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07/29/2021 04:22 PM
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Arrowverse Crossover Sample - Searching for mains
All Grown Up Looking for all Arrowverse mains. S TRIKE. STRIKE. STRIKE. STRIKE. Unpredictable movements were barely seen in the moonless night as bodies clad in black hit the ground one after the other. The swarm of hostiles was slowly diminishing, but they did not slow even for a moment. The swish of carbonite arrows accompanied the sounds of physical strikes, further eliminating targets besides the woman. Chocolate orbs broke focus for a moment, as a break in attacks came, now gazing over to the warehouse that bore flames touching up to the heavens. Time was quickly running out for those trapped, the faint echoes of screams carried from the blaze and out along the whisps of the breeze.  ”Cover me!” The womans voice cried out, knowing she had to move quickly if they were to rescue those the hostiles attempted to burn. Her movements were quick, one foot in front of the other as she closed the distance between the warehouse and herself. Another arrow sounded behind her as it met it's target, the thud of a pursuer hitting the ground lifelessly. Without hesitation, the woman kicked forward as she reached one of the doors, knocking it down and into the flames within. Arms raised to shield from the heat, eyes blinking away at the brightness of the angry flames. Focus was crucial, time was critical. Movements forward were made with haste yet caution knowing her death would mean the deaths of those trapped, and that was not something neither of them could accept. Brown hues landed upon frightened eyes, those of a young boy cowering behind a table. Three others were crowded up next to him and another lying on the ground already burned. "I've got 4. A fifth wounded. We are out of time!" The woman said, the com in her ear trasmitting her concern to the hooded man beyond the doors. "I've got them!" Another voice echoed suddenly in her ear, one belonging to her daughter. The womans gaze caught site of the young meta, and was both angry and grateful for her arrival. "You were supposed to stay outside and help Oliver!" The girl shook her head, moving towards the group of terrified people. "You can't get them all out by yourself! I've got them, finish the search! GO!"The girl replied sternly, knowing this was no time to be arguing with her mother. The woman nodded and vanished back into the flames, searching for others. The young meta turned and took only a second to focus her mind and errect a telekinetic barrier that would protect the victims from the flames. She motioned two towards the door while she has instructed the other two to carry the injured man. They were only a dozen steps from the exit when a large support beam above suddenly broke, sending chunks of wood hurtling downwards on top of them. The loud crash caused the woman, who had another injured victim in her arms, to look towards where she had seen her daughter. "ARIA!!" A panicked cry sounded out, and movements became more quickened. Even with the barrier, her mother knew extended that amount of her abilities around those she was escorting out was already stretching it. "Aria!" Another voice sounded in her ear, Oliver, who had seen the front of the building cave in and heard the panicked cries of her mother. The hooded man rushed for the building, stopping short when he saw a thin hand sticking out from under from rubble. Avaren got the man in her arms free of the building before following Oliver back inside. They worked together to move the large beam free from those it had trapped underneath, managing to get it adjusted just enough for three of them to slip out and towards the door. The young meta and two other bodies did not move, and crimson liquid stained the ground next to them. Oliver dropped down next to the Aria, a look of worry glazed sharply across emerald hues. He carefully cradled the young girl in his arms, quickly moving her out of the building while Avaren moved the final victims out. A final footfall outside the door and an explosion sent them tumbling forward as the warehouse finally collapsed in on itself. Avaren lie there for a moment before raising her head, glancing back at the scene behind them. Sirens grew louder as they neared, the duo now moving to get those they had retrieved the help they needed. Olivers focus remained on the girl, placing her on the stretcher for the medics to tend to. Avaren could see pain fill his eyes as he stepped back, rubbing a frustrated hand across the back of his head.  "This wasn't your fault Oliver... She knew the risks." Avaren said quietly, knowing he would blame himself for letting her daughter fight with them. He saw her as someone he needed to protect, just as he needed to protect his city. The three of them had become close over the years, bonding together like family. Oliver was never a fan of Aria suiting up with them, but she wasn’t a little girl anymore, and they both had to come to terms with that. “She has 2 broken ribs, and her shoulder is dislocated, but she will be fine. We are taking her to Starling General.” The medic said, loading Aria into the ambulance. Oliver gave a short glance to Avaren, features serious and stern. “I don’t accept that. We shouldn’t have let her come. She’s too young, too green.”