Ree Victors (
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nextgenerationmarvel2013-08-12 09:47 pm
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After the War Games (Avengers or related parties)
Ree had the car drive the block around the Avengers Mansion for almost an hour before she instructed her driver to pull over just in front. It had taken her the full measure of the hour to work up her courage and her nerve as well as to understand just how detail-exact everything was from memory. The overlap of memory and reality was probably the most confusing and difficult part. Most difficult if she didn't consider how weak her reason for visiting the Avengers was or just how much she resembled a former one of their own--the Scarlet Witch. The resemblance was why she'd chosen to wear blue and keep her hair pulled tightly back, the severity of her look almost enough to make one guess if she was somehow related to the Atlanteans she represented. Ree did kind of look a little like everyone.
Namor himself had given her her reason for visiting the Avengers and it was his endorsement that let her open the door of the car, step out, and instruct her driver to return in an hour unless otherwise called. That she was genuinely a representative of Trident utterly unrelated to Oracle gave her the nerve to ring the bell. Everything else was pure determination. After all there was no reason for her to be intimidated. She was, in a matter of speaking, home.
Namor himself had given her her reason for visiting the Avengers and it was his endorsement that let her open the door of the car, step out, and instruct her driver to return in an hour unless otherwise called. That she was genuinely a representative of Trident utterly unrelated to Oracle gave her the nerve to ring the bell. Everything else was pure determination. After all there was no reason for her to be intimidated. She was, in a matter of speaking, home.
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"You rang," he said in his deepest, rumbly voice as he opened the door. He squinted down at the woman standing there. She looked familiar somehow.
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As the green teen squinted down at her Ree wide-eyed looked up at him. She had to remind herself not to panic, for a few reasons.
"I did. Good afternoon. I'm Ree Victors. I'm with Trident. I called earlier and spoke with Jarvis."
She smiled.
"I like your shade of green."
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"Jarvis is busy making a lunch, but c'mon in." He shuffled his eight-foot frame out of the way from blocking the door. He glanced down at his massive hand holding the tiny doorknob. "I call it the Kermit shade. Mom calls it hereditary."
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"Is he making pizza pasta?" She asked eagerly, then corrected. "I've heard his pizza pasta is legend." Ree walked a bit ahead of him and then waited for Jay to lead. Patience.
"Kermit's a fairly great frog, though, so a color comparable to his is definitely stylish. I believe it's an accent shade to Pantone's Color of the Year this year."
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He pointed to himself. More accurately to his belly.
"I could share. If you're friend and not trying to steal his recipe..."
He started to lead her toward the kitchen. "You lost me at stylish and accent."
He did get in trouble for wearing purple shorts with his green skin, after all.
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"I'm most assuredly not trying to steal his recipe. Some things should remain secret and this is his." She walked along towards the kitchen.
"You're the color of green that's cool right now," she clarified a bit. "Suitable for wearing with anything at least until the people who think they control fashion change their minds next year."
Ree headed towards and then into the kitchen almost as though she didn't need a guide. Might have been her self-assurance.
"It seems a bit quiet here today. I guess I imagined this place was always busy."
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"Hmm. Fashion. Not my thing." It was also hard to be fashionable at eight foot tall and half as wide.
He did squint a bit at the familiarity with the path. "I think people are out doing their thing or hiding from me. Hey, Jarvis, we have a Trident-ially Ree Victors here to see you."
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Jarvis had an apron on and was putting the last tray of pizza pasta up on the last bit of space on the counter. If there was a serene way to blink, Jarvis had mastered it.
"Thank you, Mr. Wingfoot. Your lunch is ready." He untied his apron and took it off before approaching the visitor. "Ms. Victors."
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Jay waved a hand at Ree to get her attention and then pointed at the plate for her. Then he went over to the small table to eat. He pulled a chair way out...
... and sat on the floor. He was not getting billed from one of those not reinforced chairs.
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"It never does stick around once I make it. More so with ravenous teenagers around. Now, what can we do for you today?"
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"I am here to bring you the official information regarding the close of this year's Atlantean War Games so that Avengers are aware and don't mistake the after-party for an invasion. It can be a rowdy party."
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He glanced over the young Hulk and young lady seated at or near the table. They seemed comfortable enough. He turned to head out the kitchen to make sure the Avengers proper were notified about the Atlantean celebrations.
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"You remind me of someone, but I can't think of who." He shrugged and dug back into his food. "You been to the mansion before?"
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"I might just have one of those faces. I can't say that I've been here before. Not exactly."
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He also tried not to sound too familiar with those people but failed in that department.
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"I've seen realistic-looking Baxter Building models made out of mashed potatoes. I've never figured how the gravy worked in there. I think they carved a lima bean to have Mom sunning on the top of it."
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"I'll have to take your word on it," he said slowly. She didn't look the crafty sort. No random glitter or glue anywhere. Crazy eyes. Smell of yarn.
"Pizza pasta hitting the spot?"
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He scraped around the tray to get the last bit of pizza pasta on it. He would be needing another tray soon.
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"Yes. Just not in this world."
Jay reminded her so much of, well, Jay and if he were trustworthy back home... Ree decided to take a chance.
"I was an Avenger in my own reality, Marija Von Doom, Silver Witch. I'm not here to disrupt things. I just have to intercept a dimension-hopper and save two worlds. Then I can go home."
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"Bzuh?" He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Wait a sec."
He blinked again. Yep. She was still there. Nope. This wasn't gamma radiated psychosis. "That... explains how you look familiar yet not."
He took a moment to boggle at Iron Pants Von Doom hooking up with the Scarlet Witch.
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"Yep." She smiled slightly. "Crazy, I know."
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His brow furrowed as he considered the implications. "So, since you didn't come to the door saying you needed Ben Kenobi, the intercepting is supposed to be done on the down low?"
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"But best not mention being a kid of Dr. Doom. The last one we had around is not welcome until he gets his ego in check and learns the fundamentals of trying not to kill his teammates through incompetence." Big green had less inhibitions on his mouth than he normally did. He would reveal his mother's secret recipe for chocolate chip charcoal is asked. He did take a step or two to switch out a tray for one heaped with pizza pasta.
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"It's a little unsettling for me that there is a Dr. Doom child in this world that is so incompetent that he nearly kills teammates. Are you sure this person is a Doom?"
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"I don't think the bad Doctor has any biological kids in this dimension. Or if he does, I was sleeping during that tidbit of info being passed around."
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"... DoomBunny? With sharp, pointy teeth?"
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