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| The Bird a Nest, the Spider a Web, Man Friendship.; 5/24: Early Evening (Angel/Jess) | |
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| Spider-Woman | Sep 25 2016, 01:40 PM Post #16 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Chewie...needed a hug. Yes. That was it. Jess was a little pleased with herself for managing to suppress the shifty eye thing. For once. So, yes. That was it. It was a hug. For Chewie. Who was expressing his gratitude by growling and hissing and generally trying to shred any part of her he could flail around and get to. Because...that's what his gratitude looked like. Okay, even Jess wasn't buying that herself and neither was Angel (since she wasn't a crazy person, weird digestive slug thing in her lap or not. But she couldn't hug Carol and, right now, the dark haired woman really wanted to do that. Even if her former best friend was an evil, nearly world destroying...person locked up down in the brig now. And she was not going down to the brig. She'd agreed not to do that anymore, so she was hugging the cat. And the cat was, yes, trying to kill her. Which might mean, Jess realized, that she might actually be trying to commit suicide by devil cat after all. Cat! Cat in her hair! Cat in her scalp! Carol's evil, evil, un-huggable, scalp clawing, growling, slashing, very very angry cat in her hair! And scalp! What were Chewie's claws made of? Was he actually some secret Weapon X project like Wolverine and Sabretooth?? “Can’t you like, tell it to flick him off? Like that ginger chick with the big dog does?” [Angel] asked as Spider-Woman tried to defend her scalp (she liked her scalp and she liked it on her head) and tried to get a grip on Carol's evil, homicidal, super-villain cat. You'd think being able to grip and climb bare walls would help with that, but you would be wrong. You would be very, very wrong. "If I could," Jess answered, once she'd put 'flick him off', 'ginger chick', and 'big dog' into her head, gave it a second to wander around in there and try to connect while she tried not to die by Chewie, and somehow came up with the Queen of the Inhumans, "I so would be doing that. There would be so much flicking right now!" Then Chewie, the evil cat of evil, not only let go but shot out of her hands entirely (how?? how did that cat keep doing things like that?), shooting straight at Angel. And Angels friendly, toothy, toothy, possibly cat eating if encouraged a little slug friend. “SHIT!” Angel yelled, as any sane person would when a demonic cat came hurtling toward them, and sort of...spun and fluttered and flopped out of the way? Was that on purpose, since shed'd dropped her slug thing in the process? As a...decoy? They'd just call that on purpose, since she pulled it off and didn't crash into the wall or the floor or the ceiling in a cat covered lump. “Ahh, fuck,” Angel swore to whatever of the multiple things in the room at the moment it could've gone to. Chewie, of course, landed in the chair, on his feet, like that's where he'd been the entire time. “Fuck!” was the next thing as Jess gave her scalp a quick check to make sure Chewie hadn't taken any of it with him. Stupid, evil cat that she couldn't strangle. Because it was Carol's stupid evil cat. "What?" Spider-Woman asked, preparing herself for the next next furry, beclawed salvo. But there was Chewie, in the chair, licking his paw. And glaring at her. "Okay, whatever you’re thinking in those teeth of yours, Eany, hold up, yeah?” Angel announced to the room as Jess paused mid-final scalp check. Wait, what? Crap! The slug was loose. The toothy, three eyed digestive slug was loose and...probably not happy at getting flung around. “The hell did you get to?” "Don't eat the sofa!" Jessica Drew ordered, mostly because she was sitting on it, searching the room frantically for signs of a marauding mutant slug thing. "Or the cat!" she added. As an afterthought, sure, but it took her a few seconds to remember she actually didn't want Eany to eat Chewie. Probably. Or, arrgggh! The chair the cat was sitting in so it'd be easier to get the cat! "Or the chair and the cat!" Jess added, making a dive for what could only be the very tip of the tail end of Eany as he vanished under said chair. "Don't just sit there, Chewie! Move!" she yelled at the cat. Who just growled and glared at her some more. Then there was crunching from under the chair. "Alright, I've got the chair," she told Angel, moving over to pick the chair up off the floor, maybe shake it a little to try to...dislodge any attached, toothy slugs. Chewie glared at her some more and made another swipe at her head. But still sat. right. there. "Maybe try to...detach the slug? Or something?" More crunching and Chewie was still hanging on for dear life and swatting at her some more, instead of fleeing for his stupid, evil life. He was going to end up back on her head, wasn't he? She could feel it. She could feel it in her mildly lacerated scalp. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Sep 26 2016, 04:48 PM Post #17 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Okay, right, so flailing was good, and all, and sure as fuck it would be what she’d be doing, if she was the one with a great damn cat on her head, but couldn’t JD, like, flick it off with her hair, or something? “If I could,” said JD, from underneath her Crown of Furry Anger, “I so would be doing that. There would be so much flicking right now!” Ah, fuck yeah… Spider-Woman. Big Time Avenger, Big Time Resistance Leader, Big Time Spy, Big Time… whatever the fuck she and Gambit had been doing to those SHIELD Kentucky goons in the vault today. If she had fancy ass hair powers (aside from the powers of being shiny as all damn fuck), she would have already been using them, wouldn’t she? Fucking logic. Well, she could own that as another personal dumbass moment, Angel told herself, and she probably would have done that out loud too, only the devil-ass cat took that moment to decide it was done with being a real live Davy Crockett hat, maybe because it had spotted JD prepping to go after it again, and it shot right off the shiny-haired Avenger, straight at her. Shiiit! Next second, she was flipping her shit (or herself, literally and all), and losing hold of Eany in the process, and barely salvaging some kind of landing on the floor by the chair. The cat was there, on the damn seat, smirking like the evil fucking Nazi Overlord pet it’s former owner so would have fucking had. She, Angel was on the floor beside said chair. JD had kept herself on the sofa, but… fuck. Fuck! “What?” Spider-Woman asked, as Angel started to look around the room, but the winged girl kinda hadn’t gotten as far as getting her brain together to form explanation words, and out of its general default mode of swearing itself into hopefully rebooting to some kind of use. Fuck! Where the fuck was Eany? More to the point, because - like a put-putting starter on a crappy motor, or something - her brain was finally starting to kick back in, and easing up on the choke-hold it had over words that weren’t just four letters that probably ought to get funky symbols stuffed into the middle of them, so she could put this out there out loud, wherever the hell Eany had got to, he needed to put a hold on whatever the fuck he’d got into his teeth about doing here. Right? Hold up, that was the message she was putting out there, with only a secondary add on of asking where the hell he’d got to. “Don’t eat the sofa!" Jessica Drew ordered, more to the point, which yeah. Clear instructions were probably helpful right now, weren’t they? They even seemed to work okay with Slug Boy, or so people had said. “Or the cat!" she added. “Or the door,” Angel threw in, glancing back that way in case the metal panels had got themselves a slug-shaped hole in them, like the one back at the Strip Club that morning with the Sentinels (and did someone need to get talked to about how painting a damn shield on them hadn’t actually stopped them all from trying to kill the damn Helicarrier this morning? Maybe?). “Or the chair and the cat!" Jess added, working her theme with the repetition it probably needed, where it came to slugs that sure as fuck could get fixated on shit when they wanted. Hell, wait… was that fucking crunching happen? That sounded like a wood chipper, or something… “Don’t just sit there, Chewie! Move!" she yelled at the cat. “Yeah, because he’s gonna listen,” Angel pointed out, throwing a glare along with that shade in the general direction the cat had been. And still was, of course. But JD was on the move, heading over and just picking up the whole damn chair, cat and all, which was probably why she was the big damn Avenger here. “Alright, I've got the chair," she told Angel, doing just that, revealing