The Young Avengers: World Tour (YARP Part 4)

[1elle2]

Nancy: she went back, staying next to Raven in case she woke up and tried to kill someone again.

 

[Cinderella8]

Steve: "We are all going back to New York City, and no one will be returning except to clear things out of the house. This place is clearly far too dangerous."

Penny: Her eyes widened. "Wha- we just got settled here! Will we be going to a new school?"

 

[Fairywings]

Penny: Her eyes widened. "Wha- we just got settled here! Will we be going to a new school?"

Steve: "I will be consulting your father on the matter of the best schools, since I only know the ones in Brooklyn."

 

[Doodle98]

Evelyn: "June we're going to the nurse right now." She took off a piece of her costume and wrapped her arm. Getting at the nurses office she unlocked it with a bobby pin.

June: "I'm fine."

 

[Orreed]

Nancy: she went back, staying next to Raven in case she woke up and tried to kill someone again.

Clint: He was there too. "You okay Nancy?"

 

[Orreed]

June: "I'm fine."

Evelyn: She grabbed some soap and band aids. "Your arm doesn't say so."

 

[Cinderella8]

Steve: "I will be consulting your father on the matter of the best schools, since I only know the ones in Brooklyn."

Penny: She sighed. "Okay. So that means we'll be leaving the manor, too?" /Great. I finally get a boyfriend and have to leave the school.../

 

[Fairywings]

Penny: She sighed. "Okay. So that means we'll be leaving the manor, too?" /Great. I finally get a boyfriend and have to leave the school.../

Steve: "Yes."

 

[Fairywings]

Raven: She began to stir.

OOC: plan starts now

 

[Cinderella8]

Steve: "Yes."

Penny: She sighed, getting a headache. "Okay," she said. That was all she could say. Now she was furious with Luke, having to ruin everything- she was just settling in and they'd have to move again. Then she felt selfish- people were hurt here.

 

[Doodle98]

Evelyn: She grabbed some soap and band aids. "Your arm doesn't say so."

June: "I've gone through worse."

 

[Orreed]

Raven: She began to stir.

OOC: plan starts now

Clint: Raven, you're gonna be alright.
Raven: *chuckles bitterly/darkly* You know that? Is that what you know? I got... I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out.
Clint: You gotta level out, that's gonna take time.
Raven: You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Take you out and stuff something else in? You know what it's like to be unmade?
Clint: You know that I do.
Raven: Why am I back? How'd you get him out?
Clint: Cognitive re-calibration. I hit you really hard in the head.
Raven: Thanks.
Raven: Clint how many agents did I-?
Clint: Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Raven. This is Luke. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.
Raven: Luke, he got away?
Clint: I don't know.

 

[Orreed]

June: "I've gone through worse."

Evelyn: "Yeah." She treated her arm. "Better?"

 

[Orreed]

Four hours later...

Natasha: She pulled up to Stark Tower. "We're here."

 

[Fairywings]

Raven: Everything ached, everything hurt, and she just couldn't shake of the guilt. She'd killed SHIELD agents tonight, lost all control. “Why didn’t you kill me?” She looked at them with a flat gaze. “Well? Don’t look at me like that. It’s a serious, straightforward question. Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? It would have been the best move strategically. A couple bullets to the head would’ve probably done it. You could’ve gotten Agent May to do it. She’s dependable and responsible enough and I don’t think she likes me anyway, she’d probably have been glad to do it. It’s not like my life matters or anything. I’m dispensable, like all dispensable things, when I’ve served my purpose you’re supposed to get rid of me, and since I didn’t cost much and wasn’t working right anyway, I could’ve been easily replaced. Come on, it’s not like I’m a human anymore. I’m not a person; I’m a weapon, like one of Stark’s armors. If one of Stark’s armors got into the wrong hands you’d destroy it. How was I different? I became a weapon a long time ago. I traded humanity for power, emotion for strength. It was a fair trade, a good choice. I don’t regret making it. People think they can have humanity and be the perfect agent, but they can’t. The more you care, the more you have to lose. If you care about nothing, you have nothing to lose. Perfect agents and soldiers are perfect weapons: they have nothing to lose. And when weapons are obsolete, broken or out of control, you get rid of them. It’s not like I was worth saving. There wasn’t and isn’t anything to save. I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything of value left. I sacrificed my humanity and emotion. And that bloody Tessaract destroyed my mind and identity and intelligence, and my soul if I even have one at this point. I didn’t exactly endear myself to anyone in the end either. Plus, kill me and you keep the Fury family from ever gaining power in SHIELD or anywhere else ever again. I’m sure the Coulsons would like that. June hates me and Phil Senior would get to be secure in his position if I was dead. I’m probably better off dead anyway. Besides, it’s not like I would be upset with you guys for killing me. I knew the rules going into being an agent of SHIELD. You become a threat or a liability and the rest of SHIELD is responsible for taking you down, permanently if the situation calls for it, which I think it did. It’s relatively simple, I become too dangerous, and I die. We all took that oath upon becoming agents of SHIELD, we signed the contract. I know all this. You know all this. So that begs the question: why am I alive? Why didn’t you end me while you still could? It would have been the best decision. Technically I’m dead anyway. Why didn’t you kill me?” She lowered her gaze, letting her eyes swing around the room.

