brit_sorcerer:

The annual tradition of Rate the Babe was usually held at the Avengers mansion, but this year it would be held at Excalibur's headquarters in London. Quinn was more than happy to play host and set up refreshments. There was of course plenty of beer and it was accompanied by pub food.

Quinn was already on his fourth beer when the guys started arriving.

charmedlife:

"Manny? Kelly?" Bea asked over the comms. "Could you meet me in the den?"

anyastark:

Iron Girl flew in through the missing wall and landed in what used to be her office. Her helmet opened and her armor started coming off. As the armor was coming off she did a quick survey of the wounds caused by the adamantium piercing her armor.

ng_underworld:

 Stephen Remus sat in the office of his penthouse, smoking a cigarette as he looked out the window.

"You have your team. You ready for your first outing?" Remus asked the figure behind him.

"Yes," came the audibly distorted voice. "We know where they'll all be."

Remus takes another drag of his cigarette before responding. "Good. You've all been practicing, let's see how you do against the real thing. Good hunting."

The sound of metallic boots are heard leaving as the figure goes to announce the mission's start.

anyastark:

"Well it was a good game," Anya said to Buck as the clock wound down to zero. The Ravens won the game, though she had been rooting for San Francisco. Her team, the Giants, didn't make it and she wasn't a fan of either game, but she was a fan of a good game and it had been one. They had watched the game from a luxury box with a very large spread of food and a wide variety of foods.

She had invited Buck of course, but also anyone from the Avengers, Big Hero 6, Champions, Thunderbolts, Alpha Flight, Nightstalkers, Defenders, Future Foundation, X-Men, anyone else who wanted to go and she even extended an invitation to the Genoshan embassy. After saving the world on almost daily basis, they could all use some fun and a chance to kick back and relax.

hotshot_hawkeye:

The objective was breathtakingly simple: Take out a warehouse full of black market weapons and tech that the bad guys had been using as a cache, but do it to a) leave a message and b) not be traced back to the good guys. Beautiful, direct. It was also much easier on paper than it looked on a rooftop adjacent to said warehouse.

"You know, I'm spotting some actual security on this place, instead of the usual. Cameras, floodlights, hell, even the armed guards look alert. Smart grunts, that's new."

charmedlife:

Power was back on. They had as much information as they could get at the moment. Bea'd asked Manny to check on a few things for her and was taking the opportunity to down the maximum safe amount of standard painkillers with a tall glass of water.

anyastark:

It was a day full of meetings and scheduled phone calls. As always. Anya looked at the clock and had twenty minutes before her next meeting. Just enough time to head down to the cafeteria and grab something to eat. She was starving and needed some caffeine. She had too much blood in her caffeine stream. She hated it when that happened.

She stood up and left the office heading for the cafeteria.

nextgen_citizen:

"Now, in the interest of erring on the side of caution, this court will have none of 'the subject' or 'the product'. The being self-identifying as 'John 'Jack' Smith', will be referred to as 'him', or 'the individual' if the plaintiffs insist on being clinical." The judge cast a stern eye around the courtroom. There was more than a fair representation both of the Thunderbolts and the Leap Foundation. A few notable superheroes with impressive civilian credentials, such as Doctors Pym and Samson, were also on the witness list.

Some shuffling of papers and agreements are issued, before the lawyer for the Leap Foundation steps up.

"We call Beatrice Dayspring to the stand."

nextgen_citizen:

A small crowd of people arrives at the front door of the Brownstone. Two men in suits, one of much higher quality than the other, a trio of uniformed police officers, and a trio of unmarked security personnel with more expensive uniforms. The man in the cheaper suit stands closest to the door, taking out a paper from his coat pocket.

"Just remember, Mr Primm, we're allowing your and your staff's presence here as a courtesy. I tell you to clam up or leave, you do it."

"Of course, Detective. We're just happy to assist. One of your officers will accompany each member of my staff at all times, I assure you."

