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Poke Pt 7 - Masquerade & Marbles

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Poker, online a recap of a radio show Reed had asked you to take place in to fill in the world to work of bright minds this year was something of a stunning notion for the people commenting on what was shared. After the talk of your aircraft plans and latest two hospitals you had installed scanners for them that had the hospitals thriving, it was a clear as day pause to enable a comment from you about your dating life. They had commented on the pictures of yourself with quite a number of men, of varying ages, and so question of spare time and what you used to fill it left the host stunned for words as to how you filled your spare time between jobs and ship building.

You didn’t mean to derail the conversation Tony at the other end of the table coasted the talk back onto focus of how several of the men at the table enjoyed poker in their downtime, and most certainly you didn’t aim to have several messages to wake up to daily with such a bombshell hobby. Some simply called you an outright liar, much like a woman who hosted morning show that straight up said you were hiding some secret relationship within this pool of well known men with this hobby. That as a young woman with a title to ease family abroad into news of said secretive relationship yet to be tested for a future longevity you were simply trying to hide this from the world behind some nonsensical hobby.

Thoughts on the story snapped at Johnny Storm landing at your side in his blue body suit with flames receding, “You know, only way to get ahead of this story is to launch it into hyper drive for cover.” Up at him you smirked as he offered you a white rose inside of a fireproof cloth the size of a hand towel, “If you’re up for it, you know where I live.”

“Thank you, might be helpful for a more fun person, and I wouldn’t be your anchor. You can fly Johnny Storm.”

Sentimentally he kept his eyes on yours, “Man I wish you were my Mate,” shaking his head he said, “Yours better be, unspeakably impossible, or it is so unfair for a heart like yours.” A bit wider your smile spread, “They turn out some miserable shell of a bump on a log,” he tapped a finger on his chest, “Nothing is stopping me from rising to be deserving of you. I might not be the one you could be stuck to cosmically, but one day I could be the one you choose.”

“JOHNNY!” clear as day shouted from his sister followed by a distant crash had him lean in and press a quick kiss to your cheek then step back to ignite and blast himself into the sky.

Softly you sighed and kept moving, ignoring the people who had of course stopped to film, cradling the flower which by the time you got home had sprouted roots and was savoring the water inside your thermos you added it to for a temporary home on the walk. His words did hit you hard and staring at the now settled white rose in its new dirt filled pot tears obscured your vision and gasps bled into haggard breaths until you were curled in a ball on the floor. Just flooded with panic and dread over who you used to be, who you were, and what sort of person was so brutally tethered to all of that. Eventually to cry yourself to sleep there and wake up needing to crack nearly every joint in your body for the all over stiffness the emotional onslaught had left you with.

“The answer is no,” you said to the purse lipped Peter who sat down on the empty table you were seated at waiting for the big escort to the book, poster and merchandise fair on the other end of the school that would fill the first class slot for everyone.

“You’re not dating the Human Torch?” Ned behind him asked to MJ’s ease into the group as Gwen nearby tried to pretend she wasn’t listening while in a group of her other friends who were excited about the excuse to get out of class.

“No, he offered to play up a fake relationship for press but I said I wasn’t the type to do that and he deserves better than that.”

“But that’d be so awesome,” MJ said and Gwen had to keep her mouth shut and glance away. “You build planes, make flying health drones, he can fly. You could be backup and help patch him up after.” The image lured a smirk across your lips, making her say quickly, “Okay that sounded better in my head, more even a dynamic.”

Ned said, “He can’t fly in the rain, and you can,” luring the trio to nod and you to let out a chuckle.

“I will consider it should we get the chance. Until then, just need to get to the summer first and all that can just happen how it is meant to.”

Ned asked, “Did you try your button with him yet?”

“Ya, after the day I got it. So we’re both still searching.��

Peter asked, “Is there anyone you want it to be?”

“I really don’t know. Who would you want yours to be.”

“That’s,” he said nervously in a cracking tone, “Is a very hard question.”

“It is.” You said with a grin. “Bound to slam into them eventually,” you said stealing a look at the list of stalls here today the others jumped on inspecting for a battle plan of sorts while you ignored the eyes focused on you having heard what you said and the exhaustion and sadness that bled out across your face until you looked up again.

