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{ savagescholar || hesprettycut || alexisthemedic || moveslikelightning } Dr. Henry McCoy scanned the horizon of the Detroit wasteland. Much had changed since the last time had been here. For one thing, it looked a heck of a lot of better than before. Nature had encroached in, reclaiming the ruined landscape. In a twisted way it looked beautiful, the scientist had to admit. And for another thing, his girlfriend had died. Dahlia was gone, but with the world in mortal danger, there was little time to mourn. Only a few days prior, they had been on a mission that ended the life of the woman he loved and left him with a strange alternate version of her in his care. Right now the mysterious warrior Dahlia was recuperating at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning. The woman was severely malnourished and had endured numerous injuries. Junho, the SHIELD agent who had retrieved them, had wanted to take both her and Dahlia, his Dahlia, to a SHIELD facility. Hank had convinced the man to turn them over to him instead. The large blue mutant could be intimidating when he wanted to be. The school was on lockdown again, for the second time this year. His students huddled together were scared underground. From across the base camp, Hank could spot one of the men responsible for the atrocity that had taken place here seven months ago: Remy LeBeau. He was a former teammate and friend. That was until, he betrayed the X-Men and the entirety of the planet for Jamie Braddock and Hydra. If not for Braddock and Remy, a tear would not have torn open and the Foesitians would not have their gateway to Earth. Dahlia would never have been wrapped up in all of this if it had not been for the destruction of Detroit. She would still be alive and happy. Just one more crime Remy was responsible for on his long list. Under less dire circumstances, Hank would have marched over there and decked the traitor with one swing of his huge, furry arm. This however, was not the time, nor the place for that. There was too much at stake. He would settle for firing his icy grey gaze at Gambit for the time being. Beast sucked in a long breath of cold air through his sensitive nostrils. It was time to get back to the task at hand. He was in charge of the medical relief team for this last ditch effort. The physician could not have been happier about the people who were serving with him. Darcy Lewis he knew and liked. She would be medical assistant to him and the other medic, Alexis Michaels, doing anything they required of her. Although he had not worked with Alexis before, Jack Romulus assured him that she was excellent at what she did. Hank would take his word for it. Finally there was Quicksilver. Despite their past as adversaries, Pietro had volunteered to help against the Foesitians, ferrying the wounded back and forth across the battlefield. The ex-villain and his sister were going above and beyond to make up for their past wrong-doings. That was good enough for McCoy. “You are all aware of your duties,” he said to his group members. “I trust that you will perform to admirably and to the fullest of your capabilities.” All of the combat teams were shipping out for the crater. Soon the Blood Star would spit forth its horrors and they would be there to help alleviate suffering sustained during the fighting. “It appears that the glorious carnage approaches,” stated the sarcastic scientist with dry wit. Staring off into the distance, Henry began to recite memorized verse: “From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered- We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in England now-a-bed Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.”

Turning his head back, he gave a small smile, the first since Dahlia’s death. “Henry V. Curiously apt at present,” the doctor exposited, shouldering his medical kit. Anyone who was a particularly perceptive person may have noticed the tears welling up in Hank’s eyes before he looked away again.

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This day was turning out to be far too long. There was a lot for Jerrica to be doing and yet she found herself doing interviews for a new paid internship position that someone else decided was needed in her department. Yes, she could have trusted the interviewing to someone else but if the new hire was going to be working for Jerrica then Jerrica preferred to be the one to hire them.

So far, all the interview candidates had been the standard freshly graduated young adults who had their eyes set on the top spot of President. They saw this position as a stepping stone, which wasn’t wrong, but their ambitions for lofty heights was. Jerrica wanted someone who was going to give their all to the job, not someone who was already planning their next career move and giving little care for the job they were employed to do.

Jerrica had two more candidates left to interview. One was another one of the freshly graduated twerks who was going to reel off the same answers as all the others. The other caught Jerrica’s interest. Darcy Lewis already had experience as an intern to none other than Dr. Jane Foster. Darcy had been there when Thor first came thundering down onto the planet. Darcy was far more fascinating than any of the other candidates. And she was up next.

