Janet Van Dyne

Closed rp blog for Janet Van Dyne

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Hammer Away || Bucky and Janet

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The building is coming down around them. But the assassin seems to know the shortest way out and his grip on her hand is too strong to break free in any case. She barely has time to register the sharp pain from his grasp as she leaps over a fallen lamp. 

They reach what looks like an exit, and he obviously doesn’t have the key. Before she has time to register his threat, he’s let go of her hand and is breaking down the door. Where would I go? Back into the collapsing building? She shakes her hand, trying to sort if he’s actually broken it or not. This guy is lucky I can’t shrink right now. She glares at his back. 

Blinking at the sunlight a thought occurs- does my sting work at full size? Well there was a first time for everything. She dove past him, wanting to clear the building and put some distance between them. As soon as she was outside she whirled around and aimed a blast, low - not wanting to kill him accidentally. 

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James reaches for her, but she dove passed him too quickly. He grits his teeth, aiming his gun and shooting on instinct, forgetting that it has no bullets left. The click of the guns sounds as she faces him and aims some sort of blast at him.

He falters and gasps, the surge of pain gripping his limbs. His metal arm spazzes, whirring uncontrollably, must have been some sort of electric blast. The ground shakes beneath him, the building really coming down now. He needs to get through the door before it’s too late.

“Uuh.” James makes a noise of pain, but manages to stay on his feet. He takes a shaky step, then with the last of his strength, aims his body towards the women. The Winter Soldier doesn’t fail his missions, he can’t let her get away. The pain is harsh, but his handlers are harsher. He can’t fail, he doesn’t want to go back to the chair.

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She whirls around, not wanting a knife in the back. Plus she still wanted answers from this guy. She couldn’t leave with nothing. And hey! It looked like her blast did work at full size. And boy was it a doozy. Even though she’d aimed low, he still looked pretty dazed. 

In fact it looked like he wasn’t going to make it out of the building. God dammit. She sprinted forward, reaching to grab his arm and pull him out of the doorway. She couldn’t be responsible for his death, even if he was a terrorist. 

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Looking for Trouble || Clint & Janet

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Don’t die - please don’t die! She was nearly dragging him to the back door of her building. “We’re here, Clint. Just hold on a bit longer.” She fumbled with her keys, bumping the door open with her hip. “Just a few more steps” she murmured as she pulled him toward the elevator. Thank goodness she had a penthouse suite.

She swiped her key fob by the scanner and sank against the wall as the elevator shot up to her floor. “It’s gonna be ok, Clint. Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine.”What if I can’t fix him? What if he needs a transfusion? She worried her lip until the ding of the elevator announced her floor.

She helped him into her flat, letting him collapse on her couch. She rushed into the kitchen for her first aid kit - and her sewing kit.

Clint was past the point of replying. He focused on what he was hearing, trying to cling to each word and remain conscious. The archer was losing sense as to where he was, depending solely on Janet as she guided him to the comfort of her couch.

Clint fell against it in a heap, breaths uneven and strained as his eyes shut against wave after wave of throbbing pain. He could deal with this…he’d dealt with worse and come out alive, and even if he didn’t have SHIELD he at least had the dependency of his friends.

Groaning against the cushion of the couch, Clint grasped at the now crimson covered cloth on his side, peeling it away so he could get a look at the damage. Almost instantly he regretted it, the sight of the deep wound and his own blood making his grimace and shut his eyes again.

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She dumped the two kits down on the coffee table next to him. She could do this. He’d be ok, right? He had to be. She’d be sure of it. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath. “ok” she muttered. She pulled out a needle, sterilizing it with her lighter. 

Leaning over him, she peeled back the gauze. She doused the wound with alcohol, mopping up the oozing blood with a clean wad of gauze. “Ok. I won’t take long.” She thread the needle and began to neatly stitch up the wound. “You’re doing great, Clint.”  It didn’t take her long to close up the gash with a row of tiny stitches. She dabbed the blood away from his side with a damp cloth. “You ok?” she asked, as she gently taped a fresh pad over the wound. 

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The Temporary Roomies || Carol & Janet

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Carbs, fat, salt, protein  - what am I missing? She cracked an egg over the heated skillet, leaning against the stove momentarily, just listing to the sizzle. Damn, bacon - cook the bacon first. It had been a while since she’d had to resort to a full on hangover breakfast. But that wasn’t really her problem. Her problem was that she was pretty sure she was still just a little bit buzzed. Ha. Buzzzzzz.  

She shuffled over to the fridge to pull out the bacon when Carol came back to life. “Coffee’s in the pot.” she mumbled, rubbing her face. “Everything else is still raw.” aren’t raw eggs good for this though? Her stomach flipped. Maybe not…

“Feels like we had quite the night, last night.” she didn’t remember everything. But how much trouble could they possibly have gotten up to?

