rogue_star:

This isn't quite according to plan, but its far better than nothing. The Exiles have been given a little bit of downtime in this world to recover, before their next mission. So she has a little bit of time with Molly, anyway. And a night out with her best friend, said best friend's boyfriend, and, of course, a date. A real honest to goodness date. Despite being in a wheelchair, Sarah is on cloud nine.

Or being wheeled across cloud 9 when Molly has time to get to it, anyway, since Sarah is still needing a lot of help, til the third degree burns finish healing. So far, Molly hasn't seemed to mind - which continually amazes her.

ng_independent:

They had arrived at Earth and had orbited for awhile before Empress had selected her targets. It had taken some time. She didn't want just ANYONE. They had to be among the best. She WOULD win the gladiatorial games this time. NOTHING would stop her. Not even a small thing like gender.

Empress didn't care if it was cheating. The only thing that mattered was winning and she would win this time.

The teleporters were activated and the selected targets were beamed directly to the lab. There they underwent a little transformation and were given attitude readjustments and then put into a holding cell.

The men would wake up in the holding cell to find a few changes.

weavingwizard:

Daniel never asked for help when it came to his father. He had just disappeared into his lab one day after helping out with some other stuff. Then he left a few days latter smelling like he hadn't bathed in a few days without a word.

Like that he was gone. Not a word or hint. He should have said something. People can yell at him latter.

Right now though? It's been a week. No sign of the young wizard nor any word.


Just what was up with Daniel?

nextgen_media:

"We interrupt this regularly scheduled program to bring you this breaking report. It seems like a giant, what can only be called a citadel, rose from the very ground itself and covered almost the entire area of Central Park just moments ago. The monstrosity seems to be composed completely out of stone and there are no discernible entrances. What appears to be people on flying robotic horses circle the citadel. Who built this and to what end has yet to be discovered."

next_avenger:

James was going to ask Valeria if she wanted to go out, but he decided that staying in would be better. Staying in with junkfood, bad movies and curling up on the couch was even better. He was going to stay at the condo, but Mom and Tony could use some quiet time together so he headed over to the Avengers Mansion.

Junkfood. Check. Drinks. Check. Bad movies. Check. Classics such as Mansquito, Mega Shark vs Giant Octopus, Alien Apocalypse, Basilisk: The Serpent King, Kraken: Tentacles of the Deep and his personal favorite, Hellhounds

James left a message for Val and then stretched out on the couch. A bowl of popcorn sat on his stomach and a glass of milk sat on the floor next to the couch.

Basilisk: The Serpent King was playing on the large screen tv.

anyastark:

Anya rubbed her eyes and then looked at the laptop screen. This piece of code was giving her problems beyond measure. Coding was never this hard, but for some reason it was just not coming to her today. Sneakers played on the television and she was camped out on the couch in the living room.

Dad was still at work. Mom was napping (weird that she actually slept now) and Dork #2 was still in school. It was quiet in the Stark household. Which usually meant that something would happen to cause a boom.

Anya blinked a few times. Maybe it was time to take a break when the letters on the screen started running together and got blurry. She looked at the clock. It was close to three in the afternoon. Just around the time Steve was getting out of school.

She smiled. She knew exactly what she was going to do. A quick call downstairs for a car and then she ran to get changed.

Twenty minutes later she was leaning against the car waiting for Steve to come out of the building. She ignored the looks from the students coming out. She was who she was and she was leaning against a Town Car waiting for her boyfriend. Nothing special.

borntolead:

Take it easy. That's what they told Charlie when they released him from the medical bay. Take it easy. Don't overwork yourself. Rest.

He couldn't do that. Not after the way he screwed up. He couldn't "take it easy". He couldn't just lie around on the game room couch, watching t.v.

Charlie made his way to the workout room, ignoring the aching pain still shooting through his entire body. He couldn't sit still. No-he didn't WANT to sit still. His teammates often poked fun at him about his "workout addiction". Normally, he'd just laugh along with them, but right now? Charlie didn't want to deal with any of that. Right now, he just wanted to blow off steam, and take out some of that pent-out frustration on a punching bag.

