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MARVEL RANDOM SCENARIO MEME
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①Comment with your character. Feel free to intruce yourself real quick if you'd like! This meme is open to Marvel characters of all iterations, not just the MCU!
② Pick a scenario or use RNG and respond to others!
③ PLEASE MARK FOR INFINITY WAR SPOILERS. We want this to be a fun place for everyone to play without fear of being spoiled! In the same vein, feel free to let others know if you are Infinity War compliant!
④ Feel free to go completely off-script and make up whatever scenario you want. These prompts are just starting points! This meme is your oyster.
⑤ Have fuuuun!

scenarios ACTION

① Skrull Invasion → You're on planet Earth and the Skrull are coming! Are you ready to fight? Perhaps the better question is...are you really sure your friends are who you think they are?
② Sparring → There's few better ways to see what you're made of than to face off against your fellow heroes! Enter the sparring ring and give it all you've got. Or perhaps you wind up facing an old friend in the Grandmaster's Contest of Champions!
③ Chitauri Assault → Time to take down hordes and hordes of alien goons! Maybe they brought their space whales, too. They're bringing the party to you!
④ In Pursuit → Your enemies are fleeing and it's up to you to pursue them and bring them to justice!
⑤ Heist → Time to steal that invaluable vibranium shipment before the bad guys do. You'll need all your best covert stealth skills to pull this one off.
⑥ Training → Power up the Danger Room and throw yourself and a partner into a training scenario of your choice! Just try to be careful in there. It is called the Danger Room, after all!
⑦ Mind Control → Against their will, one of your comrades has begun to attack you! Will you fight back and possibly harm someone you hold dear? Or will you stand down and open yourself up to danger?
⑧ Escape → You've been captured by your enemies! Or perhaps The Collector just added you to his museum. Time to find a way out!

ANGST

① Fallout → Heroism exacts a price, and it is often personal in nature. How do you cope with the fallout of your latest conflict? Was victory worth the price you paid? Or worse, did you lose?
② Injury/Illness → Even for the strongest of heroes, the battlefield can be tough. How's that broken arm healing up? That serious road rash? Or are you the one providing healing and comfort to one in need?
③ Last Moments → Somehow has gone terribly wrong and you are dying. What will you say? What will you do? Or perhaps you are the one holding your comrade in their final moments.
④ Betrayed → One of your teammates has betrayed you. How will you respond? Will you reach out and try to forgive, or will you fight the one you used to call an ally?
⑤ Fight → Sometimes, even your closest friends can become your enemies. Disagreements can lead to verbal, and perhaps even physical altercations. Or perhaps you're seeking reconciliation afterwards?
⑥ Worst Fears → Your worst fears have manifested around you. Maybe it's an illusion, but what if it's not? How can you go on faced with losing everything you care about?
⑦ Loss → You've lost. It's over. Maybe you're the only one left. Or...maybe you're not.

CRACK

① Speed-heroing → It's like speed-dating, but with heroes and friends, at the Avengers Facility. A possible catch: you can only introduce yourself as your alter ego.
② Dance Off → Maybe the fate of the universe hangs in the balance. Maybe you're just having a good time at a party. Either way, dance off, bro!
③ Team Building → Nothing boosts team morale like an outing to laser tag or paint ball! It's important to unwind every now and again, so why not shoot your super friends with a nerf gun for a change?
④ Party Bus → Are you up for a ride on Tony Stark's most technologically advanced party bus? Hope you're prepared to party like it's 2099. Also, it flies. Eat your heart out, Miss Frizzle.
⑤ Interdimentional Mixer → You're at this party but none of the people are the versions of themselves you expect them to be! What sort of timey-wimey tomfoolery is this? Why do all these universes have numbers?
⑥ Trapped in the Drive-thru → You're trapped in the drive-thru. All you wanted was an Egg McMuffin, dammit!
⑦ Truth Serum → You're forced to tell the truth! That secret you've been bottling up for years? Yup, it's coming out.