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This wasn’t her first rodeo, so Carol knew that eating breakfast was the best thing for her to do right now. That being said, even the thought of food was making her stomach tie itself into knots. Oh no. She was not puking. There was no way she’d gotten that drunk. “Sure does,” she mumbled in response, making her way over to the coffee.

Normally she would have added some milk or sugar to it, but it felt like too much effort at the moment, so Carol just took it black. In a way it helped, the above average bitterness serving to wake her up a bit, while expertly purging the sour taste of old alcohol from the back of her throat.

After a few sips, Carol closed her eyes and tilted her head back, silently ordering her headache to take a hike. Hydrate brain. Hydrate. Naturally, positive thinking didn’t change a thing.

It just bugged her that she was go out of it, as Carol didn’t feel like she’d had that much to drink. “You know, I always thought you were a lightweight,” the teasing tone in Carol’s voice kept her words from sounding insulting, “But you kept up with me for once. Don’t even remember you passing out.” It was more of a question than anything, in the hopes that Janet could fill in the missing pieces of their evening.

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She paused over the frying pan. Just standing for a few moments. Finally she blinked and shook her head. Get it together, Jan. She lay the bacon into the pan. “You remember what we got up to?” she asked. The night was kind of a blur to her.  She took a sip of her own coffee. Black - the only time she drank it like that. She grimaced, not caring for the taste, but needing something to jumpstart her brain. 

“Hah! Just because I’m small, doesn’t mean I’m not mighty” she teased back. “Ugh, me either, actually. And since when are you such a light weight? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you properly hung over.” 

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Salus {Janet&Loki}

He has crafted a sense of self few can achieve on Midgard. Oh, perhaps if they had the years to do so, they might be able to, but Loki has found himself well versed in the malleable parts of both himself and reality. Where one would not bend, the other would, and he uses this to his advantage. It is the bending of reality that takes the time to mold to his whims and wishes, as anyone can change themselves in an instant. Upholding that ideal is what is harder and he has done that, too. 

So much so, in fact, that he sometimes forgets where the illusion ends and he begins. Then again, he is the silver heated to liquid… he can become anything, and so everything is him. 

Comforting, in a way, that he could never lose himself and yet, also never find himself. 

Ah, this is obviously some strange use of the word safe that I wasn’t previously aware of, he calls after his friends, chasing after on light feet. Friends. The word does not sting as it used to and Loki tucks the memory away as he walks, grin pulling at his face in all the wrong directions, confidence oozing from him as he stands straighter and delves through the crowd. They had given themselves to him, in the smallest way, and now he remembers how useful that is. They did not trust him, but what did he need of trust? 

“The world is not safe, even for an Avenger,” he murmurs as he finds his prey, sliding up beside Miss Van Dyne and offering her a tilt of his ceramic mug in hello. He’s been watching her, now that she and he are back in the city, and her habits are as lackluster as he’d imagined from a mortal or Avenger. “At least, not from the rain that is bearing down on us. Shame, today would have been a good day to do something daring… Ah. I suppose danger will have to do besides all that. After all, you are an Avenger, aren’t you. Coming?”

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Janet had nearly forgotten about the odd Mr. Ikol.  She certainly wasn’t expecting to see him again so soon, or at all, really, when he slides into the booth next to her. She wasn’t entirely sure what she thought of the strange man. He had been very complimentary to her, but rude to everyone else, barely even acknowledging their presence. But he had said some very nice things to her. So maybe she’d give him another chance. “Oh, a little bit of rain never hurt anyone.” she gave him a small smile. “Danger?” she asked, not really following him. “What do you mean?” 

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First Impressions: Janet and Tony

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She raised an eyebrow at the emotions that played across his face. Now she was feeling nervous - what was he remembering? She bit her lip, thinking back - could she ever remember meeting Tony Stark before? It seemed like the kind of thing she would remember? She shook her head slightly as she came to her own, completely different conclusion. We’ve never met. I’m sure of it. 

And now he’s looking at me like we’ve share some private joke… Her eyes train down to the lewd gesture he’s making and her eyes widen in shock. She blinks, trying to process exactly what’s happening, her cheeks tingeing pink. And then she starts to giggle. “Oh god. You’re kidding, right?” she shakes her head, her hand coming up to her mouth. “I think I’d remember if I banged Iron-Man!” 

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Tony notices the blush, and it takes everything in his power to not laugh through the awkward moment. What if he /is/ wrong? What if he just asked this new teammate of his, whether they’d slept together before. Talk about awkward training sessions…

But, Tony is still positive, even with the skepticism in her words. And though he’s sure people would remember if they ‘banged Iron Man’ (because he was a sensational lover, who would forget?) Tony figures that alcohol was most likely involved. If he could only remember one more thing…there was something about her that was…unique. 