When he entered the workout room, Charlie placed his shield next to one of the weight benches. He shouldn't be lifting weights without a spotter. He shouldn't be benching that much. Hell, he shouldn't be lifting weights at all.

Toni had been kidnapped by those Dark Rider bastards. Toni had been kidnapped, and he couldn't stop them. He tried, but it wasn't could enough. He tried, and he got his ass handed to him.

They said that it wasn't his fault. His parents told him. His teammates. Everyone. They told him that he was overpowered, and they didn't blame him. Once they knew where she was, they'd go and get Toni.

He didn't believe them. He fucked up big time. He could've stopped Toni from being kidnapped. He let her down, and the entire team.

It was all his fault.

Not caring how much he was sweating already, Charlie continued to bench weights, ignoring the sharp pain shooting through his entire body.

anyastark:

Anya paced back and forth in the small cell. She was bored. Lady Mandarin and Temujin were gone, but she was being kept here for observation for awhile. At least they had given her the (modified) Kindle she owned.

Though right now she was tired of reading. She just wanted her laptop. If she had her laptop she could be writing code and right now she'd worship the person who brought the laptop to her. She could at least distract herself a little better not to mention get some of the projects she had been meaning to do finished.

She had hoped Sarah would be down to visit so Anya could beg for forgiveness. It tore at her heart and her soul what she did to Sarah. There was penance that needed to be done and forgiveness that needed to be begged for.

They could have at least given her a cell phone so she could talk to people.

Anya grumbled and kept pacing.

swashbuckler:

Steve was just a little worried.  He hadn't heard from Anya in a couple days, either by phone or e-mail.  He knew she sometimes ignored both, but...

Something in his gut, what his dad jokingly called "Hawkeye senses", though, was nagging at him.  And since the last time anything with Anya had happened it had nearly sent Toni into a panic, calling her was out.

So he was going to have to either talk to Anya's dad (scary) or her mom (more scary).

He picked up the phone and dialed the Stark's number.

anyastark:

Anya was spending the day being lazy. Which for her meant camped out on the couch with her laptop and some movies. She hadn't moved off the couch in quite awhile and she didn't intend to move any time soon. She had worked her ass off in the past month to finish up her Independent Study work a week early so she had a break before classes started. New York was home and she needed to be home for awhile.

Her new armor was waiting to be finished and there were new nightclubs to check out, but today she was just going to be lazy. Which meant kicking back and working on coding projects that she had been meaning to do when she got some free time. From Russia With Love was playing on the television, but she didn't pay it much attention. She really didn't need to. She had the thing memorized.

The penthouse was rather quiet for a Sunday. Mom was...somewhere in the penthouse. Anya would guess the gym, but she thought she recalled seeing Mom head into her bedroom. Dad was in the lab of course. Eliza had moved to New Orleans and Dork 2 was...she didn't know where James was. Not even a peep out of Prince Dork.

Her stomach rumbled and she briefly thought about moving to see if there were any leftovers in the fridge. That would require moving though. Maybe in a little bit. Or better yet, maybe a family member would wander by and get her something to eat. There was also takeout.

Later. Anya would eat later once she finished this part of code she was working on. Maybe she'd see if Steve was up for dinner.

borntolead:

The Quinjet has been landed and secured in a location where the Avengers can locate it easily.

And thanks to the internet, they're already at the first wedding chapel on Charlie's list, The Temple of Love. Quick 'n easy, while maintain some level of class at the same time. Perfect for Anya.

Inhaling, Charlie threw the doors open, the rest of the Avengers behind him.

"I OBJECT!"

Only to find that the couple currently in standing in front of Elvis exchanging vows aren't Anya and Steve.

anyastark:

Anya came out of the large walk-in closet carrying two dresses. She couldn't decide and she was running out of time. Their flight would be leave in about three hours and Anya didn't want to miss it. Flying commercial sucked, but they were at least going first class.

