So just read through the latest Amazing Spider-Man and...yeah, Dan Slott done fucked it up. Peter's back to square one: no job, everyone hates him (both as Peter and Spider-Man, which is even more stupid) and his friends (aside from Mockingbird) have basically abandoned him. Great, just what I wanted to read about - a grown man being a couch surfer loser despite being capable of so much more.
Renew your Vows is a tad better, though there was this weird 8 year timeskip due to Marvel Legacy so now we have Spider-Girl: Resurrection on our hands. Let's see if they can make it work.
Slight warning: Lana's segment can be pretty cringey, but she's a 15 year old girl who's angsting so you kinda expect it to be.
Anyway, I just got both Evil Within 2 and Shadow of War and Spider-Gwen's new issue is coming out in 3 days so...I'll see you guys then, I guess. This chapter is mostly filler, but what few votes I got picked this over jumping to the next arc. Don't forget to leave a like and/or a post. The noticeable downturn of both in the recent chapter was rather discouraging
Chapter 80: Setting the Stage
God
fucking damn it...
Jessica brought a hand across her face and took a deep breath, the stench of mud, ash and blood wafting up her nostrils. Ever since she found out she was a freak she'd always had one rule: never show it off. She knew what Dorothy would do if she ever found out. She'd be lucky if she could walk down the street again without being seen as Patsy's freakshow friend and being paraded around like she was on the fucking circus. Even Trish only found out by accident.
She'd eased up on the rule when she grew up. After a while it became obvious that people just ignored and turned away from what they didn't understand and that was just fine with her. She wasn't afraid of using her 'gifts' to browbeat some nightclub owner who wouldn't accept a subpeona or a waste of skin who blamed her for his wife cheating on him, but anything above that was a definite hell no. She didn't put on a costume (despite Trish's pleas) and she didn't waste her time trying to fix something everyone else wanted broken. It worked just fine for her.
Or at least it did.
"God fucking damn it..." Jessica pressed her head down and groaned, causing the couch to creak beneath her. She should've stayed down, just bolted her door closed and let the Superheroes and everyone else deal with the zombie invasion. But no, instead she had to go out there with nothing but a goddamned hood - cause Gwen's midget boyfriend stole her scarf and she didn't have another - to keep her face covered.
Which didn't work very well considering the fact that she was just one of the many 'Gifted' whose picture the news circulated non-stop ever since this clusterfuck ended.
She desperately wanted to shut the damn TV off, but Trish's presence beside her on the couch kept her from just throwing something through the screen. The blonde leaned across the seat, her eyes wide and her mouth curled up into a smile that she tried (and fucking failed) to keep hidden. She was probably eating this shit up.
Jessica looked up and groaned again when she saw another news report with her picture on the upper right screen. The picture had her lifting a car off of a poor kid who nearly had his legs crushed; and right then and there she really wanted to get her hands on the fucking asshole who thought taking a picture of her was more important than running away or trying to get help. She was sure Trish thought the picture looked 'positively heroic', but she really couldn't share that thought right now with her mug plastered all over the news.
"Turn that shit off, Trish..." She leaned back on the couch and covered her eyes with her right arm. Maybe if she pretended this was all a dream everyone else would, too.
"Running away doesn't solve anything, Jess." Always with the inspirational BS; she should've been making PSA's next to Captain America.
Jessica shifted her arm and cracked one eye open to look at her. She was untouched from all the carnage and mayhem that happened down below, though that was to be expected considering where she lived. She had no idea why Trish didn't move out after Frost's kidnapping, but she was always like that. Even after Jessica threatened to cook Howard for thanksgiving - ignoring his complaints that he was a duck and not a turkey - she knew that the two of them were still meeting up for cases.
Trish turned to look at her, her eyes far too cheery considering recent events, "How could you not be thrilled about this?" She gestured to the television, "You're a hero! They're singing your praises- I mean, how many people did you save by going out there?"
"Less than every other clown dressed in spandex, I'll tell you that much," Jessica replied, "Look, what's it matter? All they caught was a brunette in a jacket lifting a car. That could be anyone in this city."
That was bullshit and she knew it. Sure, most people had no clue who she was since she wasn't famous like Trish or She-Hulk or whatever, but anyone who knew her would recognize that face. Some of the tentants in her apartment, Trish, George, Gwen, Kate, Trish's bitch of a mom...they all would've recognized her. Most of them would've kept their mouth shut, but at least a few of them wouldn't.
...She really needed a drink. Damn tagalong.
