6952/Rescuing the Wasps

From United Heroes MUSH
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Rescuing the Wasps
Date of Scene: 18 March 2019
Location: Sentinel Compound
Synopsis: The Avengers rescue Janet van Dyne and get a two-for-one special.
Cast of Characters: Wasp (van Dyne), Black Panther, Jocasta, Scarlet Witch




Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
The Avengers had been able to divine the location of the missing Janet van Dyne. Between T'challa and Tony Stark sussing out the Sentinel tech and Wanda's use of her magical postcognition, they tracked Janet to an unmarked and seemingly abandoned facility near the Canadian border. The Avenger's equipment helped them duck the perimeter sensors and approach stealithy. Two teams, one going north entrance and one to the south. T'challa and Wanda were on the south approach, scouting a rear exit while the other Avengers commit to a head-on attack against the north to pull attention away from the infiltration team.

LIDAR mapping will set off the Sentinel defenses and there are at least two of the towering creatures covering the front entrance, and a pair of the gorilla-sized ones standing silent vigil near the rear approach.

<LIDAR pinging. Everyone get ready!> Steve says over the channel. There's a *pingdingping* over the collected HUD/sensor suite people have and the ground mapping kicks into gear. Alarms start to go off and hidden SAM sites and automated turrets pop out of the bunker, including two of the LMGs covering the back door. The Sentinels stiffen and straighten up as they shift up into high-power mode.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Inside the bunker, Janet looks up when the lights dim and alarms start whooping. She looks over at Janet in the cell next to her and scowls heavily. Both women are identical looking, down to a silver jumpsuit and their short-cut brown hair. "That's the Avengers," she tells Janet. "And I am *done* hanging around here." She puts fingers to her brow and focuses as hard as she can. Insects start responding to her call and pack themselves into circuit breakers and fuse boxes. It takes several long seconds before there's a sharp *Crackle* from the walls and the cell locks disengage. Janet walks out of hers and scowls immediately as the other Janet is freed. "How's it gonna be, then?" she asks, coldly. Fingers flex and insects roll across the concrete in a swarm towards the other Janet, stopping a few feet away. "We can both escape or we can both die here, from the sound of it."

Black Panther has posed:
Not too far from the Sentinels, the Black Panther crouches. His suit's camouflage is currently active to render him invisible. Having moved along the perimeter, he does not just rely on his technology, but moves with the stealth of a cat just to be safe. "The two Sentinels are active," he whispers into his comms unit to carry his words to Wanda Maximoff. "Proceeding to the machine guns. Give me 15 seconds," he sends to his partner.

Black Panther slips forward then, still invisible, intending to pull himself up onto the bunker and move behind the machine guns. Whenever Wanda makes her move with the Sentinels, he'll be ready to silence one light machine gun permanently, and then turn the second gun upon the Sentinels.

Jocasta has posed:
The other Janet looks back to her counterpart. "I'm not about to hang out around here. And I'm sure not just going to hang out and let *you* try and steal my body." She says. "It's time to get out of here." With that, she shrinks, her size diminishing to the point that it's easy for her to pass through the cell, now that...she?...has shorted out the electricity. She passes out of the cell, before enlarging back to normal. "Now, if you're done playing around, why don't we get out of here so we can get this all sorted out?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
An unhappy state of affairs to have Sentinels coming in hot, and the explosive fireworks show about to begin. "I do not like those things," she jerks her head in the direction of the robots. "A family thing." Is it ever. "My sister invited me to help purify my father tonight. I cannot be there. Janet is lost, I was not there for her either." Just a soft evocation. But behind the words are a sentiment, a sentiment that fuels the power she starts sinking into the ground. It's not fast. It is not rapidfire, what she does. The Scarlet Witch regalia is present: headdress to focus her powers, the reinforced leather jacket, the perpetual look of a survivor of the old Eastern Bloc. She knows how to lie relatively flat against the landscape, sliding from corner to corner. The risk run by dealing with something so much bigger than herself doesn't seem to be sinking in.

