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Spider-Man     The flurries that fall are light. The snow that was piled up remains, but it won't remain forever. Heavy-duty plows, from all sorts of local, Paladin, or FEMA sources, are busy trying to clear the streets to let emergency services and other workers get power restored. Every so often, another neighborhood lights back up, the heat comes back on, and the city gets a little bit more back to being alive.

    Tombstone and Hammerhead are currently contained at the precinct, at special Enhanced Persons containment cells. One each, neighboring. Gargan is in the hospital, handcuffed to deal with his constant efforts to stab doctors, and to deal with the efforts to scratch the bandages and early grafts off. Tombstone's leg is in a heavy splint. They couldn't perform surgery or any scans. He's a solid mass on the x-rays, and the bonesaw snapped in half on his leg, so they just have to hope he heals right on his own. Both of their suits are a wreck.

    There's other men available to speak to. Aaron Davis has a FEMA shelter near the bombings. Spider-Man hasn't had time to go home, he's been on his feet for at least the last 48 hours, trying to help out the emergency workers. The SHIELD VIP is a bit in limbo, staying at his safehouse apartment still, but chronically worried. Gargan's lab is still being decontaminated and cleaned, but the information there could still be useful. Tombstone's remaining drug operations are being dismantled by low-risk early-morning daylight SWAT raids, first priority after the Paladins took out the boss and scattered the Maggias.

    The white wind no longer howls. The city heaves a choked breath, and its heart yet beats. People walk the streets. A man finds a delivery truck that was turned into a pyre, and screams at his insurance company over unsteadily-restored cellphone reception. Doctors try to find scattered trays lodged partially in hospital walls. They are rare collectibles, valued at high prices.
Ritsuka Fujimaru      Jeanne has been a little stuck herself. Not by force or anything, no. Instead, she's been poking around the area near the safehouse apartments seeking the whereabouts of the SHIELD agent. Alas, not having an actual name to use, simply demanding the wherabouts of "the SHIELD agent" may not be the most helpful of things to ask.

     It probably also doesn't help that she's still wearing her armor, her swords are still on her person, her flag smells like burnt fabric and metal, and that she's just been yelling at random people to take her to said SHIELD agent.
Orchid      It was a long night, in more senses than one.

     The fact that no one has 'quarantined' Orchid as a possible maverick has her feeling off balance. She did the one thing she was built to help prevent, and is still trying to deal with it.

     She killed a human.

     Unable to deal with that completely (or much at all) she's been trying to help out with the clean-up. Mostly by finding other emergency workers who looked over-stressed and taking them somewhere to rest.

     So she finds her way over to where Spider-Man is, and watches for a minute before speaking. "When was the last time you got any rest? I can tell from here that your balance is suffering. "
Reyes     Reyes needed some time to compose himself and regain some of his strength after that exertion... but with the storm dying down, he's been zooming all around the city, scanning the technological infrastructure for breaks in the power and data grids and reporting the -exact- location and nature of problems to service workers.

    That should drastically cut down on how much time's wasted troubleshooting and hunting for the point of a breakage.

    But one man can only do so much. Eventually, he comes down near the FEMA shelter, the angelic wings of his armor's flight pack fizzling out and turning into just a skeletal framework that folds up tightly into the pack. Most of the armor's Techno-Wizardry dims, then ceases glowing.

    But as he walks towards it, looking for somewhere to maybe collapse for a few minutes, a horrible noise plays in his head. A sickening CRUNCH.

    The young man shudders and shakes his head to clear it, then removes his helmet... "Why wouldn't the guy listen..."
Doctor Strange      Doctor Strange is in New York, and for the first time in a while, he doesn't feel like he's dressed for winter in Alaska. That in itself is a victory. He tries to remind himself of that, but his mind keeps drifting back to the robot. Or maybe it was a guy in powered armor. It doesn't matter. Somehow, he'd known not only what the Sorcerer Supreme had been doing, but information only a few people were privy to. Some of those people are SHIELD. Perhaps 'were' is a better word, if Hammerhead is right about the agency's ties to the Cartel.

