12302/The Cure: No Place Like Home

The Cure: No Place Like Home
Date of Scene:	07 October 2020
Location:	Bryant Park, Midtown
Synopsis:	Metaforce ruins a construction site. Avengers send them packing.
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Phoenix, Prismatic, Winter Soldier, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Nightingale
Tinyplot:	Mutant Cure

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Pixie has posed:
The construction crew had started right on schedule to renovate the old, worn down hotel suite - known formerly as The Savory Inn - A name that did it no Justice, given its rather sad, ruined appearance, not to mention the rather unsavory interactions that occurred most nights here.

Fortunately, thanks to the efforts of some Xmen and New Mutants, most of the mutant squatters had been relocated a week before the date of reckoning.

Since that day, the workers had been working diligently in the site, keeping the basement which was in surprisingly good shape but having turn down most of the rest of the building. This early evening finds them busily working on upper floors, the building framed in a metal frame as they diligently fill out the framework on the first six floors - clearly this is going to be a much larger luxury hotel than its predecessor.

They weren't counting on the sudden appearance of the terrorist group, Metaforce. As a construction worker lifts a massive I-beam using his crane, to an upper floor, he is suddenly attacked by a large flock of glowing green crows, some of whom get into the controls, short circuiting the panels, while others attack the driver.

Needless to say, the crane swings around erratically, sending the I-beam crashing into a few of the floors. Concrete slabs and chucks of wood come crashing down, sending a few construction workers and bystanders down below into a panicked frenzy.

Phoenix has posed:
The sounds of destruction, the screams and shouts of panicked workers; such chaos is music to the ears of Dragonlord. Like a dungeon boss out of Skyrim, the scale-armored and winged man rises up over the wound ripped into the side of the building, his brash laughter as unpleasant as the sounds of the I-beam scraping on concrete.

"Good, good. Run, little ants! It'll make this more fun!" He bellows before unleashing a fiery blast that sets several of the splintered, exposed timbers ablaze. "Metaforce! No one escapes this site alive."

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis Carr had been in town to tend on an errand on Club Evolution's behalf -- and also a little business of her own. She had been walking down the street, a gig bag over her shoulder before she heard the screams.

    She reached into her pocket, pulling out what looks like a bluetooth earbud and slipping it in as she rnus to the scene, stashing her gig bag to the side as she goes, drawing her escrima sticks from her boots.

    "Evacuate the area!" she barks, using her non-nonsense Teacher Voice, and she makes her approach to the grouping -- and immediately recognizes Dragon Lord.

    "... oh, not *them* again." she murmurs to herself.

    "OI! Don't you lot have better things to do?!" she calls out, pointing one of her sticks at the firebreather. "Like knitting? Bridge?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    It's been a while since the whole incident with those mutants, and periodically a certain someone has been checking up on them, bringing food, making sure they were okay, and generally providing a presence of both man and dog to the downtrodden. Of the two, the dog probably went down better, but the man had nevertheless tagged along, because someone had to carry the parcels. Now, everyone is out, everyone is safe, everyone is going to be okay.

    Or so Bucky thought, until he got the phonecall from one of the squatters who warned him of something that might be going on, roughly this time, at precisely this spot. And honestly, Bucky has had enough.

    The bike roars as it races its way through the streets, carrying James Buchanan Barnes in full regalia. Because someone had.... well, his closest friend would describe it as 'someone's done goofed', but Bucky is more wise to this modern world, and thus more inclined to say someone upped the alliterative pejorative vernacular of fornication. After a short while it's impossible to miss his destination, where smoke is starting to billow and panic beginning to spread.

    The bike screeches to a halt, and he dismounts, racking the bolt on the rifle and striding towards the site of the battle. Today is not a friendly visit of Bucky Barnes.

    Today, the Winter Soldier has come.

Iron Man has posed:
A Few Minutes Ago...

"I gotta tell you Chad, love what I'm seeing here. Looks like these new beam reinforcements are going to work like a charm, without ruining the whole Feng Shui flow or whatever..."

Sipping from a half-empty glass of scotch, the World's Most Eligible Bachelor wanders through the ongoing construction site with a couple of guys in suits. They're all wearing hardhats, for insurance, but Tony's the only one wearing sunglasses and drinking booze.