FLUFF

① Avenger's Tower → Remember that nice tower Tony Stark was working on before it got ditched for the New Avengers Facility? Everyone has their own room designed just for them! It's like a big sleepover and all your weird friends are invited.
② Reunion → It's been awhile since you've seen some of these people. Will you give them a hug? A hearty handshake? Try not to get too misty-eyed!
③ Movie Night → Grab the popcorn and a snuggly blanket! Are you watching the latest action flick with your friend? Or perhaps something a bit spooky so you can have an excuse to cuddle with your partner?
④ Confessions → It's time to tell the object of your affections how you feel about them! Don't get cold feet now. This is the moment you've been waiting for!
⑤ Stolen Glances → Maybe it's the first time, or maybe it's been going on for awhile now. Either way, there's someone you've been making eyes at, and...did their fingertips just brush yours?
⑥ Domestic Life → Hey, sometimes even Earth's Mightiest Heroes need to cook and clean. What's the occasion?
⑦ Hobby Exchange → Teach someone about a hobby you enjoy and they can teach you about one of theirs!

GEN

① Trip to Knowhere → Get ready to gamble and drink yourself dizzy! And if that's not your cup of tea, perhaps visit the Collector's Museum, where you are sure to see all sorts of strange specimens from across the galaxy.
② Shawarma → After any great battle, a hero must have their victory feast. Who's on the shawarma bandwagon this time?
③ New York Tourism → You're in New York! Whether this is your first time or you live here, there's plenty to see. Why not hit up the Statue of Liberty? Go to a Broadway show? Take a pic with Times Square Spider-Man?
④ Beach Party → It's the Beach Episode. Put on your swim trunks, get out the volleyball, and fire up the grill!
⑤ Late Night → You're up late and wondering around HQ. Do you stop in the kitchen for some midnight baking? Take a walk outside? Reprogram the whole facility so the AI only responds to your voice?
⑥ Capture the Flag → It's a game of Capture the Flag, and powers are off-limits. You wouldn't cheat, would you? Everyone here definitely plays fair.
⑦ Denny's → It's 2 A.M. and you're at Denny's. Sure, you feel like hell, but how about that Grand Slam?

WILDCARD

A scenario of your choosing! Go wild! Please remember to mark for spoiler warnings and/or any content warnings as applicable.

Comments

[futurist]

Nebula's friends. Strange. [A pause, and he's clearly trying hard to keep his voice from cracking.] Peter.

[Tony drags in a deep, shuddering breath, scrubs his face with a hand. God, he can't do anything right with Peter. He'd only ever wanted to help him, to keep him from doing something dumb and getting himself killed, and now he's dead because of him.] I- I fucking told him to go back home. I tried to keep him safe, and now I have to look his aunt in the eye and tell her-

Shit.

[samerica]

[Sam will absolutely admit that physical contact is nice, and the massage at least makes her feel a little more energetic - enough to sit up and tug off the last layer of her outfit, unfasten her bra with a sigh of relief, and trade everything for a tank top.

(Look, taking her bra off is vital, okay?)

She leans in to steal a kiss first before she drapes herself over Natasha's lap, resting her head on her thigh.]

See, that takes us back to the issue of lying to Peggy, though. [Although if there was one thing Natasha learned as a child - and one thing Sam learned during the war - it's that it's always better to ask forgiveness than permission when it comes to Peggy Carter.]

[touchofrogue]

[ She glances back up at him in an 'Oh, are you still talking?' sort of way. Her gaze flickers back to her coffee mug and she finishes the mug and pours herself another. ]

If you're gonna keep talkin' ta me, ya might as well come over here an' have some coffee. We might disturb the truckers over there.

[ She does not expect him to take up her invitation; in fact, in Rogue!land, this is an attempt at a Strategy! Maybe he'll be so annoyed by her invitation that he will leave her completely alone?

...in her defense, it is 2 am. ]

[madeupnames]

[He is more than happy to wave a hand dramatically back.]

I'm glad! Mr. Stark's been in a much better mood lately.

[Maybe it has to do with Peter and half the population being brought back, and him and Captain reconciling, and Pepper and him getting married. Maybe. He drops down all the way, landing gracefully on his feet so he can ungracefully flop down on the edge of the couch. He's still got his backpack on since school only just got out — and he grabs the straps to fidget as he talks.]

Is everyone doing alright? Big Pete and the gang?