The detective grunts something and knocks.

nextgen_misc:

Seven confirmed 'civilian' sightings in the neighborhood in eight days, and there had been more than enough news footage of a young male matching the product's physical characteristics in the company of the dasypodidaen metahuman. This had to be where he was being kept. The brownstone was a Stark holding, which had brought an entirely new wave of clamor to the boardroom. A few of the more paranoid types were now convinced that the product's escape had been part of some corporate espionage, or prototype theft. Professor Graft didn't care. She just wanted her work back for analysis and possible sterilization if the programming couldn't be corrected.

So, over the course of a few days, there are a few surveillance agents that end up going by the unassuming Brownstone that houses one of the world's premier crime-fighting teams. They're good at their jobs, and all but the best would likely not notice them.

magic_hands:

In the middle of the Thunderbolt's kitchen, a familiar swirl of blue flame comes out of nowhere and the young mage pops in. He'd come on a very important mission.

Ice cream sandwiches.

A species so rare in this freezer that it was almost extinct. Every single time they'd get more boxes of the stuff, it'd disappear almost immediately. Even the ones he'd specifically labelled with his name on it!

Now to find out if there were any left. The freezer door swings open on its own. There were boxes yesterday surely....

"JACK!"

nextgen_misc:

It was a quiet misty morning in New York City. Thus far nothing to out of the normal had happen but the day was still young.

Then a loud roaring like thunder came from the sky as a burning and crashing spaceship headed towards the center of Central Park.

A loud boom struck through the entire city as the ship crashed in the park leaving a big crater. Then the crew of the ship began to make there way out of the wreckage of the ship.

onearmofhydra:

Night settled on the city of Cambridge and the activity level in the city slowly died down as the hours of the night progressed. Midnight came and went and the minutes and hours rolled slowly by. By three am there was almost no activity on the sidewalks and an occasional car rolled down the street.

The quiet of the city night was shattered by a loud explosion at the location of 491 Broadway. The explosion sent brick and mortar in all directions and the concussion blast set off the alarms of nearby cars. Men in yellow uniforms with full yellow helmets on poured out of four nearby transports and rushed into the hole in the side of the building created by the explosion.

The men in yellow weren't the only ones who were interested in getting into the renovated firehouse in Cambridge. Another small team had been sent to retrieve a certain device and schematics for it. That team wasn't going in by the gaping hole created by the explosion.

nextgen_citizen:

Car alarms went off and people screamed, a few firing shots, as a metahuman rampage is in progress. Police bands are abuzz with reports of six mutants or robots or something that shouldn't be causing significant property damage. Reports are sparse, with the only details about the attackers being 'tall', 'strong', and 'brightly colored'.

The individuals were human in shape, but completely covered in single color suits. They were strong, and fast, and nothing police or bystanders seemed to be throwing at them would make them stay down for long.

anyastark:

Anya stumbled into the kitchen of the Thunderbolts headquarters and silently prayed there was some coffee made. It was early or late depending on how one looked at it, but she hadn't slept yet tonight. Sleep was a rare commodity lately. Nightmares kept her awake at night, but on the plus side she was getting some work done.

She stared at the coffee maker as if willing the thing to work were possible. Blinking a few times she kicked on the autopilot and started prepping the machine to make a fresh pot.

nextgen_deviant:

The subway tunnels and other tunnels underneath to the streets of Boston were home to some homeless people along with other non-human things. Deviants, a race of genetic 'failures' created by the Celestials, also lived in the dark places under the city of Boston. The small group hid from humanity and from their ancient enemies, the Eternals. Once they numbered millions on the surface and subjugated the ancestors of modern man, but the accursed Eternals and Celestials decimated their numbers and drove them into hiding.

Gruck moved about in the almost total darkness. He and his fellow deviants had moved into a new section of abandoned tunnels and were busy exploring. Gruck's foot struck something and he stopped to inspect it. He turned the object over in his hands and used a clawed hand to brush away some of the dirt crust enveloping the object. Light burst forth from the small cleared path and Gruck's yellow reptilian eyes widened. Blue light illuminated the tunnel.

The other deviants around him stopped and started at the object in Gruck's hands. Gruck pulled the gem in closer to his body and glared at each of his fellow deviants. It was his and he had been the one to discover it and he would be the one to keep it. He could feel the power coming from the gem and he wanted it for himself. He could read the thoughts of the deviants around him. This was the gem's doing. With his mind Gruck pushed his thoughts out to the other deviants and for a moment he felt resistance, then submission.

