Thread: Shining Life(Marvel) Lady/Fox

Grant was exhausted. he hadn't used such power in over thirty thirty two years. thirty two years, nine months and ten days to be exact. he took a moment to lean over, hands on his knees to get in deep even breaths while he waited for the electronic mind of whatever was running this place to announce his presence. he had been very, very careful not to appear directly in front of them, he didn't want to die after all. he had simply set the parameters and allowed the Magic to take him to where he needed to be. somewhere fortified, for the Avengers comfort. a small room with no windows and only one door, which he made no move at all to go over to. Magic was a funny thing, it could be your best friend or your worst enemy, as long as you respected it, it was happy to do anything you wanted it to. disrespect it, and it would make your life living hell. Magic was a fickle thing, and he was glad he had maintained his worship of it, and His Lady. once he had his breath back he settled on his knees, put his hands on his head, and waited. Steve was not a very happy camper. he had moved into the Tower only because D.C. wasn't all that safe anymore and his apartment had exploded and Sam, the traitor, had insisted that Steve needed to experience modern life and stop hiding. something about socializing and getting to know people came up and something about getting better at Technology. honestly. Steve was pretty sure Sam just wanted to move in with the Avengers because Tony had, admittedly, cool toys. Steve was having a bad day in the first place. he'd dreamed of Bucky again last night, woken in a cold sweat that had left him trembling for hours, as the dream of Bucky had twisted into the nightmare memory of being frozen solid. no, he wasn't having a good day and was intent on staying hidden in his room until Dinner. he hated himself, sometimes, for insisting that they all do their best to have Dinner together. he hated them too for agreeing that it was a good, and even fun idea. He was laying in bed, sketching on a picture of Peggy, another face of his nightmares though one that didn't hurt as bad as Bucky did. he sat up as soon as Jarvis informed him, and most likely tony, that a stranger had appeared in the containment room that was supposed to be for detaining super-villains, would be robbers and the occasional Shield Agent or Assistant or Worker that got on their nerves. sometimes they even locked each other in there just for shits and giggles. mostly to see if they could get away with it. he grabbed his hand gun and his shield and headed for the room, glancing at Tony and waiting for Jarvis to give the Okay. The Man inside appears to be unarmed. he has assumed a submissive 'i give up' posture Captain. Jarvis informed them. i believe it is safe enough to enter with caution. You ready then Stark? Steve asked, well aware the other Avengers, even Sam, was waiting around the corners in case something happened. Clint, he suspected, was probably even waiting in the vents, watching the man from inside the room itself. he snapped open the door and leveled the gun at Grant Ward, aware Jarvis was probably already running background checks and such, and blinked when Grant offered them a sheepish, shy, yet cocky smile. Parlay? the hell was Parlay!?