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[lukefuckingcage]

WHO: lukefuckingcage, Mighty/West Coast/New Avengers.
WHERE: Avengers Mansion.
WHEN: Six o'clock, 8/31/2010.
WARNINGS: Shouting and threatening to kill members of Pietro's family.
SUMMARY: The Avengers need a game plan. Luke barges in to get the ball rolling. Tag yourselves in. There will be a main post done by Luke and it can offshoot into several mini-threads

Comments

I see those warnings. :|

[oncemercurial]

Ah. You're here.

[Pietro arrived a few seconds after Cage. His legs had healed up enough to make the short run from the apartment to the mansion with minimal trouble. The last time Pietro was here, it had been a rather awkward experience. No one wanted to discuss the elephant that had loomed over them all. He didn't really anticipate that this meeting would be any better, though perhaps they wouldn't have to be quite so guarded. That was probably for the better. Between his injured legs and the medications for it, he didn't think he had the patience to mince words.]

best warnings ever :3

[mockingbirdie]

[Bobbi, for one, welcomed this little get together. She'd been going stir crazy since she'd arrived, and honestly, she'd contemplated just disappearing on her own before Clint had shown up. No one would have noticed anyway, she was certain of it, and she could have continued doing what she did best all on her own. Still, she didn't want to see the Avengers fail. Especially not when there was a team of pretenders lurking around, claiming to be the real thing.

This was all such a giant freaking mess.

And who the hell was in charge anyway?

It was infuriating at the most, annoying at the least, and thinking about it made Bobbi want to mush an avocado. At the sound of the buzzer, she left her freshly mashed bowl of homemade guacamole on the kitchen counter and strolled leisurely to the door, cocking a brow when she saw the pair of them standing there.]

Bienvenidos, gentlemen. Come on in.

mandatory warnings

[lukefuckingcage]

You don't live here? [ Luke didn't budge when Pietro stopped beside him. He just looked on confused that the guy wasn't shacking up with Tony either. Huh.

He also knew Pietro was a pain in the ass to talk to and was thankful when Bobbi answered the door. ]

Hey girl. [ He smiled wearily and welcomed himself in. ] Fancy place.

so not cool >|

[oncemercurial]

No, I do not. [Pietro answered with a frown and didn't elaborate further. Bobbi was a welcomed distraction, actually.]

Bobbi. It's been quite a while.

[He followed Luke in, vaguely displeased expression not lifting. Oh well, better to be on with it.]

but totally necessary :/

[mockingbirdie]

Long time no see.

[She shut the door behind them, heading back to the kitchen. That seemed a good a place as any to congregate until the others arrived.]

It's real swanky, isn't it. [She shrugged mildly, heading back to her guacamole.] Make yourselves at home. I have no idea where everyone else is. Though, if I recall, pizza was promised. I'm sure that'll draw them out of hiding.

boo hoo hoo :(

[lukefuckingcage]

[ He only spent a few hours in the mansion back home before chaos struck as usual. Luke got a good look at the place, noting some of the similarities in style and decoration. The kitchen felt more like home--the main meeting place. ]

Give me a phone and I'll order it right now.

Clint has no idea whose side he's going to be on for this one.

[70_pull_weight]

I want pepperoni on mine.

[ Yes, he was walking past the kitchen and heard about the pizza. It got his attention. Also getting his attention: Quicksilver doesn't look happy. Well, more not happy than usual. ]

What's going on?

how many sides are there?

[oncemercurial]

Hello to you as well, Barton.

[Pietro didn't actually care what kind of pizza they ordered. In fact, he saw the whole food-angle as something of a distraction from the actual purpose of this meeting.]

We're discussing our future as a team, and the true Avengers' failure to do much of anything in this dimension.

at least nine, possibly ten.

[mockingbirdie]

Or we will be. Once the others get off their asses and get in here.

[It was like they couldn't tell time or something. Or maybe this was just a symptom of the real problem. None of them were even on the same page, the lack of communication was making itself well known tonight. Impatiently, Bobbi handed Luke her phone so he could order their dinner.]

[godofnicehair]

[A strong gust picked up outside, seemingly from nowhere, as Thor landed in front of the mansion. It was simultaneously heartening to see something familiar and disappointing to see that it wasn't quite the same, which also brought up the troubling question of how long his friends had been here.

It would be good, at any rate, to see them all gathered in one place, as one team. He pressed the buzzer, hoping obscurely that Jarvis would answer.]

[lukefuckingcage]

[ Luke dialed the local pizza hut and rambled off their orders. When he hanged up, he turned to the (now three) Avengers; ] I'm expecting you all to chip in on the tab.

And right on cue. I'm guessin' that ain't the pizza man. You want to get it, Bobbi?

[oncemercurial]

[Were Pietro feeling more like himself, he would have dashed off to the door before they had the chance to discuss it further. Painkillers could only do so much however, so he stayed in place, all but rolling his eyes when Luke brought up the pizza. Again.]

Are you truly so preoccupied with food?

[mockingbirdie]

[Bobbi didn't dignify either of them with a response, shaking her head mildly as she made for the door. Suffice to say she was a little taken aback when she was met by the god of thunder himself.]

Well, looky who decided to show up late. Come on in, big guy, we've got chips and guacamole in the kitchen and the pizza's on its way.

[70_pull_weight]

Maybe we haven't gotten anything done because we're all too busy making pointedly passive-aggressive statements at each other.

[ Clint crosses his arms across his chest, and there's a beat of silence before he continues. ]

Also, the last time I went after one of the "Avengers" here, he started killing kids.

[oncemercurial]

My statement was hardly passive-aggressive, Barton. Your attempts to expand your pitiable vocabulary are admirable, and yet ever unsuccessful.

[Pietro fixed Clint with a look before jerking his head in the general direction of the hall.]

I'm sure there's a story behind that anecdote, but for the moment we have more immediate discussions to which we should attend, no?

time paradox!

[godofnicehair]

[Thor was almost as taken aback at being accused of lateness, which accusation he took seriously as he followed her in. The mansion seemed quieter than he'd expected, for the number of Avengers who should've been present - he paused in the kitchen doorway to see who was missing.]

My apologies, friends. I meant no slight. Where are the others?