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February 10, 2018
Those in attendance did not receive the same notification as those on the outside. They were alerted to the assault when the alleged members of the Brotherhood stormed the facility, making use of flash bangs and tear gas in addition to their assorted powers to shock and awe the attendees into compliance. They herded stragglers into one of the four main areas, but once in the proper room, they changed tactics.
Each assailant took up a position in the middle of a group of civilians, using their powers, or the threat of the use of those powers or their weaponry, to keep them in position. With their human shields in place, they waited for the heroes to recover or to arrive to make their move. They made no speeches, gave no explanations.
In the science lab, they used desks and tables to create barriers along the windows; not because they expected these to last as protection, but to limit visibility from the outside.
Character slots for this scene: 5/5
Assailants for this scene: 0/8
In addition to the abilities listed below, all assailants carry an assault rifle and wear bulletproof body armor.
The STEM fair was AMAZING! Peter had been looking forward to it for a long time and when the day had finally arrived. Well. He ended up running late. Like always one could never simply live a normal life. Simply being a hero must unlock some trouble magnifying ability that always brought the worst your way. The mugging hadn't taken long to handle but by the time Pete had retrieved his civilian clothing and made his way to the UN International School the crowds had already gathered.
The labs were his main target. The kind of government funded labs a school of this magnitude funded had all of the latest and greatest toys. Pete had especially taken some interest into the Microfabrication equipment they had on display just for the event. He had been in line with a group of onlookers when the tingling sensation first alerted him from the base of his skull. A moment later there were screams and a few bangs in the distance. A canister rolled into the room, at Peters feet. Smoke billowed from the one end as it began to fill the room.
Thinking quickly Pete kicked the canister from his feet and moved to get away from the smoke. Though it appeared the others in attendance had a similar plan. Guarding their faces the crowd seemed to be more focused at avoiding the smoke than identifying the source. Before he could think Peter sprang from the floor and clung to the ceiling. We moved quickly to avoid detection, removing one of the flimsy ceiling panels and moving into the ceiling. He had to figure out what was going on but he couldn't do that as Peter Parker.
"Good evening, Peter." Karen activated as Pete pulled on his mask. The hero crouched on top of a light fixture, wedged between the thin layer between the ceiling below and floor up above. The sound of panic in the crowd below though still carried through the muffling material. A sense of urgency pushed him as he shoved the remainder of his clothing into his bag.
"No time for pleasantries Karen. We're on the clock." He spoke in a quick, hushed tone as he slid his final glove into place. The quick sealing mechanism Mr. Stark had designed it with pulling it tight to his skin.
"Activate Reconnaissance mode. We have to play it smart so no one gets hurt." Twisting so he crawled on all fours, Spider-Man prowled over the assailants heads looking for his moment to strike. The display inside his mask light up, showing him the world beyond the thin ceiling panels as he began noting the movements and locations of the aggressors.
Where was Bruno?!
Kamala looked up as she paced back and forth. He was the one they had personally invited to this thing. She was tagging along because he mentioned something she could possibly get him to recreate for his costume- the microfabrication equipment. Kamala gulped before pulling out her phone. The plush green Hulk phone case stuck out like a soar thumb as the girl fiddled with her Stark phone. He wasn't answering.... Still, this didn't worry her. Knowing Bruno he stayed up all night working on something. His alarm probably went off without waking him up, and his brother shut off the alarm rather than waking Bruno up.
A small grin spread across her face. She'd just have to take photographs of the event. He'd end up feeling so bad about ditching her, she'd so be able to get some free treats from the shop. Kamala moved to pocket her phone as she turned to begin walking to the line of onlookers heading to the labs. When the screaming began, Kamala felt her entire body shake like jello in surprise. Luckily, no one seemed to notice through the smoke that was beginning to slowly fill the room.
As people were suddenly being shouted to move, Kamala lifted her hood and shrunk back- quite literally. Hopefully the smoke would make it hard to see her as she shrunk down to the size of a fly. With a small 'oof', the girl threw her arm up- stretching it up to latch onto the ceiling panels. She pulled herself up and quietly slid under a small crack into the upper portions of the roofing. Kamala wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she'd have had a harder time dealing with whatever this was without an aerial view. She couldn't just... megasize herself and smash stuff. Not here.
