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Post by Daniel Rand on Apr 22, 2014 17:20:28 GMT -5
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THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
Daniel felt the tension in his shoulders melting away as he headed for his room on the Tri-Carrier. It had only been a few months now since he was given his second year on earth, and for some reason this second chance seemed far more precious. He had been given only a year before, and even though he had made great friends, it only now seemed to hit him hard that he had just about lost contact with all of them; Forever. Danny knew it was only a postdated event and that he must still keep his connections as low key and simple as possible, but being back in the midst of his team only made the thought of leaving again that much harder. Everyone he had trained with now held a very close and special part of his heart. It was odd to think he had come back to say his goodbye’s with no connections on earth, and upon leaving felt he had more to say then he ever did on day one. Danny kept himself far more involved with his team over the last few months, even if it mean neglecting his meditation and training. What time he had with them now would all too quickly fade into the past if he was not cautious. Even he knew though, that there was still al limit to how much could be spent with his friends before buttons were pushed, and he had no idea that his time was about to be up a lot sooner than anyone planned.
Tonight was a rare ‘night off’ for the team, and for the first time since he had returned everyone was taking the opportunity to catch up on some ‘personal’ time. Peter, the web slinging team leader, was out enjoying the night with his best friends. Adamant when he left that this time he would make it through the whole night without being called in for god only knew what. Even if it was only a few hours to enjoy a movie with MJ and Harry, it was time as valuable as gold to the young man who placed so much weight on friendship. Danny could respect that, and was more than happy to leave Spidey to his ‘date’.
Usually he could always find something to do with Luke, even if it was nothing more interactive then being the quiet observer of watching which ever two football teams were currently going head to head on TSN. He enjoyed the demonstration of skill and strength as much as any male teen, but it seemed Luke could always take it to a whole new level, and have the time his impervious friend was more entertaining than that TV. Tonight, however, Luke had something far more personal planned. It was only recently that the hero had found and rescued his ‘thought to be dead’ parents, and any chance to catch up was vital to growing that lost connection. The offer had been extended for him to join in on dinner, but Danny was well aware that as much as he would try to avoid it, he would be taking away from attention given to their son, and Luke needed that time to just be a family. Politely, Danny declined.
Samuel was not usually a team member he shared much in common with, but they did entertain a few interests that could always eat up some free time. Music was big, and even sparing was an enjoyed pastime, but what really drew Danny’s curiosity was watching the other cook. The guy was a genius in the kitchen, and even if Daniel was not a fan of meat oriented meals, the process and ‘art form’ of a person buried in the cooking process was like an elegant ballet. Not that he would ever call it that in front of the ‘macho’ hero known as Nova. Like the other though, Sam was occupied that evening with life away from the Tri-Carrier. Even after moving out, it seemed the teen had formed a rather unique bond with Peter’s Aunt May. The two of them still enjoyed a few extracurricular activities, often of an ‘Extreme’ variety. It had been hard to decipher through the mouth full of granola bar what exactly the other was up to that night, but Danny was fairly confident he made out the words rock climbing. At school he remembered hearing of a new intermediary wall that had been erected at one of the rec centers, and putting two and two together he assumed that was the destination of choice. There was always opportunity to join in on that, but the two usually ended up in some competitive fire ball and Daniel had seen enough rock ledges to last him a life time. That only left one other member.
Ava was staying in for the night, and that made her a prime candidate for ‘hanging’, but once again it seemed that some alone time was needed. Danny would really have loved to catch up with her, especially after nearly losing her mind to her own amulet, but Ava made it clear she was not looking to be disturbed. The only female member of the team had declared quite sternly that she was going to catch up on some reading and that unless the earth itself was ablaze, that she was not to be disturbed. After being with the boys all day long he could see the need in her eyes for a ‘girls night’, that coupled with the warning that he who knocks may find themselves never able to knock again mean he was on his own.
