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| The Bird a Nest, the Spider a Web, Man Friendship.; 5/24: Early Evening (Angel/Jess) | |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 8 2016, 04:57 AM Post #31 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Married? Spider-Man? There was only one way that could work, if he was as old as both his look and his embarrassing ass taste in music said he’d been, which was if he’d knocked some chick up. “No?” Or not? Why the hell was JD frowning about that idea, waving her pen around like that?? Becase if it was against the Avengers code to do something like that, then someone was gonna have to go and revoke Captain Call Me Steve’s license too, the way she’d heard it this morning. “He was Peter Parker," Jess tried again, which didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense to Angel, unless that was meant to be telling her that actually, everyone knew that dude’s junk didn’t work right, or something. “So…no.” Yeah, that sounded like she was pretty sure about that. So maybe, like, there were guys that were even more Boy Scout than Captain America, and Peter Parker was one of them, which Angel wasn’t buying, because there were few things in the world she felt like an expert about, but the fact that there wasn’t no such thing as a guy who wouldn’t do anything he could to get out of wearing a condom was one thing she was sure about. Captain America’s secret bastard kid just proved that. So not that, which left, what? Spider-Man had got stuck with another fucked up insect mashup parts thing, that meant he couldn’t knock someone up, same way she couldn’t be… It was half on Angel’s tongue to ask about that out loud, but she was doing just fine with never mentioning that whole weird mindfuck of shit to anyone (except Terry, and fuck knew the Irish girl was probably never going to even admit that any of that conversation had ever happened), so she shut her mouth again, and only opened when it was ready to cooperate with only going back to the original point. The one about telling Peter Parker’s secret ex-wife about how he… wasn’t going to be around no more. It had seemed pretty clear JD wasn’t jumping up on doing it, but it depended, right? If she’d stepped out on him, or… …flipped her shit if he left her and tried to eat the world, only the whole making the Madelyne Pryor joke probably wasn’t as funny if you were making it with Avengers, so Angel set her mouth down for another time out till it came up with something that wasn’t that. Only thing she could come up with though, was just to say, like a dumbass, that she didn’t know. Because yeah, JD knew more about this shit than she did, and she was clearly ready to give it a ‘hell to the no’ if she got any kind of excuse. But… if it wasn’t mind control, or some weird thing where he’d had to marry some gooey alien thing to save the whole damn galaxy (Avengers used to do stuff like that once a month, didn’t they?), or whatever like that, Peter had decided to marry this chick, right? Whoever she was? That kinda seemed like it meant he was saying he wanted her to know if he died. Yeah. Fuck. Spider-Woman went pretty quiet after that, which probably meant it had been one of those things, and she was just that much of a dumbass not to have guessed it, and she’d gone and put her foot in it, all over again. In fact, Angel was halfway to speaking up to say it was okay, she didn’t know shit, and so there was nothing wrong with ignoring her, or whatever, when the dark-haired woman finally said something. “She - Mary Jane, she was a model. And an actress.” Pausing mid-attempt to start taking back what she’d just been saying, Angel looked back at the older woman, cocking an eyebrow. An actress? Seriously? “And she danced for a while at a place called the...Gloom Room? I think?” Had she just thought ‘seriously’? Because she’d been way premature on that. Premature like a twelve year old seeing his first pair of real life tits, because Spider-Man had been married to someone who was named after a shoe, who ‘danced’ at a place with a name like that? Seriously??? “No way,” the winged girl declared flatly, daring her brain, or maybe just JD, to flip the switch of ‘ha! Gotcha!’ that she was pretty sure had to be coming. “She was a stripper?” And an ‘actress’, which didn’t add up with those other facts to mean Shakespeare or anything like, sure as fucking on a radiator was gonna get you burned. No way. She was being played here. “You’re telling me Spider-Man married some kind of pornstar who worked the pole,” said Angel, trying that thought on for size in her head to see how it fitted. “Whoa boy.” Now she felt kinda weird about twerking up on him last night. He’d probably been used to it, only from classy professionals. “I think she got bored," the dark haired woman continued, looking thoughtful again. “She was a lot more…more,” Jess added with a wave of her hand, a wave that wasn’t entirely clearly to Angel, who figured it was maybe supposed to mean this Mary Jane ho had gone out and gotten herself stacked like that teacher of Jimmy’s, or something, “than he was. So she left and he got his heart broken.” “But,” Spider-Woman went on, looking back over at Angel, who was still trying to process all of that into something that would fit in the story that the Avenger’s words were painting here, ”Peter would still want us to try to find her. Let her know. I think...yeah, I think that's what he'd want.” Yeah, because he’d married her, classy Shoe Gloom dancing porno enhanced booty, or no. Putting aside the current set of questions in her head (half of which were revolving around whether the woman really had left because she missed pornstar jumbo cock, or if JD had meant something else), Angel nodded. “Yeah, sounds like he would,” she agreed, before cocking her head to one side, a little thoughtfully. “You don’t think she’s working at that club down there, or anything, do you?” It’d be one hell of coincidence, sure. But it sounded like those things turned up fucking nine times out of ten with these people. "You should ask Gambit if he's got her working there," she suggested. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 8 2016, 12:59 PM Post #32 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Peter, knocking someone up? No. That...Jess couldn't even get that to work at all. As a thing. A thing that would apply to Peter Parker. He was...well, he was Peter Parker. And now Angel was doing the mouth opening and closing thing, which usually meant that she, Jessica Drew, had completely stopped making sense. Ha! See, she knew that one, too. Or Jess thought she did, though there were some other, possibly confused looking things happening around the winged girls facial area that she didn't know. Alright, she should try to fix that. Explain Mary Jane Watson, maybe? Though Spider-Woman was convinced at about that moment they'd fallen down some sort of weird rabbit hole if it was up to her to explain other people and their lives and their exes and- Right, right. Tangent, she was getting lost on another one. So. Mary Jane. Peter married her, because...well, he had. And Angel was probably right about that, too. That going to all that trouble probably meant he'd want his actress/model/some kind of dancer in a place called the Gloom Room ex-wife to at least know he wasn't... That he wasn't here anymore. If Mary Jane...cared at all anymore. “No way,” the winged girl declared flatly, looking like something in all that must've been a lot more surprising than she'd expected? The model part, maybe? The actress part? Was it really that surprising? They had at least...four or five of those running around the helicarrier at any given time. She could probably stop and take a definite count if she gave it some real thought. Would that help? "Way?" guessed Jess, because the surprised confusion was surprising and confusing her. Had Angel met Patsy? Or Ali? Or Simon? Or Johnny? She'd at least met Johnny, right? “She was a stripper?” Wait..what? Stripper? Had