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Post by Bobbi Morse on Mar 14, 2015 12:00:48 GMT -5
Bobbi scrambled about to destroy everything she had been working on so no one really knew what she was doing. Oracle had told her there was one of Superman's people heading to the labs somehow they had found out Bobbi was working they also knew she was a part of the insurgents. How they found this out she had no idea, but they did. Now she had to get the hell out of there before this person or people showed up. Grabbing a memory stick she stuck it into the computer she had been working on and began downloading everything she had so far onto it. While that was happening, she grabbed a few of chemicals and began dumping one onto everything until the beaker was nearly empty. When everything had finished downloading she pulled the stick out. Put the cap on and put it around her neck because when together it looked like a silver heart shaped necklace. Strange birthday gifts but who was she to complain? Grabbing the tower she ripped it open, pulling out the hard drive she placed it on the table, then dumped the last of the chemical on top of it before tossing the other beaker she had been saving onto the table when the two chemicals mixed it started a fire.
While it burned Bobbi took off running out of the room down the hall and into the stairs instead of taking the elevator like any normal person would. Halfway down the stairs, she jumped over the railing to the ground below. Slowly she opened the door, looked around to see if anyone was there. Not seeing anything she quickly walked out heading for a random room instead of going out the front door like anyone else would. Thankfully, it was night she could use the cover of darkness to her advantage, pulling down her goggles the lenses had night vision built in. Staying low she snuck over to the window and slowly opened it wide enough for her to slip through. Once on the ground, she closed the window before taking off sticking to the shadows, making it hard for anyone to find her. Unless, of course, Superman was the one hunting her then she was screwed either way. But if it wasn't him she wasn't about to make it easy for them to find her. She did hope she wouldn't have to fight them, she'd just rather avoid them all together and get back to the base.
Sneaking around wasn't anything new to Bobbi, she had been doing it since she was in her early 20's but it was a different game when the people that were hunting you had the strength of Thor sure she had that kind of strength too but numbers and weapons were most likely not in her favor. Avoiding a fight would be the best thing she could do right now. The only problem she had other than not getting caught was getting out of the city and back to Gotham. The bad thing is she couldn't disappear into the crowd as there wasn't one because there was a curfew everyone had to be home by a certain time. Bobbi was out way past the curfew. The thought of letting the police catch her for being out past curfew was almost temping but she let it past wasn't worth trouble at the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 16:51:35 GMT -5
The Winter Soldier had been making himself useful to Superman and the rest of his people. He had few memories of his Earth but he could still recognize and identify some of the people from there. Sometimes it was just that, recognizing someone who didn’t belong here. Othertimes there was more, what team they had been a part of, maybe even what their threat level had been. That was how Mockingbird had been found, the Regime knew that the Insurgents were up to something in one of New Tory’s labs but they couldn’t prove who was connected. He had looked through some of the security footage the Regime had and had spotted the blond leaving the building. Bobbi Morse, one of the Avengers that Captain America had worked with. That had been enough for the Regime to decide to send him out. They had replaced his weapons, supposedly with better ones but he took that to mean that there was now a way for Superman and the rest of his gang to keep track of his location.
But even as he managed to reach the right labs, Morse was already onto them. He frowned as he watched smoke billow out of one of the windows but kept his distance. His mission was to get the girl, not to worry about the research the Insurgents were working on. It was more disturbing to the Winter Soldier that they had already known the Regime was onto this place. Yes it was possible this was just a coincidence, that they were planning on ditching the lab tonight anyways but if that was the case, why just start a fire in one lab? It would bring more attention to that one section of the building. But if they had known that Superman’s forces were closing in on them, then starting a fire would be a good way to try and draw them out while people made their escape.
He stayed on his rooftop perch, watching the building and its surroundings through the scope of his rifle as he waited. There was always a chance that the fire had been delayed and that his target was already gone but his gut told him to stay and wait. And as always, his gut was right. Movement on the ground level caught his eye, not from any of the doors but from a window as someone slipped out quietly and made their way into the shadows.