The other deviants dropped to their knees in front of Gruck.

Gruck smiled. The gem gave him power over the other deviants and he knew what he was going to do.

Over the next few weeks the numbers of deviants beneath the streets of Boston grew as those under Gruck's power brought more deviants into the city. Gruck's power grew with each use of the gem and he was able to control more and more deviants. He didn't stop there. He expanded his control to the humans that were also living under the streets.

When Gruck thought he had enough he led them to the surface. It was time to reclaim the surface for the deviants and enslave humanity.

Chaos reigned on the streets of Boston from the Back Bay to Beacon Hill.

nextgen_holiday:

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.

anyastark:

Anya was in the kitchen, not cooking (that was important), sitting at the table. She had come in for a drink, but a shock of static electricity had inspired her. She grabbed parts and tools and sat down at the table and started working. Many hours and a night of missed sleep, she held a small device in her hand. It was in the shape of a gun, but it wasn't your typical gun.

Normally she wasn't the inventing type like her dad, but inspiration had struck.

Now she had one problem. She needed to test the thing. She looked around.

Not the coffeemaker. It was the one appliance Anya could touch and not have it explode into flames. The stove. Her arch nemesis. The thing was begging to be destroyed.

Anya squeezed the trigger and an arc of electricity shot out from the small weapon. The stove was engulfed in white-blue electricity. Wicked. It worked. Unfortunately the stove didn't catch fire or blow up, but the weapon worked. It was a non-lethal way to take out people.

Now she just had to test it on a person.

anyastark:

It had been a long day of enforcing her lord's will and delivering his justice and Lady Mandarin returned to the base and to her lord. She removed her armor and let the servants take it away. Her arms went out and the two women worked efficiently to remove the clothes she wore. Once she was naked, Lady Mandarin stepped into the hot shower that had been prepared for her.

favoredheir:

Nicolai made sure that a message was send to the Wild Pack letting them know that they had a conference call meeting at 11 about a potential mission. He wanted them all there and on their best behaviors. There were a lot of zeroes attached to this.

When the others got there they would find Nicolai seated a cup of coffee in front of him on the table going over the latest reports and numbers. The conference room itself was fairly nice looking with a modern feel to it.

sand_girl:

Sarita stood at the airport, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the representative of Silver Sable International. She briefly contemplated her sutcase. It was the first time she'd left the country, let alone home. However, she was determined to see this through. She had to learn the truth about what happened to her dad. The idea of him returning to crime just didn't feel right, not when compared to the caring man she'd known growing up. And now that she'd inherited her father's gift, she wouldn't let anyone get in her way of finding him.

goesbothways:

On their return to Symkaria, Kelly called up her sister to let her know there were presents for her and Nicolai, but she'd have to present them to them at the same time.

While she's waiting, in her typical officious and severe manner, she's switched into her Facebook styled 'SEX WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND - 79 PEOPLE LIKE THIS' t-shirt, and is practicing playing DDR - standing on her hands.

lady_hood:

The moment Melissa saw the grenade launcher, she knew she had to get it for Kelly. Her lady love enjoyed guns of all types, but she loved things that exploded even more. There was always a childlike (some would mistake it for /manic/) glee in Kelly's eyes whenever they went to the Wild Pack armory to check out weapons. Kelly's eyes had been undressing a rocket launcher, too, so Mel got in contact with a few old friends and found one much like the apple of Kelly's eye.

Melissa can't think of too many other ways to say I love you that don't involve hot sex, jumper cables and bloodletting, or some comb of the three, so she sits and waits for her baby to wake up, both cases on the floor to either side of the chair she's sitting in within their bedroom at SSI.

Right now, though, she just watches Kelly sleep a bit, just because its the most still that she ever sees her on a daily basis.

dont_touch_me:

Sean had been stuck with eyes on him at all times during his stay with Wild Pack.  Honestly, the boss really knew how to pack on the punishment.  Getting stuck playing prisoner/teammate for these guys was horrible.  He had the urge to take off his suit sometimes and just bodyslam Kelly into the void.  Of course, that would get him in trouble with more than just Wild Pack.  So he had to deal with it.

