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Scott Lang	NOW: An unwashed brown conversion van careens down a side street, its tires squealing as it makes a sharp left turn onto a busier boulevard. Behind the wheel is Scott 'Ant-Man' Lang, currently costumed up and glancing over and over into the side mirror. "I think we lost them," he says in a not-remotely-confident manner. "Yep," he continues, "we definitely lost them." Screaming through the air from around the corner the van had just turned comes a flying, buzzing swarm that vaguely looks humanoid. It opens a gaping maw and roars, the buzzing growing to a momentarily deafening volume, and reaches out toward the van. Scott takes a deep breath and sighs. "You probably don't want to look back there." TWENTY MINUTES AGO: In a small office that appears to double as an engineer's workshop, Scott leans back against his desk and folds his arms across his chest, smirking. "So, you see," Scott explains to Bruce Banner, "the science is totally sound. I've managed to tweak Hank's ant-mind-control device to reach them on an /entirely new/ level. It's incredible! Just watch..." Scott concentrates, and a nearby ant colony begins making gestures that look like dance moves. Outside the office, a number of deceased ants suddenly begin moving ... and coming together to form something--something that should Not BE!
Bruce Banner	NOW: Bruce Banner was in the van, attempting to keep -calm- and it frankly wasn't working out too well for him, but for the moment, he's not turning green. "Scott, this is exactly why I told you NOT to mess with insectoid minds!" because Scott ended up creating a hivemind of nasty that was now chasing them through the city. His purple longsleeve shirt is rolled up in the sleeves and Banner's cap is on the floor somewhere. He hears the scream of the humanoid swarm before he just gulps. "Is this condition green?" an Avengers code for unleashing the Hulk, even though he really doesn't want to. TWENTY MINUTES AGO: Dr. Banner is wearing the same clothes, but with the addition of a doctors coat and glasses. "Scott, I really don't think you should be trying to enhance something that doesn't need to be enhanced. Insectoid minds are delicate and shouldn't be tampered with more than they already have." he tries to tell Scott, before he shows him the trick anyway and Banner's eyes narrow at the dance moves they're performing. "...you did all that work just to make them dance?" Banner actually looks...amused? Intrigued may be the best word for it.
Jane Foster	NOW: Doctor Jane Foster's intern is hiding behind a dumpster, trying desperately to cover his head, but of course he still has his phone up. Rules from Darcy: always record. Always, even in moments of sheer terror, because Midgard's representative to the Nine Worlds has stuff happen all the damn time. Holding what really looks like an overglorified glass cylinder on a fine stake, thr brunette is armed about as well as someone in a croquet match facing down King Shark (did you know he's a shark?). Outgunned, outmatched, and staring at a horde of bugs gone rampant. She watches the van careen around the corner, just this close to being smashed and grabbed by a dense insect horde. She whips a look over her shoulder, Team Science prepared to become Team Action in a second. "Ian! Sunscreen, quick. Where's that lighter..." THEN: Twenty minutes ago, Jane Foster -- astrophysicist at large -- had notions of a late sushi lunch. A bowl of shiro miso soup, a few cool maki, maybe even some fatty tuna for all that her conscience kicks in given the scarcity and acquisition methods of fishing for it. Just two more sensors to detect fluctuations in the area, that's all. Something to pick up on the honestly bizarre readings triggering the array with its hypersensitive readings to even the smallest of dimensional fluctuations, matter bursts, and the like. So much for sushi. "Damn it, All-Father, now? Why /now/?"
Julie Yan	NOW:     Julie is not sure WHY she got roped into this, but she clings to her seat as the van threatens to slam her head against the sides. In fact, she bonks her head against one side. "OW! Dammit, why can't you drive straight?" She yells, before she leans out to hurl a fireball at whatever is chasing them.     What dhe does see has her reconsider, and she ducks back into her seat with a horrified look on her face. "OKay, so fire might not be enough to get rid of this thing." She says, but she offers a hand to Jane. "I mean, I can try if you need fire."     TWENTY MINUTES AGO:     Julie was out and about, getting an excuse to soak up some sun and get lunch while she shops on her phone. Good thing this general area's a decent wifi hotspot. Slurping up takeout noodles, Julie sits on the bench as she overhears someone cursing the heavens. "Eh?" She spies Jane and begins to slowly get closer, curious.
