Junho Lee

Post Order: @thenamesrogue, @detective-jamesdwyer, @gwynxapxnudd, @codenamemalachite

She glanced at the detective and grinned back, her eyes going back to their typical green. “The laser beams are only temporary, sugar, but yeah, not a good idea to piss me off as a general rule.” Speaking of making her angry, Rogue turned to look at the Green Goblin-suited Harry Osborn, who she only flashed a little smirk at his comment.

The pumpkin bomb exploded in the midst of a few operatives (one went flying), and Rogue joined Harry Osborn as he moved closer, motioning for the rest of the group to follow. Then it was more laser beams shooting from her eyes, only in short blasts, though, one by one.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he was charged at by a man. Moving aside to avoid the blunt weapon aimed at his head, Junho struck out with his elbow and struck out his leg to bring the man down before delivering a swift kick to the face. Should knock him out or keep him down for a bit, after all, steel toed boots hurt like a bitch. “Bunch of damn ants....Making me late” He grumbled as he looked around to find his team since he had arrived right as the fight began and continuously being detained from getting further in. Although  it also did not help the sight of the kind of gear HOPE personel had. He had to keep moving and hope to the higher ups or whatver kind of god lived up there that his team had survived this far into the game. 

Pain sliced his cheek the moment he caught sight of the woman who was the captain of the team. Ducking down to avoid more gun fire, he realized that an agent of HOPE had tried to sneak up on him, just like they had been since he arrived late to the game. 

“About time you joined us, pretty boy” James called out as he swung the rifle around to take down another member of HOPE. Well, more like incapacitate them as best he could. Not his fault if they ended up dead. Glancing back at Rogue and Harry, he called out. “I’ll catch up. Fly boy! Keep the path clear for me if you can. Our last team member finally arrived” 

James was glad that the entire team was here now, they could sure use all the help they could get at this point. Standing up from his hiding spot, the detective charged toward Junho, shouldering the rifle and bring out the hangun so that he could take down the enemy if they got too close to him or the other. 

“I got stuck and you’re a pretty good shot for an old man” responded the taller man as he stood up and smirked. James chuckled a bit and nodded back toward Rogue. “I’ll brief you on what our captain said. Come, we got some damage to do. Got any weapons on you?” 

Getting a nod in return, James proceeded to relay what Rogue told him and Harry as they both made their way back toward them. Taking down any who came too close between the bullets James fired and Junho’s backup until they catch up. 

“She has laser eyes?” 

James had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from busting out in laughter at the comment. “That she does, but focus on the task at hand pretty boy” 

Mission 5

Team: @antispidermenace , @gwynxapxnudd , @the-darkness-ismy-friend , @codenamemalachite

“You may not realise,” he suddenly spoke up, like a teacher trying to regain the attention of their students. “But this thing going on is big and it’s going to affect all of us, whether we like it or not. If they decide to force rules upon those who disagree, there will be confrontations in the streets; not just involving your typical gangs though. I bet a lot of those powered people who don’t want to follow their rules will end up confronting people like those in HOPE on the streets, with their powers. Now, I don’t know about all of you, but I don’t particularly want to get caught up in that on my way to work.”

He stood and put his hands in his pockets, turning to look out the window as if he expected to see a scene like the one he’d spoken of. 

“A lot of people you run into out there are all going to be asking you the same thing: whose side are you on? I’m sure at least one of you has already had such a conversation with family or a friend. Odds are, if you don’t agree with some of them, they’ll get angry. Picking the ‘wrong’ side for myself and companies like OsCorp could potentially ruin us, so we have to be careful about what we say about..all this.”

Annoyance flashed in his eyes as he directed his attention to the two after they have spoken. “While I can’t help but agree with daddy’s boy over here concerning a mob hounding the two of you no matter which side you choose, but I say, stay neutral. Show no preference” His words may or may not fall on deaf ears and he knew that could be the case considering they did not know him nor did he know them. Other than they were rather public figures. While he worked in the shadows. With a shrug, the spy moved from the window to a chair and turned it around so that he was straddling it, arms casually resting on the back of said furniture and kept the two men in his line of sight. 