The tiny girl froze as she suddenly heard a voice. Kamala turned before her eyes widened. Spider Man was in the ceiling tiles with her. The Spider Man. It took every ounce of will power for Kamala not to pull her phone out and snap a photo. Instead, the girl gulped and ran her tiny derriere a bit closer. Hopefully her tininess and the hood would do a good job of hiding her face. Kamala had so not planned to do heroing today. She had yet to learn the golden rule- always have your costume with you.
Once she was close enough, Kamala brought her hand back before bringing it forward- throwing it out like a weird stretchy rope. Her legs stretched as well to push her up as she grappled- or tried to anyway- onto Spiderman. If she succeeded, the girl would whisper into his ear from his shoulder.
”So uh, I'm your biggest fan, but like, do you know what's going on? By the by, don't freak out, I'm just kind of a tiny person on your shoulder.”
The day had been going well for Gwen. Okay, understatement, it was incredible. The STEM Fair put Gwen right in her element, allowing her to meet new people, talk in depth about science, and see things that were absolutely astonishing. She had been networking like crazy, not only with industry people, but with kids who were so brilliant that Gwen was sure she’d be seeing their names popping up in the media sooner or later for the remarkable things they had accomplished. And the lab… oh, the lab was phenomenal. The different things on display in there blew Gwen’s mind. She had spent a very long time-- arguably too long-- just studying the Microfabrication equipment, admiring its ingenuity. It was honestly a wonderful day.
Or… it was. Around the time Gwen was leaving the science lab to meet up with some friends and got shoved back in by a guy carrying an assault rifle it stopped being so wonderful. For obvious reasons.
Her dad had told her stories about hostage situations, but unlike her brothers, Gwen had never found them cool. To her, they had always sounded scary, less because of the actual threat, but more because of the chaos and the helplessness and the waiting for somebody somewhere to do something. None of that was very appealing to Gwen, and it had always made her worry. But of course, she always worried for her dad, the one likely to be involved in those situations as a rescuer. Never for herself. Why would she? When was she going to be in one of those scenarios?
Funny how things never seemed to go as expected…
The chaos seemed to happen all at once. There were loud bangs, and smoke, and armed guards, and people screaming and coughing and crying, and everyone trying to run around… Gwen tried to keep the panic at bay, tried to avoid thinking about how severely unqualified she was to deal with a situation like the one she was in. Instead, she tried to think about what the people who were qualified would do. What had her dad told her? “Find an exit,” she thought, the smoke starting to make her cough. Well, the exit she knew about she had been pushed back into by the armored guy, so that wasn’t going to work, and more were already beginning to block the windows… Next option was hide.
That was when Gwen began to notice the kids. Kids she had talked to earlier, kids who were younger than her brothers, and who were clearly panicking… New priority. Gwen grabbed the few younger kids around her and began shoving them under the tables that had yet to be flipped over, each time doing so with a look that told the kids “Just trust me.” If they couldn’t run, and there were too many assailants to hide… well, at least the kids could have cover.
“Now call the police,” Gwen thought, the smoke really beginning to bother her. She reached for her phone, ready to dial, only to find it had blown up with notifications… of a mass terrorist attack on UNIS. So. Chances were, the police already knew exactly what was happening...
Gwen knew that in moments of intense panic, the mind could still focus on very insignificant things. All she could manage to think as her heart beat wildly in her chest and smoke filled her lungs was, “God, if I live through this, Dad’s never going to let me leave the house again…”
Tony had arrived in the Iron Man suit, which was currently on display in the entry hall mostly for his own amusement. With everything that had happened since becoming Iron Man - and his entire life in the public eye in general, if he was being honest - he felt anxious and unsafe when he left the thing at home to go to events like this. It was reassuring to know that the suit was there, just in case.
When the terrorists came in, Tony’s hand was immediately on the panic button on his watch that called the suit to him, and he hoped that it arrived fairly quickly. They were sequestered in the science labs, which meant that he could probably craft makeshift weapons out of most of the things in the room, but against superpowers and guns he’d vastly prefer his Iron Man suit.
He glanced around the room, not seeing Peter anywhere and hoping the kid had brought his Spidey suit and was executing a quick change somewhere so that he wouldn’t be facing off against the group of baddies in the room alone. The suit was programmed to attempt to get to him without breaking things first, so it could take a minute or two for him to get in it, and that time was valuable in a hostage situation like this.
