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          he doesn’t blend well, that much is certain, and he’s immediately noticed by one of the locals. a voice cuts through the air, belonging to a statuesque and stunning woman giving him a rather intense look. the captain draws himself up, exuding confidence gained from facing the unknown on a daily basis. while he has yet to figure out where  ( or when )  he is, perhaps this woman has some ANSWERS for him.   ❝ my name is james t. kirk. who are you ?? ❞   he’s reluctant to offer up more about himself until he has more information, and he has to be careful in how he OBTAINS that information, so as not to give himself away.

DIMPLES DEEPEN as he beams, inquiry setting flame to erudite pride tingling in spine every time he dons the exoskeleton. ❝ It’s made of dwarf star alloy which is actually SUPER RARE. And yeah, it’s impregnable to any particle or radiation. I can wear it into space & & then thousand leagues under the sea … ❞

( he’s very proud ).

Gentle manners dictate he return the compliment. ❝ That shield’s really cool. What’s that made of? ❞

    this alloy he spoke of, was one that she had never heard of. then again, there were still some things that diana did not know of mankind’s world and perhaps she needed to learn more.   “ to space? wow, and did you build it yourself? ”   the man before her must be EXTREMELY intelligent to build something that could survive in both space and under water.

focusing on her with an air of determination, the vulcan wastes no time. ❝ it would appear; however, quite obviously, that i am—–as one might say, out of my element. ❞  as someone passes by, spock shrinks another step out of sight from the road. ❝ i am without resource to return home, let alone shelter during what has been largely, an inconvenience. ❞  

Bruce watched her curiously, brows knitting together as she reached out to touch the item.  The man was used to dealing with evidence he could understand, evidence that could be analyzed in a lab.  This, however, seemed an artifact from another world, something with qualities he may never understand fully.

As he listened in silence, the vigilante caught the woman’s glare.  All he offered was a neutral gaze, his lips pursing together slightly as he pondered how to answer her question.  The last thing he wanted was to spark the Amazon’s ire.

“As I said– I found the item back in Gotham.  It was being shipped through the port under a third party company.  I have suspicions about who is really behind trying to obtain such an item… but I don’t have anything solid just yet.”  

A heavy sigh leaves her. So, someone was trying to keep it under wraps that they had this...this powerful weapon that could surely cause some damage. It was yet another reminder to Diana of just how corrupted and cruel man could truly be. Ares might have been behind some of it but man was responsible for their own downfall.

“ Bruce, this item is dangerous, ”   The woman begins, turning to look at him,   “ My home has gifts from the gods, weapons and tools that we can use to defend the world. They were never meant to fall into the hands of man. We have to get it back to Themyscira. ” 

“Well shit, isn’t this quite the welcome wagon?” The ravager doctor grinned, but held up his arms in a non-threatening manner. “Hey hey now, I’m not looking for trouble. I just got a craving for some of the food here, is all.” Pause. “Well that and I’m on the search for some music to bring back, I swear.” It’s not his fault that trouble usually came looking for him because of his ravager status. “Now, who are you? You protect this planet?”

“An artifact… I think.”  It was one of the few times the man was genuinely stumped, and by the way he was gazing at the briefcase, it seemed he was a bit cautious around whatever it is he had brought to her.  

“When I found it, it seemed to exert some type of control over some of the people in the room, turned them against who I would’ve thought were their allies.  I haven’t taken it out from it’s apparent container since… I thought maybe you would know more.”  

Slowly she steps forward, eyes widening slightly at the item.   “ It is an artifact. ”   Diana explains hands reach out to touch the piece. Immediately the woman knew what it was and the power that it would hold.   “ I take it you have heard of Hera, Queen of the Heavens and Mother of the Gods. She had the power to control minds. And this...this is her’s. ” The piece is placed back inside and the lid of the briefcase slammed shut.

      themyscira must be a wonderful place, he thinks, as he follows her movements with her admiration reflected in his own gaze. for she has a warrior’s stance, a warrior’s strength; and yet, she possesses no disrespect, no arrogance so often characteristic. for that, she has earns the trust of the colossus. he’ll continue to watch her, until she’s in front of him once more, a low rumble rustling the tips of his leaves as his expression shifts to one of resigned acceptance –––– for he has long since lost his planet, and his kin.   ❛   –––– i am groot.   ❜

the vulcan shifts with his subtle breath of air. eyes, on the ground as he side steps out the way; out of view. earth was much different back then. now, rather. and spock would prefer to remain hidden for as long as he can.  ❝ perhaps then, you might be agreeable to assist me. ❞  

  too tense.  what’s new?  a puff of exhaustion departs from rosy lips and cape ruffles against knees.  “ i dunno,  diana,  i’m not really a great dancer, ”  comes her tired voice.  butterflies rise in the pit of her stomach in a way that reminds her of when she would hear the sacred words — ‘ i’m proud of you ’ — from her own mother.  nevertheless, nose wrinkles and a smile is offered in preparation as the kryptonian crouches.  brow draws together as expression grows harsh,  fingers splay on concrete as the ground rumbles beneath her.  cape and boots turn to a blur of red in the air ;  kara could have sworn it sounded like the sky had cracked.  if diana wanted speed,  she certainly got it.