"Look, Jess, I know it's fucked up and people died but...well, the city's saved, right? And you were out there helping the heroes save everyone." Trish put a hand on her shoulder. Jessica tried not to think about the fact that one of those fingers was a prosthetic meant to replace what that bastard took away, "Look, George knows about your powers so there's no problem-"
"There's a big fucking problem!" Jessica stood up and shut the TV off before she could complain, "My face is out there now, Trish! People in my apartment know who I am! Your mother knows who I am! You think they won't try to do something about this? Won't go to the press and give them everything they know about me to get some money or their 5 minutes of fame? Fuck..."
She'd hidden her powers for a reason, and now it was all out in the open. A part of her hoped that just maybe Gwen and the rest of her superstar squad would take the heat off of her, but she knew this city. People here dug and scratched and clung at anything that they could get. She'd probably have to switch offices, go somewhere else in the city where the tenants weren't desperate enough to give the papers everything they knew about her.
She shouldn't have gone out there, but of course she didn't do the smart play. There were a shitload of excuses she could've used: it was none of her business, Gwen and the others would've fixed it themselves, she was fucking
pregnant...none of which she actually used, naturally. She blamed George and Gwen; hanging around with a couple of modern day saints like the two of them would turn anyone stupid.
It was a fucking cliche, but there it was. She'd let herself get sucked in to their little world of justice always prevailing and now she was paying the price.
Her body stiffened Trish stood up to join her and placed another hand at her back. Trish knew that she wasn't one for hugs and circlejerks, so this was enough, "Look, Jess, I know you're pissed about all of this, but you did save people. You don't have to put on a costume or anything, but it happened."
"Yeah...and I didn't call myself Jewel, so that's something." The joke was poor, but the two sisters shared a strained smile regardless. She never got Trish or Gwen's insistence on putting on costumes and trying to stop purse snatchers. What was the point? There'd always be another bad guy out there, a thousand other lazy fuckers who thought that taking something from someone else was better than actually working for it. Trying to stop that was like trying to stomp ants; it never stopped no matter how many you stamped out.
"Hey, you know I still got that costume-"
"Trish?"
"Hmm?" She hummed, looking at her with that goddamn infectious smile of hers.
"Burn that thing in a dumpster fire." She shook off her hand and put on her jacket again. Least Spider-Man didn't take
that from her while she wasn't looking, "Look, I need to get out of here, clear my head or something..."
"You can't just ignore it, Jess."
"Yeah, I know. This little tagalong's making sure of that." Going cold turkey from the booze was a nightmare, and contrary to what those saps thought that power of love bullshit didn't make it any fucking easier. George was a good man, but he couldn't stop the sweats, the headaches and the feeling of wanting to vomit out damn near everything she ate. It was getting better now, but it sure as hell wasn't cause someone held her hand through the whole thing.
"My future niece or nephew, you mean." Jessica rolled her eyes. She would've thought that Trish would have one of those fits about being an aunt, but it was the exact opposite; she was all smiles and congratulations when she found out about their 'happy little accident', "Hey, that's one more reason. Imagine being a kid with a Superhero for a mom; it'd make career day real exciting, at least."
"Yeah, right before they get kidnapped," she muttered. Honestly it boggled her how she was still so damn cheery after her first stint into 'that world' ended with her getting kidnapped and one of her fingers cut off. Then again maybe she was just used to fucked up shit: living with that bitch for a mom must have numbed her to people taking things from her.
"Hey, I'm not saying go out there while you're carrying the new addition with you, but what about afterwards? I can look after them while you go out and be a Super-"
"Do
not say the H word," she interrupted, her voice holding more than a small hint of annoyance, "Look, just let me mope in peace, alright? I'll call back when I-"
Her words were drowned out by the sudden ringing of Trish's phone. Jessica looked past her to the cellphone on the table and scowled when she saw Dorothy's name plastered on the screen, "...If she asks, we haven't talked." She opened the window and looked down. Fire escape wasn't ideal, but she couldn't risk running into that bitch on the elevator down, "You hear me, Trish? Nothing."
"Jess-"
"
Nothing."
Trish wanted to say something, but she never gave her a chance. The words were barely out of her mouth before Jessica jumped down the window and landed on the fire escape. She took a second to get her bearings before she jumped down again, landing on the wet alley with a muted smack. The rain returned a few minutes ago in a light drizzle and she tightened her jacket over herself. Walking back in the rain...heh, just like old times.
The hood felt almost suffocating over her head, but it was worth it. Jessica did her best to ignore the ambulances and the police cars that were way too damn late to the party. Where the hell were they when she was and the rest of these suicidal idiots were running themselves ragged trying to fight off a bunch of fucked up zombies? She definitely could've used more guys with guns over morons with smartphones.