Putting his pocket square over his mouth to reduce smoke inhalation, Tony caught sight of Gwen nearby and felt like his heart might give out for a second. Jesus, this place was full of kids and if they got hurt, Tony didn’t know what he would do. Aside from feel miserable about it. The terrorists were clearly waiting for something, and without knowing what, Tony wasn’t sure what he could really do. He ducked down to where Gwen had corralled some of the younger kids. "Everyone good down here?" he asked with as much of a smile as he could muster in the situation.
Receiving tentative nods back, he reached out to grip Gwen’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "We’re gonna be okay. Already pressed the panic button, so the other Avengers should be making an appearance any minute now." At least, that was what he hoped. When he called the suit to him with the emergency button, it immediately alerted HQ to the problem.
"Attackers, stand down," emanated from the lab entrance and Tony poked his head over their cover to see the suit aiming its repulsors into the room, pulling out his phone to send a protect command to FRIDAY and prioritize getting the suit to him rather than attacking.
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She had come to the labs to check out some of the new technology. She had stopped at more than one location, fascinated, but she was particularly interested in the metal work. Someone had created an old-timey suit of Knight's armor with lightweight, flexible material. She wasn’t sure what it was and though the project-owner claimed he'd done all the stress tests imaginable, there was something arrogant about him that suggested he probably hadn't. She wanted to get a sample of the material or take a more detailed look at his work to figure out exactly what he had done. It looked like he was a real Captain America fan, but recreating his vibranium shield was impossible.
Riri had had questions, had been drilling the poor kid, but then everything went from enjoyable to chaotic. Panic and smoke and people screaming, Riri went very still, covering her nose and mouth when her sleeve. She was only a few feet behind a young man who leapt for the god damn ceiling. And stayed there. What the hell? Riri scowled as he disappeared as smoke clouded her vision, and turned away. She didn't have much on her, didn't have her blaster gloves or the potentially-combustive battery she'd been working on. She didn't have anything, other than the science projects around her and her own wits.
Men entered the room, bigger than her, armed. She caught a glimpse of one through the smoke and moved back towards the ridiculous suit of armor she'd been studying so intently. It was Tony's voice that gave her pause, her gaze sliding over to where she was pretty sure her boss was, though she couldn't see him. Where there was Tony there was likely a suit.
Even so, Riri didn't relax. She wasn't about to rely on her boss to be able to do everything. He'd been caught unawares too. And she was so damsel to be rescued. She reached for the suit on display, fingers finding cool, comforting metal. Whatever it was, she could make this work somehow. Without warning a stream of fire came tearing through the smoke in the room, only narrowly missing a direct hit on Riri, but catching her sleeve on fire. She shouted in alarm and anger. "Powers. They've got powers!"
"There are eight assailants, all armed and wearing body armor. Also Mr. Stark is in the labs. He has already sent out a distress signal." Relief washed over Peter as he realized Mr. Stark was present. Having his mentor there as well made him feel a lot more comfortable in the situation at hand. "Dermal Sensor Anomaly!" An alert blinked onto the display of his mask which he quickly spotted a small girl on his shoulder. An actual small girl on his shoulder. A fan of his no less from what she spoke. For half a moment he thought it was that OTHER bug guy. Spider-Man started to jump back for a moment but the slight give of the tiles below him reminded him of the importance at hand.
"Um...thank you?" The mask moved slightly as he spoke and turned back briefly to get another look at the room. It looked like he wasn't the only one taking counter measures against the new chaos. It looked like there were a few civilians helping one another but through the floors they were all blue depictions of a human figure in his display.
"Really appreciate it Micro-lass but ugh...Im kinda on the clock so Id hate to be rude but I gotta get down there." He didn't think about the fact that the girl may actually be trying to help the situation. It was 2018 there were a lot of mutants about. It was impolite to assume everyone with an ability was a super hero. Waiting until the girl hopefully got clear he moved to the edge of the light fixture. Very careful to maintain his balance and keep it from shifting. Placing his gloved hand on the ceiling panel he gently lifted it, using his hand as a suction cup. It was then the Iron Man suit came rushing into the scene, that robotic voice was sweet music to the web-heads ears. The ultimate distraction. Dropping in a forward roll the hero aimed out with his wrist to grab a support beam with a solid 'thwip' as soon as he was in the room. A shallow arc kept his momentum going from the roll into a solid kick across the jaw of an armed attacker.