she accidentally said stripper? Jess was almost positive she had not said stripper. “You’re telling me Spider-Man married some kind of pornstar who worked the pole,” said Angel, as Jess tried desperately to remember if she had in fact said that and had some sort of episode that immediately erased it from her memory. "Whoa boy.” "I don't-" the dark haired former Avenger started to say, immediately second guessed herself, then went with, "Maybe?" Actress, model, dancer? "Is all that some secret code that adds up to porn star stripper?" It could be, Jess decided. Angel would probably know better than she did? Maybe that's why Peter never talked about MJ all that much? He didn't want to admit he'd accidentally married a stripping porn star? Not because Mary Jane Watson had got bored (though, yeah, porn star/stripper/pole dancer would explain why she hadn't been thrilled to hang out in Queens with May Parker all day, wouldn't it?) and broke Peter's heart. Because she...missed the adult entertainment industry life? That- Arrgggh! See, this? This was why Carol was not not supposed to be an evil, friend-killing, tyrant type person locked up in the brig. Carol was supposed to be here, helping her figure out if Peter Parker's ex-wife was a porn star! And her evil, evil cat stand-in was not helping. Glaring and sitting on her broken, slug eaten chair was not helpful. And all Jess really knew for sure was that, porn star stripper or not, yeah. Peter would probably want them to find her and let her know. Because he was a real person and a good person and he wasn't vengeful and grudge holding. “Yeah, sounds like he would,” she agreed, before cocking her head to one side, a little thoughtfully. “You don’t think she’s working at that club down there, or anything, do you?” Jess stopped her pen mid-motion, turned and peered back at Angel in sort of confused contemplation. "Well," she started slowly, brows pulled together in something she hoped would be an expression helpful for thinking, "I haven't been down there during working hours in a while..." So...maybe on that, too? You'd think Gambit might've mentioned it. Only it was Gambit and so he wasn't governed by the rules of what normal people were like, either. "You should ask Gambit if he's got her working there," Angel suggested and Jess nodded thoughtfully. "Right. I'll put that on the list, too." Picking up a different pen, since she had several and it seemed like the thing to do for some reason, Spider-Woman carefully added three more things to the list: Find Mary Jane Watson. Is Mary Jane Watson a porn star? Is Mary Jane Watson working as one of Gambit's strippers? "I feel like I'm missing something," she added when she finished, frowning down at the paper. "Like...oh! Wait! Jen. And Johnny." Who weren't porn stars (she didn't think, but Johnny had always seemed a little questionable) but would probably want to come on the secret, sneaky, Queens funeral. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 14 2016, 06:11 AM Post #33 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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No way. There was a kinda tentative “Way?” coming back at her, but Angel wasn’t about to get thrown by no literalist shit right now, and so she just got back to where she was heading with this, which was checking on whether JD was actually telling her that not only had Peter Parker had a surprise ex-wife, that same surprise ex-wife had been a stripper. As in, pornstar type that worked the pole. That was some big fucking no way shit there. Or it was the way she saw it, anyways. Maybe not so much if you actually knew the guy? Or just if you were an Avenger? Either way, JD was making with the look of someone that wasn’t seeing it. “I don't-" the dark haired former Avenger started to say, immediately second guessed herself, then went with, “Maybe? Is all that some secret code that adds up to porn star stripper?" Angel shrugged. “Well it ain’t adding up to cake baker or school guidance counsellor.” Not like she’d ever known someone who’d made it to actual films or anything, and maybe it was all different in the city, or for white kids who went to college, but if you were calling yourself ‘actress’ but dancing in a place that had a name that rhymed, or punned, and especially any that had ‘Room’ in that? Yeah, that was a pretty straight up piece of social math to add up, she figured. And that conclusion wasn’t doing much to get shifted as JD got that thinking look in her eye again, and letting out a few dribbles more of things about this ‘Mary Jane’ woman, and who she was, and what she’d done with Peter. Break his heart, that was the upshot, but even Spider-Woman seemed to have come round by the end of what she’d said to a bottom line about how that wouldn’t have mattered to him in no kind of way. Stripper or no, ex or no, bored or no, he’d have wanted this woman to know about him. That Angel could agree to, in case JD needed an extra person’s thinking here, the way the dark-haired Avenger seemed to sometimes. She could even try to use her brain, such as it was, and even try a little thinking on her own count about how someone might find a chick like that in a city like this one. They were on top of a strip club still (or you know, they had been this morning, because fuck knew where they were exactly now in this pirated Nazi metal attack balloon), and who knew what could happen in the world of spandex coincidences? She might be working at that club Gambit had been running out of his secret hidey basement, right? Maybe? It got JD stopping, at least, and looking confused. Which at this point might have meant anything, so Angel was half expecting a polite smack down of logic or reason about why that was probably bullshit for dumbasses. Didn’t come though. Instead Spider-Woman gave a slow “Well,” that didn’t sound like it was going to be the intro to a ‘you are full of crap, idiot’ explanation, so much as an actual consideration of the idea, “I haven't been down there during working hours in a while…” Had they used to do that? Man, if she’d known the terrorists had had their working meetings in classy ass strip joints back in the day, she’d have… …still got her dumb black ass thrown in a collar and camp about thirty fucking seconds after realizing she was a Mutie. Ah well. Two tears, motherfuck it. Back on the actual point they were working here, which in this case seemed to have a pretty logical next step, of asking Gambit if he had Peter Parker’s ex-wife as one of his girls down there. Spider-Woman nodded in that considering way again. “Right. I'll put that on the list, too.” See, yeah. They were getting somewhere. They were getting shit done, making plans. Writing it down. Or JD was doing that. Angel was standing here like a lump, but sometimes you had to wait, so yeah. She was just waiting. “I feel like I'm missing something," [JD] added when she finished, frowning down at the paper. “Like…oh! Wait! Jen. And Johnny.” Angel frowned slightly, trying to link up names with heroes, and once she was fairly confident that she’d matched those, figuring out where that link might have come from. “To come with?” she asked, after a second, taking a stab that seemed like the most likely. The Human Torch, he was tight with Spidey, everyone knew that, and she’d seen She-Hulk at the rubble today. So they’d want to be there, but if they were extending like this, then the winged girl had a feeling they probably weren’t the only one that should get added on there. “You should put JJ down too, then,” she added, because she’d want that. Or maybe she wouldn’t, but Peter might have. Something someone smarter than she could figure out, anyhow, because that was going on the list. Though… yeah. If it was… maybe it was just her being the newb here or whatever, but there was something that was starting to tweak again at the back of her brain, as Angel tried to think back over that. So not knowing how to go further on thinking about that, Angel decided just to go ahead and say it out loud. “Uhh. Do any of them even know ‘stealthy’ from dick?” she asked, kinda hesitant. Because if the answer was as much of a ‘hell no’ as she was guessing with those three, they should probably figure out how to work with that in this sneaking into a cemetery thing. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 14 2016, 11:53 AM Post #34 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Would Peter have mentioned it if Mary Jane had been a stripper? ... Would Peter have noticed if Mary Jane had been a stripper? So, no, she didn't have a lot of room to talk and Peter had always been her big brother type person, but sometimes? Sometimes he was as bad or worse than she was when it came to picking up on things he should pick up on and notice. Especially when those things were things he'd rather not notice or know about people he cared about. And he'd cared about Mary Jane. Peter had loved her so- Right. Putting that on the list and asking Gambit if maybe MJ was working in his club and she'd just missed that because she hadn't been there lately when it was during working hours. It could happen. Things like that had in fact happened to her in her life. More than once. So, there. It was written on the list. She and Angel had this handled. They were on a roll. They were definitely on a roll and not being attacked by evil cats or chair eating slugs and getting things done. This...this felt better. Like-like something was getting accomplished instead of sitting around (or hanging off the ceiling) feeling helpless and lost and- Too much like her. The her that Jessica Drew didn't like to be or want to be and still more times than she wanted to admit didn't know how not to be. It felt...better. Some better. Even if it felt like she was missing something, Jess decided, as she frowned down at the list and tried to get it to...tell her what it was? Or Angel. Angel would probably be better for that, and better for figuring it out, than a piece of paper that the dark haired woman was pretty sure (since, around here, you could never be completely sure) had no cognitive abilities. Oh! Wait! Jen! And Johnny! They'd squish-stomp her and set her on fire if she forgot them. They'd want to be there for Peter, too, and they should be. The frowning was contagious and she'd passed it over to the winged girl, apparently, but Jess thought that was probably okay this once to pass her confused thought process over to someone else. Angel seemed like she was the kind who could untangle it a little. And, well, she'd lived with that redhead who talked in all stream of consciousness and the strong one that thought she was a twelve year old doctor and wanted to be called Princess something or other, right? So she was probably used to it. “To come with?” she asked, after a second, and Spider-Woman nodded. See? She was right about Angel. “You should put JJ down too, then,” she added, oh! Yeah, that was another one. "Right! Pete would want that, too, and I don't want to reap the wrath of the other Jessica," Jessica agreed (the angry, angry, lots of four letter words wrath), then turned to do that, printing JJ's name, plus Jen and Johnny's, as a kind of side-note thing on the paper. So she'd remember them five minutes from now, not so Candy or Pepper or another one of the They Who Make Things Happen group needed to do it. That, Jess at least thought she could still manage herself. “Uhh. Do any of them even know ‘stealthy’ from dick?” Angel asked hesitantly. While also looking hesitant when Jessica Drew turned back toward her. And frowned again - it was a thing, it helped her think better - as she tried to decide if She-Hulk could exist in the same sentence, or even paragraph, as 'stealthy'. Big. Green. Seven feet tall. Add in Johnny, who was on fire a lot. And, because she'd been a detective once and a spy and other clue putting together things, it only took Spider-Woman about half a minute to come up with the obvious answer. "Uh." Which wasn't the answer, but she was getting there. "Nope," she declared. "Not even a little." Okay, that might not be technically true for all of them. So Jess backed up a little and threw in an amendment as she peered at Angel. "Well, JJ maybe." Since she was neither green, ridiculously tall, or on fire. "But She-Hulk? I'm not sure it's physically possible for Jen to be stealthy," Jess considered seriously for a moment. "And Johnny will be on fire. And Johnny. So...no?" There was another pause for thinking and Jess threw out her new, go to possible fix for all things. "Maybe we can shrink them, too?" Would that mean Johnny would be zooming around, looking like Tinkerbell trying to sneak into Queens? If it did, then they definitely had to do that. Peter would approve. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 15 2016, 06:28 PM Post #35 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Oh, JD was meaning for them to come with! Right, yeah… now that she’d figured it out, it seemed pretty fucking obvious, but it had been a day, and she was her own dumbass self, so Angel decided not to sweat it, but only point out that if they were making that list, they should probably have JJ on it too. “Right! Pete would want that, too, and I don't want to reap the wrath of the other Jessica," [Spider-Woman] agreed, provoking half a sideways glance from Angel for that last add on there. JJ, skinny suburban white girl that she’d seemed like, had wrath that was scary to an Avenger who’d made with the ‘bring it on bitches’ where it came to a Giant-ass Sentinel with machine guns for shoulder pads? She hadn’t seen that one coming, for sure. But maybe it explained why Mr Just-Call-Me-Scott had gotten kinda weird and twitchy last night when she’d mentioned the brown-haired woman. Definitely needed to nose that one out more later, but for now, something that might be more on the point was starting to tweak her brain, and putting that out there came first. The question being, if they were adding those three to the ‘sneak our way into a cemetery and ninja out- (fuck, no, not ninja. Never again) - and bust out a secret burial without anyone noticing, did any of them even know what stealthy looked like when it was at home? Yeah, there was a frown she’d kinda been hoping wouldn’t come back from JD, as the older woman turned back to look at her. The one that meant either it was a flat out wrinkle in the mix of how the fuck they were supposed to do it, or at best some kind of toss up that needed thought. Kinda a minor shit ton of thought, apparently. Huh. “Uh.” JD said eventually, before looking like she’d reached some kinda conclusion. “Nope,” she declared. "Not even a little.” Angel half-nodded in answer, pursing her lips as she tried to coax her brain into thinking about where they were supposed to go from there, only looking up when Spider-Woman tacked on a, ”Well, JJ maybe.” “You think?” the winged teenager asked, lifting her eyebrows again. She wouldn’t have guessed it herself, but then, who the hell knew sometimes? Veil sure as fuck didn’t come across as someone who’d have stealthy and unobtrusive down, between the hair and the perma-switch on her tongue, but she’d worked the under the radar thing in the Camp about as well as anyone. “But She-Hulk? I'm not sure it's physically possible for Jen to be stealthy," Jess considered seriously for a moment. "And Johnny will be on fire. And Johnny. So…no?” Angel nodded. She might be learning all kinds of things about everyone and their swearing suburban cousins and stripper wives today, but putting your money down on the Human Torch being about as ready to blend in as day-glo Hammer pants seemed like about as safe a bet as you could make. So they still had to figure out how to get around this shit, then. That couldn’t be too hard for an Avenger, even if her sidekick (shit, yeah, Butters really was invading her brain now) was a dumbass, whose brain was only flipping up ideas like digging a way in there underground, which even it could see was a bad call. And sure enough, only a