Strangers formed a sea entering and inside of the party floor inside of Stark Tower which had seating and bar areas on two sides of the spacious dance floor. With ample mingling space on the other end and a few closed off bedrooms and baths for rest or privacy, all engulfed by a wrap around glass encased sunny hallway to mime a balcony. Upon exit of the elevator eyes fell onto you, taking note of the voluminous skirt of your gown in a nude colored under layer topped with black lace decoration stitched onto black sheer fabric continuing up the sleeveless bodice. Hidden behind a black lace mask tipped with gold to match your heels your face was obscured, only given away by the long braid of curls and purple eyes for those not well known to you.

Eddie in a tux with a mask of his own thanks to his stature had been cornered by a few women assuming he was part of the Avengers. So alone you toured the perimeter, taking in the layout, pretending to aloofly be in search of a familiar face. All the while the lowest earrings you wore had the youngest of the Fantastic Four smirk in recognition of the petite figure wearing his gift of diamond and yellow diamond teardrop earrings. Though the necklace you made to pair with it had other women staring jealously. In a choker around the base of your neck in a woven Asgardian metal base were grape sized teardrop yellow diamonds to form hearts. Spaced enough to fit leaf shaped clear diamonds all around them that met in the front for a strand of teardrop clear diamonds growing in size to end the strand with a yellow diamond to put the Tiffany diamond to shame to rest just shy of your cleavage.

Contrasting the white interior of the place bright and bold flowers chatted peacefully in their hidden dirt pots as they clearly were live bouquets and not cut ones impressing you all the more as you rounded the tall pillar bases. One in the back corner seemed to be lacking and easily without igniting a gentle stroke of fingers across a cascading blossom sent a ripple through the one decoration hidden here to not be pointed out by others. And as you continued onwards the bouquet perked up considerably to rival the others.

Music throughout kept others distracted while they braved the dance floor, save for one suit clad sulking Super Soldier with shot glass being twisted atop the arm of his chosen leather armchair in the sitting area. Right for him you moved, fully in notice of the trio of Widows who recognized the gown and began to plan to check in on you later after mingling with their current social partners. Arms bent in a lean forward you lowered. The angle causing that yellow diamond and the familiar locket and rings that slipped out of the top of your dress to slide down Bucky’s shoulder and chest. Instantly at notice of the locket the corner of his lips quirked up and the blurry face next to his came to a stop for him to hear, “Now I know a fella with such blatant disregard for his own ankles is not sulking on the edge of a dance floor.”

Lowly he chuckled and he hummed back, “No one’s asked me.”

“Oh I’m asking,” you said making him chuckle as you pulled back and tucked your locket back into the gown, circling the chair, playfully keeping your body facing him in his rise to his feet. “I even took lessons.”

You said making him chuckle again, “Where do they have swing lessons?”

“I know places, even have free ballet classes twice a month. Or did, before the lockdown. Just might put you to shame, lucky ducky.”

Right up his finger rose to tap the largest stone on your necklace, “That rock on your neck you put all of the Vanderbilt’s to shame. You are gonna need an escort home.”

“My maneater is around,” you joked as he lowered his hand to offer a hold of yours to escort you onto the floor. “Wanted to try it out before the big sail reveal, you got sisters, think it looks right?” The confidence in your tone slipped and at the start of a latin hip hop hinted song with a beat close to a lively swing tune had him smirk and ease the press of his thumb into the back of your hand for a comforting squeeze.

“Not a dame in this place who isn’t plotting to palm that piece,” instantly his smile spread to the growth of your smile and notice of the formerly sulking soldier who hummed, “I’ll watch your back for any daggers drawn, you watch mine for my new time piece.” The subtle flash of the rolex he had been given had him chuckle at your impressed soft whistle then he took a first step to a dance that had eyes now fixed upon the dangerously wide smile stuck on his face for the rest of his time on the floor. One dance style that had Steve with a willing partner who wanted to learn in means of winning his time for the night also brave the floor.

A couple more lively tunes for the impressed Avengers watched this dance enthused side of their new friend, who after the beat changed was easier to coax into a laughter filled lesson of his own to bring him a bit closer to the eras of dance the world now knew of. Still it didn’t have his heart like his own music but at least with a fellow out of time baby sister like you he could adjust in due time with ample lessons to come.

Laughter and smiles amongst the bouncing jewels, braid and voluminous gown had no loss of attention that the sudden arrival of trays of appetizers suddenly caused the music to dim to allow time for mingling and a break of dancing. Tray after tray in just a single glance over your shoulder and Eddie was seen ducking out of view, to be shielded on the cameras when Venom sprung out to leap off a balcony at notice for no edible food for their clearly hungry baby sister to enjoy.

“Truly that is a remarkable piece, one to goad envy from the grandest of fortunes within this hall.” A voice hummed right beside you.

