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[pursuitofcappiness]

Who: EVERYONE INTERESTED INCLUDING YOU **If you want, we can handwave that Steve contacted everyone about it over the network but I don't want to spam the comm.**
What: RESCUE PARTY
When: After whenever Lydia posted to the network that Bruce disappeared, Steve asked her to tell everyone interested in finding him to meet up at the fountain.Where: Fountain!

Steve's at the fountain, checking his wristwatch in case anyone calls, making ocassional rounds because he's anxiously waiting to leave. He's carrying his shield, which looks rather out of place with his civvies.

He was at home, so he brought a couple bike helmets and some small weapons for people to carry into the woods, just in case.

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[beenunmade]

The energy in the air was certainly different than it had been when he had arrived. When he had prepared to loose another arrow even if it would barely do anything but keep them distracted. Clint never truly missed a thing, he'd come into the mix when Tony was mentioning something about electricity before Loki touched him. Even a blind man could notice it was something Loki had done. Clint put away his arrow just as Tony was putting the robots out of their misery before looking between Sharon and Stark. There was very little concern in him if the robots were fried beyond repair -- somehow he didn't think anyone would weep over the electronics that their kidnappers had sent after them to keep them out of the woods.

"'m sure Coulson could get him to talk about it when the time comes." Clint allowed a smirk to form on his face. He might have said anything but his eyes had focused on Loki. It was all good and well when it came to the fact that they were just standing around when they should have been moving.

He waited for a moment or two before stepping over to check out the robots, kicking them a little. They were reduced to being a large pile of scraps before trying to focus a little more further into the forest as if he was trying to see anything else coming their way. The last thing they needed was to be overpowered before pulling his bow over his shoulder and starting to turn away. "I checked another location in the forest, I don't think Banner is that way if that's the reason y'all are out here." He was sure the robot was still disposed of over where he had come from -- or it was gone. Off to be repaired like the cameras in town.

He patted Loki's shoulder, not much a mark of concern but for understanding. "Loki's right...we should keep movin'. Dealin' with robots isn't why we're all here. There's still places we haven't checked and we're wastin' our energy dealing with this crap." They had definitely won for now. He wasn't holding out too much hope if more decided to show up.

[agentx13]

Sharon studies the three of them, assessing them for injuries, and she adds a kick of her own to Clint's. The move is mostly to buy herself time while she processes everything. Stark's sudden abilities that Loki might truly expect people to think are genuine. Their odds against more of these robots - and she's sure there are more.

Bottom line. Their odds aren't good. Time to change the rescue mission and do more to factor it into her escape plan. She'd gotten some intel - certainly more than she had before. Now it was the time to try and turn the tables, however slightly.

"We're heading back to town. Tony, salvage what you can. I'll help you carry it. Barton, cover us, let us know if something's coming." She moved to Tony and his robot, her body language conveying what she hoped was permission to direct her in the matter, and to do it quickly. If he really wanted the Iron Man armor, he'd need parts, after all. And she suspected she wanted him to have Iron Man armor almost as much as he did.

"Loki, do you have it in you to transport us your way, or are we walking?"

[manofiron]

While everyone else sorts themselves out and Loki makes mildly amusing quips, Tony stands staring down at the robots. He feels wrung out, raw and hypersensitive, a little like skin left too long exposed in the sun. It’s not a wholly pleasant sensation, but it’s a new one, and much as he wishes that he could do it again, he knows that he can’t. For one moment, he was connected to something so much greater than himself, and he wants to jack himself back into it, feel alive in a way he doubts he’ll ever feel again.

But he knows he’s going to try to find it. Maybe he’ll spend all of his life searching, experimenting with technology far too advanced for most people to comprehend. And he’ll either reach that pinnacle again or die trying. Life’s certainly been lost in the pursuit of less.

