Nexus and Logan's 'verse. Outside the Brownstone and Various Locations. Saving a Life

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Damson: *hunkered by a puddle in front of their home stoop, is across from Legacy as both girls watch pictures swirl around in the water. Wearing a tiny crochet dress and hat today that're the same colour as Legacy's shoes*

Legacy: *still a bit tired from the ball, is also quietly content as she and Damson puddle watch* *has on a dark green wool calf length hooded dress decorated with purple and gold embroidery that she herself did, and a matching pair of crochet shoes*

Damson: *absently fiddles with the little elastic bead ring that she's wearing around her waist, then fiddles with one of the loops that make up her skirt. Shares an image with Legacy of wondering when Amy will come to help Aoife get ready for her date*

Legacy: She should be by soon... *hasn't the foggiest idea when Amy will be by, but is pretty sure it won't be much longer*

Damson: *pokes at her belt again, and then looks up and compliments Legacy on her own sparklies*

Legacy: *bit of a blush* Some of them were coming of age gifts... *absently reaches to fiddle with one of the bangles she received, the bells dangling from her ears chiming softly as she moves*

Damson: *shares the image of a smiley face, and then perks and makes a surprise mark as she spots Thor in their puddle* *excited pointing*

Legacy: *snerks when she sees Thor*

Damson: *watches the blond Asgardian, who is hunkered on the edge of a rooftop, his face bright and alight with interest as he converses with a reddish black Schattenfeen woman with long hair the colour of fresh minted gold* *image of a giggle*

Legacy: *so amused* I think he made a friend.

Damson: *nod nod! Then startles and quail chicks before looking up toward the soft scent of cigar smoke that is now coming from behind Legacy*

Legacy: *quick glance over her shoulder*

Logan: *quirks a grin as Beauty scolds softly* Hey, kid. Have fun last night?

Legacy: *smiles* Yeah. Even with Lumen arguing with his shoes half the night.

Logan: *snerks and hunkers to join the girls in puddle watching* How'd that go?

Damson: *watches Logan and Beauty for a moment, and then hugs her knees and watches Thor some more*

Legacy: He behaved and kept his shoes on the entire time we were there. *so amused*

Logan: Step on yer feet? *sputters smoke as the Schattenfeen woman picks up Thor's hammer to look at it and the blond nearly falls off the rooftop in shock*

Legacy: No, surprisingly. I think he might've gotten lessons beforehand... *soft snerk as she notices Thor's expression* Good thing Tony didn't see that. He'd never let the poor guy live it down.

Logan: *snort* Pepper's caused the same look on his hairy mug. *laughter as Thor very visibly offers to arm wrestle his friend*

Damson: *hugging herself with silent giggles*

Legacy: *chuckles* True... True... And I've seen it on other guys' faces too... Like the time Den showed up in a knee-length dress... Drill Boy's jaw was almost on the floor.

Logan: *snerks, but then pauses and looks elsewhere at the same time as Legacy will sense a touch of Charlie's presence*

Damson: *looks up, and then flutters over to sit on Legacy's shoulder*

Legacy: *blink blink* Is something up, Charlie?

Charlie: -I've got a job for Logan.- *lets just a trace of grim seriousness leak to the empathic teen*

Logan: *scowling now as she listens*

Legacy: *bites her lower lip and nods*

Logan: I ain't goin' unless Legacy comes along. You know I got too much baggage in that reality, Chuck.

Damson: *image of a light haired man laying in what's obviously an infirmary, hooked to life support and with a flat lined brain wave monitor beside him. Also beside him is the dark haired teenager named Elsie*

Legacy: *hand to mouth*

Charlie: -Legacy? We need this done. Will you go?-

Logan: *shadows in her eyes as she watches Legacy*

Legacy: *small nod*

Logan: *gruffly* You sure?

Legacy: I'm sure. Elsie needs someone there who isn't older than her...

Logan: *sharp look* Who?

Legacy: Fury's kid. He basically adopted her.

Logan: *stares, and then succumbs to a snorting sniggerfit*

Legacy: Also? Thor's a smarmy git. *getting her PINpoint out*

Logan: What brought that on? And when were you there? *catches a little vial as it appears next to her in the air, and then carefully puts it into her breast pocket beside her spare cigar. Extinguishes the cigar she was smoking and puts it too into the pocket*

Beauty: *scoldy scold!*

Legacy: *slight shrug* Just thought you should know... I went there to check on the local Optimus... *slight tip of her head as she tries to remember when that was* A few weeks ago, I think...

Logan: *stops short* Local Optimus?

Legacy: *nods* He trashed Megatron, and landed on Earth.

Logan: And? *hand up to hold Beauty's mouth shut as she watches Legacy and waits for her answer*

Legacy: He was recovering the last time I saw him... Elita's there with him too.

Logan: He's got her. That's good. *frowns as she thinks of the sadness that still touches her own husband over his lost first love* *growls softly and shakes her head* Let's git goin'.

Legacy: Your PINpoint or mine?

Logan: Whatever.

Legacy: *already has hers out* Coordinates, Charlie?

Charlie: -Same as last time. Captain Rogers is on the helicarrier.-

Legacy: Alright. *hand on Logan's shoulder, will bring the older woman to the helicarrier*

helicarrier bridge: *full of activity as always. But Optimus' corner is empty, and there is no sign of the scarred captain of the vessel. There is only a tiny boychild with big brown eyes, white blond hair, and prehensile feet and tail perched on a railing near to where Legacy and her friends have appeared*

boy: *doesn't notice the cloaked visitors. He's staring out through the front windows as one little hand absently fingers one of his small, webbed wings*

Legacy: *quick glance around, assessing the situation before she'll drop the cloak*

Logan: *just casing the place warily, and then watching the little boy for a moment*

Elsie: *is a flash of angry and frightened determination from several floors up and some distance away in the bowels of the ship*

Legacy: *quietly, to Logan* I'll go check on Elsie.