Siobhan Smythe	NOW: Same street that they are careening down. Siobhan is further up the road. She is idly sipping the coffee that she set out to get, enjoying the day and just generally preparing to figure out what to do next with her day. What a wonderful and fine day today was turning out to be. That is, until, she idly starts to hear something that others aren't able to hear as easily. When she is calm and quiet, she sometimes turns up the volume of the world around for herself, drawing in sound and sorting through it to see if she hears any interesting music or the like. However. This is not music. The buzzing and skidding tires has her pausing and looking in the direction of that van and its passengers and then her eyes widen at what is behind it in the distance... TWENTY MINUTES AGO: Siobhan boards a bus to take her to her favorite coffee shop just to get coffee on a normal day in which surely nothing bad will happen.
Scott Lang	NOW: "NO!" Scott yells, grabbing out at Bruce's shirt with one hand without looking. "This is NOT condition green! I can't afford another van, man!" He sticks his head out the window to look back at the pursuing swarm-thing and nearly drives into an outdoor cafe where otherwise-happy people are enjoying their coffee. "Sorry!" Scott calls out, course-correcting back to the street. He swerves the van down another side street to try and evade the creature. It doesn't work. The swarming undead rip the top off of a taco truck as the creature turns to follow the van, the truck's metal roof shredded apart and tossed like exploding shrapnel at Scott, Bruce, and Julie. Luckily, at least half the shrapnel turns white-hot and disintegrates from the tossed fireball, along with a quarter or so of the insects wielding it. "Was that from bonking your head?!" Scott asks, mouth agape. FIFTEEN MINUTES OR SO AGO: "What? No. Pshh. Please!" Scott mumbles. "That would be stupid. I'd--I would never--I ..." He pauses and hangs his head. "I mean, it's cool, though, right?" He looks at the ants. "Actually ... I think there's something wrong. They shouldn't be moving /quite/ this jerkily." He looks closer. "Bruce, I think they're ... dead?" Scott stands up straight. "Okay. Don't freak out, but I'm pretty sure I've just made zombie ants." He concentrates for a moment and then opens his mouth again. "Okay. I know I said 'don't freak out' a second ago, but really don't freak out: I'm not making this dancing happen any more." Insects begin pelting the office windows like it's raining bugs. "We ... should probably run. Or! I have a van," Scott says cheerfully, grabbing the keys.
Bruce Banner	NOW: Bruce's shirt gets yanked by Scott as he yells in his face. "Okay, okay!" He lifts his hands up in the notoriously wimpy way that Bruce is known for. Hulk is the fighter and the aggressive one. Bruce is not. Though as the car careens around a street corner, Bruce -almost- slams into the wall of the van before he recovers. "Is there any way you can disrupt their synchronity?" He asks of Dr. Foster, remaining seated and holding onto the sides. "They're densely populated. You could set up a chain reaction on them." But he stops talking, instead he notices the swarm tear apart a taco truck to get to them. "We have to take it out or its going to start harming civilians!" FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO OR SO: Bruce crosses his arms and looks sharply at Scott as he goes on his little tangent. "I mean, its certainly interesting and definitely science fair worthy. Though I'm not sure mind-controlling ants is a headline." he just chuckles a little bit, but looks over at Jane as she curses using the name of Thor's dad. "Everything alright, Dr. Foster?" His attention is stolen as he has a look of concern when Scott points something out: The ants are very dead. But their bodies are jerking and creaking, before his eyes shift to the ants pelting the windows. "Scott, van." he tells him and starts moving, tossing aside his lab coat for the moment because if he turns green, it is NOT getting ripped because he's definitely not getting another one. "Lets go, lets go, lets go!"