"Oh totally, Mister Stark. And can I just take this opportunity to tell you how totally stoked we all are to have you on board for this? These suggestions of yours have already saved us about forty mil. It's friggin' sweet!"

Chad Jones appears to be Tony's tour guide as he wanders around inspecting the steel. Unlike Tony, Chad looks like he lives in the gym, and has a pair of Oakleys clipped to the collar of his shirt.

Now...

"Nooooo! Chad, don't worry bro, we're gonna get you out of here."

Tony's hard hat has fallen off in the confusion, as has Chad's. Dragging the younger man's significantly heavier body, Tony tries to find a spot to get some shelter from all the unnecessary and expensive destruction wrought by Metaforce!

"Hey Dummy!"

Stark's watch beeps with a familiar 'Mwoop!'

"Send out a distress call to Avengers Mansion! And... tell my dinner date that I'm going to be a little late."

"Mwoop!"

Thor has posed:
With his feet kicked up in front of him on the table, Thor is currently on the couch in the Avenger's Rec Room, watching an episode of "The Bachelor", season 40. His brows are lifted upwards, leaning forward a bit as the gentleman is trying to decide between the final two beautiful gold digging ladies who will surely have a lifetime of happily ever after. Will it be the stunning super model Jasmine? Or the stunning super model Candy? Find out after the commercial!

"Pah. Look at him!" He calls out to no one in particular. "He is skinny! He has no beard! How is this 'The Bachelor' that women of Midgard lust after?"

He reaches for his mug of ale next to him, then glances over at his comm unit that goes off. He looks back to the television, then back to the comms, then back to the television. Freaking commercial break! Not that he was at all invested in this show, but he has been binging it for four hours.

Pushing himself up, he reaches over and plucks up his hammer as electricity crackles along his body to reveal his armor plated uniform.

"BRUCE!" He calls out joyously. "Bring your glorious green ass outside! I shall carry you into battle! Tony needs us! There is bad guys to punch in the face!"

With that, he starts out into the backyard, swinging his hammer rapidly over his head as he feels the rush of wind cycle around him. "Hurry now!"

Hulk has posed:
"I'm NOT the-" Bruce yells back before he catches himself, and he sets the lab equipment he was working on to standby. Having seen the distress ping himself, Bruce takes off his lab outfit, leaving him in his Hulk green uniform as he moves to stop outside. "Do you know what's happening?" Bruce asks Thor as he steps into range, taking a calming breath for what was sure to be 'ohmygodIhatethis' flight.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon had, over the past week, been debating various ways to contact their would-be ally of the Winter persuasion, and whether or no such things were actually wise. Oddly enough for the winged teen, she has, this time, erred on the side of caution, despite at least three different ways to seek out the benefactor of Bryant Park at her fingertips. The look on the faces of those children that night had stayed with her since, so when the trip home from Evolution took the group with Alexis in this general direction, she was vastly, visibly relieved.

     That is, until all hell broke loose.

     Winter Soldier was not the only one exploring the more earthy parts of the English language as she slipped in her own Bluetooth-like headset, taking to the air within seconds. "Copy that, Miss Carr. My ability to carry in the air is limited. Can provide aerial recon as necessary. Please advise."

     Honestly, when was a trip ever going to be normal?

Pixie has posed:
People continue to scream and run around on the ground as chunks of wood and concrete come crashing down. Fortunately, Alexis does a good job of crowd control and most are calmed down enough by her voice to follow her directions.

However, While most people manage to make it to safety, many more are buried in rubble or trapped under heavy chunks of wood or concrete.

The construction workers are a bit more organized, but still pretty panicked as they try to flee the ruined construction site. Most make it out in one piece but some are trapped or cornered. An escape elevator is blasted to smithereens as another metaforce member, dressed in a dramatic long cloak, arrives in an energy bubble, tossing energy bombs at the elevator, trapping them further.

The green haired woman calls back her green crows as she lands on the crane, the driver now unconscious, and she continues to swing that I-beam around, doing her best to continue to smash the building to bits. "Fools! You dare to scorn us metas? This is the price to pay!"

Phoenix has posed:
Dragonlord is entertaining himself with some wanton destruction while his team does the heavy lifting, but mostly using his aerial position to watch over the chaos and bark orders. His roving eyes pick out the small cluster of suits, and that means money, which means targets. His lips peel back as his focus zeroes in on one Tony Stark and one Chad Jones.