Logan: I gotta find Rogers. He needs this stuff. But it's ben awhile since I was here, and I never left the deck the one time I did come.

boy: *has noticed the whispering and is looking toward it curiously*

Legacy: *small nod, looks around again. Has been practicing trying to locate people by their feelings, and is pretty good at finding people she knows. Time to see if she can find someone she's never met*

Damson: *shares the image of the sick man again, and Elsie standing by his bed*

Legacy: *blink. Blink* *quietly* We're going to the same place then... I have no idea how to get there though.

boy: *speaks up with the assurance often possessed by small children* Where are you going?

guy: *glances at him quizzically in passing, but doesn't stop*

Logan: *surprised that the kid heard them and responded. Makes a very very soft growl to express that surprise*

Legacy: *reassuring patpat for Logan* *quietly, to the boy* We need to go see Elsie and Captain Rogers.

boy: *drops his voice to a whisper to match the one he hears* Why? Who are you? I'm Tatum.

Legacy: *small smile, even though she knows Tatum can't see her* My name is Legacy.

Tatum: *perks* Guys! Legacy's here!

Hill: *hurries toward him* Where is she? Hello? *stiffens with surprise as she hears a very soft growl*

Legacy: *Look for Logan, will drop the cloak*

Hill: *startles, and then sighs* Please come with me. *glance to Logan* You too.

Tatum: *scoots along the railing, and then goes up a wall to watch the three women, his eyes wide with curiosity and concern and his wings slightly flared*

Logan: Lead the way, bub.

Legacy: *nod of agreement, and an offer of a hug for Tatum*

Hill: *apologetic even as she heads for the door* He won't come down. Only General Fury and Elita One have been allowed to touch him yet.

Logan: *glances up at the little boy, the shadows once more in her eyes as she analyzes his scent and what she can see of him* *shortly* Don't blame 'im.

Legacy: Oh... *small nod. Just did what seemed to be the right thing to do in the situation*

Tatum: *slight small smile and a shy wave as she passes through the door*

Legacy: *waves back as she passes through the door*

Hill: *pauses once they're out of sight of the bridge, and turns back* Do you still have the teleporter? It'll be faster if we go that way, and Elsie's been insisting that we have to have you guys there before anyone pulls the plug on... *startles as Logan growls loudly*

Logan: Unplug 'im? What kinda dumbaft unplugs a guy infected with the Zombie Virus? That's how ya wake it up!

Hill: *stares* ...Zombie... Virus?

Legacy: 0_0 I need coordinates.

Hill: *recites them*

Logan: *gone*

Hill: *startles and looks at Legacy*

Legacy: *programs her PINpoint, hand on the woman's shoulder, brings her to the coordinates*

Logan: *sharply barking orders at a harried looking doctor as the man prepares a needle with which to inject the contents of her vial into Steve Roger's IV line*

Elsie: *just hit Legacy broadside and is now hugging her and shaking slightly*

Legacy: *so much hug for Elsie*

Elsie: *deep and shaky breaths as she cries* I knew that if they pulled the plug something awful would happen to Captain America. I was so #$@%&$#@ scared you wouldn't get here in time.

Legacy: *gently* We did though, and that's all that matters. *back rub*

Elsie: Yeah. *gasps and shakes, feeling like she's going to fall down with the after effect of fighting off so much fear and worry*

Legacy: *soothing sounds, does her best to project calm*

door: *gets busted open just then, and Nick Fury is standing in the entrance with Thor and Tony Stark behind him*

Fury: What in samhill's... *stops dead* Logan?

Legacy: *startles and fights the urge to quail chick*

Logan: *growls and hunches her shoulders as she turns her back to him*

Tony: *concern changes to confusion, and then to amusement despite concern* I knew you weren't dead.

Logan: Blow it outcher ear, Stark.

Tony: I told you she loved me, Thor.

Thor: *speak to the shoulder, Tony. He's going to check on the Captain*

doctor: No change yet.

Logan: O' course not. Give it time ta work.

Legacy: *deep breaths, more hug for Elsie*

Thor: *quietly* If I had paid more heed, this would not have happened.

Tony: *rolls eyes* Trust me, it would have. Bad guys are like that. So... what's this called again? *looks at Legacy, since she's nearest*

Legacy: *blink* ... Which 'this'?

Tony: *raises one hand in a descriptive manner* That was going to turn Cap into something awful.

Legacy: The Zombie Virus... It's serious bad news... It slowly shuts down the brain of its victims, and then takes over the nervous system that remains... Turning them into shambling, mindless brutes. But it can't take over till the brain and nervous system are no longer receiving oxygen.

Tony: *stares at her thoughtfully, and then squinches up and shudders* Euch.

Legacy: *nod* Yeah. Which is why it'd be a bad idea to unplug anyone infected with it.

Tony: *shudder. Shudder* I'm going to be in the mess trying to turn boring drinks into alcohol. *walks off*

Thor: *quiet concern on his face as he smooths Captain Rogers' hair away from his forehead*

Legacy: *gently* Give it time. He'll be alright.

Thor: *glances at her* How much time? And will he recover fully?

Logan: It's gonna be a long haul. And yeah, maybe. He's got the Super Soldier stuff ta help 'im out.

Thor: *bites his lip and closes his eyes as he shakes his head. Feels still that this is his fault*

Legacy: *firmly* It wasn't your fault. Some bad guys can be real $#%$%$#%$. *now where did she learn that word?*

Thor: *gives her a faintly shocked look*

Elsie: *giggles despite herself* You just swore in Norwegian.

Legacy: ... Where the heck did Den learn Norwegian?! She's not even from that area of the world!

Logan: Blame the Nexus. *giving Nick Fury the talk to the hand as she watches Steve Rogers' face* Thor, go talk ta yer girlfriend.

Elsie: What??? *head up as she stares from Logan to Thor*

Legacy: ... *soft giggle* Thor needs cuddles.

Thor: *baffled look for Logan and the teens*

Logan: That blonde with the golden wings. Go talk ta 'er and stop hoverin' like some kinda mother hen on steroids.

Thor: *scowl* Thou hast not changed, Logan.

Logan: Have too. Git.