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Thor found himself back in the familiar territory known as New York but he was unable to take comfort from his current surroundings. He still carried the weight of Tyler Brandt’s death in his heart since he was certain there should have been something he could have done to prevent it from happening. However he could not stay downhearted for long. There was too much to do, too much at stake.

Thor drew strength through his friends and one such friend came to mind when he decided to find a way through his gloom. He hadn’t seen her in long while, at least in the Midgardian perception of time, and they were overdue a reunion of sorts.

He made his way to Stark Tower where she was working, dressed in Midgardian clothes (jeans, work boots, a plain t-shirt and a plaid shirt) in an attempt to blend in with the local crowd better. It seemed to work, and he arrived at the tower without anyone taking too much notice of him. He slipped through the busy lobby area and caught an elevator going up to her floor.

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So what was supposed to be a routine trip to restock his supply of ground coffee beans quickly devolved into something quite terrible. If it was going to happen to anyone, it might as well have been Jock. He seemed to be a pro at stumbling into these kind of scenarios where his life was endangered just by him being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The only difference this time was that he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by people with equally as bad luck as him and he was surprised by how worried he was about all of their safety. He had always assumed that in this kind of deal, he would only care about what happened to his sorry ass. Apparently he was a little more selfless than he gave himself credit for.

When the first explosion went off, everyone dove to the ground or dove for cover. Jock ended up behind a now upended hot dog cart beside a woman who was about his age, brunette, pretty and knew an impressive amount of swear words judging by all the cursing she was currently doing.

Across the street from where they were hiding, some kind of bank robbery was in progress. Instead of slipping in all subtle like, the criminals had decided to go for the big and bold approach. A second explosion rocked the area and people screamed as they were showered in pieces of the building that had once been a bank.

Go far enough north and the roads run out. Go far enough north...and you get to a place where it doesn't know it's summer time.

Somewhere in the vicnity of Jasper in Alberta, Canada. Shortly after dawn.

They had been trekking for nearly an hour since touching down in the X-Jet. Logan had predominantly lead a straight path, without pause, marching on despite the numerous groans and complaints hurled at his back. Ignoring the outcry of those brave enough (or perhaps foolish enough) to sign up for his notorious 'survival' classes, he had secretly jumped at the proposal to plan such a trip, to take a much needed respite from society in order to explore the one place were he felt at home.

The clarion call of wild songbirds greeted the group as they made base camp on a ridge overlooking the valley below. The sun had only started to rise above the tops of the surrounding alpine forests, flooding the gaps between snow capped peeks with deceivingly tender rays. At this altitude the mercury had yet to rise to double fingers. Yet the cold barely prickled his exposed arms.

Putting down a rucksack near a rocky plateau, Logan turned to observe the rest of the party at length, paying due attention to how they adjusted to their new surroundings. For some, an urban lifestyle had been the only life they had known, the foreignness of their less than civilised accommodations instilling restlessness and trepidation as the gravity of their decision to come along finally managed to sink in. They were right to fear these wild woods.

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First it was a Venus Fly-Trap that randomly appeared on her desk. Darcy had to admit that it was pretty cool, not to mention that the idea of a secret admirer was kinda cute. Who knew - maybe it was that intern who kept shooting her awes and somewhat bemused looks every now and then. The brunette didn’t think too much about it though, and left the plant to it’s own devices - when Steve asked about it, Darcy used it as an excuse to show him Little Shop of Horrors. 

Then it was a box of chocolates, with a little note written in beautiful green script - for your enemies. xoxo. It piqued her curiosity, and so the next time that one security guard stopped her for “seeming suspicious” so he could ogle her rather impressive breasts, the poli-sci major offered him a chocolate. Mere moments after he swallowed, his tongue turned purple and he began coughing up what looked like hairballs? Darcy didn’t know, she wasn’t a scientist. (Also how was she supposed to know that Dr. Banner had a sweet tooth, and the chocolate he picked would turn his skin green? He did look quite adorable though, pouting for the next 48 hours.)