And he dealt with it by grabbing a bite to eat.  He was at least allowed enough access to get that.

nextgen_misc:

It started as a large blast of magical energy in London, but it quickly spread outward. It started slowly, but it quickly gained speed and eventually it would travel over the whole planet.

charmedlife:

It was Paris Theodore Day, a family tradition for Beatrice Dayspring and her mother, and Bea's place had been chosen for the rendezvous point, because one can't go the restaurant and open Paris Theodore Day gifts there. People, surprisingly, frowned on that sort of thing.
Mom wasn't there yet, and neither was Kelly. She hoped this would go well. She'd tried to warn Mom.

She had both of their little presents packaged and on the coffee table. She'd told Kelly not to bother, because she'd included a traditional Paris Theodore Day gift in her Christmas present.

nextgen_holiday:

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nextgen_holiday:

Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.

goesbothways:

Kelly doesn't expect that the X-Men will want to see her. However, they have psychics and healers, the only ones who might be able to help. She said she'd do anything she could to help her girl - and now she's keeping her word.

She thought a few times about breaking in, maybe even kidnapping some help - because that's the way she thinks. Ultimately, though, she figures that the best odds is doing this, for her, the hard way. Far harder than breaking in to a secured location and kidnapping someone at gunpoint, anyway.

She arrives at the front gates and presses the buzzer.

dont_touch_me:

"Yes, sir," Sean 'Weatherly' replied before being left at the doorstep of Nicolai Sablinova.  Apparently, it was now his job to make things right with the guy for failing to spy on him effectively.  At least, that was what he was told.  There was, of course, an undertone of 'we expect to hear things about the team from you'.  Sean just wondered how it was possible that Nicolai and his hired help even agreed to this.

Whatever, though.  Nothing to dwell on.  It wasn't his job to think about why he was sent to do things.  He just had to do them.  With that in mind, he knocked on the door.

next_avenger:

With Charlie gone and as a male member of the Avengers, in addition to being the leader, it was up to James to uphold a few traditions that didn't have to deal with battling bad guys. Though he had to admit that he would rather be fighting bad guys than doing this. It just wasn't his thing.

He wasn't as industrious as Anya, but James had managed to collect the necessary photos. It hadn't been easy and a part of him felt like he was cheating on Val.

Invitations were sent to the Avengers, Thunderbolts, Fantastic Four, Champions, Excalibur the X-Men and the Defenders guys.

With the help of Jarvis food and drink was laid in. James made sure they had a wide variety of pizza, chips, pretzels and drinks.

He loaded the photos in and took care of the security systems. The girls were not allowed to watch. Now all that was left was people showing up.

nextgen_holiday:

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.

lady_hood:

Melissa calls May and leaves her a voice-mail.

"It's my birthday, Pretty Parker! Come down to Big Nick's once you're out of class and Gymnastics and see me! Oh, Kelly's going to be there, too! Time for you guys to meet. Love you!"

She picks out her slinkiest Little Black Dress and heels and puts her guns in her purse. She doesn't expect to have to kill anyone tonight, but the first drunk guy that tries to grab Kelly's, May's, or her ass tonight is probably going to the Emergency Room.

"Baby, are you ready? I'm nearly dressed." Mel says, actually dolling herself up a bit. Such is rare, but looking good for two of her three favorite girls is pretty important to her.

She'll go over the teleportation spell in her mind as she waits for Kelly to be ready.

charmedlife:

Definitely needed to distract Nicolai before they all went mad on the news. Until he got clearance to go home, they needed something to get their minds off of This.

So she came in carrying the file someone else had just prepared. "They finished the background check on my sister's girlfriend. And...there's a little insight into her Upsetting Family Issues, at least. She's the orphan of criminals."

nextgen_media:

Staggered and vague reports are coming that Dr. Doom has now followed his unprovoked aggression against neighboring Symkaria with attacks against Atlantis and Wakanda. As both of these nations are insular and isolated, these reports have been difficult to confirm, and no public announcements have been made by any of the governments involved.  There are even rumors that the respective kings of Atlantis and Wakanda are missing in action.