The Winter Soldier kept to the rooftops as he followed her for a bit. Part of him wanted to follow her, see where Morse was going. But his orders had been to bring her in and he couldn’t fight those orders. He could still be cautious though and wait to make sure that she wasn’t meeting up with more of her Insurgent friends before taking her down though. But there was only one figure moving through the streets, keeping to the dark places where she might stay hidden. He placed the rifle onto his back, slipping it onto the holder there before he hopped up onto the ledge of the building. He ran along the ledge, keeping up with Bobbi until he launched himself off the edge of the building. With practiced ease, his body twisted in the air until he slammed onto the ground, using his left hand to take force of the fall as he rolled and bounced back to his feet.
“This is your one chance to come peacefully Morse.”
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 15, 2015 10:53:42 GMT -5
Like Winter Soldier, the Black Widow's mind was a bit out of sorts and fogged when it came to her memories about certain things and events. Normally, she would have been concerned when this had happened in the past, but unlike those previous times, her mind was not a jumble of conflicting histories. Rather it was simply behind a closed off section of her mind and she had no reason to explore and uncover those memories. After all, ignoring those trifling things made her duties to the Regime that much easier to accomplish. In fact, she felt oddly comfortable with serving Kal-El like that, having a sense that she had done it before in a similar fashion.
When sent out to investigate the destruction in New Troy, Winter Soldier was partnered with the Widow, though she remembered his preference for working missions solo. Hell, they both preferred it. But, when push comes to shove, there were few other people she would trust to have her back. They worked together well, each making up for what the other lacked, if they lacked anything.
The lab was a loss. If they was anything that could be salvaged, the fire crews and the technicians would see to it, as would other parties, but that was hardly a concern for the Widow. Their target was currently on the move. Although she was both blonde and female, Bobbi Morse was a person to be wary of. The Black Widow was aware of how the woman worked, but whether it was through information she was given or memories that she had, she wasn't sure. Either way, the best course of action was to flank her and keep her on the defensive, while herding her where they wanted her to go.
The Widow took to the street level while the Soldier kept to the high ground. Yes, the potential for danger was there, but she trusted him to keep an clear overview of the situation while she could ensure that their target did not perform a subtle dead drop that him, being at a distance and higher up, would miss. As she moved quietly through the shadows, the Widow briefly considered the idea that tailing the Morse woman would lead them to a possible Insurgent hideout, which would in turn allow them the chance to land a large blow to the enemies of the Regime.
But, of course, before she could radio her thoughts and plans to her partner, she saw the Winter Soldier leap from his vantage point and land in front of the target. The Widow exhaled her frustration slowly and quietly. He never had been one for subtle tactics. Slipping her gun from it's holster, she quietly began making her way over, hoping the momentary distraction her partner provided would give her a chance to take Morse out.
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Bobbi Morse
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Post by Bobbi Morse on Mar 15, 2015 11:57:09 GMT -5
This was too easy she thought just as Winter Soldier landed in front of her blocking her way and he just proved her point. She looked him over he had a metal arm someone should have told him to cover that up "Oh my god! Raccoon Man! You're real! Can I have your autograph?" she held up a piece of paper and a pen. Yes, Bobbi was indeed fucking with him, how could she not? Just look at the way he was dressed. And maybe it could confuse him just long enough for her to get away there was no way she was going back to Gotham for a while. Thankfully Orcale had told her where some places she could stay if she had to stay in New Tory. The only problem was she needed to lose the one armed wonder first. Which may or may not be a hard thing to do she wasn't sure yet. While she was trying to figure out what to do with him Bobbi suddenly heard someone else coming and when everything was pretty much shut down for the night it wasn't hard to do plus she was a super soldier kind of so she did have really good hearing. She turned just enough to keep Mr. Metal Arm insight, but also to see who was trying to sneak up behind her. She was about to say something snarky to the new comer until she realized who it was "Oh Natasha what have they done to you?" well her night went from bad to worse and depressing.