 

[Doodle98]

Evelyn: "Yeah." She treated her arm. "Better?"

June: She shrugged. "Are both Thorsons alive?" She asked as she went into the room containing them. "We gotta wrap Thora's face."

 

[1elle2]

Clint: He was there too. "You okay Nancy?"

Penny: She sighed. "Okay. So that means we'll be leaving the manor, too?" /Great. I finally get a boyfriend and have to leave the school.../

Steve: "Yes."

Raven: She began to stir.

OOC: plan starts now

Penny: She sighed, getting a headache. "Okay," she said. That was all she could say. Now she was furious with Luke, having to ruin everything- she was just settling in and they'd have to move again. Then she felt selfish- people were hurt here.

Clint: Raven, you're gonna be alright.
Raven: *chuckles bitterly/darkly* You know that? Is that what you know? I got... I gotta go in though. I gotta flush him out.
Clint: You gotta level out, that's gonna take time.
Raven: You don't understand. Have you ever had someone take your brain and play? Take you out and stuff something else in? You know what it's like to be unmade?
Clint: You know that I do.
Raven: Why am I back? How'd you get him out?
Clint: Cognitive re-calibration. I hit you really hard in the head.
Raven: Thanks.
Raven: Clint how many agents did I-?
Clint: Don't. Don't do that to yourself, Raven. This is Luke. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.
Raven: Luke, he got away?
Clint: I don't know.

Nancy: she was a bit bruised, but fine otherwise. The worst injury she had was a large scratch on her shoulder from wheer Raven had drove the knife into her collar. "I'm fine sir," she replied to Mr. Barton.

Eli: he hugged Penny.

 

[Doodle98]

Raven: Everything ached, everything hurt, and she just couldn't shake of the guilt. She'd killed SHIELD agents tonight, lost all control. “Why didn’t you kill me?” She looked at them with a flat gaze. “Well? Don’t look at me like that. It’s a serious, straightforward question. Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? It would have been the best move strategically. A couple bullets to the head would’ve probably done it. You could’ve gotten Agent May to do it. She’s dependable and responsible enough and I don’t think she likes me anyway, she’d probably have been glad to do it. It’s not like my life matters or anything. I’m dispensable, like all dispensable things, when I’ve served my purpose you’re supposed to get rid of me, and since I didn’t cost much and wasn’t working right anyway, I could’ve been easily replaced. Come on, it’s not like I’m a human anymore. I’m not a person; I’m a weapon, like one of Stark’s armors. If one of Stark’s armors got into the wrong hands you’d destroy it. How was I different? I became a weapon a long time ago. I traded humanity for power, emotion for strength. It was a fair trade, a good choice. I don’t regret making it. People think they can have humanity and be the perfect agent, but they can’t. The more you care, the more you have to lose. If you care about nothing, you have nothing to lose. Perfect agents and soldiers are perfect weapons: they have nothing to lose. And when weapons are obsolete, broken or out of control, you get rid of them. It’s not like I was worth saving. There wasn’t and isn’t anything to save. I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything of value left. I sacrificed my humanity and emotion. And that bloody Tessaract destroyed my mind and identity and intelligence, and my soul if I even have one at this point. I didn’t exactly endear myself to anyone in the end either. Plus, kill me and you keep the Fury family from ever gaining power in SHIELD or anywhere else ever again. I’m sure the Coulsons would like that. June hates me and Phil Senior would get to be secure in his position if I was dead. I’m probably better off dead anyway. Besides, it’s not like I would be upset with you guys for killing me. I knew the rules going into being an agent of SHIELD. You become a threat or a liability and the rest of SHIELD is responsible for taking you down, permanently if the situation calls for it, which I think it did. It’s relatively simple, I become too dangerous, and I die. We all took that oath upon becoming agents of SHIELD, we signed the contract. I know all this. You know all this. So that begs the question: why am I alive? Why didn’t you end me while you still could? It would have been the best decision. Technically I’m dead anyway. Why didn’t you kill me?” She lowered her gaze, letting her eyes swing around the room.

