the avengers [ role-play ] are dead

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    [size=20pt]michael [mac] steven rogers[/size]


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    mac had just returned from his mission over seas. he was in the military, but he also worked for s.h.i.e.l.d. from time to time. about two days ago he received a message from his father, steve rogers or captian america. it was something to effect that he had been by loki; with the other avengers. then the message but out and back on again with his father gone and blood everywhere. he couldn't get that picture out of his head. his father was dead, at least that is what he believed. the others had to be dead too. the earth's mightiest heroes, dead.


    so mac did the normal thing. he called all of the avenger children together for a meeting. all he had told them was that it was urgent and to meet at avenger's tower. he didn't want to have to tell them over the phone that their parents were dead.


    but none the less he was headed toward avenger's tower. he just hated that he had to break the news to them. mac was pretty good friends with most of the avengers' children. he tried to shake the thought away as he sped up, he wanted to be the first to arrive there.[/fancypost]



    [size=20pt]niklaus faolan lokison[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]niklaus stood on the street corner. he had arrive on midgard about a month ago. he had been staying with his uncle thor and most everything believed him to be thor's son even though they had never seen him before now. his cousins knew it was all a lie though, but thor had prompted them to not spill niklaus' secret. but now thor was gone.


    niklaus had always played the innocent kid. he pretended to be nothing like his father to the people who knew that loki was his father. he assumed he was going to have to tell the rest of them soon though. especially if he wanted most of them to trust him.


    he looked up at the avenger's tower, but he didn't enter. he almost didn't feel welcome. so he stood there staring up at it, waiting for someone to arrive or let him in.[/fancypost]


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    I walked up to my father's tower, smiling as I saw my father's name on the side of the building. I strolled toward it casually, trying to ignore my racing heart. Mac had called all of us together at the tower, something big must've happened. I tried to call Dad but he didn't answer, the ten times I called him. He must be on a date with Pepper. I ran a hand through my hair and pushed the button on the elevator for Dad's office, sighing as I looked up at the ceiling. Worry ran through my veins as I ran a hand through my hair, closing my eyes. I exhaled slowly, trying to calm myself down. Everything was going to be okay, I knew it was. I opened my eyes and stepped through the elevator once it opened and I bit my lip, my brown hair falling to the side carelessly. "Mac?" I called out.


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]❥ Cameron Romanoff[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:centre;]"The world is just a nuisance nowadays,"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:white; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]"Can't we all just escape this hell?"[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=white]♚♚♚[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px][align=center][color=black][size=8][font=arial]Cameron looked up at the great tower she was so used to strolling through with her mother. She walked forwards, looking for the door. Her hands searched for the up button on the elevator her vision obstructed by the constant downloads and scans of her glasses. She had managed to download new technology from the tower, it was just unfortunate that it took a little longer that expected and her vision was blocked. Hearing a ding she stepped inside, biting her lip as she fumbled her hands over the buttons in hope that she'd hit the correct button.


    Cameron stepped out, the multiple amounts of coding and information vanishing to leave her eyes unfocused and a little confused. "Wonderful." She muttered to herself, blinking a few times as her vision began to focus and center ahead of her. She turned her head slightly as saw a girl, she looked quite like Tony Stark but she had honestly never met her before. Cameron tilted her head to the side, whispering a simple word, "Analyse." Her glasses did a thorough scan, getting a 3 dimensional view of the girl, information popped up on the side before Cameron ushered another word, "Father." 'Tony Stark," popped up under the girl's picture. She blinked and shook her head, clearing the information from her screen mode and her search and analysis history.