     His brow furrows as he slips a grey hoodie over the white t-shirt. He winces as the wounds from earlier act up. The Sling Ring is slipped onto his index and middle fingers. Strange traces a circle and makes a portal about a block away from the precinct where Hammerhead and Tombstone are being held. He steps out into the streets and pauses, trying to clear out the worry that gnaws at his mind. How dirty is SHIELD? How much do they know about him? Did they put together a psych profile? Is that where the robot got his?

     Strange takes a deep breath, shaking his head. He enters into the precinct, pushing past the doors. This is one thing, one rare thing, he figures, where it's best not to step on toes. His Paladin badge is in his hand, called forth from the Sanctum in an instant, that he might flash it authoritatively to the officer working the front desk. "I'm here to see Tombstone."

THE CELL

     "Who's the Winter Soldier work for? How do I find him?"
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone had been helping with emergency workers for a while after the end of the fight, it was a long night and she was glad she was a cyborg, she was concerned about Orchid she has seen something happened. Kotone didn't kill people often if she could help it and still felt a sense of sickness afterwards. She feared the day she'd lose that uneasy feeling herself. She'd not taken an eye off Orchid as she'd helped with cleaning and otherwise aiding people with the aftermath of the whole affair. She intends to talk to her friend but later right now she's also concerned about Spider-Man.

"Hey Mr. Wallcrawler I think you have earned some rest at this point you should get some before you start seeing things coming out of the walls."
Ryouma Sakamoto     Not far behind Strange - in fact, perhaps he got a lift - Ryouma also wishes to meet with Tombstone. That means Oryou is there too - floating behind him, still heavily bruised but refusing to do anything like 'wear bandages' because she's entirely too proud for that. She must be significantly calmer now, if she's fine being in an enclosed space with Tombstone.

    Or she figures if he does anything she'll finish what the tank started. You know, one or the other.

    Of course, his questions are way less pointed. He doesn't have the purpose Strange does in being there, he just... wants to chat. Wants to see 'what now'. Wants a clearer picture of what the massive man wanted to do.

    "Mister Thompson," he says in greeting, taking his hat off to be polite. "Will you be using that leg again? You seem the kind of man who won't let something like that get in his way, abilities or not."
    Oryou just huffs.
Spider-Man     Jeanne finds the man's apartment being taken apart meticulously by Paladin investigators with fancy scanners. One moves to tell Jeanne this is a restricted area, but another waves him back, explaining, "She helped out. Don't lose your fingers over regs." The Paladins are smart folks, and they know when to give space and avoid being Dumb Authority. She's allowed up to the safehouse. "Please don't make this a big issue. We still need that guy for questioning. We're pretty sure he's got a big hand in this. Even SHIELD Internal Affairs wants in on this."

    The man is out smoking on the balcony. He has to keep back from Paladin agents who wave detectors over crates, boxes, and loose sections of floorboard. A Paladin peacekeeper keeps watch over him, as well as a SHIELD agent in a suit. Both are armed. They are not here to keep people away from him. They're here for the opposite thing.
Ritsuka Fujimaru      The first to confront Jeanne gets a withering glare and a strategically placed hand on her sword. The second gets an approving smirk and a lowering of that hand. ".... Fingers. Of course."

     That's all it would be. Clearly. "It won't be an issue if he doesn't lie to me. I know the importance of recovery, and it wouldn't be the right time."

     Without elaborating on what that time would be for, Jeanne proceeds to the safehouse. She takes her time getting up there, though, as something nags at the back of her mind. Why /is/ she complying with all of this so easily? Why /isn't/ she just torching the place, knowing that whatever Gargan said about their surveillance and use of that information to poison pepople could very well be true?

     Why does she even care?

    Reaching the safehouse proper, she casts a nonplussed glance towards the peacekeeper and suited agent each, staring at them just long enough to make it uncomfortably long before turning to the VIP himself. "You there. SHIELD agent." She addresses the VIP, not even sparing a second glance towards the suited agent. "Gargan spoke of your employers surveilling people and poisoning their minds. Performing twisted experiments. Is that true? What sort of information did you have that was so important that he would be willing to raze this complex to the ground?"

