The Sum of our Parts - Starfox, Black Widow/Sif, Thor/Brand, Moondragon, Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver, Dr. Strange, Captain Marvel I, Beast
(( Okay kids, this thread is going to be MASSIVE so I’ve gotta set up a few rules we can adhere to in order to keep it going.
First of all, if you don’t want in on this thread, please tell me/us asap preferably by the ooc blog and the next person will go and take you out of the posting order.
Second, I want to reiterate that the size of your reply doesn’t matter. If your character only has a few words to say, that’s fine - you don’t have to write three paragraphs about them shifting in their seat slightly in order to have your character say something (though if you want to do that, go for it!)
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Okay, that should be it! Avengers, assemble! And, uh, let me know if I forgot anyone. godxfthunderthor xwarriorxsif imjustadudewithabow awidowskiss moveslikelightning wanda-thescarletwitch mxxndragxn thanos-of-titan savagescholar strange-sorcerer))
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And with that, Moon Knight had suddenly and simply disappeared into the ether as he was wont to do, so the Avengers meet in their conference room high up in the Tower. The consensus was that as usual they served as their own security.
While Eros - no, Starfox - had suggested the meeting, he was in no way planning to conduct it. One nice thing, of course, about Avengers meetings was that even though (back in his day) there was an agreed-upon leader, the meetings tended to be egalitarian in their time allowance, and everyone was allowed to speak. Sometimes things got heated, sure, but there was always someone to bring everyone back on track.
Even Starfox had played that role a few times, strange as it always was to his colleagues to see the cheerful, happy-go-lucky Titan so intensely serious.
That was how he should have been right now - on top of his game like the Avenger and the son of Mentor that he was. As the situation became clearer (though it was still anything but), it became more dire, and with what Kelley told him it became more complicated as well. He was not. In a frivolous mood, of course; he was distressed just as he should be. The problem was that he was not only distressed, but also distracted.
Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder if his brother was right; if emotion and sentiment were weaknesses and susceptibility to them a sign of incompetence. Eros, of course, waxed poetic about the strength and unsung importance of feelings, but perhaps when it came time to buckle down, they really were a hindrance.
He was pacing in the empty, beautifully sunlit room as he contrived a half-hearted explanation for the reason his best friend had spurned him - looking him in the eyes and then quite literally running away, which was something Eros had never seen the Kree do before. Perhaps their friendship had not been a ‘long con,’ but instead (if the universe revolved around Eros) a long lesson; a lesson many had tried to teach him along the years - don’t love too much. Love was a vulnerability. The multiverse was in peril from an unknown force perhaps as powerful of not more powerful than the Beyonders, and all Eros could think about was hurting someone’s feelings.
Starfox shook his head as if to clear his mind, coming to a stop in his pacing to look out onto the massive city. That was what the universe was about. Millions of people blithely going about their little lives, brains evolved to ignore existential dangers and to quickly forget massive tragedies and trauma. Thanos would look at them as so many insignificant ants, and would readily squash them under his heel with disdain. If the Mad Titan were to be in this, it would be for himself - he did not understand that these people needed to be forgetful of danger and suffering in order to survive and to keep building. Thanos was too self-absorbed to empathize; Thanos was too arrogant to realize that what ants built when they worked together was so astoundingly impressive and was far beyond the sum of their parts; Thanos was too conceited to see that the reason was that every individual was a universe in and of themselves. Who, then, had the hubris - or, even more terrifying, the power, to consider themselves greater than av quadrillion universes?
Who besides his brother, that was. His brother, who he had intended to find out from Mar-Vell how to contact so he could fulfill his promise to President Kelley. But he hadn’t even gotten the chance. Had the nonsense spewing from the empath’s drained mind so deeply affected that foreign version of the dead man; had their bond truly so weakened the Kree’s resolve and heroic spirit?
It was no secret that if Eros hated anything at all, he hated his powers. Thor, Sif, Groot and that strange, selfless Mar-Vell would have been fine without him using his powers on the creatures coming from the void. In fact, it was unclear if his powers had an effect at all - except for making him into the monster he no doubt became when he used them too much and completely drained himself of pleasure and happiness - a state that very well could have ruined their chances at stopping the end of the multiverse with how it - how Eros had so negatively affected one of its greatest heroes.
Starfox bonked his forehead against the glass panel in another attempt to stop wallowing in self-pity. Sure, mistakes had been made on his part, but that was in the past. Yes, two key players, Thanos and Mar-Vell, were currently inaccessible to him because of his own shortcomings, but there were other Avengers who could contact them - and if not, well, they were the Avengers and saving the universe was part of the job description.
He hoped that, despite his inability to follow through with his promise to President Kelley, the information that Kelley had provided him with - awareness of the Foesitians, and the power of the rod that lay broken in the transparent Titanian lockbox currently set upon the metal table, could be useful to his teammates, or better yet expanded upon by them. This was a meeting to determine where the team stood: what they knew, what they needed to find out, and what they would do moving forward to save the multiverse.
His arms were folded behind his back and he was still leaning his forehead against the window; therefore, he only noticed the Black Widow walk in via her reflection on the glass panel. It had been a criminally long time since he'd seen her -- though it was entirely possible that she'd seen him plenty in that time. He straightened, getting his head off the glass.
“Mm, I’m glad it’s no longer fashionable to be late,” Starfox greeted with precisely irreverent gesticulation as he turned around, feeling the presence of a pressure spot on his forehead that the vain man just knew was red but also knew would disappear in a few seconds.