“Just a suggestion. I have no interest in getting involved in politics, nasty stuff.” Junho almost wanted to be open and say that he was just gathering information, seeing where people stood before...A frown appeared. Before what? “And nothing will stop a mob from forming. They will look for anything to give them the excuse to rally together and cause chaos.” 

Mission 5

Team: @antispidermenace , @gwynxapxnudd , @the-darkness-ismy-friend , @codenamemalachite

Starting location: Jameson’s office, Daily Bugle building.

This was it. He’d known this day would come sooner or later, but even then this was a little sooner than Jameson had ever imagined. He was expected to pick a side: HOPE and the others who were anti-mutant, or the mutants themselves and the other powered people and their allies. It was not a choice the Editor-in-Chief could make lightly. No one could …or at least they shouldn’t be.

It made him feel a bit better knowing he was not the only one having to make such a decision. Some of those other such people had been gathered to his office so they could discuss the matter, away from all the crowds outside.

He had cleared away a lot of the papers and folders cluttering his office, storing them safely aside to make room for his guests and had even had a couple of extra seats brought in. All on the opposite side of his desk to his own, but still there. Jameson had expected a few more people to show up, but obviously they had better things to do; or perhaps they were scared of what may happen if people don’t like the choices they made?

In an attempt to push aside any nervousness, Jameson cleared his throat and tossed a recent copy of the Bugle down onto the empty desk before them.

Mutants Riot; HOPE Attempts to Resolve Conflict

“I am assuming you have all read this? If not, now’s probably a good time to get familiar with it. This whole issue is getting very bad, very fast and they’re expecting big names like mine and Oscorp to pick sides. Now- I’d like to thank you all for coming to, hopefully, have a more civilised conversation than most are about what to do in regards to this whole…mess.” Jameson said before sitting down in his chair, clasping his hands together on his lap.

“But first, we should probably at least make sure we all know each other’s names ‘ey?” he suggested, doubting they all knew each other. Jameson himself only vaguely recognised the Oscorp boy. What was his name again: Henry? Harvey?  Harley…?

Okay, he figured. Maybe he does need to pick a side. Rachel was a mutant - seriously there was no other explanation for it. Not only that, although he wasn’t a mutant, he was pretty sure HOPE wasn’t going to be found of the goblin.

So when the Bugle called Felicity to ask him to come, Harry decided to entertain the idea. Worse case scenario he wasted an afternoon. Plus, no decision had to be made just yet.

So when the Uber pulled up to the building, Harry walked in like he owned the place. When he saw Rachel he smirked, walking over. “Hey.”

The over dramatic tossing of the paper didn’t phase Harry, yet the grandpa - seriously, no one reads papers anymore; make an app - not knowing who he was kind of irked him.

“Harry. Harry Osborn. Deputy President of OsCorps.”

In all honesty, he would pick neither SHIELD nor HYDRA at this point. Not after he took sometime to himself to reevaluate life decisions and then came back to find out about this organization called HOPE. Things have been rather busy it seemed. At least he still had one friend that still looked out for him and spoke up about this meeting after finding a way to get him inside without much explanation. A nobody like him that lived with one foot on the good side while the other on the bad, but it seems that line was about to blur soon. Leaving those that stood in between to come to a life changing decision. Much like Jameson, the OsCorp brat and whoever the girl was. 

 Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall and gazed out of the window of the office, watching as life continued on without a care below them. Ignoring the fact that Jameson threw down the latest article of the Bugle onto his desk, even the words that were spoken. Jaw set and eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts being forced back to clear his mind. Shutting down any emotion that was deemed unnecessary at the moment on hand. 

Keeping his gaze focused on the cars moving about below, he listened to the introductions and thought of them to be utterly useless. Why introduce oneself when either of them might end up as an enemy in the future? Might as well go with the flock until it was time to pull away and forge his own path. “Junho” 

For hours, she just laid there, in a haze of tears leaking from her eyes. She rolled over cradling herself under the covers as she faded away into a blur of emptiness. She woke as the sun was setting. Aeron showered, dressed in dark jeans, a tank, and a leather jacket. She shook out her wild hair, applied a small amount of makeup, and headed to a bar around the corner.