     Never mind that she might have inadvertently caused a lot of that fire damage herself. Taking a seat, the Avenger crosses one leg over the other and rests a hand on her sword as a small grin crosses her face. "Answer me truthfully, and I won't kill you here and now. Lie, and I'll have to make myself a liar to the one that asked me not to make an issue here."
Spider-Man     Orchid and Kotone Yamakawa are each amid efforts similar to those of one Spider-Man. He's busy clearing ice, bench-pressing emergency service vehicles to clear the snow off them, and otherwise making it easier for men and women whose job it is to get everything up and running to get to do their job. Orchid gets a surprised "wuh?" before he wraps up his current task and approaches. "Hey! You're, uhhh... I never got your name! Or maybe I forgot it. Wow, you're both robots? That's really cool." He does look terribly tired. "Huh? Hey! How are you telling even with the goggles on?"

    He ignores his own posture problems. "Urgh. Well, I mean-- You know, what else can I do? People need help. I gotta help them. I can't just wait until the best time, you know? As long as I'm not so messed up that mistakes will make everything worse." He doesn't really know what Orchid went through, which is why it's strange that he says what he does. "You can't really spend all your time questioning yourself. Lot of the time, you just have to dive in, do the good things you can do, and try to clean things up later. Because you regret it more when you hesitate, you know? What if you'd just not acted? It really hurts when that happens. If you try, at least you tried when something bad happens. If you don't try, and then the bad things happen..." He shrugs. "Well, you know what I mean. Right?"
Reyes     It only takes a minute of thinking for Reyes to once again take off. Driven by some weird impulse of conscience.

    He flies at high-speed for the precinct that's imprisoned Tombstone, and flashes his Paladin ID while on the way to the cell if anyone questions this.

    This means it's not long until he's walking in behind Ryouma and Oryou.

    The young man awkwardly grunts. He's still wearing his helmet. It stills hows some sighs of where Tombstone crushed the visor, but some repairs have been applied in the meantime to repair the hermetic sealing.
Orchid      "While you make some valid points," Orchid notes to Spider-Man, "They don't really apply now. Yes, there's a lot to do, but it really isn't that urgent. If you burn out today, you won't be able to help at all tomorrow."

     "And yes, I am a robot, and my name is Orchid." She'll let Kotone introduce herself. "But still, what kind of person would I be if I saw someone trying to do too much and didn't urge them to rest before hurting themselves?"
Spider-Man     Strange gets in here pretty easily, as does Ryouma, Oryou, and Reyes. They've arrived before his transfer to Rikers. Tombstone speaks up pretty quickly. He traces his fingers over his broken leg, up and down. "Ah, the good doctor. I'd offer you a better chair to take a seat in, but sadly I'm not in charge of seating quality here. And the detective. I think I'll be... walking someday soon. The good thing about knowing the responsibility of one's power is that there's all sorts of people who want the help of a responsible man. Even if the Big Man of Crime isn't controlling the trades in the streets, well, there's always other matters to take care of." He says, filled with confidence. "You want answers. For someone like you, you'd have to beat them out of me. And someone like you /can't/ beat anything out of me. Ever." Even with a broken leg, his voice is powerful, his gut is strong, and most of all, he's still pretty tough. But a smile creeps over his lips.

    "Luckily for you, you walked in here with more bargaining chips than you thought. And while I'd be happy to inconvenience you for the sake of it, we're mostly grown men here. We all have better things to do than that." He crosses his arms. "I will tell you the name of the Winter Soldier's commander. I'll tell you how to find him -- though only as much as I know right now. That will settle the debt I have towards Odinson, the deal we made to put Gargan away and out of my business. The Maggias will owe me for keeping him out of our business. Think of it like a benefit passed on to you."

    "The man is a ghost. No real record of him. He thought so, anyway. But his name? Wolfgang von Strucker. A man strong enough to put his roots in SHIELD. I don't care about Gargan's conspiracies, but the men who supplied me had connections. Not every SHIELD agent is always... pure. You want to find him? Follow the trail. See where it takes you. Watch for the name."
Kotone Yamakawa "Kotone Yamakawa and I'm not a robot through your pretty close I'm a cyborg my body is full Prosthetic." She gives the wall-crawler a grin as she's not offended by being mistaken it's a pretty easy one to make right.