He /had/ it. 

“The hornet tattoo!” Tony claps his hands together in a moment of stunning realization before continuing. “You had the hornet tattoo right near the sweet spot. I could have sworn I commented on it. The details are fuzzy.” 

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Janet is nearly convinced this is a ploy - safer to assume they’d been together than risk her anger at being forgotten. Has he really slept with that many women? Or is this the worst setup for a pickup line ever?

Then he remembers one detail she can’t deny. The new pink in her cheeks drains away. There’s no way he’d know that unless.. She shakes her head slightly, still not remembering. She could lie, and say that wasn’t her, but then it would drive her batty trying to figure it out. 

“How long ago was this?” she asked, trying to narrow down the possibilities. 

She’d slept with her new teammate, and she didn’t even remember him. Of all the potentially horrifying things that could have happened, this had to be in the top ten. “This stays between us?” 

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Suiting Up | Janet and Ororo

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After squaring away her order - she didn’t need to look at the menu, she had it mostly memorised - she turned her attention back to the woman across from her. “It must be challenging working with so many young people.” She didn’t have a clear idea of how many or how old her students were, exactly. Surely not too young?

“So” she smiled brightly at Ororo over their drinks. “You must know loads of interesting things about the other teachers?” she grinned, not really fishing for anything in particular. 

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The question was directed to her as Ororo perused the menu, still unsure of what she wanted to order. She didn’t care much what it would be. Deciding on just awaiting the recommendation of the server, she closed the menu and looked up to Janet. “They can be a challenge, but it’s also fulfilling work helping to shape new minds. I learn just as much if not more from them than they do from me.”

She settled back into her chair and nodded at the next question. “Sure, the other teachers are practically my family. We’re a close group.” She stops at that. Ororo is very private about her own life and that extends to her teammates and close friends. It took quite a bit of time, trust, and perhaps even a shared crisis to gain Ororo’s trust.

“So, Ms. VanDyne. If I’m not mistaken, congratulations is in order on your joining the Avengers.” It had been a while but with the high profile nature of team she was on, she figured the mention wouldn’t cause too much of a stir.

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She nodded amiably as the other woman talked about the joys of teaching. It was good they had mutants who felt passionate about training the next generation. Being good in a fight, or at using your power didn’t necessarily mean you’d be good at teaching kids. 

So she doesn’t gossip. Shame. She takes a sip of her tea. She hadn’t really expected much - they barely knew eachother. 

The question catches her off guard. It hadn’t been announced or anything, but she supposed Storm’s people kept an eye on them, same as they kept an eye on the mutants. 

“Well, yeah! I’m super excited to be a part of everything.” she nodded emphatically. “I can’t wait for my first mission!” 

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Warm Ups / Janet & Steve

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The swipe at his legs has the Captain falling backwards, bending to land on his hands, and spring boarding from them back to his feet. Gymnastics had done him a world of good, and having studied some in Russia when he had been closer on foot than he is now… well, it had led to some interesting ways to move on his part. Partially dancer, partially gymnast, and partially fighter. Mostly the latter, but definitely influenced by everything around him. The moves were most likely older than sin by now… maybe he should take it back up, Steve ponders as he listens to Janet. 

“You’ll have to be the one to talk the others into changing their looks,” he laughs softly, shaking his own head. His suit fit him just fine and now that he made his own rules, there was no reason for him to change it again. That had bothered him more than he cared to say, considering he was so used to keeping things until they literally had holes in them, to make the most of them. “We’re all pretty set in our ways.”

For good reason, most the time. A brief flash of color from the corner of his eye could tell him if it was Barton or Romanoff offhand without even seeing them fully. 

It helped, to keep things somewhat similar, and he pauses to stare Janet down without really thinking about it. 

“I need you to go meet the rest of the team and start setting yourself up to work with them, not against them like you are with me,” he says bluntly, brow jumping just a bit. “One at a time or all together, though all together would only complicate matters as most of us fall into natural patterns when exercising with each other. I suggest speaking with people individually first, just to set the ground work. You’re not going to work well with everyone, that’s not how people work, and that is never how a team is going to work. But find the person you’re most comfortable with, and I’ll grab someone, and we’ll see how things go on two versus two.” 

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She laughs along with him. She’s used to that attitude - if people aren’t coming directly to her for a makeover, they tend to be resistant to that kind of change. Not that this has ever stopped Janet. Besides, the results were usually worth it. But she’s not that interested in re-modelling the team right now. She has to focus on her own look, first. 

