“My God… ” The voice boomed into the command center, rotor wash not doing much against the resonance of lungs that easily stood taller than Shaquille O’Neal himself. “Did Banner really do all this?” If not him, then we have a bigger problem on our hands. Fury’s single eye stared intently as four birds beat…

Bodies were coming out of every door, the entirety of the operations deck full with uniformed bodies moving at a dead run — enough of them to almost shake the too-solid floor by the time Fury exited the elevator. His first few steps into the Triskelion command center had him staring at chairs spinning and…

JULY 108 AM ESTTHE TRISKELION It just wasn’t fair. “-aptain America’s apartment was breached? Who do they think was stupid enough to even try, Bruce?” The seagull perched atop a junction box was loud in the early morning, the sound almost blending into the water around the Triskelion they stood on. Even still, Betty Ross…

He liked silence. Not like in an autistic way or nothing, but, Orin Hunter Kelly enjoyed his peace and quiet. It came with being by himself a lot of the time, a solitude he chose. No matter what his mom had to say about it, it wasn’t weird or anything like that. He liked parties…

He didn’t even grunt as tape came off his arm, the triple-layered adhesive ripping off some hair with it. The cannula was pulled quick, the white-coat not even bothering to press down after as a bead of red came out of his elbow and trailed down onto his cot. …what now? Days were still a…

He woke to nothing under him. Nothing around him either. The world was simply empty for a good six or seven seconds while his brain kept trying to understand why he was in such a dark room. For another second, he wondered if the power was out, a dead breaker or a thunderstorm taking out…

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