. Taking her sweet time, she starts looking through the mountains themselves, and surveying the area. Idly, she reaches up to her ear for the Avengers communicator.

    "I don't see anything yet." she tries to report in. "What's the over-under on this all being a waste of time?" Then... Static. "Odd." she remarks to herself- genuinely aware that this is usually the point where the hidden defenses shoot her with lasers, but hopeful that that's not the way today's going to go.

Scott Lang has posed:
     Bundled in their Winter-gear, Scott with what looks like a coat he got on clearance at Macy's, Steven in a proper tactical coat, and Felicia managing to still somehow show curves in her's, the trio trek through the snow towards the phoneline towers. These were far heavier duty than what usually runs through small towns in the US, made to withstand the harsh weather of the mountains, the cables themselves high above them industrial strength as well. Scott tries to say something through the comms as the high winds make it hard to talk even this close, but again finds only static even at this distance. Reluctantly he drops his helmet, the cold air biting at his face as he shouts at the other two, "Alright we need to find SOMETHING quick or we're gonna have to hope the pilot can spot our emergency flares cause I don't think we're gonna be able to call them. As they start to search around for any signs of where the lines might be physically tapped into Scott puts his helmet back up with a 'brrrr' which makes him furrow his brow again. There wasn't supposed to BE a winter storm here according to what they'd seen coming in. What had the Lizards mentioned, cryo tech? He turns around to shout his suspiscions...and sees only swirling snow.

     "Oh that's why they say stick together in a storm," he gets out before something bursts from the snow behind him and grabs hold of him before he can change size, dragging him under the snow layer, far deeper than where the mountain itself should just stop. Another nabs Felicia by the ankle and does something similar, leaving Cap alone on the mountaintop...well alone-ish as a third creature burrows under the snow towards him.

     As for Power Girl? She was fortunate enough no lasers. What she does find instead is the air around her getting colder and colder, a focused spot that combined with all the moisture in the air is rapidly forming a layer of frost and then ice upon her as fast as it's able, trying to literally encase her.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen floats there, calling into the comms for a few moments, "Scott, Steve, can you hear any of this?" more static. Frowning, Karen starts putting her attention into her hearing, and looking around for where the Quinjet should have landed. Her expression growing stern, she doesn't like the way any of this is playing out.

    All the same, while she does light upon Scott's voice in the snow, and that brings her sight to her companions as two of them are pulled into the white, that does mean that as the air around her starts to freeze over her form. Sure enough, it's swift that she's encased in moments, but... That may be the only bit of hopeful results for the enemy aliens.

    Instead of falling to the ground, the ice-block that is Power Girl remains floating in the air. Which means, sadly, she is neither unconscious within the ice or dead. That's bad. She also isn't doing anything at the moment about whatever's heading for Steve, on account of being on ice. That's good.

    The ice around her face starts to glow red.

    That's bad.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve hits the snow. He's fine. It's cold, but he's been colder. A lot colder. This is like a walk in Brooklyn in January in comparison. He squints through the storm, doing his best to get his bearings when he hears the muffled cries of two (2) people getting yanked under the snowpack. He frowns.

One thing saves Cap from getting yanked. He feels the snow shift. Steve turns slowly, pulling his shield free and setting it on his arm. He's cautiously moving, playing at having no idea that anything's coming. His footing changes just so, and he makes ready to jump when whatever it is gets to him.

Then he'll punch it with his shield, because he's Captain America.

Scott Lang has posed:
     Scott and Felicia both find themselves dropping through a ceiling of thick snow and landing on more of it in a hidden cave in the mountain. It's not dark though, a number of high tech looking lights affixed to the rock walls, the same lights oddly enough emitting not heat but cold. Which, honestly wasn't registering as odd at all at the moment. What WAS registering as odd was what lay before the two heroes, a vast cavern with a squat looking spaceship laying in the middle of it, a number of cables protruding through the ceiling which tied into the vessel. And even THAT wasn't what was really odd, it was the creatures that resided in this cavern, most of whom were around Scott and Felicia now. Eight of them looked like, you guessed it, Yetis, some eight feet tall, covered in white hair with slightly gorilla like-faces, the most off-putting thing being the fact each had four eyes. And big fangs. Far more strange and numerous though were the five foot high living snowmen that 'skated' around them on the snow in lieu of legs. They didn't have carrots or coal, no tophats or scarves, but they still looked like snowmen all the same, their eyes more akin to black glass that occasionally flickered light, their mouths wide and rimmed with what looked like sharpened ice, while scrapes of phone cable protruded from their sides as makeshift tentacle arms that waved about with purpose.

