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[zap2zeitgeist]

[C O N T I N U E DF R O M: Reposted From]

Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is  not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[dstractedstudios]

@marvelmyriad [Loki Laufeyson]

Sigourney Mereanne Pryde, daughter to the Star Lord, Peter Quill, and Earth mutant hero, Kitty Pryde the Shadowcat. Now due to her very unique heritage, her mutation...well it mutated beyond that of her mother's and took on astro properties. For instance, and this would be a good time to tell you of this ability because this situation deals with this one. Sigourney's mutation was simply called Quantum Tunneling, even though there is nothing simple about it. It's basically the same as her mother's but on a really weird levels, in the used lightly it works exactly like her mother's powers, when used more potently it opens a quantum tunnel to a place the wielder can visualize and that mixed with her father's Universal Knowledge & Cosmic Awareness it made it really hard to keep Sigourney in one place for too long. That is unless you ground her mech suit, apply called Queen, which her folks did. So that just means things get a little more.....chaotic. Sigourney has so much less control of her quantum tunneling when she is outside of Queen but that never stopped her before. Sigourney stood back in her father's hanger bay on New Spartax. She held her hands out and reached like she was reaching out for a wall but toward the air, calming herself, slowing her breathing, trying to use some of those Earth techniques that connect you to the universe or some shit. A wave of ethereal energy rippled around in front of Sigourney's hands, making it seem like reality was a shimmered reflection in a once calm pound. Sigourney patted her dad's old elemental guns attached to her hips, scuffing her boots on the ground checking the rocket boot attachments. Sigourney took a deep breath in and stepped forward into the ripple, and into a swirl of information attached to her cosmic connections, it about made her sick. Then just as suddenly it stopped and she was stumbling into somewhere. Sigourney looked around waiting for her eyes to focus. "Where the hell am I?"

[mutantenheim]

@marvelmyriad [TO WADE WILSON]

Logan suddenly regretted his decision to ask Wade for help or at least he regretted coming to Wade's apartment, even if he hadn't yet asked the merc his favor. Logan just knew that he was going to regret it. He sighed in stubborn defiance of sticking to his decision while he sat on the couch next to Blind Al. Al awkwardly sat there quietly other than occasionally asking Logan some weird or awkward question while they waited for Wade to come home. As soon as Wade walked in the door Logan crossed his arms over his chest. "Took ya long enough to get home, Bub. I've been waitin here for ya for hours."

[totemxweb]

spinxeret asked: @spinxeret “apparently i'm just i'm a badass.” ~for Mayday?

May Parker smiled from ear to ear watching her mother finish up another villain, wrapping them up in web. May or Mayday as was her nickname, hung from her own web watching her mother. They had been doing this as a family for years at this point but this was one of Mayday's favorite pass times.

"Of course you are! You're the most badass momma a girl could ask for!" Mayday cheered from where she hung from her webbing.

the-innumerable-heroes______M A I N account

[autumnmongrel]

The sound of Mara's laughter was infectious, a huge joyous grin permeating Akihiro's features as he caught up to her. He couldn't help but doing something between a chuckle and a soft laughter rolling into actual laughter as Mara joked about being penciled in for Akihiro's next murder. 

"I'll make sure to do that, here let me do that now." Pulling his phone out from his back pocket, opening up his calendar and typed in the following. 

'Remember to assassinate Mara next' 

Akihiro then showed Mara his phone screen and chuckled

"There we go, done. Glad we got that on the books." He chuckled out his quip, trying to hold back more laughter that would inevitably make it so that he wouldn't be understood. Good thing he managed to hold it back. 

Akihiro never really got to get a humor of his own, only how to fit into those around him, anaylze them and know what kind of things would make them more willing to accept him into their circle. Jokes were not excluded from this. After pretending to enjoy certain jokes, and learning how to make them himself, Akihiro started to understand them and actually enjoy them. Darker humor, gallows humor, dead-baby jokes were all types of humor that Akihiro eventually tended to lean towards on his own past what he had to do to be within those social circles. Those being jokes that Akihiro tended to enjoy more worked in his favor since it seemed that Mara's humor matched up to his. 