She shifts uncomfortably under his stare, wondering what he’s thinking. “I’d like to get started with them.” she nods. She wonders who she’ll get along with best? Clint is the one she knows, so maybe him? She smooths her hair back, moving a stray strand out of her eyes. Not on the same team, then. That’s too bad.  “I’ll ask around” she gave him a small smile. “I haven’t met them all, yet. Guess it’s time I did that.” 

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Hammer Away || Bucky and Janet

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There’s a small sound of discomfort as he twists her arm even further. She needed to get out of his grasp and even the odds just a little bit. She looks up at the ceiling following his gaze. What is he doing?  Doesn’t matter - she takes advantage of his distraction and turns her attention to the bullet in her arm. Awkwardly, she tries to dig it out, wincing in pain. 

His words make her pause for a moment, and she tilts her head to the side. “Get out?” She’s not gotten everything she’s come for, but he seems to know something she doesn’t, and buildings don’t normally rumble like that. He’s relaxing his grip as she makes her decision. Time to get out. Getting some intel for the group would be great, but no-one would be impressed if she got herself killed. She tugged her arm, trying to break his grip as she followed along behind him. But at least he seemed to be heading to the exit. 

Get out first - then escape the bad guy. 

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As expected, her tugging slows them down, but James keeps a firm grip. He starts to run, pulling her along as debris falls around them and the rumbling gets louder. This mission is turning out to be a disaster.

When they get to the door, he pauses, unable to break it open with just his right arm, but his metal one occupied in keeping his prisoner. No time to find another way out.

He turns to the woman, “Leave and I put another bullet in you.” His gun doesn’t have any bullets left, but she doesn’t need to know that. Letting her arm go, he punches through, digging the lock out of the door and opening it up. Sunlight bursts in, illuminating the dark room and the metal glint of his arm.

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The building is coming down around them. But the assassin seems to know the shortest way out and his grip on her hand is too strong to break free in any case. She barely has time to register the sharp pain from his grasp as she leaps over a fallen lamp. 

They reach what looks like an exit, and he obviously doesn’t have the key. Before she has time to register his threat, he’s let go of her hand and is breaking down the door. Where would I go? Back into the collapsing building? She shakes her hand, trying to sort if he’s actually broken it or not. This guy is lucky I can’t shrink right now. She glares at his back. 

Blinking at the sunlight a thought occurs- does my sting work at full size? Well there was a first time for everything. She dove past him, wanting to clear the building and put some distance between them. As soon as she was outside she whirled around and aimed a blast, low - not wanting to kill him accidentally. 

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First Impressions: Janet and Tony

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The once over he gave her was not missed. Looks like my outfit’s a hit. She filed it under a success. She didn’t mind being looked at, and if all the gossip was true, then he was no longer a ladykiller. 

There’s a pause that’s almost long enough to be uncomfortable, and she wonders if there’s more to the meeting than just an informal greeting. She nods to the implied question. “Yes, the one and only” And there’s another pause, so she reaches down for a blueberry, popping it into her mouth. “Thanks for the invite, I’ve been looking forward to working with you.” 

At his actual question, her head tilts to the side. “I - suppose it’s possible?” At his list she waves her hand, giving a small chuckle. “A party, maybe? Were you at the Hope gala last Spring?” 

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“No no…” Tony waves his hand in a dismissive manner, shaking his head to go along with the denial. “That wasn’t it. “ He states, although he technically was at the Gala, but he’d left early on Avenger business. No, Tony was sure that the his memory of her preceded last Spring. For a moment, the Avenger closes his eyes to think once again. 

Party. Vegas…Caesars…Malibu…

Oh God, Cap was going to kill him. 

The realization had finally hit him, and the shock was shown in his expression for a brief moment, brown eyes widening before he’s able to control his features once again. He then offers the woman in front of him a bit of a shy smile, as he begins to speak. 

“Ok, this is going to sound crazy, but I’m pretty damn positive you and I have done the uh..” 

Outright saying sex was completely unprofessional. Also unprofessional were the many positions Tony found himself remembering her in at this point in time. Nonetheless, the Iron Avenger decides that motions are better than words, and begins to circle two fingers around each other to illustrate his point. 

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She raised an eyebrow at the emotions that played across his face. Now she was feeling nervous - what was he remembering? She bit her lip, thinking back - could she ever remember meeting Tony Stark before? It seemed like the kind of thing she would remember? She shook her head slightly as she came to her own, completely different conclusion. We’ve never met. I’m sure of it. 

And now he’s looking at me like we’ve share some private joke... Her eyes train down to the lewd gesture he’s making and her eyes widen in shock. She blinks, trying to process exactly what’s happening, her cheeks tingeing pink. And then she starts to giggle. “Oh god. You’re kidding, right?” she shakes her head, her hand coming up to her mouth. “I think I’d remember if I banged Iron-Man!” 

