Welcome to the Jungle...

[agentx13]

Who: Sharon Carter and the other freedom fighters.
Where: THE WOODS. The big bad scary woods!
When: Day 31
What: Escape attempt numero uno.



Sharon stands facing the forest, standing perfectly still and breathing calmly. One hand rests on her hip with her gun, the other is held in front of her face so she can see the comm. What no one on the comm can see is that she's also holding her knife. You can never be too careful when planning to take on unknown legions of men that had managed to capture the Hulk. And Natasha. And Tony Stark. And her aunt.

And a bunch of kids. And Barton. And a Steve.

Really, it's hard to tell where these people screwed up first. Messing with Sharon? Messing with the people around her? It doesn't matter. Either way, she's tired of sitting around and trying to learn information about them. They may know now as much as they ever will. And that means that they have to fight. As much as Sharon doubts they'll succeed, she also knows that they have to try. They can't just sit around like lemmings waiting for the food to run out.

She studies the gaps between the trees, then the trees themselves. The captives don't control the environment here. Dangers could be hidden anywhere here.

She may have waited too long to try this. People might be too weak from hunger, not at their best.

But they have to try.

No matter what happens, that's what it boils down to. They have to try.

Comments

HOPE THIS IS OKAY

[gleans]

Staying back is hard, but Galen has no way of actually fighting back. He's always wished he could learn something that might - as Brad always put it - be useful in a zombie apocalypse, but so far all he's managed to glean since high school is some self-defense tips from Daphne the Tiny Black Belt. Right now, he's wishing he'd ever bothered with that 'learn archery' part of his bucket list.

Staying a little ways back from the battle heat with Anna doesn't mean missing any of the action, though, it seems; Bruce's big green, uh, problem is coming his way, and Galen isn't quite sure how to react!

"Uh, hey... Bruce?" He calls up. Fuck, what did he call the green guy? "Shit. Uh. Hulk? You need anything?" Wow, hi, this guy is huge and terrifying.

OF COURSE YES ALWAYS OMG

[greenisnteasy]

The Hulk snarls at being called Bruce, but his expression evens out when he's called his actual name. He's been fighting for what seems like a while already, though he thinks the main thing that's troublesome about it is is that his enemy never seems to waver. Sure, he's smashed the shit out of some mechanical bears, but there are always more to replace those. It isn't like when he was fighting the scientists; he doesn't actually feel like he's getting anywhere.

"No," he snarls, and then he swings around to send a saber-toothed tiger flying into the trees. He turns back to Galen, panting hard and teeth bared.

"...do you?" He means that.

[gleans]

Hoooooly shit. Galen watches the animal go flying, wide eyes darting back to the Hulk when he turns. It takes him a second to answer.

"Uh -- no, just -- keep up the good work? And... maybe keep an eye on Jesse." Not that he doesn't want everyone in the fight to be safe (and not that he's even sure this... form of Bruce even knows who Jesse is), but he's worried. "His... his lungs. They aren't great."

[greenisnteasy]

The Hulk turns his head, distracted by motion, once Galen starts to talk, but the request snaps his attention back into place and he frowns down at him. Being out this time -- it isn't like the other times. It's hard for him to say that he feels like himself because he doesn't quite know what that even is; he's had so few chances to be himself, outside of all the white-out rage. These people, they keep asking him for help.

One of these puny people is punier than the others. That is concerning. Still frowning, though now it's more contemplative, he looks out at the people fighting with him, and then back at Galen.

"Which one?"

[gleans]

"Uh." Shit, how does he describe Jesse in the middle of all this fighting mess? "He's about my height, dark hair, hooded sweatshirt, he's using a fucking lead pipe as a weapon -- he's over there." Galen points in the direction Jesse has gone; he's not in the thick of things, exactly, but he's close enough to danger.

"He's not moving much since he runs out of breath pretty fast. Just -- if you could watch out for him, I'd... really, really appreciate it."

[greenisnteasy]

The Hulk hadn't really picked a name for him yet, but thanks to this guy, he's got it: Wheezy Man. Wheezy Man rode on his back; they'd fought together, and it was good, and he was nice. Wheezy Man's friend seems okay, too. The Hulk nods.

"He has a stupid weapon." Don't let him do that next time, Wheezy Man's Friend!