Up at the raven haired Prince in a suit and golden mask to match his tie you smirked to reply. “For a compliment like that I would require confirmation of a name, you have deceivingly familiar blue eyes.” A smirk of his own grew at the beginnings of a conversation to distract from the parade of inedible food while Bucky shared he was off with his aching face to find some food hidden somewhere at his own growing hunger.

Melina to a swift swoop of an official’s aid who wished to speak to the Prince across the room took your bare side to say, “Now that is a stunning necklace, heirloom?”

“No, printed it myself. Are you enjoying the party?”

“I never was one for parties.” Her eyes swept over your face and she said, “I do not recall most of my years at Hydra, but we have met before the park, correct?”

“Few times,” you said causing her mask coated brow to tick upwards, “They actually sent you and Yelena to stop me at the airport when I left Russia.”

“Oh,” she said at a loss for words making you chuckle to yourself.

“No hard feelings. I stashed some sedating rounds before I left, made it easy on you.” Earning a chuckle from her in return, “Any plans now you’re free? Or just jumping teams and keeping at the gun slinging?”

“Not sure yet. It would appear the Winter Soldier is quite intent on leaving the field, someone must take his place.”

“At least Natasha and Yelena get to know you better.”

“We are not actually family.” She said and your head ticked to the side as you heard Venom on his way back up the building through your bees still shielding him on surveillance.

“Only if you choose not to be.” Swap of mingling partners came and like the wind you were simply gone.

Bucky still trapped in his bubble of bliss, feeling happy from a bout of fun all his own since his being freed without forcing it for the sake of others as well could tell there was a certain absence.

Meanwhile the embrace and press of a kiss to the soldier’s cheek lingered in the chest of the Raven haired Prince sulked away from his forced social target. To lap the room in search of that same locket clad new friend he hoped to deepen his link with, as you were one who truly tried effortlessly to make him and his brother feel welcomed. Partly at least immersed with hints of their culture through the people who had learned from ages ago. To hint at least of home.

“Not so much as a word to Johnny Storm, playing hard to get I see.” One woman quipped just beginning the gossip said Prince would hear of the numerous men here apparently claimed to be romantically entangled with the young lady of some standing. Bruce upon hearing his name rather loudly had his goal to be made blatantly clear that he was in no way shape or form involved or ever would be with someone who was still technically a child compared to his own age. Noise that had the young and rather socially anxious Peter Parker within the crowd slipping away for a place to wait the outburst out.

Aim for the private rooms to feign the need for a toilet if need be was had, though wide eyed he found the answer to the missing persons question when he opened the only unlocked door on the room on the end. Behind a hand you were heard saying, “Don’t tell Stark,” and the teen could only smirk and enter the room shutting the door behind him promptly at sight of the towels across you and Eddie’s laps and mountain of bags of tacos and burritos split between the two of you.

Offer of a towel and a split of the hoard had him hurry over to dig into a real belly filling meal compared to the fancy unappetizing display outside.

Mere whispers of where you might have gone to, or having left altogether to leave mere rumor in your wake lured the Prince to check the closed spaces for sign there. The first door he opened waft of a different feast tugged the corner of his mouth up to find you with a savory hoard all to yourselves. Between bites you simply blurted out, “Can you be bribed for silence?” The door was shut behind him and to the bed he moved.

Ensuring to scoot your skirt over to not disturb it as he sat down accepting his own share. “To keep from the pressure to continue eating the travesty of a supply of food Stark has ordered I would savor anything you offer me.” No other man was the target of this private space or entanglement aside from filling your bellies. And though he wouldn’t admit it aloud he prized his craftiness to have been the one to answer the mystery of the whereabouts of the mistress of the evening had slipped off so unnoticeably while clad so very distinctly to possibly prevent such an act.

“Shieldmaiden Pear,” he began his try to learn you better, “It has become my understanding that you were the one to break Barton out of his cell in Japan.”

“True,” you answered and chuckled at the wider creep of his impressed smile.

“I’m listening, I trust your Beserker allies informed you of how to best them.” Largely he took a bite of his next burrito to allow you ample time to talk while he chewed, but instantly regretted that as you answered only luring up more questions from his mind.

“No, Heimdall did.” After a quick grin you continued, “It was a comment he made while on Vanaheim, of the control panel to the prisons that bear a weakness during varied celestial events within dimensions around the one Asgard is housed inside of.”

“How convenient,” he finally hummed after he’d finished his mouthful. “Master of our borders allowing such prized secrets loose.”