Legacy: *muffling her giggles now, kthx*

Thor: She is not...

Fury: Thor, get the #$&@#$& outta here. Now.

Thor: *angry growl that doesn't hide his concern for his friend, but then turns and leaves the room*

Fury: Since when... Never mind. I don't wanna know.

doctor: *checking Captain Rogers' vitals*

Legacy: *silently praying, even as she works on getting her gigglefit under control*

Fury: Any change?

doctor: *dazed nod* Yes. The neurons in his brain are starting to fire again. It's weak, but it seems to be getting stronger.

Logan: If you dumb #$*&@$&s weren't so #$@&$*#headed about talkin' ta Beast Cap never would'a got this bad.

Legacy: ... *raised brow*

Fury: *turns his scowl toward Logan* McCoy's handled this virus?

Logan: He made that vaccine.

Fury: *facepalm and mutter*

Legacy: *rolls her eyes a bit and focuses on hugging Elsie*

Fury: We don't exclude mutants. You were on the team before you left.

Logan: *just snorts at him*

Fury: Where the #$%&@#$ have you been, Wolverine?

Damson: *shows Legacy a picture of Roadblock* *is saying that the Director just rhymed like that guy*

Legacy: *very soft snerk at the picture*

Logan: *cuts Fury a glower* Fairyland.

Fury: *growls*

Legacy: *knows she's probably going to get a Look and a glare for this, but it'd be worth it* Now, children, settle down...

Logan and Fury: *both give very big glowers*

Elsie: *Stink Eye*

Fury: Don't you give me that, kid.

Legacy: *Look*

Logan: *... snerk*

doctor: Go fight somewhere else. Captain Rogers needs quiet. *shooing motion*

Legacy: *very slight headtilt*

Fury: Logan, I want to talk to you in my office.

Logan: *to Legacy* C'mon, kid.

Fury: *glare* Alone.

Logan: Ain't happnin'.

Legacy: *very slight shoulder shrug* Sorry, sir...

Fury: I just want... *curses as Logan vanishes, then looks at Legacy and Elsie and strides over to put an arm around Elsie* You need to sleep.

Elsie: I can't. *shudders even as she grips his coat* Not yet.

Fury: *presses his lips together, but then looks at Legacy* You going to run off too?

Legacy: Not while Elsie needs me here.

Fury: Alright. *glances at Captain Rogers, but then leads the girls to his office*

Legacy: *doing her best to support Elsie and to project calm. Knows Dr. McCoy knows his stuff*

Elsie: *wants to be cool and not cling, but can't help herself right now* *quietly* I think I'm going to go somewhere soon.

Fury: *sharp look* Any idea where?

Elsie: *shakes her head and scowls*

Legacy: I still have my PINpoint. *meaning she can bring Elsie right back here*

Fury: *glances at Legacy* Good... *not sure what she's saying*

Legacy: *won't leave Elsie's side* I'll be able to bring her right back here.

Fury: *shakes his head with slight, grim amusement* She can bring herself.

Elsie: *bit dazed looking* Yeah, I can. *but she's glad Legacy is here. It's nice to have a friend*

Legacy: It's always good to have a back-up plan. *more hug for Elsie*

Fury: *gets them to the office and then settles on the small couch in the corner because Elsie won't let go of him*

Elsie: *rubs her eyes with her free hand, feeling exhausted from her vigil beside Captain America's bed and the stress of fending off the doctor's intention of unplugging him*

Legacy: *gentle back rub, soothing sounds*

Fury: *gruffly* Get some sleep, kid.

Elsie: *frowns rebelliously*

Legacy: You need the rest.

Fury: I'm right here. If you go someplace I'll come too. Now sleep.

Elsie: *mutter* Whatever. *closes her eyes and is soon sleeping deeply, her feelings peaceful and relieved*

Legacy: *will gently smooth Elsie's hair* *quietly, to Fury* How are Optimus and Elita?

Fury: *shrugs, though his dark mood lightens a bit with amusement* He's getting stronger. Slowly.

Legacy: *soft chuckle* Good.

Fury: Elita's taken the kids under her wing. *glances toward the door, absently wondering what Tatum's up to. Then recalls Logan's abrupt departure and scowls inwardly*

Legacy: I can talk to Logan, if you'd like...

Fury: *slightly narrow-eyed look that's backed by ire and amusement* Stay outta my head, kid.

Legacy: *sweetly* I'm an empath, not a telepath.

Fury: Same difference. *frowns at Elsie as she snerks in her sleep*

Legacy: *rolls her eyes* Whatever. *very soft chuckle*

Fury: *frowns* She staying where you are?

Legacy: No... She's got her own place...

Fury: *quizzical look as he continues to frown and wonders just where the @$&#$&@ Logan's gone exactly. He's relieved to know that the little Canadian isn't dead, but also angry at her for disappearing without a trace and then for refusing to talk to him just now*

Legacy: *quieter, hoping Fury won't yell* She's also married...

Fury: *actually shows his surprise at that* 0.0

Legacy: *will get her phone out and search for a picture of Logan and Optimus* Her husband's a big suck, too...

Fury: What's his name? *and now the frown's become a scowl*

Legacy: *as she finds the picture she's looking for, the one that shows Optimus with Logan elbowing him in the gut* Optimus Prime. *offers her phone*

Fury: What... *gives her his 'grumpy man is not amused' scowl*

Legacy: There's more than one reality... And no two ever go exactly the same.

Fury: *frowns, but then his face clears as he remembers hearing about those two kids that showed up at different times and wound up with the X-men* Right.

Legacy: *very slight quirk of a grin* For example, in one reality, Karen Bates is campaigning to get equal rights for X-Positive citizens, and in this one, she's a computer tech here on the helicarrier... *saw the blonde working away at a station on her first visit*

Fury: *pause* Karen Bates? *knows the woman, but is wondering why Legacy singled her out for an example*

Legacy: *nod* In the reality I came from, she was my mom.

Fury: *slight frown* She's a mutant?

Legacy: *headshake* It's likely she carries the gene, though.

