Matt (Custom Pop Form)’s Comments (group member since Apr 14, 2021)

Matt (Custom Pop Form)’s comments from the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D rp (Includes Seasons 1-3 and the first part of Season 4)/Avengers Open and Accepting!!!!! group.

Jax glanced sideways at her but shrugged, "Ok, I don't know what that means, but...i'll find another guard...or something."

He stared at it for a second, then asked, "Hey, did you have anybody guarding you? It might be theirs."

He shook his head, "Long story." He looked at the lock and said, "It needs a handprint."

Jax burst into the room and ran over to the cage.

An alarm blared, and the collar around her neck shocked her with 50,000 bolts of electricity.

In the hallway, Jax heard two shouts suddenly cut off, and ran in the direction of them.

The agent looked over at her, "Hey, it isn't all bad." She smiled in a friendly manner, "You're going to have a chance to lay your case out in a bit."

He padded down the hallway, a strange sense of familiarity coming onto him. he eventually froze and realized, "This is Avengers tower."

Jax coughed, his muscles sore. He weakly got to his feet and jogged to the door. He looked out and when the coast was clear slipped into the hall.

In the hangar, Jax weakly collapsed from the Quinjet.

An agents heard her and looked over, "Your finally awake."

((ok yeah, you go first!))

He got back to the ship, and looked down. The land was running out. He squinted ahead, and his eyes widened. They were going over the ocean.

((sorry))

The agent collapsed back in his chair, exausted, "Finally, that took forever! What did HYDRA do to her?" Another agent shook his head, "Who knows? What we do know is shes dangerous, and shes going to be locked up for a very long time."

Jax gritted his teeth, then jolted as the jet hit some turbulence. He flew off, but at the last second, he shot a web out and hooked the back of the jet. He flopped around, knowing that if he loosened his grip at all, he would die. Pretty good incentive. He slowly started crawling up the web.

The pilot grunted as the plane roared from the Helicarrier, and the gas finally started to work, making Alia woozy. Jax clung on tight to the Quinjet, constantly feeling as he was about to fly off.

The guard sat in the pilots seat as three more guards trooped in and sat, keeping their weapons trained on her. The pilot turned to face her, annoyance on his face, "Why won't you just pass out?" He started the jet, and another agent attached a gas mask to Alia's face, and started pumping sleep gas. he sighed, "If this doesn't do it, can we just shoot her?" Jax felt the plane start to move, and in a move of desperation, quickly shot some webs onto the bottom, creating a harness. He crawled in, and also used his powers to stick to the underside. he knew that he was probably going to regret this.

He sighed and injected her again, then a third time as he wheeled her up the deck and into a quinjet. Jax dashed in behind them, ducking beneath the jet.

He only smiled. He wheeled her out of the room and down towards the hangar. Jax raced along behind, keeping out of sight of the agents.

The guard pulled the needle out and said, his voice becoming distorted, "Just a little something to keep you nice and sleepy during the flight."

He reared back, the gloved hand not suffering mach damage, "I think you know the answer to that question." The guard responded to Jax's question simply, "The Raft."

The guard said, "I'm sure you can." He pushed her into a room and grabbed a syringe from another agent. He jabbed it into her neck and started pressing the plunger down, "But this is safer." Jax shrugged off the guards holding him and watched as they wheeled her away, "Where are they taking her?"

The guard growled softly and looked at the others. They all stayed back wth their guns aimed at her, except for one. He came up behind her and started pushing the chair down the hall.