"Oh I understand that Spider-man but it's no good if you just keel over too, at least take a break get some food and something like a coffee into you. I can spot you if you don't mind Canadian monopoly money."

she looks to Orchid with some concern still on her face.

"When things settle down more Orchid I'd like to talk to you as well."
Doctor Strange      Strange was, of course, more than happy to give Ryouma and Oryou a lift. They're good people. An odd pair, but good people.

     "Thank you," Strange sincerely replies, with a grateful nod of his head towards Tombstone. "I'd also thank you for not making this personal," he adds with a more flat tone, "..but I know why they call you Tombstone." He pulls out a smartphone, unlocking it and very slowly entering notes. He mouths the name given to him as he does so.

     When he's finished, he peers thoughtfully at the screen. An idea strikes him. He looks back up at Tombstone, mouth curled into an inquisitive frown. "...There enough professional goodwill left between us for some intel on the robot that came and threatened to nuke the city? Doesn't seem like a... responsible... use of power."
Reyes     "Somehow I'm not surprised." Reyes states from the back of the group that's assembled at Tombstone. Stil, is that relief in his tone? "... you're tougher than a Juicer, man. You're telling me that leg'll just heal? ... Good. Then I don't gotta worry. ... if you're just bluffing though... I came here to do something about it..."

    Reyes files all of the explanations offered away on his armor's portable computer. Thank heavens for a recording suite.
Ryouma Sakamoto     "At least we're certainly agreed that putting those other big names behind bars was beneficial. It might not be quite the end you planned, but in a roundabout way you certainly forced things towards a conclusion that makes the city safer and stronger. For the time being, anyway," Ryouma says, not to flatter the Big Man of Crime but to state the obvious. Their goals did align in places, and he wasn't above praising the good a terrible situation created.

    A side-glance at Strange. "Sounds german. I've heard you all talk about Nazis and HYDRA before, but I'll have to ask for the full rundown sometime," Ryouma says.

    Oryou, for her part, glares at Tombstone's leg, then back at Ryouma. He nods, and she seems to become increasingly more annoyed.

    "Perhaps we could create some goodwill, mister Thompson, if the Doctor's tab is dry? Ah, Oryou can heal injuries, and I imagine the Doctor is more than capable of doing miracles where the hospital couldn't. It seems like mister Reyes is also offering. Between the three of us you could probably be walking in the next five minutes."

    Continuing on, Ryouma also adds: "Though I'm curious. What's next for the Big Man of Crime? What's next for New York?"
Spider-Man     The man smoking on the balcony startles suddenly, dropping the cigarette abruptly. "Jeez! Hey-- Wait! Hey, don't start that! Look, lady, it's--" He starts, glancing to the peacekeeper, who stands a bit ready.
    "We're hoping to know the same thing, Miss." He says, nodding, but keeping an official tone and position, trying to keep the exchange calm.

    "Look. I don't know how you heard about Project Insight. But, fine. You need to understand what's happening. Ever since the Battle of New York, things have been getting worse and worse. Worldwide. Terrorism, violent rebellions, tyrants -- we have to be able to deal with it precisely. Without the big explosions. Satellites that can scan DNA, cameras that can read faces from miles away, I know they can make you uncomfortable but at least they don't make you dead on some crazy alien's spear. We have to be able to track and understand if we're ever going to survive. That's all!!" As if that's supposed to be a small thing.

    The poisoning thing is something he tries to avoid. It's a conspicuous effort to avoid it. He's also clearly trying to make it sound better than whatever made Gargan upset.
Spider-Man     "Well, yeah, but," Spider-Man starts, leaning relaxedly against a wall and deciding to just sort of stick there. "If I burn out today and can't help tomorrow, that's a problem for tomorrow me, and not a problem for today me. And tomorrow, if a bunch of people are helped out, I'm sure they'll be helping out more people while I'm down."