The blow separated him from the group of civilians he had huddled over as human shields. As soon as Spidey landed on the floor, in a low crouch his masks eyes narrowed in a whirl as he looked to the civilians. He didn't even need to say anything they had already started to make their way away from the situation. Turning back to the assailant that was climbing back to his feet the hero sprung out with another punch though was stopped midair. He was shocked to find himself caught up in a gravitational field. Right. They have powers. His Spider-Sense went off and in a quick reaction the Spider shot out a web to the wall past the mutant manipulating the field and gave a solid pulled. An electric bolt whizzed past his mask as he entered normal gravity once more and demonstrating to the Gravity guy as he tackled him to the ground.
As the two tumbled to the floor Spider-Man stuck a web grenade to the mans chest. Springing back on his hands he hopped back as the grenade exploded leaving the terrorist in a large wad of webs stick to the floor. The young vigilante put his hands on his hips as he looked over towards the Iron Man suit, a smile under his mask.
"I think I got one!" As soon as the words left his lips a concussive blast hit him in the chest propelling him backwards into a wall.
Kamala glanced down to the ceiling panels beneath them as she listened to some of the words being said through the thin foam. Her eyes widened as she heard the specific baritone (ok not so baritone) voice of a certain idol of hers. Was Tony Stark down there? Kamala had heard he could possibly be here... Which may have played more into her reason for coming here than she scared to admit. Before the girl could properly process this, another voice called out. The guys had powers. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced to Spider-man.
”Uh, the name's Ms. Marvel and- uh yeah we should both get down there,” she corrected him, sliding off his shoulder as he made his way down. Kamala gulped as she rolled her shoulders. Honestly, the fact that Tony Stark was down there made this kind of feel like an audition... Not that she ever dreamed of possibly being an Avenger herself. Still, the girl glowered quietly. She didn't have a mask, and her costume morphing wasn't the best yet... Her eyes shifted down to the crack left in the ceiling panel by Spider-man's departure as he started fighting. When he got hit by the concussive blast, Kamala's eyes widened.
Screw it! Any costume would do! The girl leaped down, embiggening to her normal size as she shape shifted. Her legs stretched out rapidly slam into the chest of the man who sent out the concussive blast. Kamala wound up landing on him, standing on his chest. Except, in her panic, she hadn't switched into her Ms. Marvel costume. She just... kind of shifted into the first thing she saw.
It looked like Tony Stark had just fallen out of the ceiling and gone all Mister Fantastic on the guy. Kamala didn't seem to notice. Instead, she was too busy diving onto the floor in an undignified pose as she took a duck and cover from a mutant suddenly intent on tazing her. She managed to crawl behind a science lab station. ”Eek!” Kamala did not want to get zapped by that. Still, the electricity was going to hit someone else at this rate. The girl took in a deep breath before hopping up from behind the station and launching her hand out. As she launched it, it grew bigger and bigger. Her arm stretched like taffy. She managed to punch the guy in the head, sending him reeling, but as he fell, a bolt of electricity was launched. Kamala let out a yelp as it hit her shoulder.
She stumbled back onto her rear as she grit her teeth. Her shoulder sagged like melting rubber as she called out. Well, to most it looked like the copy cat Tony's shoulder was melting. ”Got two!” Kamala wasn't going to lie, it felt good to have saved his rear from the concussive blast guy after being called Micro-lass. Even if she was now hiding behind a lab station while someone started to shoot fire at her.
“We’re gonna be okay.”
When Tony came to Gwen’s side and said those words, she really did begin to calm down, focusing in on everything going on around her. He was Iron-Man, leader of the freaking Avengers, he had dealt with way more serious threats than this. Yeah, there were a lot of hostages, and a lot of scary terrorists, and he didn’t yet have his suit on, but if Tony Stark said they were going to be okay, they were going to be okay.
Honestly, with all of the chaos and all of the people Gwen had interacted with throughout the science fair, she had almost forgotten that her boss and idol had also been hanging around the science labs. She hadn’t actually even gotten to say hello to him yet, she’d just given him a quick wave before moving throughout the room. Wait… that got her thinking. Hadn’t she seen Peter, given him a brief wave through the crowd as well, before everything got so hectic? “Where’s…?” she murmured, her voice trailing off as she tried to focus. Gwen’s eyes began to scan the room, trying to sift through the smoke and panicking people to try and spot her classmate during her brief moment of mental reassurance and clarity.