few seconds later, JD was brightening up, like the bulb that had got the idea. “Maybe we can shrink them, too?” Angel paused for about a split second to consider that. “Pocket-sized She-Hulk?” she asked, already starting to grin, and her wings fluttering a little behind her in anticipation of how that looked in her head. “That’d be real, yo.” Then she had to cock her head back the other way, to figure out how that’d even happen. “Check it out with Mr Scott,” she continued, as a result of that considering, “because I’m thinking tunneling them in there ain’t gonna fly in a cemetery, and it ain’t like we can just make them invisible or nothing.” Shit. Brain tickling again, acting like she’d just tripped some internal dumbass alert that said she’d missed something obvious, only she couldn’t figure for shit what the hell it was. Angel paused, frowning, then threw a questioning look back at the Avenger. “Wait. Can we do that?” Like with tech or something? |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 16 2016, 12:46 PM Post #36 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Stealthy? Johnny and Jen and JJ? Uhhh... No. Jessica was going with a firm no on that. On fire guy who was Johnny and giant, green, stomping-until-the-ground-shakes Jen were absolutely not stealth friendly. Noooooo. Having been a terrorist spy, a private eye, and an Avenger who actually saw them being completely not-stealthy a lot told her so. JJ, though, she could probably do stealthy. So, that was...one? “You think?” the winged teenager asked a little dubiously, possibly. The raised eyebrows looked dubious. "She was a private detective," Spider-Woman replied with a shrug. Did that necessarily mean she was stealthy? No. But since Jessica Jones hadn't starved to death because she was a really bad, non-stealthy PI and she'd been hanging around with Wraith's team (not thinking about Luke, no, not thinking about Luke right now), it was probably safe to assume. Safe for even her to assume. So. That was JJ. But there was still She-Hulk and The Human Torch. Who would be giant and green and on fire and Johnny. None of which said there was any stealth in there anywhere at all or that they'd recognize it if stealth fell on them and tried to bond like a Venom. And Angel was nodding instead of giving her that 'your talking has stopped making any sense at all' look (and she knew that look, she definitely knew that look really well, so she'd have recognized it), so the dark haired Avenger imagined it was safe to assume all that, too. So, what? What could they do with big, green, stomping, on fire, flying people that they needed to be stealthy? Oh! Oh! Maybe they could shrink them? Scott or Jan or someone could make that happen, right? They'd made it happen for Angel. Except Angel was already smaller than the average person, and definitely smaller than Jen. Would that matter? Was there a height requirement for shrinking? Since Jan was pretty short, too? That might be something they'd need to check on, too, so Jess wrote that down on the list next. “Pocket-sized She-Hulk?” Angel asked, grinning like that wasn't the craziest thing she'd ever heard. She, Jess, was obviously on a roll here. An actual making sense to other people roll. That was good. Little strange, but good. “That’d be real, yo.” "Like an adorable Jen action figure," Jessica agreed with a confirming nod as Angel though of whatever thing the way her head was canted said she was thinking over. As Spider-Woman herself thought over the Jen shrinking, wondered if Jen would stomp them all for thinking it even, then decided it was Jen, she might just like it. “Check it out with Mr Scott,” she continued, as a result of that considering, “because I’m thinking tunneling them in there ain’t gonna fly in a cemetery, and it ain’t like we can just make them invisible or nothing.” "And I don't think we have anyone who can tunnel..." Jessica Drew added with a frown of both thinking and confusion. Confused thinking? Thoughtful confusion? "I wonder what happened to the Mole Man," she pondered next as she moved to add another line to the list under 'check height requirements for shrinking'. 'Ask Scott about all the requirements of shrinking and if Jen will kill us if we shrink her down to an adorable action figure'. Scott was used to her. He'd understand. “Wait. Can we do that?” Angel asked next, looking like she was having her own thoughtfully frowning confusedly moment. "Can we...find the mole man?" Jessica ventured a guess. To tunnel into a graveyard? With his...creepy little mole people? Eugh. No. That didn't sound right, did it? Oh! Wait! Wait, she had this one! "Make them invisible?" she tried again with more confidence and less wanting to crawl out of her own skin because she'd made herself have to think of creepy mole people. Creepy invisible mole people? Eugh. There was something, though. Something in her brain that all that was trying to shake loose so she'd notice it. Invisible. Could they make everyone- "Yes!" Jess announced triumphantly. "We have invisible." Well, they didn't have invisible, but they knew someone who did. "Or we have someone who can do invisible. Well, Johnny has someone who can do invisible. Sue. Sue can do invisible really, really well." The Invisible Woman. It was right there in her name. "Onto the list," Jess announced as she turned to write that down, too. 'Ask Susan Richards to make everyone invisible so we can bury Peter.' |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 17 2016, 04:18 AM Post #37 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Pocket-sized She-Hulk? That was some for real shit Spider-Woman was coming out with now. For serious. “Like an adorable Jen action figure,” She-Hulk’s fellow Avenger contributed, so it couldn’t be that messed up to be thinking about it. “Mini-Smash,” Angel shot back. Just because she could. Had it ever happened before? Because it should have, unless it was something that Dr Evil Pym had been trying to do to these terrorist Resistance people for years, in which case it would flip over to sucking monkey balls without stopping for breath. You mostly had to figure JD would have known, though, if that had been a thing… only… …yeah, safest bet? Checking it out with Mr Scott. She’d already learned that much, just in a couple of days, and in this case he was the guy who knew about all things shrinking (Miss Wasp too, but she seemed like someone who owned the shrinking, rather than knowing about it). And the way Angel was seeing this problem, stretching out in her brain like a sheet in serious need of some airing, shrinking was looking like it was gonna end up being key. What else was there? Tunneling kinda seemed out, when you were trying to get into a place that was all about filling up the ground with dead people, and sure, if you could just make people invisible, that’d work, but that wasn’t something they could do, or nothing… …right? Only it still felt to the winged girl like she was missing something, and not the something that was the ‘stream of consciousness’ stuff that JD had going over by where she was sitting now. That had the sound of something that was thinking aloud, not needing an answer, so Angel didn’t pay it too much mind, focusing instead on trying to track down the source of whatever the fuck it was that wouldn’t stop itching in the back of her brain. Because you couldn’t just turn people invisible, even if you were an Avenger. An Avenger who knew all the people who could do all the damn things ever, or build tech for the things they couldn’t, or… …yeah, fuck, she was a dumbass. Hold up, and wait, girl. Could they do that? “Can we...find the mole man?" Jessica ventured a guess. “Huh?” Angel asked, feeling her frown deepen. Who the fuck was a mole man, when he was at home? Because that name made it sound like some crazy creeper who tunneled under things so he could stare up someone’s dress or something, and she was saying this as someone who’d fucking called herself Blowfly this morning. “No,” she added, in case