While all of this was going on Orcale had been watching them from a traffic camera near by while on the radio with another member of her group. Leading her right to where Bobbi and the other's are at. Stephanie drove her bike down one street to another, avoiding the patrols as told to her by the mysterious Orcale but oddly trusted her. Strange as it seemed. She parked her bike a few blocks away, hiding it, she took off running towards the location on foot. Coming up behind Winter Soldier she pulled her shield off her back, placing it on one arm. She didn't say anything but was ready to attack should either the man in front of her or the redheaded woman decided to make a move. Now it was a standoff to see who would react first and start the battle. "How about you stand down and surrender?" It most likely wouldn't work, but she thought she'd give it a try at least.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 12:40:56 GMT -5
Her comments got no reaction out of the Winter Soldier. Even if he had understood that she was just mocking him he wouldn’t have reacted. Bringing her in was his mission and that was the only thing he could focus on. He tilted his head just slightly as he pulled out pen and a paper, the fingers of his right hand twitching just slightly at the movement. He left his guns in their holsters though, from behind Morse he saw a hint of movement. He didn’t even have to see that it was Widow, he could identify her just by the way she moved through the shadows, as if she was just a living extension of them.
But as good as Black Widow was, Morse still heard her or realized that someone else was coming up behind her. Bobbi’s reaction to Widow drew a frown out of Winter Soldier, his eyes moving over to the red head for a moment before he returned his attention to Morse.
“Vy govorili mne, čto vy znali ee. My mogli by sdelat’ èto po-raznomu.”
He spoke in Russian to Widow, an attempt to keep their conversation private while possibly putting Morse on edge and force her into doing something reckless.
The frown he still wore only deepened as he heard the sound of footsteps running up to them. He moved smoothly, turning to face the incoming threat as he pulled one of the guns off his thigh, training it on the woman that stopped there. He didn’t recognize her but the shield she slid onto her arm, that was familiar. That shield belonged to Steven Grant Rogers. How had someone who was clearly not Rogers gotten his shield? And more importantly, why did he even care? If this woman was willing to risk her life to help out Morse then she was likely a part of the Insurgents as well.
His answer to the brunette woman was to start pulling the trigger of the gun in his hand before charging at her, swinging his left arm at the shield.
“I do not surrender.”
((Russian: You should have told me you knew her, we could have done this differently))
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 15, 2015 18:41:45 GMT -5
Raccoon Man. The nickname briefly allowed a memory to bubble up in the Widow's mind, but before she could fully grasp it's relevance, it was gone again, submerging back from where it came. This happened sometimes, but the Widow had learned to ignore such distraction while on a mission. If she didn't, it could mean the difference between a successful mission and a dead operative.
Approaching Morse, the Widow stopped upon being sighted. The woman's words meant nothing, but what the Winter Soldier said made her frown. "Ona menja ne znaet, no èto ne imeet značenija. Vy znaete lučše, čem sdelat’ missij ličnym." Taking a personal approach to things might help them sway Bobbi in believing their story for a few moments, but the Widow doubted it would last long enough to make any real difference. But perhaps the added paranoia of a conversation in a different language would have some affect, which was why she added a little smirk and head nod to the end of her sentence.
But now it was the Widow's turn to frown. She noticed the fast approaching figure behind her partner about when he turned; the bright, primary colors of her uniform did nothing to hide her, not that she was making any effort to do so. Nor would you, if you were the person in such a recognizable piece of clothing. "Vy dolžny byli skazat’ mne Kapitan Amerika byl ženŝinoj, my mogli by sdelat’ èto po-raznomu," she told him, her smirk becoming real as she allowed a little tease to her voice. She knew the Winter Soldier had some connection with the American hero. And, if her guess was right and she judged her partner's body language correctly, he was likely not happy that this version was female. "U vas est’ partner po tancam i u menja svoja. Davajte zakončim èto bystro." Normally, the Widow did not talk this much on missions, but this was becoming an exception to the rule.
Turning to the blonde, she decided to test something, just to gauge a reaction. Her body relaxed, her gun loosening in her grip as she blinked and looked up, confused. "….Bobbi? What is this? What are we doing here?" she asked, taking a step towards her and lowered her gun completely, acting shocked that she would even raise and point it at an ally.
((Russian: She knows me, but that does not matter. You know better than to make missions personal.
You should have told me Captain America was a woman, we could have done this differently.
You have your dance partner and I have mine. Let's finish this quickly.))