“All of it.” He sounds a little scratchy to his own ears, so he clears his throat and licks his lips before trying again. “I want all of it.” Never mind that time is of the essence and that it’s dangerous out here. They can leave him behind for all he cares. But right here is the solution to his problem. Enough metal that, with a considerable amount of time, he could reshape and rebuild into a version of his own suit.

Turning, he looks at each of them in turn. Loki pinned the power on him; whether or not that’s believed by the others, Tony won’t give the lie away. But he wants to talk to him, and as he glances over them, he lets his eyes linger on Loki for a split second longer than the rest, hoping that he reads that desire to talk in his expression. But to them all, with casual nonchalance, he asks, “Think you guys can help me drag it back?”

[laevisilaufeyson]

Loki hums softly, considering. The threads of magic he has left in him are scant. If he were to draw on his own life force, pull the energy from his own body, perhaps, yes, he could accomplish all of this but that takes much, much longer to renew. It isn't worth it.

“I can take all of what remains here or I can take us back, but not both.” The ultimatum. Though not much of one. As long as they hurry, he doubts they're likely to be attacked again when trying to leave. That is, after all, the point of these things, he expects: to act as a deterrent, not simply a weapon. If that were not so, they'd have attacked the town already.

“Your choice.” Either way, he intends to take a nap once they get back. Preferably a very long and wholly uninterrupted one.

“I suggest you make it quickly,” he adds, head tilted faintly to one side as he listens for any signs of further activity.

Either is simple enough, banish the corpses of the robots to the place between things and call them back later, when needed, or banish all of them there and pull them out elsewhere. It's simply that trying to account for too many things at once is draining, and a deity Loki may have been, but he's organic, too. Not infallible. Certainly not invulnerable or omnipotent. Right now, mostly just sore and tired and feeling, for once, something of his age.

[beenunmade]

There was more of an annoyed sigh coming from Clint before moving over to the robot. He wasn't gifted with super-strength or anything of the like. But give him something to drag around and he'll yank it around. He didn't think they were too deep in the woods to at least try. Clint wasn't really looking forward to carting the robot back into town, but it was better than wasting their only magical resource they had down to their bare minimum at this point. He looked out for others, what could he say? Even if the other person was Loki and he couldn't very well say he was always looking out for Loki's well-being.

It sort of aggravated him.

"I'll help move it, can't be heavier than some things 've moved." Recently. Clint was pretty sure it couldn't be heavier than Loki was by any definition of the word. He supposed the robots could help Tony get in the air as someone formidable when it came to the people who'd captured them. But his mind was going to if Stark could figure out a way to trace them back to the people who were controlling them. If it had been something remote or programmed. He didn't know if Tony's mind had wandered to that. But his had certainly done so.

[agentx13]

Sharon doesn't say it aloud, but her line of thinking is in keeping with Loki's. So long as they retreat, they should be left alone. And she'd never held out much hope that they would find Natasha or the others. And yet...

She turns toward the barrier for several seconds, her hands on her hips. The urge to keep going, to keep trying to escape... But no. It would be suicide at this point. She needs to be smart about this.

She turns back and hefts parts of one of the robots. "Conserve your energy, Loki. You've done... We're grateful for what you've done so far. Stark, you okay to help? We've got to walk... How far?" She looks to Loki to check the distance. The question is twofold. She isn't just curious for the walk back, she wants to know to gauge the distance for how far they have to go if they try to escape before they reach the barrier.

[manofiron]

The last thing that Tony wants is for anyone to get hurt because they’re worried about the shit he needs to make himself useful. It’s not going to happen. He’s not going to let it happen.

“Save your energy,” he tells Loki, echoing Sharon as he hunkers down to get a grip on the robot in front of him. “We can drag it back.”

He looks at her, nods an affirmative to her question. “I’m fine. I can do this. You okay there, Barton?”

He’s not an invalid. And he is strong. Maybe not as strong as Steve or like the people who have been trained and conditioned for combat. But the muscles that he does have aren’t for show, and he’s not going to ask anyone to help him do what he refuses to do himself.