"Your greed brought this. Your success, born on the suffering of mutantkind, wouln't stand any longer!" The scaled mutant leader roars his fury and no small amount of acrid saliva before he folds his wings and dives. He lands on a nearby pile of bricks that snap and crack under the force of his landing before he opens his mouth to send out another fiery blast towards the men.

Prismatic has posed:
    There's a shimmer beneath Alexis's skin as she breathes out, bringing one of her escrima sticks up -- and then, knowing she's going to be underpowered to take on the Metas, she turns to her next task!

    After all, give a lady a fulcrum and lever big enough, and she can use mountains. She turns her focus to the nearest trapped person, beginning to dig them out.

    "Hold fast, love, we'll set you out."

    That's when Shannon's voice ring sin her ear, and she gets a sort of Sour bit of look.

    "Wasn't an order I was giving to you, Pidgeon, aerial recon is good -- stay out of range of the fire. What's the situation in the air?"

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The battle starts to unfold, and there is only so many things a single man, no matter how well trained, can do. Crowd control is luckily not his problem, as others have arrived to take care of that. For the moment he's looking in the wrong direction to spot Shannon, or he might very well have made different decisions, but for now there is only one thing he feels that can be done, and that's bring the battle to an end before it gets any further out of hand. Three high value targets present themselves immediately.

    A moment after reaching that decision, the Winter Soldier is double timing it to the building site, running up the side of a mound of rubble and vaulting towards the scaffolding. Two shots ring out as he leaps, aimed at the large dragon thing. Take down the big one as fast and as brutally as possible, and the battle is already half won. At least, that's been his experience so far.

    From platform to beam to platform he runs, making a mobile target and snapping surprisingly accurate shots at Dragonlord.

    "Pick on someone your own size."

Iron Man has posed:
"Mister Stark, I don't feel so good..."

There's not a lot of great places to hide in a building that's mostly just a metal frame, but there's always equipment and giant tool boxes all over the place. It's behind some of these that Tony drags the unfortunate Chad Jones as quickly as he can, though it's clear from the blood oozing through Chad's shirt that he's probably not going to make it.

But there's not going to be any cover that can protect them from Dragonlord's attacks, and Tony seems to realize this.

So he makes a tough choice.

"Don't worry Chad, everything's going to be okay. Stay here, while I uh... go get help."

Chad is too busy choking on his own blood to answer.

Rolling out of the way just in time to avoid a fiery blast from Dragonlord, Tony manages to get behind some concrete, where he quickly takes off his suit jacket.

After all, it's currently on fire.

Fortunately, there's someone to distract the Dragonlord before he's able to finish Tony off for good. From his vantage point, Tony can't see who his guardian angel is, but he imagines it's probably someone very handsome. With a mustache, most likely.

Dropping the flaming jacket, he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing the watch on his wrist. With a press of a button, the watch quickly transforms, until there's a streamlined gauntlet covering most of Tony's left hand.

That'll come in handy.

Thor has posed:
Snagging Bruce by the waist, Thor gives him a waggle of the brows before he rockets upwards into the sky with a hard whirl of his hammer. He wastes no time as he soars across the city, clutching his friend against his body. "It looks like some type of attack on that building with creatures of fire and green birds! Awesome."

As he lands, he gives Bruce a firm slap on the ass. "Get angry and punch something." As he strides forward, the wind whistles through his cape as lightning and thunder cracks above them, his eyes blazing with electricity. "You!" He shouts over towards the Dragonlord. "You look like you may be a worthy foe."

His hammer spins about his wrist as he charges it up, then gives a shift of his body before he throws it hard, sending it sailing through the air swiftly as a small pocket of air 'booms' in it's wake. He gives a joyous shout in the air, amping himself up as his muscles strain with the motion.

This viking is ready to rumble.

Hulk has posed:
As Bruce lands, he loses his balance right in front of Thor and the slap on the ass actually sends him to the ground. Then, he glances around at those around and the chaos.

It doesn't take a genius to realize that the situation was far too out of control and someone needed to be on damage control. He was already sprinting towards the nearest pile of debris with people trapped under it.

It doesn't take long for the anxiety, fear, and anger at the suffering in the area to trigger the transformation, and Bruce starts turning green as he's heading over, growing massively as he stumbles through it.