Eany, hanging off one leg like a catfish that had got good and noodled. The shiny-haired woman shook it, dislodging neither Eany nor the fucking cat, which was way too damn Sticky for something that looked like a semi-deflated pile of orange fur. “Maybe try to...detach the slug? Or something?” “Yeah, a’right,” Angel assented, wading back into the fray with a shrug of her shoulders, because that sounded like a way better end of the deal to her than trying to deal with the cat. She stepped to, heading around so that she had a pretty line on eyeballing all three of Eany’s red eye globes all at once, and put on the eyebrows up stare you had to use on G, or Molly, when they’d got themselves worked up into some or other bullshit they thought was smart. “Enough of this shit, Slugfest, you feel me?” she declared. Not much going on there, but that was true of G most of the time on first pass too, and at least Eany wasn’t arguing some balltastic piece of warped logic, like Molly generally would have been. “Yeah, you,” Angel repeated pointedly, detecting what might have been a ‘who me’ glint in the red triple stare she was getting, then shrugged again, and put her hands on the ‘body’ of the slug. “No,” she told him, tugging backward gently to indicate what it was she was actually trying to get him to do, then “Nooo…” a little bit longer, and firmer, then, “Yeah!” as he came away all of a sudden, only that was a little rushed, as she had to work to keep from thumping straigh back onto her ass from the recoil. Nope. Still on her feet, albeit barely, and that had been way easier than talking sense into most of the Dance, that was for damn sure. “That’s right, Eany,” Angel told the slug, scratching the ridge behind his eyes the way she was pretty sure he liked for a second. After that, she looked back at the chair. Or more to the point, what Eany had done to it. “Err. Sorry about your furniture, yeah?” she offered up to JD. That thing sure as fuck wasn’t going to be standing upright no more. |
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| Spider-Woman | Sep 27 2016, 02:46 PM Post #18 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Loose slug! Toothy, toothy slug that ate everything and was probably less than happy to be tossed around the room in the name of avoiding Carol's evil cat that'd try to remove her scalp. And that Jess didn't see anywhere, which meant he could be wandering around eating anything. Including the sofa. Arrggh! Don't eat the sofa, Japh's weird digestive slug thing! Or the cat, because it was still Carol's cat, even if it was possessed by the devil or maybe a random demon. And she'd promised to look after it. “Or the door,” Angel threw in, looking over to the door, in case it was currently being consumed by slug, Jessica Drew assumed. It didn't seem to be, and - ha! There was Eany, headed...under the chair Chewie was sitting in, pretending he wasn't possessed by demon. So Jess moved onto the next thing on the list of frantically shouted, slug-related orders that probably didn't have any hope in hell of getting Japh's roaming digestive system/weird eyed, tooth pets not to eat the cat and the chair. And that was crunching. That was definitely crunching from under the chair. And Chewie was just sitting there. Not moving. At all. “Yeah, because he’s gonna listen,” Angel pointed out, which was valid. Chewie learned that from Carol, too. She was positive he had learned it from Carol. Also how to glare back at people, like he was doing right now, while a slug tried to eat his way up to him through the chair and she, Jess, realized she needed to get her ass in gear and save the stupid, evil, stupid cat. The chair. She had the chair, and Chewie, who was still not moving and glaring at her. While she was trying to keep him from being slug dinner. Maybe it would be okay if the slug ate him just a little? Alright, no. And she already had the chair, and the refusing to save himself cat. So maybe if...Angel could try to detach Eany? While she herself tried to...shake him loose. Right. Chewie was getting eaten. “Yeah, a’right,” Angel assented, disappearing from view behind the chair Spider-Woman was still trying to shake the slug off of while Chewie glared and growled at her for daring to save him. “Enough of this shit, Slugfest, you feel me?” Blowfly (did she really have to call her that? really?) declared. "As long as he doesn't eat you," Jess returned, giving the chair another good shake. "Chewie, stop it!" she added as Carol's evil, scalp slicing cat took another swing at her. "Stop!" Well, at least nobody was randomly tackling her to 'save' her from the cat while Chewie danced on both their heads this time . That was something. “Yeah, you,” Angel repeated pointedly. Jess paused in her tactically brilliant chair shaking maneuver for a second. Wait, her? No, no, right, Angel was probably still talking to Eany. “No,” she told him, and there was a jerk on the chair as the winged girl apparently tried to detach the attached slug. “Nooo…” a little bit longer, and firmer, then, “Yeah!” Angel stumbled back, holding Eany. Jess stumbled back, still being glared and growled at by Chewie. Who was still uneaten bug definitely not grateful. "That’s right, Eany,” Angel told the slug, scratching it behind the...eyes? As the dark haired woman tried to set the chair, and the evil, also attached, cat, back in the upright position. Which was not working so well. There was something wrong with the chair. There was definitely something wrong with the chair. “Err. Sorry about your furniture, yeah?” she offered as Jess stepped back and the chair sort of listed, then completely flopped crookedly to one side. Chewie hopped up onto the arm and started licking his paws. Like they hadn't just had a near devouring by slug. "Next time, I'm letting him eat you," Jess told the cat with a glare of her own, though Carol's evil devil cat was completely filled with unconcern. And ignoring. She was being ignored. Sigh. "I will," she insisted, before she reached up to check that her scalp was still there one more time. "It's a SHIELD chair," Spider-Woman told Angel. "It'll probably just give him indigestion." Then her eyes shifted to the side all on their own and she and added lamely, "But, okay, I think I'm done hugging the cat now." |
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| Angel Salvadore | Sep 28 2016, 03:52 AM Post #19 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Alright, yeah. Enough of this, already, that was gonna have to be the party line she was selling here. Selling like a… “As long as he doesn't eat you,” JD put out there, over some more chair shaking, making Angel take a moment out of trying to win a staring contest with someone that was up one eye and down three eyelids on her to look over at her, surprised. Eany? Eat her? Yeah, nah, that wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t Meany, or anything. Or that cat. “Chewie, stop it!” Yeah, that cat. ”Stop!” Putting the swiping, or finger pointing, or whatever the fuck it was that the furry asshole was doing over there, Angel turned her attention back to Eany, who was (in her, yeah, limited, but still) experience, a far more rational kind of little devil monster, and got back the fuck on with owning the stare down. Yeah, him. She was talking to him. Grabbing him, even, and using her words to get him to do what she wanted. Well, two words, anyway. No, and yes. Those sometimes even worked on G. And in short order - kinda shorter than she’d strictly been expecting, actually, so there was a bit of rebound there, both for her and for the chair - and by extension, JD. So there was a second there where they were probably both stumbling round like dumbasses, but there were her feet again, and that was Eany, all detached and shit, and he’d definitely earned a little slug soothing, or whatever. That’s right. He’d done good. Or… …yeah, okay, that chair JD was trying to set back down wasn’t actually setting, was it? Fuck. No, it was definitely pitching over like it had just got shafted in all the wrong kinds of ways, while the damn cat hopped up to the arm to stay as high as it could. Oops. She should just go ahead and offer up an apology for the Avenger’s furniture, right? Because Eany couldn’t exactly, and probably would have rather offered to even it up by chewing off the other legs anyway. Well, but yeah. She, Angel, was sorry about the furniture, at least. “Next time, I'm letting him eat you," Jess told- fuck… oh, the cat! She was telling the cat that. Okay, that wasn’t so bad then, Angel decided, kinda breathing out in relief, only under her breath, if that was possible. ”I will," she insisted next, only in that kind of tone that told everyone present nothing but that that cat was definitely never gonna get let eaten. The one that said you’d