     It was one such creature that had burst from the snow and attacked Steve, its tentacle cables reaching for the American hero only for the blow of his shield to blast its midsection apart rather than push it back. Which, didn't seem to be much of a problem for as Steve watched it began to pull itself back together.

     As for above, whatever force was monitoring Karen seemed to realize it had a problem. But it couldn't make things any colder than it was already. So it tried the next best thing. Thicken the ice...which explained why suddenly hundreds of snowballs were pelting the ice block that was Power Girl, launched from below flying hundreds of feet, the snow quickly adhering and freezing to the surface, trying to outpace her heatvision via snowball fight.

Steve Rogers has posed:
The snowman starts pulling itself back together. Steve sighs. He tries to rouse any of the others on the comms, but nothing is working. This is great. He sets his face and just says to the snowman.

"Take me to your leader."

He manages to keep a straight face.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Her decision to 'zip up' was not only a good idea, it was a well thought out one. Plus with the added Mountain Climbing Barbie parka included, Felicia is fashionable AND warm. The white fur lined hood of her coat and the tufts peaking out from her sleeves and the fur covering her calves billows softly in the subtle winds flowing into the cave.

    Face down in the snow she slowly comes to from her dazed state, complaining about the pain from the fall, raising her face to look towards Scott's body, "We really need to work on your recon skills..." Felicia says slowly pushing up against the snow, getting her feet below her and slowly spinning around, assessing, and counting at what's surrounding them. "But before then, how do we get out of this?" She asks, her voice husky from the pain she's fighting through and no punches have been thrown yet. Great start.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Let's be clear: Karen is having a bad day. Hell, she's having a bad /week./ After all, with ice encroaching on her and snowballs expanding that progressively, she's aware that this isn't exactly terrestrial technology, which means that of course, Scott was right a second time. That's probably going to ruin her month.

    All it takes is for Steve Rogers, Captain America, to say the words 'Take me to your leader' within range of her super hearing and momentarily, Power Girl loses it. The snowballs are trying their best, but with a thunderous noise of cracking ice, Karen bursts free from her prison and begins to immediately disregard her assailant.

    She seems to just appear in a rush of air. "Steve, please, don't humor him. This is all so ridic-" A snowball strikes Power Girl in the side of the head, solidifying over the left half of her face into a splattering sheet of ice.

    Her right eye twitches.

Scott Lang has posed:
     The snowman's head that Steve had literally knocked clean off snarls at him and starts to rise up on a newly formed torso, phone cable limbs starting to snap menacingly again before its eyes flicker and it goes still. In the snow in front of Steve a hole opens up looking very much like a tube slide heading underground made from the snow. From below he can hear the voices of of Scott and Felicia, not to mention a few unfamiliar ones that sounded less than pleased. Thankfully Power Girl is there to try and convince him not to rush headlong down into danger. The snowman's eyes flash again and the pelting of flash freezing snowballs ends, even the weather around them seemingly growing slightly warmer.

     Down below things are not getting less strange though. Scott looks around slack-jawed at the cavern before he side-eyes Felicia and gives a tiny shrug. "Wing it as usual? It's OK I got this, I'm a great diplomat," he lies. Pushing to his feet with a grunt and a crack of his back he starts to step forward with hand extended. "Hi there I'm Scott Lang I..." only to be greeted by a stunning roar from the nearest Yeti creature which points at him after with one long clawed finger.

     "Why are you here human?! We must dispose of them before more come!"

     "Don't be a fool, others know we are here already, it is already over!"

     "We cannot simply give up, they will find out!"