It took her half an hour to make it back to her place. Jessica looked up at the run-down building and let out a cold breath,
'Just keep your head down and don't talk to anyone...' She pressed her hood tighter over her head and grimaced. With any luck everyone else would already be asleep and she wouldn't have to deal with any more bullshit because of her dumbass move.
No such luck, of course.
She'd barely stepped into the lobby before the landlord looked up at her. The fat old bastard was always leering at anyone he could get away with - she was pretty sure it was part of the damn lease or something - but the look in his eyes was different this time. She could tell the same lust and fascination as before, but now there was a hint of fear that definitely wasn't there before. He knew who she was, what she could do.
Jessica ignored him and trudged up the stairs, his gaze boring into her back until she was finally out of sight. The private investigator winced and pulled down her hood. No point in trying to hide here; she didn't even know why she fucking tried. She was pretty sure everyone here recognized the jacket just as much as they did her face.
Her feelings only worsened when she caught the damn wonder twins talking in the hallway,
'God damn it...' She sighed. Of all her neighbors those two were the most annoying. Ruben was a man-child: at least 20 years old but barely acted half of that. Annoying, but hardly the worst thing she had to deal with every day. No, the problem was his damn sister.
What could she say about Robyn? Well apart from the fact that she was a massive control freak who dictated when and where her brother could wipe his ass she was pretty damn sure that she also had weird incestous fantasies about the guy considering her tendency to call him 'poobear'...and poo was really the last thing she wanted to think about considering that asswipe comment.
"H-Hey, Jessica!" Ruben raised his left hand in an awkward half-wave. Again, annoying but harmless, "You were on TV, right? The one-"
"No."
She walked past them; or at least she tried to. She only managed two steps past the two of them before Robyn spoke up, "...Freak."
"...Excuse me?" She tried to ignore it, she really did, but there was something about that control freak's voice that pissed her off to no end. All judgement and sneers while completely ignoring her own damn problems. Jessica was a lot of things, but at least she admitted how fucked up she was.
"You're a freak," Robyn repeated, her voice carrying throughout the hallway, "Sleeping with old men, leaving booze everywhere and now this? Bet you think you're so much better, huh? Some kind of celebrity like Captain America or-"
That was as far as she got before Jessica grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled her close. The younger woman's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream something back, but Jessica was faster, "Shut the hell up." She slammed her on the wall and scowled, "I know you hate me cause your brother wants to fuck me instead of you, but leave me the fuck alone. I don't care about your goddamn wet dreams or what you think of me."
"W-We don't sleep together..." Ruben muttered weakly. Jessica ignored him.
"You tell anyone about me and you're gonna see just how much of a freak I am, do you get me?" Robyn nodded quickly, her eyes wide, "Good. Now leave me the fuck alone."
She shoved her away from the wall and made her way to her office, slamming the door behind her before either of the two could say anything else. Jessica looked around the messy interior and sighed, trudging towards her desk and collapsing face-first into the worn wood as soon as she took a seat. She was still backed up on at least two cases, but that was the last thing on her mind. If the wonder twins and her landlord knew then what else could she expect?
Something told her the next few days were gonna be absolute shit...
Fucking asshole cocksucker son of a fucking bitch!
Lana grit her teeth and ran down the street in a daze, pushing past the milling crowds and ignoring the curses they spat at her. They were pissed, but hey join the fucking club. All of them were pissed. People either lost others close to them or one of those zombies ripped off their arms or eyes or balls; or, if they were really unlucky, they lost their lives and they'd be put in some mass grave somewhere cause the cemeteries didn't have room.
Boo fucking hoo. She felt sorry for them, she really did, but right now with her face banged up to all hell and Peter suddenly acting like King Asshole she really didn't have enough time to stand on some silent fucking vigil.
She rounded the corner and stopped when she felt something nuzzle her leg, "The fuck? Spider-Pug?" The tiny pup looked up at her with a small whine, nuzzling his snout against the fabric of her torn black jeans, "What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer, of course. Damn dog could sniff out a celebrity through all of Hell's Kitchen but he couldn't talk. Sighing, Lana, picked up the pug and held him close to her chest, "You're gonna fucking drown out here..." She covered him with her jacket and he burrowed closer into the warm cloth. Good thing they got rid of any fleas weeks ago, "...Come on, let's get outta this rain."