already given up on it, but you were gonna try to put it out there anyway. With that in mind, Angel glanced down at Eany, shaking her head slightly, because she kinda thought he might still have perked up at the prospect. “It’s a SHIELD chair," Spider-Woman said then, giving up on the cat - kinda a while after it had given up on her, probably, but still - and looking over at her. “It’ll probably just give him indigestion.” Angel glanced back at Eany, then shrugged. “You think? The Sentinels didn’t,” she pointed out conversationally. Which raised the question of what possibly could… except that cat. That cat would find a way, she’d be willing to bet all kinds of shit on that. On the other hand, maybe she should think about lowering the odds on Eany having another go, and since the cat, for some reason that was probably important and brave and shit, since it was Avenger who’d made it, and not a dumbass thing, like you might have thought if anyone else did it, since the cat apparently lived here in these rooms, sending Eany out of here was probably the way to go, yeah? "But, okay, I think I'm done hugging the cat now." Putting aside the Eany-related thought for a second, Angel glanced up to JD (and up again, because yeah, she was still tall as all shiny-haired fuck), and lifted her eyebrows a hair or so. “Glad we sorted that out,” she said blandly as you might fucking please. Time to pick that other thought back up then though, and with that in mind - and making sure she had still had a decent-ass grip on Eany - Angel turned about a little, and headed back toward the door to the hallway. She hit the thing that opened it, then knelt down, gently easing Eany back onto the ground on the outer side, frowning slightly as her slug-fest turned one serious three-eyed pitiful stare back on her. “Go on, get home,” Angel told him, shaking her head. “Don’t eat anything important.” Then she opened her mouth again, to say something about how he should say… something, or shit, to Slug Boy when he found him, only all that she actually ended up saying was a “…” Well. Yeah. Only a dumbass would think that a slug that was all teeth and guts could pass on messages anyway, right? So you’d have to be even more than a dumbass to actually do it. Yeah. Right. Letting the door shut, as Eany, only kinda reluctantly, started to slither away down the hall, Angel turned back around, shrugging that off too, and putting her hands on her hips. “So,” she said matter-of-factly, looking back at JD, “You need a hug?” Dumbass or not, she could at least probably pull that off better than the damn cat. |
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| Spider-Woman | Sep 28 2016, 05:44 PM Post #20 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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It was a SHIELD chair. A sideways SHIELD chair, now, but still a SHIELD chair. It'd probably give the slug indigestion and she didn't even like it. Then again, she didn't like Chewie, either, but she didn't want the slug to eat him. Mostly. “You think? The Sentinels didn’t,” Angel replied after a look down at Eany and then a shrug. Oh yeah. Since, of course, they had Sentinel eating slugs. Well, it was a point. "Okay, well, maybe not, then?" Jess answered/asked as she eyed their Sentinel and potentially cat (and possibly door) eating slug guest. Yes, a question statement. It was a thing. Really. Well, it was a her thing. Right. Moving on. Done hugging the cat now. Very much done hugging the cat now. Actually, she was starting to want to trade him in for Sauron (could she pheromone Chewie? would that be too weird?) she was so done with the hugging. It...probably hadn't been a very good idea in the first place, had it (so, yeah, pheromoning the evil cat was probably out)? And now her eyes were doing that shifty thing, without her permission. Because she'd tried to hug Carol's Devil Cat From Hell, even though she'd known he'd try to kill her. And he'd tried to kill her. And scalp her. There had been an actual scalping attempt. “Glad we sorted that out,” [Angel] said blandly and Jess' eyes shifted the other way. "All sorted, yes," the dark haired woman declared, taking a second to glare back at Chewie, who was glaring at her. "Definitely all sorted." Then Angel evicted Eany, without letting him eat the door on his way out (Did anyone remember to fix the slug sized hole in the strip club door?). “Go on, get home,” Angel told him, shaking her head. “Don’t eat anything important.” "Or anyone!" Jess called out - to the slug - for the sake of completeness of non-eating instructions while the winged girl opened her mouth and...nothing came out. Was she...communicating with Eany via facial motions? Ultra-sonic sound? Was Eany trying to mind control her? Were any of these things that could be possible? Her life experiences told her yes, but then she had really weird life experiences so...maybe not? Whatever was going on there, it ended with nobody/nothing else eaten and Angel didn't look slug mind controlled as she shut the door on Japh's roaming digestive system. “So,” the teenager pronounced as she turned back, hands on her hips looking back at JD, “You need a hug?” Jess frowned as she tried to shift her brain to that unexpected track, and decide if that was a symptom of slug mind control? "I-" she started, decided no, no it probably wasn't mind control when she'd been the one trying to hug a homicidal cat. Maybe she, Jess, was mind controlled? Okay, no. Enough with the mind control. "Yeah," the dark haired woman answered with a nod. "Yeah, I think I really need a hug." And so she did that. She leaned down (because Angel was short) and hugged Angel, careful not to accidentally squish her or crumple her wings, or do something Chewie-like. "This is a lot better than hugging my evil best friend's evil devil spawn cat," Spider-Woman commented. Since it was. It was so much better. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Sep 29 2016, 11:30 PM Post #21 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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All sorted, huh. ‘Definitely’ all sorted, even. Yeahh. Not for the first time in what couldn’t actually be more than a couple of days, however it felt, Angel found herself wondering if Spider-Woman might have a thing about sarcasm. Like a blind spot, or some secret superhero hidden weakness, maybe, that made her incapable of doing anything but running right at it. But it wasn’t hard, or anything, to roll with it this time, since the winged girl figured she had other shit she’d best get on with here. Turning Eany out of the room before he ate something else - up to and including the door, if not the cat. So out the door she’d take him, letting him down with an instruction to go on and get home. Oh yeah, and not to eat anything important. “Or anyone!” JD threw in, from away behind her. Yeah, that too. And she could also tell him to… …or not. Nah. Slug Boy was probably doing just fine already, without her wearing out her dumbass brain trying to figure out what the hell she might have wanted to say to him, or how not to make a damn fool saying it. Instead, letting the door shut on Eany, Angel turned back round to the dark-haired Avenger and gave her another look up and down. Kinda felt like she was getting some kind of half-suspicious once over in return, like she was walking around with slug juice on her nose, or with this uniform sagging off her tits, or something, but dropping her eyes to check wouldn’t make it go away. Might as well move the fuck on. So. “You need a hug?” she asked. You’d have thought she’d asked about some crazy ass multiplication problem, or directions to a cheesesteak shop north of Philly that didn’t suck, the way that JD was looking at her, after that. With the frowning, and the stuttering over a false start with an uncertain “I-“ that probably ought to have been enough to make her feel like the biggest damn loser in the world to have put that out there as an offer that was about to get shot down like a black kid in a hoodie. But, only a couple of days or not, Angel Salvadore was starting to think she had the beginnings of some kind of handle on how JD worked, however A-list Avenger or shiny-haired she might be. Or at the very least, she’d got to watch some other people, like Mr Just-Call-Me-Scott, and Miss Wasp, who already had those handles, and seen how they did, waiting for her to catch up with her own brain. So the winged girl waited it out too, only slightly apprehensive of having fucked it up. Wasn’t too long, actually, before, “Yeah,” the dark haired woman answered with a nod. "Yeah, I think I really need a hug.” So Angel stepped to, and hugged her, stretching up as best she could so the hugging maybe wouldn’t cause some kind of L-shape in JD’s spine. That was okay, though. For a second or so, at least. And then, “This is a lot better than hugging my evil best friend's evil devil spawn cat," Spider-Woman commented. “You really got a way with words, people tell you that?” Angel retorted, forgetting about the thing about the problem with taking things literally for a second as she rolled her eyes without looking up. That only clicked in a second later. Shit. Maybe too late to hold it off, whatever was going to come, but the winged girl pulled one arm free temporarily, so she could hold up her hand in a kinda ‘stop there’ motion. “Nah uh-“ she said firmly, “don’t talk, just hug it out.” Then, she went back to just hugging. Or hoped to, anyway. “Now,” she spoke again, once it was done, one way or another, stepping back so she could look at JD without flipping her head backward to some kind of near-ninety degree angle. “What do you wanna do?” |