The sigh took Akihiro off guard. It didn't sound like any sighs that he had heard before. Normally they were filled with discontent and upset. This one was peaceful, somehow. His eyes came open with surprise and briefly looked at Mara to check on her temperament to make sure that this sigh was actually peaceful. Okay good, Mara seemed all good. Hearing her choices of music, the expression that was brought to Akihiro's face was one that was a cross between a grin and a smirk.

"Bitchin. I love Zep! 'Hey, I felt the coldness of my winter. I never thought it would ever go, I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us.....'" Excited Akihiro started singing The Rain Song by Led Zeppelin, moving, bobbing and swaying with the song that he was singing. Akihiro stopped at the next line, getting butterflies in his stomach thinking of the next line. Not yet. Hopefully he'll get to sing that ling to her at a later date. Stopping the song and looking at Mara, smiling.

"So... that happened." His tone embarrassed and anxious, as he chuckled out the response that was supposed to diffuse the situation. 

"So...yeah. Beyond Nirvana, I like most of that genre of music. I like the band Depeche Mode, I love classic rock like Zeppelin, obviously." His tone gaining more and more confidence as he continued to answer Mara's question, ending with a chuckle after he was done stating the oh so obvious enjoyment of Led Zeppelin. 

"Love Wham!, Toto, Semisonic, Madonna, Priest, Sabbath. Fuck I sound like I go to church." Continuing his list with the same nostalgic happy tone as he remembered who he enjoyed to listen to. Finally he can be himself and not pretend to be someone else. The last thing he said was stated with a jovial emphasis to mimic being being annoyed but chuckling at the same time, as he made his final remark a joke about going to church, based on the short hand for some of the artists that Akihiro listened to. 

@marvelmyriad

As Akihiro ran up beside her, she couldn't help the GENUINE LAUGHTER that bubbled up from her lips as she looked to him with a playful incredulity.

"Alright, just make sure t' PENCIL ME IN for next time..."

If there was one surefire way to get Mara's attention, it was by having a good SENSE OF HUMOR. Preferably of the GALLOWS VARIETY, given her typical lifestyle. Akihiro had already mentioned frequenting cemeteries just as Mara did.

Beyond that though, if someone couldn't laugh at themselves, she had no interest in hanging around them, as her view on life was a sort of MINDFUL NIHILISM. She had come to understand just how small and insignificant that she was in the grand scheme of things...and she found that it was a FREEING FEELING. If she didn't make her bed, or if she was late to work, or if she made a complete IDIOT of herself in front of a VERY ATTRACTIVE individual...the world would KEEP SPINNING. That philosophy had made her feel a thousand tons lighter the day she'd reached that conclusion.

As it so happened, the lack of that societal and existential pressure meant that Mara was FAIRLY CONFIDENT in who she was and the choices she made.

Their pace was leisurely and she took in the surroundings with a content sigh before looking to Akihiro after a moment.

"So...besides KURT COBAIN, what sort of other music do you like? Personally, I really can't get enough of classic rock. Fuck me UP with some Led Zeppelin..."

[grandbabyspider]

Bucky had only just barely gotten his pardon, and he'd had to go through a damn near insufferable therapist to do it. Once he'd gotten through his probationary period and was no longer assigned a shrink, he found that actually going to therapy wasn't so terrible. Sam had helped him find a decent one.

All of that being said, he still wasn't afraid of being arrested. Seeing an unnecessarily large police presence at what appeared to be a peaceful protest didn't really sit right with him. As he moved towards it silently, there were a couple of officers that tried to offer him respect of some kind by calling him Sergeant. His lips remained pressed into a thin line and he nodded once, heading towards the woman that seemed to be in charge of the protest itself in front of Oscorp.

"Everything goin' okay here?" he asked evenly, doing his best to convey to her that he wasn't there to cause her any problems.