She couldn't go back to her grandma's place; the last thing she needed was to talk to that old crone, especially with her mom there, too. It'd just be another argument about her job and how she was a disappointment to her 'poor, poor mother' every day she was still alive. She probably wouldn't give a crap that the two of them were nearly gutted at a hospital by some kind of tentacle monster.
She found herself walking on autopilot while keeping Spider-Pug close to her. It wasn't hard for her to figure out where she was heading and despite everything inside her telling her that there'd be nothing there she kept going, pushing past the crowds and the worried paramedics who wanted to take a look at her. They had more to worry about than a girl with some bruises on her face.
Her walk ended when she stood in front of her condemned apartment. The landlord was too damn cheap to fix the place up so after she blew most of the kitchen into tiny little pieces she just put a 'Do not enter' sign and some tape in front of the door. Considering a serial killer nearly killed her and her mom here she wasn't surprised no one wanted to try their luck.
Lana knocked the sign away and stepped over the tape. Back here again...she let Spider-Pug out of her jacket and he immediately ran through the area, stopping with another whine when he caught sight of the still-destroyed kitchen. It looked almost identical to two months ago; only difference was most of her stuff was gone and the entire place was caked in dust.
"Home sweet home..." She wiped off the layer of dust on the couch and sat. Spider-Pug continued to trot around the place, but she paid him no mind. Right now the only thing on her mind was...
Fuck.
She shut her eyes tight and took a deep breath. How pathetic was this? She nearly got killed, Lily and that bastard knew she had powers and there were fucking corpses on the street...and despite all that fucked up shit the only thing she could think of right now was that argument with Peter.
"Get the hell out!"
"Fuck you too, asshole..." She quickly wiped away the few tears that almost escaped and took a shuddering breath. 2 months and after everything they'd been through he suddenly kicked her to the damned curb just like that. He was just the same as everyone else - they played along, pretended they gave a shit about her until suddenly she was inconvenient and they wanted nothing to do with her. Same thing every damn time...
Sighing, she adjusted her place on the couch and placed her head against the old leather, her eyes drooping. She was exhausted; she had to take so much painkillers to be able to stand up that she was pretty sure she'd have overdosed if it wasn't for her powers. Lana let her eyes close, barely catching sight of Spider-Pug trotting past her and leaving through the door.
She didn't know how long she was asleep, but by the time she woke up she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the door, "Huh...?" She sat up in a rush and aimed her left hand at the doorway in a panic.
"Lana?"
"...Mom?" She lowered her arm and blinked in surprise at the sight of her mom standing at the doorway. She wasn't dressed in the hospital gown anymore, making do instead with a red jacket and a pair of brown khakis and boots, "Wha...What are you doing here?"
"Well, this dog came to our house and..." She looked back and trailed off when she found nothing there, "What the- he was just here."
"Yeah, SP kinda does that..." She sat up properly and yawned. She still felt tired as shit, but she wasn't gonna get any sleep now that her mom was here, "Well...come in. Pretty sure we've still got a couple of years of rent paid in advance to this shithole."
"Doubt Mrs. Maillard thinks so." She sat next to her on the couch and Lana smiled slightly. Things were still shit, but at least she wasn't alone, "So...why
are you here? Last you told me you were gonna talk to Spider-Man, make sure that he was still alive and all that."
"He's alive..." And he was a fucking asshole. Lana bit her lip and looked away to try and hide it, but her mom saw it clear as day.
"...What happened?"
"He's an asshole, that's what happened." She sniffed loudly and coughed, "Went over there to talk to him, see if he was alright after he and Spider-Woman fought that fucking monster and then he just goes off on me. Tells me to get the fuck out and that I didn't have to pretend to give a shit about him now that you were up and kicking again. Guess he really did think he was just babysitting while you were taking your beauty sleep."
"Beauty sleep? Kiddo, there was nothing beautiful about that." She replied, her voice oddly light considering where they were, "Look, I'm sure there's an-"
"An explanation? What, like there was an 'explanation' for 'dad' calling me gutter trash to my face when she caught Lily hanging out with me? Why grandma looks at me like I'm a piece of shit that she just can't get rid of? Yeah, here's an explanation: people are fucking assholes. I've got these powers and nothing's changed; everyone'll still treat you like shit no matter what you do."
"...Maybe, but I'm not sure if Spider-Man's one of them. I remember what he did when that thing showed up. He tried to save us, tried to fight that thing by himself to make sure you, me and everybody else could make it out. That doesn't seem like something someone who didn't give a shit would do."
