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heroic_jawline) wrote2022-09-30 10:08 am
heroic_jawline) wrote2022-09-30 10:08 am
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Avengers HQ, Friday morning, Upstate New York [NFB]
To call the Macau mission a shitshow was probably an insult to shitshows.
The Avengers had been chasing hints of HYDRA trying to get its hands on chemical and biological weapons for months now, and the rumor of a warehouse in Macau had been the first solid, actionable lead they'd had on it. Tony'd begged off coming because of a test he had for some kind of interactive virtual reality program--binarily augmented something something--and so Steve had led the rest of the team into a trap.
The trap they'd anticipated. The HYDRA base being five sublevels under a fireworks factory, though, had made for a two day long fire when HYDRA had blown the facility up.
And the Chinese government had yelled--publicly, loudly, pointedly--through all of it: about American invasion under the guise of Avenger intervention, about overreach, about the lack of solid evidence of HYDRA even being involved. Steve had sat through five briefings, seven press conferences, and three "call Captain America, personally, a tool of American propaganda to his face" meetings.
He was finally, finally back somewhere he could change out of his uniform, take a shower, and read any messages that hadn't been sent by Maria Hill on his phone.
That was when he realized it was now Friday and he'd missed his appointment with Peggy.
"Shit," he said with feeling, tossing his shield into the corner of the room and listening to it clang.
[OOC: Establishy!]
The Avengers had been chasing hints of HYDRA trying to get its hands on chemical and biological weapons for months now, and the rumor of a warehouse in Macau had been the first solid, actionable lead they'd had on it. Tony'd begged off coming because of a test he had for some kind of interactive virtual reality program--binarily augmented something something--and so Steve had led the rest of the team into a trap.
The trap they'd anticipated. The HYDRA base being five sublevels under a fireworks factory, though, had made for a two day long fire when HYDRA had blown the facility up.
And the Chinese government had yelled--publicly, loudly, pointedly--through all of it: about American invasion under the guise of Avenger intervention, about overreach, about the lack of solid evidence of HYDRA even being involved. Steve had sat through five briefings, seven press conferences, and three "call Captain America, personally, a tool of American propaganda to his face" meetings.
He was finally, finally back somewhere he could change out of his uniform, take a shower, and read any messages that hadn't been sent by Maria Hill on his phone.
That was when he realized it was now Friday and he'd missed his appointment with Peggy.
"Shit," he said with feeling, tossing his shield into the corner of the room and listening to it clang.
[OOC: Establishy!]