@marvelmyriad

Hania was startled by the abruptness of the man walking up to her. The audacity of this...this....white man? Well he's NOT native for sure. Hmmm Maybe he was an ally. 'Is everything okay'? Is he serious? This is obviously a protest. Of course everything wasn't okay. If it was okay there wouldn't be a protest in the first place. Hania tilted her head at Bucky. "Are you serious?" Hania looked to her left and to her right. Looking at her brothers, and sisters in the activism about the plight of the Native American people. "Would we be here if there was a problem? Would my brothers and sisters be here?" She looked around at those around her, who was paying attention, for validation in her disbelief of this man's question. "No, sir. Everything is NOT okay here. My people are suffering. Our lands stolen. Treaties broken. Our children stolen and forced to hate our beliefs and ways of life. but more seriously and more recently our women and children trafficked into sex. Our people being murdered with no one looking into it. No one caring." Hania said her peace with the gusto of the seething fury of a warchief. She was breathing heavy from the adrenalin as she awaited this man's response. Is he friend or foe?

[dstractedstudios]

[to Charlotte Webber] Bucky begun to have brief flashbacks of that battle at the airport before Siberia. He had never had arachnophobia, but he was pretty sure if one more Spider-...Person showed up in front of him, he was going to move out of New York. Surely there couldn't be Spider-People of indeterminate ages (yes, he still felt terrible for punching what he figured was a 12 year old) in other cities. As she landed in front of him, he took a deep breath and sighed. "I uh...thanks, for th' help." He gestured vaguely over to the drug lords that were currently being loaded into prison trucks.

@marvelmyriad

Charlotte "Charlie" Webber, the Sun-Spider, hung from a light post with a string of web coming from her crutch, her wheel chair webbed to her back like a very awkward and cumbersome back pack. "No problem, Offiiiiicer? Wait you're not NYPD. What are you?" Charlie immediately panicked. "I...I...I mean not what like you are.... I mean like cop, military and whatnot." Charlie drops from the lamp and catching herself using her crutches and webs to right herself. She then stood on the ground with her crutches helping her but to the point that they seemed more apart of her than tools. She walked over to Bucky and proped herself with her elbow on the crutch and offered Bucky her hand to shake. "I'm Sun-Spider."

[mutantenheim]

[C O N T I N U E D F R O M]@marvelmyriad

From @marvelmyriad: Jamie, much like either of his parents and his sister, couldn’t get drunk.  When one was enhanced in the way that the Barnes family was, the metabolism moved at breakneck speed on any given day.  That meant that any substance that might normally inebriate people was damn near useless to them.  As unbelievable as it might have seemed, he really did drink beer for the taste.  Of course, he didn’t buy the cheap stuff, so the taste wasn’t that of the typical American brew.

After their toast, Jamie took a decent swig of his drink before setting it back down on the table.  They still had about fifteen minutes or so before the Chinese food would arrive, and that both excited and terrified him to think about.  It meant that he had more time to talk with Virgil unhindered, but that also gave him more opportunities to put his foot in his mouth in some way.  Navigating small talk in the beginning stages of any relationship had been one of the biggest challenges that he’d faced.  He was a wallflower in school, even before he knew about his sister and father.  When it had just been he and his mom, most of his time had been spent either at home listening to music or at the movies or maybe a concert.  Some place that he could be that didn’t facilitate talking at all.

As it seemed though, Virgil wasn’t exactly a pro at small talk either.  That did well to make him a little less on edge.  He offered the other man a bright, if not somewhat awkward smile.

“Um…” he ran his fingers through his hair some and rolled his lips, “Music, all kinds really.  I’ve always loved movies.  Especially horror.”  He looked up at the poster that resided on the wall behind them.  It was a ‘Nightmare on Elmstreet’ poster that had been framed, a signature scrawled across the middle of it by Wes Craven himself.

“That right there, that’s my prized possession.”