Even though all the reported victims so far have been isolated or marginalized nations, the U.N. and various governments around the world are reported to be in an uproar trying to decide what action to take.

anyastark:

The Masters of Evil had attacked the Thunderbolts headquarters and had made off with Victor's body and with it a way to eventually access Ultron's files on the Avengers. It was a situation where a collaboration of the Thunderbolts with another team was needed. They needed to get Victor's body back as soon as possible.

The Thunderbolts made the trip to New York and were gathered in the conference room at Avengers Mansion along with the Avengers. They needed to discuss strategy and form a plan to retrieve Victor's body.

Anya sat back in her chair and let her brother take the lead. James was more experienced with leading a team and if anyone could get them to all work together as one big team, he could.

charmedlife:

Not long after her arrival in New York, Beatrice Dayspring was walking down the street to her hotel after handling some business at the local SSI office.

Sometimes she hated 'conveniently' knowing all kinds of things about the people who passed through her Personal Space. That cutie over there had some unfortunate medical conditions, for instance. And the guy who just passed was on heroin, and -- and the two women over there were carrying a total of seven guns, four knives, and not a single permit.

Beatrice couldn't help but slow down to give them a second look.

lady_hood:

Melissa wasn't sure if she could like Boston; the city was nice enough, but it just didn't feel as alive as New York City. She rolled the black hose up her leg, then strapped her combat knife to her thigh. She really didn't like going into a job without her guns on, but she'd at least worked out a way to get those and her hood to her at a moment's notice.

Once she's dressed, she stands up and goes over to the small table where the map of Benedict Kine's estate is laid out, along with a few pieces of Kelly's guns, some markers, and a a white chocolate mocha.

"Okay, babe. So, let's go over this plan one more time..." 

nextgen_misc:

There is chaos in the street of New York City as a wave of increasing gang violence has swept through the city. The exact groups fighting are unknown at this time but it is believed to be related to the attacks on gangs that has been going on for over a month.

Citizens are advised to stay off the streets as much as possible especially at night and to listen to the news about areas were violence is currently occurring. The police are doing their best to control the situation and to stop the people responsible however they are currently having difficulties as many of the people leading these outbreaks of violence seem to have superhuman powers.

Please standby for more updates.

lady_hood:

It's been a week already, and Melissa can't take it anymore. It's just too much for anyone person to deal with.

The crying. The moping. The mood swings. The freaking out every time a certain DVD gets moved. She's starting to feel like her apartment is a funeral parlor, and she's really close to chucking a certain bowling ball out of the window. However, she knows this would upset her girlfriend, and Melissa is very cognizant of Kelly's feelings.

So this is why she's sure Kelly will be all over the idea she got this morning while watching <i>Saturday Night Live</i>.

She puts down her gun and turns to face Kelly's back while Kelly is cleaning her own weapons.

"Baby. We need to cheer your dad up, and I don't think a Golden Girls Marathon will do it."

We need to kidnap Betty White." Melissa demands.

mercwithamouth:

Wade sits watching the noon-time news in horror. There is nothing he could do, nothing he could say that would change the display on the television. The last time something this terrible had happened, it had been over a year ago and he wasn't been anywhere near a news reel at the time. It had been a shock to find out about that time when he was freed from his shipping container.. but this is so much worse.

By the time Kelly or her lovely girlfriend can find him, he is a weeping soggy mess with his face pressed to the bottom of his bowling ball. In fact, he is so upset that he can't even speak at first, and instead sits there making big, hiccups as he tries to catch his breath.

Rue McClanahan, the actress who played Blanche on the Golden Girls, has died this day.

rose_red:

Rose Red met with each group individually to tell them what she expected of them for their upcoming attack. The point of these attacks was not to win them and destroy everything though they could if they wanted she didn’t care as long as civilians were kept out of it. The point was too implicit the Kingpin in these attacks and that was all that they really needed to accomplish. The other thing she instructed them to do was if the fight got bad and it looked like they were to lose they were to make a retreat as fast as they could and if they got caught she would have them killed.

goesbothways:

Ok, so the trip to Somalia was weird. But she did the job, and found her long lost father. Family reunion done, time for things to get a little more back to what passes for normal in the surreal place Kelly lives.