    "If I make mistakes or tire myself out too much after this, I mean, I guess I might regret it. But, I think it's better regretting that kind of thing than regretting sleeping. Plus, I'm, um, I'm not sure if my heat is back yet. But probably soon." he takes a moment to take a deep breath and sigh. "Actually, though, you know, food sounds good. I don't know what's open right now, do you guys have like cyborg or robot brain scanning stuff to figure it out? I could really go for a pizza right now. Like an entire pizza. Do you think I can get stomach cramps from swinging on webs? Wait, no, I'm asking literally the two worst people to ask that in the whole world."
Orchid      Orchid nods to her friend. "Y-yeah. I'll need to... Yeah." She shakes her head. She doesn't like thinking about it, but knows that she needs to at some point, which is why she is so willing to turn back to Spider-Man. "And if getting you to eat will get you to take something of a break, I'll cover the price." She hooks a thumb over one shoulder back the way she came. "I saw a place about half a block away that was open. Personally, I find eyes more reliable than scanning the internet, for local stuff."
Spider-Man
    Tombstone gives Doctor Strange a wider smile. It bares sharp teeth. An entire row of them, like a shark's teeth. "A good reason." He says to the wizard. "The robot isn't one of mine. They were dealing with Gargan's suppliers, before, and not very honestly, I doubt they know either. Foreign, with foreign interests. If they keep sticking their necks out, someone will try to test an axe."

    "I've never been wounded since I got like this, tin man. But I have the feeling." Tombstone says to Reyes. "If I ever feel the limp, I'll remember the shallow grave I made for you." He stares through the psion's armor right at him.

    "No matter what happens now, I don't think my empire of control over the city will hold, detective." He shuts his eyes contemplatively. "The Maggias last forever. But there's too much competition in New York City. The Tombstone Family won't be able to keep the guns off the streets. I'll have to make sure my daughter moves to another city. Men like me? With power and responsibility? We're always in demand. I'll find gainful employment. The Big Man of Crime may not show his face much anymore. But I'll walk someday soon, because everyone has responsibilities they need fulfilled. It was only the Maggias first, not last."

    The offer is regarded with a blank stare. Pure altruism is just something people don't do to Tombstone. He's not confused, just unprocessing. "You can try." He says, gesturing to the leg. "Because I /know/ you can't hurt me any more." Not quite true, but still his own motivation to let them try if they want.
Doctor Strange      This Strucker figure obviously has it. But it's better no one else suspects that. It's better no one tips them off. Is Rogers one of them? Is he working for someone who is? Stark says he's just an advisor--but could they reach him regardless? Could they get to the kid? ...do they know what they have? The questions keep racing. "Later," says Strange evasively to Ryoma.

     "We didn't get involved with this to hurt you," says the man who kicked him in the face like a hundred times. The sorcerer raises his hands to his chest, crossing one over the other in a mystic gesture of binding. "Name a place on this world," says the casually-attired wizard. "I will guarantee your daughter's safe passage, with as many of her personal effects as she needs to live there."
Ritsuka Fujimaru      "Project...? Oh. That. Yes." Luckily for Jeanne, the informant is much more willing to explain what that is than she is to admit not having a clue what this was all about to begin with. Listening cautiously, the news of rebellions and tyrants seems to grabher attention, but only somewhat.

     Something to keep in mind later if she ever wants to start a few fires.

     "So you move carefully. That's nothing new. Nobles have their scouts, you have your own." She won't admit to not knowing what DNA is, of course, and she actually smirks while standing back up. "There's not much good it'll do if all you can do is cower behind your technology and lack strength, but... Your tenacity hasn't gone unnoticed."

     Jeanne takes a moment to search for a fridge to raid. It's a safehouse, so there's gotta be something worth munching on in here. Whether she does find something or not, however, her next destination is significantly closer to the VIP with a more focused glare. "Now what of the poisoning? And the experiments on people? How much truth is there in that?" The Servant taps her flag on the floor once, the end of the banner burning for a brief moment. "I did say I wouldn't kill you unless you lied. I didn't say what I'd do if you don't speak."
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa looks to Spider-man for a moment. "You think like some other people I know Spider-Man. As for the food? Pizza sounds good to me." Wait she can eat? Well, she's a cyborg right she must have some need of it still.

