shield_maiden:

The training room at the Defender's compound had been designed to withstand all that the inhabitants could dish out. Today Svalin was inside and pushing the room and the program to its limit. The enemies she faced were just holograms, but force fields gave them the ability to hit and be hit. It also allowed the creation of unlimited enemies at unlimited power levels.

Sweat ran down Svalin's face and soaked her clothes. Her arms felt heavy and Vigfrior seemed to weigh more as time passed. She didn't know how many enemies she had face or how long she had been in the room, but she didn't feel like she was ready to stop just yet.

A troll charged at her and she ducked beneath the swing of his club and jabbed at the back of his kneed with the end of staff-Vigfrior. The troll stumbled and Vigfrior shifted into a war hammer and Svalin brought it down on the back of the troll's head. The troll went down and Svalin spun on a heel and swung the hammer at the troll that had been coming up behind her. It connected with the thing's stomach and it doubled over. Svalin spun the hammer around and brought it up in an upswing connecting with the troll's chin. The thing was lifted off its feet and went sailing through the air.

With the brief pause Svalin glanced over at the control room. Solver's carrier sat on a shelf next to the control panel and he was fast asleep sitting inside of it. Svalin smiled and turned back to a new batch of enemies.

anyastark:

Anya stood at the corner across from the Thunderbolts HQ waiting for the light to change and the crosswalk signal to come on. She held a paper bag that contained a few containers of Indian food in it since she worked through dinner. A few hours in the lab and Martin's laptop had been modified in order for him to be able to use it. Now it was time to eat and get back to the dozen things she had to read for Ren Tech. After calling her parents and wishing them a happy anniversary and see how they liked her gift. They had been married for three years. Who would have thunk it?

The light changed and Anya crossed Hampshire street. She reached the other side and reached for the door handle of the entrance to the renovated firehouse that served as the TBotls HQ. The blow she didn't see coming hit her on the back of the head and blackness enveloped her.

A large man caught the body before it fell to the ground and picked her up as if she were nothing more than a doll. He put her over his shoulder and walked off into the night.

The next day a picture and a note was delivered to Xavier's Institute For Higher Learning addressed to Misha Romanov.