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Wolfgang tended to notice when he was being watched, even in a crowd. He stayed on the dance floor for a while anyway, staying in the crowd. He probably should have slipped out the back, but for all he knew the man could have just been looking him over, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t protect himself. He decided to find out one way or another, walking over to the bar area and taking a seat right beside him.

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Hydra had been tampering with some device. Similar to the Monolith hoping to travel to some far off planet, but Skye had gotten there in time to mess up their plans. Destroying it with her powers she thought it was enough but as darkness wrapped around her she realised she had possibly made it worse.

When she could finally see again Skye found herself in an ally way. The sound of a fight catching her ears. Before she could really understand what was going on and where she was the hacker was running towards the fight.

Rounding the corner she found a man dressed all in black, some kind of tact suit and a cape fighting off five men. She was ready to stop the fighting completely when one of the men dropped a bag of jewellery on to the floor.

“Oh hey,” Harvey said without looking up from his paperwork. “Whatcha need Nightwing? You’re looking good.” He looked up and smiled at the hero.

Darcy was shuffling a deck of cards absently, headphones in to block out the world around her. It had been a long day, and Tony had been in a less than stellar mood all afternoon, which only made it worse. So she was reveling in the quiet alone time in a rarely used lounge in the tower.

The beat from the music was still going strong when her nose gave a twitch and her hands stuttered, spilling cards across the floor. The scent that had hit her was layered, cigar smoke almost masking the animal underneath. But it was there enough that she whipped around and peeled the headphones off, staring at the man with wide eyes.

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Peter looked towards the male in front of him. There was something oddly familiar about them, and for this split mment, he couldnt figure out what it was. Has he seen them while in costume? Has he seen them around town before? His mind raced to figure out who they were, but there was nothing. He rarely approached people that he didn’t know ( not so much when he was in uniform) but it was bugging him.

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Diana hummed contentedly as Bruce's hands brushed against her sides, occasionally meeting exposed flesh. She leaned forward, kissing him gently on the lips.

   ❝ Oh I'm so bloody tired of this. ❞

   THE NINJA PULLED HERSELF TO HER FEET. Hands brushed the violet of her leotard down. Her muscles ached, the precursor to a generous serving of bruises. She reached down to retrieve her cherished red sash, tying it back around her waist. Next, she retrieved her sword, slotting it within the sash. Memories of her time in the countryside of Japan spent with Logan, learning the art of spiritual balance; of moderating the inner murderous urges. A healthy dose of murder seemed like the perfect prescription for her now. 

    Days spent tracking the Reavers, only to lose them to their portal technology. Their minds shielded by cybernetic enhancements, their hit-and-run tactics against mutant safe-havens were becoming increasingly bolder and more deadly. Injuries turned to deaths. Deaths of innocent mutants seeking shelter. Usually young, ousted from their homes by disgusted parents. 

   ❝ That was my last chance. All my other leads dried up. Bastards. ❞

   HER MEMORY WAS A PITHY THING. It betrayed her in moments when she needed it most. Now, for instance. For when Psylocke regained consciousness from her induced sleep, her world had taken a turn for the unknown. 

   Immediate assessment of her surroundings was met with complete confusion. Like a lucid dream. She was laid upon a soft floral object. Around her, vines were crisscrossed in maze-like art, ensnaring her on her back with her arms held above her head and locked at the wrists. Struggling seemed to only irritate the vines, to which they tightened in response. Worse still, her psy blade was not igniting. Unknown to the mutant, there were spores in the air that dampened her powers. 

   It was only in that moment that Elizabeth realized she was inside a plant. Or at least... a floral pod the size of a standard restaurant. Now her memory returned. Poison Ivy.