She sees Orchid's response. "Wehn you observe you an see which places have more people than others, a net search really can't do that and when we're done eating we should go talk to Arron I think."

with Orchid's offer of paying for it? She'll fall in with her and Spider-Man to go get something to eat.
Spider-Man     The SHIELD man gets tense. "I don't know what you're talking about. We don't poison anyone." The good thing about a fridge losing power in a snowstorm is that it's terribly unlikely to spoil anything. He's got the kind of things that a man too straight-laced to be quite real would have. He's almost tempted to ask her not to dig into his leftovers. Almost. It doesn't seem wise to him.

    Coincidentally, that's around the same time when a segment of wall gets carved through, and a hefty steel case is removed and opened, spilling runed flasks that gleam softly. The peacemaker steps very slightly out of the way of Jeanne, worried she might lash out. The man sweats a little bit. "...Look." he says, carefully. "I was hoping to get a little bit of extra data from a few fringe... volunteers. Then, I could use that to get proper trials and tests. SHIELD didn't approve it, but legally, I can't be held responsible for the actions of... an outside firm... in how they conduct their field tests. A terrorist's misinterpretation of entirely legal efforts isn't my business, and it shouldn't be yours."

    "Where the hell did you /get/ it?" The SHIELD Internal Affairs agent is already jumping into this, asking Jeanne's probable next question before she can. It's seeming unlikely that this man's alleged legal defense is going to hold up under SHIELD's own investigation.
    "There's all sorts of strange Asgardian substances around. How SHIELD acquires, classifies, and makes use of materials like this discretionary. I'm only required to give all details under a /formal/ and /full/ internal affairs investigation approved by the World Security Council, /thank you/." The VIP sweats a bit, stepping back a bit to the balcony and keeping distance from all three sets of judging parties.
Spider-Man     "Yeah, same here." Spider-Man says to Orchid. His goggles wobble their lenses around, as if demonstrating his own appreciation for his eyes. "You seem pretty stressed yourself, actually. Messed up by the storm?" He does nod to Kotone though, agreeing as he sets off to grab a bite. "I only heard a bit about him. I'm really glad he helped out. Man, I kinda wonder what's going on with him, anyway. After his gang fell apart, I hope he gets something good going on." Spider-Man, always the hopeful altruist. "Thanks a lot for helping keep everyone pretty much safe. It really feels like we did the best we could with this. Good feeling! Man, I'd hate to be a bunch of guys who failed with this storm, wow."
Reyes     Reyes shifts about on his feet rather uncomfortably at what seems to maybe be a threat. Some discussion's had over radio... and he ends up just folding his arms. "You're in the wrong profession, Tombstone. You're as strong and tough as they come... and you're basically a gang boss? Why? You could be a one-man construction crew. You could be a hunter of monsters. There's like... dozens of things you could be that get you money and respect. And if you really want to take down these other crime groups, you could've maybe even been working with the spider-guy and Iron Man and so on. Stuff that doesn't put you here, and doesn't make your daughter a target. Did you get like this before or after starting down this path?"
Orchid      As Orchid leads the way to the open pizza place she's quiet. "Yeah, the storm has me stressed out," she says. It's a good lie for public consumption. "Aaron? Yeah, I'm glad we got him out of the trouble he was in last night. May need to check up with him at some point."
Ryouma Sakamoto     "Later is fine, this is more important right now," Ryouma nods to Strange. After a short radio debate, Strange handles the matter of offering passage to Tombstone's daughter, which pleases the Rider more than a bit. It just feels Right. Probably best Oryou not be in charge, too.

    Since Tombstone did gesture to his leg, though, Oryou floats over towards it, touching the ground next to it to kneel and inspect the cast. She's hardly pleased by the prospect, but Ryouma did ask, and she can leverage this for frogs later.

    So. Many. Frogs.

    "Oryou's saliva can heal wounds," she explains, begrudgingly. "The cast needs to come off. The doctors can do their things first. Oryou will ensure it heals right after."
Ritsuka Fujimaru Leftovers Jeanne shall dig into! It's probably nothing she'll particularly enjoy what with it likely being too cold to eat, but a beer or something cold to drink will have to do.