[It's only been a few months, and after having to rescue not only everyone but Rocket and then — then having to get back Gamora, it's been... rough, he's pretty sure. Peter was in a bad way on Titan, when he learned what happeend to Gamora, so he hopes he's also in much higher spirits now that things have been set right.]

[podchinyatsya]

The kid.

[ his brain does the math before he can even stop himself from blurting it out. An aunt means guardian which means someone young.

Bucky can't help it. He extends his arm, to put it on Tony's shoulder. ]

I'm sorry.

[futurist]

[Tony's eyes burn, and he has to blink back tears.]

Yeah.

[He can't even begin to imagine the scale of loss on Earth - the larger picture, half the population disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the smaller one, his teammates, his friends, crumbling to ash. He's too afraid to wonder who else might be dead. Maybe even all of them, the way his day is going.]

I don't know what to do. I- I'm the guy who's supposed to look at this and figure out a way to fix it, and I tried, and we all got fucked. And-

[And it's my fault.]

[podchinyatsya]

Hey, hey. Listen. This is way bigger than one person.

[ HELP HE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING ]

Maybe they're just somewhere else, somewhere-- I dunno. I was in Wakanda, then I was here. They can't just be gone.

[ Because that could mean he lost Steve. And that's simply not an option right now. ]

[futurist]

[He just looks at Bucky, because, no, that's pretty clearly not what happened. Tony saw all of them fall to pieces, one by one. They crumbled into ashes, and he couldn't do a fucking thing to stop it.]

Yeah, well, if they aren't gone, then we need to get the gauntlet back from Thanos. And while I'd love to be optimistic about our chances there, spoiler, I'm pretty sure there aren't any. Strange saw one future where we succeeded out of more than fourteen million. Since he didn't share that secret with me, I'm gonna say that the deck is stacked against us.

[podchinyatsya]

[ He is just playing eternal catch up, it seems. Bucky drops his hand when Tony gives him that flat look, and presses his lips together. Now he feels like an idiot, and instantly misses Steve's ridiculous optimism. ]

How do you know this isn't the one he saw?

[scarcastically]

[ erik cocks an eyebrow before sidling closer. ]

Afraid?

[godman]

[ He sucks in a long, low breath, and turns his eyes skyward. Only the slight watery sheen of his real eye gives him away, but the clouds rolling in now are looking progressively grayer.

It's a long moment before he answers, ]

...I think I've stopped giving a damn what Fate wills.

[ Adding, with a strange detachedness, ] I should probably be very angry.

[ At destiny, at Thanos, at himself? About the death of half of the universe? About surviving? Who knows, he doesn't know. He's working on that, maybe. ]

[touchofrogue]

[ Oh. He came closer. Darn. ]

Huh? [ She blinks, confused at his question. Why would he think she's afraid? Of who? Him? ...oh, the truckers. She doesn't glance at them. She assessed them when she came in. They do look like the type to give an identifiable mutant trouble, but even tired, she could handle it if she had to... she'd rather not have to, now that he brought it up. Bad PR. ] Nah. Polite. I was raised not ta shout across a room.

[scarcastically]

Yeah?

[ erik's tone is so casual, it can't be faked, except it is. everything about him is. designed to manipulate and sneak into the borders of people's lives. using who he is to its fullest potential. ]

Doubt anyone will hear you.

[shoplifter]

[The child who wanders in is in a slightly tattered jean jacket, backpack hooked firmly around her small shoulders. She's no more than eleven, twelve, but the way her eyes scan the area is trained — she did receive the letter. She did, and she wasn't sure it was a trap, but... if she hadn't come to see what it was truly about, she knew she'd regret it. Her father had been a source of pain for her, a source of mourning, so any chance of hanging onto a shred of what remained of him was worth the risk.

The others said they'd hang back close, and if they heard anything, they'd come charging in after her. It's a relief to know that she has her friends at her side, if anything.

Seeing the figure in the very back, she zeroes in on it being the table they'd told her to go to.

And so she does, slightly damp from the faint rainfall outside.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue just looks at him. Then she shrugs. Those are her conditions, meet them or move along.