A weekend away with Steve. She had given him a weekend away for Christmas and now she was delivering on that gift. Coincidentally there was a concert in Vegas that Steve would be interested in going to. Aerosmith was playing one of their final concerts with Stephen Tyler as their front man and Anya couldn't let Steve miss this.

Vegas was close to LA and after the concert they could hop a flight to LA and attend the Golden Globes on Sunday night. It was a plan.

The door to her room opened and she smiled when she saw Steve.

"I know. I'm trying to finish packing, but I can't decide which dress to wear in Vegas."

swashbuckler:

In the weeks following the battle to free the various women from the Deviants, Steve had seen almost no super-heroic action.  It was as though the world of crime had decided to take a bit of a holiday break.  He'd continued to take his regular doses of growth formula, just in case, but had only had one call to change size during that time.

Now, though, he entered the training room, ready for a giant-sized work out.  He concentrated, getting ready to push himself to his nominal fifteen feet fighting height.  He felt the usual tingle run through his body and then...  pain.  It started in his guys but quickly spread to the rest of his body, feeling like his every nerve was on fire.  He couldn't move, his muscles felt locked, couldn't even cry out in pain or cry out for help.

He saw the floor coming up to meet him (or was he coming down to meet it?  He couldn't tell) but could not do anything to stop it.  He hit the floor with a hard thud.

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nextgen_deviant:

The brides were clad in white and lined up in front of the altar. A semi-circle of priests stood behind the brides and were chanting. The magic in the air became more powerful as the priests chanted. A small circle appeared in the air before the brides and started to get bigger.

Standing behind the priests was a large group of deviants. They were witnessing the rebirth of their god into the mortal realm. It was an honor and privilege to be witness to this historic moment.

nextgen_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

nextgen_holiday:

The grand ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel on 57 East 57th street was festively decorated for the holidays. A series of lit candles on every table gave off warm light and the dulcet tones of a jazz ensemble filled the room.

People, the upper elite of New York society, Hollywood celebrities, musicians, politicians and New York’s own superheroes moved around the room. People sat at tables and talked, while some moved gracefully around the large dance floor.

Tables loaded with unwrapped and unopened toys lined one wall and at one end stood a very large decorated Christmas tree. Wrapped presents sat under the tree, but they were just empty boxes wrapped for decoration. Mistletoe hung from the ceiling near the tree and people stopped to kiss.

The air was light and the mood happy and festive.

anyastark:

It had been a very busy week, but things were finally ready for Steve’s party. Misha and Charlie had taken him out so they could decorate the mansion and get all the tables for food set up. Once the tables were set up, there were enough hands to get all the trays of food out on the tables in very little time.

Anya wouldn’t have asked Jarvis to cook so much, so it had been catered. Jarvis had insisted on making the cake though.

Hor'dourves consisted of cocktail shrimp, chicken satay, beef satay, peking dumplings, pigs in a blanket among a few. Pizzas, a wide selection of various Chinese food selections, chips, pretzels, Doritos, popcorn, cola, diet cola, root beer, Sprite, punch (unspiked), and cider (not hard) were also available for consumption. There was even a chocolate fountain with pieces of fruit available for dipping.

Brightly colored balloons and streamers filled the rec room along with a large banner saying ‘Happy Birthday Steve’. It was hanging over the tables. One table was set aside for gifts and many brightly colored packages filled the table.

Now all they had to do was wait for the birthday boy to arrive.

mishaloganovich:

A promise is a promise, and Misha promised to help divert the brat's boyfriend while she set up the surprise party. Although if Steve couldn't figure out what was going on, he wasn't bright enough to be Anya's boyfriend.

He even promised not to scare him off, but that was okay. Anya could be scary enough by herself.

He showed up to collect Steve, with Charlie as a chaser, for a few hours' of talk at a family style bar. He could get a beer, Steve could have a soda, and they could good-naturedly rib each other about who was the B-Team these days.

It was the Avengers, of course. Junior X-Men, pound per pound, were far more powerful than the PeeWee Avengers.

swashbuckler:

Turnabout was, as they said, fair play.  So Steve had gathered the Avengers guys (and put in a call to Vincent of the FF since Val and Andrea had attended the girls' night, as well as Misha), set up the projector, provided plenty of unhealthy snakes, and generally had quite the time playing party planner. 