Fury: Huh. *looks at the picture again and scowls, thinking that it doesn't seem like Logan to be marrying a big metal guy, and wondering what happened to that blue guy that had had his eye on her*

Legacy: *quieter* It's because of Logan and her husband that I met my guardian.

Fury: What do you mean? *always get as much information as possible*

Legacy: *will begin recounting the beginning of the most recent chapter of her story* I'd just found my way into the Nexus, after a really cold night on the streets... *yes, Fury, this is a former street brat you're talking to* Logan made sure I got something to eat, and she and her husband made sure I got to Aoife's safely.

Fury: Aoife's? *brow over his good eye quirks upward*

Legacy: *nod* Aoife is my guardian now.

Fury: And your mother?

Legacy: *nod* I've got two mothers. The one who raised me in my reality of origin until we had to part ways, and Aoife.

Fury: Does Karen know where you are? *frown is back*

Legacy: *nods* Yeah. She visits when she's able to.

Fury: *relaxes slightly* And your father?

Legacy: *very slight smirk that has a hint of dirty rotten stinker mixed in* He knows. The Seelie court made sure of that the other night.

Fury: *frown* I don't understand.

Legacy: *deep breath, will begin explaining about the sort of person the man who gave her her last name is, and the circumstances that led to her being out on the street* *will also recount the ball, and how Mr. Bates was treated*

Fury: *blinking slightly when she's done. Remembers old stories he heard as a kid* ...So you're a changeling?

Legacy: No. I'm still human. I'm just the daughter of someone the Seelie court respects.

Fury: *both brows up* What did she do to make a bunch of crazy #$&@&$@# fairies respect her?

Legacy: She's a Guardian Fae Changeling, and a good person.

Fury: I never heard about them respecting 'good'. *frown deepens a bit* And I've never heard about that other.

Legacy: *will explain what she knows about Guardian Fae Changelings*

Fury: *eye narrows slightly*

Legacy: *will also explain what she knows about Elsie* She's got Guardian Fae Changeling DNA in her, thanks to her parents' experimenting and making a Changeling without permission... She'll never be fully Fae, or fully human, though...

Fury: *deep scowl as he looks at the dark-haired teen. Figures he knows now why her abilities are so iffy, and why they seem to control her more than she controls them* Great.

Legacy: Her parents were tried and convicted, at least...

Fury: By who? I've never been able to track them. *and he's pretty miffed about that, too*

Legacy: *very slight shrug* I just know someone who was at the trial...

Fury: *scowl* Was it here?

Legacy: If it involved Guardian Fae, probably not...

Fury: *doesn't look too impressed with that*

Elsie: *rubs her eyes and sits up* Time to go.

Fury: *catches hold of her arm*

Legacy: *hand on Elsie's shoulder*

Elsie: *there's a blurring, and then a pop that's felt more than heard, and they're standing in the living room of a very fancy apartment* *quietly* They know about Tatum's past here.

Fury: *gun out from under his trench coat* Alright, you two. Go be teenagers somewhere else.

Legacy: *biting her lower lip and checking for hostiles or anyone else in the apartment*

someone: *is there. Doesn't know anyone else has arrived*

Elsie: *hand on Legacy's shoulder* *softly* Let's go.

Legacy: *small nod* *quietly, to Fury* There's someone here, but they don't know they're not alone...

Fury: *implacable purpose* They will just as soon as you two get your #$&#@s out of here.

Legacy: *small nod* Be careful.

Fury: *mild stink eye*

Elsie: Legacy, can we go now? I can't teleport us till you want to go.

Legacy: *nods* *quietly* Let's go.

Elsie: *takes them away, to a quiet side street that she saw a picture of once in New York City* *looks around* Where do you want to go?

Damson: *image of Thor!*

Legacy: *very soft snerk at the image of Thor* I am kind of curious about something... Thor was talking to a Schattenfee lady at one point...

Elsie: *curiosity* What's Schattenfee?

Damson: *image of big chest, image of tail, image of honking HUGE wings*

Elsie: *startled as she catches those images, and then confused and quizzical* What the #$%&@@&$?

Legacy: I have a friend along for the ride... And the winged lady's a Schattenfee... Schattenfee are winged people.

Elsie: *studies Legacy closely, trying to see if she can sense anyone else* I don't see anybody.

Legacy: Damson's a Wildling... She'll only let herself be seen if she wants to.

Elsie: I can usually tell if people are there, though. *pause* Wait. I couldn't sense that woman you came with either.

Legacy: That's Logan... I'm not sure why you weren't able to sense her though...

Damson: *image of Lumen's toy pirate shield, and then of a shield that she and Legacy saw in a shop at the mall once*

Elsie: ...Shields?

Damson: *happy face! And then a butt*

Legacy: *facepalm at the butt image*

Elsie: ...Did I just get dissed?

Legacy: Possibly... *still one with her facepalm*

Elsie: *scowls* Hey...

Legacy: Damson, that wasn't very nice...

Damson: *goes and hides down inside Legacy's hood*

Legacy: *soft sigh* *to Elsie* Damson's not human... She doesn't always make sense to humans.

Elsie: Oh. What is she?

Legacy: She's a fey fairy...

Elsie: *blinks* Are you pulling my leg?

Damson: *butt butt butt!*

Legacy: I'm not.

Elsie: I think she was talking to me again. *looks around* Where is she?

Legacy: Hiding in my hood... Like I said though, if she wants to be seen, she will be...

Elsie: *flash of surprise that shows on her face* How big is she?

Legacy: Not very... *holds her hands a small distance apart*

Elsie: Whoa... But she looks human?

Legacy: Kinda...

Elsie: Huh. *wistful to see the strange little person, but then focuses on what Legacy said earlier* So he was talking to a winged lady?

Legacy: Yeah... *chuckles* And she shocked the heck out of him by picking up his hammer...

Elsie: What? No way. Even the Hulk can't pick Mjollnir up.

Legacy: Schattenfee are stronger than humans and Asgardians.

Elsie: ...I don't believe they're stronger than Asgardians. Some people think Asgardians are gods.

