#thedevilwithoutfear

[spiderscience]

Enhanced

@the-devil-without-fear

Besides the mental and emotional scars from the experience of being the host, the symbiote left another gift behind.   Even though he no longer carried it, his enhanced senses sharped several more degrees above what they’d been before.  It didn’t seem like too big of a deal when he carried the alien life form, but after having it ripped away he felt the sharp edge of his abilities.  Mentally tiring, having all that stimulus bombarding him every moment.  

Most of the time he could keep everything blocked out.  Peter also spent a great deal of time sleeping when he couldn’t cope.  But he couldn’t keep doing that.  Nor could he keep hiding behind Tony.   Even with the chaos of the current situation Peter couldn’t just ignore his greater responsibility to the innocent people out there.  Crimes he hadn’t prevented and people he didn’t save while he remained curled up feeling sorry for himself.

So he went out, literally jumping back into things as he swung through the night air.  It would take time to repair his reputation with the people of the city.  The bully he’d become under the alien influence easily used excessive force and intimidation tactics to fight crime.  That, that was not Peter’s way.  That was not what Spider-Man should be.  So he set to work trying to repair that damage.

Either he decided to make his come back a bit too early, or he underestimated his ability to cope.  All the sudden everything seemed just too loud, echoing in his ears.  Lights juts a bit too bright spearing through the darkness and stabbing into his eyes.   His head throbbed and not from his spidey-sense.  Instead the gray fog dragged through his brain and all he could do is drop down on the closest roof.  Finding the darkest corner Peter pulled himself into a ball, putting his hands over his ears in a futile effort to try and block out some of the noise.  

[adreamworthfightingfor]

Castling

@the-devil-without-fear

Charles let Logan assist him with his chair, as they made their way to a certain law office.   He knew the feral mutant didn’t exactly approve of his current plans to deal with the SHRA.  The Wolverine tended to prefer direct confrontation in order to settle conflict. While he could, and did, strategize to solve problems, Xavier’s current strategy involved several choices he highly disagreed with.   He broadcasted his disapproval loud and clear through his slightly sullen manner as well as the increase in his protectiveness. Under other circumstances it would amuse him.  

With all the conflict and emotions that raged around both sides of the Superhuman Registration Act, Charles decided to take a course that some may not consider.   Obliging with the law, and then turning around the actions back on the government to defeat this kind of legislature in a way that would make people think twice of trying to recreate it.  Part of this battle continued to be waged in the field of public opinion.   Until that could be turned in their favor, the struggle would continue to seem futile.  

One of the parts of his plans that had more than a small amount of challenge to it, finding a lawyer that would be willing to help.  With the hot topic issue, finding any one wiling to defend any kind of enhanced seemed problematic.   With the historical struggle of mutants to be treated fairly, that only compounded this issue.  This is what led the Professor to seek out a particular law office located in the neighborhood called Hell’s Kitchen of New York City.  

“You sure you want to go through with this Chuck?”  Logan’s voice rumbled behind him as they approached the doors to the offices of Nelson & Murdock, attorneys at law.  The question along with the faint air of suspicion didn’t make him falter. The burly mutant’s experience gave him plenty reasons believe a government would use individuals for their own means.  

A small smile remained on his face as he replied calmly.  “Yes I believe I do.  Have a little faith my friend.”

[mr-save-the-day]

(For Matt) Fight: I'll write a drabble of my character fighting against yours.

Matt Murdock, the Daredevil. He couldn’t see, and yet he was such a fierce and precise fighter. Grant was on the run now, he couldn’t be seen anywhere or he’d get arrested for being Hydra. He made the mistake of getting lost on foot and he ended up in the wrong neighborhood. Hell’s Kitchen to be specific.

He was just standing there at the end of the alley. Grant was frozen in his place - if he didn’t move, did he still know where he was? God I hope not.

Grant picked up one of his feet silently and took a step backwards. He began inching back as quickly and quietly as he could. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in a fight, no matter how unavoidable one was. Just as he reached the end of the alley, he saw Matt charge forward. He turned around and started at a full sprint down the empty road. He couldn’t turn back, he had to keep his eyes fixed forward, looking for any point of escape - a low roof he could try and jump to, or a fire escape. He went into full survival mode and didn’t realise Matt was hot on his tail.

He was tackled to the ground. He struggled to break free, and rolled out of his grasp and onto his knees. He stood as quickly as the Daredvil did, and he went forward to punch. He got Matt right in the jaw, and he was promptly punched right in the stomach. He winced and staggered backwards, which left him open for another hit, this one a kick straight to his head. Grant fell to the ground again and he used that moment to fall on his back, just out of the way of Matt’s next attack. 

“Dude, stop it!” He shouted as he got back up to his feet. Another hit to the face - a punch, opposite of where he was kicked.

Grant was pissed. He threw a few more punches, trying to hit any nerve clusters to get him on the ground. Matt’s armor was too thick - he wasn’t getting any response. He pushed himself back a couple feet and he did a jump kick right to his chin. Two can play at this game.

Finally, Matt staggered backwards. It didn’t knock him to the ground, but it gave Grant the opening to run down the street.

He kept going at a full sprint until he reached the docks. The long, empty, concrete dock couldn’t absorb his footsteps. Grant stopped when he reached the center and he looked all around him. Matt was nowhere in sight, and there was nothing he could be hiding behind. He managed to escape, but it was only a matter of time before he was found again. He stared long and hard at the Hudson, considering how long it would take to swim across to Jersey. He was so out of breath, he couldn’t risk it. He headed over to the shadowy end and decided to stay out of sight until he could find a safe way out.