Jane Foster	NOW: The brown van comes awfully close, putting some of the key PhD holders and scientists in the city in proximity. Just not in the way no one ever wants. Julie hanging on to the side doesn't faze the brunette as much as it should, and she takes the bottle of rather inexpensive, no-name sunscreen aerosol. The blast of the spray pours out; it's not as good as hairspray but it has enough of an alcohol in it. Maybe that, together with actual fire, will do something. Nothing like dealing with a stream of undead. The golden bracelet shining on her wrist gleams bright as sunshine, and she drops the sunscreen when the monstrosities of the other side come hauling closer. Too much of a problem for a girl with above-average fitness and not much else. Ian cowers. Violet skulls glitter in her eyes, probably unseen, since she's brown-eyed. But oh, it's a problem. "Oh, bloody night, move!" Is that a cafe up there? Shelter! FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO: "No, I don't have any idea why Erik thinks something fell from the sky. Space junk? No, you can't quote me on this!" Phone to her ear, Jane stands on tiptoe as she buries the first of the remaining stakes into a pretty flower basket. The owner beams out from the second floor, contributing nothing less than a pair of steadying hands. The little glass oculus stands out, making for an easy act of settling things down. A bit of fussing and she nods to Ian. Her intern checks the app on the phone, and he taps it twice. "Receiving a signal loud and clear. It's triangulation off of the deli perfectly." She ends up looking up at Bruce and Scott, then frowns as she heads their way. It's how she ends up in The Van. How she ends up staring at a pile of dead ants. "What did you do? How did this happen?"
Julie Yan	NOW:     "Magic fire powers!" Julie keeps it concise as she leans out to take another shot, hurling a fireball at the taco truck's tires. When Jane holds out aerosol, she focuses her flames to unleash a flamethrower blast at the zombie ants.     THEN:     Julie raises an eyebrow as she sees what looks like a bunch of dead ants...do -something-? What are those two dudes doing in the office building? The martial arts mage then realizes what the zombie ants are doing, and she begins to rush them with a blast of fire, barely phased by the Jane's arrival. "What she said!" She says, pointing to Jane as she realizes the ants are only intensifying in number and concentration.
Siobhan Smythe	NOW: "Well." Siobhan sips her coffee again and then takes a breath and let sit out slowly, "Yep." She says to no one in particular and shakes her head. She watches with a wince as the top of a taco truck is ripped off even as the van turns down a side street and then she shakes her head, "I'm not gonna get ta enjoy my coffee." She says softly and shakes her head, "Am I?" She is asking no one in particular before she turns and starts jogging down a street next to the cafe and sighs. "It was such a nice day," her Irish Brogue paints her words even as she starts running along and then she looks down at her hands even as she eyes the coffee, "Now, de real question is are ye goin' to behave yourself?" She asks and then looks forward before she closes her eyes, "I can't sit idly by..." And then a moment later, there's an echoing scream. A deathly scream that calls out for death. Then she appears down the street from the truck in a shadowy, purplish mist. Not directly in its path but on the side of the street. A skull headed woman with glowing white eyes in a shadowy black and silvery suit that appears more skeletal than anything. FIFTEEN MINUTES AGO: Siobhan is humming on the bus, idly having her phone playing some of her favorite music. Being able to manipulate sound a little means no need for headphones. She just takes the music directly to her ears. She smiles and taps her foot, looking idly at her phone and at the order she placed for coffee in advance and smiling brightly at it before looking out the window at the beautiful day.
