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"Like, hey there new prisoner! I'm Feliks, the, like, babysitter!" A childish looking young man beamed, his bright green eyes glowing with youth. His soul had not yet been intrigued by evil and darkness. "So, if you look around, this is your cell. Kinda boring right? I would paint it a like, wicked hipster pink." A huge, playful grin spread across the Pole's face. Yes, he was totally fabulous and he knew it.
"Feliks, shut up." A dark, Russian-sounding voice echoed through the dark underground dungeon. A somewhat tall girl with platinum hair and deep blue eyes ambled into the room with an angry, twisted look on her face. A bow sat upon her head and she wore old-fashioned clothing. Her narrowed eyes turned to Pepper. Her voice was deep, every word coming out stressed and slow. "I am Nataliya. Question for you, redhead. Were you captured by wh*re with demon eyes? Hanging with big brother?"

Natalia huffed, walking away.
Meanwhile, Feliks was bouncing along the walls. "Hey, Pepper, you like, bored or something? I want you to meet the other prisoners." The little blonde exclaimed, unlocking her cell. "Like, follow me gurl!"

ooc: Not much but typing and eating ice cream with a missing cap locks key is not very muse-fueling.

"Like, whatever you say Pepper. I was gonna show you Peggy Carter. She, like, was frozen by General Winter in the 1940's because he wanted to, like, preserve her. Natalia unfroze her yesterday. You should, like, communicate. I wouldn't want to stay in there. Besides, I heard from this dude that like, she used to know this guy named Captain America." Feliks replied, running a hand through his hair.

For a mere second, Feliks sat and thought. But his hyperactive mind didn't permit him to just sit and think. Thus the childish young man reached into his pocket, removed the silvery keys, and unlocked the cell. He held his hand out to Pepper. "You can like, trust me. I'm not affiliated with, like, Miss Red-eyed-knife-girl and Mister Mind-games." Feliks offered a genuine smile.

Feliks reached for the cool plastic in his pocket, making it self-evident that he had a working phone. Not that he could get good signal from down here, anyways. "They're like, the people who kidnapped you, Pepper!" The green-eyed Pole replied, leading her down the corridor. "The red-eyed girl is Charlotte Černohorský of Czech Republic. She's really sarcastic and scary, and I think she has a crush on that big-boned partner of hers, the one with the purple eyes. Ivan Braginski. And that girl that told me to shut up? That's Natalia Arlovskaya, his sister. She doesn't like Charlotte that much. Or me. Or anyone" Feliks informed Pepper with brief explanations although one could tell he knew much more than that.

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Tony had watched this program and thought that they were joking. They had to be. Aldrich was dead. He threw his vile body out the window, right? Or was that just a dream? But when Louise Williams announced that it had been the 'two' that he was aiming on capturing, Tony's anger reached a new level. It seeped through his bones and took over his mind. He suited up, his face twisted in fire. "I'm finding those b*stards and ripping their throats out." He told Steve darkly.
Steve was already in uniform. "Let me come with you." It was more of a demand than a request. And so the two set off to find these culprits.

"Me?" Natalia questioned, poking her head out from behind a wall. She stepped out of the shadows and offered a small smile. "Pepper Potts. I heard of you. We can be friend. As long as you stay away from big brother. Feliks and I help you. Now both of you follow me." Bela told them with a glower.

~Steven Rogers~
Steve bounded over the ground, his legs pushing him onward. They had sad there was a recent attack in New York, so that's where they were headed. While he was running the man had time to...think. About everything and anything. About the times when he was young and petite. When Sharon Carter smiled at his antics and gazed at him with warmth. Peggy...he had promised her a date. She had demanded he be on time. The powerful legs pushed faster at this point. He was angry-angry at himself for kissing that blonde, angry for not spending more time with the brunette and her cherry lips. When Peggy invited him to the date over the intercom they both knew that Steve wasn't going to make it. But they talked as if they were driving through the country. Peggy had promised him that she would teach him how to dance. Steve had replied, "Good, 'cause I'd hate to step on your-" And his sentence was never finished. The plane had embedded itself into the cold, frigid ice. He never heard the sickened words Peggy had said, when she desperately cried his name. Steve never saw the tough, military-hardened woman break down into tears that night, sobbing silently. Rogers didn't hear the stories of the lass who went down to the Stork Club every Saturday evening, waiting for her Captain. Men had flirted with her, but Peggy never budged. Steve shook the thoughts out of his mind. This was ridiculous, the way he was dwelling on the past like this. But the patriotic man couldn't help it; the heartache would never go away. Every time he turned around, Tony was happily nuzzling Pepper. Clint was cautiously pecking Natasha's cheek. Bruce was cuddling with Betty. Thor kissing Jane's nose. And of all those people, Steve was the upper hand. He had it all, yet his heart was still locked and Peggy had the key.

~Tony Stark~
Tony loomed over everything in sight, whilst Steve defied the laws of physics by how fast he was running along the plateau. His mind was in overdrive. So, this blonde-haired, red-eyed wh*re decides to take Pepper with her creepy Russian friend and run? His Pepper? Tony didn't exactly enjoy being alone. It made him relive the night his parents died. That empty feeling...is that what Steve felt? That feeling when your blood runs cold and everything in life seems meaningless? Pepper was his world. His everything. He began to feel sick with worry. What if they sent her to Russia? It was so cold and dark and dreary there...hate was passed on silently. What if they sent her to a remote island, with no direct civilizations? Tony felt the anxiety attack sink in. He would never want his baby to go through such things. Ever. What if the purple-eyed brute decided to r*pe her? Tony's repulsors increased power in his haste to catch these terrorists. They didn't belong here; they belonged to rot in Hell. Their souls were evil and black; did they even have hearts? The Godiva colored eyes narrowed as the Liberty Lady stood tall in the distance.

