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"Bucky I don't want to hear it," Steve shakes his head, "You've been complaining about your arm for weeks. And Tony is the best guy around for that type of thing. I don't know what you've got against the guy still but you can't keep trying to train without getting that arm looked at." Bucky groans, rolling his eyes and wanting to say something but it falls away to a wince because the sharp, shooting pain hits him again and he can't even hide it.

"See. Exactly what I mean," Steve points out, crossing his arms, "I already made sure that Tony had time for you on his schedule, and Fury said that he won't give you any assignments if you don't get that fixed. So just go," he pushes the brunette towards the door of the training facility.

"I miss when you were smaller, and you couldn't shove me around like this," Bucky calls back with irritation before leaving and heading to the lab area when Steve said Tony should be working. He has half a mind to ditch it but figures the faster he gets this done the faster he can get back to training.

At the door to the lab, he stands in the doorway, a bit awkward as he glances around before spotting Tony. He approaches the desk he was working at, "Hey, uh..Steve and Director Fury told me to come here.." he explains, figuring that they would have already said something to Tony as well, otherwise this was going to be awkward.

Zoe hadn’t thought this through before getting involved in this fight. Her little crew had come a long way especially now that she was an adult and could support and protect them with her powers as well as her skills. The money had to come from somewhere and she wasn’t above stealing or blackmail, not when it was supposed to help protect her friends and the kids that she took into her care to save them from a life on the streets.

It had been a long time coming, another gang with more sinister intentions had been growing nearby, but it wasn’t immediate cause for alarm. This was New York City after all, there were more gangs than she could count really, but most knew the leave her alone. She had a good heart and her main priority was to help kids of course, but she wasn’t shy about protecting her people and doing whatever it takes to do so. More than once, other men had made the mistake of underestimating her and come to regret it, and it had served to give her a reputation as someone not to be trifled with. But this new gang had seemingly not gotten the memo. As they grew they had gotten closer and closer to what had been decidedly her turf for the last several years, and most recently they had finally started trying to deal and recruit people that were supposed to be under Zoe’s protection.

The final straw was when one of the kids that her men were working with, trying to build their trust so that they would accept help to get off the streets and potentially into a good foster home that would improve their circumstances and potential future, was found dead. They had OD’d and until that point, there had been a clear rule to all the other gangs, not only was there not supposed to be any dealing to anyone on her turf but there was especially no dealing to kids. And seeing the 15 year old that had fallen victim to them, it had made her forget her precaution and she had joined her people when they went to confront them. It had turned into a fight and they were in danger of losing when suddenly two other men come into the alley. The others are so startled that most of the fight breaks up and everyone scatters. Zoe is caught off guard because she hadn’t been expecting the distraction and her opponent lands a blow to her head, knocking her down and they run too. Her head is pounding but she tries to scramble up, bracing against the wall as she’s too dizzy to do more than sit up against it.

“You two are the definition for the wrong place, wrong time,” she says with a weak smile. Her men had scattered and while it was definitely not ideal, that was Zoe’s instruction anytime something like this happened. Better to run than risk getting arrested or worse. Although even in her dizzy state she could tell that these two weren’t law enforcement

After New York, instead of dragging him back to Asgard, Thor arranged for Loki to be kept on earth. He was meant to help rebuild and restore the city and the planet overall after his attempted invasion, and help them find a way to deal with Thanos since he was the one that was behind Loki’s destruction.

Virgil wasn't sure if he even had time to change out of his mechanic's uniform. With the dome doing weird woo woo shit, Virgil wasn't expecting the autoshop to continue with business as usual. If anything, he'd expected the cars to have driven far away from this place at this point. From the weird robed people to the dome cracking, Virgil was half convinced to leave this place as well.

But then, of course, someone needed help with their car. That someone ended turning into a couple someones who then told their friends who also needed their cars fix before getting out of Dodge. It was like Virgil couldn't just say no... Well he could, but he guesses a certain werebear might have convinced him to continue fixing cars while the uncertainty of the town and the dome still remained up in the air.

Speaking of up in the air, Virgil was finally able to unzip his uniform when he hears a knock at his apartment door. "Damn it", he says under his breath. Virgil ties the sleeves of his mechanic uniform over his waist before heading over to open the door. "Big guy, hey!"

Declan had a trying day of being an agent rider. With the upcoming eclipse, the alpha decided to take in the energies of this night to recharge. He walks inside the Miles household, tiredly shuffling along into his room. Declan absentmindedly walks by the already opened door to his room, something he would have noticed if not for how tired the witch had become. However, as he lays himself down on his bed, a glance at his familiar's tank causes Declan to sit his body straight up and become alert.

Declan marched up across the hall, holding a beast untamed to him and unworthy of his patience. However, the alpha was far too tired to reprimand the beast himself. His brow folds in annoyance as he practically kicks down the door to Dominic's room. "Hey, Domino, this belong to you?" He asks rhetorically, setting the cat down in the middle of his younger brother's room, "Can you at least try to keep your homicidal familiar away from mine."

“A picnic? Wow. I haven’t been on one of these in forever.” She laughed a little, smiling at Leo in a way that said she was happy with the setting. Her eyes then darted to the man standing by Leo’s side. “You must be the infamous Ray.” Lisa offered a hand to him in greeting. “You’re cuter than Leo described.”