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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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"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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