New York had gotten frightfully cold in January, El Nino battering its full assault all across the east. Aeron tugged the scarf around her face tighter, hoping it would help, which it didn’t. She could only hope to walk faster to her destination and get a whiskey to warm her up. Turning the corner she stepped over into the parking lot making her way to the door when a biker caught her attention.

Hunched over a beautiful Kawasaki Ninja 300 SE, he seemed to be having some trouble. Aeron couldn’t pass up the opportunity to play with a new toy, he wasn’t so bad to look at either.

“Bike trouble? Need a hand?” She crouched down to his level, with a grin on her lips.

Cursing under his breath, the man dropped the screw driver and actually turned his head so that he could see what he was grabbing this time around. All he wanted to do was get home to his, most likely dusty, apartment and call it a day. Perhaps order Chinese food because something told him that there would be nothing edible at home, he vaguely recalled that the milk had expired a few days before he left on his little vacation. Not that he could truly enjoy a real one unless he was dead or deemed mentally unstable by the psychologists SHIELD hires. At least they were more caring than his other bosses. Bunch of green, spandex wearing freaks. 

He just hoped after the bike was fixed, the news would brighten his day but from the newspapers he’s glanced at so far....Doubtful. Wonder what kind of curve ball is going to be thrown at me. Frustrated, Junho angrily ran his right hand through his hair and sighed. Only to flinch in surprise at the woman who just crouched down to his level and spoke. Great...he was losing his touch in being aware of his surroundings. Fuck. At least she was easy on the eyes. “If you can work your magic on fixing my baby here, I’ll do anything for you that is reasonable” 

Junho was being an asshole anyway, pushing others away when they did nothing wrong. Which is what he was trying to do with the young woman who had apologized and inquired about his well being. Normally he would have just gone with it, tried to gain her trust and have her as someone he could fall back to or use for a job. Just like the others who had run their course and in the end, he hurt them and he just did not care. 

With a sigh, the man offered a reassuring smile toward her. Reminding himself that he was a changed man right now. The past was in the past. This was the present and he will use the lessons learned to continue on living even when the ghosts of the past came back to haunt him. Be it in his dreams or in the waking world. “Sorry...I’m being kind of an asshole while you are just being nice. Some company would be nice until I can withstand the pain and go home...If you want” A simple invitation. Her rejection would not bother him nor would her acceptance, as awkward as it would be since he knows nothing about the woman much less what they could talk about. Sitting in silence was another option, but that would mean Junho would get lost in his thoughts and that usually spelled trouble these days. 

Bird friend? Ah, Larry. “For a spry little shit, he’s alright. Want him?” A man could try giving up a rooster for a woman. 

When she asked if he was all right, he really was not sure on how to answer her. Yes or no. It would be a lie if he said yes, but he did not want to say no either. It was just who he was, never asking for help or wanting pity from strangers, much less people he knows. He wanted nothing and did not ask for anything in return. 

 So in silence he sat, Larry still making noises from the box in his lap and his eyes opened so that he could look at the woman again, offering another smile.”I am. Guess this was the powers that be telling me that I should have stayed home instead of wandering about” Just keep things light, funny. No need to have a stranger worry over nothing. After all, she didn’t do anything to injure him. He was the one at fault for being out and about as injured as he was, but that never stopped him. He was just a stubborn bastard living on Earth with a energetic rooster. 

“My boss is pretty high up, not sure if you can get any higher,” Jock revealed with a smug kind of grin. He knew Hydra and HOPE were everywhere and revealing too much to the wrong person was something he definitely shouldn’t do but Jock didn’t like holding back seemingly innocent pieces of information from people he considered to be his friends. Was Junho truly his friend though? This was only the second time they had met and although they got on very well, that didn’t mean Jock could trust the other man. 

“I got a job in the White House so technically my boss is the President,” Jock said once he decided to go with his instinct to trust Junho with a limited amount of information. He wasn’t going to mention the work he did for SWORD or the work he had done for the X-Men and the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. He could keep things generic enough talking about his new role in Washington.