A strong team player, Danny was also just as capable as an individual. Settling down on the pillow he had at the center of his small S.H.I.E.L.D issued room on the Tri-Carrier, he felt almost glad to have guiltless time to meditate. Aside from the crew there was no chance of distraction, and in the sound proof rooms he could really find peace of mind. Allowing what was left of the tension from school and ‘work’ to drain away, the young blonde closed his eyes and allowed the scent of his incense to lull him. Extended arms relaxed over his folded legs, wrists resting calmly on his knees as he pulled his breath into and even pace. Beginning a soft mantra he allowed himself, for the first time since his return, to enter a deep meditative state.
The chance to recharge and reconnect his Chi flow that night, would be something that haunted him for the foreseeable future. Even if he had no control over the following events, here would always be the lingering wonder if there would have been a chance to escape this fate. Had he chosen to join in with any of his team mates that night, was it possible he could have avoided the following events and remained with them?
As he entered a state of relaxed concentration, something began to pull at him. It started as a common drive to rouse from his meditation, a simple warning that something was not right. The only thing was, he could not bring himself to ‘wake’. Locked in this state he felt every muscle strain, his body holding him back from a suction that was radiating from every direction. In his mind’s eye the clarity of a pure white was being contaminated by a strange darkness. Danny had never felt an energy like this before, it was not physical nor did it hold he signature of a spell or mystic power. The entity that raked over his physical and mental form was without touch or definition. Whatever pulled at him was un-describable in a literal sense. It tugged at him without any feeling of touch; it darkened with no means to cast shadows; it called to him beckoning him to give in without a voice. Every ounce of his chi was being drained just keeping that last string of connection to his reality open. His entire frame shook as he resisted the drawing force for as long as possible. Whatever this was, it was no living force or did it have inanimate presence, it felt so real and yet everything about it was impossible. The battle lasted only seconds but to Danny if felt like hours, until he could struggle no more and everything went dark. Danny had lost the fight, and consciousness.
When he finally woke, the first sensation that met him was surprise that he woke at all. Opening an eye his retina was assaulted by light, blinding him and forcing his lids back down over the sensitive receptor. Every muscle, joint, and tissue of his body ached, and he remained still as could be for a few minutes while the dots faded from his vision. The heat of pain began to fade, and as soon as it did the feeling was replaced with that of a cold breeze. It was not a strong rush of air, just a soft wisp of a cool gust. Had he still been on the carrier, he would only have been feeling wind if it had been blown up. The feel of falling wasn’t there, nor was the gale force of an earth bound plummet. Even if he had just been on the deck, the wind speeds and temperature were far colder at altitude than what he felt on his exposed hands and face. As sound began to filter back into his ears, it was not that of a busy landing pad and turbines either. He heard footsteps, idle chatter, and the rush of rubber tires over a moist asphalt; Street level. Somehow he had managed to be transported back down to earth, could that have been the sensation he felt? The pull of teleportation?
Slowly he blue hues peaked out from behind cautiously retreating lids as they were allowed to adjust to the blinding light. It was not the spot light of an interrogation, or the blinding beams of the sun. Instead, what he found as everything came into focus was the security light above an alley access door. Slowly he sat up, rubbing the back of his head even though it did not feel like he had landed very hard. Whatever had yanked him so viciously from within his meditation had not been at all physical, and yet he was not in a spiritual form. Unfolding his legs, his green suit felt cold as it shifted against his skin –How long have I been out here?- was the only question that suddenly seemed to need a solid answer. Rubbing his mask surrounded eyes he forced back the spots burned into them by the light, and slowly made it to his feet. Every inch of his body fought against him though, urging him back to the ground as it tried to repair the strain and trauma of his transport. Danny was never one to just lay down and wait especially with no idea where he was. The drive to contact someone pulled him towards the mouth of the alley at a stumble, the nearest wall acting as his crutch. Once his eye met the busy street though he felt moderately reassured, he knew this place, it was part of down town New York; At least he had not gone too far from ‘home’. Yet, even as relief flooded his systems, there was something in the pit of his gut that told him he was wrong, he didn’t belong. –This is New York, my other home. How could I not belong here..?-.
