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Human...This oneâs human! It shouldâve been a welcome change from the upright beetles and turds-with-legs, but there was something painfully detached in knowing he was just as capable of laying into him as the rest.Â
He wore their colours. He spoke their tongue. He even had that stupid space cowboy posture gong on. So, even if they both just happened to come from the same planet, he had to remind himself that they were not on the same side.Â
A defensive growl resonated deep within the youthâs chest as he backed even further into the shadows, analsying every breath the stranger took with a furrowed brow. If he looks like them, he wants to be there, which means heâs as much a cruel, sadistic bastard as the rest of them, and just as deserving of vengeance once Jack finds a way off this tin can.
âItâs kindâf a blur,â he mumbled, wondering if this was all just an inevitable dip in his sanity. Space...Aliens...Titans...Heâs fucking lost it. âThis creepy old dude showed up with a bunchâf monsters, said ah was tâbe part of his army or somethinâ...â Which, subconsciously, was a very appealing thought. Screw Terra - err, Earth. Thereâs nothing left for him there anymore, not on that rock. Thanos is where itâs at.
Thanos?
âLook...â Thereâs a weary shake of the head as he attempts to clear his thoughts. âAh remember fightinâ some space-cops. But, evârythinâ went dark after that, alright?â Thank god. âLast thing ah rememberâs wakinâ up here witâ you anâ the blue guy.â Neither of whom, he was particularly fond of.
âS-Stay back!â The youth tenses as the Ravager draws nearer, an arm outstretched to ensure he keeps his distance. âAh told you evârythinâ! Ainât that enough?! Ah ainât even been tâspace before!â
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Nngh...
Another round of merciless blows strike the prisoner, adding a new set of bruises to the collection heâd amassed since falling into the Ravagersâ hands. Blood trickles from a broken lip, and heâs fairly certain thereâs a few bruised ribs coming along for the ride.Â
Try as he may to fight back, thereâs little Jack can do beyond sulk in the shadows, where heâs been chained up like some feral beast. Even if he could break free, the chance of him being able to take out Yondu, his crew and pilot the ship to god-knows-where is pretty god-damn slim, with odds stacked so against him that he soon adopts a defeated stance.
âLook,â he wheezes, attempting to crawl into a seated position. âAh told you guys evârythinâ ah know...Anâ, thatâs nothinâ.â This one's new, heâll give him that, but theyâre all the same cookie-cut bastard in Jackâs eyes. âSo, jusâ...do what you gotta...â
sonofasymbol:
âDudeâno. The guys made me watch Old Yeller with them the other day, Iâm not gonna do that to you.â Heâs sobbed through almost every pet movie heâs watched, itâs becoming a problem. So, itâs not something James wants to replicate in real time. Heâd made the comment jokingly, not with the intention of getting some sort of morbid ultimatum thrown in his face. He respected the fact Jack had the potential to be very dangerous, but there was no way he was going to put him down like a rabid dog if things ever got risky.Â
âWoah-woah-woah. I said you outta knock me out if I go off the rails - didnât say anythinâ about actually puttinâ me down!â Given the inevitable backlash should he fail to revert, it was probably the safer option in the grand scheme of things. But, he didnât put this much effort into reforming to be killed off by the heroes he was trying to appease! ...Or, was that another strand of good guy humour?
âI ainât killed you so far, so you must be doinâ somethinâ right tânot piss off the big guy.â
venomblastings:
Jessica always found herself grounded by people from her years in California. She would never go back there, a little too much history, but reconnecting with Jack may just be a good thing. That is, unless, somehow Gypsy Moth was behind him. Controlling him by the fur. Or Madame Hydra-slash-Viper had him under some mind control. Or he was a  Or something. In all her years, her paranoia never escaped her.
âNot business, just survival for folks like us.â She tipped an imaginary glass to him. âMore so your kind of folks, though.â
Jessica offered a weak smile. âHm.â She hated the smell of smoke. Reminded her of Madripoor. And with heightened senses, it was always potent. âAt the end of the day, Iâm Spider-Woman. First and best. And all the baggage that comes with that.â She smirked. âIncluding S.H.I.E.L.D and⊠Hydra.â The organizationâs name was poison in her mouth.
âWhat about you? Without all my fancy S.H.I.E.L.D bullshit I canât spy on old friends anymore.â
âDamn right,â he agreed, mirroring the gesture by raising a hand of his own. âItâs all we can do these days. Things were simpler when ah first came on the scene, quieter, capes wonât really a thing back then - now, evâryone and their dogâs a damn super anâ thereâs no place for guys like me tâgo.â If there ever was.Â
âDamn. Now you got me soundinâ like some olâ greybeard, rememberinâ the old days. But, there were some good times, Jess - ainât gonna deny that.â
He tilts his head somewhat in an almost canine-like gesture of confusion, before clipping the cigarette between two fingers, casting it aside for the time being. Canât say heâs not considerate to the few he actually cares for.Â
âSpider-Womanâs just another fancy title tâhide behind. Yâask me, yer just as capable of doinâ all she does and more without the mask. Just a matter of findinâ out how.â At the very least, she had the opportunity to try and live a life away from all the capes and apocalyptic bullshit they brought to the world. Heâd be lying if he said he didnât want her to play the cards sheâd been dealt and make the most of this new life away from it all.
