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Chapter Six::
Skye-by the end of her climb-was most certainly not a fan of ladders. She had been, when it dropped from the sky and saved them, but then she had to climb like fifty feet of it and very quickly lost interest. She was pulled into the plane by a handsome man in early twentieth century wear, who smiled at her briefly before pushing her to the back to help pull up Jemma.
Skye came next, then Rose, the two laughing-honest to god laughing in this terrifying and serious battle-when they made eye contact. Captain America, Iron Man, the rest came up more scattered but eventually they were all there.
Everyone was still looking down, stopping as many of the Angels as they could.
The plane turned, taking off over the Atlantic with just a few too many passengers. The man swung the helicopter's door's closed and effectively sealed off outside world as they sped away.
It was heart stopping, the first few minutes as everyone waited for the attack to continue. But there was only silence, and why Skye looked out the window, she saw-now frozen angels- in what looked like relaxation. Just sort of… standing, with their eye's covered like they didn't need to attack the group anymore.
"That was insane." Tony declared, his visor lifting up, then taking his helmet off.
"That was Weeping Angels." Rose corrected under her breath.
"It's good to see you again." The man replied, with a clear American accent, and suddenly Rose seemed to remember nobody else know what was going on.
"Uh, these are the Avengers." Rose began, awkwardly looking at everyone. "And Jemma and Skye."
"Captain Jack Harkness." He said, sticking his hand out to Jemma or Skye-it was kind of in the between them. "And who are you?"
"Skye."
"Jemma." They answered simultaneously.
He casually shook Skye's hand, and turned to look behind him at the Pilot.
"Owen and Tosh are flying." He explained, and Tosh-a pretty, asian girl- glanced behind them to smile just a bit. "We'll be meeting up with Ianto and Gwen when we land, and checking over your injuries there." He added, with a pointed look and a bleeding wound on Rose's forehead. Probably from the crash.
"Captain?" Steve echoed, tilting his head a bit.
"Captain." Jack repeated, a bit confused.
"I served in World War II." He explained quickly, deciding to bypass all of the other tiny details. Like being born in the 51st century, time travel, the no-dying thing, the origin of his name. It was easier.
"You are not ninety." Tony scoffed.
"He's ninety." Thor added, pointing at Steve. "Why can't this captain also be ninety?"
"I'm not ninety." Jack agreed, silencing the on-coming argument. "I'm passed two hundred now." That thoroughly silenced everyone, except for Rose who sort of whispered a half apology before turning away.
"Thanks for the pick-up." Natasha said, deciding to break the silence. With the sheer amount of weirdness going on it was better to just accept they were a collection of weird, alienesque people with powers, and why shouldn't others they meet be just as weird.
"For you, that is no problem." Jack assured her, smiling and earning not much more that a straight-faced stare.
"Jack, give it a break there's too many people in this room and you haven't even started on the guys." Tosh scolded. All pairs of eyes belong to a guy-excluding Owen- turned to Jack, who just smiled back
There was another pause before Jack spoke up again. "Regardless," He began slowly. "We won't be working with you for long. We're simply here as a emergency contact and support system. We'll brief you and supply you with the most helpful weapons we have. But we actually have a job to do, so we won't be with you long."
Rose nodded, almost regretfully, and the others seemed impassive about it.
"Where the Hell is Bruce." Tony cried suddenly, the adrenaline wearing off and finally clung into his brain. The rest of the Avengers sat up, either preparing for another, more Hulk-central battle or something much worse. When Bruce was missing things took a turn for the worse.
"We got all of you who were in the water." Jack explained. "Who's Bruce." As if on cue, Tosh half spun in her seat to talk to him.
"Bruce Banner, AKA the Incredible Hulk. An accident with a Gamma Radiation experiment screwed with his DNA. Whenever he get's angry-or pained, stressed, generally strong, negative emotions-his cells mutate and he becomes a giant, green... thing." She finished.
"Ouch." Was Jack's only comment.
"Well where is he?" Steve demanded, filing 'question why they have instant information on them' into the discuss later pile.
"I…" Jack began. "I'm sorry. I think the Angels got him."
"They what?" Tony snapped, sitting up suddenly. All of the Avengers were suddenly buzzing. "Where is he?"
"It's not Where, It's when." Jack said ominously. "And we don't know. We can't know."
Several pairs of eyes turned to Rose.
"What is he saying. You said something about the 1940's?" Steve pressed. Rose shook her head.
"They feed on the potential energy people give off. The life they would have had. By transporting people into the past to live out their life, they get stronger." Rose explained slowly. "It's… They're nice assassins. He's alive-well, to him he's alive. He'll live out his life sometime in the past, grow old, and die before our year."
"No." Tony said firmly, everyone else looking around with stunned faces at this revelation. "This isn't the end. We'll get him back."
"Is that possible, Jack?" Owen said from the front. Jack hesitated.
"I'll make a few calls." He promised. "But I can't guarantee it will work. My Vortex Manipulator hasn't been working in ages."
"Maybe Martha can help? She's working with UNIT and all. They sort of specialize in Aliens." Tosh offered.
"We specialize in Aliens!" Owen snapped at her, and she looked away guiltily.
"I'll call Ianto." Jack said resignedly, taking out his phone. He looked at Tony, the to Steve. "I'll do what I can, but I wouldn't put any money on getting him back."