anyastark:

Anya looked at the outside of the building and considered her options. She had already taken a tour of the inside of the firehouse and it wasn't in bad shape. It definitely had the space and facilities to serve as a headquarters for her new team. There was another location she was considering, but that one was a little too far from campus for her tastes. This one was closer to MIT and even had parking facilities. It would be a good headquarters for her new team.

She just had to get the new team together.

She already had Rok as a member and Molly helping out. She just had to find a few more to fill the roster and make the team. There was one person she had in mind, she would just have to go to the West Coast and talk to him. There were still about four others to go. Mom could help find potential members. It would give her something to do and she did have access to SHIELD's files, not to mention it would be a huge help.

"Miss Stark?" the Realtor asked.

Anya blinked and came out of her reverie. She smiled. "It's perfect. I'll take it." Her smile grew. "I'll have one of my people contact you." Anya was still only seventeen and couldn't legally purchase real estate, but the Maria Stark Foundation could do it for her and serve as the funding for the Thunderbolts.

"Great," the woman said. "I look forward to hearing from your people."

"Thank you for showing me this place," Anya said to the woman. Now she just had to make a list of supplies and equipment the team would need and of course contact potential members.

ng_weaponx:

Tessa Reece walked down the crowded and busy sidewalk of New York. She hadn't stayed at Xavier's long. It just didn't seem like her kind of place, so she made her way back to the city. She had managed to find a room in an apartment with three other people. They seemed nice enough and Tessa kept to herself.

She had even found a waitressing job at a nice restaurant and the pay was actually pretty decent. In all she hadn't done too badly for herself.

She walked and was oblivious to the man following her.

There was a sharp prick in the back of her neck and her vision blurred. The man appeared next to her and then the two of them disappeared. Another wayward child was brought back into the fold of the family.

nextgen_baddie:

3:00 am EST Somewhere in  Hills of Southern Georgia....



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dont_bug_me:

She wasn't sure how long she had been running, but it had almost certainly been far too long.  Days of looking over her shoulder, stealing power from electrical grids, eating sparingly of what small food stores she could take with her, days of running.  She hadn't seen any of the Masters of Evil in at least a day, but that didn't mean they'd forgotten about her.  Not by a long shot.

But she had finally made it to New York City, finally made it to Avengers Mansion.  She had to let them know.  No matter what it cost her.  The Masters had to be stopped.

Why had she ever hooked up with them in the first place?  Because she'd been bored.  Because it sounded like a good way to get a cheap thrill.  And then, almost from the first outing, she'd been appalled by what she'd  seen.  She'd thought they'd just do things like rob banks or steal pieces of technology or something.  She never expected to get caught up in vendettas or associating with murderers.  And so she'd done what she could to mitigate that.

Until they'd tried to murder the Rogers boy in a public spectacle.  And that had been the last sign that she hadn't belonged there, ever.  But she'd stayed, because she thought maybe, just maybe, she could keep track of them, try something, maybe get some of the others to walk.

But she couldn't.  They weren't like her.  Weren't redeemable.

And when she'd tried to contact SHIELD about the ambush at the prisoner transfer... she'd gotten sloppy and gotten caught.  But she was here now.  Safe... enough.

And terribly close to being out of power.  As she cleared the top of the mansion gates, her wings shut down, sending her crashing into the lawn below.