With Black Panther warning her of what lies ahead, her eyes narrow and she presses her hand to the ground itself. A stirring of her hand counterclockwise comes with a murmured incantation in Irish-Gaelic, tilted backwards through a lingering line. She is a witch, first and foremost, and a witch she will be dealing with technology. Incantation building up, she feeds energy through the conduit of herself, calling to the very earth -- Gaia, in her aspect of Danu, calling up the very earth in defense of its children. Children that aren't giant, enormous horrors standing on her, defiling all she stands for. She plunges in a daughter's loyalty, a sister's sorrow, a friend's hopes, a lover's desires, and the last -- a crone's defense of her community.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
The Sentinels near the south entrance look at the ground in confusion as vibrations set in. They become more intense and highly localized until the ground is rumbling violently, churning underfoot to upset their balance. One staggers and falls backwards like a vast tree, and the other drops to hands and knees as it pitches forward and to one side. Both are immediately attacked by surging earth that crushes the prone one entirely, and clamps down knees and one hand of the other Sentinel. The head elevates and it fires a blast of red plasma at Wanda's defilade, chipping great piles of sand and soil out of it. When T'challa opens up with the machine gun, the Sentinel turns with a great and grinding laboriousness as bullets hammer into the hull and side. It tries to angle a shot back at T'challa but the aim goes wild as bullets spall off the helmet and start punching holes into the vulnerable electronics behind the heavy armor plating. Even sentinel armor isn't proof against anti-vehicle ammunition.

LIDAR pings again and a map is fed to T'challa's helmet. It's a long corridor of a bunker with numerous branchings and side rooms, but generally arranged north-to-south. A few points are highlighted for him and Wanda to approach. It seems the attack team is being bogged down by gunfire spraying from the Sentinels and their support units.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet glowers at Janet. "Hey, I'm watching you," she snaps back at Janet. Fingers make an emphatic eyepoint as if transferring daggers. "Make one wrong move and I'll blow your head off." Bioplasm crackles near her hand.

She looks up when an earthquake rattles dust loose from old concrete. "That's either Thor or Wanda," she points out to Janet. "Which you'd know if you weren't a robot." She jogs towards the corridor and eases out into it, cautious not to expose herself to gunfire or attackers. She dithers in uncertainty. "Which way are they coming from?" she mutters to herself.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther tears the first machine off its mount, the metal seeming to groan as it is bent until the gun rips free. Two running strides and a slide across the bunker roof have him on the second gun, directing its aim and holding it steady on the Sentinel. The smell of cordite and gunpowder fill the air as the armored ammunition pounds through and into the Sentinel's electronics inside. The investigations into Sentinel technology by the Avengers and X-men help Black Panther direct the fire to the most vulnerable areas until he sees the Sentinel has gone down.

The second machine gun is disabled then as T'Challa moves to the southern entrance. "Nicely done, Miss Maximoff," he says of the other destroyed Sentinel, voice injecting a note of levity as he intentionally uses the more formal sounding address.

T'Challa drops off the roof to examine the entrance for any traps or other hazards. "The Captain is sending us locations to check," T'Challa tells Wanda. "Shall we venture inside?" He'll wait to see if she wishes to use her magic on the door. Otherwise, a pair of vibranium knives will be employed.

Jocasta has posed:
Janet looks back at Janet. "Try it and I'll blow *you* through the nearest wall. She flexes her own fingers with a crackle of energy. "After all--" And then there's an earthquake, shaking the entire building.

"After all, they don't need a cheap copy when they have the real me. Not that I'm going to let you get away anyway. Who *knows* what kind of trouble you'd start up?" She moves over to the corridor with Janet, carefully sliding up, and pressing against the wall. "Just listen, and you'll hear. Or is that too complicated for you?"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Wanda moves with alacrity over the ground, diving down the slopes of disrupted earth and murmuring her thanks to the surging spell energy that ricochets out around her. Once invoked, she has only the need to move. Dirt sprays off her boots and her coat, her arm raised in a protective barrier against the likelihood of something getting into her eyes. Keeping low and zig-zagging might not be efficient from a tactical perspective, but not everyone drapes themselves in vibranium suits or shields. Steve has reinforced this much and the witch takes no chances as she swings in behind T'Challa. He is in the main line of fire. "I will owe you," she says without an iota of surprise or irony. The main point is getting -there-. There being behind him, and she glares at one of the Sentinels in a clearly poor state. Flinching back, she scoops up a rock to fling at it. For what good that does.