"Tch..." Lana clicked her tongue and looked down, though she didn't have a rebuttal. Pete was an asshole, but she owed him; that was something she definitely couldn't forget. If he wasn't there her mom would be six feet under and that bastard Carter would've been killing more prostitutes and junkies.
"...You like him, don't you?"
"Wha?!" She looked at her mom, her cheeks heated an annoying tinge of red that caused the older woman to laugh, "The fuck are you- no! I don't-"
"Oh, give it up, kiddo. I might've been a corpse for a couple of months but I know my daughter." She wrapped her arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, "I saw it in your eyes when you looked at him, and the way you talk about him...hah, a neon sign would've been more subtle. You looked just like Susan Storm in that shitty sitcom."
"No, I didn't..." She wondered just how her mom would react to knowing she had Sue's number on her phone.
"Sure, and I'm a totally functional and balanced parent." She rolled her eyes and let Lana scoot away to put some space between them, "Look, Lana, I'm the last person to be giving relationship advice - Lord knows I've made my share of fuck-ups in that department - but I'm telling you now: you don't wanna leave it like this. I dunno what happened between you two, but I can tell you both care about each other. You wouldn't have gone back inside the hospital for just anyone."
"I...I just owe him, that's all." She chewed on her bottom lip nervously. She and her mom didn't have many mother-daughter talks; kinda hard to do that when you find out that your mom blew strangers to put you through school.
"Alright, if you say so." She put her hands up in surrender and shrugged, "All I'm saying is from what I've seen of him he's not like William or mom; they definitely wouldn't have stuck their neck out back at that hospital for you, powers or no. If you wanna end it here then I won't say anything, but if you wanna try to fix this then I'll try to help, too. I've got two months of being a parent to catch up to."
"I'll take you not blowing random guys anymore, if that's allowed." She clenched her hands, the rings of light encircling her palms again, "...You know, Captain America made me an offer to join S.H.I.E.L.D when I turned 18. We save up our money and for a couple more years and I'll be able to pay for a roof over our head, food...everything. You don't have to go back out there anymore."
"I couldn't even if I wanted to. No one wants someone with shotgun scars on her stomach." Her mom's smile was bitter. It didn't give her a good feeling, "...And if you do get that Superhero job it'll have to be without me."
"What? Why?" She sat up straighter and ignored the burst of pain at the sudden movement, "I-I know you and grandma said something about custody, but I figured you were just trying to get me out of the house."
"I wouldn't joke about that, kiddo." She looked down and exhaled deeply, hands pressed together, "Look, everyone knew I was a slut; it was an open secret, but social services didn't give a shit. They had bigger problems. But after that serial killer case...well, suddenly people paid attention. They think it's cause of my job that I was targeted, that it's why you were nearly killed-"
"Bullshit!" Lana spat, "That son of a bitch was insane! That's
not your fault!"
"Well, try telling them that. Far as they're concerned it was cause of my 'corruption' that you were put in so much danger." She brought a hand through her hair and sighed, "Lana, I won't lie to you: it doesn't look good. At this rate I'll be lucky if I'll be allowed to visit you. We...I don't think I'm gonna get custody of you-"
"This isn't fucking fair!" Lana stood up and growled, kicking at the table and tipping it upside down. First Peter and now her mom...what the fuck did she do to have God shit on her?! "So what, I'm supposed to live with grandma? Just deal with her treating me like the redheaded stepkid?"
"Well, that or..." She took a deep breath and met her gaze, "William's been calling."
"Yeah, what's that asshole want?"
"What do you think? He finds out his unwanted daughter has powers you think he won't ask questions? Honestly I'm surprised it took him this long." The older woman clenched her hands tightly, "I think...I think he might be the one to-"
"No...no, no, no! Fuck that! It's not happening!" She screamed, causing her mom to wince, "He doesn't get to change his mind just because I finds out I can blow things up with my bare hands!"
"It's either that or they try to find relatives outside of New York because I think mom's about had enough. She said you spend most of your nights outside, that you don't go back home." She crossed her arms and gave her a pointed look, "I understand why you did it, but when social services start asking it doesn't exactly send a good message when your granddaughter spends most of the week out with her supposed boyfriend."
"Fuck...!" Lana pressed both hands against her face and growled, "So...what do we do now?"
"Honestly? There's nothing we can do. I can try to take it to court, but I doubt it's gonna do well. A prostitute against a rich politician and mayoral candidate? I'd be lucky if I wasn't banned from ever seeing you again."
"This is fucked..." Lana sat back down and looked down at the floor, her hands balled into tight fists, "I dunno what that asshole wants, but if he's after this-" She summoned the rings again, "-then I'm not holding my fucking breath that it's gonna be any good."