     The massive creatures continue to argue as Scott stands there, one finger raised up as he tries to interject, "Umm excuse me I...hi if I just...look maybe..." but they're ignoring him now. His lips purse. How to get the attention of snow creatures? His eyes light up and his hands move swiftly. A handkerchief. Oh no. Scott stuffs it tightly down into his fist, only the snowmen creatures watching silently before he makes a dramatic flairing motion and opens his hand with a burst of flashpaper flame. Instantly the yeti creatures recoil and stop their bickering.

     "How did you do that?! Humans cannot spit heat and flame! They are more dangerous than we expected!"

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Watching Scott try to be a diplomat causes Felicia to roll her eyes, hands balling into fists and placed on her hips as she tries to stay quiet as he does his thing.

    Handkerchief...

    Oh god.

    He's not...

    He is.

    Felicia sighs heavily and rolls her eyes again but finds the opening the team needs.

    Stepping up before Scott can reply, "Yes, we are very dangerous, now, take us to, uh, your leaders, before, before we melt you all!"

    That'll work, right?

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve looks at Karen as the snow slide opens up. He grins boyishly, it's the same smile that made all the ladies in the 40's swoon. He then just jumps down the slide with no hesitation.

Karen is going to punch him later, he's sure of it. Or worse, she'll tell JANET.

He hits the botom of the slide and lands gracefilly, just in time to see Scott do stage magic. For yetis. He groans, moving forward.

"Look. We don't want to fight. We just need you to stop what you're doing. It's causing problems above, and if it's not cleared up soon, they're going to send more than us, and they won't be as willing to talk as I am."

Yeah, he just fired Scott from the diplomat seat.

Karen Starr has posed:
    In silence, Karen reaches up to the ice on the side of her head. Her hand squeezes and pulls, shattering the solidified snow into small lumps that fall from her clenched fist.

    She can hear Scott, and while it's reassuring that they're not being attacked, part of her is annoyed that the third lesson from the Close Up Magic DVD collection's second disk comes in handy, at all.

    She drifts into the air, and down the tunnel, following until they emerge near Felicia and Scott. Karen still has not said a word. Frankly, she's probably a step or two far too close to frying the whole of the alps.

Scott Lang has posed:
     The Yeti creatures grumble and growl looking at the group, while a couple dozen phone-cable laden snowmen silently stare with their artificial eyes. "We do not have leaders, we are a commune!" finally one growls out as if that is important in any way at all. One of the others sets a heavy paw on its shoulder and ushers him backwards as it steps forward instead.

     "We did not wish to attack you, but it is our only way home. Parts of our ship were taken from us and we have been tasked with tying into these phonelines ever since. We are nearing the end of our agreement though. If you had simply waited another few months..." it trails off almost wistfully.

     Scott meanwhile looks not surprisingly confused. "Wait you're not the ones behind all this? But the Lizard People told us..."

     "We were told where to find them and what to do by others as part of our arrangement. If we failed to follow through they would destroy the parts we need for our vessel and reveal us to the world!"

     Now it's Scott who for once looks like he's having a headache as he glances sidelong at the other heroes. "OK so who is..." he gets out before, a phone rings. A normal ring like from an old-fashioned phone, which it proves to be as one of the snowmen reaches inside itself with a cable and pulls out a handset which it holds in the air. An electronic squeal sounds from it and the eyes of all the snowmen drones flash, their teeth snarling.

     "We are betrayed! To arms!" shouts one of the yeti as the snowmen begin attacking both heroes and yetis alike, cables snapping in the air and icicle teeth looking to bite as they glide along the snow.

Steve Rogers has posed:
This went pear shaped fast. Steve, in full bore parley mode thought things were going okay, and truly they were.

Until the phone rang.

He winces at the electronic screech, taking a step back. "Power Girl! Melt these overblown snocones!"

Karen's an Avenger, so he's her boss. Sort of.

He pivots and hucks the shield, powdering the head of the snowman with the phone. The vibranium disc passes through, hits the ship, only to ricochet through another snowman before hitting a pylon and bouncing back to Steve.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Looking to her left when Captain America shows up she lifts her hand, the parka rustling as she salutes Steve, and turns her attention back to the talking yeti. She wants to speak up, she wants to help, but Felicia is still new to this part of the world and as such, she lets those with experience do, and she's going to take notes. Mostly DON'T do what Scott does.