Nightingale has posed:
     While the Winter Soldier was in a poor position to spot her, she was in a perfect position to spot him. "Incoming friendly is packing some heat, miss Carr. I've encountered him before. Trust me, you won't be able to miss him." For a moment, there is silence on the comms on her end, then she grins wide.

     Good. Seems there was more help on the way. Even better. At least there were some familiar faces. And among them was....

     A very blunt oath in German reminiscent of equipment in a science lab but for one letter difference escapes her. "Heads up, miss Carr. You've got the Hulk heading your way." Matters seemed well-covered on the ground, leaving the winged teen to continue circling the area and keep an eye on the happenings down below.

     Or at least, until she spotted the Green Crow. Whether or not that was the woman's actual code name mattered little to Shannon. It would do in her own mind for now. If the Winter Soldier had not spotted her, perhaps the Green Crow hadn't either.

     Good.

     Spiraling higher and higher into the sky, she seemed almost to vanish from view. At least, until she wasn't. Oh, no. In a few moments, she was hurtling out of the sky, angling foot-first at the last possible second, aimed straight at the green crow lady.

     Honestly, some people would never learn.

Pixie has posed:
The trapped civilian near Alexis turns out to be a frightened child, no more than seven or eight and she screams in fear, tears trailing down her eyes, but seems to have been shielded from the brunt of fallen rubble due to a small space in the structure. She does calm at her words though, reaching for her hands as her parents watch nearby in concern. "Mary!"

Meanwhile, The cape wearing Meta known as Coronis narrows his eye on Thor as he hurls his hammer toward Dragonlord. "My Lord!" he calls out a warning and forms a shield around his boss, which offers some protection against Thor's mighty hammer, apparently made of some powerful magic itself. Still, it causes him to grit his teeth as he strains with all his might, his shield already cracking in places. "Can't...Hold..Much longer..! Ahh!" his shield can't hold up completely to the might of Thor's hammer, though it has maybe absorbed some of the force, buying Dragonlord a bit of time.

The sight of an angry Hulk has civilians scattering even more quickly, and the green haired woman who is controlling the crane now turns her sights upon him, swinging the large I-beam towards him full force. "Let's see how you handle this!"

And as Shannon flies overhead, a fourth member of Metaforce, the diamond skinned Chrysalis aims a hand at Shannon, rapid firing off diamond hard blades at her like arrows. "Enough of that, traitor!" she snarls.

Phoenix has posed:
The gunshots are another layer of cracks overlaid over the creaks and groans of the rocked building. They slam with trained precision into the core mass of Dragonlord... and promptly crumple and bounce off of the dragonscale that covers the man almost from head to toe, save for some areas where they're thin and pebbled like his face, underarms, palms. Anywhere else is covered at present.

With a furious bellow, he's wheeling around from Tony as he begins donning his own armor. "You think simple, human *bullets* can stop ME?!"

Bullets? No. Mjolnir? Yes. The warning from Coronis comes within moments of disaster - or several broken bones at least. The mighty hammer shatters the shield and sails forward within milimeters of Dragonlord, but the resulting sonic boom and displacement of air wrecks havoc with his outstretched wings. He's blasted back several feet by the rush of air that those wings catch and roll with, sending him ass over teakettle to the ground.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Hey there, little one." Alexis gives a gentle smile to the wee girl, trying her best to sound Proper Nice British. She wriggles her way in, tensing and using her hardened under-skin to stand up against the weight of the debris on top of. "Mary, that's a lovely name. That's my middle name." she states gently, and she reaches a hand for the little one.

    "LEt's get you outta here, love, and back to your parents, yeah?" she gives a gentle grin to the girl.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Can mere human bullets stop a dragon? Not the mere 5.56 that Bucky is packing, that's for sure, and he happens to have left his Ma Deuce at home. Sure, there's the Barrett stashed in the equipment case of the bike, but now does not seem the time to go get that. He's just about ready to snap a shot at the target's eye when Mjolnir comes sailing past, and he catches sight of Tony starting to armor up. At least partially. Given that he now knows it's Tony down there, and he's backed up by Thor, it's time to go play elsewhere.

    "Your dragon, Thor. Play nice." His gravely voice sounds loudly even over the din of battle, and he vaults from platform, to beam, to new platform, where he sends a shot almost casually at the knee of the black hooded mutant that is clearly protecting Dragonlord, then turning to look for new targets.