“She is more powerful than both of us combined Oli. She isn’t a little kid anymore, and it’s time we both realize that. You and I have been through hell together, and we have survived far worse than a few broken ribs. You can’t put this on yourself, we both promised her that, that we would let her fight, let her grow, not hold her back.”“And look what happened!” Emerald hues flickered with frustration, boiled words exploding over the surface as a hand motioned towards the injured girl. The womans gaze softened, a light hand placed upon his arm. “Oliver.. you know better than anyone, no battle is ever simple. There will always be risks, and that is something we have learned to live with. Aria is a survivor, same as you, and that makes her strong. We can’t hold her back anymore.”Gloved digits covered the womans hand upon his arm, a sigh and softened gaze now matching her own. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see her hurt, either of you. I’ve watched her grow up Avaren, since she was a little girl. That’s who I see when I look at her, that little girl I rescued from Damien Darhk all those years ago."“And now she is a beautiful powerful young woman, who is more than capable of holding her own.” Avaren reached up, a gentle thumb wiping away blood from a fresh gash on his cheek. “You’re not invincible either Oli, but that doesn't mean you are going to stop fighting. Now come on, we should follow them to the hospital. There’s nothing more we can do here.” www.roleplayer.me/1686171
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07/28/2021 11:11 PM
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Into the Cold: Open Starter to All
Into the Cold Phoenix Down Resources
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Driving into New York city had a different feel tonight, the normal hustle and bustle of the busy streets seeming almost a blur. Exhaustion plagued the agent as she made her way from her small place near Mount Ivy into the city. The forest hidden one-story was a nice hideaway from the endless craziness of the world, and the time she spent there was always in peace. The drive wasn't too long, just over an hour, though with New York traffic, that could always mean three. Regardless she didn't mind it, as the quiet gave her time to think and get her head back into the zone for any missions she was heading into. Tonight her destination was Stark Tower, long since rebuilt since the Chitauri invasion so many years ago. Avaren had been having some issues with her internal com device and Tony wanted her to come in to run diagnostics, and of course catch up. They had not seen each other in nearly a month as Avaren had been overseas on an assignment. While hoping for a few extra days away, she knew she couldn't hide out as much as she would like.
As the agent made her way down the interstate on the Jersey side of the Hudson, she noticed a vehicle behind her driving a bit too close for comfort. A soft sigh exhaled out as the woman tapped on the breaks to ward off the other driver. The warning was received, as the other driver tapped on their breaks, giving a few extra feet between their vehicles. As she merged east onto the George Washington Bridge, she noticed the vehicle again riding a bit too close. A furrow in her gaze indicated her annoyance, and she again tapped lightly on the breaks.
Without warning, the driver behind her hit the gas, slamming into the back of her SUV.* "Damn it!" The word slipping from her lips as her head nearly smacked the steering wheel. "What the hell...?" She questioned aloud, even though there was no one else with her. The headlights grew brighter as the driver backed off a few feet before ramming her again, this time harder. Avaren now became defensive, first studying the bridge lanes around her. Thankfully being late at night, traffic was minimal, which meant less targets on the road should this escalate. Avaren hit the gas and changed over into the second lane over on the 4 lane interstate. The primary focus was to make it off the bridge before her pursuer decided to push her off it. With only half a mile left to the other side, she just had to buy time.
The fates did not agree, as a second vehicle, a large SUV, pulled up next to her on the left, while the first pulled up on the right. They quickly boxed her in, the sound of grinding metal piercing the quiet night as they crashed in on either side of her. Avaren struggled to keep control, knowing it only took a single second for it to end badly. Others on the road began to hit the brakes, given plenty of space to the situation unfolding before them. A third vehicle was approaching at high speed from behind, and Avaren did not have much time to react. She jerked the wheel to the right, smashing the car in the lane closest to the guardrail. This gave her room to hit the brakes and dodge the car behind her, at least partially. He clipped her left tail end, and right tail end of the car to her left, sending them into the dividing wall. Both cars now backed off, giving her some distance, but it was by no means a stand down. She could see them planning before they even made their move but she had nowhere to go, as there was 3 civilian vehicles just ahead of her.