From house0f3: Virgil wasn’t a huge fan of horror. He had seen too much real life horror to enjoy those movies but he didn’t want to push Jamie away with his dislike of horror films, but Virgil didn’t want to lie to Jamie either. His anxiety spiked and hard causing Virgil to shift in his seat. The poster was really cool. Virgil whistled in a high to low tone.

“That is a nice pic, man. Not really my cup of tea but it’s still really cool. I generally go more monster flick, like Kaiju films, dinosaurs eatin corporations, those kind of thing. I could get into a horror flick that’s more monster than human. Like the Alien movies, with Sigourney Weaver. Yeah.” Virgil chuckled and scratched the back of his head, taking another quick swig of his beer, using the motion to have him slump forward, leaning his elbows back onto his knees, allowing Virgil to turn his face away in his embarrassment. He hoped that he didn’t offend Jamie.

[mutantenheim]

Music? Nows there's a thought. Jenny did love listening to music, moving with the flow, the beat, and just all around vibing. Jenny bobbed her head like she was listening to music, in agreement to Anya bringing up her like of the piano. Jenny began wondering what kind of instrument that she would be good at, or maybe she would sing. "Oh! Dude! I bet you are awesome at the piano. You're so badass at, like everything." Jenny said laughing, she genuinely believed that too, that Anya was great at everything, because that's how it seemed to Jenny. Then again Jenny knew that Anya had been so much more than she had in her past. Even despite Anya being amazing at everything, Jenny genuinely wanted to encourage her friend and be there to support her. "I might try singing. I don't know though, just feels right. Maybe it has to do with my powers being linked to sound waves and what not. Only the godz know." Jenny suggested her idea at a hobby, and then anxiety hit her so she quickly tried to explain her reasoning for her decision and then trying to make it more of a joke ended what she was saying with a chuckle mixed in and continuing after. The birds chirping in the cold afternoon to make the situation more awkward, like something out of a sitcom, or a movie.

@oozeyboozey

Most of what Anya found interest in had a lot to do with her life leading up to her freedom. Not quite the idea but it was comfortable for her. Target practice, sparring, cleaning weapons . . . all things Anya genuinely enjoyed doing. There were some other things . . . but those were the ones that generally ranked pretty high on the list.

" It's mostly just muscle memory. " She started, shrugging a little more into her coat. When it wasn't something that was a muscle memory hobby . . . she liked people watching. Mostly in parks. She also found she had a talent for music, piano being something she had found fresh after defecting, that had become a favorite pastime when she needed to do something with her hands . . . but the memories were a bit too much. " I like piano though. Dad says I'm getting really good at it. "

[mutantenheim]

@marvelousjj[Continued From]

Kurt was so glad that Jerika remembered him. He was surprised of the embrace but ultimately went with it. Kurt loved her energy. He really wished he had asked her name back then. Oh well. He could do it now. Wait she knew his name? Kurt smiled shyly.

"It's good to see zyou again, as vell." Kurt chuckles nervously.

"It's funny. You zeem to know my name but I don't think I caught your name back zen. May I inquire it of you now?" Kurt smiled shyly, showing his inner geek, as he backed out of the embrace.

“I’m so zorry.” Kurt flinched slightly awaiting Jerika to be mad at him for not knowing her name. Too many times have those close to Kurt turned on him over small things that he forgot or didn’t know.

[lellarps]

to @godstrayed. continued from here.

His entire body quivered as her voice reached his ears for the first time. In that moment, he closed his eyes, allowing the sensation to wash over him completely. It was a feeling that resonated deeply—a feeling everyone in the Fae realm understood. The first encounter with someone destined to bepart of one's existence was nothing short of intense. It possessed a potent allure, one that could border on madness. Even someone as powerful as Axis couldn't resist the temptation to go nearer.

Inevitably drawn in, he indulged her request, maintaining only a few meters of distance. She felt undeniably.... right, her presence a perfect fit as he gazed upon her. Undeniably human, as humans should naturally be, he mused. However, there was a hidden fire within her—a fire struggling to find room to grow and unleash its chaotic brilliance. He tilted his head ever so slightly, not intending to convey hostility or danger, but his innate power seeming to ripple around him, responding to the very existence of the one in front of him.