    Catching sight of the Hulk.

    Catching sight of Shannon and her predicament.

    Boots thump along the scaffolding as he double-times over to Green Crow and Chrysalis, firing bursts as he comes.

Iron Man has posed:
"Oh thank god, my bros are here."

Tony is almost certainly not talking about Chad Jones, who, despite also being one of Tony's bros, was not all that helpful when this whole kerfuffle kicked off. Also, he may or may not be dead, but either way, he's not being very bro-like.

Still trying to keep as much concrete and steel between himself and everyone else, Tony futzes with the holographic display hovering over the back of his left hand. A quick tap of his sunglasses turns on the Heads Up Display function, and the Iron Man Lite Build is up and running. Satellite imagery pops into focus, and Tony is able to get a pretty comprehensive picture of the battlefield, as he patches into the Avengers communication channel.

Of course, the odds that either of THESE Avengers are actually on the channel is very slim. But who knows, maybe he'll get lucky?

Just because he's unarmored doesn't mean that Tony has any plans to sit this one out. He's not running away, it's a tactical retreat.

A tactical retreat toward... some equipment?

"Thor! Hulk! Glad to see you guys! Thought that my assets were about to get handed to me. Do me a favor and keep anyone from killing me while I try to whip up something to save the day, please and thank you?"

Thor has posed:
The hammer sails back into Thor's hand with a loud slap of flesh on handle as he continues to surge forward after DragonLord once the barrier shatters. He summons the winds of the world around him to propel him faster as he soars quickly with lightning crackling around his body.

"Glad to see you too, Tony! Give me a moment to take out the trash. Have at thee!"

As he lands in front of DragonLord, he whips his hammer forward, gathering up the storm behind the motion before he unleashes it forward upon the flaming mutant with a kraka-boom! The concrete beneath him scorches with power as he looks to incapcitate his foe and take him out of the battle.

"AH! Hulk! Good to see you too!" He calls out to his jade colored friend who finally made an appearance in replacement of squishy Bruce.

Hulk has posed:
"Hulk is busy." Is the simple answer. To everything.

The Hulk then proceeds to angrily grab debris and covering people from said falling debris as he moves around below, trying to get the situation with the humans under control. "Puny humans die without Hulk's help."

It may or may not be an odd sight, the Hulk literally hoppping around like a rabbit as he smashes and tosses around the debris.

Alexis will probably get a scare as a ten foot two ton Hulk hops over her head once or twice, growling angrily.

Nightingale has posed:
     One diamond blade whizzes right past Shannon's head, forcing her to duck to the side. A second one nearly clips her left wing, but mercifully only takes a feather, leaving her backwinging to get out of the way.

     However, the third, fourth, and fifth times seem to be the charm.

     THRAP. THRAP. THRAP.

     One glittering blade lodges in her left shoulder, another in her outer right thigh, and a third nicks her neatly in the left side, leaving a nice little hole in her wine-red turtleneck, the fabric simply turning a darker shade.

     Red shirts were a thing in science fiction for a reason, as it turns out.

     Caught off-guard, the winged young woman is knocked out of the sky, and sent rolling on the ground, leaving a few feathers behind in the process.

Pixie has posed:
The little girl stares up shyly at Alexis, and as her parents approach, she cries again, running towards them, hugging them tightly. "Mommy! Daddy!" the relieved parents hug their child, glancing back at Alexis with grateful smiles, "You saved her life..Thank you!" they hurry off but there are still many others who need saving.

As Winter Soldier fires shots at Coronis, he snarls, falling to his knees as it hits home. "Damn you!" he points a hand at him to summon an energy ball,but he's still exhausted from the shield.

Fluttergast is too busy attacking Hulk to react quickly enough to the bullets shot her way although she barely manages to duck, the bullet barely grazing her arm and she yells out a curse, momentarily losing control of the crane.

Chrysalis smirks as the bullets deflect harmlessly on her diamond hard skin and she spins on Winter Soldier, grinning wickedly. "So, you want a fight, eh?"

Phoenix has posed:
Dragonlord is pulling himself up onto his feet, foam flecking the corners of his mouth as his teeth grit and grind in fury. No sooner do his eyes catch Thor coming in then his jaws gape open and he lets out a searing gout of sapphire and white fire as bright as a supercharged Godzilla - thankfully minus the radiation that comes with it.

