6 Months Later: the Avengers

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[lil_hulk]

Jay had been laying low since the Avengers became personas non grata. Well, relatively. He couldn't easily get in touch with Bruce, but Jay's mom pulled a few strings. Jay occasionally helped the Imaginauts, but most muscle requirements were covered by Jacob.

He continued going to college, but it was finals week. Despite the fact he should be studying, he slung his backpack over one shoulder and walked out of his mom's apartment.

Time to track down a sombrero, maybe.

[comic_awareness]

Bruce had taken the dissolution of the Avengers hard. He felt like he'd let them all down, like he'd let Uncle Steve down, that he'd let the name he was trying to hard to live up to, down.

They were too dangerous, they said. They attracted too many powerful enemies, they said. And as much as they had advocated for themselves, for all the voices that had risen up in support, a dozen more shouted them down.

Almost as soon as the ink was dry on the order to disband, SWORD had approached him with an offer.

Now, he was living up on one of their space stations, acting as a first response against extraterrestrial excursions. Along with the occasional super-villain.

It felt like he was doing something, at least. Plus, it gave him time to work on his art.

He hadn't seen Sara face to face in a while, but he did keep in touch. Usually by text. Cell signals didn't exactly work real well from space.

Saw the X-Men in the news today. Glad to hear things are going well.

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira, when the Avengers fell, had managed to stay out of the backlash, not being an official member on the books. Though she had left NYC, jumping over to Jersey. She and her bike did what they could to stay in touch with everyone, and the bar she sang at didn't care she was associated with them, no one else could fill the tables like she could on themed nights. Wigs are her friend while she waits for Vincent to return from his trip over seas.

While her boss doesn't care who she is, she's started dying her hair and wearing contacts, changing her eyes to brown. Hair of the week? Jet black with purple streaks. The guys at the garage think it's a great change, she's thinking red hair in a few weeks.

Today though? Is the first time in three months she's pulled the bike out. Currently she's headed west, debating heading through PA, or shooting south, all she knows is the city feels too stuffy. Maybe, it's actually time to go back home to California for a bit. Not that there's anything there for an ex-hero in training with a cyberpunk to an alien bike.

[the4thblackknight]

Knights do not mope. It's in the code. Or handbook. Or something.

They do, however, retreat to tiny apartments on the edge of the city and drown their sorrows in pints of Ben & Jerry's. The balcony was large enough for Aether to come and go without fuss, although he did fuss. Marcus wasn't in the flying or heroing mood lately and his noble steed had some very pointed thoughts on that. Marcus ignored them.

Today, he was camped out on the balcony in a reclining deck chair... a pint of Peanut Butter Cookie Core ice cream in one hand and a crossword puzzle book in the other. The beard he sported was rapidly leaving 'man pain' and approaching 'homeless', but hey, at least he showered!