“Man, life is too short to do things you don’t enjoy. If your job ain’t for you, quit and find something that you’re passionate about instead. Take it from me, a former junkie who managed to find his feet about half way through his life, life shouldn’t be wasted on things that ain’t good for your soul.” A great deal of concern became clear in Jock’s tone as he spoke to Junho. It troubled him that Junho seemed to be so unhappy. “Hey, if you find yourself unemployed, maybe I’ll put in a good word with the White House people!”

It was high time to find a new hobby. To forget about hurting the innocent, unless they hurt him first then they will pay for what they have done. Junho was going to make a silent promise. He was only going to go after those that have done some form of harm and if they were part of Hydra, then that was a bonus. 

It was then that he realized he accidentally tuned Jock out but came right back in when he said that he works in the White house now. He had also been taking a sip of his coffee and choked on it in surprise at the news. Coughing, the man gave Jock a thumbs up and once he finally stopped, he could speak. “Dude...you hit the jackpot there. Congratulations man, that’s pretty amazing” He wanted to know what he did there, what his job was. But had a feeling that it would seem intrusive and odd. After all, not everyone could openly say that they worked for the president. That usually started with ‘If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you’ sort of thing. He was unsure on how he should truly feel around Jock now. Happy? Worried? Mostly because it could mean many things for a man like Junho. 

Clearing his throat, he pushed aside all thoughts to focus on what was happening in the present. No need to think about the past or the future. He had to live in the present or suffer. “That is true and you have come a long way, doing what most try to do or have done but end up going back” He couldn’t help but offer a gentle smile at Jock’s concern. 

It was kind of him to offer another chance at life, but he doubted the White House would want a double agent in their midst. Much less someone who was supposed to be Hydra but hid in the ranks of SHIELD. “If only it was that easy...If only” He didn’t mean for that part to be said out lout, but there it was. Out for the world to hear. “I’ll have to stick around long enough until I can, but I’ll be sure to give you a call. I’m assuming you’ll be moving to be in DC right?”

He couldn’t stay here; the woman would catch up sooner or later and that would be bad news. Mostly for her.

“…good that there’s no harm done,” Grant said almost absentmindedly, focused more on his surroundings than then man. When he finally did turn his attention to him though, Grant raised an eyebrow. He was sure he’d never seen him before, yet something made Grant feel like he should know him. Was he S.H.I.E.L.D too?

“Is everything...” He starred to ask, curious as to what had the other on edge. Was he an agent? A paranoid civilian that was about conspiracy theories? Or just a man on the run? But he stopped mid question when he was asked if he was from the area. In that moment, Junho’s mind went to work. Digging through his memory to recall places of importance, not that it would be of any help without knowing what a man on the run needed. But that train of thought diverted into faces he had seen over time. Some he could vividly remember while others had started to fade out over time. Did he know this man? Or was it one of those faces that could be easily mistaken for another?  “I am. What do you need?” The last part was more of a whisper as he stepped closer, making sure unwanted eavesdropping was minimized. 

His eyes started scanning the crowd, searching for anyone acting suspicious. Just in case the man was being followed and it was not a case of paranoia. There...a woman that looked determined and then seemed to switch gears, acting like nothing was wrong and she was going about her day. Interesting. Just who was he? 

He nodded at Junho’s response to his question. Surviving sounded about right for so many people these days. Surviving meant living day to day and every day being a struggled to get through. Jock had been there and done that too many times to count. Just because life happened to be treating Jock pretty darn well for the moment didn’t mean Jock had forgotten what it was like to be ‘surviving’. 

“Life has been great actually,” Jock said, unable to hide how pleased he was to be able to say that. He was about to burst into giving Junho all the details of what had happened to Jock since they last saw each other but he managed to stop himself just in time. He had been told to be weary about who he told what to; not only from the political side of his life now he was working for the President but from a intelligence side as well thanks to SWORD. “Life’s been keeping me real busy. Most of it I don’t know how to believe, y’know? But yeah, it’s all good and I’m too busy to get into mischief which my new boss says is a good thing.” Jock chuckled.