that wasn’t clear already. “Make them invisible?” JD asked after, sounding more like she’d clued in on the radio station. “Yeah, that,” Angel agreed with a nod. “Yes!” Jess announced triumphantly not too long after that, like she’d looked it up in some mental filing system and hit a match. “We have invisible.” Okay, yeah, sounded good. Was it like, what? Another set of particles to swallow or something? Before she got to asking that though, JD came through with more explanation and shit. “Or we have someone who can do invisible. Well, Johnny has someone who can do invisible. Sue. Sue can do invisible really, really well.” Sue? Who was… Sue? Sue, who was someone that belonged to the Human Torch, apparently, only as Angel was racking her brain back and forth, she wasn’t coming up with no match. Not for a while, anyway, till she remembered to think about Invisible, and the Fantastic Four, and… …oh shit. “Is that Mrs R?” she asked tentatively. Mutants and X-men and shit, that was one thing. Whatever. Avengers, that was a different thing, but she’d kinda figured out how to hold her shit together around them, but… like… shit. The Invisible Woman, she was like the Martha Stewart of Super-heroes, only without the seedy-ass jail-time to bring her down into a world where it wasn’t completely fucking whacked out of someone’s mind to imagine her talking to some trailer trash crap who… “Onto the list," Jess announced as she turned to write that down, too. “Uhh… yeah. Good shit,” Angel agreed, plastering one of her go-to semi-confused but okay airs over her voice. That was to cover the sucking, gurgling feeling that was kinda starting to inch up through her stomach if she thought too hard about how things like the Invisible Woman being somewhere. Yeah. Whatever, it’d be fine. No one would notice her, especially now she could work the shrinking thing, so, yeah. No fucking problem. Moving on, though, so Angel leaned over, throwing a look at the piece of paper JD had been writing on. “That’s one pretty tight list now,” she told the dark-haired woman. It had definitely gotten filled up with a whole bunch of points and shit. “We should probably take it to your team or something, see what they think.” |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 17 2016, 03:05 PM Post #38 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Could they...find the Mole Man? No, no. That couldn't be right. Why would they want to find the Mole Man? Why would anyone want to find the Mole Man. He was creepy. “Huh?” Angel replied, which Jessica Drew was taking as just another way of saying 'oh god, no, no creepy Mole Man'. She hated the Mole Man. Peter had hated the Mole Man (or he'd at least strongly disliked the Mole Man, she wasn't sure Peter had actually hated anyone ever). Wait, though. She thought, Jess really did think, that she knew this one! Yes! Not the Mole Man but invisible. They'd been talking about making people invisible. “Yeah, that,” Angel (who she still couldn't really bring herself to call Blowfly) confirmed. That confirmation sparked other things in Spider-Woman's brain. Helpful things, even. Things that reminded her that - yes! - they did have invisible. Invisible-ness? Well, however you said it, they had access to it as her slow but building up steam brain was finally cluing her into. They had a person who could do invisible. Or Johnny did, since Sue would probably be considered officially his person. Or Reed's person or - Okay, that part didn't matter so much. What mattered was they had access to Susan Storm Richards. Who was, in fact, named the Invisible Woman. And she, in fact, did invisible things really, really well. Sue was the reigning champ of invisible. Though Jess' smile faded just a little at that triumphant realization when she caught the look on Angel's face. And wondered briefly if she'd accidentally started throwing out words in Spanish or German or some random language that wasn't English or something? There was confusion or puzzlement going on there. One of those things Jess was used to seeing on people's faces when her mouth started throwing out words that only made sense to her, whatever language they happened to be in. It was a familiar expression, she saw it a lot, it was easy to identify. “Is that Mrs R?" the winged girl asked tentatively. That was something that didn't usually go along with talking about Sue unless you were Johnny and you'd just incinerated something really inconvenient. "You've been talking to Stacy, haven't you?" Jess asked curiously, since that's the only other person she'd heard call Sue that. Possibly ever. Except maybe Vance (but that wasn't a good train of thought was it?) But nevermind and Spider-Woman waved that away as she nodded. "Yes. Sue. We call her Sue. You can call her Sue, too." Because she was...Sue. Everyone called her Sue. Anything else seemed very, very strange. Anyway, onto the list! Though it did give her a second's pause as she wrote that down to consider that this probably negated the need to make a really small, action figure, mini-smash Jen. Which was too bad. Maybe they could work that in anyway? “Uhh… yeah. Good shit,” Angel agreed, and wait. What was that on Angel's face? What kind of expression was that? Was that...was it a 'what the hell have I gotten myself into' expression that the younger girl was trying to cover or overwrite with something else? Jess narrowed her eyes slightly in speculation as she tried to figure that out. Carol Danvers had been her best friend and Carol had an entire facial expression spectrum, with footnotes, for all occasions and she definitely knew the 'oh god, what have I just let Jess get me into' one. It was a frequent one. Though Carol had never tried to hide it with something else all that much. Before she could get a good grip on the definite identification of what was going on there (she wasn't...scared of Sue, was she? Was that even possible?), Angel leaned over to give the list a once over of her own. “That’s one pretty tight list now,” she declared and Jess looked back down at it and gave her own considering nod of approval. “We should probably take it to your team or something, see what they think.” Jess nodded again, looking it over one more time to see if there was anything else she could think of that needed to be put on there. "Yeah," the dark haired woman agreed, laying her pen down when she didn't come up with anything. "Yeah, we should let the rest of the team take a look." Jan would give her that look if they didn't, and she did not like that look from Jan. "We can do that at Steve's thing," Jessica added, turning back to Angel. "Since we'll all be in one place then." Yes. This felt...better. Better than before. Useful. Something she could deal with. At least until Chewie decided to change sitting places, jumped to the coffee table and plopped is big, fat, furry butt right on her list. And glared at her. Jess glared right back at her former best friends annoying, angry cat. "I so should've let the slug eat you." |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 19 2016, 04:10 AM Post #39 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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“You’ve been talking to Stacy, haven't you?” Angel shrugged, using the one-shoulder, uni-shrug class of shrug that was generally a go-to for deflection purposes. She might have, at that. Yeah, she had got that from the least uptight (also scaliest) medical person she’d ever met (unless you had to count that crazy-ass lizard lady that had come in for Vic and his arm then ended up tight with Veil instead in that category, only she seemed as likely to slice and dice a person as heal them, so the winged girl tended not to), but… “Yes. Sue. We call her Sue. You can call her Sue, too.” Angel personally had her doubts about that, but she had to admit it was pretty fucking nice of JD, to say it like it was true or something. Didn’t mean she was about to starting thinking it really was, but, yeah. It was nice to say. So the teenager