Noting the VIP's tense state and the SHIELD agent's own questions, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this person might not be completely on the same page as his employers. Giving the peacemaker the slightest of nods, Jeanne actually doesn't lash out! Yet. Instead, she steps closer to the VIP even as he moves to the balcony, taking a long sip from her drink while listening to him dig that hole even deeper.

She's pretty sure it's being dug deeper, anyway. The agent certainly doesn't seem to approve of what he's telling them, and there's a small part of her that wants to see just how they handle this new information coming to light. Still, what's an interrogation without a bit more inflicted terror? Stepping to the edge of the balcony itself, Jeanne rests her hands against it. There's no spears or fire, and she's not even looking at the SHIELD man right now.

"How fascinating. I don't really care where you got them from, but I'm sure your friend here does. As for myself... Do remember I'm not a shield." She sounds eerily calm about all of this. "Now tell me. Were these really volunteers, or were they just never asked to cooperate for these... Field tests, as you said?"

Jeanne finishes her drink, then chucks the empty whatever off the side. Littering's against the law, after all!
Kotone Yamakawa Kotone Yamakawa looks to Spider-Man as she follows along. "He gave us key information that allowed us to stop a lot of the damage that we were able to. He may have to do some time for anything he's done but he deserves a second chance for sticking his neck out like that." Kotone has yet to be ground down somehow by the multiverse somehow and it shows here in that. "I don't even want to think that sir."

She looks to Orchid for a moment she doesn't believe her she has a better idea of what's up she'll talk to her later on that.

"I think we should check up on him. Though on the matter of pizza never having to worry about my figure again is a nice perk of my current state. You know when I was younger I used to watch a show about insect-themed cyborg heroes fighting a horrible chain of super tech using criminals. You kinda remind me of some of them, Spider-Man. Strange to think that super heroes and villains actually exist."

She'll also move to put a hand on Orchid's shoulder as well for a brief moment.
Spider-Man     "Generous. Unnecessary, but I appreciate a man who makes easy things easier. She likes Europe. Germany is one of her favorites. Some friends around Zeulniz." Lonnie Lincoln says. He smiles, briefly, in a way that seems actually genuinely un-menacing. Hey, everyone has loved ones, even mutant albino mob boss mobsters. "Her name is Janice Lincoln. I'm sure you can sort out the rest."

    Oryou's /blatantly extorted/ into helping him, and so with a snap reminiscient of the noise his bones made under the tank, he pounds his cast open with one fist, just blatantly ignoring any pain or damage it might make for a /broken leg/. "They'll waste time." He says. The mess of a twisted leg is bruised badly from its damage, but the pant leg was flayed clean off the flesh, at least.

    While that matter's resolved in tasteful indescribed discretion, he answers Reyes. "Men like us refuse to survive. We thrive. I'm in precisely the right profession. A soldier or a police officer has to take orders from men with aged perspectives who try to get funding to pay for a job for their nephew. A builder builds what the economy demands and nothing more. A monster hunter survives at the whim of nature. A man who controls the crime of a city can fulfill his responsibility. I don't care about money and respect. Using my power to fulfill the responsibility that comes with it. Those are the only things that matter. Someone else will want it fulfilled, their way. And I'll indulge them the way I indulged the Maggias."

    He grins, widely. "It doesn't matter when my body got like this. My soul has been this way from the day I was born. It wouldn't matter if I was stone or if I was glass." Kind of spooky. But an answer in a way: It wasn't the invulnerability that drove him to crime, or to his obsession with responsibility.
Spider-Man     The man tenses up. "Nobody consumed it without wanting to consume it."
    The peacemaker sort of rubs his face. "You shouldn't... take advantage of someone. Her, I mean. But them too. Junkies do anything for a substance to abuse."

    "I'm not the one who decides what an external firm decides to recruit from, sorry. If the people they recruited from had a history of substance abuse, I'd take it up with Mr. Lincoln and his willingness to target vulnerable people. The only thing I did was abstain from restricting him to some specific sample. I'm assuming that the external firm picked out the vagrants and substance abusers to minimize societal damage. And they did. So, if anything, you should be thanking me."

