Second Chances Rpg

Who: Quill, Gamora, Scott, with some walk-ons by Eleanor and Groot
What: Try to plan a heist
When: Today
Where: The Benatar
Status: Complete log
Warnings: These boys and their mouths



“... So, once we’re past the security system, we need to get here…” Scott pointed at the particle storage vault on his hand drawn diagram of the layout of Pym Tech… He closed his eyes, feeling like an icepick was stabbing through it. Fucking alien dwarves, he thought spitefully, chugging water, as if that would somehow make up for the gallons of beer her drank last night.

“There’s another bioscan at this point, so...” He realized that the thought that Hope would deal with that was the automatic thought that popped up. He wondered when he would stop forgetting she wasn’t here, and whether that would feel even worse when it happened. Then his throbbing brain took a brief detour into the fantasy of an alternate universe Hope just waiting at Cross Tech to be liberated along with the particles.

I wonder if that counts as another chick’s pants, if it’s the same chick? He decided that he would wait to ask Peter about that when Gamora wasn’t around. He guessed this was probably a sore subject.

Eleanor had decided that she'd been in the apartment long enough. She was also pretty sure that if she could get the green chick on her own for five minutes, she might have a shot with her. Having battled her hangover with three bloody Marys, Eleanor felt prepared to face the world.

Making her way out onto the roof, she saw that a metal set of stairs extended to the landing pad from a hatch located halfway up the ship. She climbed them and began to step over the threshold when an alarm sounded and the weird little stump kid came rushing out of no where to kick her.

“Groot!” Gamora scooped up the sprout as he started pummelling Eleanor’s leg. “Excellent perimeter security, you did catch the intruder, but threat level is DEFCON 6 right now..… No, she is not Queen of the pigeons, she fed a pigeon once….. You need to watch your mouth little man, Rocket is not here to… I don’t care what your dad says, you’re not even big enough to say frickin.” Gamora didn’t disagree with the kid, it was rude to board someone else’s ship, but she couldn’t exactly let him beat up civilians.

“Sorry, security protocols,” she said simply, putting Groot down. He ran back to where Peter and Scott were going over plans and tugged on Peter’s pant leg.

“Scott, did you invite a friend?” she asked over her shoulder.

“I came here for you, Poison Ivy,” Eleanor replied, looking over at the drawings. Whatcha doing?”

Peter grabbed the little tree and picked him up, “I know man, sometimes moms just don't get it, it's cool. Me and Shangalang, here we got your back.” Peter looked at Scott, The fuck man, did you invite her? plain on his face.

“We’re busy,” Peter's voice was flat.

Scott made a face and shook his head. This was all he needed, the more people who were involved, the more likely his kid would figure out what he was doing, and knowing Cassie, she’d probably insist on being in on the heist.

“I think she’s just here to hit on your wife,” he said in a low voice. “Although, we might need a getaway driver. You can’t underestimate the importance of a wild card diversion in a situation like this.”

“Give the man a gold star,” Eleanor said as she looked down at the table, “Although if Minty Fresh here doesn't throw a girl a bone, I might be interested in…” Eleanor appraised Scott frankly, “Causing a wild card diversion.”

“Nobody is hitting on anybody,” Gamora rolled her eyes at Scott. She wondered how Peter could find a wisecracking criminal mastermind to befriend no matter what reality they were in. “We have more important things to focus on right now.”

She looked at Peter, silently asking if he wanted her to kick their newest visitor out.

He appraised Eleanor, looked back at Gamora and then over at Scott, “Your call, man.”

Wishing that he had taken a few more aspirin, Scott rubbed a hand over his face and turned to Eleanor. “Look, I have a few questions first. Number one, how do you feel about law enforcement? Number two, have you ever been arrested, if so what for?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Are we playing, ‘never have I ever’?” Eleanor noticed that Scott had good shoulders, she wondered what his abs were like.

“Cops are buzzkilling fun haters, duh,”. She rolled her eyes, “No, l’ve never been arrested, but I've been in over eight hundred versions of hell. I'm pretty much the worst.” She moved in next to Scott and looked down at the paper.

“What's my cut?”

“There are no cuts,” Gamora put a hand on her hip and looked at Peter. “Your whole plan is already a bad idea, that screams of far too much alcohol. But if we’re doing it, we’re going to be professionals about it. We’re not taking amateur cannon fodder in with us, no matter how hot your new friend thinks she is.”

She turned to Eleanor. “Look, there’s clearly been a misunderstanding somewhere. I don’t know what Scott told you, but this isn’t a thing you need to be involved in.”