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The Temporary Roomies || Carol & Janet

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Janet gave a low moan and cracked one eye open. God my head hurts.  She rolled out of bed, got her feet tied up in the sheets and nearly landed on the floor. How much did I drink last night? She went over the mental check list - Carol was visiting and she suggested a “girls night in”. She’d wanted to share one of her nicer vintages with her friend. Then she’d ordered in some beers, because Carol was less of a wine and cheese kind of gal, and more of a beer and cheeseburgers one. Then Janet had the brilliant idea to show her how she’d learned to make cocktails. After that, things had been kind of a blur. She couldn’t rightly remember if Carol had kept up with her. 

She threw one one of her silk robes and padded into the living room. Well shit. Carol hadn’t even made it into the guest room. And she didn’t look so hot either. She tiptoed as carefully as she could, given the circumstances, over to where Carol lay on the couch and carefully draped the blanked over her sleeping form. Time to get the coffee going. Looks like we’re both going to need it.

She quietly moved into the kitchen, getting her best hangover remedy breakfast going. 

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It was the sweet scent of coffee, wafting out of the kitchen and into her nose, that finally woke Carol up.  Honestly, it was like even the smell of coffee contained enough caffeine to wake a person up long enough to get themselves a cup. The stuff was a gift from god. They needed coffee air fresheners.

Point was, the tantalizing aroma hit her brain with enough force to bring Carol back into consciousness. The blonde groaned and rolled over, only to fall flat onto the floor, as she hadn’t realized she was on the couch. She swore under her breath at the sharp pain as her knee slammed the hardwood, but thankfully, the pain was gone as soon as it began.

Carol was too thankful to even realize that wasn’t normal.

She blinked a couple of times, blue eyes shifting to the window as she slowly made her way to her feet. Damn, it was bright outside. And her head was killing her. What time was it anyway?

Time to find a watch, because apparently she wasn’t wearing one. Carol was about to start hunting around for the missing time piece, but decided to put that on hold in favor of the coffee.

She stumbled a bit on the way to the kitchen, shaking her head to clear out the butterflies, which only increased the throbbing. Man, was she wrecked. Which was a problem in and of itself, because Carol had not been drinking near enough last night to feel this bad now. Never had there been a fighter pilot who couldn’t hold their liquor. Maybe she should just add that to the list of things that were wrong with her.

Reason 10,001: is now somehow a lightweight. Screw you too, alien machine.

Carol poked her head through the door, only to find Janet, cooking something or other. “Where’s the java?” She asked through a yawn. Niceties later, magic juice first.

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Carbs, fat, salt, protein  - what am I missing? She cracked an egg over the heated skillet, leaning against the stove momentarily, just listing to the sizzle. Damn, bacon - cook the bacon first. It had been a while since she’d had to resort to a full on hangover breakfast. But that wasn’t really her problem. Her problem was that she was pretty sure she was still just a little bit buzzed. Ha. Buzzzzzz.  

She shuffled over to the fridge to pull out the bacon when Carol came back to life. “Coffee’s in the pot.” she mumbled, rubbing her face. “Everything else is still raw.” aren’t raw eggs good for this though? Her stomach flipped. Maybe not...

“Feels like we had quite the night, last night.” she didn’t remember everything. But how much trouble could they possibly have gotten up to?

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Little Things || Janet and Hank

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She sensed him before she saw him enter the corridor. She caught his awkward wave out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see who it was. To her surprise it was the scientist who had been responsible for her powers. And her greatest loss. She was immediately flooded with the pain and regret she’d felt the last time she’d laid eyes on him. Feelings she’d tried to put behind her.

Why was he here? She eyed the gym bag in his other hand. Ah. Another hero then? Or maybe he was.. what? An advisor? Someone to monitor the powered people?

She gave him a bright smile that didn’t reveal any of her inner apprehension. “Dr. Pym! How have you been?” She fell into step beside him. If memory served the man was oblivious - he wouldn’t catch the tears that threatened.

At least she didn’t look angry, like plenty of the others he’d run into had. Something about being bothersome, or too nosy. He never intended to get into others’ business, but he couldn’t help being curious–something utterly natural that never quite registered as being a possible nuisance. 

“Fine, thank you.” Stressed, maybe. Hank was quick to get to the point, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “I’ve been meaning to ask - if you don’t mind -” whether she minded was irrelevant once Hank got going, “how your “abilities” have progressed since we last met.” 

Something told him he ought to be saving that question for later, something he shoved back so he could focus on results. The focused, one-track mind of a very enthusiastic scientist. 

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He had a slight nervous energy, but given the circumstances of their last meeting, that wasn’t anything unusual. Or maybe he was just jittery about being with the Avengers. Lord knows she’d been nervous when she first arrived. 