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| Spider-Woman | Sep 30 2016, 07:24 PM Post #22 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Okay, yeah. Yeah, she needed a hug, Jessica decided. A hug from someone who wasn't going to try to rip her scalp, or other parts, off of her. That was...something she definitely thought she needed right now. And so she got one from Angel, who was Jan-levels of short and required bending over to get to and whose wings Spider-Woman had to be careful not to accidentally crush accidentally, but who gave very good hugs. So much better hugs than Chewie. So much better. So take that, Carol's evil, non-hugging, still growling at her, devil-spawn cat! “You really got a way with words, people tell you that?” Angel retorted, and Jess opened her mouth to ask how Angel knew. Because they did. People actually told her that all the time, in that same weird tone of voice. But then there was a hand and that hand said stop. Jess knew that one, too. Jan did the hand of stop all the time. “Nah uh-“ [Angel] said firmly, “don’t talk, just hug it out.” "...Okay," Spider-Woman agreed before closing her mouth again. And hugging Angel again, but not hard enough to squish her. Okay. Okay, maybe she could do this. Maybe she really could do this. Without Peter. Maybe she could actually figure out how to do this, losing him, even if she maybe couldn't do it like other people. Jess took a deep breath and held onto that in the front of her head. “Now,” she spoke again, once it was done, and Jess remembered that she was probably supposed to stop hugging her now, stand up straight, and step back. Since she didn't want to be the weird, over-hugging, crazy spider person. “What do you wanna do?” What did she-? Was she supposed to know this? "Uh," The former Hydra agent stalled, then frowned when she couldn't come up with anything solid after that. "I don't know?" No, she needed more than that, didn't she? "I guess ceiling crouching and brooding is out?" Wait. Even she knew the answer to that one, didn't she? "Okay, yeah, it is. Nevermind." Jessica Drew waved that away, brows still knit together. "I need to...do something." Right, they already knew that, too. "Something for Peter. Arrangements? Or...something?" Then she made her brain think a little more and actually got something useful out of it as she swiped her forearm across her eyes. "I think I need to know where Gwen Stacy is." Where ever that was, that's where Pete would want to be, too. "And...to go see Steve, at his thing. Maybe?" Could she face that tonight? She should but...she didn't know. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 2 2016, 12:02 AM Post #23 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Okay, seemed like they could put Operation Hugging It Out on temporary hold again now, since it seemed to Angel like it had done what it needed to. JD breathing okay, not talking all up in her own crazy, or treating devil cats like they were teddy bears. Calm like that, and they could move back, and look up, and ask her what she wanted to do? Staring blankly, that was the first thing up on the Avenger’s face, but Angel had kinda expected that. “Uh,” came next, and stretched out a whole bunch into an “I don't know?” Well, yeah, that was clear, but the winged girl was betting here that that’d come, if she let it just back off and squeeze itself out. Could be a dumbass bet, but she’d made it, and those had been working out okay this week. ”I guess ceiling crouching and brooding is out?” Yeah, that earned and got itself a Look. One that said Spider-Woman had already gone and done that shit, and this wasn’t no rerun timeslot. “Okay, yeah, it is. Nevermind.” JD, answering her own question, though whether it was cued from the Look, or because she was one smart Avenger, Angel didn’t know. Didn’t matter, anyway, they were getting somewhere, it looked like, the way the taller woman’s expression was shifting. ”I need to...do something.” Or… not. “A’right,” Angel said anyway, working on keeping her expression on the encouraging side of things. Something was better than nothing. Sure as fuck was better than hanging yourself from the ceiling, even if that was a thing you could do upside down easy as normal people spat. And JD had a look like her brain had started turning over again, instead of stalling out on the starter motor phase. “Something for Peter. Arrangements? Or…something?” That was definitely something. Nodding for that, Angel just about got to opening her mouth to say something about what she’d seen (scoping out the situation, and what people were up to around you, wherever you were, might make you a nosy bitch, but in her experience, it kept you alive to nose that shit out the next week too) that might be relevant for that, when Spider-Woman, warming up to her line now, scrubbed a hand over her face, then came out with, “I think I need to know where Gwen Stacy is.” The what was where? Angel frowned, but the Avenger was doing her bouncing from point to point thing now, and there was something else right up on that. ”And…to go see Steve, at his thing. Maybe?” “Yeah, you need to do that one for sure.” Angel threw that agreement in real quick, before JD’s uncertain look could get time to talk herself out of it. “Miss Wasp’s getting snacks.” Like she’d said - or not actually said, but whatever, she would if she needed - she made a point of noticing shit, and the OG Mama Avenger had been looking like business on that whole thing she was doing. The ‘we don’t take no excuses’ kind of business, except with sodas. “And however it feels,” the winged girl continued, shrugging her shoulders with a little shake of her wings, “I’m gonna bet you it feels better feeling it around your friends and his. Peter’s, I mean.” Like she was saying, she was doing alright with bets this week. This one didn’t feel like it was hard to double down on, however JD might feel about herself and whether she knew how to do shit with this. They hadn’t known with the Dance, either, when it had been Sofia and Indra, or Mel and Angelo. But they’d done it - were doing it, actually - because they’d done it together. “As for the rest,” Angel continued, waving a hand as though that was the signal to getting back on to those other ‘somethings’ JD had started on, hopefully before the Avenger could spot them as some kind of excuse for hiding out from her friends any more by wearing them into circles inside her own head, “go on and start yourself a list, yeah?” Had to put a more vague kind of wave to that one, around the room, because she couldn’t see no paper from where she was, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t around. “Put down whatever occurs to you, then when you’ve got that, you can take it to the Debutante Corps of Detail People upstairs to help you fill in the blanks.” Or whatever that group of Ladies Who Got the Shit Done was called. Debutante Corps would do though, because that was what that whole smooth natural hair color and poise combo they were all working, even the Baby Momma Spy lady, spoke to her. Excepting JJ, of course, which was something Angel was still working on nosing out, only… yeah, now she was the one getting distracted, Spider-Woman style, and she’d lost the rest of the point she’d been about to make, if she’d had one. Shrugging awkwardly, as though that might cover up the part where she’d lost her point, Angel circled around for a loose thread to start up again, “What the hell’s a gwen stacy, anyway?” |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 2 2016, 05:48 PM Post #24 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Right. Okay. Yeah. Nevermind. Even she, Jessica Drew - weirdly brained, stasis pod frozen, effectively raised and brainwashed by Hydra - could figure that out if she gave it a minute. More ceiling crouching and brooding was out. So. She needed to...do...something? “A’right,” Angel said without giving her any hints of what that