    [size=20pt]michael [mac] steven rogers[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; colors: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]the technology in the room over whelmed mac. they maybe had one computer at home and that was the extent of all of the technology that they owned. it was weird being here. he felt like he was intruding he also still had a sick feeling in the pit of his somach.


    he had been fumbling around with the light switch for a while he had finally figured out how to turn the lights on. of corse he had chosen the wrong room. he was looking for a meeting room. tony stark's office, now he felt even worse about coming here. maybe he should of let them just figure it out for themselves.


    he turned his head when he heard someone call his name. he saw demetra and cameron standing in the door way. he tried to put on a fake smile. "hey guys." he said with a small nod to the both of them. [/fancypost]

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    The angelic feminine glided her hand through her silky hair, blonde spirals enveloping her shoulders. Mesmerizing azure optics combed through the room before stepping into the elevator. Dante was quick to fallow after her, his willowy fur swirling after his massive frame and claws clicking against the hard tile floors. Raising her hand, her brows creased into a frown as she jabbed her thumb into the buttons. The elevator escalated gracefully throughout the floors before it came to a stop and the doors glided open, revealing a foreign room. Her ellipse eyes swirled through the faces before proceeding. A smile made way across her lips as she greeted Cameron and Demetra with a friendly nod of her golden crown. A confused look crossed her face as her expression remained lacking of emotion. Her vessel made her way towards Mac, her brother. "What's going on?" She hissed, glancing up at him. The dog fallowed, tail wagging and ears alert as he glanced around the room with big brown pools of curiosity.


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    "Sup." I greeted Mac casually. The truth was, I really got along with most of the other kids. I was never really unfriendly to them. Unless they pissed me off of course. I frowned a little and crossed my arms, my brown eyes meeting Mac's. "What's going on?" I asked as I stepped more into Dad's top floor, slumping down on the couch and putting my feet on the glass table in front of me. "You guys can relax. I practically own this place." I laughed a little and pulled my long hair into a ponytail.


    Macy Maximoff || Hourglass
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    I sigh as I approached stark towers. My hood pulled up over my head and my brown locks falling down to a ways past my shoulders. I caught my lip between my teeth and held it there as I stopped in front of the building, looking up and squinting my hazel eyes. I could barely make out the top, as it was a cloudy day. I shake my head and trudge on wards, my combat boots splashing in the clutter of sidewalks that coated the streets of Manhattan. The glass doors slide open, granting me access to the inside and unusual coolness. I glance around before continuing walking, noticing a boy with black hair standing. I didn't say anything though, as I was in no mood for conversation. I had business to attend to. I press the button to the elevator and tap my foot to an unheard beat as I wait for the elevator doors to open. Once they finally do, I step inside and hopefully press the right button. I brush my bangs out of my face, looking around the fancy elevator with a scowl. I never was that into technology. I loved a good old fashion book, but whatever. It's not like much care what I think. I was snapped out of my trance by a soft ding, signaling I had reached my floor. The doors slide open and I exit, entering a room filled with some familiar faces. I had met all of the avenger's kids, and I thought I was friends with all of them, but maybe some of them didn't like me. I didn't really mind either way...but once again, whatever. I was just in a bad mood today, and I didn't know why. I could just sense something was wrong. "Hey guys. What's the urgent situation?" I ask, giving a wave to everyone as I stand awkwardly, my hands shoved in my pockets. I hadn't seen any of these guys in a while, so it was a tad bit awkward.


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    [size=20pt]michael [mac] steven rogers[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]mac stared at his sister as she entered the room. a lot of them had showed up by now. "it's nice to see you too, ren." he muttered. he stood there awkwardly for another moment. he slowly sat down in a chair as he glanced over at demetra. than at macy how had just entered the room.


    he sat there tapping his foot on the ground "i think it'd be in everyone's best interest to take a seat." he said then looked back over at demetra. "if that's okay with you." he said. the girl did pretty much own the place now and he didn't want to be disrespectful.[/fancypost]



    [size=20pt]niklaus faolan lokison[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]niklaus kept standing there with his arms crossed. his bright blue orbs still observing every aspect of this large tower. he tilted his head slightly when a girl past by him and entered the building. he narrowed his eyes at her. she didn't even say a word to him, which almost made him paranoid.


    he decided he should wait for a little while. it felt like the right thing for him to do at the moment. plus he had really been told anything by his father, but he could guess that the recent disaparence of the avengers was probably tied to his father in some way.[/fancypost]


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    "Yeah, yeah, it's fine." I said as I casually resting my arm on the back of the couch, acting casual but in reality, my heart was racing and my mind was racing with different scenarios. "Now, what's going on, Mac? Why are we all here?" I asked with a small frown, my brown eyes meeting his as I spoke.