“Actually he only commented on the event and power to the planet, the escape of convicts was a passing sentence in the summary. Work backwards from that and only pulses and frequencies of the effects celestial events bear on surrounding areas and pulse inhibitors are an obvious first choice.”

“You defend him,” he teased.

“Fandral is the one who gave away the keys to the secret treasury,” you replied making him and Eddie chuckle around their mouthfuls while you took another bite and let Peter jump into the conversation.

When the food had run out and the door began to open again Loki waved his hand burning the wrappers in a single motion and laid back to rest against your lap that had your hand instinctually rest on the side of his head.

“What are you doing?” Rhodey asked from the doorway then smirked at the Prince lounged across your lap. “Your brother is looking for you, Loki.”

Loki simply sighed and turned his head to press a kiss to the underside of your fingers for a shielded goodbye followed by a sudden rise to sit upright then get up to go find his brother to see what he wanted.

Mouthwash from your purse was handed out in travel sized bottles and disposed of in the trash on your ways to rejoin the party at Pepper’s trip to come and find where the former life of the dance floor had gone.

“There you are,” Storm said in an ease up to your side, “I’m stealing you.” He joked to get you back on the dance floor now the music had kicked on again only to be stolen away the next round to have a revolving set of partners for you. Including the raven haired Prince and your old teacher to get his smile perked up again to work on the tips Sam was trying to give him.

Jane out of the mix who had taken over Eddie’s try to get a refill for his drink luring you over to help him fill in the blanks of what the planet looked like where she had been taken hold of by the aether. Simply she soaked in all you both shared and then got to asking a few questions about Vanaheim as well to know if a fellow visitor there had some of the same thoughts or assumptions she had come to during her stay. Thor being scolded for an inebriated try to break glasses in demand for more alcohol lured her away and had you grin at Peter who had snuck over to wide eyed hear more about space.

A silent alarm on your phone had you slip up to Loki’s side while he moved between destined tedious mingling partners. Around his middle hands settled and almost cheek to cheek the raven haired Prince at the lull between dances heard you whisper in Swedish, “We’re about to sneak out. Thank you again for the dances and the bribery.” Across his lips a smirk eased then broke in the part of his lips at the brief tap of lips to his cheek and the sudden slip away of his former partner through the crowd.

“Okay this is weird,” you muttered in reading the notice from your hive of a note being webbed to your apartment window to head to Eddie’s. Already you had an odd task of fetching a small box of mail that was too large to fit inside your mailbox sure to include offers of representation for you publicly or even written inquiries about your necklace to join the several messages you had gotten online from various routes of where you had gotten it. Online wherever possible the jewelry enthusiasts, including a Director working on a film including an actress playing the late Elizabeth Taylor had been messaging you on the hour to get an answer to know who to call for more extravagantly perfect pieces for the fake Dame to don.

Straight to his building you went with said box tucked underneath your arm, using the spare key you had his door was opened to let out muffled grunts of words urging you to hurry in and see what was wrong. Onto the half wood and resin dining table you left the box instantly looking over the gagged, tweed jacket and wool pant clad man in loafers Eddie was pacing around. To his waist from his neck Eddie dropped his hands and gestured to the man, now head on revealing a blood streak on the collar of his shirt and the side of his head, “This guy hit me with a skillet.”

“Where?” You asked in a stunned tone eyeing Venom’s tiny head pooled out still glaring at the man on top of Eddie’s head.

“Here, he was waiting in here for me! Said something about using me to get to you so Buddy didn’t eat him as he webbed him up.” Again you looked to the man and Eddie reached over tearing the webbing off the captive’s face gaining a stunned exhale of air for the sharp tug at his skin and tuft of a beard underneath his lower lip. “Tell her.”

“Well it looses effect with me stuck to this chair.” A tendril from Venom in the back of his head whacked him with his hand and the man blurted out, “However, however,” his eyes rose to meet yours again in the cross of your arms. “My intention was to enforce reason upon you to make use of that magical ship of yours to free the Elgin Marbles from their unlawful captivity from colonial shores.”

“That’s it?” Eddie asked and reached out to tear the webbing down the back of the chair to free the pudgy six foot man whose frame hinted of a retired formerly injured athlete by how his weight had settled around sure pockets of lingering muscle. “Could have just asked, man.” The statement had him look between you and Venom webbed the windows along the seams to ensure no one else broke in while you were away and Eddie shoved the man to the door. “Don’t have all night. Bloodied my skillet you are coming too.”