    "Power Girl." Felicia says, smirking knowingly towards P-G. "You look like you want to punch something." And with that, Black Cat motions a hand towards the new threat. Snowmen with icicle teeth. Verified.

    "Getting help usually doesn't require an agreement, unless one group is getting more benifit from those that needed the help in the first place." Felicia notes, as she runs forward to jump, and plant both feet into the chest of the closest snowman.

Karen Starr has posed:
    "I hate every last part of this." Karen announces, as Steve starts diplomacizing with the Yetis, whom appear to just be stranded aliens, which means that she cannot punch them. All throughout the conversation, there is a nagging thought at the back of her head.

    "If this goes any deeper than these aliens, I'm going to lose my damn mind." she states, idly, whispering to Felicia as she takes those last few steps in their direction.

    Soon after the phone begins ringing, Karen puts her face in the palm of her hands, a muffled repitition of "I'm going to scream, this can't be happening." coming from behind them.

    Power Girl doesn't need to be told twice, but she does reply with a quiet "Please, no puns, I just can't with that right now." to Cap, as she starts filling the room with wide bursts of heat vision. She has to be careful of the ship- but either way, she's directing the might of the sun itself onto the snowmen, whom she is thankful are not sentient and cannot speak, because this would otherwise be the stuff of nightmares.

Scott Lang has posed:
     One snowman after another literally liquefies into a puddle or is blown apart by brute force. Even by Scott who joins in. "I've always wondered if this would work," he calls out, perhaps prompting a few curious glances as he shrinks and then leaps full-on into the backside of a snowman that was charging Steve Rogers. The snowman stops as if unsure what is happening...and then explodes as Scott Lang expands inside of it, shaking snow off himself like a wet dog after. "It does work!" he happily announces.                But easy as they go down, many get up again reforming out of more snow on the ground. One Yeti struggling with two or three of them at once, it was hard to tell as some of them began to essentially merge with one another, cries out, "The eyes! Destroy the eyes!" Sure enough the artificial eyeballs prove to be their control units as the heroes begin crushing or melting them, the snowmen quickly failing after that point. When the last has fallen Scott slumps against a wall and drops to his butt on the ground, lowering his helmet as he flexes his fingers.

     "Alright, so. You said someone was blackmailing you with parts for your ship so who has..."

     "Nazi vampires," replies one of the Yeti.

     Another adding a moment later, "I believe they refer to themselves as the Nazferatu?"

     Scott purses his lips, his head bobbing in silent acknowledgement before smacking his lips together. "Right. The Nazferatu. I...OK. I think I need to go back to the board," he says, rubbing at his temples now. Seems Karen wasn't the only one who might be having problems with this now.

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen pauses in her heat-visioning snowmen, patently refusing to use super-speed or to do anything other than angrily, lazily, make her way to each of the snowmen, melt them- and once advised by the yeti, start ripping out and stomping on eyes.

    "Scott. Scott. Why would you do that?" she asks, looking over at her team member. "You could have jumped into it any other way, it's made of snow, you didn't have to aim for where, anatomically, its ass would be." Yes, she IS having this conversation NOW.

    Heading something off at the pass, too: Karen holds her gaze on Scott. "I'm never, every saying that word. You will not get me to say it, I will /die/ before I say it, and you will die /long/ before that happens, so don't even /try./ Nazi Vampires is what you call Vampires who are Nazis."

Steve Rogers has posed:
The snowmen go down. It's more annoying than it is difficult. He slings his shield onto his back when it seems to be over. He steps forward again to listen to the Yeti Aliens, nodding slightly as Scott asks who is behind it all.

Steve draws a deep breath at the answer. His eyes go hard.

"Nazferatu. I think this is why I was made," Cap says, cracking his knuckles.

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    Felicia has her fist in the face of a snowman and pauses to turn as she hears Karen talking, "Wait... these things have... You jumped into..." She scrunches her face up to look at Scott with the judgement of a thousand pumpkin spice lattes. "W-T-F dude. Captain, do the Avengers offer councilling?" Felicia asks as she pulls her fist out and crushes the eyes in her palm.

