WHEN TONY STARK DIED, THE AVENGERS DIED WITH HIM.
The world's mightiest heroes are now gone, but their enemies aren't. If anything, they've multiplied, stronger and smarter. It's...
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"I'M THE KEEFSTER! I CAN DO ANYTHING!" The young mutant said with a confident smile. Florence disagreed though since he had spent the last five minutes hopping around the gym, screaming insults to the punching bag he tried to kick...almost breaking his leg in the process.
"Apparently though, you can't throw a kick." Peter mocked. Florence glared at him, across the last week, he'd been immature, rude at times, and also rather idiotic (running across the road when it was a red light was a bad idea, even with superspeed). But he still seemed like a nice guy to her. Something about him seemed endearing and familiar. Robin smacked his shoulder, which seemed to be a regular occurrence.
"Yeah, and you can't even run across the room without super speeding like a showoff-"
"BARTON!" Mist shouted, Robin jumped, and then flushed, somehow, her arrow ended up where Mist's head was just seconds before, the blonde's ice-blue eyes wide. Robin started apologizing fervently while Keefe once more attempted a kick.
Florence sighed as Keefe yelped again. "Come on, let me show you." She positioned his arms closer to his chest, like a boxer, before ordering him to kick it. Once more he yelped. "Ball of the foot Keefe."
The third time, he managed not to yelp, and he flashed Florence a thumbs up. "Thanks, old lady." He said with a grin and kept kicking the bag. Peter snorted, and Robin once more was so distracted that Elizabeth went over, sighing before they started talking about some archery things Florence didn't understand.
"Rogers, white looks good on you," Peter said with a smirk, she gave him a withering look and rolled her eyes as her cheeks heated up.
"I wish she could say the same for you, but you only look good when you shut up," Robin commented, giving him a triumphant look. Florence looked down, busily fanning herself while watching Giselle and Brooklyn.
Somehow, those two had united, Giselle seemed to have a talent for relating to people, whether HYDRA experiments, S.H.I.E.L.D who've lost the person they've loved the most, and hyperactive seven-year-olds who wanted to see their older half-brother dance with their boyfriend. But Brooklyn and she seemed to mutually fangirl over each other, and Keefe showed little interest in that.
"Robin," Florence warned. "You're going to shoot Elizabeth again."
Suddenly Mist's eyes turned up to 'arctic winter,' piercing through her, ripping her to little shreds, telling Florence she was worthless. A glare would have been an understatement of what she gave Florence.
But the young woman took it, with a sigh. When Hill warned her about Elizabeth's hate for most members of Team Captain America (with Clint Barton as an exception, and Sam Wilson as neutral) she forgot to add that she despised everything to do with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
Which therefore meant Florence.
"HAZEL!" Max yelped, the Bulgarian was snickering as Max jumped round and round, dousing the flames off his hoodie. "DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY! SHE'S A GREAT CHARACTER-"