This was the last thought that he got before his body was rushed with heat, and in favor of giving his chi time to align and heal, all of his unnecessary systems shut down. For another hour his body lay in the alley, passed over like a bum until his consciousness finally came back again. Recharged just enough to function he drew himself back out of the filth and brushed of his uniform, glad now that he had not changed prior to meditation. With a weighted breath he reached for his communicator to check on his other team members, starting with Ava. She had, after all, been the only other member still on the Tri-Carrier at the time. Unfortunately static was all that filled his ear and he feared the worst, what if it had hit her as well? Immediately he took it a step higher than any of his team mates, and tried to hail Coulson or Furry. Again he was left with only the crackle of empty airways, and in vain he found every contact he had only provided the same void noise. Keeping calm he devised a quick plan and took to the fire escape to help clamber his way up to the roof tops. He would double check his location, and from what he figured Luke was the closest to him. Hopefully his friend was un affected and would forgive him the family intrusion. Together he was sure they could find Peter and Sam and from there the Tri-Carrier and Ava. Whatever had happened could happen again and at least informing the team to any danger would be key before figuring out just how this ‘thing’ was dragging people around. The one thing he was not counting on though, was how right his instincts usually were. He had ignored it uncharacteristically, but his gut had been right, he did not belong in THIS New York City.
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Post by Peter Parker on May 14, 2014 21:04:27 GMT -5
"Just a beautiful day in the neighborhood," Peter sang horribly as he flipped through the air, releasing another web line towards a nearby sky scraper. Despite the fact that entire city was isolated from the rest of the world, with practically every hero and villain trapped inside the invisible barrier, Peter was doing his best to remain positive. Every time a massive, potentially Earth shattering crisis loomed over them, the heroes usually always found a way to end it and return things back to the status quo.
Knowing that his fellow Avengers were hard at work trying to figure out a possible solution to this problem, Spider-Man had decided that the best thing he could do to help was to simply do what he did best, swing around the city and do what he could to keep the streets safe. After a quick patrol around the block, stopping only a few robberies and purse snatchers, Peter decided to head around for another quick sweep before heading back to his Soho apartment.
As he turned the corner, a young voice cried out his name below. Peter instantly released his line, quickly taking to nearby rooftop. While it wasn't unusual to hear one of the proud citizens of New York cry out his name as he swung by, this voice sounded urgent, as if someone was in trouble.
His curiosity getting to him, he swung down to get a closer look. He was quite surprised to see a familiar Green and Yellow clad figure standing in the streets, a black dragon symbol embalmed on the chest. "Iron Fist?" He stated, noting how young his old friend, if it really was him, looked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jun 9, 2014 16:15:44 GMT -5
 New York was a total of 468.9 square miles; Pietro probably had run that at least 10 times by now. He was nothing but a mouse in a change and the only thing to do was run on that wheel. He kept passing the same street, the same people and the same hot dog stand so many times he lost count, everything was starting to blur, and his stomach told him he needed to eat. Had he the freedom before he would just run to China for food, grab a pizza from Italy, or even see if Lorna was cooking. But no, he was stuck in New York after learning some very unsettling news and now he would either have to go buy food then go to his apartment and cook, no, that would take too long, so he would have to settle for whatever the streets of New York passed off as food.
What Pietro hated more than being trapped was waiting; he spends almost every second of his day waiting on others, slowing himself to their speed. Fast food was the only thing that would do and he stood in the line, he had swapped out his hero clothing for civilian clothing, jeans and a hoodie, the hood pulled over his head. He ordered his Kung Pow Chicken to go and waited. He stood waiting for his number to be called looking into the street. He thought how many times he passed these buildings, the people and the alley ways in the last few hours.
To other people they would have seen the flash of red and blue swing down into one of the alley ways, but to Pietro it was slow, he could make out the figure of Peter Parker release the web and cling onto the building before lowering himself. He could see there was no urgency but something did catch the web heads attention and Pietro was curious about it. He looked back at the counter, his order wasn’t even done, why were people slow?