She blinked back the tears, trying not to let it get the better of her. He wants to know about my powers. That’s all.  Images flash unbidden of the two of them, fighting side by side. She’d been consumed by the need for revenge, and hadn’t much cared if she survived the battle. 

“It’s been.. easier.” she rubbed her arm. “They’re good.” Her normal enthusiasm for her powers was gone for the moment, as she tried not to dwell on  the past. 

“I guess you’ll see soon?” she gave him a weak smile. 

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Looking for Trouble || Clint & Janet

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His witticisms were making less sense, which was concerning. She needed to get him out of a dirty old alley and someplace clean and safe. She doubted he’d argue too much against it, as he seemed content to use her as a crutch. Hopefully that meant he trusted her, and not that he was fading.

His answer to her concern was a big relief, and she chose to take it at face value. Sure, he could be lying but she’d deal with that later, if need be. She gave a soft snort at his story “Well that does sound like you. You always did have a way with the bad guys”.

She nodded once. “I know. I’ve had a few close calls myself” She thought better of taking him around the front - he was covered in blood and that was bound to attract notice. She gently guided him back towards the back of alley. “Let’s go the back way. I’ve got my keys with me and it’ll keep people from gawking at us.”Keep HYDRA agents from swooping down and taking us out, is more likely.

It didn’t take them long to navigate the back entrance of her building, where loading bays for movers were located. “Home sweet home.”

The more time that passed, the worse Clint was beginning to feel. By the time they finally arrived, he was barely able to hold his head up, vision blurring around the edges as his body warned him he was pushing past his limitations. “If I don’t sit down soon, you’ll be dragging me.” He warned, looking down to see the cloth at his side drenched with blood. Wonderful.

Clint reached for the wall, using it to brace himself from falling forward and to relieve her of some of his weight. He wasn’t sure if he had the energy to make it one step more, but the thought of being out in the open where anyone could pounce them had him moving towards the door.

“Let’s get inside.” He muttered. “I’ve had enough of being out and about for tonight.”

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Don’t die - please don’t die! She was nearly dragging him to the back door of her building. “We’re here, Clint. Just hold on a bit longer.” She fumbled with her keys, bumping the door open with her hip. “Just a few more steps” she murmured as she pulled him toward the elevator. Thank goodness she had a penthouse suite. 

She swiped her key fob by the scanner and sank against the wall as the elevator shot up to her floor. “It’s gonna be ok, Clint. Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine.” What if I can’t fix him? What if he needs a transfusion? She worried her lip until the ding of the elevator announced her floor. 

She helped him into her flat, letting him collapse on her couch. She rushed into the kitchen for her first aid kit - and her sewing kit. 

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Catwalk {Janet & Loki}

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She navigates through the crowd, nodding at his words. But her attention is momentarily distracted by an acquaintance waving to her. She flashes a brilliant smile and waves back. She really ought to go talk to him - and for a moment the hesitation shows on her face. Maybe Ikol would enjoy having a third for dinner?

She glances back to her companion and just catches his question. She smiles easily. “Why not?” She shrugs her shoulder “You can never have too many friends.” Speaking of which - she beams at the young man who took her wave as an invitation to join them. 

It was then that she remembered what Steve had said - that until she’d seen some action, she would be something of a secret weapon. “Oh, well maybe don’t say anything just yet?” 

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Ah. There it was. Loki inclines his head in acceptance, but he understands now that he has stumbled upon something far greater than just another Avenger. She was an Avenger that did not yet wish to be known. 

What a delight and with that knowledge, his information was complete for that night. 

Now… to just remove the bug from his arm. 

“Oh?” he murmurs, speaking lowly so that he may offer his words only to her. “I had thought the Avengers would wish to hold up one such as yourself on high. Strange but… I suppose they do not have the best reputation after everything that happened in the Capital in America, do they?” 

Interesting, that she is left out among the crowd of plebeians when the others are continually making trouble. Even this crowd of what Midgard must consider forward thinkers in at least one realm of their society, are not as prestigious as the grand heights of Stark tower. Laid in wait or perhaps tucked away never to be seen? Either way, it was a well done decision to keep her close to himself, at least. Though perhaps not quite so soon as he slides his hand past his pocket, gently transferring a phone from a stranger they had walked past to himself. A quick buzz from it and he pulls it from his garments, looking at the notification of urgency. 

“It would appear my home cannot be long without me, however,” he murmurs, showing the message to Janet that was precise and simple, marked with only a name of a woman and the words, ‘come quickly or so help me’ on the screen. “It would appear that something has gone awry. May I, perhaps, entice you with dinner some other time when I am in New York City, dear Janet?” 

For now he must see what plans they had for her and that could not be found in the marble housing they were in. 