"Maybe," she said, "Look, Lana...I don't know what's gonna happen the next few days, but I wanna try to make up for those two months before..." She shook her head, "Anything you need-"
"Just for tonight can we forget about all the drama and just go out?" Lana interrupted, "The diner nearby's still open and from what I saw old Janey doesn't give a shit about the clusterfuck earlier. Let's just get something to eat and...I dunno, talk."
"Uh...alright, Lana. Whatever you want."
Yeah, whatever she wanted...fuck all this bullshit. If there really was a God or Fate or whatever then they could stick it. She didn't need any help making her life more shit than it already was, thanks.
Cindy always had mixed feelings about returning back to the S.H.I.E.L.D compounds. The sterile walls and automatic doors reminded her too much of the bunker to her liking. Sure, there were always people milling around so she never felt alone, but even then the feeling of being trapped underground never left her. The bunker was both her home and her prison for a decade and for those days after she got rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D the base was the same. A place for her to hone her skills, to try and acquaint herself with the people who rescued her.
A place she wasn't allowed to leave till they decided to let her.
The spider heroine clenched her right hand and looked up at the door that led to Maria Hill's office. She didn't like Agent Hill, and as far as as she was aware that was a very common view to have. Listened to? Of course. Respected? Many of them, yes. But actually liked? The amount of people that actually had positive things to say about the senior agent as a person were so rare that they were practically myths.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed her keycard on the scanner and stepped into the room as soon as the door whooshed open. She hadn't really talked to Agent Hill much, which Bobby joked(?) was one of the few blessings she was given. She was a lot of things, but 'tolerant' and 'flexible' weren't two of them. She liked it when everything fell into a certain order and she had all the advantages.
Which meant she held a certain grudge against 'mavericks' like her, Gwen, Peter and (from what she gathered) even Kate.
The senior agent looked up from her desk when she entered, her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes narrowed. Cindy thought it made her look constipated, "Agent Moon. Good, you're here. Take a seat, please."
She was really tempted not to, but insubordination (even if she was barely an agent) was worse than her paranoia. She definitely didn't want to give her any excuses to ground her down here again, "Um, alright..." She sat on the (wooden, which was a rarity here) chair across from the large desk and crossed her right leg over her left, "Is there, uh...any reason you called for me, miss?"
"Yes, I was hoping you'd clear something up for me." She set the file she was holding down on the table and tapped her finger on the metal surface, "I've gotten security footage which implicates you to a break-in at Oscorp's tech labs. I trust you have a justification for doing this outside of wanting to place yourself under charges of sabotage and theft?"
"Right, that..." Cindy closed her right eye and scratched the back of her head, "Well...alright, Osborn wanted to help and he's the one who knows how to use the glider and the suit better than everyone else. Things were desperate..." She licked her lips. The excuse sounded weak even to her, and she had personal reason to dislike him. A few more days and she would've been on the other end of that syringe.
"So you decided to trust the word of a former fugitive?"
"Trust? No, but I didn't exactly have much choice." She shook her head, "I didn't want to, I even tried to ignore him, but all those monsters...there were too many of them. I saw videos of 'The Goblin' and I thought the benefits outweighed the risks..." She paused to consider her next words, "We were being overwhelmed, Agent Hill. I don't have to like Osborn to understand we needed all the help we could get."
"Be that as it may we now have an unstable former fugitive running amok with access to military grade ordinance."
"What do you want me to do? Beat him up and take the armor back?" The older woman's eyes narrowed and Cindy winced. Powers or no she was scary, "Look, he said he'd give back the armor and bombs after it was done. If he doesn't then I'll make him, alright? I stand by my decision, and from what I've seen so far he did help save people's lives. A little theft is worth that, right?"
"That depends on who you ask. But fine, that matter is dealt with." Cindy blinked. That was...surprisingly easy, "On to the next subject at hand: reports indicate that you worked with Osborn to assault Crime Master's base and ran into two more of our hired mercenaries."
"Yeah, Shadowcat and..." The 'real' Spider-Man? How the hell was she going to tell Peter? "I, uh...Osborn said that he had a lead on the guy who stole the Lizard serum from that Lord Ogre dude and I thought that it'd be a good idea to follow him."
"A better idea would've been to tell us as soon as you received this information, but I suppose I can't fault you for your intent, especially given your inexperience. Next time forward any lead you have to us as soon as you can." Scary...but reasonable. Was everyone else just exaggerating about her? "Did you have recent contact with Osborn before coming here?"