    He sort of presses himself back against the opposite end of the balcony, trying to keep the maximum distance that one can keep from Jeanne. But there's her answer. They may have volunteered, but it's likely they weren't fully willing the way that proper science might need them to be. They were sold mostly among junkies, and tested among the homeless, to maximize profits.
Doctor Strange      "Alright," says Strange. "I'll go handle that, then." He turns and leaves the special holding cell. It's easy for Tombstone. For the Master of the Mystic Arts, it should be trivial. He leaves the precinct on foot, too, disappearing into an alley on the next block. What follows is 'sorting out the rest.' Most of that is teleporting around town, tracking down Janice through Tombstone's connections.

     When he finally finds her, he appears in his more mystic attire. He doesn't have the media presence of Stark or Thor, but he figures with recent events, it's hard to mistake who he is if he's got the Cloak on. "Janice Lincoln," he'll say in his most Sorcerous Voice, drifting down from on high as he's so fond of doing. He does it even if she ends up being in a public place or somewhere with a low ceiling, because he understands the value of committing to a dramatic entrance. He's open and honest about what happened, and opens a portal to Zeulniz for her, keeping it open for as long as she needs to take her belongings. He also provides her with contact info for himself and the Paladins in general, just in case.

     That's not all the 'sorting out' he does. Whether finding Janice takes a minute, an hour, or several hours, Strange remains on the move. He doesn't know who he can trust. He doesn't know if they know what they have. He wants it out of play, quickly, and quietly. He wants it forgotten. Then, he can find out who unearthed it. He can stop this before it starts.

     Without a word on the radio--any radio--he begins the hunt for Strucker on his own.
Ritsuka Fujimaru      Mr. Lincoln. That's... A name. One that doesn't really ring any bells for Jeanne, but a name nonetheless. "Now was that so hard? Hm. I think that's all the information I'll need for now." Pushing off the balcony, Jeanne walks right past the man towards the peacekeeper and agent.

     No violence. She just hands them (badly written) contact information for one Touta Konoe. "In case you find any information on this 'Mr. Lincoln'. He may be worth making an example of. As for you..." She turns her head towards the VIP first, giving him an ominous sideeye before breaking into a sudden grin and whipping her hand in his direction!

     ... Nothing happens, and she turns back around. "I did promise I wouldn't kill you today since you didn't lie to me. Only today." She goes back to the fridge to snag another drink, then flashes him a sadistic grin. "Maybe tomorrow. We'll see."

     And then she leaves, all while continuing to wonder why she even cares about any of this.
Spider-Man     Getting Janice isn't too difficult. She's the sort of person who sometimes gets visits from her semi-estranged father, a mutant albino, and so a wizard... Isn't /less weird/ or /as weird/, but it's the kind of weird she's built a psychology that can process. Once he explains why this is happening, she will have no issue heading out.

    The peacekeeper starts trying to explain to Jeanne. "Oh, wait, actually we managed to--" He starts, before rushing to try (and fail) to intercede with Jeanne's sudden movement, but thankfully, nothing happens. Even the SHIELD IA agent seems relieved. They still need to debrief this guy. The only one not relieved is the VIP himself, whose face clenches the way a fist might clench in fear, as Jeanne leaves.

    Tombstone remains in his cell. Men in high places, with offices that have expensive placards, and budgets that have big black bars written on them, review his file for their unknown purposes. Hammerhead seethes in his own cell. Nobody particularly wants Hammerhead. Gargan, covered in bandages, vows and vows and vows vengeances under his breath as he's escorted into an armored truck bound for Rikers Island. New York City's heart beats again, and another light flicks on. Only a few more neighborhoods lack power, and all will have it by the end of the day. Janice Lincoln emerges in Zeulniz, immediately looking to speak to a close friend she knows. Someone who can help her with some family troubles. Baron von Strucker looks out over a laboratory. Energies rush from a scepter at the root of a coil of massive cables. Two voices scream with the pain of a process few humans understand, and few humans survive.

    Spider-Man tries to keep his mask from getting pizza juices on it as he converses with a fellow Spider-Kin and her cyborg friend, in a pizza joint. He is exhausted.

    Aaron Davis gently opens a box that was unrecovered, thought lost in the snow, crushed under a tank, or worse. He pulls from it two gauntlets, a pair of boots, and thin, sleek headgear.