Avaren felt the hit on the back left side, forcing her car to turn sideways. She felt the other side of the car hit one of the three vehicles that was in front of her. The agent heard a sickening sound of twisting metal and shattering glass as a chain reaction started. There was no time to react, and her vehicle smashed into the guardrail to the bridge, and over the side into the Hudson. The airbags deployed keeping her head from smashing into the steering wheel. A feeling of weightlessness washed over her as the vehicle tumbled 200 feet down into the icy cold waters below. Crimson liquid broke free of her skin as her head slammed into the window upon impact. A groan of pain escaped her pale lips before she heard screeching tires above her. Headlights floated through the air as a second and third vehicle splashed into the water.
Avarens heart sank and she fought to stay conscious, the nasty blow to her head making everything around her spin. Water started to fill the car quickly and she knew she only had a couple minutes before she would be pulled down into the depths of the river. A hand raised up in front of her gaze to reveal blood, indicating she was injured beyond the blow to the head. Chocolate colored orbs glanced downwards to see a baseball size hunk of metal sticking out from her abdomen. An attempt at movement was made, only to find her left leg pinned under the dashboard. The water was up to her waist now, and she started to shiver, the water during winter being exceptionally cold. If she didn't die from the chunk of metal in her gut, she would die of hypothermia, or at this rate, drowning. A bloody hand reached up behind her right ear, a thin digit pressing against the com device just under her skin three times. This would activate a distress signal to SHIELD, but it would probably come to late, as the water now reached her chest.
Another attempt at freeing her leg was futile, and the movement only aggravated the bleeding from her injury. Of all things she could die of, drowning was certainly not one she expected. Working for SHIELD was always a high risk job, any mission always having the possibility of going wrong. She had come close before, a sniper round to the shoulder, a dangerously close call with a Super Solider that nearly killed her, even a undercover with Steve that landed her in the hospital for a week. Yet this felt different, colder, both literally and figuratively. As the water flooded into the car, it now licked against her chin. Avaren closed her eyes, and took a deep breathe, the icy water washing over her face and head. Created by Patriot
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07/28/2021 01:20 PM
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The Death of Sasha Karpov: Hydra Part 3
The Death of Sasha Karpov Отрежь одну голову, на ее место займут две. ✯
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Chapter 2
The young Karpov girl had spent the day at her parents home just a few miles from the Hydra Siberian outpost where they worked. They lived most of their days at the compound, but today her parents wanted her home, something about doing some unsafe explosive testing. The girl may have been only nine, but she knew her parents were lying. Something more was going on, but she did not argue. Eventually she would return to the compound and do her normal sneaking around to find the answers she sought.
It was nearly ten o'clock by the time her parents arrived back home. Sasha walked towards the front of the house as they hurried up the pathway, and as soon as the door opened she knew something was wrong. Her father James was holding white cloth against the side of his face, crimson liquid escaping the broken flesh of his skin along his temple. Her mother Katrina seemed frantic as she caught site of Sasha standing there a few feet away. "Пойдем, Саша, пора идти!" Her mother said, but before she could take another step, their attention was drawn by the screeching of tires in the driveway. Sasha looked to her parents who were clearly scared of something, which said a lot considering those within Hydras world feared nothing. The young girl became worried as her father moved quickly to her side, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the hall.
"Вы должны спрятаться, вы меня понимаете? Не позволяй дяде найти тебя!" Sashas father said, before stopping down the hall and pushing open a small panel in the wall. Her father shoved her inside but paused as his gaze caught her own. His bloodied hand reached up to press against her face, rough fingers rubbing against her cheek. He wished he had time to explain, time to watch her grow up and help them fight the mistakes they had made. But that time was up, and he knew this was the end for he and his wife. "Дорогой мой Саша. Вы долго спрашивали меня о человеке в танке. У меня нет времени объяснять, но знайте, вы были правы. Мы ошибались. Не забывай, что Саша. Я тебя люблю."