His number was called shortly, or what was shorty for regular people, Pietro was done wasting time, he kicked up his speed grabbed the food and was out of the restaurant in less than a second. It took less time for the speedster to show up in the Alley way he saw Spider-Man duck into. He was right there was no emergency, no robber holding anyone up, just Iron Fist who seemed less than well. He pulled his hood off and opened the box of Chinese food, the smell was alright, enough that it reminded him of how hungry he was, chop sticks out he took a bite. That was what he needed, now with his number one problem fix he opened his mouth to speak. “You know, if you just talk to Tony he can get you a place to stay, there is no need to sleep in back alleys like some homeless bum.” It was easy to figure what happened, Iron Fist seemed confused, Pietro knew what happens when the man runs low on chi, plus alley ways were dirty and so was Iron Fist. He looked between the two of them. ”If I had known we were doing a retro costume night I would have ran home and changed.”
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Post by Daniel Rand on Jun 29, 2014 16:01:36 GMT -5
729 OPEN
SPIDER MAN YOU A..MAN! AND WHO IS CPT. QUICK PANTS?
THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
Danny, in better condition, would have had no issue taking to the roof tops to get to his destination, but still run down from whatever it was that took him off the tri-carrier he felt the streets would be easier. Walking and running would give him the time to pull himself back together and possibly even gather a game plan before locating his best friend. Once his feet hit the cold hare alley that he had woken up in, something finally seemed to be going his way. It was only feint but he was sure he heard it. Listening in and pushing out the rush of tires and the noise of New Yorks massive population he sifted through and this time it was clear. The unmistakable click and hiss of a homemade web shooter high above the regular noises of the city below. Accompanied by and even more familiar, and rather off key, voice of one of his closest friends. Sprinting to the alley entrance he called out before his eyes could even lock onto the man undoubtedly in red and blue. “Spiderman!” he shouted up into the night, and was relieved to see the high swinging hero round the corner suspended above the common folk they all swore to defend.
Perhaps with luck Peter’s communicator was working, and they could rally the others and get to the bottom of this. Even if all the systems were down though, it would be a lot faster to gather the remaining members with Peter getting the aerial vantage point covered.
The web slinger didn’t hesitate to make his way down and Danny could already feel confidence rising. Whatever had attacked him was in for a world of trouble. There was nothing their team couldn’t do, nothing they could not overcome. “Spiderman..” he began ready to explain what had happened when suddenly he remembered why the other had not been with them on the carrier, he was supposed to be out with his friends. Did he already know there was trouble, he did have that spidey sense after all, or perhaps the broken communicator was universal and he was heading to do just the same as he had been, find the others. “..sorry you had to blow off mj and harry again but we could be in trouble.” he offered the apology knowing it happened a lot, and speaking softly enough he was sure to avoid being over heard. “My communicator is down and something attacked me on the Helicarrier. I don’t know if White Tiger is safe but it came at me while I was in meditation. Do you have any ideas?” he asked the team leader before really getting a good look at him. While the suite hid most identifyable features there was just enough to make him question the other. He had assumed the surprise in the others voice was seeing him down at ground level, but this was not just your average shock, and the man before him was just that; A man. The tone of voice was notably a bit deeper and he didn’t recall Peter being taller than him.
Instantly he felt there was more going wrong here then just being sucked down into the city. The point only emphasized when after a blink to clear the dust from his vision and rehydrate his eyes seemed to be long enough to allow another to enter the alley. He didn’t recognize the man at all and yet the slender silver haired man held no signs that he was out of place among them. The smell of food was intoxicating and the confusion lead him to be speechless for a moment until the new comer spoke.
The speedster spoke of Tony and in his mannerisms and tone Danny could quickly tell he felt familiar with both himself and Spiderman. Danny was starting to add things up, without confirmation he would never be sure but he knew enough about dimensions from Dr.Strange to at least hypothesize at what was going on. He glanced down at his attire as it was mentioned as ‘retro’ and then looking first to Spiderman before he locked eyes back with the Chinese food eating new face and did all he really could do. Politely as he possible he asked in a calm but firm tone “My apologies friend if I have forgotten but….should I know you?”.