Scott Lang	NOW: The swarm roar-buzzes again as aerosol intensifies the fiery burst that threatens its collective entity-ness as flaming bug corpses explode in every direction from its hive-body. The creature swirls about, reconfiguring itself as a giant decrepit skull made of insects, and it begins 'chomping' at its prey. That chomping, though, stalls out as the newly formed skull is disrupted by the deathly shriek coming from the skull-headed woman. The swarm seems to be trying to determine which threat it should deal with. "I think it's safe to say we're in condition 'brown' at this point," Scott says through gritted teeth, trying to swerve back and forth across the road to effect a kind of zig-zag evasive maneuver. "At least ... I am. The Avengers have a costume cleaning service, right?" TEN MINUTES AGO: "Seatbelts on, everybody! I don't think my insurance covers any of this!" Scott desperately tries to maneuver the van down streets that aren't quite so busy. There's a lot of honking and awkward between-lane navigation. "The lunch hour traffic is going to kill us," he says. "Maybe literally." The rain of undead insects slowly lets up. "Hey!" Scott pipes up. "Maybe they've stopped." The insects begin, slowly, to form a mass, a central structure. "Never mind," Scott adds. "It's about to be much, much worse." NOW: "Hey, I don't mean to ask a dumb question," Scott says, clearing his throat. "But do you think this might go away if I turned off the dance control program I have running in this helmet?" He glances from the corner of his eye at his passengers. "Asking for ... well, all of us."
Bruce Banner	TEN MINUTES AGO: "Ask Scott." Bruce tells Jane and Julie as he gets into the van with the unique horn, before he buckles up as much as he can before Scott puts petal to the metal. Bruce is just mainly hanging on for dear life. NOW: Bruce shoots Scott a -glare-. "Why wasn't that your first option, Scott?" Bruce is annoyed, but not angry (thank god) at his fellow Avenger. But the thought of Scott having an....erm, accident, is a funny one to Dr. Banner. But he needs to focus on the present. The sunscreen is a marvelous idea. Alcohol burns like a miracle from god, especially in objects with decent molecular mass for a quick spider-web effect, like hairspray or sunscreen. "Good idea!" he tells all who took part, namely Julie and Jane. He is SO happy he's not needed, at least for the moment.
Julie Yan	NOW: Julie just makes a face after sniffing a couple times. "First off, -ew-. Second-WAH!" She frantically hops back in the van, this time buckling her seatbelt for once. "Second off...why didn't you try turning it off the FIRST TIME!?" She snaps at Scott in exasperation. She's really starting to lose her patience with this guy and she's only known him for thirty minutes tops.     THEN:     As the van pulls up close to her, Julie doesn't bother asking questions. She just gets in, rather than deal with the zombie horde of ants. "What the -fuck- are those things?" She demands, grabbing a seat.
Siobhan Smythe	NOW: Watching the van approach, Silver Banshee closes her eyes briefly before she whispers to herself, "Ye, can do dis. Just focus..." And then she leaps up and flails as she leaps rather high up into the air. She grits her skeletal teeth as she over leaps and goes much higher than expected. So, she does the only thing she can think of and she screams a smaller cone toward the insects and attempts to push herself back. A moment later, there's likely to be a loud thump atop the van as she lands there, a hand slapping down to steady herself and she watches the insects behind them as she lands and shakes her head, "I don't know if that'll work." She then looks to the side and calls down, the words carrying into the cabin fairly easily, "I'm the Silver Banshee. I'm on your roof and I'll attempt to stop them." Her voice seems to echo and be part of a dark melody. TEN MINUTES AGO: A ping goes off on her phone and she smiles brighter, "Coffee is ready." She looks at it happily even as she sees the bus stop approaching and lets out a pleased breath.
Scott Lang	NOW: "Whoa! Whoa!" Scott protests. "I, uh, thought they may have been unrelated phenomena. Cosmic coincidences! But ... yeah, probably not that." He hangs his head for a second. Scott flips a switch near his chin. At the same moment, Siobhan screams at the assembled zombie-insect-creatures. JUST A LITTLE BIT AGO: "They're zombie insects. Zomb-sects? Zombugs? Zombugs," Scott ponders. "They're zombugs. Undead creatures that have banded together to take down humanity! And they seem to hate us in particular for some reason!" BACK TO NOW AGAIN: The deactivated zombugs, impacted with the banshee's death-scream, causes the swarm to burst like a Death Star that's been torpedoed by a Tatooinian farmer. Something--like a malevolent spirit--seems to dissipate with the burst, no longer tethered to the until-now-reanimated creatures. Insects fall like it's a race to splatter everything remotely nearby. And that splatter is phenomenal. The brown conversion van, moments later, looks more like a brackish-green. "...yay?" Scott asks, grimacing.