something to do might be that she could latch onto. She could get this, though. She could. For Peter, she needed to. Peter. That was it. There needed to be arrangements for Peter, since that's what people did when someone died. Angel was nodding to that so that meant she was on the right track and her brain took that encouragement to point out another thing to her. A thing that she knew Peter Parker would want if they could make it happen. She needed to find out where Gwen Stacy was. Where she was buried. It occurred to Jess belatedly, as she swiped the sleeve of her stealth suit over her eyes that she'd cut off whatever it was that Angel had been about to say. But she was on a roll now and the words were coming out on their own. Steve. She wanted...to see Steve. Again. Now that he was home and out of that cell and...Steve. At his...this thing that Jan was apparently doing (because it was definitely a Jan type of thing to arrange). Maybe? Was he up to crowds and things and...well, she was up to Steve, but the other two were questionable at best. And Angel was frowning at her, so that was probably too many things at once, wasn't it? “Yeah, you need to do that one for sure.” Angel threw that agreement in real quick, like she was trying to get it in before the next bout of things that would tumble out of her, Jess', mouth. Which she probably was. “Miss Wasp’s getting snacks.” Jess nodded, wondering where Jan was getting the snacks from, and what kind, and if she'd have any of those crunchy cheese things that she liked and-that wasn't actually important was it? “And however it feels,” the winged girl continued, shrugging her shoulders with a little shake of her wings, “I’m gonna bet you it feels better feeling it around your friends and his. Peter’s, I mean.” Jess nodded again, reaching up to push her hair back from her face, looking at some random point in the room. "Yeah," Spider-Woman agreed. "Yeah, you're probably right. And...Peter would like that. He'd want that." And he should have gotten to be here for it, to see it for himself. But he couldn't, and wouldn't, and so she'd go so that - maybe so that she could be sure to tell Steve how much Peter would've liked to have been here to welcome him home, too. “As for the rest,” Angel continued, waving a hand like it was time to do something else now, “go on and start yourself a list, yeah?” Yeah, yeah, that was a good idea and Jessica Drew's head bobbed again. “Put down whatever occurs to you, then when you’ve got that, you can take it to the Debutante Corps of Detail People upstairs to help you fill in the blanks.” Looking around the room with a frown, Jess asked, "Paper?" like she'd never heard the word before. Why couldn't she remember where there was paper? Or a pen? "Uh," she added, when staring at various parts of the room and a flopped sideways, partly eaten SHIELD chair didn't really do anything about making any appear. "Give me a second, I know this one," Jess insisted. It was a helicarrier. It was full of paper. They had all the papers here. And those weird, biodegradable cups, but she didn't need those right now. Just paper. And a pen. Wait, had she looked in the cabinet? Had she actually looked anywhere? No, Jess decided, and staring at the sideways chair that was now apparently an evil cat throne probably didn't count. “What the hell’s a gwen stacy, anyway?” Angel added into that second that her own brain was actually trying to be helpful. "Huh?" Jess answered eloquently as she turned toward the corner cabinet before her brain could go back to being a mush of 'whywhywhywhywhy' again. "Oh! Um...she was Peter's." Wait, that probably didn't make any sense, either, if Angel didn't know who/what Gwen was in the first place. "His girlfriend, I mean," the dark haired woman added as she pulled open the cabinet door with a triumphant, "Ah-ha!" Paper! And some pens. How much paper would she need? "In college," Jessica tacked on to the, well, they'd call it a story. Her brain wasn't working right, so it was a kind of broken story. That actually seemed fitting. "Gwen Stacy was Peter's college girlfriend." Managing to get that whole sentence out, Spider-Woman shrugged, grabbed a handful of paper, another handful of pens, and headed back toward the furniture that hadn't been partially eaten. "He loved her," Jess told Angel, looking back over at her. That part, it didn't need any more words, did it? Those three covered everything that was important there. "And she loved Peter. Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin, kidnapped her," Plopping down, she frowned down at the paper, remembering how Peter had told the story. How easy it was for even her to see he still missed her, "and threw her off the George Washington Bridge." Because he was a crazy, psychotic bastard and no one would miss him. "Peter managed to catch her," the dark haired woman added, turning her head toward Angel again and putting list making on pause. "As she was falling, he caught her with a web line. The sudden stop snapped her neck and she died." Maybe the one person Peter had wanted to save the most and he hadn't been able to. "I don't think he ever really forgave himself," she told the younger girl with a shake of her head. "He still went to where she's buried sometimes, when he thought he could risk it. I think..." Pausing again, she dropped her eyes, then looked up again. "I think he'd have liked to be buried there, too. Next to her." The frown deepened again and she paused before asking, "Does that sound right to you?" Sometimes, she couldn't tell for sure and it was for Peter. It needed to be right. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 3 2016, 08:53 PM Post #25 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Yeah. Yeah, okay, so they’d winkled out an agreement that she was right, and going to that thing for Captain Call-Me-Steve that Miss Wasp had been working up (with snacks) was a yes, not a maybe. That out of the way, Angel figured she’d best get back to the rest of the ‘somethings’ that JD had started coming up with before. They probably shouldn’t just keep freestyling on them though, the way they were coming out, but start making it a list, right? Mr Scott and Miss Wasp had been all about the lists when they’d been training her last night, and even if Hawkeye hadn’t been so much about it when he’d taken over that meeting thing in Magik’s Magic Princess Kingdom in the morning, list seemed like the way to go here. Get shit down, whatever it was, then when JD had the outline, she could take it to the group of classy ass white girls who seemed like they were secretly running every damn thing in this place in some way or other and have them help her sort it out. Or was that some complete dumbass shit that had just been falling out of her mouth? Because it looked a little like it had been, the way Spider-Woman was staring around the room, like it might give her inspiration. “Paper?” JD asked. Well, that wasn’t completely off-base, actually. Angel shrugged. “Unless you have secret spider powers of writing shit on the walls, yeah probably.” “Uh,” [the dark-haired Avenger] added, still looking round the room, maybe like she was trying to figure out if her crazy A-list Spider powers included that. Or she was just looking for paper that wasn’t out there (hopefully Eany hadn’t eaten any of it, before he’d started on that broke-ass chair). “Give me a second, I know this one," Jess insisted. Angel was fully intending to do just that, only while she was doing that (and kind of still half-watching JD watching the chair, in case the older woman was about to revert back to crazy cat loving attempts or something), her brain had to go and kind of side-jump on her ass, didn’t it? One second, she’d been thinking about that Debutante Corps, and what they might know, and what kind of thing they might need to hear, and next minute, she’d gone and circled around the other shit that JD had been saying, and then before she really knew it, she was asking a question that she hadn’t got to ask the first time around. What the hell was a ‘gwen stacy’ anyway, if JD needed to track one down? “Huh?” JD asked, from over where she was looking at one of the cabinets. “Oh! Um...she was Peter’s.” Stopping right where she was, Angel looked over sideways at the Avenger. “His what?” she asked, then muttered, mostly to herself, though figuring it’d probably be heard anyway, “…please don’t be saying pet.” She threw another quick look toward the last place she’d seen the last devil-ass thing of someone else’s that JD had decided she needed to go find, grimaced slightly, then looked back at the Avenger. “His girlfriend, I mean," the dark haired woman added as she pulled open the cabinet door with a triumphant, “Ah-ha!” Oh fuck. She hadn’t had had Peter’s girlfriend hidden up in that thing, had