But Thor is a god, and fire just an obstacle in his way. Even if the Asgardian is seared in the process, the crackling white aura of Mjolnir arcs through the fire and illuminate's the dragon-man's face with lightning. With the booming crunch of thunder and likely several shattered teeth, the leader of Metaforce goes flying into the air. Still spitting fire in his wake, he arcs through the air like a comet with his broken scream calling off his forces fading as he disappears several buildings away.

Prismatic has posed:
    THe music teacher ducks her head a moment, protectively over the girl as the HUlk begins to free the captives from beneath the rubble -- thanks Hulk!

    She gives a wry grin, and as Mary's returned to her parnts, and they're warned off and away -- she returns time and time again into the fray to lead out the newly freed.

    "This way -- step lively! Ignore the large green gentleman, he's a friend!" she quietly explains to folks, leading them back through the rubble, using her own body as a shield against the flotsam and jetsam of the battlefield around them!

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Where were you when these people needed shelter?!" The Winter Soldier demands in a roar that is echoed by the report of his rifle as he makes for Fluttergast and Chrysalis. Anger mounts, and his thumb hovers over the selector switch, tempted to go rock'n'roll, but still enough in control to stop himself wasting ammo, shifting aim at the diamond skinned one's face. "You made me defend capitalists!"

    To be honest, that would have been enough in most cases, but then he notices Shannon falling. Injured.

    For the next few minutes, James Buchanan Barnes will not be reachable for comment, please leave your message with the Winter Soldier, after the gunshot.

    The rifle is literally tossed to the side and off the building, were it not for the sling that merely makes it loop around and come to a stop in the small of his back. Right gloved hand reaches for the pistol and draws, the approach now a dead sprint.

    That's a big pistol.

    That's practically a hand cannon.

    Guess he brought the .50 after all.

Thor has posed:
With his armor and cape on fire, Thor lands on his feet and takes a few steps after the flying DragonLord, smirking to himself before he gives another swing of his hammer and locks it upon his belt. "Pah. I barely broke a sweat." He rumbles in his thick accented voice.

Turning around to view the battlefield, he channels the storm around him once more to sweep the hard winds along any potential flames that may still be burning and to put them out. From there, he will look to help out the citizens and move debris away to faciliate medical personnel that may come on site.

Iron Man has posed:
Something about Thor's words seem to spark a wistful expression on Tony's face, despite all of the carnage that's going on around him.

"I used to have someone to take out the trash for me..." Tony sighs at the memory of a certain redhead who no longer puts up with his nonsense, and grimaces at the memory of a certain blonde who is probably still in his penthouse, and might have been there since yesterday.

Maybe she'll just wander off on her own, eventually?

But he'll deal with that later. For now, he's got to whip up something to save the day.

And he has...

One generator.

One jackhammer.

One impact driver.

Some assorted tools.

And an arc welder.

"Slim pickings. Oh well... let's get inventin'..."

Hulk has posed:
A good portion of the debris has been dealt with, with more coming...

Then, as the fighting rages on, a glance up as the Hulk stop mid stride. Then, with a grimace, the Hulk squats... then /LEAPS/ upwards, at an angle, as he moves to intercept Shannon as she falls with one hand, while the other waits to grab the side of the mostly ruined construction site as a brake.

Nightingale has posed:
     It was one of those moments that, in the thick of things, seemed to last forever. Perhaps it was in her own mind that Shannon hit the ground and went skidding. Certainly, it was the outcome she had been expecting after being hit.

     But the thud that actually happened, was that of a falling body meeting a very large, very green hand, leaving the winged teen a bit dazed, but otherwise alive and (relatively) well. For a moment, the impact drives the breath from her. What the hell had just happened?

     As she is able to catch her breath, she takes a quick look, and realizes just who it is that caught her. She smiles, holding very still. It's just what you do when being carried by a Hulk. "Thank you," she says to her benefactor.

     On the way back down to the ground, carried to safety, she catches sight of the Winter Soldier letting loose on Fluttergast/Green Crow and Chrysalis. "Go get 'em," she murmurs to herself. Yeah, at this point there would be no use reminding that one of the value of restraint in one's use of conversational Russian.

