[center][h2][color=ec008c]Astrad Lungren[/color][/h2]
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Location: Asgard
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Astrad just rolled his eyes as Raynor reacted quite aggressively to his answer that orders were given. Why, he disobeyed a direct order from Sitwell of all people! It would be better if these people just stopped screaming at him and forgot that he ever existed. After he, he has always been a shadow, forgettable and rightly so. [color=ec008c]"Pffftt... I won't even bother answering any more of your queries, as anyone with more than an elementary knowledge of our history would know the difference between myself and the things you just compared me to. We should go back to Earth and see each other never again."[/color] The Swede crossed his arms as he walked towards the ship that the Asgardians had prepared for them.

[color=ec008c]"Bean bags. How quaint."[/color] Astrad simply commented as he sat upon one of the seats, expecting no one to sit beside him. And to be honest, he just wanted to go back and be alone again, just like always.

[center][h2][color=a187be]Nathaniel De Costa[/color][/h2]
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Location: The Quinjet
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[color=a187be]"Ow..."[/color] Nathaniel slowly got up from the floor of the Quinjet, with the unconscious bodies of the Alchemist and the others all around him. He would come face to face with the Winter Soldier, whom he gave a nod to. It won't be long, however, before he noticed that members of Team Iron Man were also there, though no one was cuffed. The fact that the Winter Soldier, Agent 13, and Falcon were up and running proved that their conflict earlier had not endured unto this hour.

His head hurt like hell, probably because he had been knocked no less than twice out of terrible luck, and Nathan could barely focus at the moment. [color=a187be]"So I'm guessing you all became friends and chums while I was out?"[/color] He then coughed, and asked Agent 13 for aspirin for the headache.

He did take pause, however, when made out the president's face in the gathered group in the section further up. [color=a187be]"Mr. President...?"[/color], he said, rather slurredly as he was still having that headache. [color=a187be]"Can someone give me a recap before I panic and tear the fabric of space and time...? Si?"[/color]