Legacy: I've met a few Schattenfee in the Nexus... They're pretty strong...

Elsie: *going to protest again, but then something clicks in her mind* ...Logan said he had a girlfriend.

Legacy: It's probably the Schattenfee woman...

Elsie: *and now she's curious*

Legacy: *slight grin* Should we go see her?

Elsie: Sure. I think I can bring us to Thor. If he's with her, then... *concentrates*

Legacy: *hand on Elsie's shoulder again*

Elsie: *another pop feeling, and they're standing in a dim, very dusty, but expensively furnished living room. Somewhere outside and far beneath the curtained windows come the sounds of a busy Asian large city street* *sneeze!* Ewww.

Legacy: *checking for threats, as has become her habit*

someone: *curious and wary somewhere down the hall leading from the living room*

Thor: *is somewhere down that hall. Feeling utterly peaceful and very deeply asleep*

Elsie: *sneezes again a few times, and then pinches her nose and feels grumpy*

Legacy: *quietly* Thor's conked out... And I think someone knows we're here... They're not a threat though...

soft, deep alto: No. I am nicht. But who are you?

Elsie: *soft eek and looks around* I feel her, but I don't see her.

Legacy: *quietly, to Elsie* She's watching us from the shadows... Schattenfee are shadow walkers... *to the owner of the alto voice* My name is Legacy, and this is Elsie. We mean no harm.

alto: Vhy are you here? *no impatience or anger, just curiosity and patient calm*

Legacy: I was just curious about the lady that Thor fancies...

Elsie: *looks at her sideways, thinking she's nuts*

hidden woman: *surprise, feeling of a blush, and then contentment* *steps out into the light, her wings cloaked over her shoulders and gleaming softly in the low light of the room* Mein name ist Sif.

Elsie: *wide eyed surprise and thinks this lady is pretty*

Legacy: It's nice to meet you, Sif.

Sif: *glances at Elsie as that girl nods, then walks with the easy grace of one with very strong muscles over to the coffee table, where she looks into the box there and takes out a single rum bottle* *tips it up and drains the little bit that's left, then twitches her ears* So vhat do you zink? Und vould you like a drink? Ve haf no more of zis, but zere are ozzer sings in ze storevroom.

Legacy: Thank you, but I'm not old enough to drink yet.

Sif: *flicks ears back in puzzlement and looks at the little blonde quizzically*

Legacy: I'm only sixteen... Most places have a minimum drinking age of eighteen or older...

Sif: But... everyvone must drink, or you vill die.

Elsie: Ohhhh. Legacy means booze.

Legacy: ... Wow... *laughing at herself now* Sorry, I got confused.

Sif: *also amused, at herself also because of her uncertainty concerning something* Vhat ist 'booze'?

Legacy: *nods toward the rum bottle* Stuff like that... Usually it's only for celebrations or for when someone's feeling really down...

Sif: Ahh. Alcohol. *ears twitch slightly* I vas talking about blood orange soda.

Elsie: *quietly, to Legacy* They make that?

Legacy: *nod nod, grinning now* It's really good. *has had it a few times in the Nexus*

Sif: *ears twitch a bit more* Haf a seat. I vill return shortly.

Legacy: Thank you. *will move to herd Elsie over to the nearest seat*

Elsie: *balks as she reaches the couch* Legacy, it's all dusty.

Legacy: *will flip one of the couch cushions so it's not as dusty*

Elsie: *much sneeze! Blink blink. More sneeze!*

Sif: Auch, is zomesing vrong?

Legacy: It's just a bit dusty in here... *moving to fuss over Elsie*

Sif: *ears back thoughtfully as she looks around* Ah. Ja... zis ist mein first time down here. *walks over and sets two bottles of blood orange Italian soda next to the box of empty bottles on the coffee table* *then wipes one wing knuckle along the top of the table and watches the mark it makes*

Legacy: *blink blink* Your first time down here? Where are you usually?

Sif: On ze vroof or somevhere vorking. *slight eartwitch smile*

Legacy: Ah... Okay. Makes sense. *will make sure Elsie has a soda* *will also fuss over her a bit more* *pauses as she notices what the box of empties says*

Elsie: *looks at Legacy as she notices the smaller teen's interest* What is it?

Sif: *curiously perked ears ask the same thing*

Legacy: ... Screech... That stuff gets Transformers drunk... *snickering now* How many did Thor have?

Sif: *thoughtfully* Most of zem.

Legacy: He's not gonna be feeling much of anything for a bit then. And that stuff's older... so it's more potent. *so amused*

Elsie: *surprised blinking* Are you saying that Thor is p... is drunk?

Legacy: Positively plastered. *so amused*

Elsie: On... *reads the box* ...'Newfoundland Screech'?

Legacy: It's a really strong rum... And like I said earlier, it's enough to get Transformers drunk... I've seen it happen before...

Elsie: Whoa.

Sif: *radiating amusement and "oops!" as she crouches by the end of the coffee table*

Legacy: Yeah... I've even seen my boss at the blanket factory I work at drunk off the stuff... and it takes a lot to get her drunk... *remembering the Christmas party at the factory, and how Denpup was pretty much snuggling against Drill Boy all night after a few rounds of Screech with some of the other adults*

Sif: If his head hurts vhen he vakes it is his own fault. *still amused, but there is a deep and quiet love behind her words too*

Legacy: That's why ibuprofin, soda crackers, and plenty of water are a good thing. *nod nod*

Elsie: *thinks of Thor eating any of those, and gets the snerks*

Sif: *ears toward the dark haired teen* Vhat ist funny?

Legacy: *going to snag the other bottle of soda and enjoy it thoroughly* *mmmm. Blood orange soda*

Elsie: Uh. *slightly embarrassed* Thor just doesn't seem like the kind of guy to go for those things Legacy suggested.

Sif: *also amused* Probably nicht.