A subtle wink to you and there was a confirmed plan to ditch or kill him if need be in the turn you took to head out again now to the garage. Once there up at Eldfalls you peered in his resting place in ship form, “Haven’t asked yet, but, what is your stance on aiding a criminal endeavor for the history books?”

Lowly a chuckle came from the ship and he lit up with excited flames for you and Eddie to toss the intruder onto the deck and climb up after him. Soon as you shared the location of the marbles flames erupted to transport you three to the museum in England where you mentally had already sent electronic wasps ahead to alter the security footage and redirect guards by minor glitches in other exhibits.

Right off the ground and their supports the marbles came easily and hurriedly you had hopped off to do a quick count ensuring they were all inside the beam.

Cackles right out of a cartoon, loud and obnoxiously confident, the man had started making noise breaking the effort for stealth, instantly causing you and Eddie to lock eyes and gesture at the idiot who fell headless within seconds of the draw of Eir-Gram.

“Just had to go and cackle like that,” Eddie said catching hold of your hand to tug you aboard mid leap up to zap off. “Couldn’t even wait.” Lost in flames and tunnels of light above the ruins of the Acropolis of Athens now encased in a barrier of bees casting a hologram of the ruins to disguise your acts inside a shielded bubble you arrived.

With apparent care each piece thanks to murmurs from the earth you leapt out to touch was put back into place to match the pieces Eldfalls helped you to fetch from the museum nearby within Greece. Other relics were left in place while you transported back again. And there ignited to get to some serious work.

Bright and bold power surged to swirl and contort around every crevice and crack of these old stones. Inside your head echoes of the original structure pulsed to the coating of Vibranium you layered around the structure ensuring it would neither collapse or be able to be stolen again. Over which to mirror old paint in gemstones of varying colors and solid gold each building of this sacred place became painted to shield the metal protected stone, around a recreation of a massive golden statue of Athena who this city was named after and used to grant protection to its people.

Sharply a breath left your lips to the hold Eddie took of your dimmed self around the waist to keep you steady. “I say we make a getaway and make the rest of my tater tot hoard so you can show off that box of yours.”

“Oh I am going to love hearing England scream over this.” You said luring a smile across his lips in the joint turn to the ship that zapped you both home again with glee.

Eldfalls being the only one to notice the cloaked figure just beyond your barrier, who upon your vanishing act and drop of the hologram eerily faded into the earth mid low ominous pleased chuckle.

“What’s in the box?” he asked in the wait for food and helped you to sort the mail to keep the usual bills, friend and family letters apart from the rest you broke open to varying levels of torn papers and ones left aside to respond to later.

‘Now the true question is, does the British Museum now have not rights of property, but rights to desecrate a sacred monument to retrieve the initially stolen artifacts.’ Everywhere the news replayed the coverage of the explosively celebratory city at the monument restored beyond what they could imagine with ample efforts to pay homage to not just Athena but all the gods with representative statues there.

Even to the shock of the Princes the museum, with just a decapitated skeleton in Ancient Greek styled armor found inside of it bearing no hint of identification just yet as it had structural hints of not being entirely human, had pled to Thor and Loki for support and urgency to aid in the return of their property. Both however publicly refused to desecrate a sacred place to support a profit for their pocket books when greed had kept the arguable property issues silenced for decades now since they had been taken in the first place.

Although after days of celebration and homage paid a day of rest was called for by officials to grant the people of the city and state who had traveled there rest from the nonstop festival the news change entirely. A second round of celebration was again called for as out of the renewed worship and homage Athena, Artemis and Ares themselves had appeared to slay the powered group of thieves sent by England to dismantle the place and fetch those expensive ruins, not just the original chunk this time either, this time the whole thing to make their point.

Lightning and earthquakes while the monarch was there rocked Buckingham Palace as Zeus struck back with a booming warning against any strike upon those lands again. Reborn off faith out of one act the old gods roamed the country again to claim their old homes and check upon their lost peoples they would all ensure no more monuments would be stolen away from them.

“So I might have woken up the Greek Gods,” you said in a call to Idun and Epli, the Beserkers who co-owned the research center your parents had formed with them left in a third now to yourself.

Chuckles faded into one saying, “You informed us Thanos is coming, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now as in the old alliance they will stand with us to defend the realm, if not in battle but in influence alone.” The other added, “Truly, this is beneficial to us time will not have broken the treaty of peace between our people, the Mayans might even revive should they wish it upon word of their greatest allies have returned to the realm. The Egyptians have never abandoned their post, merely grown more cryptic.”

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