She calls the only other person outside of 'work' she has all that much contact with.

mercwithamouth:

Ever since extracting himself from that god forsaken shipping box, Deadpool has been on a string of hot dates with ugly dudes.  They've all died with beautiful bloodflowers blooming from their heads and chests, but that doesn't matter!  Deadpool is bored.  He needs a challenge.  He needs... a taco!  Now the whole story leading up to how Deadpool got to where he could even access tacos is a long and drawn out affair and in all honesty it's actually really boring.  In fact, I even told Deadpool that there were no tacos in Somalia, but he didn't believe me..  Oooooooh no!

Oh, and who am I?  Well - I'm Wade's third personality.  

ANYWAYS, Wade was totally bummed out when he got to Somalia and realized that there are no tacos there.  The idiot wandered around for a few days, marveling at the sights and sounds.  The mercenary bazaar was one of the best we've seen on years!  Seriously!  You should see the rocket launcher we picked up...

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and some of those pesky pirates decided that they wanted our rocket launcher. So. As I'm sure you can imagine, things got a bit nasty.

Deadpool is, at this current moment, standing on the bough of the ship, eying the midnight water just over the side. The pirates somehow managed to gang up on him, and have subdued the insane man with no less than 20 ft of rope and several heavy chains.

"Guys? Seriously - I don't know how to swim and it's just going to be really annoying if you make me walk the plank," Deadpool says. "Can't we just talk things out?"

goesbothways:

Kelly blinks awake. She can tell something is wrong immediately.

No, its not that she's strapped to a table. That's a little weird, but mostly only because she's pretty sure she didn't bring anyone home. Quite sure, in fact. That, and she usually does the tying, but hey, for the right gun dealer or sniper, she'll switch now and then. Like that CIA chick she had to distract for a weekend. That was a fun assignment.

No, that's not it.

Her guns, she can't feel her guns. Ok, that's a moment of panic, but one she's dealt with. Kind of like the time she's woken up after demolitions assignments gone wrong unable to feel her legs, except more traumatic. Legs grow back. But they've punished her for borderline insubordination towards Nick and others when she mouthed off by taking her guns for a few days. So she could cope, and its a different kind of wrong.

They... they... yeah, that's it. They're not in her brain anymore.

No urge to salute anyone, except maybe with a middle finger. No one she'd feel any need to obey if they told her not to streak Grand Central wearing nothing but two ammo belts and a heavy machinegun. Huh... maybe later.

Ok, so something snapped Weapon X out of her brain. Now to try and figure out where she actually is. She doesn't even bother worrying about the straps and all, just glancing about, smelling the air, and otherwise trying to get some context clues, starting with determining its some kind of medical facility.

Hmm, maybe someone finally donated her body to science fiction? Sure, she's still using it, but its a good cause.

goesbothways:

A girl needs to eat. After that whole Weapon X thing went belly up, it took her a while to tap into Daddy's contacts to find a job, but Rose Red, whoever she is, pays awfully well. Right now Crosshairs is being paid awfully well to keep track of a meeting between some people working for the Kingpin. Dangerous business, but what does she care?
Sure, odds she'll get to play with her babies on this one are limited, but c'est la vie... that'll come once she proves herself on recon.

And hey, as long as she has to keep an eye out for a particular couple of thugs, she might as well wander across the street to some burger place. Big Nick's - smells good, but she doesn't know the place. Plenty of window seating, anyway. After all, now that she has a source of income, and needs to do stakeout duty anyway, a girl's gotta eat.

smallestbear:

He used to be able to remember things from before with such clarity. His mother. His great-grandfather. But there was nothing now. He couldn't remember much of anything or he just didn't want to. All he knew was that he had brothers and sisters here that he loved.

He wouldn't admit it of course. Some of them weren't exactly fluffy bunnies of peace and joy. But he had learned a lot from them. He also learned to not show too much of what he felt. He had been called a Zen Master by some of the agents who knew him since he was a kid.

He still was one. It looked like he was about to go on his first assignment though. They saw him as all grown up now and ready to play with the big boys and girls.

He was nervous. This would be his first time out. What if he messed up? So he looks to his older "siblings" hoping to gain some insight to how they feel about this before they head out.