10-29-2017, 03:09 AM
Jean-Paul Duchamp or otherwise known as Frenchie whistled an out of tune song as he laid on the helipad's flooring attempted to make repairs on the on the Mooncopter, which sadly didn't seem to work even for anything he did to it. Cramped under the large crescent-shaped aircraft he pried the wrench in his right hand on a large socket located on the engine. Snapping the socket loose black oil began to spew out lathering Frenchie's face in the viscous solution.
"Fils de pute!" Jean-Paul shouted quickly retightening the socket back in place and reaching for his tool-box to grab a rag to whip his.
"Mister Duchamp, this is Jarvis over the intercom, we have a guest in the lobby I'd advice that you come and introduce yourself."
"I'll be down there in just a moment mon amie Jarvis! J'espère juste une seconde pour mon travail pourrait être terminé à tout moment." Frenchie said whipping the oil off his face and crawling out from under the Mooncopter. With the rag, the Frenchmen cleaned his hands before making his way towards the tower entrance on the helipad section. Making his way down a hallway Frenchie stopped near the elevator door and called for it. A few seconds later the lift's door opened with a ding, Jean-paul stepped in turning around to face the chute door and pressed the button for the lobby floor.
Waiting for the sliding steel door to open again and allow him to enter the lobby Frenchie couldn't help but think how Marc and the others were doing. The riot they were dealing with was pretty chaotic and there was no telling how the stormtroopers would react with a group of vigilantes. Frenchie wished them the best of luck even if they could end up being attacked by both sides. The elevator's sliding door opened with another ding signaling Frenchie to exit. Exiting and making his way to the lobby Jean-Paul saw that the new guest and Blair were sitting opposite sides of each other in one of the many tables set in lobby's lounge area.
"Bonjour, bienvenue à notre nouvel invité," Frenchie said speaking in French and taking a seat beside the both of them.
"Ah, Jean-Paul you have arrived excellent."
As if right on time Jarvis came out of the kitchen with a plate in holding cups tea in his hands. Calmly the butler placed the plate of tea on the table before taking his seat, joining them.
"I do hope earl grey is ample mister Dust?" Jarvis said taking a sip of tea out of his own cup.
"It'll be fine mister Jarvis, from as I've seen you do well to your guests."
"It is my duty to serve, now as you were saying earlier, do explain what it is that you are inquiring the help of the Avengers?"
"Yes, of course." Dust said taking a sip of his tea.
*
Baron Zemo gazed blankly at the island laid out in front of him. The island was a laughing stock a mockery to his former success if it wasn't for Hydra losing the second world war the so-called Avengers would never exist. The seas salty air breezed past him as the technologically advanced ship he was standing on slowly began to close in on the tower. The Hydra commanders purple masked face's eyes squinted as they set upon what was a memorial for Captain America and several other fallen heroes.
"Captain Hans."
"Yes, Baron Zemo," Hans said dashing behind the commander.
"Make sure your men dig up our great Captain America's grave, I want to keep his shield as a souvenir," Zemo said placing both of his hand's behind his back.
"Yes, sir! Hail Hydra!" He shouted raising both his fists in the air.
"Yes indeed, Hail Hydra." Zemo's eyes narrowed back to the tower.
"I must thank you and your organization for the armor and weapons Zemo."
Zemo shifted his head towards Hicmen Cardona who was now standing beside him. Zemo chuckled inside his head at the sight of the foolish boy. It was a very laughable subject to Heinrich due to the fact that it was Hydra that killed his father, not the Avengers, the only thing other than that which made the subject worst was that others had insisted on calling the boy the Black Knight.
"It was merely nothing, now ready yourself, Blow their front door off its hinges!"
*
"So as for me asking this would the rest of your team be willing to help me?" Dus said holding his cup out for Jarvis to pour more tea into it.
"I have no doubt in m-" Jarvis' words were completely forced to halt by an explosion that ripped through the lobby's front door.
The foursome quickly jumped out of their seats turning their eyes towards the smoking rubble. Slowly from the cloud of dust and debris, a rapier pierced through it following by a full a body of a man with a purple hood-like mask attached to his face and chest and soon after another came through this one set with black knight's armor from head to toe.