It was a short lived moment. Because of course the assailants also had to have powers in addition to the assault rifles, as shown when one sent out a stream of fire… that hit Riri, one of the other Stark interns. Just another person in the room that Gwen really did not want to see getting hurt. She tried to focus, trying to think of a course of action, not allowing herself to just stand there getting more and more scared. She needed to act. “Okay, that guy throws fire. Fire. School science lab. Which means there has to be…” her eyes scanned the walls before landing on the red cylinder a few feet away, “...a fire extinguisher.”
Gwen turned her attention back to the center of the room, trying not to let her plan show as she ever so slowly began to shuffle behind the table where she had shoved the kids, towards the wall. Thankfully, there was enough chaos to keep the room engaged. Spider-Man himself leapt from the ceiling (because apparently he could teleport now? Or he lived in the air vents? Whatever, Gwen was happy to have more hands on deck) slinging webs and trying to take people out until he was smashed into a wall. And then there was… Tony? Wait, no. Gwen glanced back at her mentor in open mouthed confusion, trying to make sure he was still there, and that this new rubberized version attacking people wasn’t just some hallucination she had made up under stress. Whoever this strange Tony Stark person was, he was being helpful.
Right at the the same time the fire thrower turned his attention at the rubber guy, who let out a small shriek, Gwen’s fingertips brushed metal. Perfect. She grabbed the extinguisher, pulled the pin, and aimed with the skill of someone who had clearly been in too many high school science labs. “Hey!” She shouted, trying to get the fire guy’s attention off of whoever the fake Tony was. For just a second, the line of fire shifted towards Gwen and met her stream of nitrogen and carbon dioxide, dulling out the flames. Maybe it wasn’t much, but if it could give the stretchy guy a moment to regroup, heal up, attack again, that was something, right?
She was feeling pretty good until a hand grabbed her shoulder-- and not in the kind of reassuring grip that Mr. Stark had used. This one was painful and intended to intimidate. Almost instinctively, Gwen turned, raising the fire extinguisher up and bashing it into the attacker’s face. Go for the face. It was a basic self defense tip. Should have been a powerful blow. But no, these were powered assailants, it just couldn’t be that easy. The extinguisher bounced off his face with barely even a wince before the man shoved Gwen down with extreme force, making it all seem as simple as flicking a piece of fuzz. Gwen hit the tile painfully, landing on her side with a thud. Super strength. Of course. That’s what this hostage situation was missing. She watched him raise his assault rifle, and she shouted out to warn the room, “Look out!”
He heard Riri shouting through the smoke and his jaw clenched. These were his people trapped in this room, alongside kids of varying ages, and the thought that he had been the one to put him in danger crossed his mind. What was the goal of these people? They had yet to say anything about their purpose here and that bothered him more than he'd like to admit. He didn't know what they were here for, and that meant not knowing how they'd go about getting it. Not even being able to hazard a guess.
It wasn't long after the suit's entrance that Tony caught a shape seemingly swinging through the dissipating smoke and he grinned to himself. Count on Peter to bring the Spidey-suit to a science fair. "Gwen, I need you to get these kids out of here, okay? Or at least somewhere safer. There's a supply closet down the hall that should fit everyone. When the coast is clear, get them there and barricade yourselves in, okay?" he instructed as he pulled up the schematics of the building on his phone to show her. Never had he been more thankful for the paranoia that had him studying things like this before big events.
Tony winced as he glanced over the barrier between him and the bad guys just in time to see Spidey sent flying. The suit was closing in on him, though, and once he stepped inside things would be easi...
Was that him?
Someone had taken on his likeness and began getting stretchy at the bad guys and that was certainly something you didn't see every day. "We're talking about this after,
pretend-me," he shouted at the impostor as the Iron Man suit opened up in front of him and he jumped inside as quickly as possible.
"Miss Stacy could use help, boss," was the first thing he heard from FRIDAY as the mask slid down and he spun around to see her being swung around by one of the men, who was now raising an assault rifle in the direction of the kids that she'd been trying to protect.