"Ready as ever." Her knife plucked from her sleeve is suddenly there, silent reminder she fights dirty, always has and always will.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
The rock bounces off the robot's skull. It leaves a mark.

It takes T'challa mere moments to saw through the steel hinges and bolts. The heavy door falls outwards with a massive *THUNK*, not bouncing even once. Dust flies and low, erratic lights partially illuminate a hallway perhaps large enough to drive a concrete truck through. It looks abandoned in terms of no human use, but the heavy bootprints in dust and mold indicate that activity has been recent. Just not... human.

A buzzing noise can be heard and the secondary defenses activate. Mechanized insects drop from the ceiling, their red eyes a lurid marker. T'challa's sharp eyes would notate the heavy double wings and barbed stingers in their bellies, no doubt laden with soporific poisons from the smell. They rush at the Black Panther and the witch behind him, angry as a swarm of giant hornets!

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"I can't hear shit with you talking," Janet grates at Janet.

She looks left and right, then goes left. The petite Avenger breaks into a quiet low jog, keeping a blast of plasma curling readily in her hands. A smaller Sentinel gorilla abruptly pulls out in front of Janet and she squawks in surprise. Two plasma bursts erupt to blow divots in the gorilla's armor and she leaps backwards as if trying to fly away.

She ends up landing on her ass. "Shit!" she cries in alarm. No shrinking powers, right.

Black Panther has posed:
<- Mutant detected... mutant... mutant... mutant... ->

The collapsed Sentinel, half-buried and riddled with bullet holes, manages that last bit of its programming before sparks sizzle and smoke pours through the bullet holes in its head. Wanda's thrown rock clangs off the eerie-faced robot, leaving a mark and adding well-deserved insult to injury.

Black Panther's mask hides his scowl for the robot, though one can almost sense it as he looks from the purple robot towards his teammate. "Then let us find Janet," he says with a nod.

The keen edge of the vibranium knife, driven by a strength of limb blessed by Bast, makes short work of the metal door which clangs as it falls outward. T'Challa steps through as the swarm of insect drones drop down to attack!

A hand goes to his belt, grabbing metal beads and flinging them through the air. Whether hitting the mechanized insects, or walls or ceiling, upon contact arcs of electricity jet out, taking down nearly a dozen, but leaving even greater numbers still rushing forward. Black Panther moves forward slightly to draw their focus, but crouching enough he'll leave the Scarlet Witch a clear path down the corridor for her magic.

Jocasta has posed:
"More like you can't hear shit with *you* talking. Not that you ever shut up." Janet snaps back at Janet.

She rushes in synch with the other Janet and then there's a Sentinel there. She *does* shrink, and uses the opportunity of distraction to slam off a couple plasma bursts. One is aimed at the gorilla's head, while the other she lobs down the hallway in the direction she hears the most noise, to try and signal the others.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Great. It couldn't be bees, it has to be hornets. Probably Asian giant hornets. Wanda winces to the sound of the whizzing buzz of many, many insects defined as small only next to the trouble after that one. "Can those pierce your armour?" she hisses at T'Challa, falling back a step. The witch takes up a defensive stance, her hands raised in front of her. No point whatsoever into trying to shoot them. What would the point be? Right, escape away from mechanized insects? Her back hits the wall.

Okay, reassess. No running away, thank you. No screaming at the top of her lungs, though her scraped lower lip shows where her teeth have been. Whatever temptation she silences... for now.

She starts casting, just like she was taught. Tempered movements falter only once or twice, the imprecision of knotting up something smoothed out again. Energy sparks and rushes. T'Challa has the lead, she follows up. The swift, precise movements start forming into iridescent-winged butterflies. Of course it would be -- signs of life, regeneration, rebirth. The butterfly effect in the Mystic Arts comes into being: wing for a wing. Her fingers wrap and weave the wellspring of power into the net of arcane sparks to be blasted forward down the hall after T'Challa. "Oscailte!" When they come into contact with anything mid-air, magical energy discharges much like the lightning. In chains, in sparkles, incinerated with raw stuff. And whatever else might be coming, she's still hidden behind the king. He is bigger. Scarier. Right?

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Wanda and T'challa destroy the robotic hornets with crackling electrical discharge that leaves steel corpses on the ground. They twitch and writhe, the pointy steel stingers still dangerous but now aimless.