“Whoa, jolly green, I'm already involved. You want me to keep quiet, I'm going to need a fifth of tequila and about a gallon of shrimp scampi, capice?” Eleanor didn't care whether or not she went along. But she knew an opportunity when she saw one.

Peter looked disgusted, “Tequila and shrimp, got it.” Unable to help himself, he slid his hand under the back of Gamora’s shirt, her warm skin grounding him, “Groot, buddy, you're on security today right? Can you escort our guest to the door? Like a professional man, no kicking.”

The little voice proclaimed, “IAMGROOT” and marched Eleanor towards the door.

“Okay. Gamora, our plan might not be a good plan yet, but it's gonna be. We’ll go through it and if you still don't like it, then it's off.” He gave Scott a look which said plainly, “Dude, I like you, but I get naked with her.

“I didn't tell her anything,” Scott couldn't keep the defensiveness out of his voice. “You check out a chick once in a hallway…. I'm telling you she was only here to see if she can convince you to bat for the other team.” Gamora looked not only pissed, but also confused by the idiom, and Scott decided that it was not his job to explain that Eleanor wanted to get in her very tight pants and wisely, he thought, changed the subject.

“As I was saying, the last time I went in, I was specifically focused on the Yellowjacket suit, which if we get the chance to destroy, great,”. Scott pointed at the suit pod on his map briefly, then moved his finger to the lab and adjacent particle containment, “Right now what we need are the particles and tech to set up a lab here. If we can take down the main power to the lab space, we have a 15 second window before the backup generators are online, which is optimal time to do the most damage. I mean if we can take the security system down, it's your basic smash and grab.”

Studying the sketch, Peter thought for a minute, “I'm thinking a 21st century Terran bioscan unit isn't going to be too much of a problem, but how much tech are we talking about?”

He rested his chin on Gamora’s shoulder, thinking, “Any ideas on the number of security personnel on the perimeter and inside?”

Scott thought about what he might need and shrugged. “I’ll make a list. I have some shrinking disks so we should be able to fit it all in your European man purse.” He pointed at Peter’s satchel on the counter.

“Two patrolling outside, plus the one at the gate. Another two at the main security checkpoint. Hmm…” Scott ran a hand through his hair. “Five patrolling inside the building, plus the supervisor. Plus he had two guarding the suit and four or five in the lab, but I don’t know if that was just for the big reveal. Best we assume not.”

Gamora leaned back against Peter’s chest. “So eighteen in total? And these are just normal Terran men, no powers of any kind? That’s child’s play…. Are you sure I’m not allowed to kill them?”

“No killing,” Peter looked down at the map again, “Dude. It's a sling bag. It's fucking amazing. Thor tried to steal it from me.” He grinned and then looked serious again.

“Anywhere close we can land the ship? I'm not loving the idea of trying to get out of Dodge on roads I don't know and in a vehicle that can't fly.”

Scott thought for a minute. “There’s a helipad behind the building that might be big enough. Which also conveniently gets us past the front gate. What we really need is a hacker though, for overwatch. Maybe take down the security systems?”

Bending to lean her elbows on the table, Gamora studied the map Scott had drawn again. “Please don’t think I don’t want to do this, because I am 100% on board with the idea,” she sighed. “But the three of us aren’t going to be enough. I can absolutely take out 18 guards. What I can’t do is be at every point in the building at the same time to do it before one of them calls the police. And if we’re all in the building, who is taking down the power and security systems? Who is downloading their data while you’re shrinking an entire lab? We literally need more bodies we can trust.”

Peter looked at Scott and sighed, "She's right. We don't have the crew for this." He crossed his arms over his chest, "Man, look. Is there any way to keep the kid safe while we figure this out?"

“I'm not sure,” Scott ran a hand through his hair. “I don't even know what she did to dose her body permanently. So I don't even know if keeping her from changing size is even fucking helping.”

He wanted to punch something. “I can stick my helmet on her, that's what I'm going to need to do, but then I'm practically useless. And the monsters just keep coming through the portal.”

Groot had climbed up onto the table to analyze the plans, looking as much like Peter as a tree possibly could, as he clearly tried to figure out a solution that the grownups couldn't find. Gamora resisted the urge to pick him up and hold him close. She had forgotten how fast he had gotten independent and was already missing her cuddly baby tree again. “This is your kid, Scott, that's the most important thing. We’ve got your back. We just need to figure out who else we trust.”