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Post by Bobbi Morse on Mar 15, 2015 19:17:14 GMT -5
Well, things just kept getting stranger with a female Captain America showing up, but hey, she was here to help her and she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. The woman leveled the playing field that was fine with her. Oh look he was trying to be sneaky with speaking in Russian it was a good thing Bobbi was great at faking being dumb making them think she didn't know it herself. Jokes on them, she knew everything the two had said and no she wasn't going to fall for anything Natasha was trying to do. But she would play along up to a point at least. When Winter Solider after Captain Chick she turned to face Natasha watching her pretend to break free of whatever was controlling her. Reaching down with one hand she pulled out one of her batons in one swift move she pulled it out and went to whack the redhead with it. "News flash I know Russian apparently you forgot about that." She said as she grabbed her other baton readying herself for the upcoming battle.
Stephanie brought her shield up to protect herself, then shifted her weight to brace for the impact from the blow. "Nice to see you alive Bucky, but I'm not going to let you kill that woman. Even if it means I have to take you down myself." she told him not really sure how her friend could be alive again when he had died in her arms five years ago. This was confusing, but she couldn't stand around and think about it there were lives on the line hers being one of them. Using her shield she pushed him back away from her. "I don't know what happened to you or how you can be alive again or how you even ended up in this strange world." Unlike Bobbi Stephanie didn't know Russian but she could take a guess over what was being said and didn't like it at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 20:14:10 GMT -5
“Kapitan Amerika javljaetsja mužčina.”
He didn’t know who this lady was but it wasn’t Captain America, not the real one at least. And that bothered him. Ultimately his mission for Lukin would have ended in Rogers’ death, so seeing someone else with his shield said there was a good chance that Steven Rogers was dead. That was what bothered him, that someone had killed Rogers.
His left fist slammed against the shield and he took a step to the side, trying to get around it.
“Who the hell is Bucky.”
With the practice ease that came from a lifetime of fighting, Winter Soldier started to lay down a barrage of blows on Stephanie. Left hand trying to wrestle the shield from her, right working around the shield to try and shoot at her, all while trying to aim kicks at her lower extremities.
He didn’t make an effort to answer any of her questions. He didn’t know what she was talking about, aside from being in a different world. But he had no idea how that had happened. Nor did he care anymore, so long as Superman had a use for him, this was the only Earth that mattered. And right now Superman’s orders were to bring in the Insurgents for either interrogation or for re-education. Hell, probably both things. Next time he went out he could be stuck with this Fake-Cap.
“Neither of you belong here, make this easy on yourselves and maybe you’ll be returned to your own worlds.”
((Rusian: Captain America is a man.))
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 16, 2015 6:32:53 GMT -5
The realization came too late. Something had tugged at the Widow's memories as soon as she started talking to the Winter Soldier in Russian. That feeling solidified as she saw the baton attack coming but not soon enough to avoid it entirely. Her jaw was clipped by the end of it. Yes, Morse did know Russian, she remembered that now. It was just the little details that she sometimes forgot or would get wrong, not in the language, but in the actions that would accompany the language. "You speak Russian, Morse, but you do not know it," she corrected the woman while holstering her pistol.
Why she did that, the Widow wasn't entirely sure. Over there, the Winter Soldier was trying his damnedest to use everything in order to beat his feminine Captain America, and yet she was the one putting up her gun. A simple shot to the knee, thigh, or bicep would disable the woman long enough to take her down. A shot to Morse's torso could be risked, but be a few centimeters off and the Widow would be bringing in a corpse, not a prisoner. Besides, she guessed that the jumpsuit Morse wore had a special kevlar weave to it, possibly ceramic plates to stop the bullets as well.
As the blonde pulled out her second baton, the Widow launched herself forward, landing just short of her target but close enough that she rolled into a series of ground kicks, the first high enough to bring the woman's defenses up, while the second one followed fast enough to sweep her legs out from under her. Morse preferred evasion and tactics that allowed her to deflect incoming blows with those sticks of hers, if the Widow remembered right often using them to drive an enemy past her and then strike from behind. Get the woman off her feet, grapple, and pin her, and she would effectively be useless. Once the kicks were through, the Widow struck out with a fist, intending to land it either on Morse's face or solar plexus, it all just depended on how well she avoided the leg sweep, if at all. "You can be walked out of this in handcuffs, or we will drag you out unconscious and crippled. Your choice." But in truth, it really wasn't. Ensuring that the prisoner would not escape was top priority. So long as she was alive and breathing relatively well, the Widow doubted if Kal-El would care about the state of the rest of her body. And besides, broken bones could always be healed.