"All right, gentlemen," he said to assembled group, "and I use the term loosely in some of your cases, we are here for one purpose and one purpose in particular.  Last week, our colleagues in crime fighting conducted the time honored tradition of "Rate the Hunks" amongst those of us on the Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, and Defenders.  So tonight, we men-folk must unite...

"And...

"Rate...

"the...

"Babes!"

borntolead:

It was a good thing that Charlie didn't have classes on Tuesdays. Because he certainly would missed all of them. Groggily, he rolled out of bed, and looked over at the clock. Almost two-thirty. Yawning, he picked a shirt that was lying on up off the floor of his room and a pair of jeans hanging off of his bed, and threw them on.

Running a hand through his hair, he made his way into the kitchen of the Mansion and started fixing some breakfast. Or lunch.

nextgen_misc:

The city of London was seeing something straight out of a few horror films. A combination of a Romero zombie film and An American Werewolf in London, sort of. Zombies shambled and shuffled through the streets of London searching out delicious, juicy, squishy brains. Howls drifted up over the sounds of the city from North Surrey in the south to Enfield in the north part of the city. Werewolves and zombies littered the streets and the citizens rightfully locked themselves inside. Any civilian outside was considered fair game and prey to the monsters now roaming the city.

A seedy looking man stood outside of Lillywhites in Piccadilly Circus holding what looked to be a piece of very old parchment. He read the page and the unlucky citizens that happened to be passing by transformed into werewolves or zombies.

anyastark:

The Avenger and the Fantastic Four girls (and one non-Avenger girl) were camped out in the rec room of the mansion. Normally it'd be the Hydrobase but there was no Jarvis out there and Anya wasn't allowed out there, so they took over the mansion rec room instead. Shopping, Anya's favorite past time, was out due to it being Black Friday. Not even she was brave enough to face the crowds, even in armor. So it was an all-day movie marathon.

The Princess Bride was just finishing and Anya looked to the other girls. "What do we want next?"

anyastark:

Anya had managed to catch the last train out of Boston to New York. It didn't arrive in New York until 2:20am, but she didn't care. She didn't sleep much and was usually awake that time of the morning anyway. All that mattered was that she was going home for a long weekend. She had one class on Wednesday, but she had made arrangements with her professor and handed her assignment in early. It had been almost two weeks since she had been home and it was the only place on the entire planet she wanted to be.

Anya missed her family, as crazy as they were, her friends and Steve. God, she had missed him. A week and a half felt a few times longer than it had been. She wanted nothing more than to see him, wrap her arms around him and kiss him. IMs, phone calls and even video calls were pale substitutions for being with him. At least she had learned to look the clock before IM or calling. When she first moved to Boston, she would IM or call him when she thought of it, not realizing that at times it was the middle of the night and some people actually did that sleeping thing. Steve had been a good sport about it, but she wasn't going to keep interrupting his sleep. Some people needed more than four hours a day.

She walked through Penn's Station with her bag over a shoulder. She traveled light because she had closets full of clothes here. No reason to bring clothes with her. The only things she carried was her laptop, cell phone and wallet. It would only take a few moments to catch a cab and within twenty minutes she'd be at the mansion. Tomorrow she'd go to the condo. Mom and Dad can have one more night alone.

Anya ignored the people in the station as she walked toward the exit.

discardedheir:

The morning of Saturday, November 14 dawned. With the whole Fantastic Four family there, the chairs and a few minor decorations for the empty 29th floor of the Baxter building were easily set up. The rest of the guests would be arriving soon, Cassandra's friends among the Avengers.

Jennifer Walters had been kind enough to recommend the judge. Their license was in order. The bride was with the maid of honor and there was no word of any problems at the moment.

