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[capsrogers]

Text at 12:30pm: You alright?

Text at 12:35pm: People are disappearing on live TV. Going to need confirmation. 

Text at 12:35pm: “I’m fine” will do. 

[1 missed call at 12:42 pm]

[Voicemail at 12:45pm] Hey Sweetheart. So apparently time is screwed, which is…let’s go with irritating. Call me back if you’re in this century.

[1 missed call at 1:01pm]

[1 missed call at 1:15 pm]

[Voicemail at 1:16pm:] Steve. Just tell me the line for coffee was long. Call me. Or come home. Whatever’s fastest.

[1 missed call at 1:20pm]

[1 missed call at 1:30pm]

[Voicemail 3 at 1:41pm:] Damn it. You know, making a time machine wasn’t on the calendar today. [JARVIS in the background: Sir, all previous attempts…] I don’t care, JARVIS. If Steve’s lost in time, we’ll figure out how to reverse it. Pull up all the old files. Steve…well, you’re not going to hear this, are you? But just stay put if you want to be found. If you don’t… [groans] If you’re in the present time, just call me back. Now. 

[hit-the-rhodes]

Let’s Do The Time Warp Again || Matt & Rhodey || Wildcard Wednesday 5

There was chaos in the streets. Of course there was, this was New York, but most times, the chaos could be explained -- a new store opening, a fight between supers breaking out, an alien army falling from the sky, things of that sort.

This time, the chaos was because it couldn’t be easily explained. People had disappeared without rhyme or reason, it appeared, and those left behind were not, it seemed, taking it well. It didn’t seem to be wide spread over the county, affecting only those who were in New York City at the time, so the President was fine, but that still left New York City in the lurch. Rhodey climbed in his armor, and started scanning low over the buildings, looking for unusual energy readings or big red signs or anything that could shed light on the situation.

“Mac,” he started, addressing his suit, “text Tony and make sure he knows to start counting the people he cares about, make sure they’re all okay.”

He saw someone on a rooftop, and touched down in front of them. People on rooftops were generally either heroes or villains, and if he wasn’t just a petty thief taking advantage of the chaos, he might have more information about what was going on.

“Hello?”

[snarkyspider]

Dinner with the Dinos || Billy & Peter || Wildcard Wednesday 5

Peter had been on his way over to meet Billy in Little Italy for a slice of that pizza. In fact, they’d actually just met up, and started walking, when Peter’s spider sense started tingling. He’d only just started wondering how he could politely leave to check it out when he felt... something.

“Um. What the hell?”

There were no buildings anywhere. They were in a... forest? But the forest wasn’t filled with the typical trees that Peter saw scattered around the city and clumped in Central Park. They looked more like ferns, if anything. There were large footprints that Peter didn’t want to think much about when he looked around, and boulders bigger than he was.

“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Peter muttered to himself. He looked over to where Billy was, and then scrambled for his phone. No signal.

“So... this happened.”

[lucillebrass]

Listen || Steve & Lucille || Wildcard Wednesday 5

Lucille, bodyguard next to her, was treating herself to a coffee out after a long afternoon. It was one of the few things she still allowed as an indulgence; with the sheer number of times she had been attacked, she’d stopped going out as ‘herself’ for the most part. Even now, she had a baseball cap, dark shades and a dark designer hoodie on. It didn’t do much, but people were looking for very specific things to identify her by. Her hair, which was a style specific to her in her world and her face were both obscured, and her tendency to high fashion -- which the hoodie was not.

The streets of New York were pushy and full of people. Lucille used to love walking them, but this time, it was a designated bustle from where she was to the car. Her bodyguard was watching, just a step behind her, and Lucille changed her step slightly to avoid crashing into someone. Their hands still touched, though, and Lucille would have shrugged that off... except when she took her next step, her surroundings looked vastly different.

She’d been in downtown Manhattan the moment before, in the Financial District. There were skyscrapers everywhere, with modern cars and advertisements and businesses. Now? There were cars in front of her she couldn’t place. They looked brand new, but then a Model T rushed down the road.

What the fuck was going on?