[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6g8onsz41/6a8a04c0ca1b1adbb23631ae5dfd661b.png[/img]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/jvJ31KK.png?1[/img][hr][@BlueSky44][@Kirah][@Nallore][@Natsu][@Trainerblue192][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b] May 17th, 2021[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Skrull Prison Ship - Orbiting Saturn[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	The assorted superheroes had huddled up into a bit of a group, with the Invisible Woman sitting on the ground and doing some breathing exercises while her husband examined her. A lot of them were in need of medical attention after everything that had been done to them, with Captain Marvel being in pretty bad shape, almost as bad as the Human Torch. Maria Hill had some combat medic experience so she was also giving everyone a once over, while Black Widow was assessing what sort of combat strategies they had access to - and Tony, of course, was boasting about his feats, [color=f7941d]"I'm just saying, in a fair fight, I would have stopped all of these skrulls in like ten minutes tops,"[/color] he said to She-Hulk, who just rolled her eyes and nodded politely. 

	[color=E8FF00]"Hey, I'm coming with you,"[/color] a woman with dark bobbed hair said - Hope van Dyne aka the Wasp. She didn't want to be around for Tony Stark's dick measuring event and she didn't have the medical expertise to help those who were drugged out of their minds. But she did have one thing compelling her to go with Flynn and Maria - she didn't trust anyone but herself. She figured they would turn out to be idiots and if she left her life in the hands of idiots, well, nothing good would come of that. 	[hr][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Mar-Vell's Ship - New Jersey: 10:00 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	"Of course - I'd be happy to teach you, hell, I'm in need of a new collaborator if you'd be interested," Dr. Larson said, smiling at Oliver. Unlike the Kree, who were an emotionless warring people, Mar-Vell was all about kindness and curiosity. 

	Dr. Larson then nodded, pulling out her phone and quickly googling [i]Jersey City Boardwalk[/i] so she could quickly get the coordinates for it. Even with all of her advanced Kree technology, sometimes it was just faster to Google search something. She plugged in the coordinates and continued to fly the ship so smoothly it was like they were flying in a cloud - an insanely fast cloud, given that in less than ten minutes they had journeyed from Nova Scotia to New Jersey. Dr. Larson peered down at the boardwalk on her monitors, looking for a good spot to land. 

	"Hmm, parking looks pretty full..." she mused. The only open spots would be right in the walkway and she then hesitated, noticing something on her scans. There was an Asgardian ship parked in the middle of one of the walkways. It had its cloaking drive turned on, but it wasn't a match for the Kree ship's sensors, not after Mar-Vell had specially modified them of course. "Do you know any Asgardians?" she then asked them. [center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Serval Industries, Virginia - Quinjet: 10:00 P.M.[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	Bonnie glanced up at Cass as she felt her friend put a gentle hand on her, and she considered how to answer for a moment. A lot had happened - not just this week, but over the past year or so. She still didn't have an explanation for what had happened with the Black Order, how she had survived when her neck should have been snapped so easily. And between House of M and Ultron, they had experienced their fair share of alternate realities. Flynn was missing too, replaced by an alien and shapeshifters had taken over the Avengers. [color=f6989d]"Yeah, I'm fine - just thought I heard something,"[/color] Bonnie answered. [color=f6989d]"It's probably just stress."[/color]	

	As if to make her point, Bonnie rubbed at her eyes slightly - she could feel the little bits of rheum in at the corners, signs that she was in need of some rest. She was hopeful that wherever Hawkeye was taking them could actually accommodate everyone. They had about half of the Avengers, half of the Secret Warriors, the President of the United States, and some random lady from Serval Industries on the plane. They weren't exactly a small party. 

	[i][color=7851A9]"Taking off now, a-holes. Let's do better about strapping in this time,[/color][/i] Hawkeye said over the intercom, as the ship lifted off. [i][color=7851A9]"Next stop, god help us, is New fucking Jersey."[/color][/i][center][hr][h3][color=84B4E2][b]Jersey City Boardwalk - New Jersey: 10:00 P.M[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr]	[color=FFB795]"I still think dumping the body is a bad idea..."[/color] Amelia protested, but Raynor didn't really give her a chance to say much else. He grabbed the body and went to what looked like a glorified trash chute, shoving it in and having to kick at it a bit to get it to go through. Amelia glanced at the monitors and saw a brief blip indicating that the body had indeed been tossed and would end up going [i]splat[/i] somewhere in Jersey City. 

	[color=d86615]"I said fiancée, not wife, you need to get your ears checked Sparks,"[/color] Raynor lied to Sparky, rubbing his hands on his Jedi robes a bit. 

	A few minutes went by and Amelia now needed to figure out a crucial and vital maneuver - how to [i]land[/i] the flying yellow spaceship they had borrowed from the Asgardian hippies. They were hovering over the boardwalk and as far as she could tell, no one was screaming and running in fear, so they must have had some sort of cloaking active. She tilted controls forward, but that only made the ship tilt, and she frowned, before getting an idea. She lowered the controls and noticed that the ship began to descend slowly - she continued this pattern, just lowering the glorified Wii-motes until she was practically touching the ground with them. The ship settled in nicely onto the boardwalk, a giant invisible obstacle that was definitely disrupting the flow of traffic.  

	[color=FFB795]"Hopefully this is quick, I really don't wanna know what sort of tickets you get for parking an alien spaceship in the middle of a walkway,"[/color] Amelia commented, pressing the power button on the left Wii-remote and the ship hummed as it powered off. There wasn't a ramp for them to use, instead they'd need to just open up the one door and walk on out, but the door wasn't really high up so it wouldn't be much of an issue. [color=FFB795]"Aaanyways I call this a successful flight! By the by, this means we're all officially astronauts now, eh? And I'm a space pilot or whatever the exact term is, think they still might be sorting that one out, maybe space ace? or just spAce, with an extra little umph on the ace part?"[/color] 

	[color=d86615]"It's just pilot,"[/color] Raynor told her, as he got up and offered a hand to Sparky. He then frowned slightly. Despite living on Earth for so long, he still didn't know a lot about Midgardian biology. [color=d86615]"Sparks... Shouldn't you be lying down or something anyways? The baby's Asgardian, if it kicks, it might break you,"[/color] he explained, unaware of the ironic parallel of their situation to the plot of [i]Twilight Breaking Dawn[/i]. 

	Meanwhile, Amelia headed to the door and popped it open, staring out into the electrified darkness of the downtown Jersey City. Hotels and restaurants lined the boardwalks, with a steady crowd of tourists and college aged kids strutting the boardwalk in their finest.