Pixie has posed:
More innocent people are uncovered and rescued, thanks to Hulk's incredible strength and Alexis' leadership. Many more lives are saved than would be, had they not been there. And with the crane no longer swinging about madly, and Dragonlord now out of the picture, it seems like things are finally going to calm down..

Once their leader is pelted out of the race, his other three minions glance around in concern. "Dragonlord!" they exclaim in unison. "Retreat!" Coronis clenches his teeth, ignoring the pain in his knee long enough to encapsulate his allies in energy shields and the three of them float high into the sky, shooting off in mad pursuit of their leader.

With the dust now settled, Pixie appears in a shimmer of pink light, surveying the scene. "Wooow, what a mess! Any serious injuries? I can port them to the hospital..."

Then she spots Shannon and eyes widen in surprise and concern, flying up to meet her. "Shannon! What happened?! We gotta get you home.."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Look at me when I'm shooting you!"

    For a moment, white hot rage runs through Bucky's veins when the targets are escaping, sending two aimed shots at Coronis (he's not above shooting someone in the back if needs must) hoping to pop those bubbles and resume the fight. But after two rounds of .50 action express, even an angry Winter Soldier knows that any further shots would be futile, and takes a deep breath, holstering the pistol.

    Right.

    Rage subsides slowly as he makes his way back to where Thor and Tony are gathered, looking around the creaking, half demolished building. "Going to take some doing to repair this thing. Might need to be torn down again. Wouldn't that be a shame?"

Iron Man has posed:
"Alright... don't need this, this.... or this... this can all go... put this here.... take this out... invert this... little spot weld and..."

There's a sound of metalic clacking as Tony pops the rotary drill's power pack into the semi-portable monstrosity he's created in only a few minutes.

"This looks pretty sweet."

Running around the corner, brandishing a hastily cobbled together superweapon, Tony stops in his tracks at the drastically changed scene. Looks like they managed without his brilliance to guide them, or his tech to back them up.

"Uh... hey look. It's Pixie. Nice of you to show up late and take all of the cre---"

There's a look of surprise on Tony's face, as he snatches off his sunglasses and looks around wildly.

"Yeah, someone's injured! You gotta save my bro CHAAAAD!"

Off in the distance, someone coughs up more of his own blood.

"Duuuuuude... I'm *kaff!*... I'm *kaff!*... I'm Chad, bros."

Hulk has posed:
Having caught Shannon without much trouble, Hulk drops down to the ground without ceremony... causing a minor crater in the process, before setting Shannon down gently. "Hulk busy." Hulk states, yet again, before he leaps back into the fray.

Once it becomes clear the group responsible are running though... Hulk growls, baring his teeth... before he /LEAPS/ after them with a loud roar of rage.

Looks like the Hulk is pursuing Dragonlord and company.

Nightingale has posed:
     It's an odd position to be talking to Megan from, held as if she was little more than a handful of feathers in a giant green hand. Which, effectively, she looks like, her wings held closed about her body like a feathery cocoon. "Hey," she calls out, gesturing with an up-nod towards the fallen Chad. "Never mind me, help him. I'm fine." For a moment, she actually grins, despite her current situation. At least, when she's set down by the Hulk, she is able to stand, her grin only wavering a tiny bit.

     "'Tis just a flesh wound!"

Pixie has posed:
It's a hard thing, turning her back on a friend to help a stranger first, but...Priorities. She smiles faintly at Tony, although she is a bit syrirised to see him in work clothes and not in his Ironman suit. "Oh, hi, Mr. Stark! No worries, I got this!" she steps towards Chad, surveying his injuries, and while she knows little beyond standard first aid, he is definitely higher priority than Shannon, with her enhanced healing.

"Alright Shan, but I promise I'll be back!" she hurries to Chad's side, "Hang in there, I'll get you to the hospital...Sihal Novarum Chinoth!" she vanishes in a flash of pink light along with Chad, porting him to a hospital before returning and flutters down to join Alexis , porting more seriously injured to the nearest hospital. By this time, some emergency vehicles have arrived to take care of the rest of the injured and Megan returns to Shannon's side, tired but determined to help her friend. "Alright Shan your turn.." she glances to Bucky and Hulk before he leaps off, with a faint smile, "Thanks for helping her, I'll take it from here!"