forum M C U (Closed rp - stalking is allowed)

Started May 22, 2018 by Tessa D.

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Steve entered the discussion with a brief "Mission report." He ran a hand through his messy blond hair, obviously anxious to hear what had happened.

Scott leans against the brick wall, eager to hear the news, but dreading it. Man, this life wears him out.

Natasha's glanced over at Clint and then turned back to Steve. She took a deep breath and stood up tall. "Barnes is MIA. We're pretty sure he was captured and we have a good idea of where it happened but whoever took him didn't leave a trace. We couldn't look for long because Stark's satellites showed up."

Steve stared at Natasha. "W-What? Bucky's missing?"

Natasha looked at Steve's hurt face. "I- yeah. But don't worry, we're gonna find him." She walked over to Steve and put her hand on his shoulder. "Do you maybe have any idea who might have taken him?"

Great, we're in hiding and yet the bad guys still manage to spot us. Scott runs a hand through his hair, making it stand up a little wildly. The constant worry churns his stomach once again, and he wishes, not for the first time in his life, that time travel was possible. And, well, that he was a god and could totally keep things like Sokovia happening. But, he reminds himself. You're not. Take the punches as they come.

Steve looked down. "I… I guess HYDRA? I don't.."

“Okay we could start there . . . “ Natasha looked helplessly back at Scott, Sam, and Clint.

(Bringing this back up.)
Scott sighs. "So those guys are still a thing?"

Steve nodded slowly. "I've heard rumors about a few of them starting trouble in Russia, but I wasn't entirely certain."

Scott, mature as ever, sighs and says what they're probably all thinking. "Well that just sucks."

Steve rubbed his eyes. "I-" He looked at Natasha. "I'll try to find some intel on the location."

"Do you know the locations of any of their old headquarters in Russia?" Natasha asked Steve. She put her hand on his shoulder. "You should stay here and try and find anything that could help us. Meanwhile, I'm going to Russia. Who wants to come?"

Clint raised his hand. "Tasha, how about we split up? I'll go with you to search half the places, and Sam and Scott can do the rest."

“Great” Natasha found two maps of Russia and a pen. On one page she outlined half the region and she outlined the other half on the second page. She passed one page to Scott and Sam and kept the other. “You two take this part. Clint and I will take the other. Cap, you stay here and try and get any intel you can. Alert us as soon as you get some. Stay out of trouble,” she turned to Clint, Scott, and Sam, “We leave in the morning. Suit up.”

Steve pulled up a swivel chair and sank into it heavily. "I'll just… wait here, I guess." Clint patted his arm awkwardly. "It'll be okay - we'll find him." Steve smiled weakly. "Thanks guys." As Clint walked towards the supply room, he heard Scott mumbling under his breath. "How on earth are we supposed to search all of Russia?"

Natasha glared at Scott. “By splitting it up. Weren’t you listening to me?” (Should we time skip to them in Russia? And maybe Steve finding intel on like two potential bases in each of their sections of Russia they’re taking? Idk)

Clint stepped off the plane into the crowded airport, adjusting his backpack straps. Natasha pushed past him and quickly began to make her way towards the baggage claim. Clint trailed behind her, still in a daze and blinking in the bright light. "I can't believe I got to watch the Bee Movie twice before we landed!" Natasha rolled her eyes and began to walk faster.

Steve pulled up a swivel chair and sank into it heavily. "I'll just… wait here, I guess." Clint patted his arm awkwardly. "It'll be okay - we'll find him." Steve smiled weakly. "Thanks guys." As Clint walked towards the supply room, he heard Scott mumbling under his breath. "How on earth are we supposed to search all of Russia?"

(Tess D, I would appreciate it if you didn't make my character speak.)

(Oops sorry haha won't do it again)

(Thanks.)

Natasha grabbed a bag from the baggage claim and grunted at the weight. The bag looked extremely lightweight and inconspicuous but it had enough firepower hidden inside to take out the entire airport. Stark had designed it to be untraceable by metal detectors and scanners in the event they ever needed to use civilian planes. She sighed as she handed it to Clint, who was still babbling about the movies he had watched on the plane.

She checked her watch. Scott and Sam should be landing in an hour and they had promised to contact them as soon as they did.

Steve's eyes were glued to the monitor as he anxiously watched the airport camera feed. Natasha picked up the bag, turned to Clint, and-

What? Steve saw his own nervous reflection in the black screen. The feed had just cut out entirely- that was definitely not supposed to happen.

"Okay, what just happened?" Scott looks to back to the black screen. "You didn't just do something, did you?" He asks Steve.

Sam walked in. “Guys? My feed just cut out. Did yours…?” He saw the blank screens. “Alright. Yours did, too, apparently.”