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[spiderofscience]

Evasive Maneuvers

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His web-line broke as something sliced through it, forcing him to drop and shoot out another line.   Swinging around the building he tried to stop and get his bearings only to have a warning flare in his head.   He rapidly flipped around, just barely avoiding the tranquilizer darts that smashed into the wall next to him.   “You know I have the distinct feeling someone just might be after me.”  The quip more to help him cope with the situation.   

It started with just a vague itch in the back of his mind.   A faint sense of warning that only increased as he started his patrol.   He managed to stop one mugging, rescue one cat out of a tree, use his webs to pants to slow down a bank robber so the cops could catch them before it flared into something stronger.   Suddenly he found himself leaping into the air, just narrowly avoiding some sort of shock net.   

Peter started getting the distinct impression of being herded.  When he tried to go high, things started slicing through his web lines forcing him lower.  If he tried to stop and get a read on the area, someone shot at him.   What really made him alarm is that it was all non-lethal methods.   Whoever wanted him, wanted him alive.   He could dodge just about anything, but if he ended up trying to dodge things coming from multiple vectors all at once, he might end up in trouble.

The other thing that sent a chill from him, no one seemed to be trying to stop them.   And he knew he’d swung by several cop cars in his path through the city.  Which meant these guys had to have some sort of official backing.   Which if he tried to call Dr. Stark, it might just end up bringing the guy more trouble.   Which is the last thing he wanted.

If he could just make it to this one neighborhood, he could loose pursuit through the warren of construction sites and varied buildings.   Then lay low and make his way back to the Tower, but not in his suit.   The fact that they tracked him as Spider-Man gave him hope that they didn’t know who he was under the mask.   

So even though this warning flared bright in his head, he twisted in that direction.  Twisting through the air he just used his webs to catapult himself up,. dropping them before someone could try and slice them away.   He almost made it through unscathed.  However since almost only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades and government work, out of the rain of shots aimed in his direction two tranqs managed to get through, one bounced off his suit.  The other pierced one of the thinner parts near the joint.   The dose would be enough to take out someone twice his size or more.   It just made Peter a bit woozy.  

Loosing his focus he tumbled to the ground, disoriented but still trying to move away.  “Now fellas,” Spidey almost tripped over his own feet.  “While this has been entertaining, how we just call it quits and all go home?”

[dealwithitbub]

Checking In

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Being that this safe house belonged to him, Logan didn’t bother to bother with any niceties and simply let himself in.   His various senses picked up on enough information to tell him a bit about who’d been  using it.   One in particular that could be considered an old army buddy.   Sure they served different countries at the time, but being allies, and having a greater purpose kept them working together.  It built a kind of camaraderie that couldn’t really be explained in words.  

The present loomed far more than the past.  Consequences both big and little needed to be considered.   Not that Logan gave too shits about the law when it didn’t suit him.  Some laws could and did change over time.   A long life and lots of experience told him that.  He did care about ramifications that said laws would have in the short term.

He headed straight for the kitchen.  Logan did have priorities after all.   The most important of which is to grab a bottle of beer.   There’d better be some in the fridge or he would need to have words with his guests.   Of course his version of words and theirs might be a bit different.   

[murdockslaw-blog]

Can't stand bullies

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open to all - if more than one person replies, I’ll split the threads into separate posts

A dear friend had once told Steve that when being undercover, you walk and don’t run. Steve was currently running, ignoring that dear friend’s advice but then again he had never been very good at following orders. Plus he had a reason to run, a damned good reason. Good enough that he was willing to risk being caught out in the open.

“Get away from her,” Steve yelled at the gang that were circling a young girl. The girl curled up, her arms over her head in an effort to protect herself from the gang. A couple of the gang broke away and ran off but three of them stayed. One looked directly at Steve while the others continued to kick and punch at the girl.

Steve reached them and grabbed one of the kids by the shoulder. He pulled the kid away from the girl and threw him to the ground. The girl remained where she was, frozen with fear. Steve shoved the other kicking kid away from her and confronted the one who stared at him. “I said get away from her.” Steve stood between the remaining gang member and the girl, shielding her with his own body. “Don’t make me repeat myself again, kid. Walk away. Now.”

Patrolling the outskirts of Hell’s Kitchen yielded him to sounds that extended beyond the piece of New York he claimed under his own protection. It afforded him a nice bit of cardio, however, and he skirted across rooftops and whipped his way over roadways to approach the sounds of a fight. One that didn’t seem to be in favor of one particular victim.

He heard the voice before he made his way down into an adjacent alley, heading off the young men running from the scene. Some sprinted passed him, one raised his fist and was unconscious on the ground in the same breath, and the devil headed towards the scene of the crime. He was not surprised to find the frightened heartbeat of the girl, whimpering on the ground, or her assailant a few feet away, a chord of terror striking his own heart. He was, however, surprised by a third heartbeat, a more defiant sound, coupled with a strength that was foreign. There were very few people this could be.

“I don’t think that was a suggestion.” The devil sneered, extending his billy club to a staff height. He twirled it, showing off just a bit. “Based on the number of buddies of yours I passed, I’d say two on one is fair play. So please, by all means, stick around and see how you fair. It won’t be a cheap hospital ticket, that’s for sure.”

[murdockslaw-blog]

@captainsgrxgers The masked hero listened intently as a business deal started to go south in the alley below. A kid, maybe fifteen, meeting with a group of men nearly twice his age, in what could turn to be the last moments of his life. It made him sick, revolted to see the system so twisted against people like this kid, that he turned to such shady deals to make a living. The devil made his way down a fire escape, getting closer to the group without making a sound. The 'click' of a firearm was unmistakable, and he forewent the rest of the stairs, instead leaping into the alley without a moment's hesitation. "That's enough." He scowled, the heartrate of much of the group picking up instantly upon his arrival. There were even hushed whispers of his name, the one given by the tabloids, and the uneasy shale in the hand of the man with the gun. "Leave the kid alone, or you'll be leaving on stretchers." He promised, extending his sticks as another heartbeat, this one larger and more prominent, joined the group. But- no, that couldn't be... Captain Rogers?

[orphan-king-blog]

a king and a captain | closed rp with steve.

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The hardest thing to get used to about being king is the diplomacy.

T’Challa never enjoyed going to diplomatic meetings and conferences with his father. What’s the point of building communications with outside lands, he would complain. I see no reason to bother with outsiders. 

As prince, he wasn’t expected to be at everything all the time, so he could avoid some events. Now that he’s king though, he finds himself in plane after plane, city after city, speaking as the sole voice of Wakanda. He’s against it, but he loves his country and people enough to do it.

Currently, he is standing outside of a building in New York City, checking his phone for updates from his advisors. Occasionally, he’ll glance up to observe the street around him, watch the American people breeze by.