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[a-thecalmesttempest]

Official Briefing

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She wanted to tell Laura gently, but she still didn’t have it fully straight in her head.  Luckily, she had more than an hour until she had requested Laura come to her office.  The curtains were open to let in the morning sun on the tiny room where she sat at a desk pressed up below the windowsill, writing down notes.  She needed to remain busy, or she would certainly go insane with worry.  Logan was missing.  This was irrefutable fact at this point.  They had checked in as they were leaving the X-Mansion for the second leg of their journey, and then not a word.  

Things needed to continue to move.  They would have to plan the sweep of the new house without the aid of Iron Man and the Wolverine, because there was no time to delay at this point.  She started over on a new page, drawing up another alternative.  She was so absorbed that she barely heard the knock at her door.  A pause to register the sound, and she called out, “Come in, the door is open.”  She slid the chair away from the desk so that she could stand and give her guest a proper greeting.  She just hoped that Laura had not come early, she wasn’t entirely ready to give her the news.

[a-themockingbirdsings]

The Drawing Board

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Sometimes going back to the drawing board isn’t enough of a shock to the system.  She had barely left the lab in the past fifty hours, but she had finally emerged to shower and eat a proper meal.  There was only so many packets of mi goreng she could eat out of the lab break room and only so many naps on the couch a person could deal with before they accepted that the research trail they had been madly chasing had hit a dead end.  It was infuriating, to say the least.  Failing better next time was a mantra that only survived for so long.

She needed to deal with her frustration and revitalise her mind, so there was really only one thing for it.  She tied up her hair as she walked over to the gym, securing it in a messy bun.  She hung the appropriate heavy bag -- the most durable one -- and bound up her hands to protect them.  This was better than the drawing board, mostly because it was better at taking a beating.  She began a brutal assault on the punching bag, pouring all her frustration, all her fear, all her insecurities into each strike.  She was so tired of failure after failure, the nagging voice in her head that was getting louder, telling her she couldn’t do this, reminding her that she was far from being the brightest Avenger.  

But there was no use wishing that Bruce, or Hank McCoy, or even that Richards tosser would show up, because there was no guarantee that any of them would.  She and Peter were all that they had on this, and hope wasn’t going to get rid of the zombies.  So she would keep working, it was all she could really do.  Sweat began to bead on her brow, and the bag strained against the chain that it hung on, as though much more of this treatment would send it flying across the room.  She needed to talk to Tony about stronger punching bags when she finished up here.

[aspidersurvivor]

Allies and Friendship

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A new group coming in always sent Haven into a buzz.  Peter volunteered to come down and sort through any new gear being brought in.   See what could be useful, or recycled.   Not personal items but any potential gear for the group.  Since he was a fair hand at scavenging and adapting, it made him a good fit to check things out.   

It helped that he looked relatively nonthreatening.  Especially since he still looked underweight, if not as severe as when he first arrived.   But with the rumors circulating Haven that he happened to be rather strongly enhanced, they could count on him in trouble.  

It felt good, knowing more people survived.   Even if they would struggle to find place for them all, and needed to expand the compound still a good thing.   Of course it meant that he would need to find Tony and help him push forward on the expansion after this.   Which he quite frankly liked better than being at loose ends.   Or feeling like a failure for not quite being ready to go out with scouting parties.   Better to be busy and helpful.

Straightening up, he spotted a familiar form filtering in with the rest.  “Cap?”

[a-akahowlett]

Steve and Laura’s Bogus Journey

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Laura’s hands shook a little as she packed the last of her things.  She understood logically that not much bad could really happen to her dad, even now.  They were a family that could survive a thermonuclear detonation.  Perhaps this irrational worry was a sign that she was becoming more ‘normal’; she didn’t dare to think it was instinct that something terrible might have actually happened.

She didn’t have a full image in her mind of the conversation she had with Ororo.  Her shock had turned into anger fairly quickly.  What do you mean, Steve is ready to go?  Why does he know before me?!  A reaction she, again, knew was irrational, as Steve Rogers was a leader and also a friend of Tony’s.  It made sense for him to have been informed of the situation before she was.  

It still felt as though a rug had been pulled out from under her.  It had been the most abrupt end to the lightness she had felt remembering her meeting with Peter on the roof she could have conceived of.

She took enough time to introduce Gabby to Bobby so that the young girl would have someone to go to if she needed anything.  Laura imagined that Gabby was as self sufficient as she had been at that age, but she wanted the young mutant to know that she had people in her corner.

She double checked the contents of her pack, and determined that she was ready to leave.  She headed down to the gates where she had been told to meet Steve.  It was just hitting mid morning as she approached the gatehouse.

[babewiththetaser-blog]

Second Chances

Think like a super soldier, Lewis.

If she were Steve Rogers, Captain America, the Star Spangled Man With A Plan, and the world was ending in the form of a war with the dead, where would she be?

Really, she knew the most probable answer but she procrastinated anyways, taking her time in checking a few other "possible" places first before she found herself lingering just inside the doorway of the gym, watching the familiar blonde across the room. Lurking was probably a more appropriate word, trying to formulate a totally casual way to interrupt without just...blurting out what she wanted to say. This was a subject that probably wouldn't benefit from careless blurting.

So she waited, leaned up against the wall like some creeper, until he was stilled in a moment of rest. "Mister Rogers." And instantly regretted that particular choice of greeting. He was not a children's show host for hecks sake. "...Steve. Sorry, Steve."

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