Hope Van Dyne. Closed RP for Marvel Zombies. Daughter of Hank Pym & Janet Van Dyne. Scientist. Pym Technologies. The Wasp. Avenger. "That's how you punch."
• Janet van Dyne • The Wasp • Fashion Icon • Hard Femme •
• Though She Be But Little, She is Fierce •
Clint sat down in the booth and gave the microphone two taps. Outside at the sound desk, Bobby Drake pressed the button so that he could be heard inside out of habit, even though what mattered was that Clint could see his lips moving, “Barton, you don’t need to do that.”
Clint made an OK sign, and Bobby started the recording. For his own reference, he said, “Safezone Heroes Outreach, call to Janet van Dyne.”
Bobby gave Clint the thumbs up to work his magic.
“This is Clint Barton, putting a call out for the fabulous one and only Janet Van Dyne. The origional Wasp and Queen. Hey Lady, the Safe Zone could use your special touch. There are people here that miss you. Plus we totally have a stash of all the kinds of stuff you want to play with. Also you have to want the hot showers. Everyone loves the hot showers.“
Clint threw a finger gun at Bobby to show he was done. Bobby stopped the recording, giving another thumbs up.
The sun was setting as Hope finally set eyes on the compound she had been searching for for months.
“Oh, thank fuck-” she whispered to herself as she flew towards the gates, resizing to her full height as she reached the gate. Hope stumbled on her broken leg, catching her weight and steadying her stance on the gate as she knocked with all the strength she had.
“Hello?” she called, aware that anyone watching might have been unaware of her approach. “I’m looking for Scott Lang… Or Tony Stark? Are they here?” Hope asked whoever might be listening, hoping they’d open the gates to her if they heard a familiar name.
Peter a very familiar figure to the gatehouse to Haven. He fixed their radios, resupplied some basic medical supplies like saline, glucose, all sorts of things brought him into contact with them. Though having more folks meant he started to get some runners so he didn’t have to deliver everything he still worked with the Gate crew all the time. Like when they got some strange tech in they would call him in to check it out.
Which was the case this time. Someone came in carrying strange tech. Mostly they just wanted an opinion that it didn’t comprise a risk to anyone already living there. The Gatekeepers literally of their little Keep. They took their job seriously because they were on the front-line of keeping everyone safe. So of course he came when they asked to check a new arrival out.
“Hey who called for the candy-gram cause I keep telling you guys, I’m not a stripper.”
Hope was done reassuring these 'guards' that her suit posed no thread and had moved on to threatening to demonstrate her blasters on them if they wouldn't answer her questions.
"It's really not that hard... Is there any one here. By the names. Of Tony Stark. Or Scott Lang" she repeated in a tired and pleading voice. Hope just need to know, because if they weren't she was truly afraid Scott might be dead. And though much had changed, she recognised this place from her childhood summer vacations. This was formerly Stark's mother's. He surely had to be here...
A young man walked in and Hope stood, grimacing slightly at she put weight on her broken leg. She hoped he would know something, anything...
"Tony Stark. Scott Lang. Are they here?" she repeated, brushing away a hand that reached to clean the dried blood from the side of her head. "Please tell me they're here?.."
The sun was setting as Hope finally set eyes on the compound she had been searching for for months.
“Oh, thank fuck-” she whispered to herself as she flew towards the gates, resizing to her full height as she reached the gate. Hope stumbled on her broken leg, catching her weight and steadying her stance on the gate as she knocked with all the strength she had.
“Hello?” she called, aware that anyone watching might have been unaware of her approach. “I’m looking for Scott Lang... Or Tony Stark? Are they here?” Hope asked whoever might be listening, hoping they’d open the gates to her if they heard a familiar name.
The zombie apocalypse came swiftly; blink and you’d miss it... The reports came in, isolated incidents around the globe, a virus... A deadly infection that swept across the world before scientists could even begin their work.
It had taken ahold of the world so quickly, that Hope Van Dyne had almost missed it...
Working late, she had missed the calls and texts from her Mother, her Father, Scott... Driving home after midnight, she was forced to swerve her car to avoid hitting what she though was a group of trick-or-treaters in the middle of the road. It quickly transpired that was not the case.
Reaching her home on foot, she reunited with Scott who quickly updated the unusually oblivious scientist.
They worked hard to defend San Francisco and helped set up a small safe area, a settlement for human survivors to gather and live.
A community that eventually fell. The zombies had gathered outside their perimeter and eventually had the numbers to bring it down. The residents had been preparing to move, a cross country journey to a larger, more secure settlement in New York. But a 4 month journey with over 100 people took time to prepare, and wouldn’t be easy... Hope and Scott were two of only a handful of skilled fighters. The rest comprised of families with young children...
The attack had come at night, tearing everyone from their bed. Their escape routes quickly failed with the overwhelming numbers. Hope did all she could to fight, to help. She killed over twenty zombies before a falling wall buried her.
It was daylight when she finally woke, no one around her but the dead... Ever practical, Hope gathered up as many practical supplies as she could carry before fleeing her former home.
She spent the first few months seeking out Scott, because she refused to believe he had succumb to the zombies who had destroyed their home. After failing to find him, she returned to their initial plan in a final bid to locate him; she set her target on Haven.
It was months of hard work and rough travel, or forcing herself to go on when she wanted to give up. The isolation and constant fight for survival had taken it’s toll...
A particularly rough fight after being caught offguard while trying to sleep had left Hope vulnerable and stranded... A broken leg and a nasty head injury severely slowed down her progress and delayed her arrival at Haven by weeks.
Hope took a quick break from the lab and moved through the now familiar corridors of Haven in search of much needed coffee. She rounded a corner and came face to face with none other than Captain freakin’ America...
Hope Van Dyne was not someone who got star stuck. Her parents were both superheroes. She was dating a superhero. She’d grown up with the man who became Iron Man... But she’d also grown up with bedtime stories about this man. When she’d been very young, Hope had fallen in love with the idea of love from listening to her Aunt talk about this man...
“Hi” she greeted, forcing herself to regain composure. This man was about to become the father to the baby of one of her oldest friends... “I’m Hope”