He wanted to tell Junho about going up into space to fight the Foesitians and how he nearly didn’t make it back. He wanted to talk about Rory who didn’t make it home and how Jock still mourned for them. He wanted to tell him about how the President had requested Jock to work with him and how Abigail Brand had negotiated to get some of Jock’s time too. But with the threat of Hydra and HOPE being ever present, Jock knew that revealing too much was a bad thing and if he talked to the wrong people, everything that was good about his life would be taken away. It wasn’t worth the risk.

The man listened to Jock, occasionally taking a sip of his coffee and a bite of his muffin. Nodding when he was supposed to. This time, he was actually listening. While he had a feeling that Jock was not telling him everything, that was ok. Not like it was it was important for him to know. He’s lied enough about what he actually did, that not know what Jock does now is good enough for Junho. Kind of like payback. Especially if he did lie to the man before him. Shame. 

Always meeting the good guys and either doing what he does best to get information or just straight out lying to them. Now he was more self conscious about it. Damn...everything that has happened to him can really change a man. 

“That’s awesome though. You really hit it big time and here I thought it was mostly because you managed to get the girl without my help. New boss? If I may ask, what kind of job are you doing now?” He shouldn’t ask too much anyway. It might ring some bells if Jock worked for the government. “I’m thinking of quitting mine...It’s been a little too stressful since we last met and I actually just came back into town from my time off” 

No, it was more like he just up and left to clear his mind. Time off was never approved. No rest for the wicked as they say. Who did he truly work for? The bad guys or the good guys. That was the one question he needed to answer. What did he really want to do with his life. 

Sometimes, Grant wished he had a time machine or well…one of those gifted Hydra was so keen to recruit. There had to be at least one time traveller out there among the large, growing number of gifted…right? Maybe not. He’d never met, nor heard of one and how would it work anyway, when there were so many movies, shows and games that showed how bad time travel could make things?  Then again, there was already a lot of bad in his life, so Grant doubted such a thing could really make it worse.

He was already part of HYDRA after all…although he had been on a hiatus, kind of. After his escape from S.H.I.E.L.D and getting rid of his so-called family, he’d been drifting between helping the organisation and just doing as he pleased. Occasionally the two blended together.

Grant was on the lookout, as he always was, wary of anyone who could be a S.H.I.E.L.D agent his former teammates had sent after him. There hadn’t been as many since Detroit was destroyed, but he still stayed vigilant. From his seat on a bus, he was keeping an eye on a woman a few seats away from him, in the opposite aisle. She hadn’t spoken a single word to him, but had been suspiciously present wherever he’d been over the last few hours and was starting to bother him.

Not caring whereabouts in the city the bus currently was, Grant pushed the stop button and calmly got off before slipping into a nearby crowd, glancing back after a moment. He rolled his eyes when he saw the woman was heading in the same direction as him and continued on, eventually turning a corner, only to stop short after almost walking straight into a young man.

“Woah, sorry!” Grant said quickly. “I didn’t see you there; I was uh…distracted,” he added before glancing over his shoulder.

But that was the price to pay. A price he never knew about until Jericho, his Hydra mentor, decided it was time to make the payment. In which, that bit him in the ass as Junho easily made his mentor pay the price for doing so. While it brought him some satisfaction with revenge, it still did not bring his family back to life. It just left a hole that never closed. 

But that was not the point of today. He had set out to do some grocery shopping as the man ended up cleaning out the refrigerator due to a lot of the food spoiling while he was away. Along with the fact that Larry needed a better place to sleep on. No way in hell was that damn rooster getting on his bed. Not with the kind of attitude he was having. Stupid bird. The crowd he was wading through was getting on his nerves. Putting him on edge. This was bad. It seems that his brief stint in isolating himself. Hiding from everyone and everything. 

Gracefully, well as graceful as he can be, Junho managed to get through the crowd and turn the corner just to bump into a man. Taking a step back, hands in the pockets of his jacket, Junho flashed a smile. “Its ok man, no harm done” Although there was something going on. The man had glanced over his shoulder...He seemed to trying to get somewhere. In a hurry? No, not in a hurry. He was too calm to be in a hurry. Something else. 