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He doesn’t even acknowledge the presence of the other man, which is rude even for this crowd. Her mouth sets into a tiny frown. Even so, she leans forward slightly to catch what he is saying. She gave a small shrug to his words. She’s got nothing against her new team, but she can’t very well explain that to him in front of a third party, and the comment still stings. “Well, you never know what tomorrow brings, do you?” she offered him a brittle smile, trying to hide the spark of insecurity he’s fanned. 

She glances down at the offered phone. She waves him away good naturedly. “Go - save the day.” It’s just as well - suddenly she’s not so much in the mood for being social. “That sounds lovely. Do you have my number? Well, I’m easy enough to find, but - “ she hands him her card anyways. “Going through my assistant can be a bit of a chore.” she gave a small chuckle and held out her hand. “It was lovely meeting you, Mr. Ikol. I hope you enjoy the rest of the show.” 

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First Impressions: Janet and Tony

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Of course she knew who Tony was. He made damned sure everyone did.  His terse email didn’t surprise her much. She shot off her own little “Ok! Looking forward to meeting you!” And she was. Tony’s reputation was spotty - they’d travelled in the same circles, and he had a heck of a reputation. But he was an Avenger, and cocky or not, his suits were cool. She’d been dying to get a closer look. 

She arrived more or less on time - it didn’t do to be too punctual, but he was busy so she wasn’t more than a few minutes late. She’d taken the time to put on a killer outfit of her own, too. 

Stepping out of the elevator she surveyed the room. It was the first time she’d seen the lounge. All her time there so far had been contained in the gym, or conference rooms. It was nice. She gave a little nod of approval. She gave a smile to the man sitting on the couch and made her way to sit down across from him. “Hi, Tony.” 

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Upon hearing the sound of the elevator arriving to the lounge floor, Tony is certain that the elevator’s occupant is his visitor. She was a few minutes late, which was totally fine by Tony’s standards. It was good to not have another person as punctual as Captain America or Rhodey. Even though Tony respected the both of them (Rhodey more so than Cap) both men were incredibly stern, majority of the time. It wouldn’t kill them to have a bit of fun every now and then…

And speaking of fun, as the woman of the hour steps from the elevator, Tony has to mentally remind himself that he’s not the audacious playboy he used to be. Her outfit was certainly meant to impress and as she walked towards him, his eyes couldn’t help but light up in his usual Stark flair. 

Not to mention that she looked strikingly familiar. Where the hell did he know her from?! 

As she sits down a smile is issued his way and for a moment, Tony just observes the woman, waiting for the piece to click as to where they’d met before. 

“Janet, right?” Tony responds to her greeting, tone basically saying “Hey we’ve met before, please confirm this for me.” If Tony didn’t figure this out fast, it’d bother him the entire interview/meeting. “Have we met before? Maybe at a party? Charity event? Iron Man Fan meet up?” 

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The once over he gave her was not missed. Looks like my outfit’s a hit. She filed it under a success. She didn’t mind being looked at, and if all the gossip was true, then he was no longer a ladykiller. 

There’s a pause that’s almost long enough to be uncomfortable, and she wonders if there’s more to the meeting than just an informal greeting. She nods to the implied question. “Yes, the one and only” And there’s another pause, so she reaches down for a blueberry, popping it into her mouth. “Thanks for the invite, I’ve been looking forward to working with you.” 

At his actual question, her head tilts to the side. “I - suppose it’s possible?” At his list she waves her hand, giving a small chuckle. “A party, maybe? Were you at the Hope gala last Spring?” 

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First Impressions: Janet and Tony

Janet Van Dyne. The name sounded too familiar.

Immediately following his brief conversation with Steve the night before, Tony had returned to the tower, eager to follow up on Captain America’s mention of the name Van Dyne.

The name just sounded too familiar. Nonetheless, the Iron Avenger had done his part as a leader. He reached out to the woman via email (God, they needed better ways of contact) and now he waited, provided she’d received his very short email which were composed of the words: Avengers Tower, Tomorrow, 4 P.M. 

Now, Tony sat in the lounge of Avengers Tower, dressed down in casual clothing as always. He had to admit, he’d done a damn good job restoring the Avengers Tower lounge to suitable visiting standards again, following the whole business with Loki. The ‘God sized’ imprint in the floor was particularly tough to get out, but he’d done it within a few days. 

The table in front of him was filled with foods and drinks that ‘Tony Stark’ enjoyed. Those included: Cheeseburgers, doughnuts, blueberries, alcohol, and Dr. Pepper. Not the orthodox meal for a professional meeting with a potential (or possibly already inducted) teammate but, when was Tony Stark ever orthodox? 

