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[aspidersurvivor]

Continued from here

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Hope could remember him perfectly. Peter Parker hadn’t been in her life for too long but he was still one of the best people she had ever met. A small half smile appeared on her lips, when she had messed up one of her new guns she hadn’t imagined he would be the one to help her. She showed him the gun and cleared her throat “I think the price you put on your job is too low”

People said someone could fix her weapon, and first she refused. She could fix it, but it ended up being far too different to her usual rifle and she was forced to ask about the person who fixed stuff, making her end up there “Think you can fix this?”

The red head hoped he would know her, but her own mind stopped that thought, maybe it would be better if he didn’t know her at all. Maybe they could start a friendship with her being far more mature and less hurt than back then.

Peter gave the weapon a blank look.  And not to difficult to guess what it must be.  Most things that were weapons looked like it.   The tech didn’t cause him an issue.  Something entirely else.  “Ah, I don’t do guns.   Isaac can and will, he doesn’t have an issue with them.”

Yes, he got how important and vital they could be now.  Which is why he didn’t shut down people completely about using them.   Just the one thing he didn’t want to be asked to do.   “I can fix just about anything else, but, yeah.   Not those.”   

[dayspring-askanison]

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This was perhaps a case of them taking on more than they could chew. But screw it, things have been too quiet since the Behemoth and Nathan, as rational as he tried to be, really needed the moment of mayhem and adrenaline. So here they were, boxed in the roof top too close to the city, a literal horde of infected swarming beneath them trying to break through the barricades on the doors and windows and scaling the walls. Nathan had both guns out and he was living.

“Do you have a lock on their psionic signatures yet?” He yelled over the echoes of wails and moans rising up from below. “Cause I’d love to stay here, but we waste any more time, and we’re likely to loose them.” Them being the kids they had picked up in the vicinity of course. It was supposed to be a straight forward extraction, but well, shit happened.

[omegaleveltrouble]

He had always hated haunted houses. There had always been real, terrible, dangers in the world, death waiting around every corner to snatch up strays, jaws constantly open to swallow up the naïve and the innocent. And yet, for some reason, once upon a time, some privileged little humans in their privileged little homes had decided they’d never tried real hardship, so surely it could be fun a novelty they might enjoy one day a year. Such privilege disgusted him. Jello passing for brains and idiots in cosplay used to make him want to total those places, into a million billion tiny shards in a righteous telekinetic storm. So, why then, oh why, was he standing in front of a literal, real-life haunted house?

Apparently, despite all appearances to the contrary, this cobweb-infested edwardian mansion was the real thing. The world had ended, evidently, on the Hallow’s Eve before last, and apparently fear and hatred was no longer a thing reserved for mutantkind.

There was something that lived inside. Something somewhat living, even if not in the conventional sense. More eminently he could sense his ‘partner’ by him, in front of this realtor’s worst nightmare, but he didn’t bother to look at her. He was here for himself. Hopefully there’d be some degree of entertainment.

As his thoughts returned return to obvious question of this situation, he found blithely that he’d answered it. He had only volunteered for this mission because it was a thing that people were doing, and he was bored out of his mind. Plus, perhaps, there was the added bonus of taking some element of control over the world’s shrinking circumstances. He would win the day, prove himself, take over the shattered consciousnesses of every zombie on the planet. Mostly, though, he was super bored.

“So... huh.” That was all he had to say into the air. He clucked his tongue.

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[dayspring-askanison]

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Nathan cradled the two psimitars in his left arm as he shut the hatch on trunk with his other. Alright, everything delivered except - he smiled when he felt the familiar touch of psionic energy in the back of his mind and spun around to face her, Hope, for the first time in yet another long absence.

“Hey kiddo,” he greeted almost sheepishly, except Nathan didn’t get sheepish. “You’ve been taking good care of things around here?”

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Mind Over Matter

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When he said six hundred hours sharp, he meant it, which was why he was busy hauling out gear to the field at five thirty. Hope of all people will be on time, so he wanted to have everything ready by then, and get some light morning exercices in before then.

The sun was still well before rising, the sky still a pale grey waiting to crack into orange, but it was a clear day, at least, it will be. Frost was still lingering in the air, but the winds were no longer biting at the skin. It didn’t take long for him to warm up even without the layers shielding him. Time ticked by as he smoothly went over the basic katas, and before he knew it, the hour had arrived.

[dayspring-askanison]

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“So...I take it you two had fun?” Nathan asked amusedly as he tried to shove a cleaning rag through the disembodied barrel in his hands, the rest of his rifle laid scatter atop the workbench. By the looks of the pairs’ giddy faces later that night when they returned, his question may as well have been rhetorical, but he wanted to hear it from Hope herself, especially considering how long it’s been since they’ve had moments to talk like this.

And honestly, the kids needed some fun. The stress of being holed up here all the time was not conductive the proper functioning of any person. That and he firmly believed in support over protection - better to help someone do something right, or in this case safely, than to have them sneak around your back to have their efforts blow up in their faces. It was a lucky bonus that they ended up getting along so well.

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She was honestly the first one he’d wanted to see, but duty came first, and he’d be failing in protecting her if he couldn’t even properly drop some supplies first. Or stake out the compound, or hand off the medical data, or made sure no one in the this was about to attempt anything destructively stupid. It felt like it took more irritatingly long than it such things usually did, but he managed to get everything over soon enough. After the important stuff was over, Nathan immediately zeroed in on Hope’s familiar telepathic signature and made a beeline through the compound.

He was fairly sure there wasn’t a script for what one was supposed to say when seeing someone again after they watched you get ripped apart by a time portal, but he also didn’t care to think of one. He just wanted to see hope again was all, to confirm with his own eyes and ears that she had indeed come out of that whole pheonix fiasco mostly intack. That the his fellow mutants hadn’t abandoned her after they’d made use of her or something equally questionable.

It didn’t take long for his heavy footsteps to come into range of her signal, and that brilliant red hear was a sure clue if nothing else. He’d found Hope again. Not bothering to restrain the elated smile on his face, the old soldier let rumbled out a standard, “Hey, kiddo,” before holding out his arms.

[notjustadudewithabow]

Cleaning Out

Honestly Clint didn’t have a huge problem with teenagers that wanted it choosing to participate in these kinds of things.  It gave them real experience while under adult supervision.  As much training as anyone could go through the real thing would be entirely different.  

Why people trusted him with teenagers . . well that perplexed him at times.  Okay maybe because he was just a baseline  human that kept up with the enhanced.   He worked, and knew what kind of work needed to really stay on top of his game.   What needed to be put into it.  Sure he played hard, or not at all on his down time.   Yet he didn’t expect to stay on top shape if he did that all the time.   Plus he managed to keep on surviving despite explosions, or well tripping into danger.    Alternatively some might think he could just relate to the teenager mindset.

“Alright guys, listen up for just a second.  I know it’s tempting to run off on your own because you can, but teamwork is important.  Teamwork keeps you alive and as healthy as possible.  It gets the job done.  I want you guys to be good at this.  Okay?”   Calm, serious, not everyone recognized this Clint Barton.   For those that worked with him they very much would recognize Hawkeye.

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