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Post by Stephanie Rogers on Mar 16, 2015 11:33:32 GMT -5
Stephanie didn't need to know the language to know what Winter Soldier was saying she could guess "Pretty sure I'm a woman and I'm pretty sure you should be missing your legs and dead because you died in my arms!" She blocked the attack and moved when he did not let him get around the shield so he could attack her."That would be you James your Bucky it's the name you were given after finding out I was Captain America you were sent into training and given the Codename Bucky. That was after our first fight with the Red Skull." She wasn't going to give up the shield or let him shoot her either she'd move his arm out of the way so the bullets would miss and she used her legs to block the blows. "Like reading an open book. We've trained a lot together, I know how you fight." The whole Winter Soldier thing she had already dealt with that in her time it seemed she was dealing with it again.
Bobbi rolled her eyes at what Natasha said "I know you have a hard time sleeping sometimes because of what happened to you in the Red Room. I know you crawl into my bed some nights just so you won't be alone because of it. I know they handcuffed you to your bed at night when you were a child. I know you hate people messing with your head and I know you would beat the living hell out of Kal-El for messing with your head if you weren't being a cold hearted brainwashed bitch right now!" she shot back angrily at Natasha she wasn't fighting this at all. After all the crap they've both been through brainwashing and aliens. And now the leg attacks started great Bobbi did her best to block the attacks as well as jumping over the leg sweep a few got through, but it wasn't enough to stop her she'd be sore later but she'd be still able to fight. Natasha's fist was met with one of the staves had the redhead still be in her right mind, she'd realize these weren't Bobbi's battle staves those were white these were black and they looked different for a reason. Bobbi hit a hidden button and unleashed an electric attack as soon as the stave was close enough to Natasha's fist. "Oh, you would like to handcuff me wouldn't you? But you'd probably want me naked and in bed first." she joked.
Stephanie managed to get a breather just long enough to reach into one of her pouches and grab a pellet tossing it to the ground the area was quickly flooded with smoke as soon as the area was covered Orcale spoke up telling them both which way to run in order to get out of there. Bobbi ran for it gritting her teeth all the way with Stephanie on her heels the two ran to where the Captain had hid her motorcycle. The two got on the bike started it up and took off like a bat out of hell. "They aren't going to give up that easy." Bobbi pointed out, "Didn't think they would." the blonde rubbed her sore leg oh yeah she was going to make Natasha pay for that. "What do we do now?" this time the answer came from her earring "You get ready for round two." after saying that Orcale told them where to go in order to re-equip themselves to the next battle.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 17:10:44 GMT -5
Well no shit she was a woman, he could see that perfectly well. The rest of what she babbled on about though went right over his head. Clearly he wasn’t dead and only his left arm had been stolen from him. The name ‘James’ was just a foreign to him as Bucky was. But while her words were unfamiliar, there was something about the fight that nagged at him. The rhythm of it was familiar even if the exact moves weren’t. It was like an unchoreographed sparring match and spoke to a part of him more primal than memories.
The use of smoke pellets was unexpected though and Winter Soldier covered his mouth and nose with his left hand as he moved backwards until he felt the wall behind him. He looked up, coughing as he moved his way over to the nearby fire escape and started climbing up it. He rapped his metal hand on the bars, trying to give Widow a better sense of where he was as he continued to cough from the smoke.
Even as Black Widow and him regrouped, he could hear the roar of a bike starting up.
“Tell me you got some kind of tracker on her.”
He didn’t wait for her answer before he started climbing up. If she hadn’t slipped something onto Morse then they would need the height to be able to keep the pair in sight. And from up here, he’d be able to put his rifle to use.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 17, 2015 6:25:59 GMT -5
The words Morse spoke, Widow mostly ignored. They were useless, pointless ways to bring her guard down and make an attempt to confuse the assassin. But the mention of being handcuffed to a bed at night, that gave her a brief, mental pause. She did have scars on her wrists; very faint ones, only visible when the light caught her skin properly. Most never saw them or even knew of their existence, and for an enemy to know that little detail? Either she was speaking truthfully or she was trying to distract her. But this was not the right time to wonder about things such as this. These questions only fueled her actions and aggressions towards Morse, making her want to end this fight in a fast and painful fashion.