Before Sasha could respond, he slid the panel back into place and hurried back towards her mother. The girl was tempted to follow, but she knew her father would not have put her there if she was not in serious danger. Her thoughts began to overwhelm her. Why had he changed his mind about the man in the tank, the one who always looked so sad when he had to go back inside? Why was he bleeding, and worst of all, what were they so scared of? Before she could get her answers, a loud bang sounded from the front door as it was broken down by several men. Sasha could hear shouting and a moment later her mother screamed.
The young girls breathes became panicked, and she fought every urge not to run to her parents. Sasha managed to slip the panel out ever so slightly so she could see what was going on. Several HYDRA soldiers had filled the hallway, among them brown hues could make out her uncle Vasily Karpov, the man her father warned her about. Why would uncle Vasily want to hurt her father?
"Вы брат-предатель, и за это вы оба погибнете." Vasily said, shoving her father to his knees while another soldier followed suit with his mother. Sasha could barely make out the tears in her mothers eyes as her uncle raised his weapon and pulled the trigger. BANG. A slight shift of his hand. BANG. Sashas hand covered her mouth and she sunk back into the hideaway, pulling the panel back into place. All of her training would come into play now, and survival was her only option. Shouts could be heard as her uncle ordered the soldiers to find her. Sasha knew they wouldn't kill her, she was too young. No, what HYDRA would do would be much worse, and she would likely become much like the man who lived in the tank. Without hesitation, her fight mode kicked in, and she moved down the hidden passgeway, knowing the cramped space would lead to a tunnel that would exit out two miles away from the home.
В этот момент умер Саша Карпов и родилась женщина, известная теперь как Аварен Маккой.
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06/11/2021 11:06 PM
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Your final warning
*Thin fingers pinched the bridge of the agents nose, her stress clearly indicated by her posture as she leaned against the table. A soft sigh was exhaled as the hand was lowered, and chocolate hues gazed back over the data on the hologram screen in front of her. A short motion of her hand swiped away one of the files, and brought up another. The agent had been trapped in a rabbit hole, trying to find and connect the correct infomation, only to be lead to dead ends. Friday was easily able to break down the info on the hard drives, but the puzzle before her was one they had not been able to solve. At her best guess, they were still missing at least two, maybe three hard drives. Hydra bases were becoming harder to find and a longer span of time grew between each retrieval. Avarens focus was interupted when the AIs voice spoke, and she glanced to the security image that had been pulled up.*
"You have a visitor Agent McCoy. Special Agent Andrews from SHIELD HQ."
*Avaren gazed at the monitor, her brows furrowing a bit in concern. An agent from Shield paying her a personal visit at Stark tower? Being the head of field ops, a shield agent was not the strangest visitor she could have, the problem was they never had sought her out like this. Avaren waved a hand across the screen, dismissing the files and security feed.* "Thank you Friday. Let him in please."*She replied, her mind becoming occupied with the thoughts of what this visit could be about. As the agent arrived up to the lab floor, Avaren greeted him at the door, doning a smile on her face despite the caution she held within her.*
"Agent Andrews, this is quite an unexpected surprise. Is everything alright?" *Avaren inquired, watching the man closely. He returned the smile, but there was something off about it, almost sinister. He motioned into the lab towards the holotable and nodded.*
"Yes quite alright. I have some intel for you that I believe needs to be personally handed over."
*Avaren stepped back allowing him in, followed him towards the table and watched him closely as he transfered data from the tablet in his hand to the screen in front of him. Avarens heart sank as images of her daughter and Bucky, along with the safehouse, popped up on the screen. Avarens gaze narrowed and shifted towards the agent, who seemed far to pleased with himself. Something was wrong, and she had a bad feeling she knew what.*
"This is Level Nine clearance, far above you. How did you get this information, and why do you have it." *Avaren asked, trying to keep her cool as she questioned the man for answers.*
"When you have been with Shield as long as you and I have, you learn a lot about how things work, isn't that right Ms. Karpov."