Bruce Banner	NOW: "Bugs that Lang decided to improve his control over. He probably sent their brains so much electromagnetic functionality that their brains went haywire." granted, Bruce is THE guy when it comes to Nuclear science, but when it comes to Ant stuff? Not really his thing or interest at all. When Siobhan announces her presence, Bruce looks like he's five seconds from letting the Other Guy defend them all, but it turns out she's helping. Whew. But when Ant-Man pulls the plug and the ants just burst into a green paste, Bruce turns his attention back to Scott. "NEVER do that again." Bruce glares a moment before he takes a breath and calms down. What? Even Bruce can have his moments, most certainly.
Julie Yan	NOW:     Julie jsut gives Scott the mother of all 'Are you fucking kidding me' looks, but she's distracted by Silver Banshee. "Hey, I know her! Irish banshee lady!" She says, perked a little. The scream definitely has a kick to it, as Julie feels her eardums pop. Reminds her of Dinah's own Canary Cry.     THEN:     "Zombugs. Great, you caused the zombie apocalypse AND a bug invasion. You're a masterclass in screwing up, dude!"     NOW: And then the bugs...pop. "Oh. Huh, that worked." She says, cleaning out her eardrums with a finger, glad the van's enough shelter to keep everyone inside from getting splattered. It's uncertain if that extends to Siobhan too.
Siobhan Smythe	NOW: And just like that, the threat is gone but...there's one last issue. Even as Scott comes to a stop, the Silver Banshee's eyes go wide and her arm goes over her eyes as she shuts her mouth. And hten suddenly she's covered in bug guts. Disadvantages to being on top of the van. She opens her eyes and moves her arm to look down at herself and then her teeth grit and she stands up. She leaps down and those glowing eyes turn balefully upon Scott. She glares at him for a long moment before sayin', "You're lucky I'm nice..." She states and then a part of her yells in the back of her mind out she should destroy that van with a powerful scream. Before that can happen though, she lets out a smaller scream and disappears. JUST BEFORE THIS STARTED: "Appreciate it. Always love comin' 'ere." She states to the barrista and smiles at the coffee she got. She takes a sip and lets out a pleased sigh even as she walks out toward the entrance. JUST MOMENTS AGO: "Those darn kids. Always leavin' their fancy coffee trash out for everyone else to clean up. Back in my day we just drank regular coffee and we knew how to throw our trash away." An older man with a white mustache and sunglasses grabs a cup labled, 'Siobhan' picks it up and stares at it, "See Oh Bon?" He mutters more about kids today before throwing it in the trash. NOW: Siobhan reappears in the alleyway near that table where she left her coffee, using sonics to clear herself of most of the bug guts before transforming back to normal and letting out a pleased sigh. She walks out and stares at the empty table and then frowns and sighs.
Scott Lang	"Okay, okay," Scott says with a heavy sigh. "You're right. I get it. I'm sorry. I am! I'm sorry!" He puts his hands up in defeat. "I should've--I should've thought that through better. I didn't, and this is all my fault." Scott sticks his head out of the window and shouts: "I'm sorry, terrifying Irish Banshee Lady! This was my fault! And, wow, what a code-name!" he adds, just as she disappears, the scream nearly cracking his helmet's lenses. Returning back through the window, Scott leans forward, resting his helmet on the steering wheel. For a moment he says nothing, and then he sits back up and composes himself. "Can I give everyone a lift back? I promise it'll be a serene, soothing affair. Although I /could/ put on some music guaranteed to get everyone dancing ..." He begins reaching for the stereo but stops, cringing. "Probably not a good idea at the moment. I get that, too. Sorry!" He starts the van quietly after that, spraying wiper fluid liberally over the windshield to clean enough bug guts off to see through.