With two cautious steps, Axis advanced toward her, mindful of the knife she held. Certain metals indeed posed a threat to the fae, but unless he found himself ensnared in powerful restraints, they could never fully contain his boundless power. "I didn't mean to frighten you," he assured her, his honesty contrasting with the innate danger he exuded, for he was a predator. His handsome appearance and fine attire could only camouflage his true nature to a limited extent. "It seems I've lost my way in these woods," he continued, offering a soft, disarming smile. "I was in search of—well, never mind. Could you kindly point me in the direction of the nearest village or city? I seek lodging for a few days."

[dstractedstudios]

@sheshootsxruns

As the text from Anya came in Nico began laughing so much that she leaned forward, almost having to grab her tummy in doubled-over laughter. Grumpy Assassin huh? That was a good one. Once she stopped laughing, which wasn’t but a few seconds after it began, Nico smirked.

“I mean ‘grumpy’ is a little extreme. I’d say more, ‘needs t’ relax’. But in all honesty, you alright.“ Nico came back with teasingly, in response to Anya’s text. Nico took a deep breath in and then sighed, straightening herself.

“Okay. Now it’s time t’ get t’ business.” Blurred out exasperatedly, Nico tried to further compose herself. The witch’s mood changed a bit hearing what Anya had said under her breath. Memories flooding into her head, shifting her mood downward. With an obvious look of determination, Nico looked back to the level of the horizon at nothing in particular, then turning her head to look at Nico with a somber expression.

“Not really. Not at first or at least not to me.” Nico shrugged and got a distant look in her eyes.

“Originally I thought they we strict but kind-hearted people. Leaders in our church ‘nd whatnot. But that was a lie.“ Nico gave Anya a sad smile as she recounted her memories when she was still ignorant of who her parents truly were with a bitter sweet feeling and soft smile. Nico thought for a moment then shook her head at Anya.

“No. They don’t work with anyone. The Pride has to be in control, so you either work for them, get out of town or they make you get out of town. As for if this is their kind of thing... Yeah. I think this M.O. is their kind of thing. For a lot of reasons.“ Nico shuttered thinking of all of the things her and the other parents in the Pride could use a bunch of kidnapped kids for. Least of which being their annual sacrifice to the Gibborim.

“All the more reason for me to come with. So what kind of approach do you think we should take?” The witch said with a tone to solidify what her coming more. Nico sent a message to Anya with everything that Alex had sent her, blueprints of the building, files on the head people that should be there, how many lackey that should be there, weapons and the like, and where the kids should be kept. "There ya go! All the info that Alex sent me on th' situation." Nico smiled at Anya.

Anya didn't really DISLIKE most people. Her indifference to others was something that often came off as not liking someone, but generally speaking . . . Her and her dad were pretty similar in that way. What it really boiled down to, was not knowing how to function around most people. Her parents friends were okay . . . sometimes, but generally, as a whole, people in general TERRIFIED Anya.

Maybe that made up for most of the looks she gave that people took as her not liking someone . . . FEAR.

When she was handed back the phone, that anxiety of how to react had SMACKED her right in the face. Staring at the screen, and the name the girl put in, she looked between the phone, to Nico, and then back to the phone. Her mind working fast to try and figure out what she was missing, since there was obviously something.

@the-innumerable-heroes

With a shake of her head she sent a text to the number that had been saved. The text reading, ' Hey. It's me . . . the grumpy assassin. ' hoping she had played into the game before tucking her phone away for Nico's answer. Crime Syndicate parents huh? That did make things a little complicated.