she? Like some kind of shrunken cupboard Indian thing. It seemed too small, but on the other hand, she did have people working for her that kinda did exactly that, as Angel had reason to know. But no, the winged girl figured out (slowly, but then, dumbass here) as she edged around the room a little to get a better look inside that cupboard. Pens. That looked like a handful of pens JD was grabbing there. Right. “In college,” said JD, still going with this whole story by dripfeed thing, but Angel was kinda getting used to that by this point, “Gwen Stacy was Peter's college girlfriend.” “Okay,” Angel agreed, nodding slowly, while she watched the Avenger and her new handfuls of stationery - including enough pens to list just about every though a normal person could have in a lifetime - head back over to the middle of the room. Girlfriend. That was starting to come clear now, kinda. Not a pet, and girlfriend made a kind of sense for people that might need to get found, to pass around the news, or something. Just one of them, though? Because whatever he might have acted like about being scared of his own junk and shit, Angel had kinda figured that Pete must have had more than just the one. Was there a special rule about ones from college, or some shit? “He loved her," Jess told Angel, looking back over at her. Ahhh - shit dawned a little then, and this time when the winged girl nodded, it was a little more of the ‘getting on that same page’ kind of thing. That was why this one in particular had to get tracked down, then? But JD was getting warmed up to this theme, explaining that that shit had been mutual, then switching up to the Green Goblin, who had a normalish (if kind of serial killer-esque) name, apparently, had kidnapped her, which yeah, probably kinda a risk, if you wanted to go on and date Spider-People, Angel had to figure, only then, ”and threw her off the George Washington Bridge.” Come again? Angel had put her jaw control to too many uses over the years to let it lose its shit now, but it definitely gave her a second’s grief on the potentially dropping front just then. Not where she’d expected this to be going. “Err…” she said, kinda trying to make her brain grab onto a thread to get back with the program, as she watched JD for wherever the hell this was going next. “Peter managed to catch her,” turning back to face her with a face that already kinda said that wasn’t going to end up as good as it sounded like, “As she was falling, he caught her with a web line. The sudden stop snapped her neck and she died.” “Shit,” said Angel, shaking her head. Of the fucked up kind. Then dropped her eyes away to somewhere around the floor, while JD went on to say that Peter probably hadn’t forgiven himself about it, which yeah, even people who weren’t the kind of pathological nice people who’d put on spandex to go try to save the people who thought they were freaky dangerous perverts, might have a responsibility shit issue about a thing like that, wouldn’t they? Two tears in a bucket, though. Motherfuck it. So she’d died, Angel thought, trying to get her brain to get to where JD’s was, and how that lined up with needing to find her, now that Peter had died. She didn’t get that far on it on her own though, but when JD got on to saying that he’d apparently gone out to the chick’s grave, or something, the pieces that had been sticking started to thrust into place a little easier. So when the Avenger looked up again, she was able to meet her eyes with something more like a clue, and less like utter confusion. “I think he'd have liked to be buried there, too. Next to her." The frown deepened again and she paused before asking, "Does that sound right to you?” Angel took a moment to make herself think over all of that, just in case there was something big in those twists and turns that she’d missed the first time through, then she nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that sounds right.” Not that she knew shit about burying anybody, at least not that wasn’t ‘make sure the hole is big enough for every one of the bodies that went down overnight’ and the other shit that she was doing whatever she could to leave back in that fucking Camp, but out here, if this was supposed to be passing for the way the world had used to be for people, or something, that seemed like it scanned. “So you gotta figure out where that is?” the winged girl asked, drawing a mental circle back to the original thing JD had said, and imagining underlining it or something, then trying to move her brain onto figuring out where the next box would be on that flowchart, if she were smart, and could plan things. Arrangements, Spider-Woman had said. Like another mission. “Then we got to figure out how to break in where it is, and sneak…” she paused slightly, trying to figure out what word to use to refer to the mangled body that JD had been cradling all the way to the morgue, “…him in next to her there?” |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 4 2016, 12:15 PM Post #26 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Paper. Pen. Gwen. She could look for the first two while she explained the third one to Angel. That Gwen was Peter's. “His what?” the younger girl asked and Jess paused in her corner cabinet investigation to peer over at the other girl. Who was giving her a look. A look that said she'd left important parts out of that. It was a look she'd seen a lot. “…please don’t be saying pet.” Mouth already open, Spider-Woman stopped and...what? Pet? Was that slang for something? Was it a...Camp thing? Did they do that in the Camps? Okay, nevermind, not asking about that. They'd just file it under 'things Jess doesn't get' and move on. On to the part where Gwen Stacy had been Peter's girlfriend (not his pet, or god she hoped not but Pete had never seemed the type), and where, ah-ha!, there were pens and paper in here. Grabbing a handful, the dark haired woman turned back and...Angel had moved. Suspicious green eyes automatically went to Chewie as the culprit for why Angel was mysteriously moving to different points in the room, but nope. He was right there, on his broken chair throne still. Hrmm. Well, anyway. Jess picked up more or less where she left off. Gwen, in college, had been Peter's girlfriend. “Okay,” Angel agreed, nodding slowly and still in the same place this time. Since she was apparently making sense, and she'd found the pens and the paper, she should probably get the rst of the story out there. The why of Gwen being important to Peter. He'd loved her. There was another nod, so Angel was still following and they were kind of...merging on being on the same plane of thought. Or something. But, yeah, Peter had loved her. Gwen had loved him. And then the Green Goblin kidnapped her and threw her off the George Washington Bridge. “Err…” Angel said, or...err-ed. Wait had she left something out where that wouldn't make sense? Jess took a second to think back over what she'd just said and couldn't find anything obvious that she'd skipped and a crazy guy who'd turned himself into a living Halloween costume and flew around throwing exploding pumpkins at people shouldn't really be a surprise candidate for someone who would throw college students off bridges at a whim. At least that's how it was in her life, but apparently Angel was still getting her legs under her with all this. Even after getting a crash shrinking course and Peter had tried to save her, though. He wouldn't have been Peter if he hadn't tried, and he'd almost succeeded. Except suddenly stopping her fall like that had snapped Gwen's neck. She'd died anyway. “Shit,” said Angel, shaking her head and, yeah, they were definitely on the same page now. Jessica Drew nodded back solemnly. Peter, he'd never really found a way to forgive himself she didn't think. Once in a while, he'd disappear, be gone a few hours. He'd finally told her it was to go see Gwen. To visit her grave, the once in a blue moon when things were calm enough he thought he could get away with it. So...maybe it was just her, but she thought Peter might...maybe that was somewhere he'd want to be. With Gwen, now that his job was done and he could be. Did that...did that sound right to her? To Angel? It was even harder to know now than it normally was for her, Jess, to get what sounded like something reasonable to other people and what was something that only sounded that way to her. And she wanted...this needed to be right. For Peter, it needed to be right. “Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, that sounds right.” Jess let out a breath. Nodded. "Good. Okay, that's good." So that's what they'd do. That and make a list, so Jess sat down, pulled the coffee table over a little closer, put down the pens, except for one, and the paper, and hunched over to write that at the top. Find out where