<strong>Flying high, Feeling low</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Location of assault at embassy<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Iron Man, assault team<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Jack was gathered with the others on the roof. He watched as some were fitting jet pack about them selves while others simply flew under their own power toward their target. None of his training thus far had included a lesson in jet pack and the lycanthrope was already seeing visions of himself smashing into every building between her and the embassy at high velocity. He started to turn asking...<br/><br/>"How am I supposed to..."<br/><br/>When his question was answered roughly before he could even finish.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hold on Furball. We're going up.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Wha!" Jack barked in surprise.<br/><br/>Before he could protest Carrol's seemingly delicate hands gripped him with impressive strength and Jack found his 300 plus pounds of muscle meant nothing to the golden haired Avenger. And then they were in the air buildings zooming past at dizzying speeds as Carrol carried them to their objective. Jack hadnt yet donned his goggles and couldnt which he instantly regretted. He couldnt properly see Von Doom's cloaked ship instead he was aware of a shifting of certain spectrums of light over the embassy but even that vision was lost as emerald robots came pouring out of the seemingly empty sky. As Carrol enacted evasive manuvers for his sake Jack eyes started tearing fiercely as they were assaulted by the high speed air friction. Effectively blinded Jack was treated to the nauseating sensations of loops and barrel roes as Carol expertly wove herself around and inbetween aerial combatants to reach her goal.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">There.. Tony's here's your man. You should stick close, good luck!</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jack collapsed at Iron Man's feet, blind, equilibrium shot. Shakily he raised himself up his cursed body already dealing with his eyes and the vertigo.<br/><br/>"Give me a sec, then give me something to rip apart before I decide working for Von Doom is the safer option."<br/><br/>At least he kept his lunch down he thought sourly.