Legacy: *thinks that Thor is probably the sort to be crabby and only accept the offered relief when sulking and pouting doesn't work* *sputters her drink at the idea of Thor huddled on the couch with a blanket*

Sif: *quizzical ears toward her* *her body language says she's been around humans some, but not much yet*

Legacy: *coughing as she tries to explain the funny*

Sif: Ahhh. *thinks about it* Nien. I zink he vill go und find zomesing big und ugly to punch.

Legacy: *soft 'heh' as she finishes clearing her sinuses of soda*

Sif: So, Thor told you about me? *lifts brows and perks ears*

Legacy: Not exactly... *will explain about the Nexus, how some of the puddles sometimes act as viewing screens, and about the convo on the helicarrier*

Sif: Ahhhh. *quite interested and curious* But Frau Logan vas vrong. I am nicht his girlfreund.

Legacy: *surprised expression is a go*

Elsie: You're not? *blinking over her drink*

Sif: I am his frau.

Elsie: *sputter*

Legacy: ... *snickerfitdie*

Sif: *one ear twitches in a half grin as she watches them. Is amused by their amusement, and also very contented*

Legacy: *wheezing as her snickerfit dies down. So very amused, and happy for Thor and Sif*

Elsie: He didn't invite us to the wedding?

Sif: *puzzled now* Vedding?

Legacy: *as she regains her composure* The Feen marry by agreeing to be together.

Elsie: What? Hey, you guys totally need to have a wedding. General Fury needs to party a little.

Legacy: Fury needs a frau of his own. *doesn't realize she said that out loud*

Elsie: *blinks and looks at her sideways, plainly trying to envision that circumstance and failing* No way.

Legacy: *blinks* ... Huh... *slight shrug* Alright...

Elsie: He's all caught up in his job. And she'd just be another target for idiots.

Sif: *watching them in interested silence now*

Legacy ... Yeah... You're right... *slight frown*

Sif: So he needs somevone to hilf him vith his job, no?

Legacy: *shrug* Maybe a nice Cybertronian girl? She'd at least be able to kick aft if idiots tried kidnapping her...

Elsie: *blinks and looks at her incredulously* Cybertronians are mechanical people.

Legacy: Yeah, I know. It's not that odd to hear about one married to a non-Cybertronian... And if the girl was a Destron, she'd at least be combat-trained and not fuss over him when it's not necessary...

Elsie: ...What? *cannot get mind around Cybertronian married to human*

Legacy: Logan's frau to a different version of Optimus.

Elsie: 0_0 No way.

Legacy: *nod* Way.

Elsie: But how... *decides that's not a good question* Not everybody needs to be with somebody anyway. *spoken with the full assurance of the girl that no boy at school had ever looked at*

Sif: Not all need to marry, true. But everyvone needs somevone to share zeir life vith.

Legacy: *nods in agreement* Even if it's just someone to swap BS for BS with. *hand edging for her blocker*

Sif: *softly* Vhat ist your boyfreund like, Legacy?

Elsie: *gobsmacked look for Legacy*

Legacy: *blinks a bit, and grins* A doofus with a bell obsession.

Elsie: You have a boyfriend? *chagrin, envy, more surety that she'll never have one*

Legacy: *nod* He and I met in the Nexus... He's X-Positive, and his mutation's been apparent since birth... *cellphone out, flips to a picture of Lumen* He's also a shoe nudist.

Elsie: *looks and flinches slightly* He's a furry.

Legacy: *headshake* No, he was born covered in fur, and with the tail, too.

Elsie: *slight squeamish feelings as she studies the furry boy's picture* What's he holding? I see eyes, and black fur?

Legacy: He's holding a purrpony toddler named Lola. She calls him Dada, and I'm Mama.

Elsie: *flat footed shock* You're a mother?

Legacy: *nod* By adoption, yeah. Lola's a person in her own right.

Elsie: But you're only sixteen. What if this guy leaves or something? You're just a kid yourself.

Legacy: If he leaves, Lola and I will be alright. We've got a big family, and the Nexus is a big place. *softly* But he won't. Not on purpose.

Elsie: *doubtful* You can't know that.

Legacy: No... But I can feel it.

Elsie: *eyes widen with surprise and understanding*

Legacy: Lumen was the one who brought Lola to me. And he's been enthusiastic about being a dad since day one.

Elsie: *quietly* That's... like something out of a derpy romance story.

Legacy: *soft chuckle* Yeah... But it's happening. *hand finds blocker and turns it on*

Elsie: *really not sure what to say about that*

Sif: *stands and stretches, revealing herself to be clad in a halter and loincloth of burlap embroidered with simple yarn flowers* *softly, with apology* I should vork. *perks ears toward the windows, which show that it is night outside despite the lights and noise of a big city that never sleeps*

Legacy: *small nod* Alright. It was nice to meet you, Sif. Thank you for the soda.

Sif: *ears twitch in a strong smile* Danke for visiting. *then looks toward the hall as she catches a whisper of sound that the others wouldn't hear* Vould you like to do zomesing for me?

Legacy: If it's within my ability to do so, sure.

Sif: *slight ear smile* It is nicht hard. I vill go und bring some food from ze market. Vill you gif it to mien small freunds?

Legacy: *nods* Yeah.

Sif: Danke. *looks at Elsie* *gently* You might frighten zem.

Elsie: I'll stay here.

Sif: I vill be back qvickly. *turns and slips into a shadow*

Elsie: *looks at Legacy. Brow quirk*

Legacy: Schattenfee are shadow walkers. *nod nod*

Elsie: You said that. What's it mean?

Legacy: They can travel between shadows.

Elsie: Like teleportation?

Legacy: Something like that... I'm not sure how it works...

Elsie: Okay... What are Schattenfeen? You talk like they're a race, or something?

Legacy: *nod* They normally live in a different reality. Sometimes, tears in the realities bring one of them into a different one. Those tears are called himmeltaur, and once someone goes through one, they can't go back.

Elsie: *frowns* Why not? Can't they get a thing like you have? *points to her friend's wrist computer*

Legacy: Himmeltaur are different from PINpoints. There's something about them that prevents re-entry... and they close after they drop off their person. And most feen just accept that they're where they're supposed to be and never try to get back.