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Of course she knew who Tony was. He made damned sure everyone did.  His terse email didn’t surprise her much. She shot off her own little “Ok! Looking forward to meeting you!” And she was. Tony’s reputation was spotty - they’d travelled in the same circles, and he had a heck of a reputation. But he was an Avenger, and cocky or not, his suits were cool. She’d been dying to get a closer look. 

She arrived more or less on time - it didn’t do to be too punctual, but he was busy so she wasn’t more than a few minutes late. She’d taken the time to put on a killer outfit of her own, too. 

Stepping out of the elevator she surveyed the room. It was the first time she’d seen the lounge. All her time there so far had been contained in the gym, or conference rooms. It was nice. She gave a little nod of approval. She gave a smile to the man sitting on the couch and made her way to sit down across from him. “Hi, Tony.” 

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The Temporary Roomies || Carol & Janet

10 o’clock AM. The morning was damn near over, and Carol Danvers was… Carol was passed out on Janet’s couch.

Anyone who knew her well would know how strange that was. Not the sleeping on the couch part, Carol could sleep practically anywhere, but the time. The military was consistent about one thing, and that was that the day started before the sun rose.

But today the sun was shining bright, and the colonel wasn’t up to meet it, sprawled out on the couch, one leg on an armrest, the other hanging off the side. The opposite armrest was her pillow, for the couch’s actual throw pillow seemed to have been thrown across the room during the night. Her arm was draped over her eyes, an instinctual effort to keep the light from penetrating her eyelids.

Every few seconds the blonde would twitch, clearly lost in a dream. Once and a while she would start mumbling, though the words didn’t make any sense, definitely not English, that was for sure.

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Janet gave a low moan and cracked one eye open. God my head hurts.  She rolled out of bed, got her feet tied up in the sheets and nearly landed on the floor. How much did I drink last night? She went over the mental check list - Carol was visiting and she suggested a “girls night in”. She’d wanted to share one of her nicer vintages with her friend. Then she’d ordered in some beers, because Carol was less of a wine and cheese kind of gal, and more of a beer and cheeseburgers one. Then Janet had the brilliant idea to show her how she’d learned to make cocktails. After that, things had been kind of a blur. She couldn’t rightly remember if Carol had kept up with her. 

She threw one one of her silk robes and padded into the living room. Well shit. Carol hadn’t even made it into the guest room. And she didn’t look so hot either. She tiptoed as carefully as she could, given the circumstances, over to where Carol lay on the couch and carefully draped the blanked over her sleeping form. Time to get the coffee going. Looks like we’re both going to need it.

She quietly moved into the kitchen, getting her best hangover remedy breakfast going. 

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Suiting Up | Janet and Ororo

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She nodded along. It was always a concern - politics. Voting in the wrong congressman could mean a mutant rights setback for years. She didn’t envy them. “How are your kids? Is this year’s batch giving you any trouble?” She didn’t envy that either. She could barely imagine wrangling one teen-aged mutant, let alone a whole classroom of them.

She followed along behind the much taller woman, hurrying up to make it to the door just about at the same time. “Glad to hear there’s gonna be clear skies.” She slipped through the door and strode towards the sushi bar. “I’ve actually got a usual booth at this place” she admitted.

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She smiles fondly at the thought of her students. This years class was a more active class than any of those she’d trained before. They were also much more inquisitive and cognizant of their roles in the world….aware of their place as voices for the marginalized outcasts. The thought both impresses and saddens Ororo. Knowing these children will never experience the privilege of a normal childhood again anchors Ororo to remain in the school and provide what little shelter from the horrors of the world that she and the other X-Men can provide.

“They’re great students…and they’ll be excellent leaders someday.” She follows Janet along, nodding in response to their conversation, he head still drifting between two points of focus. Settling upon mutant rights, Ororo’s mind delves SHIELD’s downfall and Hydra’s position of power. Hydra has been anti-powered heros so-far, so it’s just a matter of time before they include mutants in the focus of their cross hairs.

Ororo’s momentarily distracted as she stops before the storefront and follows Janet into the offered door. “Thanks.” She nods her head and watches as the woman speaks to the restaurant staff with an ease of familiarity. They’re motioned to a booth and Ororo slips in opposite VanDyne. If she’s not mistaken, rumors were around that Janet was in close connection with the Avengers. And of course it was known that the Avengers and SHIELD were closely involved. Perhaps Janet would have access to knowledge on what Hydra’s current roster is and what their goals are. Ororo leans forward in her seat, intent on gathering as much info as she can.

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After squaring away her order - she didn’t need to look at the menu, she had it mostly memorised - she turned her attention back to the woman across from her. “It must be challenging working with so many young people.” She didn’t have a clear idea of how many or how old her students were, exactly. Surely not too young?

“So” she smiled brightly at Ororo over their drinks. “You must know loads of interesting things about the other teachers?” she grinned, not really fishing for anything in particular.