    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]❥ Cameron Romanoff[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:centre;]"The world is just a nuisance nowadays,"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:white; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]"Can't we all just escape this hell?"[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=white]♚♚♚[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px][justify][color=black][size=8][font=arial]Cameron did as he instructed, taking a seat before crossing her legs over one another and glancing at him. Her glasses tech were picking up completely different sets of emotions, varying from sadness to concern to fear. Although she could tell that something was generally wrong, she could tell that everyone already knew this regardless, they were hardly ever called apart from by their parents.


    She focused on Mac's facial expressions, letting her eyewear distinguish his features and put them into categories. "Not good.." She simply muttered to herself, keeping her voice extremely quiet and whispered as she spoke. Her attention turned to the girl not too far away from her current seat, the girl hit the head on the nail, asking the perfect question which Cameron could tell everyone wanted to ask. 'Tony Stark.' flashed up on her screen, her sudden focus being thrown off as she had forgotten she had placed a question into her history.


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    Christina was at school, since she always loved to study. In the music room, she ate her lunch along with a few of her other friends, who fortunately didn't know about her Godly father. She always kept that to herself. She only had two more classes until she was allowed to leave and go home when she received a call Michael. She excused herself and took the call, suddenly getting worried about the urgency he had for her to appear at this last-minute meeting.
    Once the call ended and her questions weren't answered, Christina went to her friends and told them something was up and she had to go. Grabbing her backpack, she walked out of the school and called her parents. No answer? Weird, since her mother at least would always answer her calls no matter what. She furrowed her brow in confusion and headed to the tower, walking.
    More and more questions formed in her head as to what could have happened. Perhaps they need more agents to help with a mission gone bad? There wasn't much possibilities that popped in her head so she had to get to the tower. She had too much on her mind already to think outside the box at the moment.


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    The female's azure pools narrowed, swirling with confusion, yet sparkling with interest. What did Mac know that she didn't? Lifting her gaze from her concerned brother, Ren took a seat near Demetra on the plush couch. Her elbows upon her knees and chin resting on her palms as she was ready to here the news. Ren's eyes snaked across the room, taking a quick glance over her shoulder as Macy entered the room. Something was clearly bothering Mac, and she couldn't couldn't quite put a finger on it.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]mac stared at them with a small sigh. he wanted to tell them why they were here, but he also wanted to wait for the others. he didn't want to tell anything more than once, but yet he still didn't want to keep them waiting.


    he took in a deep breath. his bright blue orbs looked more dark and sad. he frowned as he looked down at his feet as he finally started to speak. "as most of you may know, our parents went to go face loki again." he said still not looking at them. "well, something went wrong." he finally looked up at them. his face was somber. "they are dead." he said in a soft voice that seemed to carry weight throughout the room.[/fancypost]


    Macy Maximoff || Hourglass
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    I did not sit down, as I did not want to. I stood there, glancing around the high-tech place. I still did not like it. Mac started to speak and I quickly looked up, my attention averting to him. At his words, my mouth hung open to the point where I thought it hit the floor. My eyes widen and I could feel myself starting to lift off the ground and my hands grew warm. I took a deep breath, and exhale. My feet hit solid ground and my hands grew less warm, back to their normal temperature. I shake my head, running my hands through my brown hair. "Dead? All of them? Impossible." I breathe out, looking up at Mac with a bold, but defeated look in my eyes.


