(I am here, I think we were waiting for SHIELD or other Avengers to show up)
Avengers RP
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(Ok. Btw, I'm only in S2 of AOS, so no spoilers, please!)
"This is SHIELD! Drop your weapons!" a voice echoed through the room.
(Don't worry, I am only at the beginning of S3, only question is do you ship FitzSimmons)
The hooded figure slowly stood, head lowered. Rotating their gloved palms towards the agents to show that they were unarmed, posture non-threatening. Shoulders slouched and standing quietly, the statue waits to see what the agents will do next.
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(YES.)
A team of SHIELD agents crashes into the room, headed by Agent May. She looks around the room, assessing the situation. When she sees Natasha, she visibly relaxes.
"Agent Romanoff, good to see you," she greets.
Natasha nods. "You too, Agent May. It's nice to see you back in the field."
Softly, the statue speaks for the first time. "Well, that was unnecessary," Voicing their thoughts with words smooth as water, nodding to the new rubble on the floor of the warehouse. Looking over the Agents, they decide the biggest theats are a blond woman, the named Agent May, and a scruffy looking man. (Bobby, May, Hunter.) The blond haired one is the only one to notice the figures searching gaze.
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(BOBBY AND HUNTER!!! :D)
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(Sorry, but they're awesome…)
(I ship them like fedex! But FitzSimmons are OTP)
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Natasha turns to the figure. "What's your name, anyway?" she asks, her tone leaving no room for arguments.
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(Me, too! And they even gave us Fitzsimmons' ship name, too!)
Seemingly unaffected by the tone of voice, the figure watches her. Responding slowly, they speak. "Most people call me Ghost. I am not overly opinionated on what I am called. Why do you ask?" Ghost seems like they do not talk to people much, at least not pleasant ones. As they speak, the occupants of the room can't help but notice how formal, or even old fashioned they sound.
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"Well, you just appeared and knocked that guy–" Natasha gestured to the man on the floor, "–out cold. Just by placing your hand over his throat. Not many people—human or not—can do that."
Thinking for a moment, they reply softly. "I have found that asphyxiation is very effective when subduing a target. Is there another method that works better?" Honestly, they seem rather okay with having knocked a guy out.
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Nat grunts. "Yeah, kicking him in the face seems to work pretty well."
Ashira hung out at the avengers base. Having nothing better to do she decided to go mess with Tony's stuff that she wasn't supposed to touch.
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(Heyyyy! @DarkWolf is back!)
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(And about to drive Tony up the wall!) 😂
(Completely okay with that)
The Ghost nods in response to Natasha's suggestion. "Are there any more questions? SHIELD tends to have protocols for this sort of thing. I am guessing interrogation? Or at least some rather hard questions." Eyes flashing, reflecting the light, and casting the faintest blue glow. The Ghost waits.
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May and Nat exchange a glance.
"Yeah, there's a protocol—and, yes, we are going to take you in for questioning—but it shouldn't take long if you cooperate," May stated.
The Ghost shrugs. "I have no where else that I need to be, and no wish to end up in a cell, or dead. I will follow you." Still hooded, the behavior of the figure is strange. Most people vehemently protest being questioned, and those that don't usually try to fight their way out.
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May gives Nat a strange look, to which she just responds with a shrug. The SHIELD agents lead them to a black van, and they climb into the back. After a long-feeling drive, they stop. The back doors open, letting a blinding light into the van.
The Ghost doesn't seem bothered by the sudden change in lighting, though for a moment their eyes reflect blue as they adjust. Stepping, still silently, out of the van, they take in their surroundings. Noting the many exits, and the bustle of activity, they follow the agent that comes and leads them down twisting hallways. Casting a glance around, they watch a pair of scientists banter over a small object that fires light blue projectiles, as well as a rather scruffy looking man having a drink.
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(Fitzsimmons!)
Natasha follows the agent, staying behind the Ghost. She nods to the other agents she recognizes, giving Fitzsimmons a small smile as she passes them.
Eventually the Ghost is lead to a rather well padded room and sits down. "Do you believe me to be mentally unstable?" As they ask this they nod to the lackluster decor, sending a questioning look to the agent that had brought them there.
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"We cannot risk not taking precautions," the agent states, her face a mask, concealing her emotions.
"That was harsh. You should learn to smile, the world will always be bad if you view it as such." The Ghost goes back to looking at the walls, and tracing idle patterns.
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Natasha is led to a different room with silver walls. A metal table stands in the center of the room with a chair on each side of it. Agent May sits down in one of the chairs, gesturing for Natasha to sit across from her.
"Sit."
"No, thanks," Natasha said, waving her off. "I'd rather stand."
May rolled her eyes. "Natasha, please. The director will not be happy if you don't cooperate. Again."
FitzSimmons may or may not have convinced Skye to hack into the cameras in both of the rooms. They like to know what is going on, and Skye sometimes brings popcorn to eat while they watch. Most entertaining so far was the man who was convinced he saw a neon green elephant and that it was his king. It was a weird day.
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(Oh my gosh! I almost laughed out loud, and that would have been really embarrassing!)
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Hunter walked into the room, giving the screen a strange look.
"What's going on, mate?" he asked curiously.