*Avarens blood ran cold, her heart racing as the name slipped of his tongue like poison. It should not surprise the woman that a Hydra soldier within Shield would eventually confront her. They had learned of her existence nearly four months prior, and tried to ambush her and Steve at their home a month later. While unsuccessful in their attempts, Avaren and Steve did learn that Hydra had managed to create a new super soldier. After shattering her wrist, and nearly capturing her before Steve intervened, Avaren put a bullet in the soldiers head and they managed to escape with the help of Aria and Bucky.*
*Now here she stood, facing another one of their soldiers, and thoughts raced through her mind as she tried to find the upper hand. Killing him would be too risky, as he made it clear he knows the location of the safehouse where Aria and Bucky had been staying. As long as the Hydra chip was in Aria's head, she had to lay low and make sure she wasn't found. There was also the possibility of her identity being released. The only people who knew of Avarens true past were Steve, Aria and Bucky. She had planned to tell Tony, but the timing lately hadn't been right. If she killed Andrews now, there was no telling what triggers it would set off, assuming he had set a trap for her.*
"What do you want..." *The woman asked coldly, not even bothering to deny the name he spoke. It was easy to assume any attempt to signal for distress could also put her daughter in danger, so for now she had to play along. The only comfort she had was Friday, knowing full well the AI was always monitoring everything, and the sharp spike in Avarens vitals would have been all the warning she needed to alert Tony. And it was exactly what Friday did, sending a message directly to Tony's phone whom had been out dealing with some personal business. Security breach, Stark Tower Lab. Agent McCoy in distress. The message was also sent to her husband Steve, who was at Shield HQ turning in a mission report for Avaren.
"It's quiet simple. You are the daughter of James Kaprov. More importantly, the neice of Vasily. We will agree to let you go, live your life free from Hydra, if you give us the trigger words for the Winter Soldier."
*Avarens eyes widened and she took a step back, a soft shake of her head accompanying the angered look in her gaze.* "No. He doesn't belong to you anymore. He never did. You will never get your hands on him, or my daughter. So I suggest you give me one damn good reason why I shouldn't kill you where you stand."
"Because if you do," *Andrews motioned to the images of her daughter and Bucky.* "They die. Surely you would do anything to protect your child... both of them..." *He replied with a calm tone, and motioning to her belly. Avaren stared at images for many moments, feeling sick to her stomach at his final comment. How did he know.... it wasn't possible.. Her pregnancy had been kept off the record for this exact reason. Only Steve, and Tony knew of the impossible child growing inside her. The woman took a deep breathe and turned to face the man, making sure to keep her cool as to not give away any indication he was right about the baby.*
"See... here's the thing. If you truly had men near the safehouse, we would have been alerted. You forget, Tony Stark and I are very close. You think I would simply put them up in a Shield safehouse with no other safeguards or protection? You know me better than that Andrews, and I know you certainly don't have the technology to over power Stark tech." *Avaren replied, abrutly making a move to strike the man across the face before aiming a knee towards his groin. He took the strike to the face, but barely seemed phased before blocking the strike from her knee. He threw his own fist towards her, but with speed he swung and her already weary body from the pregnancy, she couldn't avoid it fully, and was clipped against her jaw. He took the very short distraction as an advantage and grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and around the throat with the other. He was strong, like the soldier at the cabin. Panic set in, and she feared he would end it there, but instead of crushing her throat, he lifted her and smashed her down into the glass table, interrupting the hologram showing the images he had taunted her with.*
*A heavy groan of pain slipped from Avarens lips as her body hit the floor. She could feel slivers of pain all over the left side of her body, the shattered glass cutting into her skin as she lie there. An attempt to move was made, only to fall short as the room grew dark and she lost consciousness. The soldier leaned down, smirking at the woman as she blacked out.* "We will get what we want. We always do. This is your final warning Mrs. Karpov." *He said before standing and leaving the lab, leaving her to her injuries and her need to make a decision.*
//This can serve as a starter for Tony Stark, Steve Rogers (Sentinel of Liberty only), or anyone else who would LOGICALLY find themselves at Stark Tower.
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