Thread: Marvel: Crisis in New York (Zomb-PressHeart)

Oh! What a nice apartment! I mean. Mines just plain out crap. But this is pretty Charming. Not as big but lots of personality. Though, needs more unicorns dont you think? Or, huh! Maybe a uni-lion? How about that. How are you by the way? Truthfully she should have been expecting something, especially after what had happened the night before. Adeline had been planning to move, get out of town, and get back to SHIELD...but apparently she had been too slow. There was no question as to who had just burst through her window, she knew the man well, by reputation only. Smart mouth, kinda nuts...assassin... shit ! The blonde went to move, quickly scooting from where she had been lounging on the bed towards the edge. It wasn't helping the situation, or her awkwardness that she wasn't dressed appropriately for visitors. Having been getting ready for beds she was in her pajamas , or at least what she considered to be comfortable sleep wear. Long blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which was loose and starting to fall to the side of her head. The edge of the bed caught her a bit off guard with her hurried movement, the young girl actually falling off the mattress and hitting the wooden floor with a thud. Green eyes peered up over the bed, watching as the masked man continued his conversation, seemingly with himself? Unless he was telling her to shut up, which didn't seem likely since she hadn't said anything. Keeping her eyes locked on her impromptu visitor her hands started fiddling with the nightstand, hoping that she had something, anything that might help her defend herself. The pistol she usually carried was on the kitchen table, right next to her phone and SHIELD badge. None of it too helpful being so far away. B-But I don't want to! Because your really hot. And I want to do ya... I mean, because I want to make sure I aint killing an innocent. Ya that's it... Because you dont seem like some supervillian. Your not a supervillian right? No ray guns or anything? The words came out just as she went to throw...a romance novel at him? Ugh... brilliant . A long slender arm reeled back with a paperback gripped in her fingers. It wasn't going to do anything, she knew she looked stupid...but she had already fallen off the bed, the bar was already set pretty low. Wait...did you just say do me? Are you twelve? The paperback hit the ground, Adeline dropping it as her eyes narrowed in on the supposed assassin. The second part of his statement intrigued her though, as she certainly wouldn't turn down help. Especially from someone with more successes than failure under his belt. At least from what she had gathered from his file at SHIELD. I'm not a super villain, I'm not even a kind of sub-par average villain. Adeline made it to her feet, moving slowly, not sure what was going to happen as this whole situation was a bit...odd. And if I had a ray gun I wouldn't have threatened you with a book...paper cuts can be brutal though... Now that she was standing she was reminded of her clothing...or lack there of. Clearing her throat she crossed one arm over her chest and let the other one dangle down to try and cover her crotch. It was quickly decided that it wasn't enough cover and she reached for the sheet on the bed, tugging at it and wrapping around her petite frame. If you really want to help, I wouldn't say no...but if you're looking to score the girl in apartment 203 has an excellent rack..and I heard she's easy... If he wasn't going to help her, she might as well distract him. Of course she was leaving out the all important detail that the girl in 203 wasn't 100 female...but that would be something he could learn all on his own. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rogue had been bored all day, to the point where she actually cleaned her room. It wasn't often she stayed behind, and she was starting to remember why that was. Everyone off having a good time, and she was stuck at home doing chores. Of course a good time usually came with a few bumps and bruises in her line of work, and those she didn't miss so much. At least she wasn't alone, although she hadn't seen Jacob all day. It was odd that he would stay behind, especially with everything so unbelievably boring. With a groan she pulled herself up from her bed and made her way downstairs. The lights were on, automatically sensing the setting sun and coming to life. After peeking in a few of the common areas with no sign of life she assumed that he had maybe gone to bed, or wanted to be alone somewhere. Of course as soon as she made it to the kitchen she was able to make out his silhouette out by the pool. For a moment she just watched him, curious as to what he was doing. Seemed to be a personal moment though, and she almost felt a bit strange, spying on him. Pulling a beer from the fridge she popped off the lid, careful to not actually break the neck of the bottle in the process. Super strength had it's downside sometimes. Flicking the cap into the trash she took a deep pull from the amber brew and made her way to the large sliding glass door. Hey shug...enjoying the sunset? The soft southern drawl lifted it's way through the air. It wasn't nearly as thick as it used to be, on account of now being in yankee territory, but it was still there. The sun was no longer visible, just a thin ribbon of pink painting the horizon, the stars already visible. Or are you planning on taking a dip and want some...privacy... Of course she was referring to his attire, if he was going to get into the pool, there would probably be some undressing. With a soft chuckle she made her way outside, the buckles on her boots jingling a bit with every step. It was nice to be in normal clothes, although she still wore her faded leather jacket...as it was almost like a security blanket at this point. Is it wrong that I am itching for some kind of disaster. Nothing big...but I'm getting restless. Makes me wonder why you're here though. I volunteered to be on house watch, you could easily be somewhere else...