Gwen Stacy is buried. “So you gotta figure out where that is?” the winged girl asked, and Jess' head bobbed. "Right. Somewhere in Queens, I think," Spider-Woman confirmed, the straightened up and frowned. "I hope it's in the part of Queens that's left, anyway." There was some. Maybe for once luck would be with them and where ever she was buried hadn't been blown into so much rubble and dirt clods somehow. “Then we got to figure out how to break in where it is, and sneak…” [Angel] paused slightly, and Jess' frown deepened, “…him in next to her there?” ...Arrgggh! "Oh, shit." Why hadn't she thought of that? Why? She'd been doing this for years, she should know these things. "We do, don't we? Dammit." Well, it had to be done. This was Peter. They'd do it. They'd figure it out. "Okay," she started again more determinedly, "we'll get the team together later, after Steve's thing. And...we'll figure out where we need to go and how to do this. You, Jan, and Scott can shrink. That'll help. And Nat-" Jess waved a hand to cover all the things of the Black Widow. "She'll be Nat. It'll be fine." And that left her and she could take Peter. She could handle it. They could do this. "I probably need to put that on the list, too," Jess decided, hunching over again and writing 'sneak Peter into Queen's for burial without anyone else dying'. Maybe Pepper or Candy or someone up there would have an idea on how to do that, too. They were smart, it could happen. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 5 2016, 04:02 AM Post #27 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Yeah. Yeah, that sounded right. Burying him by this dead girlfriend person. Yeah. Sure. “Good. Okay, that's good,” JD agreed, nodding, and letting her breath out. Had she been holding it, waiting on the word of a winged dumbass about something like this? Yeah, they had problems. But they also had a plan, now. Or more like a goal, one that said what they were gonna have to plan toward getting done. Same page, and JD even had gotten a page, and a pen, and a seat, and was looking like she was getting on with writing that list. Which, Angel figured, guessing out loud as she finally got back to the original point the Avenger had made, started with JD having to figure out where, exactly, this grave that Pete had been visiting actually was. “Right. Somewhere in Queens, I think," Spider-Woman confirmed, the straightened up and frowned. "I hope it's in the part of Queens that's left, anyway.” Yeah, that’d be kind of shit, if it wasn’t. Or if it was in one of those giant ass city cemeteries that went on for miles. Were they going to have to check every headstone to find the right one? Nah, there had to be a better way than that, right? Flagging that carefully inside her head as something that was probably exactly what Debutante Organizer Detail people knew about, and also as something that maybe shouldn’t get out to get JD worried on just now, Angel kind of shrugged, and skipped ahead to the next parts of the logical flow of this plan. So once they knew where it was, then…. they’d need to figure out how to break in… and how to sneak his body in there with her? Arrangements, and all of that, to get around the part where it was probably still illegal or whatever to bury a Mutie with normal people, and… yeah. That face that Spider-Woman was making now. That one. “Oh, shit.” JD, making with the bad face. “We do, don't we? Dammit.” Meeting that look, Angel nodded back at the older woman. “Yeah.” But the Avenger rallied quickly, which was probably exactly why she was the Avenger, and all of that. ”Okay,” she started again more determinedly, "we'll get the team together later, after Steve's thing. And...we'll figure out where we need to go and how to do this. You, Jan, and Scott can shrink. That'll help. And Nat-“ that got a hand wave, as if to say that the Black Widow could manage without shrinking, which… well, hell yeah, obviously. ”She’ll be Nat. It'll be fine.” “She’s probably done it before anyhow, or something,” Angel offered, shrugging though, because she wasn’t one thousand percent sure about it, except that who the hell knew what happened in Russia? Not her dumbass self, but secret sneak illegal burials sounded like the kind of thing that might just happen once a week there. Something still kinda felt like it was missing though. Why the fuck was that? “I probably need to put that on the list, too," Jess decided, which could have been it, maybe. Since to be a list, it probably had needed to have more than just the one thing on it. Shuffling over so she could kinda read the now two-item list over the dark-haired woman’s shoulder, Angel nodded. “Yeah, for sure. For planning, and shit,” she said. Records, and lists, those were important, even if that nagging feeling like some teacher or someone was about to come look over her shoulder and laugh at the dumbass who’d missed the obvious thing here was still bugging away at her when she looked at what JD had so far. “Uhh…” she said, or mumbled, like making noises might help scratch that tip-of-the-tongue brain itch and get it out of the way. What the hell, though? What the hell were things that were Arrangements? Flowers? Hats? Those had seemed like the big issues back that one time when that one person had died back in the trailer park, but she couldn’t make them fit with this shit. So what else? “…did he have any family left?” she asked, finally, only then had to immediately review that sentence on the basis of personal experience. “Like any that he’d want to be told?” Any that weren’t the ‘call the Sentinels, my relative’s just come out as a damn bugged-up freak’ kind of family, that was to say. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 5 2016, 04:58 PM Post #28 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Dammit! They'd have to do that. They'd have to come up with a way, once they found out where Gwen Stacy was buried, to sneak Peter into where ever this was and...give him some sort of funeral...burial...thing. “Yeah.” Angel met her look and nodded and Jessica Drew took a breath. Alright. Well. They'd been doing this for five years, right? And 'winning' - whatever that meant right now, if it meant anything at all - hadn't changed anything all that much yet. So...they'd do what they'd normally do. After Steve's thing, she'd get the team together. They'd figure it out the same way they always figured things out. Half of them were spies. The other three could shrink. One of them was Natasha Romanov. It'd be fine. “She’s probably done it before anyhow, or something,” Angel offered with a shrug as Jess nodded consideringly. It was Nat, Nat had done almost everything. She was the Black Widow. And from Russia. It came with the job title or job description or something, probably. All that probably needed to go on the list, too. So it'd be there. That's what lists were for, right? Angel came over, looked things on the list over and nodded. “Yeah, for sure. For planning, and shit,” she said and Spider-Woman nodded again. Though she hoped there'd be more planning and less shit. She really, really hoped that because they'd had plenty of shit in the last several hours. They were officially overstocked on shit. Now, was she forgetting anything? It felt like she was forgetting something. There was that nagging, 'forgetting something' feeling in the back of her head. Was that what Pete's spider senses had felt like? “Uhh…” Angel sort of mumbled and Jess looked up. Crap! She was forgetting something, wasn't she? What? What? “…did he have any family left?” she asked, and Jess' brain went blank. Gah! No, no blank brain! She could not afford blank brain right now! “Like any that he’d want to be told?” "Uh..." Jess tried to start, but she was still afflicted with blank brain. Stupid blank brain. She knew this! She ought to know this! "I-" she tried again and got that to...kind of work? "Maybe?" Okay, okay. She did know this. She absolutely did. So, spit it out, brain! "His...aunt, maybe. May Parker." All right. There. That was a good start. "Peter got her out of the city, when things went bad."She raised him, but I don't know for sure where she went." Europe, maybe? Could the miracle women upstairs find someone from a name and a 'maybe somewhere in Europe, or maybe not?' Well, she'd write it down anyway. So she did. There. Then, her brain decided, since it was working again sort of, to remind her of another thing. Or person. "And, uh..." the dark haired woman started again, looking up and over at Angel. "His...ex-wife? Do you think we really have to tell her?" The answer Jess was hoping for was 'no'. No, we do not have to tell the girl who abandoned Peter, because no one at all ever really wants her there. No one at all. Or, well, mostly Jess didn't want her there. Except maybe Peter would, her brain reminded her. Again. Stupid brain. Stupid having a conscience brain. Maybe it should just go back to being blank now. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 7 2016, 03:26 AM Post #29 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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“Uh…” was all Spider-Woman came back at her with. Who the hell knew that asking after family was one of the complicated questions? Oh yeah. Only everyone. But JD wasn’t giving up, but was working on beating her tongue into submission and starting over. “I-“ Or not. Another pause. “Maybe?” Wait, was the Avenger asking her now? Angel shrugged - she’d known the guy for all of three days, her knowledge was limited to ‘nervous talking problem’ and ‘freaks out when you shove your ass in his crotch’. JD, kind of on her own here, unless either of those were going to show up on a finding family quiz. But there she was, coming through with a look, and more than one word at a time, even.“His…aunt, maybe. May Parker.”[/i] Okay, so they had a name. That was good, that was right. “Peter got her out of the city, when things went bad. She raised him, but I don't know for sure where she went.” Weird. Totally had him pegged as one of those suburban white kids with a mom and a dad and a backyard with a puppy in it. Course, that wouldn’t exactly square with giving his life over to spandex and super-villains, and anyway, what the hell did a trailer-trash dumbass know about it? But yeah, okay, Angel Salvadore could see a point when someone made it, and none of that shit that had just run across her mind was that. She nodded, jerking her chin in the direction of the list JD was making. “So someone should find that out.” Probably hadn’t needed to say that. Spider-Woman was already writing. Yeah. Okay. “And, uh..." the dark haired woman started again, looking up and over at Angel. "His...ex-wife? Do you think we really have to tell her?” Say what? “He was married?” Angel asked, and yeah, those were her eyes, bugging out of their damn sockets. Wife? Forget the ex, Spider-Man, who was- had been- one dorky-ass white boy, had a wife? “Did he knock some chick up or something?” Because he was what, thirty at the utter upside? And he wasn’t from Utah, or West Virginia, or any of that shit. Who the hell on the East Coast got married unless there was some serious shotgun religious crap going on? Well, no one she knew. But then, on the other hand, who the hell kind of people had she ever known? Yeah. So moving on from that, and focusing on the point JD had raised about telling the ex-wife, which she’d done in a way that came with it’s own posse of ‘please tell me that’s a hell to the no’. That much was clear. Why that posse had got going though, less clear. At least to Angel. “Yeah… telling her, that depends, I guess,” Angel began, holding her hand out in front of her and kind of flipping it from side to side, to say it could go either way. “Like, did she step out? Or…” go all Madelyne Pryor on his ass, she’d been about to say, before figuring that probably that wasn’t exactly the thing to say in this kind of situation and history. Who the fuck knew, with Avengers? For all they knew, the Ken and Barbie World versions of the Inferno Couple that they’d picked up from a multidimensional charity sale were just next door or something. So she bit that off and tried her best to pretend there hadn’t been anything else coming, as she restarted with a kinda doubtful, “Yeah, I dunno, yo.” Posse of hinting JD was doing, seen and fucking registered, but… well, a wife? “Feels like if you decide to fucking marry someone,” Angel pointed out, frowning a little, “that’s like saying ‘I want you to know if I die’, whatever the fuck happens afterward.” Because it wasn’t like the kind of family you had because some fuckup thought he was too fucking manly to wear a condom. Marriage, that was one you decided, and chose for yourself. So it probably meant something, however it had ended. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 7 2016, 06:37 PM Post #30 |
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Family. Yeah, Peter had that. Or he used to have that, before everything came crashing down. There was his Aunt May. Maybe? Pete had gotten her out years ago, but Jessica didn't know for sure where. Which probably wasn't something a former private detective should be admitting out loud, but there you were. The details that got lost while you were constantly running for your life. Angel looked like she was trying to figure out why Jessica Drew, former San Francisco private detective who'd actually made a living doing that was completely clueless now, too. ...Or maybe she was just thinking. It could be that, Spider-Woman admitted. “So someone should find that out.” Did Angel mean her? Should she be the one finding this out? Was thinking what a major detective fail she was right now making that happen? Wait, no, no, the winged girl probably meant that needed to go on the list, too. For people who could still make their brain do what they said for more than ten seconds at a time. So. Right. She was writing that. She was writing that down right there, on that list. And, when she did that, there was another thought creeping in. A thought full of the suspicion that she should mention it, too. Even if she didn't want to. Jess really, really didn't want to, at all. But...Peter, he probably would want her to. Sigh. Fine. There was...erm...Peter's ex-wife? Who she probably should feel bad about not really wanting around for this, but couldn't manage to summon enough conscience for that happen right now. If Mary Jane Watson hadn't bothered to care about Peter all these years, when he was alive, would she bother to do it now? When he...wasn't. Not anymore. Oh, yeah, she'd probably just dropped that on Angel a little out of the blue, hadn't she? Sometimes she forgot the winged girl hadn't been around longer. It seemed longer. “He was married?” Angel asked, doing that eye bugging out thing people thought only happened in cartoons but seemed to happen around her more than you'd ever think. “Did he knock some chick up or something?” Now Jess was frowning and trying to make that idea fit into anything related to Peter Parker. It may have sent her brain into some kind of terminal shut down. Spider-Woman was sure she actually felt that refusing to compute. "No?" she answered, then waved the hand with the pen around for...well, it felt like it needed to happen. "He was Peter Parker," Jess tried again, maybe as a reminder, since that should clear anything about knocking anyone up for anyone who asked that question about Spider-Man. "So...no." Because Peter Parker and...no. “Yeah… telling her, that depends, I guess,” Angel began, holding her hand out in front of her and kind of flipping it from side to side, to say it could go either way. “Like, did she step out? Or…” Or? Had Angel's brain stalled on her? Did hers do that to her, too, mid-sentence? Jess waited a few seconds to see if she restarted herself, then figured it was...something she needed to fill in, maybe? “Yeah, I dunno, yo.” Not good. Not good! Who would know then? Other than Peter, who she couldn't ask because...well, because! “Feels like if you decide to fucking marry someone,” Angel pointed out, frowning a little, “that’s like saying ‘I want you to know if I die’, whatever the fuck happens afterward.” Okay. Okay, that...made a lot more sense than anything she was coming up with herself. All she kept coming back to was 'she left Peter and broke his heart, she can suck it'. But this, what Angel said, that was...yeah, it was probably a lot closer to what Peter would've thought himself "She - Mary Jane, she was a model. And an actress." Could those be actual reasons, though? It felt like they could when it was Peter they were talking about. Peter Parker and his genius science brain and his middle-class normal-ness had always seemed like the complete opposite of 'married to wild, party girl, actress/model person' guy to her. But what did she know about normal? Or how things worked? "And she danced for a while at a place called the...Gloom Room? I think?" Which maybe didn't have anything to do with anything, so Jess shrugged. "I think she got bored," the dark haired woman continued, trying to remember all the things she'd heard from Peter in the times he'd actually talked about all that. "She was a lot more...more," Jess added with a wave of her hand, "than he was. So she left and he got his heart broken." Sigh. But... "But," Spider-Woman went on, looking back over at Angel, "Peter would still want us to try to find her. Let her know. I think...yeah, I think that's what he'd want." Because he'd never had a vengeful bone in his body or unkind thought in his head. Not ever. |
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