made sure not to look too much sideways at the Avenger for saying it, doing her best to get her face together into some kind of straight up confused dumbass is a dumbass expression instead as she answered with a vague, only slightly hesitatey piece of agreement. Good shit. Yeah. Moving the fuck on, though, and not slowly either, because Spider-Woman kinda was starting to have a look on her face now like she’d spotted something was off, and was getting ready to go into that with the poking, and the questions, Angel stepped nearer, making for the redirect on the conversation before the older woman could. That, right there, was one pretty tight list now, she declared, and was kinda relieved, back inside her head, to see the dark-haired woman turn her attention back to it and nod like she had reviewed it and found it right. So, if they were good with that then, they should probably, like, take it to the team at this point, and see what they thought about it all. Right? JD gave it one more look over, before agreeing. “Yeah,” she said, and there went the pen, laid down like a job that had got done. Done like fuck, too - they had that paper filled up with all kinds of points, and that felt like something good, considering. “Yeah, we should let the rest of the team take a look.” Angel nodded. Not that she really knew them that well, or anything, but she had eyes, and at least some kind of brain, and so what she’d seen over the last couple of days said JD’s team wasn’t anything like the Maker (and Wicked, maybe even more) had run the Dance back in the Camp. They’d all have opinions they’d all getting to share, all over the place. “We can do that at Steve's thing," Jessica added, turning back to Angel. "Since we'll all be in one place then.” “Right,” Angel agreed, bobbing her head back into another nod, then - kinda feeling like she ought to try to be a more active part of this conversation, “that’ll save on wrangling time.” She’d seen some of that already too, and this was one giant-ass Helicarrier if you didn’t already have everyone coming to one spot, without even thinking about factoring in teleporters and crap. “And there’ll be snacks,” she added, tacking that on because it still felt like an important point. Sure, Butters had been fucking top about being on top of getting a girl fed, even with hearing about Peter and all, but… not even a week out of Camp Turnip or Starve here. Not fucking about to turn down food if someone was putting it out. So that was good, and the winged teenager was just about to get on toward asking if JD was good to get that list and think about getting out of this room (did it actually smell kinda like it had been used as a brooding cave, or was that just her brain?), when that damn cat tuned back into the reality wavelength instead of whatever the fuck it had been watching on the wall. Meaning it probably realized it hadn’t been keeping up with its fucking devil quota, because there it went, jumping from the chair right up onto the table. Square on the list, like it was thinking about wiping its ass on it. “Hey now!” Angel protested indignantly at its fucking furry ass. Not fucking right! “I so should've let the slug eat you.” Yeah, sending Eany away definitely wasn’t looking like the smartest decision she’d ever made right now, was it? Frowning, Angel looked at the Avenger, and then at the cat, weighing what she could see for how they could play this, and then back at the Avenger. “I guess your spider blasts are still out as an option, huh?” JD had seemed kind of reluctant about that, back at the apartment when they’d gone to extract him, so she wasn’t holding out much hope for things having changed now, which meant trying the next in a line of options that all seemed kinda shit. “I mean, I could spit at him,” she continued, “but…” Yeah, okay. Pausing dramatically, so as to kind of emphasize the idea, didn’t seem to have caught the cats scraggly-ass ears at all. It wasn’t moving at all, just kinda sitting there, staring back with his freaky-ass green cat eyes. Okay, well, maybe she had a better option, anyhow. “I could shrink, and then spit at him,” Angel suggested next. “That might not cause much damage.” Nothing major, or anything. Or at least she was kinda guessing it wouldn’t, on account of the part where it would be tiny, and everything. One last time though. “Or it could just listen up better and move its damn furry ass,” the teenager tried, aiming for loud and pointed, because that felt like the way you had to talk to cats. This one just sat there, though. Didn’t move a fucking inch. Fucksticks. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 19 2016, 02:40 PM Post #40 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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Angel had a look and Jessica did not know exactly what that look was. It was a look she was trying not to have. Actually, it was a look she didn't have, since the winged girl had slapped something else over it like wallpaper. So maybe it was more that Angel didn't have a look so much as Spider-Woman had a feeling (a spider-feeling?). A feeling that...Angel might be afraid of Sue? Well, there was a thought that didn't make any sense but her head was used to things like that popping into it so it wasn't a big deal. Was there anyone who was afraid of Sue? Anyone besides Johnny? And maybe...Dr. Doom? Okay, killing her own point, even she could tell when she was doing that, so they'd leave it at telling Angel that she could call the Invisible Woman Sue, too, like the rest of them. Except for Stacy, who was the only other one who ever called her 'Mrs. R' and who'd apparently passed that on to Angel. But Angel was shrugging that off and nodding and still looking like she might be wanting to have a look. Maybe an uncomfortable look, or maybe a shifty eyed look, and Jess had done enough of both of those herself (peer pressure, it was her downfall; and Patsy. Patsy was also her downfall), that she didn't really keep trying to figure that out instead of going back to the list. The list that had things on it and that let her feel like they'd actually accomplished something. Something more than hanging off the ceiling (or bumping off the ceiling, maybe, in Angel's case) and brooding and feeling like the world was that too strange, too hard to try to make sense of place that she didn't belong. The way it had felt off and on for five years of war and having her best friend try to kill her and everyone else they knew. And most of all today, when it had felt like that world she'd never, ever be enough of a person to figure out more than ever, when she was still here and Peter Parker wasn't and never would be again. It was a good list. A list they should definitely run by the rest of the team. They could even do that right now. Or soon. At the 'Steve is still alive' party Jan was throwing and everyone would be at already. “Right,” Angel agreed, bobbing her head back into another nod, before adding, “that’ll save on wrangling time.” Jess did her own nodding, because the helicarrier had not stopped being a huge, flying metal thing that made it really hard to track people down on without GPS tracking or Nick Fury. Because Nick had had some kind of weird, people finding magic powers. She'd never been able to hid from Nick. No one could. "And there’ll be snacks,” Angel added and that was also an important point. None of them had had enough time to get past 'food that isn't turnips, potatoes, or oatmeal is an amazing gift from on high' yet. Eugh, she never, ever wanted to have to look at another bowl of oatmeal. "Jan does the best snacks," Jess confirmed with a solemn nod befitting decent food availability. "She is the queen of all things party-ish and finger foods." Because she was Janet Van Dyne and it was probably a genetic thing. "And not oatmeal," the dark haired woman added, just to be thorough and make sure that was covered. So, that was it, wasn't it? List finished, party food covered, no brooding on the ceiling. That meant they