âCall it a cliche, but youâre lookinâ at one lone wolf, darlinâ. Ever since the collapse of Monster City, we kinda went out separate ways tâfind where we stand in this new worldâf yours. Morbius went back tâbeinâ a doctor, NâKantuâs got some family issues tâtake care of and Iâm pretty sure Man-Thingâs enjoyinâ one sweet-ass bayou jacuzzi.â
Avoiding the question.
âMe?â Thereâs a small pause while he considers another smoke. âGuess I help those who canât help themselves. Small packs, newly-turneds, werewolf anti-christs. So longâs thereâs hunters, Iâm gonna be out there remindinâ them thereâs only one hunter âround these parts and itâs nameâs Jack fuckinâ Russell.â
venomblastings:
âCould be a good thing. In this line of business at least.â Jessica put her hands behind her head. âOr when youâre, yâknow. A werewolf.âÂ
She chuckled a bit. âThe big boys and I arenât a thing anymore. After a⊠long story involving the multiverse and numerous spider-themed people, I decided to retake my life. Not have to deal with the sky being on fire or the sky falling down. Back to my roots. Being a PI. And, yâknow. Espionage.â
âWell, you got that right.â Folk are scared of what they donât understand at the best of times - as a werewolf, he was practically handing them fear on a silver platter - so, yeah, maybe itâs for the best he doesnât strut around with L Y C A N marked on his forehead. âBut, yâknow it was never business tâme.âÂ
He was young back then - arrogant, smug, inexperienced. It was all a big game to prowl around the city, stalking his prey and all those he came across âtil sunrise. Even the freaks in spandex gave him something to do, âtil shit went to hell in a hand-basket with all that talk of Stars ânâ Stripes versus Iron Douche.
âI always said you were meant for somethinâ better.â Sheâd too much to bring to the table to settle for being the latest member of the Spiderboy fan-club. âThatâs what we all come back to in the end,â he declared, producing a cigarette from his coat. âYou can run all you wanna, but, some day, we all gotta look in the mirror anâ face what we really are.â Letâs just say heâs an expert on the matter.
âGood for you, though - sounds like you finally found your callinâ. So longâs it ainât nothinâ tâdo with SHIELD or HYDRA, yer doinâ alright by me.â
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âHeh. Guess I ainât an open book after all - must be doinâ somethinâ right.â
Oh, Jess. One of the few people compassionate enough - crazy enough - to stick around, even when faced with the beast. Does that make her a saint or a lunatic?
âHowâre things goinâ with you, playinâ with the big boys and all?â
sonofasymbol:
âYeah? What color you want itâblue or red?â He took injury care for others very seriously; if Jack wasnât going to listen to him, he would absolutely swing by the pet store and get that dog cone. "Iâll pencil it in between the flag waving and bald eagle spotting.â The blond deadpans, leaning back in his chair. The jokes hardly phased him anymore because heâd quite literally heard them all before.Â
âHowâs about a nice shade of fuck off?â There was no doubt in his mind that this was James trying to punk him, bouncing off the Cap Jr. taunts heâd been launching since Day One, but Jack didnât exactly take too well to âthreatsâ of restraint, regardless of intent.  âI outta-!â
No. Deep breaths. Focus.
â...You donât need tâcare about me, Rogers. Thisâll heal on its own.â
      i donât mean to RAISE a little HELL       i mean to raise A L L of it
Suppose itâs only fitting that he winds up with Wade Fuckinâ Wilson - who else is capable of looking a monster in the eye and telling them I love you? Who else would find companionship in such a damaged soul? Only those whoâve looked into the void and found themselves staring back. Only those whoâre equally as fucked up as he is.
Only a monster.
Eyes close with bated breath as he gives himself to the affection, noting the sincerity behind each gesture and how much it means for Wade to intimately express himself. Each touch, each kiss, so delicate and cautious, soothing the aches and moans of a body he barely considers his own.
At the peak of the exchange, a calloused hand reaches out to glide across Wadeâs chest, putting all doubt heâs some sick illusion to rest, while the other takes up hold of his wrist, placing it upon Jackâs torso to let him know-
Itâs alright. Iâm real, too. Fucked up, sure. But, real. Like you.
And, then, the kisses return, walking blind as he backs himself towards the stairs, gingerly cupping both hands around Wadeâs face to ensure heâs there, to confirm this is actually happening.Â
âStairs,â he agrees between pants. âSure. Stairsâre fine by me.â
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âYouâre not gonna maul me if we go camping, right?â The full moonâs coming up, so James just feels compelled to ask. The blond frames his own face with his hands, glancing threateningly at Jack. ââbecause you canât mess up my face, itâs my best feature.â
He honestly wished he could give James more - some words of confidence, perhaps, the reassurance that he can be trusted - but, anything Jack said or did would be a blatant lie; and, heâs certain they both know that.
âAinât gonna make a promise ah canât keep. But, if you gotta take me down, do it - youâve got a whole team waitinâ back home for ya, so donât be holdinâ back, alright?â
Cos he wonât.
                                                           SO I ASK YOU ONCE AND I ASK YOU AGAIN,                                              WHERE DO YOUR ROOTS START?                                              AND WHERE DO YOUR ROOTS END?                                          // indie & selective james rogers // penned by taylor ! //