#rebuildevent1

[the-m3chanic]

Finally, it seemed as if what he was saying about transparency seemed to be getting through. A peace talk was a step in the right direction, but where Tony hesitated was when he got checked for weapons at the door. A bunch of unarmed, enhanced people when the Syndicate was still at large was a recipe for disaster, but he couldn’t exactly argue with it, not when the Accords finally seemed to be going the right direction.

“Glad to see you here,” he said to the person who appeared beside him. He lifted another glass off the passing waiter’s tray and offered it to them. “You might need this once the talks get started.”

[barryallcnx]

Barry was able to catch the first person that fell beside him and lay them gently on the ground. The next one was a young boy across the room who’s eyes were fluttering shut as he tipped forward. He felt the lightning building up to a charge and was set to take off but without warning, it was gone and the floor came up to greet him instead. He groaned, looking up in a daze as he saw the gas sapping everyone of their powers and strength. Not again. He was having his powers stolen from him again.

More importantly, he pushed himself up, scanning the crowd for anyone in dire need of help. “No, they need help.” He waved off whoever was trying to help him up, his legs had never felt so weak but the civilians were having a much harder time and they needed to be saved if anyone was going to have hope left after this disaster.

[spidcrgwens]

This was a bad idea.

Gwen knew this was a bad idea and, really, she should’ve been at home on her couch catching up on the popular shows of this universe. But for some godawful reason, she was here instead. She wasn’t sure if it was her spider-sense or just general anxiety warning her to get as far away as possible, but whatever it was, she forced herself to ignore it. Whatever happened here, good or bad, she thought she needed to see it.

It was also a really, really bad idea.

Tapping her fingers rhythmically against her thigh, she turned to the person next to her with a smile. “At least there’s food, right? Think they’d give me a to go box if I asked? I’m way too poor to afford these kinda snacks on my own.”

[mocklngbirds-archive]

The facts were, unfortunately, simple enough that even a monkey could grasp them. For an entire twenty four hours, every single hero in this room would be rendered useless (unless she could somehow reverse the affects of the gas within that time frame). Goodbye super strength and enhanced healing, hello utter chaos! Bobbi should have seen it coming, they all should have, but hope blinded you. Somedays that was more apparent than others.

But now wasn’t the time to be overwhelmed with regrets. She’d save that for forty eight hours later, when the gas was out of her system, and hopefully New York would be safe.

On shaky legs, she forced herself to rise from the ground and approached the first person she laid eyes on. “Are you hurt? Can you breathe?” She asked immediately, unsure of how the gas would affect everyone else.

[futzyou]

“Okay, this looks bad,” Kate breathed. The entire room was panicking, it was hard not to get swept up in that. Especially when her head was swimming and her stomach felt like it was about to spew. “Probably shouldn’t have... last champagne was a bad idea,” she murmured, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. She swayed on her feet, catching herself at the last second on someone’s arm. “Futz, futz, futz,” she whispered. “Sorry, I’m sorry. We gotta do something.” 

[akagoddammit]

“Goddammit,” Jessica muttered, holding her hand close to her chest. It throbbed. Ached like it hadn’t since she was a teenager, when she’d learned just how far she could push her strength before it rebounded back onto her. And now it was gone? Shit. But there wasn’t time to think about that -- she kept pushing through the crowd. “Where the hell did they go?” she shouted, trying to make her way towards the stage. 

[stxrfirc-blog]

    Koriand’r had experienced death before.  She was no stranger to calling it, or coming close to it herself.  This time was different however.  They took her powers, made her weak... made her feel like a child again.  Her tan hand pounded against a window, until the skin around it was raw.  Frustration prevelent on the young aliens face.  A slur of words only another Tamaranean would understand.       She took a step back and grabbed a chair, throwing it against the wall and moving across the room sitting with her head pressed against her hands.  She swore when she had made it to earth all those years ago; she’d never feel as afraid and weak as she did that day yet here she was.   “I feel worthless.” She grumbled tears growing in her green eyes. 

[spydcrwoman]

She couldn’t use her powers. 

Once upon a time, Jess had prayed for this. In the beginning, when she’d terrified and completely out of control, she’d wanted nothing more than to be free of her powers. And now, here she was; powerless. 

Careful what you wish for, she thought bitterly. 

Jessica didn’t have her strength, couldn’t climb the walls or fly or use her venom blasts. But she was still an (ex) agent of SHIELD, goddammit. She could still do something. She had to. 

Quickly, she made her way to the person closest to her and knelt next to them, hands hovering cautiously over their form. “Are you okay? Can you stand?”