should probably get themselves down to the lounge Jan had forcibly occupied and turned into a pseudo-party, welcome Steve back (she was definitely hugging him again) room, right. Or...there could be kamikaze Chewie again. Planting hsi fat, furry, growly butt right down on her list. Arrrrrgh! Why? Why was this the cat Carol had picked out to have and then somehow made her promise to take care of? Voodoo! It had to be voodoo! “Hey now!” Angel protested indignantly, in this case righteous, righteous indignity, at the return of the evil devil cat of evil. She so should've let Eany eat him, Jess proclaimed as she narrowed her eyes at Chewie and Chewie glared at her like he had every right to decide to rest his ass on her paperwork. “I guess your spider blasts are still out as an option, huh?” Jessica Drew considered that as she kept glaring at Carol's cat from devil cat hell. Well, it'd probably take out the list. Possibly the coffee table. Who knew if it'd take out the cat, he probably had some evil cat voodoo armor for that or something. But it might be worth. Yes it might. “I mean, I could spit at him,” she continued, “but…” Jess' green eyes shifted to Angel consideringly. "That'd still take out the list. And probably the table." And who knew about the cat. Still might be worth it though, Spider-Woman continued to ponder as she looked back to Chewie and Chewie growled at her with a smug, completely unconcerned about being blasted or acid spit on, 'Rrrrowr'. “I could shrink, and then spit at him,” Angel suggested next. “That might not cause much damage.” That...actually didn't sound bad. It wouldn't hurt Chewie to get singed a little, right? It might be good for him. It would definitely be good for her. “Or it could just listen up better and move its damn furry ass,” the teenager tried, like Chewie might decide to care about that and listen. Nope, nope. "He's Carol's cat," Jess pointed out matter-of-factly. "That'll never work." It'd never worked on Carol. It would never work on Chewie. "You could shrink," she started again, warming to that idea. For about two seconds until other inconvenient truths jumped into her brain and she frowned, "...but he'd probably take the opportunity to try to eat you," she finished slowly instead, looking back to Angel as she shared that revelation. She really should mention that to Scott and Jan, too. Just in case. "Okay, that's it," Spider-Woman stated firmly, turning back to Chewie with her best, stern expression she'd borrowed from Carol years ago. "Shoo!" the dark haired woman ordered, making the time honored, internationally understood shoo-ing motion with both hands. "Get your hairy butt off our list." No, that wasn't working was it? "I will blast you, table and list and all," she declared sternly to the razor clawed, ill mannered 'pet' that was her new roommate for possibly the rest of her life. "I will," she insisted. Chewie just looked at her then did the evil cat equivalent of blowing her a raspberry, or giving her the finger, by grabbing her pen and batting it around. While still sitting on her paper. "This is what it's like to have kids, isn't it?" Jess asked suspiciously, maybe a little desperately, to Angel and maybe also the universe. Whoever felt like answering. Yes. This had to be exactly what it was like to have kids. Little kids who couldn't even talk yet and were four times smaller than you and who still wouldn't listen to one thing you said. She was never, ever, ever having kids. "I will hug you again," she threatened determinedly, reaching toward him and maybe getting ready for just a tiny bio-blast. Only a little one. Really. Wouldn't hurt him at all. Probably. |
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| Angel Salvadore | Oct 21 2016, 05:11 AM Post #41 |
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Whorier Than Thou
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Aww, hey now! They were supposed to be done and moving to the door, on the way to getting snacks that JD said would be the best! Even if there was something about oatmeal that they were supposed to avoid because that wasn’t Miss Wasp’s thing, there was going to be snacks, and food to eat. Only now there was that fuck damn of an orange cat, choosing just that moment to wander on over and plop his fat ginger ass down on JD’s list. Hey the fuck now… JD was sound off on having ought to have had Eany eat the damn thing, which might have been good, but wasn’t about to happen, since she, Angel had been a dumbass and sent her favourite slug buddy off to do his thing. And she was guessing that the Avenger’s Spider-blasts weren’t going to fly either, even if saying it out loud did make the older woman look kinda thoughtful, but while she could, in theory, spit at it… “That’d still take out the list. And probably the table.” “Yeah, maybe,” Angel agreed, pressing her lips together into a thin, hopefully thinking kind of a line. She still didn’t really know exactly how much damage that could do (at least to things that weren’t a scrotum), but they’d put a whole shit ton of work into that list, and she definitely did not want to damage it or anything. ’Rrrrowr’ announced the cat, smug on his fucking paper-jail prison guard perch. Yeah, okay, he was going down. They just had to figure out how. She… she could… well, she could shrink, and then spit at him, because that probably wouldn’t cause as much damage, just sting him a little or whatever. Or it could just buy a fucking clue and listen to all the threats they were tossing around about grievous bodily harm, and take its furry damn ass off the fuckling line… …or not. “He’s Carol's cat," Jess pointed out matter-of-factly. "That'll never work.” Right, because it was Warbird’s Nazi-ass stormtrooper cat, and it’s secret mission was to get left behind and slowly kill them all on the inside by annoying them all to death. Or clawing them. Whichever happened first. Too bad JD was still set on that ‘no harming animals’ crap she’d made them all promise the other day. And that the cat was still set on the all-important, not to be damaged, sheet of paper. "You could shrink," she started again, sounding kinda positive about that for a half a moment or two before frowning it all back off the table, switching back to “…but he'd probably take the opportunity to try to eat you.” Shit. “Ach, yeah,” Angel nodded hurriedly, since even if she really did have special fly reflexes or something, she did not trust them against furry ginger devil spawn, “Hell to the no.” Definitely removing that option, for all but an absolute last death option. She’d done enough nearly getting her fat ass killed this morning, and Mr Scott would kill that same ass if she actually got it eaten. “Okay, that's it," Spider-Woman stated firmly, taking back the initiative, and rounding on the cat with a look that was either set on business, or semi-constipated. “Shoo!” Nothing. “Get your hairy butt off our list.” With hand gestures. Still nothing. “I will blast you, table and list and all,” serious look back in all kinds of force. Yeah, still nothing. “I will," she insisted. Angel frowned, then raised her eyebrows a little back at the older woman. “Now he knows you ain’t ever gonna,” she pointed out. Dumbass she might be, but she still knew some shit about people. Less about cats, but on this, she was kinda betting they were going to be like small furry people. Or big furry people, like the bikini kitty lady. Maybe they could get her in here or something? “This is what it's like to have kids, isn't it?” JD asked, back to sounding not constipated, but definitely kinda frazzled. Angel folded her arms across her stomach, considering that idea for a second before answering. “Yeah, I dunno,” she said. Her little sisters, she didn’t remember being like this - maybe because her Mom actually would have slapped their skinny little almond-asses if they’d tried to sass her that way, but still. On the other hand, though, “this is what it’s like to have a Molly,” she did have to acknowledge. Which, if she