"No, but I have his number. I was actually planning to meet him later to make sure he returned the gear." And to apologize to those guards she'd webbed to the wall. So sue her, they were rushing, "Is he under arrest?"
"Given his actions I would be more than justified, but no. He retains his freedom - though Norman Osborn will owe us more for looking the other way." She tapped the open file and nodded, "I have a new assignment for you, Agent Moon."
"Uh...okay?"
"I want you to keep an eye on Harry Osborn and report his activities back to us. I have a feeling that even without the armor and weaponry he'll attempt to try and 'redeem' himself and any abberant behavior would be useful for us to know."
"...You want me to spy on him. For blackmail against his dad."
"Yes." The blunt reply caused her to frown. She wasn't naive, despite what others might've thought, and she had little reason to defend him from what she knew of him. Still, using him as a bait to get more concessions out of a CEO made her feel dirty and two-faced, "For whatever reason he decided to place his trust in you and we aren't going to pass this up. Keep an eye on him and report any aberrant behavior."
"Right..." Great, now she was a spy. This was definitely different from those James Bond films she and her brother watched when they were younger, "Is...Is that all?"
"Yes, you're dismissed. Report back with any findings you may have."
Cindy nodded and stood. She was halfway to the door before she stopped, her mouth opening before she could think better of it, "...I wanna ask you something, Agent Hill." The senior agent looked up at her with a slight glare and she winced again, "The thing that we all tried to stop...I heard that it was something S.H.I.E.L.D created. Is that true?"
"Yes." Again, blunt. She was halfway expecting some tall tale about a framejob, "We attempted to replicate Spider-Woman's symbiote without the side-effect of the deadly radiation. As you can see it went poorly."
"But...But
why?"
"Why?" She scoffed, "Simply look at the news and it's clear. Spider-Woman was given power that surpasses anyone but the likes of Jennifer Walters and she continues to parade herself around like a trained monkey. She's incapable of making difficult decisions, meaning that for all her abilities she's almost impotent. We wanted to share her abilities with one of our agents so they could do things that she's incapable and unwilling to do."
"You mean killing someone..." She bit her lip. She didn't like killing, but she had it hammered to her by Ezekiel that she'd have to if it came down to it. If 'Morlun' and the rest of his fucked up family came for her then killing had to be on the table if she wanted her and everyone she loved to survive.
"Very astute. Yes, I killing. From what we gathered on her psychological profile she seems to have a pathological avoidance to taking a life - I can only assume that it was either of the two Parkers or Pryde that ended the life of the renegade host." She closed the file, "Regardless she's of little practical use. The kinds of enemies we fight against cannot simply be punched and taken to the local jail and until she realizes this she's nothing more than a stopgap solution."
"Use? She's not a thing, you know..." Cindy took a deep breath and shook her head, "Look, how are you going to deal with this? I mean one of your experiments got loose and it killed a lot of people. Do you talk to anyone about it?"
"If you're asking if we plan to reveal our connections to the symbiote, then no, we do not."
"Wha- So you're just going to lie?"
"And spread misinformation if need be; blaming HYDRA or S.I.L.K should suffice," she replied, already looking away from her and down to another file, "The fallout if S.H.I.E.L.D were ever to be publicly connected to that monstrosity would be astronomical and a gap like that would be something our enemies would take full advantage of. You don't have to like it, Agent Moon, but you will follow. Not a word of our involvement shall leave this room."
"That's bullshit!" Hill looked up and raised an eyebrow when she stamped her foot, "Your little experiment killed hundreds of people and now you're just going to sweep it under the rug?!"
"Yes. Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, agent. I trust the glamour's finally worn off?" The expression the older woman sported was a mix of annoyance and outright boredom, "You aren't the first one to have complaints about our methods and I'll give you the same response as I did them: find an alternative that allows you to keep everything stable while keeping your hands clean or shut up and follow your orders. Your choice."
"I didn't join this place cause I thought it'd be another S.I.L.K," she spat, "I left my evil twin behind because of what she did and now-"
"You joined us, not out of justice or some lofty ideal like you claim, but because you had no other choice," Hill interrupted, her gaze still passively annoyed, "Even assuming that you weren't detained, you have no proper identity in this world. If you'd tried to strike out on your own you'd have nothing to your name except a list of crimes a mile wide due to the actions of your native counterpart. So no, Agent Moon, you aren't the unsung hero and this isn't your triumphant stand. And I'll be expecting your report on Osborn as soon as you're able."
Cindy wanted to scream, wanted to punch her in the face and make her take it all back, but in the end she looked down and left the room, her fists shaking. Bobby was right; she was an absolute bitch.