" Man and I thought my families past was complicated. " She mused only SLIGHTLY under her breath, though it was no way in a slight against other young woman. " You don't think this would be anything that would fall under their M.O? " She asked curiously, crossing her arms over her chest. " They ever work with any other groups in the past? "

[min-yoxngi]

Little rpthread @buildabxtchrp

"It's honestly been a while that I let someone in my studio. And I inky let special people see my work place. You are special." He said, smiling at her and scrstching the back of his head. The door opened, showing the studio room with all the equiment, instruments, a few figures and a couch. "Do you want me to show you a bit and maybe make a few beats yourself?"

[bloodyarn]

Does the RPThread -Tracker Quick add still works or am I the only one having to type every thread in myself? u_u'

[dstractedstudios]

@f1rechaser

f1rechaser asked: "Have you been up all night?" ( to anyone who has a 911 verse )

Sigourney Pryde, originally of L.A.F.D. House 147 but seeing as how that house was taken out by a mudslide, that leaves Sigourney and the other firefighters of the 147 as floaters, if they wanted to continue on as firefighters, to which Sigourney did and so she was a floater. This floating position has of late has her floating to House 118. There were some stories of this House and what it's folks went through and frankly being floated here made Sigourney kind of nervous, and yet excited. She wondered what the people were like. She was so nervous in fact that she came down to the station hours early and instead of going home and back to sleep like someone sane, Sigourney Merrianne Pyrde waited. Needless to say when her shift came around, she was half dead waiting at the table in the loft in what appeared to be a kitchen area. Nice. It was here that a voice behind her caused her to slide off her hand that her head was resting on, jump, and turn around to see someone that Sigourney had seen around when multiple departments are called to fires. Sigourney thought her name was Anya, they had met once, in passing. "Wah! Uh... Yeah! Sorry. Anya right? uh...Sigourney." Sigourney stuck her hand out to offer for Anya to shake it as she stood up to greet the other firefighter. "I...uh....I'm from the 147. Our house got squashed in the mudslide. So now I'm a floater and being borrowed here. 'nd uh... pretty much yeah been up all night. Was nervous bout comin here. Sorry." Sigourney scratched the back of her head with her opposite hand and chuckled nervously.

[dstractedstudios]

Rogue paused and smirked as Steve recognized the place that she had come to call home for the moment. It wasn't a bad place to live. She has grown a lot in her time there. Once Steve was done musing about the Professor, Rogue continued into her explanation of her powers. At Steve's question Rogue's mind went blank. She then thought of Logan. She knew it would cause him pain without causing any lasting damage due to his regenerative abilities. Rogue hated the idea of it. Especially after the times that she was forced to use her powers on him to heal herself, or to knock him out, or whatever else has happened that required her to sap his powers. "H..h..how bout. What if it caused someone pain, withou' doin any lasting damage?" Rogue nervously stumbled over her words to suggest using Logan, the Wolverine, and his regenerative powers. She did not want to come off as wanting to do someone any harm but still needed to demonstrate her powers to Captain America. "I mean what'bout someone wit regenerative powers? Like Log.... I mean Wolverine? I...I...I happ'n t'know him, mawr or less personally." Rogue tried to sit calm and collected but her nerves were going crazy with anxiety over giving Steven the wrong impression about her and her use of her powers.

Steve listened to her pitch. He could see how nervous she was. The time when he had been selected to enter the Super Soldier program coming to mind. Though in retrospect...He supposed that was a bit different. He perked up when she mentioned Xavier's School.

"I've heard of the school." He commented with a nod. "Haven't had the pleasure. I'm sure he's a good man." He couldn't know for sure. But Steve always did try to see the best in people, until proven otherwise.

What she was describing, made him pause for a moment. The ability she had was powerful, and could probably be very helpful in a lot of situations, while it could also be used to cause a lot of damage. Part of the worries he had about this whole Young Avenger's thing, was putting young people into situations they didn't need to be in in to begin with. The events surrounding the Sakovia Accords came to mind.

"That's quite impressive Miss LeBeau." He started as he leaned forward. He could see that she wanted to help. Wanted to use these abilities she had to help protect people. Something Steve could identify with. "Is there any way to demonstrate this in a safe way, with no risk of hurting anyone?"