was thinking that way, meant she ought to have at least one or two more plays on the fucking playbook to try to deal with the beast, right? Except where it came to Molly, there’d usually been Angelo, to tease her into submisison, or Brian, to do the same with his hypnotic white-toothed smiling shit, and neither of those were going to fly here, even if she had had them. So what else was there? Bribes? Did they have any food around this place? Or… …shit, she knew there was something else. Something that was pretty much always infallible, even with Molly when she was worked up and doing her thing, but her dumbass brain was going and freezing up and… “I will hug you again," [JD] threatened determinedly, and bringing the hand motions with it too, making like she really was going to advance on the furry cat-beast. That got Angel’s brain finally clicking into gear, and pulling up it’s own, semi-magical-thinking, last-ditch idea. What did you do with Molly? It’s called Distraction, stupid. And she had… yeah… she totally had this. Or something. Hopefully this. “Hey, wait up,” the winged teenager called out, hoping to call the Avenger off while she stood back where she was and fumbled for the fancy ass tech-glasses from the mission she’d shoved up on top of her head and then forgotten about after, pulling them off her head. “How about…” she continued, while trying to rotate them around and still remember where all the different buttons Mr Scott had drilled her on were, “..we try…” ahh, yeah, that was the one. Press that, see the big red spot of the targeting laser appear on the wall, and then she’d just press that other one, and dial it back to a little to a smaller point, and then move it over to just a little way off from the cat, “there!” With little red dot hovering just out of the distance of the Beast-paws, Angel did her best to make it dance a little, back and forth. Two little beady green cat eyes fixated on it, tracking it in a way that made her glad all over again that JD had pulled shrinking off the table, then there was finally a paw swipe. Good. She moved it a little further, encouraging another, and then a little further again, and… fuck yeah! “Shit!” Angel exclaimed, despite herself. It had moved! The cat had moved off enough to expose most of the list. “Shit!” she repeated, waving her free hand, while still trying her best to keep the laser spot moving the cat away from the list. “Grab it, and let’s fucking run!” Because she sure as fuck didn’t want to be in the room when the cat realized that there wasn’t going to be juicy red spot on its dinner menu. |
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| Spider-Woman | Oct 21 2016, 02:47 PM Post #42 |
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Does Whatever A Spider-Man Can, And Then Some
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She would blast him. She would absolutely blast Chewie's hairy, orange, list sitting, evil devil cat butt. She would blast it, table and list and all. That wasn't working, was it? Arrrgggh! And now Angel was giving her looks. Looks that told Spider Woman exactly how much no one in this room was buying her threats of bio blasting. “Now he knows you ain’t ever gonna,” the winged teenager informed her. Oh god, this was what it was like to have kids, wasn't it? This was exactly what it was like to have kids, Jessica Drew suddenly understood with an bad, bad form of clarity. Dammit! Now she could never have kids. That was all Carol's fault. “Yeah, I dunno,” Angel replied after folding her arms over her stomach (possibly to fend off any surprise attempts at disemboweling; they could not rule that out) and a little thought time, “this is what it’s like to have a Molly,” she did acknowledge and Jess' brow furrowed yet again. "Is that some kind of code?" she asked curiously. What was 'a Molly' code for? Oh, wait, maybe that wasn't code, it was just someone named Molly? That was one of Angel's friends from the Camp, right? The maybe preteen one that was going around with Cece's healers? Jessica peered back at Chewie, who was still glaring at her, and considered that. It wasn't a bad idea. Maybe she should hand Chewie off to Cece. Okay, no, no. Not the point, shouldn't be thinking of inflicting Chewie on Cece along with Chewie-like teenagers. They could deal with Chewie. They could get Chewie off their list. They would- She would hug him again, Jess insisted to the list-sitter in question. Scalp be damned, she would so hug the hell out of Chewie again. That would show him! Or...just get her nearly scalped again, but she was getting desperate. It was a plan. Not a great plan, but a plan, and the dark haired Avenger screw up her determination and started reaching for the inherited pet from hell, drawing up a bio charge at the same time. Just a little one. A very little bio charge. It'd be fine. Yes. “Hey, wait up,” the winged teenager called out, stopping her mid-hug-motion and Jessica froze. Did she have a plan? Oh god, please let her have a plan because she was so done with Chewie razor hugs. “How about…” Angel continued, not killing her hopes for a plan, but dimming them a lot, “..we try…” but she wasn't done so Jess stayed in her pre-hugging position, waiting for whatever was percolating in the winged girls brain to finish or gel or...whatever it needed to do that might keep her from having to hug an evil, scalp killing, in your face pencil batting cat. Waited while Angel...played with her glasses? Was that the plan? How was that a plan? Was she going to throw them at Chewie, because she didn't think that would work, either... “there!” And there was suddenly a little red dot, bouncing around just in front of Chewie and that was definitely working. Yes! It was working and Chewie was transferring his attention from her pencil to that dot. More importantly, his fat, hairy ass was moving. Moving off their list! "Yes! Laser dot powers!" Why hadn't she thought of laser dot powers? Possibly, Jess decided, because she didn't have any laser dot powers and Angel was just that awesome. Doing a weird dance, being a cat whisperer for a crazy demon cat kind of awesome “Shit!” Angel exclaimed, as Jess realized she could stop being frozen in the 'about to hug blast you' position as Chewie moved and started to move off the list. “Shit!” she repeated, waving her free hand, toward the whole list/cat/pencils tableau. “Grab it, and let’s fucking run!” Jessica's eyes went wide for a second. Chewie? Nooooo. Weren't they doing this so no one had to grab- Oh. She meant the list. Right. That made more sense. "Got it!" Jess acknowledged, hand darting out and snatching the list out from under whatever part of Chewie and his ass (only leaving a tiny bit of one corner behind, but they didn't need that. He could have it. Spoils of war or whatever.) was still planted on it. "Running! Running right now!" Then sprinted for the door, list waving in the breeze like their flag of triumph. "Go! Go!" she called to Angel with the urgency of not wanting to see what part of them Chewie scalped for taking his list and his red dot away, punching the palm plate thing frantically (but remembering to keep the frantic to something less than 'smash the plate, trap us in here with Chewie for all eternity') until the door opened. Then keeping it open just long enough for Angel to sprint/fly/get the hell out of the room as fast as possible under whatever power she wanted to do that with before smacking at the plate again and slipping out behind her as the door reclosed. Just in front of a not happy at all looking Chewie who would probably want to scalp them both all over, now, but Ha! He couldn't do that, because they were out and he couldn't chew through the door. Probably. Definitely not before they were around the corner and out of sight with a good head start. So yes! Win! That definitely counted as a win for Team Bug People vs. Evil Best Friend Devil Cat. [size0][Cont'd I believe in We Say Goodbye, We Say Hello] |
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