Also, the vague horror-movie echoes in his responses do not escape her. "Afraid" and "Doubt anyone will hear you" and she almost expects him to say next: In space, no one can hear you scream. It's something that she notes, but doesn't really invest in. With history like hers, it's hard to know what's paranoia and what's instinct, and it only really matters if a threat legitimately manifests, and that hasn't happened yet, so. /mental shrug ]

[modelsixtythree]

[Natasha waits with amused patience until Sam is settled again, and then starts running her short nails lightly over Sam's scalp. ]

Who said anything about lying? I was just going to put up a communications blackout for a few days and not talk to anyone at all.

[Okay, that's splitting hairs. But Natasha is perfectly happy to run with it anyway. She can take the force of Peggy's disapproval later. Probably.]

[scarcastically]

[ well, erik's fine with moving along. he's not that invested in a moody teenager, though it's funny to see them like this. moodiness is a luxury, like many things. even when erik fakes his tone and voice to get by, the hackles tend to rise either way. ]

[touchofrogue]

[Oh, okay, cool. He left her alone, which was goal A., and Rogue relaxed into her coffee pot.

This relaxation lasted until her pancakes were delivered, along with a lovely portion of bacon and scrambled eggs, and she was starting to think that her night was looking up.

This, of course, was a mistake. One of the truckers paused on his way back from the bathroom by her table and stared at her a good long minute. "Don't I know you from somewhere..."

Please no, please no, aaaargh -- and then he finished his sentence with the telling word: "...freak?"

She sighs and looks up at the trucker, gloved hands curled around her utensils. She'd just been about to cut her food.]

Can we please not do this now? Please? I just got my pancakes. Just -- go on back ta your friends.

[The trucker took a threatening step forward. "Don't tell me what to do, mutie."

...Rogue sighs again (though a muscle in her cheek twitches because she hates that word and it makes her want to do something not very X-Man-like) and carefully put down her fork and knife. She turns to face the trucker, holding her gloved hands up in a clear: Look, I'm not attacking you kind of way.] I'm just. Tryin'. Ta eat at Denny's.

[She could see the other truckers were still mostly involved in their conversation, but one of them was glancing their way. ...maybe he'd be a decent human being and come tell his friend off for bothering harmless girls just trying to eat a stack of pancakes in peace?]

[madeupnames]

[When Tony Stark had learned about Spider-Man and sought him out, he probably didn't expect to find a teenaged orphan surfing foster homes and orphanages and even (shamefully) serving time as a runaway in an old abandoned apartment complex in Queens. But you know, shit happens, and Peter doesn't like to think of the last few years of his life after his aunt and uncle passed. And wasn't that just the worst luck imaginable? Losing parents in a plane, and then Ben and May to a botched robbery? Sometimes he thinks maybe getting bitten by a radioactive spider was the best thing to have happened to him at this rate.

Because it led to him staying with the Avengers. It was a weird road, yeah — there was helping in Germany, and then there was the reconciliation and all that... And of course, Peter was not allowed to be an 'Avenger' when there was homework to be done, schooling to be finished, college to consider... Stay the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, while you still have the time to enjoy it.

Tony was a total pain in the ass about it, but it was... nice.

But, see, the fifteen year old was on spring break, and everyone had something they had to do, some job or obligation, and that left Peter anticipating a few weeks of being alone in the place. It admittedly seemed like it'd be — uh, pretty lonely. He had only just started really allowing himself to bond with them (because other than Ned, his luck with keeping those around him has been in the negatives), and now they're scampering off...

Oh, well. He can handle it. He's handled being alone plenty.

Until Natasha nudges him and recommends that maybe Clint take him, since he's going on his own silent retreat to relax with his family. So here he is, standing with his luggage case hanging heavy in his hands (it's all good, he's got super strength, he's fifteen and he can throw a 3,000 pound car), looking at the house with apprehension. He's been living among superheroes, sure, but this is... like.

This is a real home, with a real family. There are kids in there. And someone they call mom. And Mr. Barton's their dad. This is a lot. Maybe if he stands on the porch long enough without doing anything, the weeks will pass and he won't feel this dramatic urgency to flee, so he doesn't totally embarrass himself.

C'mon, Pete, you got this, it's just hanging out with the Bartons.]