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    The color drained from my face. No... No, no! I was thankful I was sitting down or else I would've fallen over. I exhaled shakily, tears swelling into my brown eyes quickly. No, no, not Daddy. I cried out, a loud sob escaping my lips. My best friend, my protector, my Dad... was dead. I just cried and cried, my face in my hands. After a few moments, I quickly stood and marched over to Mac, glaring down at him with anger and complete sadness in my once happy brown eyes. "Tell me it's not true." I spoke angrily and clenched my jaw, trying to show anger instead of sadness at the moment. I had to try and be strong. Then I broke. "Please tell me it's not true. Please." I sobbed and dropped to my knees, unable to hold it in. I just cried, sitting on my knees on the floor that once belonged to Dad...

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    I sat, awaiting for him to announce news. I was unsure, restless, and anxious. My Caribbean oceans swirling with concern. My brother opened his mouth, as he seemed to be choosing his next words with great care. My brows furrowed as I sat up, attention sparking in my lit pupils. As the next sentence rolled from his tongue, my hands dropped to my sides, my heart fluttering. This couldn't be true, my mind didn't want to believe it. My brain seemed to process the information, but was quick to spit it out in disgust. My emotions were numb, I couldn't feel them, sadness had not yet come upon me. I was always like this when grave news settled upon me. I wouldn't believe it, my mind wouldn't quite process that this was reality, it didn't seem real to me, yet it was. "Mac, tell me this isn't true. Tell me this is a sick joke," I growled, anger rising in my throat as I got to me feet, hands curled into fists. I knew he was not lying, I knew this was no joke.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]❥ Cameron Romanoff[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.9; color:black; font-family:georgia; text-align:centre;]"The world is just a nuisance nowadays,"[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; font-size:17pt; opacity:0.7; color:white; font-family:georgia; text-align:center; letter-spacing:-1px; margin-top:-8px;]"Can't we all just escape this hell?"[/fancypost]


    [align=center][font=georgia][size=7pt][color=white]♚♚♚[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px][justify][color=black][size=8][font=arial]Cameron raised an eyebrow, ignoring the stats that flashed on her glasses. "Are you completely sure? I mean.. my mother is a fighter.. and she can get herself out of anything." She moved her hands up to her face, gently taking hold of the 'arms' and pulling them forwards. She eased her glasses off, her tech beeping as it was manually shut off. Her eyes became dizzy and unfocused for a while, her optics adjusting to the difference between flashing and alerts to plain old blurry eyesight. Cameron sunk down into her chair, Mac's expressions clearly showing that he wasn't lying or even joking in that matter, he was completely serious. Salty tears started to roll down her cheeks, her emotions were so messed up at the current moment that she hardly even knew that she'd started crying.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=#212121 borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: black; margin-top: 0px; letter-spacing: 0px;]"i saw it happen right in front of me d*mnit!" he said suddenly becoming a little ticked off. which rarely ever happened with mac. the blonde was just angry that they didn't trust him word.


    "i understand you're upset. but i'm not going to sit here while loki gets away with murdering our family." Mac said as he looked around the room and got up out of his cry. he would leave them alone for now, but this wasn't about to go with out justice. he took a deep breath as he looked at his sister. he didn't even look her in the eye as he quickly walked out of the room to get some peace and quiet.


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    Christina arrived at the tower and waved hello to a boy standing in front of it. "Hello, dear!" She exclaimed happily, smiling at him warmly. She walked inside and held the door open for him just a little so he could come in. Perhaps it wasn't the best decision she's made but certainly he couldn't be that bad, he certainly didn't seem like it to her. And if anything, she was already late. She could catch up on whatever happened with one of the other members if anything. The fresh breeze of New York went into the building lightly as her hair slightly followed it's course.
    "Do you need to see somebody?" She asked as she wasn't fully aware of the boy's parentage. She never was aware of her cousin's on her Uncle Loki's side since her parents never truly talked about them. Even so, she wasn't one to judge her uncle, understanding at occasions the things he does. People would view her differently because of this but she didn't mind. She had a mind of her own, and she was proud of it. She smiled softly at him, showing him a bit of the dimples she had since she was a child.


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