Elsie: *frowns* They never try to go home?

Legacy: *headshake*

Elsie: *scowl* That's dumb.

Legacy: It's just different. Most of the ones I've heard about or met who have gone through himmeltaurs end up being a big help to the realities they wind up in.

Elsie: Still, if you've got a home and family...

Sif: *calmly* Our vader teaches us to be vready if ve are needed. If Gott vishes us to be somevhere else, zen ve vill go.

Elsie: *rebellious* I don't believe in God.

Sif: *shrugs her wings* I do.

Elsie: *grumpy kid can't really think of an answer to that* But what about your family and your home?

Sif: I like living above gvround. Und helfing people freely. Und I like mien own vamily zat I haf here.

Legacy: *very slight quirk of a grin, nods*

Elsie: But just throwing away what you had, and not even trying to get it back...! *bites her lip and then gets up and walks off*

Sif: *ears back with sympathy as she offers Legacy some flowers and fruit* Vill you tell zem zat zey may come down to zis apartment to live?

Legacy: I'll tell them.

Sif: Danke. Zey're under ze garden haus.

Legacy: Alright. *will reach for the offered flowers and fruit* Which way to the garden house?

Sif: It's on ze vroof. *perks ears in the direction that Elsie went, her concern apparent despite her impassive face*

Legacy: *small nod, will head for the roof then*

roof: *set up as a garden, and there are even living plants in the planters. Those plants are jungle species, mostly ones that you don't see outside their native space. There are pretty wooden and bamboo screens, some with vines, a seating place, a table, a small pool, and the brown rattan gazebo*

Legacy: *impressed sound, will look for Sif's small friends* *is aimed for the gazebo... by way of the rest of the garden*

split leave philodendron: *big leaves wave gently in the breeze... the plants are blooming there in the shade of the gazebo as they lean against it* *and a little face, wide-eyed and fey, is peering at Legacy from the shadow of the leaves*

Legacy: *gentle smile* Hello there... *crouches down a short distance away, and offers the fruit and flowers*

face: *withdraws, and she'll hear excited whispering, like the wind in leaves* *and then there are several, taller members of the little people coming from under the gazebo with baskets in their hands. They look up at Legacy curiously, but with acceptance* *one or two talk to her in their soft and sibilant language*

Legacy: Sif had to go to work, but she wanted to make sure everyone knows you can live in the apartment downstairs if you'd like.

lady: *steps forward, and Legacy will be able to see her clearly. She's some sort of wildling, this little one, with pointed fox ears and those wise black eyes* *softly, the sibilance still strong in her words, she tries speaking in Sif's language, but then pauses and looks up as something moves on Legacy's shoulder*

Legacy: *looks to see if Damson's on her shoulder*

Damson: *butt up as she clings there and talks in her wordless way to the little lady*

Legacy: *small smile, won't interrupt*

Damson: *after a moment she looks at her friend and makes a picture of a split leaf philodendron fruit, and then points to the little lady. That is her name*

Legacy: *more smile as she hears the word the little lady says* Syrbal is a nice name.

Syrbal: *smiles, and then nods to the fruit and flowers before pointing to the big old silver platter that's sitting on the ground. This is where the fruit and flowers go. Has no more idea of that platter's value than does the woman who put it there*

Legacy: *will set the fruit and flowers on the platter then. Has no idea about the platter's value herself, just sees something useful*

Syrbal: *smiles and speaks softly to the other women, and then all are over filling their basket with the fruit and flowers, and one tiny child is munching on a broken flower petal that's fallen*

women: *several speak to Legacy and smile at her as they collect enough food for their families*

Syrbal: *gestures to the plants growing against the gazebo, and then to others nearby. They have crops coming, but till those crops mature this food is a blessing her people are grateful for, and so is the shelter that the little one with wings has told her about*

Legacy: *nods* *didn't get most of what Syrbal was talking about* You're more than welcome to move into the apartment to live.

Syrbal: *looks to Damson, and then nods. Gives a polite bow, and then follows her tribeswomen back under the gazebo*

Damson: *looks at Legacy*

Legacy: *smiles and moves to head inside. Is wondering where Elsie went, and whether it's time to bring her back to the helicarrier*

Elsie: *sneezing and trying to dust a bit there in the living room. Is cranky and sneezy, but not angry anymore*

Legacy: *moves to give hugs* *quietly* Ready to go?

Elsie: I guess so. *sneezes and sighs, then drops her cloth on the coffee table by the empty bottles and the box* Sif said her friends would clean the place up.

Legacy: They'll be alright. *starting to feel a bit derp in the head, but not bad derp*

Elsie: Yeah... Hey, can we check on Doctor Banner?

Damson: *decides to stop clinging to Legacy's shoulder with her butt in the air* *goes down the back of her dress instead*

Legacy: Sure. *slight squirm as Damson goes down the back of her dress*

Elsie: *comes over and pauses in the act of touching Legacy* What's wrong?

Legacy: Damson went down the back of my dress... *that's not all that's bugging her, but she won't say anything about that slight derp feeling in her head right now*

Elsie: Okay. Will you cloak so we don't scare him or anything?

Legacy: *nods and brings the cloaking up. Hand on Elsie's* *makes sure Damson isn't going to be left behind*

Elsie: *brings them to where Banner is, and finds herself and the other teens to be in a lab somewhere in Stark/Avenger's tower*

Banner: *as he applies something to the skin of a very large and muscular red woman* Easy, Betsy. This is going to feel weird, but it'll stabilize your mutation.

Betsy: Betsy Banner Ross, that's got to be the stupidest name...

Banner: *chuckle* Trust me, I've heard stupider.

Elsie: *blinks, and then turns to Legacy* He's busy. Let's go.

Legacy: *nod nod* Yeah.

Elsie: *takes them up to the terrace of Tony Stark's apartment* You look kind of pale.

Legacy: I'm alright... Just feeling a little out of it right now.

Elsie: *frowns with concern* You better go home. I'll see you later, okay?

Legacy: *quietly* Let's get you back to the helicarrier.