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Post by Peter Parker on Jul 1, 2014 10:58:31 GMT -5
“..sorry you had to blow off MJ and Harry again but we could be in trouble. My communicator is down and something attacked me on the Helicarrier. I don’t know if White Tiger is safe but it came at me while I was in meditation. Do you have any ideas?”
It didn't take Spider-Man very long to figure out that something was incredibly wrong with his old friend. Aside from the fact that Danny had abandoned his white suit in exchange for his vintage green and yellow suit, he was also much younger and smaller than before. The tone of his voice confirmed that suspiscion as Danny went on to tell him about communicators, MJ, Harry and White Tiger. Peter cocked his head to the side as an eyebrow rose under his mask.
"Wha? MJ and Harry? The Hellicarrier is being attacked?" Peter spurted, cocking his head up at the sky for any sight of the flying fortress of S.H.I.E.L.D. Usually if something catestrophic was ensuing on board the Hellicarrier, the entire superhero community would have been alerted. Of course, given the recent circumstances, it was quite possible that the Hellicarriers communication grid had been knocked off line. Try as he might however, Spider-Man saw no sign of the massive fortress. "What are you talking about Danny?"
And then there was another issue. The mention of a White Tiger.
"Who the heck is White Tiger? Are you ok man?" Peter asked, resting in his usual crouch on fire escape railing. What the heck was going on here? What had Thanos done this time?
“You know, if you just talk to Tony he can get you a place to stay, there is no need to sleep in back alleys like some homeless bum.”
The sudden voice caused Peter whip his head around towards the entrence of the alley, only to find a man dressed in jeans and a hoodie, digging into some Chinese food. It didn't take Peter very long to recognize that pompous tone, nor did he really need to look at his silver hair for further confirmation. His previously cocked eyebrows furrowed into a glare under his mask as an aggitated tone colored his next sentences.
"Oh great, its you," Peter groaned, hopping down from his post to the ground floor. "Of all the people to be stuck in this city with me, YOU have to be one of them."
Despite the fact that Pietro Maximoff was a fellow Avenger, he was still an arrogant jerkwad to Peter. He recalled a few years ago when Pietro influenced his unstable sister Wanda into changing the universe around so that everyone was happy, Peter included. In this dimension, Uncle Ben was still alive and Peter had been married and had a baby with Gwen Stacy. After the universe later corrected itself, Peter still retained the memories from that painful event, memories that he couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried. A part of him always hated Pietro for that sole reason.
"What are you doing here Pietro? Ran out of cliffs to jump off of?"
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jul 11, 2014 0:34:51 GMT -5
Pietro always got things quicker than most, he needed too. He remembered vaguly when things were not the case. Back when his powers were developing, when his brain did not keep up and he ran into a few door frames that left a small bump on his nose from how many times he broke it. He remembered when his brain caught up; he remembered when he had to learn to slow down, to keep reminding himself to slow down. So now that he was paying attention and the food was in his stomach he saw that Danny was smaller, his muscle tone was not the same, his voice was still teenager like, and it reminded him of the students he had taught. This was not the same Danny he knew, just like Kurt, but this time he knew what to look for, also a big clue was when Iron Fist asked for his name. He scowled at the teenager, he wasn’t enjoying people not knowing him, or knowing the wrong him.
“A version of you knows me,” he said curtly “but it isn’t your fault, Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver.” His words came out faster than they should, but he didn’t care at this point, now when Peter opened his mouth, still sour about the whole M-Day thing. Oh yes poor Peter Parker, he was given the perfect life, but Layla and those she awoken had different plans, if it hadn’t been for them then they all still would have been in that world that Pietro told Wanda to build. Pietro’ goals were met either way, Wanda was better she is alive when his so called friends were willing to kill her. It wasn’t like Peter was the only one affected by that, Pietro had lost his powers, he had lost who he was, but that didn’t matter because Peter was upset over things that were not real.