By noon, Cassandra would be his, officially. Scotty, too, to an extent.
If any outsider prevented that, Kristoff was not absolutely certain he could keep himself from ...a display of excessively bad manners.

redheadspy:

The trip to Moscow went rather smoothly. With all the kids in the jet, she would have expected some chaos, but after an hour or so in the air, they settled down. Some even slept, which was the best thing they could do with the timezone changes and all. Natasha read reports her nephew sent and had finished the stack of papers by the time they arrived in Moscow in the early morning.

The kids were given a car and driver along with a security detail and were given most of the day to explore Moscow. Natasha spent most of it with her nephew and his finacee. There was a brief meeting with Putin that she somehow managed to get through. Was it bad that she still wanted to shoot the man?

Dinner was a grand affair. A formal banquet with all the trappings and all of the kids were on their best behavior. There wasn't even any bickering between Misha and Anya. Natasha would take the small miracles when she could.

After dinner they retired to their rooms for an hour to change and freshen up. Natasha slipped into her second dress and made a quick call to Tony. Then she headed downstairs to the ballroom.

redheadspy:

From: Natasha Romanova Stark
To: Anya, Misha, Eliza, James
Subject: Important Dates

Cousin Mikhail's engagement party: Nov 7th, Moscow. We'll be leaving Friday at 3pm and return on Sunday. If you are bringing a date, please let me know so I can let Them know. If they need appropriate attire, let me know and I will take them shopping. If you don't want to go, let me know. Tony will be staying in New York.

Tony's birthday: November 18th. Lunch at 1pm. Decide on a place to go.


Love,
Mom

nextgen_adult:

Captain America called a meeting of the Young Avengers. As chairman of the Avengers it was his duty and responsibility to tell them what had happened with one of their own and the consequences. He waited in the conference room.

nightingalesong:

It's been a couple days since the assault on SHIELD. Nightingale hasn't been seen by the Avengers since then.

But eventually, things need to be sorted out. So against his own better judgment, Qamar uses Nightingale's Avengers pass to get into the Hydrobase, then finds himself approaching Sammy's room. He takes several seconds to calm his heart, then knocks on the door.

nextgen_misc:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

In New York every Halloween a charity masquerade ball was held. The proceeds benefited local charities that helped those who were more unfortunate than others.

anyastark:

Since her release from SHIELD custody Anya had been doing three things: going to class, school work and a little sleep thrown in for good measure. She'd grab food before leaving Boston and then lock herself in the lab at the Hydrobase once she got there. She would emerge the next morning to shower and head to class. Darwin and Schrodinger were the only two in the lab with her.

There was so much school work to catch up on. She had even stayed a few nights in Boston because she had to put in the required lab time for some of her classes. Thankfully her professors had been understanding about her absence (having a letter from Nick Fury helped) and allowed her to make up missed tests and work. Of course it also helped that Dad gave buttloads of money to MIT each year. It was nice to be rich and have the perks that came with it. Anya wasn't going to complain.

She called her parents every day to say hi and check up on Dad (she worried a lot). She called Misha as well. She had heard what happened with him and Mom and even though there was a ban on seeing her brother at the moment, she called to let him know she cared and missed him. She had a weakness for the Dork. Both of her dorky brothers actually and she was quite fond of her sister. She'd never admit it to anyone, but she really liked having siblings.

Anya picked at the Pad Thai she picked up earlier and focused on her Physics homework.

nextgen_misc:

Night was settling over the city and in S.H.I.E.L.D. Central the night shift was just coming on duty and settling in for the night. It looked like it was going to be a rather quiet night. Just like last night, the one before that, the one before that and so on.

swashbuckler:

Steve had, quite perplexingly, been unable to get a hold of Anya all day.  Following that, he'd tried to see if Toni had heard from her, and discovered that neither one of them had.  Further calls up and down the Young Avengers phone tree had left him unable to raise several other members as well.  Hardly any of the comm. cards were working, and with the few that he did, there was something funny about the line.  He knew just enough from his mom to know when a line was being tapped, and he suspected the YA cards were.

