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[cap_a]

Steve's always been an early riser. 5 AM, he's out of bed and exercising.

Today, he ran a few miles, then returned to the Avengers gym for some work on the uneven bars. A shower later, and he's in his sweatclothes in the dining room with a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

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[sir_vancelot]

Vance isn't so much an 'early riser' as a 'never went to bed'-er. He's been out on patrol most of the night, checking street level contacts to see if anybody's seen the Ford kid. And rather than go home and wake Angelica, who might be annoyed, he's decided to swing by the Avengers mansion for a little while.

He pulled the headpiece of his uniform back, running his fingers through his hair as he stepped into the dining room. Finding Steve there, he smiled. "It might be a silly question, but is there any coffee made?"

[cap_a]

Steve smiles at him. "It's the Avengers mansion. Jarvis would be ashamed if he didn't have coffee ready first thing on the morning. Good morning, Vance."

He points the coffee pot. "Help yourself."

[sir_vancelot]

"Thanks, Cap." One of these days, he might--it's a big might--be able to call him Steve. Mr. Rogers just sounds too weird to his 'grew up on PBS' ear. "At least it was fairly quiet last night. Broke up some minor stuff." Still no sign of the boy, however.

[itsamace]

Eric had been through Hell in Asgard. He'd been put through the wringer, both physically and emotionally, but it was time to get back on the horse. At least he was in the best shape of his life at the moment, which was really pretty awesome. He could hit harder, go longer, and dodge faster than he ever could before. The cane was, now more than ever, just an affectation.

Plus, he needed to get his paperwork back from Steve. So here he was at the ass-crack of dawn holding a giant Starbucks coffee (now empty) and heading for the kitchen to get more.

If he was lucky, maybe he could re-open his architecture firm, start looking for clients, get a little business.

Earn an income again.

[ovaries_unite]

A bright flash of light fills the room, and fifteen bald women suddenly fill the room.

"Take them! Take them now!"

Moving like lightning, they jab towards each of the men present with small items in their hands, coursing with electricity.

[beastly_avenger]

"Oh my stars and garters! We're being invaded by a group of Moondragon groupies!" Hank quipped as he bounced backward, kicking off his shoes in the process, turning them into potent missiles against his foe.

He looked down as he landed to find the fur on his chest singed. He hadn't been quite quick enough. "Oh, that's going to be sore tomorrow..."

[ovaries_unite]

"Down, slaves!" one insists, swinging again.

[beastly_avenger]

"Now, now. Surely there is room for civil discourse. Shirley? You do look like a Shirley, though I suppose you might also be a Maybelle..."

Hoping that he could take the hit, Hank charged forward, ducking low and using his long arm to throw a punch, while at the same time catching the electrified weapon on his shoulder.

"Arrrgh!"

[edwin_jarvis]

Moments later, Jarvis steps into the room, bearing more french toast.

...that's odd.

All of them... gone? And signs of a struggle.

He hopes this isn't a sign of anything more than an impromptu training session. Still, best to be safe.

Leaving the french toast on the table, he heads back to the security systems to check on what happened in the dining room moments before.