“Pretty sure everyone is distracted these days after everything that has happened” 

“Wing man?” 

Jock’s memory wasn’t the best, thanks to the years of narcotics abuse, but this face and the phrase ‘wing man’ definitely belonged together. They had met a long time ago (or at least it felt like a long time ago) in a bar, and they had discussed something about Jock being really bad with women. Maybe they had promised to keep in touch but that never happened. And now, out of the blue, they happened to be in the same coffee shop at the same time.

“Dude,” Jock said as he turned in his seat to face the other man more fully. He grinned at him, sure that his memory wasn’t playing tricks on him and he had met this man before. “You remember me, right? Man, of all the times for you to show up again. How’s it going? You been OK? You’ll never believe what happened to me since I last saw you. Actually you might considering everything that’s happened recently but I still don’t quite believe it myself considering my past and all that.” Jock stopped rambling and laughed at himself. His excitement about his new life was obviously overflowing and he needed to rein it back in.

“So yeah, how are you?”

Junho couldn’t help but grin. This was unexpected, but very welcome. Especially with all the shit he had just been through. From a mission that nearly took his life to that final battle to save the Earth. He was all kinds of fucked up right now, but still managed to keep his sanity. There were important matters at hand and the world will keep on going no matter what. Crap...He now remembered that they were supposed to keep in touch. Junho was such a dick for not doing that, but it was mostly because there was a lot on his plate and he didn’t really care much for small fries. At that time. This time around, he was going to try and make things better. 

For his sanity. 

“Jock right? I really hope that’s your name or I’m going to feel like an asshole right now” Picking up his coffee and muffin, the agent decided to move over to Jock’s table so that they can comfortably converse. Play catch up. He couldn’t help but smile even more at the questions along with what may have happened to Jock. In which, Junho didn’t even know what the other did? Did he? He couldn’t remember all the details right now as he was trying to recollect if any lies were told. That’s all he did. Spin a web of lies. “I’m pretty sure I can handle what has happened to you, after all, a lot has happened since we last saw each other” 

Which was just their first meeting. “I’ve been....” He purposefully took a drink from his coffee to figure out how to answer another question. What can he say? He’s fine, gone through hell and back....”Surviving. How about yourself, Mr. Excited? Life been good to you?” It sure as hell wasn’t to him. 

 Matt had already let go of the man who’d slipped, and now he stepped away farther, so as not to be in the bird’s way if it wanted to get to Coffee Man. “Is….” Wow. It shouldn’t have been that hard to accept that there was a rooster on the sidewalk, but then again, this was New York City. Roosters weren’t even legal – which this one didn’t know. For a moment, Matt questioned his sanity. Maybe he was still hallucinating…? 

But the bird pecked at his shoe. Real. Real cock. 

The cane. The glasses. Welp...what can he do. Junho’s look of apology turned into a cringe when the question was asked. Dark eyes fell upon Larry as he pecked at the others shoe. “Yeah...Sorry. He’s still a little...everywhere” What more can he say? Not like he ever encountered anyone else with a pet rooster. Were pet roosters even legal? He’s know people to have chickens in the backyard in smaller cities with more open room than a large city like New York. Especially when the egg was given to him by someone that saved his, Natasha’s and Jack’s life during a dangerous mission. 

Junho will forever be grateful to the Alaskan couple and hoped they were still alive so that he could meet them again one day and say thank you. Maybe even question why the egg.  Plus...how the hell will he be able to get anything done with an energetic rooster running around behind him. Coffee still in hand, he crouched down to wrap an arm around Larry to get him away from the other who just saved him from falling on his ass. But Larry wanted nothing of it and pecked him.  “Why you...” Ignoring the pain and the additional pecking, Junho picked up up and stood up from the crouch. 

Looks like another day pretending to be a mummy was in order. “Thanks again...I’d offer a cup of coffee at least, but...I kind of have my hands full right now and don’t think they would appreciate a energetic..Ow!...Rooster in there”