[scarcastically]

[ freak, huh. come to think of it, she does look a little familiar. mutants are news these days, but it's not the kind of news erik pays attention to. certainly, he can rattle off the facts if he needs to. he's read xavier's thesis and kept up with the times. he can sympathize, but erik's not willing to sympathize that much. he has his own agenda and he's not ready to get entangled with another.

so for now, he'll watch from the corner of his eyes. and he might interfere. erik's never against a fight. ]

[touchofrogue]

[ "Oh yeah? Well, we don't want your kind here. Get out, you're polluting the air."

Rogue takes a controlled breath. X-Men have rules about this kind of thing. She wasn't in uniform, but that didn't matter. ]

With all due respect, mister, I have just as much of a right to eat here as you do.

[ Rule one: Do not escalate the conflict to violence.

"Mutie freak."

She picks up her fork and tries to activate #ignore or channel Jean. Rule two: If violence occurs, use the minimum about of force required to get out safely.

The man makes a noise deep in his throat and her eyes widen, but she's not in time to drop her fork and move her plate to avoid him spitting on her food. Some of it lands on her cheek.

"Eat that," and, apparently satisfied with himself, the man begins to walk away.

Rule three: Maintain the position of respect for all life, including your own.

It's three that always gives Rogue difficulty - if she lets this pass, lets it end here and quietly asks for another serving, then what's to stop this guy from doing this to someone else who couldn't take it? What's to stop him from doing worse?

Maybe that was her mother's voice inside her head. Or maybe she was just really pissed off. She wipes her cheek with the back of her gloved hand and calls loudly: ]

Excuse me, miss? Could I please get another serving of pancakes? It seems like I've got a little bit of racist asshole in mine.

[samerica]

[Please just spend the entire vacation doing nothing but that, Natasha. This is all Sam wants in the world; if she were a cat, she would be purring loudly right now.]

I know what you were gonna do. [Because she knows Natasha well enough to figure that out.] But if you wake up with a helicarrier over wherever you abscond with me, don't say I didn't warn you.

[Okay, it probably wouldn't be that dramatic unless the world's actually ending and they both have to go superhero. But she's also not totally discrediting the idea of it happening, either.]

[gotup]

[Steve looks up with red-rimmed, teary eyes, halted in mid-sob. There's something almost wary about his gaze, but, hell, Tony's all he has left. (And maybe he'd do it even if he wasn't.) He sits down next to Tony and wraps his arms around him, almost gingerly - out of fear he'll turn to ash or because he's worried about his wound or...he's not even sure he knows why. But even if his embrace is gentle, he burrows his face into Tony's shoulder without restraint.

He'll hate himself later for this moment of vulnerability, but god, he has so much grief bottled up inside, threatening to crystallize into pure rage. His anger (not just at Thanos, but at himself as well) is at a low simmer right now, but he knows that if he lets himself think too much about the deaths of his friends, of all those innocent lives, then it'll be a raging fire that makes the Hulk look tame, and that scares him, too.

So he clings to Tony like a life preserver and cries until he doesn't have any more tears left in him, until his eyes are sore and Tony's shirt is wet and they're both kind of gross and it becomes too awkward to ignore anymore.]

[modelsixtythree]

They can deal without you for like two days.

[That one might be more than a little grumbly. It's not like Natasha's not all up for saving the world when it needs saving, but it does seem like they call Sam in a lot more often than is strictly necessary. She never thought she'd be in a three-way relationship is national security, is all she's saying.]

[buildsomething]

[And Tony just lets him, keeping his arms wrapped around Steve as he cries with an almost uncharacteristic silence. After a moment or so, he slides a hand up into Steve's too long hair and just holds on.

Maybe it's unfair, but it seems so much easier to keep himself together while he's helping someone else try to keep from falling completely apart. Nebula hadn't exactly been the needing help type, is it terrible to be slightly grateful that Steve is showing him this much? Maybe things should still be too awkward between them for this, but holding old grudges seems ridiculous when everything is this fucked up.

He can be this for Steve, at least. If nothing else.]

Hey. [It's quiet, once it seems like Steve has wound down.] Did I need a shower that badly?

[Aah, terrible humor. Some things never change.]