With a thought he was standing in front of them, repulsor charged and aimed at the man. "I don't think so, buddy," he said before firing at the man. He was thrown back, but Tony didn't stop there. He propelled himself forward to ram heavily into the guy, knocking him to the ground where he landed a punch into the man's face, then another, and a third before he was unconscious.
Everything went chaotic as the smoke cleared and Riri got a clear view of Spiderman and Ironman. The spider had gone flying, the man of iron was punching his way through one of their assailant's faces. Or at least punching him unconscious. She had patted her sleeve out as best she could, ignoring the sizzling of her skin under the torched fabric. Grabbing the suit, she threw pieces of it at the assailants still standing. Only for one of them to literally turn into her, scorched sleeve and burned skin in all and attack her.
Furious, Riri flipped table at her double, seeking another weapon, anything. Her hand slid into her pocket and she found the electrifying shockers she'd been tampering with the other week. She had apparently put them in her pocket and forgotten about them but now she pulled out one of the little disks. They had been malfunctioning, but Riri was willing to try anything.
Her double was heading for Spiderman and Riri was too far to throw one of her shocker disks with any accuracy at it. "Hey Spidey! That's not me!"
"She's the fake one." The other one whimpered.
Riri looked at once disgusted and infuriated. "That's not how I talk!"
Spider-Man slammed into the wall, hard. The force causing the reinforced structure to crack from the floor to the ceiling. His webbed body dropped to the floor as the power of the blast subsided and gravity was once again the strongest force pushing him. A long groan came from under the mask as the hero started to climb to his feet. He was durable, he could take one hell of a hit but that was still quite some hit. Definitely didn't want to get hit like that again. Downside to the Spider-Sense: once could never really tell what the danger was until it was on them. Just when he thought he was starting to look good for Mr. Stark too. He must have hit his head pretty hard because as he turned his attention back to the room and saw not one but TWO of his idol in the room. What the-.
But that was far from his biggest worries as he looked to see Gwen Stacy falling to the ground. His heart sunk as he went to call out but a warning cry from her at least indicated she was somewhat all right. It seemed Mr. Stark was in the game now as well as he jumped in to take out the goon that had turned his weapon onto the crowd now. Hopefully the real Stark as the other seemed to have been starting to warp in his shape. But it seemed the Spider had doppelganger issues of his own to deal with as a familiar girl seemed to be moving towards him while simultaneously calling out a warming from further back. What the hell kind of zany day was this turning out to be.
Riri. If memory served. He had met her with the Hawkeye girl not even a week back, but which one was which. He hardly knew enough about her to be able to pin point which witch was which but he had to do something. Considering the disgust in the girls voice as she rejected the cheap imitation the Spider figured he had a better chance with the Riri that was closer to him. Still he didn't want to hurt her too bad if it turned out his gut feeling was wrong.
"Seriously what is this? Invasion of the body snatchers?" He leaped forwards, springing off his hands before flipping over the hopefully fake Riri.
"I mean really guys? Come up with something new at least. I've watched enough movies to have an decent edge in the Who's Who game." Of course he wouldn't announce that he really was taking a wild shot but when Peter Parker put on the mask he really couldn't stop his lips from flying. Grabbing the doppelganger by her shoulders he pulled her back to the ground. A shot of web to her ankles was quickly attached to the ceiling as Spider-Man covered her in a layer of web cocooning her in place.
Apart from some falls on the ice in figure skating and spraining her ankle one time when she was six, Gwen Stacy had never really been hurt. She was a sixteen-year-old academic, she just didn’t run in circles that were prone to great violent events. So being shoved down by a enhanced strength man? That was something new, and it was painful. Gwen slowly began to pick herself back up from the ground, grimacing at how achy she was. She could already tell that she was going to be sore for quite some time, but thankfully, it didn’t feel like anything was broken. She would live, and that was honestly all Gwen was asking for given the current circumstances. Still, the man had shoved her down almost like it was nothing, which made her very worried for what could happen if he actually tried to do serious damage.
Not that she had to worry very long. Gwen had admired Tony Stark, the brilliant engineer and Avenger, for so long, watching videos of his heroics with admiration. Seeing him take out a bad guy right in front of her was exhilarating… and just a bit terrifying. She watched Iron-Man blast and punch the man who had knocked her down until he was unconscious, all with wide eyes. Yeah, it was definitely awesome watching karma hit the man (quite literally) all courtesy of one of her favorite heroes, but it all just reinforced how serious the situation was.
