spark (avengers)

1.7

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1.7: 36 hours
Lorelei pov:
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"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" The old white man asks. "We wil. GSG 9's got the borders coverd. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Bruntte boss man says. "You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's cleat you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this." O.W says as Tony circles/paces around him. "What happens when the shooting starts? What, do you kill Steve Rogers?" Mom asks. "How did you take down Captain America? Ve shot him in se legs because his sheild is the size of a dinnerplate, and he's an idiot." I mumble. "If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math." O.W says staring at B.B. "All due respect, your'e not gonna solve this with boys and bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in." B.B says, and to me it kinda sounds like begging. "How would that end differently than last time?" "Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, gauranteed." "36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson." "Thank you, sir." "Okay, Boomer." I roll my eyes quietly at the old guy. "My left arm is numb. Is that normal?" "Period cramps." I tell him. "You all right?" Mom puts a hand on his shoulder. "Always. And I don't get a period, Sparkles." "Shut up, you big bitch." "But I mean. 36 hours. Jeez." "We're seriously understaffed." "Oh, yeah." "It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?" "You really think he'd be on our side? Lorelei Johannah Romanoff, put that coffee down." "Sorry, mom." I say sarcastcally, but put the coffee down. "No." "I have an idea." "Me, too. Where's yours?" "Downstairs. Where's yours?" The big bitch in charge just smirks at my mom.

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Sorry, but I had to add the vine.

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