"Hello heroic Avengers, it's great to be home a pity the other are not here and to think I had brought presents."
"Fils de pute!" Jean-Paul shouted quickly retightening the socket back in place and reaching for his tool-box to grab a rag to whip his.
"Mister Duchamp, this is Jarvis over the intercom, we have a guest in the lobby I'd advice that you come and introduce yourself."
"I'll be down there in just a moment mon amie Jarvis! J'espère juste une seconde pour mon travail pourrait être terminé à tout moment." Frenchie said whipping the oil off his face and crawling out from under the Mooncopter. With the rag, the Frenchmen cleaned his hands before making his way towards the tower entrance on the helipad section. Making his way down a hallway Frenchie stopped near the elevator door and called for it. A few seconds later the lift's door opened with a ding, Jean-paul stepped in turning around to face the chute door and pressed the button for the lobby floor.
Waiting for the sliding steel door to open again and allow him to enter the lobby Frenchie couldn't help but think how Marc and the others were doing. The riot they were dealing with was pretty chaotic and there was no telling how the stormtroopers would react with a group of vigilantes. Frenchie wished them the best of luck even if they could end up being attacked by both sides. The elevator's sliding door opened with another ding signaling Frenchie to exit. Exiting and making his way to the lobby Jean-Paul saw that the new guest and Blair were sitting opposite sides of each other in one of the many tables set in lobby's lounge area.
"Bonjour, bienvenue à notre nouvel invité," Frenchie said speaking in French and taking a seat beside the both of them.
"Ah, Jean-Paul you have arrived excellent."
As if right on time Jarvis came out of the kitchen with a plate in holding cups tea in his hands. Calmly the butler placed the plate of tea on the table before taking his seat, joining them.
"I do hope earl grey is ample mister Dust?" Jarvis said taking a sip of tea out of his own cup.
"It'll be fine mister Jarvis, from as I've seen you do well to your guests."
"It is my duty to serve, now as you were saying earlier, do explain what it is that you are inquiring the help of the Avengers?"
"Yes, of course." Dust said taking a sip of his tea.
*
Baron Zemo gazed blankly at the island laid out in front of him. The island was a laughing stock a mockery to his former success if it wasn't for Hydra losing the second world war the so-called Avengers would never exist. The seas salty air breezed past him as the technologically advanced ship he was standing on slowly began to close in on the tower. The Hydra commanders purple masked face's eyes squinted as they set upon what was a memorial for Captain America and several other fallen heroes.
"Captain Hans."
"Yes, Baron Zemo," Hans said dashing behind the commander.
"Make sure your men dig up our great Captain America's grave, I want to keep his shield as a souvenir," Zemo said placing both of his hand's behind his back.
"Yes, sir! Hail Hydra!" He shouted raising both his fists in the air.
"Yes indeed, Hail Hydra." Zemo's eyes narrowed back to the tower.
"I must thank you and your organization for the armor and weapons Zemo."
Zemo shifted his head towards Hicmen Cardona who was now standing beside him. Zemo chuckled inside his head at the sight of the foolish boy. It was a very laughable subject to Heinrich due to the fact that it was Hydra that killed his father, not the Avengers, the only thing other than that which made the subject worst was that others had insisted on calling the boy the Black Knight.
"It was merely nothing, now ready yourself, Blow their front door off its hinges!"
*
"So as for me asking this would the rest of your team be willing to help me?" Dus said holding his cup out for Jarvis to pour more tea into it.
"I have no doubt in m-" Jarvis' words were completely forced to halt by an explosion that ripped through the lobby's front door.
The foursome quickly jumped out of their seats turning their eyes towards the smoking rubble. Slowly from the cloud of dust and debris, a rapier pierced through it following by a full a body of a man with a purple hood-like mask attached to his face and chest and soon after another came through this one set with black knight's armor from head to toe.
"Hello heroic Avengers, it's great to be home a pity the other are not here and to think I had brought presents."
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