Elsie: I can get there fine. Go on. *stern look*

Legacy: *soft sigh* *more hug for Elsie* *quietly* Let me know how Captain Rogers does?

Elsie: *sobers* I will. And don't you go trying to find somebody to hook the General up with. He doesn't need that.

Legacy: Alright... *more hug, and then she's stepping back* Be careful.

Elsie: Yeah. I don't have a lot of choice about that. *quirks a grin* Go on.

Legacy: *small smile. Will bring Damson home*

Amy: *turns in a swirl of phosphorescent silver hair and soft green peasant skirt. Is also wearing a pale yellow peasant blouse over her sleeveless, painted on green jumpsuit, and jewelry in the form of golden filigree wrapped around her forearms and her lower legs*

Aoife: *doesn't turn from where she's sitting with half done hair* Have some supper, Leggy.

Legacy: Mhm... Hi, Amy... *will move to get something to eat, pausing as she notices the tiny green gems winking in Amy's arm and leg filigree* Pretty...

Amy: *dimples* Thank you. *looks down at the intricate ornaments* Sludge made them for our anniversary.

Legacy: Awww. ^_^

Amy: *smiles, and then turns back to Aoife's hair, her own swinging gracefully around her skirt, which is translucent on its lowest tier so that the beautiful spats may be seen*

Aoife: There's mac 'n cheese in the oven. Bot shaped mac.

Legacy: *chuckles* Alright. Thank you. *as she moves to get noms* People in Uncle Ken's reality are going to wonder where he met you, Aoife.

Aoife: Yeah. We'll think of something. *glances toward the stove without moving her head as the lid of the baking pot is lifted and the scent of Legacy's favourite cheese is freed*

Legacy: *pleased sound as she too catches that scent and sees just what's in the pot*

Logan: *wanders in, chewing on something. Beauty's not with her now* Hey, kid. Finally back?

Legacy: *nods* Yeah... *offers to dish up some of the mac 'n cheese for Logan*

Logan: Nah. *shows the jerky nuggets she's eating* What'd they keep ya so long for?

Legacy: Elsie had to go someplace, and then we checked on Thor and Doctor Banner. *will put some of the mac 'n cheese on a plate for herself then*

Logan: How's Banner doin'? *eats another nugget and glances down at Lola as she gallops into the room*

Legacy: He was helping a lady named Betsy when we checked on him.

Logan: *perks and frowns* What happened ta Betty?

Legacy: *shrug* Doctor Banner was working on stabilizing her mutation.

Aoife: What kind of mutation, Leggy? *rubbing Violet's back now as the little girl leans against her with a sigh*

Logan: Yeah, she was normal last I looked.

Legacy: I didn't get a good look at her.

Damson: *helpfully shows all the organic adults in the room an image of the big red lady*

Logan: She's hulked. *growls softly*

Legacy: *slight wince, bites her lower lip a bit*

Logan: *gentle hand on her shoulder* Easy, darlin'. What else'd ya do?

Legacy: Talked to Thor's Frau.

Logan: *sputters her next nugget, and then sputters laughter* What?

Legacy: The winged lady we saw in the puddle is named Sif... She's a Schattenfee, and Thor's Frau, not his girlfriend.

Logan: Sif... Dang. *chuckles*

Legacy: Elsie told me not to try and find a lady for General Fury... But I think he needs someone to snark back at him.

Logan: *laughing much now*

Amy and Aoife: *both giving Logan quizzical looks*

Legacy: *ditto that*

Logan: *laughs very much indeed, and then wipes her eyes and has another jerky nugget before growling softly and playfully at Lola*

Lola: *hop hop hop prance around Aunty Logan!*

Legacy: ... What's so funny?

Logan: Nick's ben hitched a long time, darlin'. *grins*

Legacy: ... Oh... *didn't know that. Nomphs mac 'n cheese*

Logan: *pokes through her pockets and finds the little pocket mirror that she bought from the shop of the three Wheeljacks* Show me Val.

Legacy: *moves to take a look, is curious*

mirror: *shows a tall black lady with a white streak in her hair, which is braided into cornrows in front and is loose in a straightened ponytail in back. She's holding little Tatum, and talking to him with a smile as he sits on her hip and watches her face with intent interest. General Fury is standing at the woman's shoulder and smiling widely. Elsie walks in then, and the General puts out a hand as he calls her over. Introduces the teen to the lady, and then turns to bring the group over to where Elita is just finishing strapping Optimus into his corner*

Logan: *more chuckles*

Legacy: Aww...

Logan: *tells the mirror to shut down and moves to put it back into her pocket*

Legacy: *as she moves to sit at the table* You should probably talk to Fury. *will share some of her noms with Lola when the purrpony nudges her side*

Logan: *snort* I ain't goin' back ta that reality.

Legacy: It'd keep ya from having unfinished business there, and give him some closure. Might even improve his mood a bit. *more nomphing*

Logan: *shakes her head, and then takes out the mirror and asks to see "Ray"* *frowns at what she sees and growls* Nope. Not goin'.

Legacy: *bit of a frown*

Logan: *shows her the mirror, with its picture of a young woman with short red hair snuggled against a jet black Schattenfeen man in a silk shirt and a dog collar* She married somebody else.

Legacy: ... Huh.

Logan: If she ain't with Kurt, that reality's no place fer me. *watches the redhead arrange the man's short curls, and then shuts mirror down and puts it away*

Legacy: Okay... *small nod, back to nomphing*

Amy: All done. *turns head* And I hear someone at the door.

Violet: *excited little muffled sound as she puts her hands in front of her mouth. Glances at Lola*

Lola: *happy whicker, moves to scramble for the door*

Legacy: *watches as Mr. Toudou comes in, then accepts the hug and the compliment that he gives her. Grins as he tries to catch the excited Lola, and then watches as he gravely asks Violet if he can take her mother to the Police Charity Ball. And then, after he and Aoife have gone and Amy's gone home, she finishes her meal, checks on her baby brother and sister in their pots, and then takes Violet and Lola to bed to sleep the heavy sleep of exhaustion after her people filled day*

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