The blonde was good, not the best, but good enough to almost predict what move the Widow would perform next. Naturally, this just led the Russian to add in a few more feint and misleading movements. Keep them off their guard. If one tactic wasn't working, use another. But she was not the only one with surprises up her sleeves. The electric shock from Morse's battle staves was both unexpected and unwelcome. The energy briefly coursed through her body, causing the redhead to grit her teeth as her muscles uncontrollably spasmed. Yes, the suit was insulated and dissipated most of the electricity, but it still hurt and was enough to stun the Widow momentarily.
A smoke pellet? That…. that should not have been in either of those women's arsenals. It was not a tactic they would normally use. While making note of this change, the Widow had indeed thrown a tracer at Morse as she disappeared into the smoke. Being in the grey, clouded world didn't last long, but it did allowed for the Widow to analyze and re-center herself, learning from her mistakes and letting them fall by the wayside. You shouldn't take worries and troubles with you to the next battle as they tended to distract you at the worst possible times.
"Of course I put a tracker on her," the Widow yelled after her partner as he returned to the rooftops, her following after. "But we'll stay up here anyways. Try and keep a visual. There is at least a third helping them, otherwise they would not have used the smoke pellet as a distraction. It's not Morse's style, nor is it the Captain, if what she said was right and you both came out of the same training camp." Oh yes, the Widow had heard snippets of their conversation, but she wasn't judging or condemning. Pulling a small device from her belt, she looked at the monitor. "The tracer's holding. They're heading north. I assume you want the lead, Soldier?"
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Post by Bobbi Morse on Mar 17, 2015 11:07:04 GMT -5
Stephanie pulled the bike into a small warehouse as the shutter closed behind them "How many exits does this place have?" Bobbi asked as she looked around the place, noting there were no window's which was good no sneaky sniper attacks. "Three the back door the shutter and a hidden one in the room to your left." She looked to the room "Great, that'll be our way out should this fail until then we need to get to work we don't have much time." She reached around pulled off the tracker. "She's cute when she's brainwashed and forget's I know her." She placed the tracker on a shelf. Before opening one of the weapons creates reaching in she pulled out a strange object "What's this?" Bobbi asked "It's a glue grenade. It had cost too much to keep using it, but he had a few left over and kept them just in case." this got Bobbi to her feet moving towards the back door opening it a bit to see the dumpster down the alley "I got an idea for this." She headed outside to the dumpster and began pushing it back to the door until it was close enough that she moved around to the other side and pulled it close to the door. She then used the glue grenade and Tripwire to booby-trap the door. This was a just in case those two didn't go the way Bobbi wanted them to go which was through the shutter.
While Bobbi was setting that up Stephanie was going through the other creates pulling out a few Freeze Blasts that Oracle told her about just in case as well as a few other things. "So are you and Natasha married?" this caused Bobbi to stop what she was doing and look at the female Captain America "What?" this confused her "The way you talk about her and the way you talked to her back there it sounded like you two were close. Like in my world you two are married and have children." Whoa, that was a lot to take in just now it almost made Bobbi forget what she was doing. "No we're just really fucked up spy friends and teammates. Wait, how do we have children?" she was pretty sure they were both female "Adoption." oh well that made sense but married to Natasha? That was a strange thought. If the redhead was here and her normal self she would probably do one of two things laugh or slap her for even saying that. Or she could have done something totally out of left field that no one saw coming "I almost feel bad about doing this now.... Almost." she picked up a Canary Cry Bomb placing it down next to her before pulling out Batman's shock gloves. "The Canary Cry Bomb mimics Black Canary's sonic scream and those are shock gloves there like the batons only more powerful." this will do she put the gloves on adjusting them until they fit her well enough, then she picked up the bomb walking over to Stephanie she handed her a pair of glasses "Put these on they have night vision lenses." Bobbi smirked at how silly Stephanie looked in her old glasses before she turned off the lights leaving them in the dark. She waited until the shutter opened before rolling the bomb over there "Say hello to my little friend." She said just before it went off.
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Post by Natasha Romanoff on Mar 19, 2015 21:02:17 GMT -5
The tracer led the assassins to the warehouse, arriving not too long after their targets started prepping their defenses. Rather than rushing right in, guns blazing, the Widow surveyed the building. One large door in the front, composed of what seemed to be normal corrugated steel, like what one would expect to find on any normal warehouse or large garage. There were no entrances on the roof, and the only other exit they saw was a back door blocked by a dumpster.
