They had already begun their usual round of banter over the comms when the sharp whine and crackle of static burst in their ears. Four of them reacted, visible motions in their patterns being disrupted, while Ben smacked at his ear like a fly had gotten into it. Misha put her hands to her head and stopped mid-flight to order, "ALFRED, comms off! Comms off!" before quiet rolled in. Her music never stopped, never wavered but it seemed like their signal was being fucked with and that just made her even more worried.
This was some kind of trap. She could feel it in her gut, and considering the subjects of the distraction she could guess who was at the helm of it: Victor von Doom. That man terrified her on a very real level now that he was also very real. From afar (as in, an entire universe of distance away), he was an interesting character to behold and psychoanalyze as a fictional construct. As a person? He was horrifying for the sorts of things he would do without a second thought, especially to people who got in the way and he had no reason to try and show off for. The Fantastic Four all had the dubious honor of having Doom's attention; Misha was a complete and total unknown, and completely unprotected. She did not want to meet Doom alone ever if she could help it.
On the other hand, that did go a ways to reassuring her that the distraction was merely to tear all of them apart in an attempt of divide and conquer rather than anything aimed at her. Slowly she let go of her ears, looked across the city and around what obstructions she could to see the rest of her teammates continuing on despite the forcible disconnect. They could do that, they were a good team, the sort that could operate even without solid lines of communication. Misha still had her own doubts about what she could do alone, but hell if she was going to let them show during an attack by Doctor Doom. Hell no.
"ALFRED," she instructed, glancing about one more time to get her bearings before she would move on, "keep an eye on local uploads and security cams. See if you can't warn me if any of the others get in danger, all right?" At least she knew ALFRED was still there to listen. It wasn't a communication channel over an encrypted network like the Four were using, but merely speaking to the bracer right there on her bicep.
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This was some kind of trap. She could feel it in her gut, and considering the subjects of the distraction she could guess who was at the helm of it: Victor von Doom. That man terrified her on a very real level now that he was also very real. From afar (as in, an entire universe of distance away), he was an interesting character to behold and psychoanalyze as a fictional construct. As a person? He was horrifying for the sorts of things he would do without a second thought, especially to people who got in the way and he had no reason to try and show off for. The Fantastic Four all had the dubious honor of having Doom's attention; Misha was a complete and total unknown, and completely unprotected. She did not want to meet Doom alone ever if she could help it.
On the other hand, that did go a ways to reassuring her that the distraction was merely to tear all of them apart in an attempt of divide and conquer rather than anything aimed at her. Slowly she let go of her ears, looked across the city and around what obstructions she could to see the rest of her teammates continuing on despite the forcible disconnect. They could do that, they were a good team, the sort that could operate even without solid lines of communication. Misha still had her own doubts about what she could do alone, but hell if she was going to let them show during an attack by Doctor Doom. Hell no.
"ALFRED," she instructed, glancing about one more time to get her bearings before she would move on, "keep an eye on local uploads and security cams. See if you can't warn me if any of the others get in danger, all right?" At least she knew ALFRED was still there to listen. It wasn't a communication channel over an encrypted network like the Four were using, but merely speaking to the bracer right there on her bicep.