An explosion up ahead. The bright flash of green bioplasma. The Avengers couldn't miss that distinct color, and the sound of squabbling voice...s? There's a sound of distant missile silo doors opening and additional defenses activating to the perimeter. It seems as if the Sentinels were largely unprepared for someone actually breaching their security.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet kicks to her feet with that surprisingly athleticism she rarely expresses and rushes up behind the gorilla. She takes two seconds to get her footwork right, charges a full power shot for a few breaths, and then points her hand at the back of the gorilla's head. The grey and black skull explodes in a spray of sparks and motor oil. She hits it again and blows apart the pelvic support so it topples sideways, completely crippled and blind.

"You're the one still talking, clonebot!" Jan snaps at her duplicate. "As soon as we get out of here, truce over! And I want my shrinking powers back!" she demands.

The sounds of battle ahead of them get louder as T'challa and Wanda start engaging the robot hornets. "Ok, I hear someone fighting their way in. I'm going that way," Janet says, and starts running towards the southern approach.

"I think-- I see Wanda! And T'challa!"

"HEY! HEY!" she cries, and sprints towards them.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther gives the awesome powers of the Scarlet Witch as long as he can to fell the ticking and clicking of the mechanical hornets. He moves forward, drawing any stragglers to him. "As it turns out? No. They cannot," the Wakandan answers his teammate as the stingers begin plunging towards his suit. Stabbing is not the way to fight Black Panther, only resulting in swirls of purple energy that ripples between the vibranium panels of the suit, the kinetic energy absorbed.

But energy can neither be created or destroyed. Only stored. And then released.

As the last of the robotic insects land upon him, T'Challa releases the stored energy, blasting the tiny drones with a concussive wave that smashes them against the walls and clears the corridor.

Black Panther's mask turns back to confirm his teammate is unharmed, a nod given to the Eastern European woman. But then his keen hearing picks up the sounds ahead. "Janet!" he calls, turning to run forward, eyes scanning for additional threats even as he moves rapidly down the hall to join the figure he sees running towards himself and Wanda. Figure? Or is it figures?

Jocasta has posed:
Janet runs on, light glinting off her silver jumpsuit. "T'challa! Wanda!" She hurries towards them, vaulting over the remnants of the gorilla-bot. "Be careful, she's a copy!" She shouts to her friends, pointing to Janet. With the blast from Black Panther clearing the hornet-bots, there's nothing to slow her down, and so she runs up towards her teammates at the best speed she can make.

Janet gets nothing in the way of reply beyond the warning to her friends. Can't trust evil duplicates like her anyway.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Bad hornet, no stinging. Wanda might not be beyond picking one up to look at it -- after rescuing their friends. Friend in the twin-sense. She darts forward after T'Challa, a ghost in bordeaux and her expression showing a hint of fatigue. The emotional pressure swirls through her veins, flattened for the time being. It's in the lines around her eyes, the narrowing coolness of her full mouth. Rapidly she dips her head and pulls her coat closer, allowing a quick jog unimpeded.

Being outpaced is entirely familiar to her. She closes the gap until the mirror images and mirror voices ring out.

"A copy?" The words bubble up with an inflection sharp on her Slavic-infused accent. "We need some way to distinguish them."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Bite me, toaster oven!" Janet snaps at Janet. The two of them are neck and neck as they make it to Wanda and T'challa. One flings her arms around T'challa's neck in a hug and the other collides with Wanda, embracing her firmly.

"She's some weird robot clone or something! She stole my shrinking powers!"
On the heels of 'clone', the other babbles: "This clone bitch took my insect telepathy!"
"It was mine first!"
"MINE!"
"I will CUT you!"
"BRING IT!"
"OH HELL NAW!"

Bioplasma simmers around curled fists as the two Janets glower angrily at each other.

Black Panther has posed:
As two Janets are running down the hallway towards himself and Wanda, Black Panther slides to a halt. He turns to look at his auburn-haired comrade and then back to the two Janets. "Perhaps one of those stings penetrated my suit," Black Panther muses aloud. "I think I may be hallucinating."

And then he's getting hugged by his friend. Or her clone. Life model decoy? "Janet?" T'Challa asks, the usually smooth sounding mix of African and Oxford accents riddled with confusion. "Captain, we are inside and... there are two Janets here," he says through his comms, realizing the main assault team needs an update.