    Crushed easily, Felicia regroups with the team and looks to Steve, and gets that rush of feeling Captain America get his mind set on something. "Oh, fuck yeah. Where are they?" She asks the nearest Yeti.

Scott Lang has posed:
     "They don't have butts, they're snow! Quit humanizing them like that!" counters Scott as if HE is the one being an adult here.

     A Yeti interjecting, "True but they do occasionally need to eject debris and toxic build-up which is designed to exit..."

     "Alright I get it! That's not important right now. WHY the phone scam calls? Can you tell us that much?" Scott pleads, trying not to make eye contact with any of his teammates.

     The Yeti aliens look amongst themselves before one snuffles, "We do not know the exact reason. Only that making money is not the point. We have tried monitoring them off and on over the years and have found many of the transactions are simply deleted making them harder to track, the digital currency simply, ceasing to be. Whatever the goal is it does not seem to be cash," it finishes with a human-like shrug.

     More muttering follows amongst themselves before one asks, "If we tell you where you might find them, can you help us repair our vessel?" It was an easy yes from the group, the Yeti aliens perking up. "Buenos Aires in Argentina. There is a museum there, they use the basement archives as their home. You must be careful, they have been there many years."

     Scott just grunts and pushes back to his feet at last, wiping a few vestiges of snowman off his arms before another thought occurs to him. "You said they've been there years...how long have you been at this? I mean you said it was still a few months away and that was close you considered..."

     "At least thirty of your Earth years?"

     Scott boggles a moment and then shakes his head as he snaps his helmet up into place. "Alright, we need to get them some tech help and, yeah. I need a drink I think..."

Steve Rogers has posed:
"I'll call in some favors from SHIELD. They'll help you out," Cap replies to the Yetis. His focus, though, is now on Nazferatu. Even the troubles of space that Carol talked with him about don't matter.

Why worry about Thanos when he can punch nazi vampires?

Felicia Hardy has posed:
    "Feel better?" Felicia asks towards Karen, reaching a hand out to pat the woman's back, and a smile as she tries to whisper so only Karen can hear.

    The thief turns back to Steve and Scott, "Either of you got comms to get us a ride, or are we going to be taking Uber Girl Flights back to civilization, leaving me with a less than pleased girlfriend I'm going to have to wine and dine to make sure she's feeling like she's worth all the gems in all the museums?" Felicia asks rhetorically as she really wants Karen to get this stress off her shoulders. Do you know how hard it is to work knots out of a Kryptonian shoulder?!

Karen Starr has posed:
    Karen has been idly steaming since Scott was lectured about the anatomy of snowman drones. By now, her arms have folded- a gesture that, for most sane team leaders and those who write bylaws, is against said bylaws for reasons of fairness. It is, frankly, unacceptable for her to be doing that, and yet here she is.

    Felicia pats her on the back, but the scowling blonde merely erupts in response. "NO! I do not feel better! How deep does this stupid rabbit hole go? What dark god do I have to punch for taking an interest in Scott Lang such that they've altered the universe to make THIS happen?! How do we not know what the purpose of these calls is?! Why are there Nazi Vampires and why are /they/ in on it, too?" Needless to say, this all is likely to beg a response from Scott, who has been explaining exactly the crackpot answers to these questions on each plane ride over here.

    When that occurs, she just snap points at him, shooting him a look of pure, unadulterated violence. She holds it for however long she needs to for it to have the intended effect, before she snaps right back to answering Felicia.

    "WORST of all, just WORST of all, the repulsion ring on my suit that is supposed to keep stuff out failed in the cold, and there's /snow/ in my /cleavage./"

Scott Lang has posed:
     "We will turn off the localized jamming, your communications will work again. We thank you for your help. The Abom-Ina Bley tribe thanks you," says one of the several Yetis who all of the heroes have avoided mentioning are nearly indistinguishable from one another for reasons of good taste.

     "There see? It's fine! Cap is happy he gets to go back to punch Nazis, we have a ride home, and Power Girl, this is NOT my fault! There is something bad happening and we have to stop it, I didn't make it happen! I just...heh, frostitty...no wait, please, it just slipped out, Cat hold her back! HOLD HER BACK!" cries out a terrified Scott, his howls of terror and pain echoing through the Alps for some time to come after.