"Too easy. Obvious trap, and with the lack of windows, we have two options; the front or the back," the Widow said, thinking out loud. "Both entrances are likely booby-trapped, but the front makes for a larger opening. Harder to defend with practically no bottleneck. A likely attack point, and they know it. They're trying to herd us where they want. I think we should give them what they want," she smirked before looking at her partner. This night was actually starting to be a little fun and the Widow was beginning to enjoy herself.
"I'll take the front and you take the back. See what tricks they have back there. When you hear me knock at the front, you'll know it's time to come right in," she told the Winter Soldier before climbing down from their perch and exploring the streets below.
It didn't take her too long to find what she was looking for. Metropolis was kept in pristine condition thanks to strict sanitation laws, and that meant garbage trucks were in abundance. It took the Widow a few tries, but soon she was able to hot-wire the vehicle and drove it towards the warehouse. Putting the driving brights on, as well as lowering the two forks, which offered an additional ramming ability, the Russian wedged the gas pedal down and popped the vehicle into gear before jumping out of the driver's seat.
The crash was spectacular. The shutter didn't so much open as it was torn from its hinges as the garbage truck collided into the front of the building. The Widow knew to expect a trap, but she had not foreseen the ear-splitting sonic shriek that went off moments later. She was a good distance from the entrance, but the noise still made her cringe and wait until it stopped for her to make her entrance, pistols drawn and ready for a fight.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2015 23:26:12 GMT -5
As they reached the warehouse that the Insurgents (or at least the tracker) were in, the pair stopped and took some time to observe the building. Winter Soldier unslung his rifle, using the high powered scope to look the building over. He had a couple of .50 caliber shells on him, but without knowing where their targets were in the building he didn’t want to waste them just putting a few holes in the wall.
“For claiming to know who we are, they sure seem to think we’re idiots.”
He muttered mostly to himself, nodding in agreement with Black Widow. Ohhh yeah, everything about this place screamed trapped, in no short part because he would have rigged as many explosives to the doors as he could have. He wasn’t sure what kind of supplies Morse and Fake-Cap had on them, but there was also that unknown third member to worry about.
One eyebrow rose above the edge of his mask as Widow suggested giving the Insurgents exactly what they wanted. He had been trying to think of how to make a third door into the building, or more likely a fourth. His gut said there was probably a third exit to this place, that Morse and Cap wouldn’t go somewhere where they might be trapped like this. Unless it was just the tracker in their and the pair had already escaped. Either way, time wasn’t on their side here and Widow seemed to have an idea.
“I’ll give the big guy an update. Maybe he knows who this third person helping them in.”
It couldn’t hurt to let him know how things were going at least.
He climbed down the building as he hit his comm device, letting Superman know where they were, how there was a second Insurgent wielding Captain America’s shield, as well as a third person that was helping them though neither he nor Widow had seen them yet. Once he hit the ground, Winter Soldier moved slowly and carefully, looking for traps or anything else suspicious as he made his way to the door blocked by the dumpster. Even knowing that he was short on time, Winter Soldier didn’t let himself rush as he carefully inspected the dumpster and the door. Fresh drag marks, the slight indents in the metal of the dumpster, and oh, there a wire was. He was careful as he went to work disarming the tripwire, half wondering just how he was going to know when Widow had completed her part when he was on the other side of the building. He didn’t have to wait much longer as he felt the building shudder before hearing a loud shrieking sound. He paused, glad that he was using his left hand to work on the grenade as the bionic limb stayed perfectly still during all the commotion. He gave his head a little shake as he finished separating the tripwire from the door and taking the glue grenade for himself.
With the grand entrance that Widow had made, Winter Soldier’s was far quieter and less exciting. He picked one corner of the dumpster up and moved it enough so he could open the door, slipping in and shutting it behind him. He kept to the shadows, moving towards the noise until he spotted the Insurgent couple. He triggered the glue grenade before rolling it towards the two. Enhanced senses were nice until things like loud noises and bright lights were brought into a fight. Hell, even without enhanced hearing, the kind of noise they had been making in here would make it impossible to hear anything but ringing in the ears for a while. He hoped Widow had managed to avoid the worst of their trap.
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