The speedster bit back his anger as best as he could, but when you live at super speed it was harder to do, he tapped his finger against his leg to help. “Because when I was asked to join this little experiment I made sure you were here,” the sarcasm dripped off every syllable he spoke, he also was talking a little faster than he should. “Why, so you can fail to catch me again? Or let me fall the same fate as Gwen.” He knew what to say to hurt Peter, he had learned what to say to hurt many people.
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Post by Daniel Rand on Jul 19, 2014 12:17:20 GMT -5
725 OPEN
WHEN IN DOUBT, FIND LUKE..?
THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
At least for a time it seemed that Peter was on the same page, despite the confusion in his voice. His surprisingly deeper voice. Following his gaze up to the night sky scanning for the island sized air fortress he too had to admit the air seemed very relaxed and empty. Had anyone else been attacked, or an alarm tripped there would be at least a few signs of the carrier’s defense systems if not a city wide call out to every available hand to defend it. Furry really wasn’t one to joke around, especially when it came to the massive air structure that seemed be as close to a ‘baby’ as he one eyed hard ass would ever get.
Drawing his gaze back down though was the second statement questioning his own that grounded any continuing thoughts that this was the peter parker he had been in science class with the day before.
"Who the heck is White Tiger? Are you ok man?"
If this was an attempt to get them to forget each other, it certainly wasn’t doing so well. If it was one of Loki’s spells it wouldn’t be so patchy, and why make Peter older and block only his memory? Was it an attempt to separate their leader from the team? No, this was to in depth, and bringing in others to further complicate it was wasted time and energy. However these two knew him it was not the same way he ‘should’ know them in return. There was growing to be only one answer, though how was still a mystery. Danny often spoke with Dr.Strange about the ideas of other dimensions, same people with an infinitely different amount of histories. It went even further beyond just the astral realm and expanded with no end as every action by ever living creature would create a new world. It was all to vast to wrap ones mind around but Danny was not beyond accepting the possibility. After all he grew up in a city that only connected fully with earth every 10 years.
“I..don’t really think I am” Daniel finally answered Peter while lifting a hand to cradle his head to try and get the spinning to finally stop. The whole idea that this ground he stood on was that of a world with a whole history different then his own wasn’t helping at all. It was however a very good answer to why it was taking his Chi so much longer to balance, he was not a natural part of this world and it was only trying to find a way to tap into this new river of energy.
“A version of you knows me, but it isn’t your fault, Pietro Maximoff, Quicksilver.”
The response of the quick lipped individual that had shown up and managed to eat, from what he could tell, was a whole meal in under 2 seconds, was all he needed to stick to this one most likely explanation. Unless he had been cloned ‘Versions’ of him had little other meaning. “A version? Is..this an alternate dimension?” he questioned the silver haired individual after he finished poking at Peter with the sharp stick that were his words. To Danny, Gwen had no relevance, his peter only really knew MJ, but he could tell in the way it was said that this was meant to be a gab at a painful point in ‘this’ Peters life.
Letting his hand slide down from his temple he looked between the two and could tell from the banter that both knew one another. Was he the only one? No..Pietro had mentioned and experiment, did that mean that this was concocted by some one? A trial of some sort? If so were they all chosen for specific reasons or was it random? So many questions filled his already cluttered mind and the obvious aggression between his two ‘finders’ was not creating the tranquility he needed to sort things out. If it continued this way he feared his body would attempt another reset. “Powerman…Is Powerman here?” it bothered him that even if there was a Luke Cage it could very well be someone ‘he’ had never met. The only hope he had was that, like these two, there was enough similarity that he could create a connection and maybe get some answers without all the drama.
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Post by Peter Parker on Oct 8, 2014 17:16:56 GMT -5
“Because when I was asked to join this little experiment I made sure you were here,” Pietro practically spat, sarcasm decorating every word. Peter felt the urge to stomp right up to him and punch the silver haired prick right in the nose. The only thing stopping him was the fact that Pietro could do 100 laps around the city before Peter could even blink. Instead, Peter would try his best to ignore Quicksilver and focus on the incredible confused Iron Fist, who looked as though he had one too many shots of vodka and juice last night, only to wake up in an unfamiliar place.
“A version? Is..this an alternate dimension?” The martial artist asked.
