0001 shift . arrival. holo
Becky didn't know where she was. She didn't know where her teammates were. She didn't know where anything was! Her mind spun! Her heart raced! She hugged her tiny, petite body and bit her lower lip, starting to chew anxiously. She tried to gather herself together completely, taking long deep breaths, closing her eyes, and relaxing her grip on herself. It was okay. It was all right. She was a super-hero, and super-heroes handled situations like this with grace and determination. She just needed...a minute. That was all. Right? Right! None of this silly-billy doubt, Rebecca Ryan! Stiff upper lip!
She inhaled, exhaled, then opened her eyes, ready to assess the situation.
First thing first, she was standing atop a metal platform in a strange, empty, cold room. Above her, the ceiling was covered in varieties of complex machinery, not unlike what she'd seen covering the rooms at Stark Industries and The Order's camp powering rooms. It was almost very eerie in a way, and Becky had to look away and search for something else to focus on. And for Becky, the constant second article to check over...was herself. She checked her body, her hair, her clothes (still there?) to be sure that nothing had gone missing, morphed, or any other type of odd happenings that she found possible in super-heroics.
"Well..." she noted the silver bracelet about her wrist and narrowed her eyes, scrunching up her nose a little.
"Hmm."
She ran a finger over the metal, tugging it a bit, finding its texture similar to that of the bracelets she'd worn in the past, but, oddly? "What is..." She couldn't take it off! She morphed her hand into that of a claw and tried to snap the metal in two, but still, it refused to be removed.
After ten minutes of grunting, multiple morphing, Becky gave up and returned her hand to normal.
"Gosh darnit!"
She made a fist and swung at nothing but air. "Ooo!" She swung on her heel and looked over her surroundings.
"Is this a test? Henry? Pepper? This really isn't fair to set up an unscheduled training session!" She made a frustrated noise from within her throat, and gave another shot at appraising her surroundings.
It was then she finally saw the pedestal. How had she not noticed it? She mentally berated herself for such sloppy detective skills when she'd been trained better by The Order. If Henry were here, he'd probably say something praise-worthy and lengthy about being able-minded on the field. Goodness. Becky already missed her booming, strict leader!
"Okay, let's try this again.." she approached the pedestal, where, as she got closer, something like a tablet sat atop. "What the hell is goin on..."
She inhaled, exhaled, then opened her eyes, ready to assess the situation.
First thing first, she was standing atop a metal platform in a strange, empty, cold room. Above her, the ceiling was covered in varieties of complex machinery, not unlike what she'd seen covering the rooms at Stark Industries and The Order's camp powering rooms. It was almost very eerie in a way, and Becky had to look away and search for something else to focus on. And for Becky, the constant second article to check over...was herself. She checked her body, her hair, her clothes (still there?) to be sure that nothing had gone missing, morphed, or any other type of odd happenings that she found possible in super-heroics.
"Well..." she noted the silver bracelet about her wrist and narrowed her eyes, scrunching up her nose a little.
"Hmm."
She ran a finger over the metal, tugging it a bit, finding its texture similar to that of the bracelets she'd worn in the past, but, oddly? "What is..." She couldn't take it off! She morphed her hand into that of a claw and tried to snap the metal in two, but still, it refused to be removed.
After ten minutes of grunting, multiple morphing, Becky gave up and returned her hand to normal.
"Gosh darnit!"
She made a fist and swung at nothing but air. "Ooo!" She swung on her heel and looked over her surroundings.
"Is this a test? Henry? Pepper? This really isn't fair to set up an unscheduled training session!" She made a frustrated noise from within her throat, and gave another shot at appraising her surroundings.
It was then she finally saw the pedestal. How had she not noticed it? She mentally berated herself for such sloppy detective skills when she'd been trained better by The Order. If Henry were here, he'd probably say something praise-worthy and lengthy about being able-minded on the field. Goodness. Becky already missed her booming, strict leader!
"Okay, let's try this again.." she approached the pedestal, where, as she got closer, something like a tablet sat atop. "What the hell is goin on..."