T'Challa draws in a deep breath, trying to smell each woman, even as his mask optics cycle through their full suite of options, looking for something that would distinguish one Van Dyne from the other.

As the two Wasps both ready their stings, he holds up his hand. "No... shooting. Each other. Or us," he says. The Wakandan monarch is rarely this out of sorts. He looks to Wanda for options.

Jocasta has posed:
Janet looks back to Wanda. "Wanda, come on, it's me. They hooked me up to some weird machine, and made this cheap knock-off of me. I *hate* knock-offs." The sound of an explosion helps to bring her attention back to the moment. "Oh. Right. Explosions. Better get out of here, guys."

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Whatever is someone supposed to do faced with double trouble? Plant her heels and not be knocked over entirely. Momentum going at her overpowers that which propels her forward, and the stunned witch doesn't have much opportunity. "Stings. No, we cannot sting them," she murmurs, staring at them. Hugs are a powerful thing to bestow.

Which she apparently seems fit to return, the slender embrace of her arms taking one in. Before they are separated, pulled into pieces. The building shudders and she turns her gaze up. The obvious route is missing, shaking her head sharply. "No time here to do good tests. Out. Both, you come with us." It may be a bad idea, it may not be. The oversight is handed off to T'Challa as the monarch, because her Sight is wrenched open to perceive auras or other things. Really, it's the best excuse to lalalalalala can't hear youuuuu....

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
<T'challa, say again, did you find Janet?> Steve glances around cover and promptly ducks behind his shield again as plasma spalls off of it. Three of the giant sentinels are exchanging blasts with the Avengers. Two are already on the ground and a third topples over as it's brought to bear by one of the big hitters.

"Fine. But keep an eye on her!" Janet says, and jabs a finger at Janet.

The four break into a run towards the south exit and they're just clear of the door when retro-rockets flare overhead. There's just enough time for them to look up and scatter as a towering Sentinel lands nearly atop them and reaches for T'challa with whipping metal cables. "MUTANT DETECTED. COMPLY AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED."

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther looks once more between the women. With the combat and everything else that has gone on, this isn't the place for him to use his methods to determine which is the real Janet either. "Steve, we found Janet. And are extracting her," he says. Anything else will just cause confusion which the assault team does not need while they are dealing with the Sentinels out front.

The black-masked head turns back to Wanda, nodding at her pronouncement. "Stay with us," he tells the two Van Dynes as they turn to run back down the hallway.

Out in the clear again, T'Challa sees the shadow moments before the Sentinel's feet hit the ground with a booming noise. He moves to make himself the biggest threat, trying to keep the Sentinel from focusing on Wanda.

One metal tendril lashes towards him and a purple blur of energy signals the passage of one of Panther's knives. The telescoping metal is severed and falls to the ground. But a second tries to take advantage of the distraction. It whips towards T'Challa as he back flips away from it, only to have the metal make contact with his foot. Immediately a jolt of electricity rips down the conductive metal, sending jagged currents of electricity rippling along the Black Panther's body. He ends up flat on his back, small wisps of smoke from his costume.

Jocasta has posed:
Janet looks over, concerned, as T'Challa gets zapped. "Hang on!" She shrinks down as she darts for the Sentinel, with plans to take it down from inside that nasty armor they have. It's no good if ALL of them can't make it out. She starts firing off bioplasma blasts like it's the fourth of July, aiming to destabilize the power of the giant robot.

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Mutant, comply.

Wanda stares at that shape in the sky and drops back a step, shaking her head. It doesn't clear the shape. It does not alter the appearance. Unholy light kindled in her raised eyes drowns out the awful emerald-gold sheen, sparks gathering. A trance falls away from her. Spontaneous clenching of her fists at her sides is no magic to speak of. The conclusion she gains is radiant, red-shifted into the very saturated hue that gives the witch her codename -- and the ancient lineage that goes with it. Lips snarl. With one of the Janets lighting up, she might not even notice.

"It is not you," she says, soft words coming to her lips. Could be for either of the Janets. It could very well be for Black Panther. "It wants me. Like it wanted others."