Before Peter had the chance to answer him, Pietro opened his fat mouth once again.
“Why, so you can fail to catch me again? Or let me fall the same fate as Gwen.”
If there was a metaphorical "Do not cross line", then Pietro Maximoff just crossed it. Spider-Man's head jerked towards speedster like an eagle spotting its prey. The white lenses of his mask narrowed as brown irises glared underneath them.
Not a day went by that Peter didn't think of Gwen's death. It was one of several reminders of his failure to protect his loved ones from his life as Spider-Man. A reminder of what happened when people got far too close to Peter Parker. In later years, Peter had used Gwen's death to help motivate himself to carry on his life as Spider-Man, swearing that he would never allow such a tragedy to unfold ever again.
Pietro had no right to even say her name.
"Don't you dare say her name again Pietro!" Spider-Man growled, his muscles tightening as he fought back the urge unload what was left his web cartridges in his shooters onto Quicksilver. Super speed be damned. "If you do, I will put so much webbing in your hair that you'll have to shave it!"
Out of all the arrogant people Spider-Man had encountered, Pietro got under his skin the easiest. It was incredible that the man was one of the earliest members of the Avengers. How did someone that smarmy maintain a position on a team with the Hulk of all people?
“Powerman…Is Powerman here?"
Thank God that Danny had spoken up. Peter really needed to get his mind off of Pietro for the moment. Peter turned to face the martial arts master, taken aback slightly by his statement. Power Man, Luke Cage's old alias from back in the day. That's a name that Luke hadn't gone by in years. Possibly for a good reason too. Peter always thought the name sounded stupid. But of course, that was back when Luke thought that open dress shirts, chain belts, and tiaras was a great fashion statement.
"Pfft," Peter almost spat, chuckling slightly. "You mean Luke? Luke hasn't gone by that name in years."
Analyzing the young man's appearance, Peter decided to ask one simple question. With all the craziness that Thanos caused with the gauntlet, Peter had to make sure this was actually his Danny and not an imposter.
"Who is the mayor of New York City?" He asked Danny directly, hoping that Pietro wouldn't chime in with another comment.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Oct 15, 2014 1:58:34 GMT -5
Sarcasm was one of the many defence mechanisms Petro had, other than the icy façade he constantly kept up around others, because he learned how people reacted to you when you showed weakness, when you were spiraling out of control, there was no help, because most of these so hard heroes could not see past their own drama. Yes they all put aside their issues when it came to saving the people of earth, but no one comes when it’s the heroes in trouble. Pietro was more than bitter with how they had treated Wanda when she was at her lowest, no one notices when he had ended up in depression, and no one was there when Lorna lost it. He didn’t blame anyone specifically, and he would never express those feelings because even with the few that slip between the cracks the majorly were safe. Pietro also wasn’t the poster child of good behaviour, he made poor choices, he had played with the lives of everyone, he caused many lives to be ruined and he paid for it every day. But no one wants to hear that story, no one wants to hear how Pietro was haunted by his sins, so he kept quiet and he pressed people’s buttons and crossed the lines.
A gratified smirk crossed Pietro’s face at Peter’s reaction; it was exactly what he hopped for. He remembered when they met after M day, how he went on about how Pietro ruined his relationship with Mary Jane over the life he could have had with Gwen, how he grieved over the loss of a child he never had not even considering what Pietro was going though, oh he knew he screwed up, Pietro knew the lives he fucked over all because he didn’t want them to kill Wanda, how his actions caused him to loose Wanda anyway and his powers in the process. He needed to not think about these things. “Oh cry me a river.” His tone was harsher than he intended but he wasn’t going to take that back.
Good thing for Danny, he distracted them both. Pietro raised a brow at all the questions. “Well I had not seen him, and I have been to almost every inch of this city.” He ran a hand though his hair before crossing his arms over his chest and began to tap his fingers against his own skin at an alarming rate, well alarming to others who did not have super speed. “Do you even know who the last few mayors were?” He asked but shook his head at the two; he wasn’t mocking how Peter was trying to figure out where this Danny came from, he was just commenting on maybe it wasn’t best to use that tactic because when alternate dimensions were thrown into the mix nothing might be the same, or everything could be the same with one slight difference.