Coulson: "Okay, first off, June talks about you like you're the most amazing person in the world, and my position is nothing. You are still a person, Rave, and a good person at that. And anything is better than losing a good person."

 

[Orreed]

Raven: Everything ached, everything hurt, and she just couldn't shake of the guilt. She'd killed SHIELD agents tonight, lost all control. “Why didn’t you kill me?” She looked at them with a flat gaze. “Well? Don’t look at me like that. It’s a serious, straightforward question. Why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? It would have been the best move strategically. A couple bullets to the head would’ve probably done it. You could’ve gotten Agent May to do it. She’s dependable and responsible enough and I don’t think she likes me anyway, she’d probably have been glad to do it. It’s not like my life matters or anything. I’m dispensable, like all dispensable things, when I’ve served my purpose you’re supposed to get rid of me, and since I didn’t cost much and wasn’t working right anyway, I could’ve been easily replaced. Come on, it’s not like I’m a human anymore. I’m not a person; I’m a weapon, like one of Stark’s armors. If one of Stark’s armors got into the wrong hands you’d destroy it. How was I different? I became a weapon a long time ago. I traded humanity for power, emotion for strength. It was a fair trade, a good choice. I don’t regret making it. People think they can have humanity and be the perfect agent, but they can’t. The more you care, the more you have to lose. If you care about nothing, you have nothing to lose. Perfect agents and soldiers are perfect weapons: they have nothing to lose. And when weapons are obsolete, broken or out of control, you get rid of them. It’s not like I was worth saving. There wasn’t and isn’t anything to save. I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything of value left. I sacrificed my humanity and emotion. And that bloody Tessaract destroyed my mind and identity and intelligence, and my soul if I even have one at this point. I didn’t exactly endear myself to anyone in the end either. Plus, kill me and you keep the Fury family from ever gaining power in SHIELD or anywhere else ever again. I’m sure the Coulsons would like that. June hates me and Phil Senior would get to be secure in his position if I was dead. I’m probably better off dead anyway. Besides, it’s not like I would be upset with you guys for killing me. I knew the rules going into being an agent of SHIELD. You become a threat or a liability and the rest of SHIELD is responsible for taking you down, permanently if the situation calls for it, which I think it did. It’s relatively simple, I become too dangerous, and I die. We all took that oath upon becoming agents of SHIELD, we signed the contract. I know all this. You know all this. So that begs the question: why am I alive? Why didn’t you end me while you still could? It would have been the best decision. Technically I’m dead anyway. Why didn’t you kill me?” She lowered her gaze, letting her eyes swing around the room.

Clint: He sighed, and tried to explain. He wasn't as good of a speaker as the rest of his family. "Raven, you still have humanity. I know how it feels to be taken over, it's terrible and I'm still recovering. But take it from me, even down there's still humanity. You may have some enemies, but I swear it's none of the Young Avengers. You may differ but they care deeply for you. Your alive because we care about you, and even with the blood you've shed think of how many lives you saved."

 

[Orreed]

June: She shrugged. "Are both Thorsons alive?" She asked as she went into the room containing them. "We gotta wrap Thora's face."

Evelyn: "I have no idea. The loudness from the auditorium seems to have died out, let's go." They weaved through the frenzied people rushing out. Evelyn and June found the other Avengers. "Raven, Clint, and Nancy are fine. Report? Is every one safe. Is Luke dead? He's not worth keeping alive. The longer he lives the more innocent die."