It's not good if one of them skews straight over the cliff-face destabilized, and her eyes narrow, slender almonds of rubescent fury. The beams start flowing around her wrists, engulfing her fingertips in an aura. They aren't thrown or aimed, yet, but the malleability of reality is a very different thing for her than magic. And this time, it's fueled by simmering rage trying to snap off its leash.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet lunges towards cover and starts flinging bioplasma blasts at the towering Sentinel. She's panicked, firing too quickly and not taking her time to really get the juice needed to do more than pockmark the battle armor.

"T'CHALLA!" she screams, and throws both hands into a blast that staggers the big robot.

She drops to one knee, exhausted. There's only so much energy she can throw around and those big hits are exhausting the woman.

She wills insects to attack the Sentinel but it seems so fruitless, trying to clog hot-burning exhaust vents with bodies as fast as possible. But the biomass needed just isn't *there*.

Black Panther has posed:
For long seconds there is no movement from the fallen Wakandan but the little curls of smoke. They soon fade away as well. But soon after, an arm twitches. Just a small movement at first, but then more. T'Challa's hand presses to the ground to help himself slowly sit up. He shakes his head to help clear it, reaching up and deactivating his mask. The African's face is uncovered as he sucks in a deep breath. Finally T'Challa looks up, seeing the bolts of bio energy flying at the Sentinel as the dual Wasps launch themselves into the attack.

He tries to jump back to his feet but his muscles are like water after the high voltage current arced through his body. He turns and sees Wanda, the Scarlet Witch wreathed in red, energy coursing about her until T'Challa wants to shield his eyes from the light.

"Wanda," he calls to her. "Wanda, focus. Control it. You are in control. You -ARE- control," he tells her. "Now, protect your friends."

T'Challa doesn't wait to see what effect his words have. He struggles, managing to get to his feet. But no sooner is he off the ground than he sways like Tony Stark around 4 am on New Year's Eve. Not quite enough to make him fall, but T'Challa understands the benefits of having Happy around to help keep him on his feet then.

Jocasta has posed:
After blasting left and right inside the robot, Janet decides now would be a really spectacular time to not be inside the robot she's been blasting the heck out of. She hurries out of the Sentinel, growing back to her normal size, as she looks to her friends...and sees Wanda all glowy.

"Ohhhh, I'm thinking it might have been safer in there." she groans, before hurrying over to T'Challa. "Come on....we have to get out of here!"

Scarlet Witch has posed:
Dropping back into a magical stance fades out by the wayside as the witch's genetic lottery unspindles its power in a torrential wave. Maybe T'Challa's words break through the turbulent whispers of wrath and calamity taking shape. Something crystallizes. It's visible in a heartbeat, the fractal angles of power around her suddenly manifesting. Her thin fingertips weave together the power, forming a jagged lance that might be mistaken erroneously for red lightning. It most certainly isn't. Lightning, or its plasma cousin, never behaves in such a defiance of physics, writhing in an almost eager desire to lash out.

Wanda's eyes narrow and she thrusts her arm out to direct the hex straight out at Janet. The Janet on one knee.

The chaos magic -- warping reality -- spins out in attestation of her will. Emotions surge up, the protective embrace spooling around the kneeling Avenger in a bubbled shield. For only a moment is it red. Then it winks into place, held relatively fast. If something hits it, then the concussion burns scarlet.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet screams and tries to lunge away as a fist swings up, over, down-- and is interdicted by the chaos magic. The concussive force erupts skywards, blowing the Sentinel off its feet to crash to earth like so many tons of twisted wreckage. The left fist is entirely gone and the face and chest are cracked and warped by the heat and pressure of the feedback.

But the Sentinel doesn't comprehend what the barrier is and clambers to its feet to lunge at Janet, and it flops atop the shield with a terrific *BOOM*. When the dust clears, the robot is broken into twitching, sparking pieces.

Janet gets to her feet as the shield fades and makes a face at Janet. "Stop bossing people around!" she tells the other woman, and moves to help Wanda up. "But we *do* need to get out of here!"

The four beat feet in the direction of the Quinjet and take off, blasting word back to the Avenger's main team that exfiltration has occurred. The main team breaks off and retreats as well, in good order with few casualties.

Trying to explain the 'two Janet' issue is going to have to wait until they're on the ground. Seeing is believing, after all...