He'd gone out to check Hyrdobase, and found it deserted.  Plus, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

All of which had led him back to Avengers' Mansion, for lack of anything better to try.  Maybe one of the adults would know what was going on.

anyastark:

Anya climbed into the limo and collapsed onto the seat with a smile on her face. It had been a great night. The fundraiser for the museum had been a great success and the collection of treasures of the Russian Imperial family was now on display. Cousin Mikhail had made the trip from Russia specifically for this event, though Anya suspected he would be paying a visit to the family tomorrow or tomorrow evening.

It had been a nice party and a great excuse to go shopping. She had picked up a new dress, new shoes and there was a trip to the spa. So much had been happening between school and the Avengers, she had forgotten what it was like to play dress up. She always enjoyed doing it and would use any excuse to do so.

She was still smiling as she leaned back in the seat.

cosmic_son:

Not needing to sleep is definitely a benefit in preparing for an event of this size. The tables have been laid out on the lawns since last night, the chicken has been marinating, the burgers and brats are laid out, and the giant multi-section grill is all laid out. But his real work has been on the ribs. His latest experiment in building on his culinary hobby, he started them with a black pepper and cajun spice rub, moved on to homemade bbq sauce of hot and sweet pepper mix, and has been slow cooking the ribs most of the night.

All is about ready as the time arrives for people to start arriving, and Jarvis and his helpers have most of the tables set and the salads, condiments and party trays laid out. Informed of the time, Iason starts laying out the rest of the meat in segregated sections, readying to serve the first arrivals.

anyastark:

Since the trip to Tahiti Anya had been searching for something that Steve and she could do together for their first adventure in doing something together. There were a few charity events she had on her schedule for the Maria Stark Foundation and one for the Russian embassy, but she didn't want the first time out with Steve to be at a formal function. She knew he wouldn't be comfortable in a tux in a room full of rich people.

Then she remembered the Yankees were playing tonight against the Texas Rangers. It would be a perfect first...date? Was it a date? She wasn't sure what to call it. Semantics aside, it would be something the both of them could enjoy doing together and the family always had tickets.

She made some phone calls earlier to make the arrangements. When they weren't using the box, tickets were given out to Stark Inc employees to use. Anya didn't care if others were there, she just wanted to make sure there would be two seats for her and Steve. She also arranged for a car and driver.

There was a smile on her face as she went to look for Steve.

anyastark:

Anya had to admit to herself that it was a great way to spend the weekend and her birthday. Tahiti was absolutely perfect. It was just the kind of weekend they needed after that battle with the three hundred foot monster.

They left New York at 9pm and had a brief layover in LA to refuel the jet. Then they were back in the air and landing in Tahiti hours later. They all found bedrooms and crashed.

This morning afternoon Anya rolled out of bed, grabbed coffee and poured herself into a chaise on the beach. She had been in the same place ever since. Staff, a maid and a chef, were hired for the weekend so the house would stay relatively clean and they wouldn't starve. Not that they would starve, Anya just didn't want to make any of them have to worry about the cooking duties.

Anya yawned and thought about heading up to the house. Naw. It would require too much energy.

ngmastersofevil:

The attack on the Young Avengers had been successful. The Stark girl, the Rogers boy and the Rhodes girl were all successfully taken. Temujin would be along shortly to pick up the Starkling. Hadelinde would deal with the Rhodes girl and the Rogers boy would be executed. It had been a good day and was about to get better.

Egghead had set everything up in Times Square while Hadelinde and the others retrieved the three young Avengers.

Hadelinde and the rest arrived right after their successful attack on the Avengers. She dropped the Rogers kid in the middle of the hovering platform and turned toward the crowd in the streets below. Enforcer held the Stark girl. Stark would have a front row seat at her brother's execution. Frenzy held the Rhodes girl. Hadelinde would deal with her after this.

"Attention world," she said, her voice amplified by a small device attached to the neck of her suit. The event was also being transmitted around the world via satellite thanks to Egghead.

"Years ago Captain America killed my father. Today justice will be served as his son pays for his crime."

Hadelinde motioned for Enforcer to ready the Rogers kid. Egghead had constructed a modern guillotine. Hadelinde had always been a fan of be-headings.