Still, no time to be scared. Gwen took a breath before turning back to the kids still under the table. She needed to get them out, there was simply too much firepower going on around, and she’d do anything to keep them from being collateral damage. With Tony attacking the strong man, attention in the room had shifted towards him, and several of the other armed guards were starting to close in; not to mention that Spider-Man was up and running on the other end of the lab. All of it had left the door unmanned, which meant there was a chance she could get the kids out. “Come on!” Gwen called to them, motioning for the group of kids to follow her, as she rose to her feet with some pain. About five kids scrambled to follow her, all of them running towards the door. The supply closet Tony had shown her was very close, if they could just make it there…
Gwen was about three feet from the door when a high pitched scream echoed through the room, the frequency so great it caused her to stop in her tracks, clutching her ears in pain, her eyes squeezing shut as a reflex. While being shoved had been a blunt pain that dulled out, this pain was sharp, like the sound itself was going to rip her head open. This had to be another super power... Gwen opened her eyes again, seeing that the children were also clutching their ears, but not seeing which assailant was doing the damage. “Stop it, you’re hurting them!” she yelled, barely able to focus on her own voice over the ringing in her skull. They were so close to the door, so close to getting people out… but the sound was so intense she could barely put a thought together.
Once the guy slid to the ground unconscious, Tony was examining the room again. It looked like fake-him had been knocked out somehow, slowly returning to what he assumed to be her default state. A quick scan showed that she was otherwise fine, so Tony turned his attention to where Gwen was racing to the door with kids in tow, like he'd instructed earlier.
A piercing noise split through the air and FRIDAY started filtering it out. Tony cleared his head as soon as he could, taking aim on the guy and firing a few shots from his repulsors in that direction. It took a few hits, with the sound still ringing in his head, but the guy fell to the ground much like his friend had earlier.
"Get them out of here, Gwen!" he called to her as the reverberations stopped coursing through the air and FRIDAY began letting the sound back into the suit. He'd never been more grateful for that particular ability before.
There were still two more assailants to take out, and Tony turned his attention towards RIri now, wanting to make sure that she was okay. "Ri, what are you doing?" he asked, noticing that she was certainly not running like a normal person with the opportunity.
After the last of the assailants in the cafeteria had been killed or knocked unconscious, Danielle had remained behind to help guide the civilians away from the carnage. She used her animations to pile together the assailants--probably unpleasant for those still living, but she wanted them all in one place--and used the creations to block them from the view of onlookers. With the Shark-Girl biting off someone's arm, it wasn't something she thought the students should be seeing. She hadn't even wanted to see it, but that was a hit she was willing to take. Just like the two concussive blasts to her chest; she was pretty sure something had bruised or fractured, because her chest her something awful, but she had to keep going. How many other chances would she get to play hero like this and use her powers for good rather than amusement?
After helping those civilians escape through a door that had been blocked off and locked, Dani decided to look around the event for more. Surely it hadn't been confined to the cafeteria, she reasoned. Also, there were sounds of fighting coming from multiple locations. The decision on which to burst into was a difficult one, so she picked at random, and landed at the doors of the science lab. Her previous animations had been pretty well taken out, so she had to dismiss those and bring out some new ones. The door was still closed, so she started off with some muscle for getting those open. Once he was animated, standing about a full foot taller than her, Dani wasted no time in having him insert his claws into the door and rip it open--outward, so no one standing near it could be injured. It resisted, but gave with a loud creak and groan of wood and metal forced from its position.
But that wouldn't be enough, she knew. There would be bad guys in there keeping people from using the exit, so she sent her animation inside and followed it shortly after, hugging her chest; it hurt, and luckily she wouldn't need her hands free to control the animation. A stream of fire shot out at the construct, but it could not feel pain, and she had it charge toward the assailant responsible. Using two of its hands, the animation backhanded the assailant hard enough to send him sprawling to the ground. Dani winced sympathetically, but reminded herself that these guys had it coming for attacking a bunch of school kids. With that in mind, she had the animation pummel him, once with each of his four hands, for good measure and to ensure he wouldn't be getting up again any time soon.
"Door's open, come on! I'll cover you!" she shouted over the chaos. Then she noticed some of the other attendees in the room. "Holy crap baskets, Avengers?" Silver lining: maybe she could get an autograph or two after it was all over.
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