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Hawkeye, the new face for Target.
Antarctica || Open - Call To Arms Arc
"Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; one equal temper of heroic hearts, made weak by time and fate, but strong in will. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield." - Ulysses
FEBRUARY 20 0730 HRS
Tony checked his phone one final time before he put it in his pocket, he glanced over at the others around him who jumped onto the hardpack snow, creating a loud whump! sound.
"I know it's really obvious to say this, but it is fucking cold." He said as he turned to look at the rest of the crew, heading over and helping pull out the white painted hovercrafts they were going to use to travel across the icy planes.
A Call To Arms (Part 2)
Tony heard the buzz of his phone, for once, waking him from a normally deep sleep. He felt movement behind him, Bruce's arms pulling him closer, making a noise of protest before nuzzling into the back of his neck. The billionaire couldn't help but smile, taking his phone from the bedside table before turning slightly, giving the man a small kiss on the forehead before looking back at his phone and noticing a number of emails.
He frowned slightly, looking over at the small number on his phone February 19, 2013. Gulping, and feeling a slight pain in his chest, and dread, Tony slowly slipped out of the bed, trying to be careful in his movement to stop the younger man from completely waking. He slid a pillow in the man's arms before sitting at the edge of the bed, the light of his phone dull, nothing in comparison to the light of the arc reactor.
Tony scrolled through the emails, all of which regarding his request for help for a mission in Antarctica, a mission he'd lead, he'd finish and one he knew he definitely needed help for, if there was any chance of survival.
Barton, Banner, Romanoff and a new agent, Weimaer. He had covered all the bases really, which meant really only one thing. He was ready. The team had been assembled, and they were going to leave.
On Bruce's birthday.
Later that day...
Tony was back at Stark Tower, the team assembled - if he were in the mood to joke he'd call them all knights of the round table. All seated, the man clicked his fingers and instantly, screens lit up around them.
"Like I said, we'll be heading to Antarctica, I've had a word with the Wilkes Ice Station and SHIELD liaison, we'll be using their base and equipment to get to the cavern where my weapons are." He said, gesturing to a screen. He took a deep breath. "It's going to be a fair bit of a dive, I've got the equipment sorted though, thermal-electric suits, Stark Tech's finest to enable us to deal with the near-freezing water." He gestured over to the boxes near them before he looked back at the screen. "We've received word of ice caverns, routes that we may be able to take, or ones we'll be able to create to head to the location in question."
A blank area lit up on the map. "I couldn't get a complete read, whoever has my weapons, they're good - damn good. What with ionospheric conditions deteriorating, they've been using the solar flare activity to their advantage. We were lucky to even get this well of a read. Especially given the likelihood of it being underground."
He noted questioning looks around the table.
"The best way to endure polar weather, is to live under it." He said, clicking his fingers again as the holograms changed, displaying the array of weapons that they were to find. They were the deadliest of his weapons, some classified - not even displayed to the public, to the government. Stane seemed to have done a bit more dirty dealing than Tony had liked, not to mention all the nuclear weaponry, despite being submerged, if anything were to ever happen, the destructive power would be...well, Tony didn't want to think about it.
"And as you can see, with what they're hiding, we need to find these quick." He gave them all a manilla folder, documents they needed, information they may want.
He paused, feeling a sting of guilt as his phone beeped once more, showing a reminder for Bruce's birthday party that evening. Keeping a stoic face, he looked around. He had to be completely focused for this mission, despite that feeling of loss he couldn't shake away.
"We're leaving tonight."
//NOTE: I'll be writing the open for the mission later today. If anyone else wants in don't hesitate to ask.
>> OOC: Getting all feelsy already from all the people responding to the initial post for my mainverse story arc
For those who replied to the email thread, this is the initial post:
Call To Arms (Part 1)
I'll be posting the opening for the mission tomorrow. Basically it's somewhat following things that are happening in Matthew Reilly's book 'Ice Station'.
The tl;dr is the following
The team will go to an ice station that's close to the location
The location of his weapons is in a cavern, to get to it, they have to dive (there's a diving bell) 3000ft into the water and swim up to the cavern
Shit will happen, there is going to be chaos - this won't be an easy mission and chaos. Chaos that I'd like myself to write and you
Tony will not return with the others from this mission - he will return after, but he will have stayed to get rid of his weapons. I completely intend for Tony to be the only one left behind.
Any other Q's please feel free to contact me, and my skype is 'pony.stark' if you want to discuss stuff. This is for my main story arc in the Bruce/Tony universe.
Barton. Did you want something from Doom?
M!A Blood // Clint
It was horrid. The fact he reached all the tea and crackers he had in that day gone from his stomach. Nothing helped, no tea or pills kept his stomach behaving. Tail flicked as he let out an aching moan. Licking lips he closed his eyes. Something crossed through his mind. The want of blood, the need to much like a animal feed on something living to gain sustenance. I that moment he knew he was going to have a long night. Even more so since he would be alone, and stay that way simply so he didn’t hurt anyone he cared about for his control was on a very thin line.
Clint didn’t know why he felt like saying hi to Kurt, but he didn’t question it. He’s trying to be more social, to an extent, and hang out with the x-men from time to time. He knocked on the other’s door that he was at last time and waited. “Hey, Kurt. It’s me, open up!”
Being alone was what he needed and now the man he did hold some respect for was knocking on his door. Stomach growled hunger biting at him as eyes rolled and he closed them. He could put up a mask and fake it right? Be polite and pleasant in all things and not give in. Stalking over he opened the door and flashed his normal charming smile. "Hallo Clint how are you?"