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Post by Daniel Rand on Nov 23, 2014 16:20:52 GMT -5
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Just bbaacckkk away slowly haha
THE KEY TO IMMORTALITY IS FIRST LIVING A LIFE WORTH REMEMBERING
Danny had rarely seen Peter, his Peter, react so harshly to a comment before. Granted Danny didn’t really know the context behind the story, he’d never heard of this Gwen woman before. As far as he knew Peter only had eyes for MJ and as much as he hated to admit it that wans’t even really a relationship so much as a pining. The job kept them busy and as a team leader it seemed to keep Parker the busiest of them all. Danny knew that of them all Peter had the hardest life, and yet he still managed to try and put some kind of happy spin on everything they did. Sam might complain about him not taking things seriously but Daniel could see past the goof and witty come backs into the strain that revolved around the brunet’s life constantly.
It would seem that things were no easier in this world for the spider bitten super hero, as one comment from this silver haired ‘stranger’ and the other snapped like an already pent and brittle twig. The smirk on Pietro’s face was enough to spell out that the slender male had intended for this to break something in Peter and was meant to cause the inferno. There was pride on the others face as Peter barked acidic warnings and for a moment it was tempting to throw up his hands in surrender and back slowly away from this little scene. Danny needed answers though, and fortunately his second question was enough to return the focus to him instead of this Gwen situation. Granted, after that, he wasn’t sure he wanted the attention back on him.
Both eyes rounded back on him, the white hues of spidersman’s mask and blue of pietro’s orbs felt heavy. That was until a soft humorous ‘pfft’ slipped past Peters lips and through the fibers of his mask.
"You mean Luke? Luke hasn't gone by that name in years."
Danny let go of a breath he wasn’t aware he was even holding, a held tension in his shoulders dropping as he looked between the two and gave a soft smile. Even if he had abandoned the title, which was kind of silly to begin with, at least it would seem Luke existed and that was enough of a reassurance for him now. “Yes..Luke” he offered to confirm that there wasn’t some ‘other’ powerman he could have been talking about. They often used their names freely when around each other even when in costume, but with pietro there he felt a bit un easy using the whole secret identity so freely. It was only because Peter did that he felt confident enough to do the same. “what does he go by now?” a second thought grasped him as he came to terms with the fact that this was most definitely a different universe. “And if your..older then is he?..am I?” here was no need to elaborate on the questions, it was explanatory enough in his tone that he needs a lot of holes to be filled in. For the moment though the biggest question was promptly answered by the speedster.
“Well I had not seen him, and I have been to almost every inch of this city.”
So Luke wasn’t here, at least right now, but that wasn’t to say he couldn’t be. Unlike the two infront of him, Danny didn’t yet know there was a limit to this world’s access. He knew he was in New York in another dimension but as far as he was concerned Luke might only be a phone call away. Before he could ask for the number though Peter pulled out a question as if to help confirm that he wasn’t part of their world. As if that wasn’t evident by his age and obvious confusion. Though he supposed it was still possible this was some kind of magic and not a dimension thing. “Uh..De Blasio I think..Bill de Blasio..” he pointed out not being one for politics but remembering the ‘vote for me’ signs posted on every block. There was a smirk that pulled back his smile as Pietro dared Peter to name the last few of their own Mayors. He doubted his own Peter would have been able to confidently answer that question, science he had down to an art but who was running the city..well that wasn’t nearly as important as who had the highest scores in GTA. Danny would admit I was a bit out of character for a hero but even he enjoyed the fun provided by the artificial law breaking game. Besides watching Luke school Peter in how to drive high jacked cars around an fake city while evading tanks was a lot more fun and stress relieving than the news. If anyone of them would have had a confident reply It would have been Ava.
“What about White tiger and Nova?” He may not know them, or they know him personally but just the thought that they at least existed was enough to settle him a bit. He would deal with the age difference issue later.
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