~Ivan Braginski~
Ivan traveled with Charlotte. The bloodied pipe still glittering int the mist beside him. The copper substance was self evident on his body. Massacre? Check. A blood-coated woman with matching eyes? Check. The Czech woman was a demon, not afraid to go up against Natalia.She had flawless skills. It was simple when he was with her. She will kill you with physical, excruciating pain. He will kill you with emotional pain. They were a great team, if he may say. Ivan had put no sympathy or pity into catching Pepper Potts. The woman he despised; believing she was high and mighty up in her castle. Ivan would rule the world with Charlotte at his side, Natalia at his feet and Katyusha at her's. People like Pepper had no place in this world; they took what was given, nothing more. They were to be picked off the planet one by one, like flies on a flytrap. He sighed happily. This, is what he wants.

~Natalia Arlovskaya~
Natalia pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling deeply. A pale hand went to sweep her chrome hair off of her shoulder. "Thank you for being honest Pepper. He turn rogue on his family." Her deep blue eyes narrowed at the memory. When she was little Ivan promised Belarus that he would protect her. About the same time, he sent her to the loony bin. They had changed her last name to Arlovskaya, just like the other orphans in Moscow. A permanent reminder that she was not welcome in the Braginski family. It was not fair. Many people believed that the younger sibling was crazy. But she was actually very logical inside her own mind. Sure, she was bipolar, but that didn't matter. What mattered was the promise Ivan broke ten years ago. He would pay for it. And the truth was, she only stalked Ivan because she liked seeing his face shrivel in terror. She liked it when Ivan put his tail between his legs and scuttled away. Because he betrayed her. Years don't count when you have a memory. And that memory was still very vivid in her mind, too vivid actually. The nurses in the mental hospital slapped a number on her back, studying her with large owl eyes. They wrote down notes in their little notepads and prodded her. They had no right; yet Ivan gave them a right. To torture her.

~ Feliks Łukasiewicz~
Feliks watched the two girls with interest blossoming within his deep green depths. He smiled, chuckling. "Like, ladies, hate to ruin your fab conversation, but there's Peggy Carter." His calloused hand pointed to the right, revealing the sleeping brunette. Feliks's eyes drifted down to the scar on his hand. He achieved it whilst fighting for Polish rights in Warsaw. It was a dark, dreary night, with no stars decorating the indigo sky. Millions of Poles gathered in Town Square, signs held up in protest. Young Feliks was one of them. He wasn't just a valley girl. Feel was the complete opposite of what people thought he was. Then, out of the blue, gunshots fired this way and that. Screams erupted from the throats of women all throughout the night. A bullet whizzed past Feliks's hand, skimming it. A searing pain tore through his flesh and ate at his bones. This couldn't be happening. The man's vision got blurry and he fell into unconsciousness...
...Feliks blinked aggressively. His past didn't matter anymore. His parents were dead, plus he was an only child. What did he have to loose? Dwelling on the past and not focusing on the future could leave him in shreds on the cold, hard ground. He gazed at Peggy in sympathy.

~Charlotte Černohorský~
Charlotte let the ghosts carry her. The alabaster skin was home to bloodied fractions, and at the face, irises. The red pupils burned with the bitter light of cheer and the sweet flame of passion. Yet not a flicker of warmth was to be found. The only time warmth blossomed within the Czech was when she was around the Russian. Now she knew three Russians, but one sparks a peak in her interest. Ivan had beautiful eyes; she could relate to him. When she was young Charlotte would peer into her mirror and say, 'What am I?'. She would stare into those red eyes all day and be fascinated nonetheless. Ivan was without a flaw in black magic. Had he gone to New Orleans himself? Her mind buzzed with thoughts that would not permit themselves to be swatted away. "Real feelings don't just go away," A man once said. What were those...things? Feelings were vile creatures that tore one to pieces. Love was just a mere fragment. Never would she say 'I love you' or 'Miluju tě' in her native tongue. Yet her head still twisted over to the Braginski brother and saw perfection.

The glittering brown eyes came to life. "Potts calm yourself right now before I put a bloody bullet between your eyes!" Agent Peggy Carter snapped in that monotone British accent, her voice cracking the air unexpectedly like a whip. Funny, those were her first words. The woman sighed, walking in her military uniform stiffly over to Pepper. She put a hand on her shoulder. "They are not here; you would have been dead if they were." She informed the redhead with a smile.

Peggy narrowed her eyes. "I've been under a long time, Potts. Therefore you have the upper hand." She shook her head. "But dear God, don't sass me." The woman nodded in Feliks's direction, as well as Natalia's. "You two said something about escaping. What was your plan? Sorry if I misunderstood any of your words for I was half dead."

Feliks chuckled. "Yes Agent Carter. I've been here a while now, and I know all of the escape routes." The Pole glanced at Pepper. "We can like, help you if you're like, willing." He put his hand out for her to shake. Natalia glowered at Pepper from afar.

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The Pole took off down the darkened hallway. "Like, follow me!" The entrance to the cave was self evident. Just 40 stairs to go!
"Like, this is totally not cool." Feliks groaned. "Since when did they have stairs?"

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Belarus urged him on with cold determination. "Come one Poland. You do better than that, I see you do it before." Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail at this point.

"Does everything like, have to be present tense with you?!" Feliks exclaimed, looking over his shoulder to see if Peggy and Pepper were following.