She walked to a far enough bench and practically collapsed on top of it, both hands pressed against her head and a groan escaping her lips. Much as she hated to admit it, Hill was right: without S.H.I.E.L.D she wouldn't have a roof over her head and any papers would've been the same ones her evil twin had; and she really didn't like the idea of sharing anything more than she already did with that deranged nutjob.
She was content to sit there and stew in her angst (not like she didn't have 10 years of that already...) till she heard footsteps, "Hey, this spot taken?" She looked up and blinked when she saw Hawkeye- er, Kate, smiling down at her. Despite the bandages strewn across her face the grin was genuine, which she found more than a little impressive, "Hey, Spinerette. You look like you've been through the wringer."
"More or less." She scooted over slightly and let the younger girl sit next to her. Misery loved company and all that, "...I just had a fight with Agent Hill."
"Yeah, I figured. You wouldn't be the first." She stretched her arms above her head till her fingers cracked, "Lemme guess, she gave you the 'you're not the unsung hero and this isn't your triumphant stand' speech?"
"Uh...yeah, exactly that."
"Yeah, she gave me that too when I called her out on how she was using Hawkeye...er, the other Hawkeye. The lame one." She waved a hand through the air casually, "Look, don't let it bug you; she's not all of S.H.I.E.L.D, yeah? There are good people here, and they weren't responsible for this gigantic fuck up. I don't really know everything about you, but keep at it. You can do good here."
"But...didn't
you quit?"
"Do as I say, not as I do." Kate winked conspiratorially and Cindy giggled, "Anyway, I'm glad I found you. Cap wanted me to tell you that she wanted me, you and Spider-Woman to go to Washington in a few days."
"Washington?" That was sudden. She hadn't left New York at all in her time here; and to be honest she was almost afraid to considering how weird just New York was, "She say why?"
"Nope. Just said we had to and that she already arranged our transport; I'll send you the deets when I get em. Full costume allowed, by the way, just in case you're worried anyone will recognize you without that scarf."
"Says the girl whose mask is a pair of shades." Cindy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Well, thanks for the heads up."
"No prob." She scratched at one of the bandages before she spoke up again, "Hey, you wanna get something to eat? Ms. Jones is pouting cause she got caught on cam and I don't wanna go alone. I know this great shawarma place."
"...Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Depends. You want it to be?" She leaned closer, her smile almost teasing.
"Uh..." Cindy blushed. This
definitely wasn't how she saw her night going, "Um...I'm flattered, but no. You see I don't, um..I don't really play for that team, if you catch my drift? I mean no offense to you, of course."
A moment of silence passed before the other girl blinked and laughed openly, "Dude, it's 2016. If you don't like other girls just say so. I'm not gonna go all social justice warrior on you and post on tweeter that Spinerette's a bigot." She clicked her tongue and leaned back, "Still, both you and Spider-Woman? I've had
the worst luck when it comes to getting a date. Just don't tell me you like Spider-Man too or I'm gonna start thinking he cursed me or something."
"Haha...no, he's just a friend."
"Well, you still wanna go out? As friends this time?"
"Sure, that's cool."
Well, maybe things were looking up after all.
"Here."
Shadowcat took the can of beer without so much as a thank you and drank it in one go, "Another..." She didn't even wait for him to say anything before she grabbed the second can and drank that too, "...Your beer's shit." She tossed the empty can at the trash can and looked at out the window again with the same glare she'd been sporting ever since they left the factory behind.
"...You're welcome." Spider-Man rolled his eyes and moved back to the fridge. Honestly he'd expected them to go their separate ways as soon as they left, but for whatever reason she stuck around...and she then she took to drinking and insulting (and not always in that order) his choice of spirits. She already burned through all his whiskey and pretty soon his beer would follow.
He grabbed four six-packs of beer and dragged them back to the window. Honestly he was tempted to try and kick her out, though given her state he wasn't confident she wouldn't just try to cut his pecker off, "Here you go, your highness." He gave her one of the cans and pulled the other one back when she tried to reach for it, "Hey, I gotta drink too. You weren't the only one who went insane back there."
"...Fine."
They sat across one another on the windowsill, the only sound between them being the twisting of metal cans being opened and and the occasional sound of creaking wood. Spider-Man drank the down the third can of beer and coughed at the taste. Next time he'd skip the beer and just put it all on whiskey. He threw the can and growled softly when it bounced off the rim and landed on the floor.
"Your aim sucks," Shadowcat said, a ghost of a smile on her face.
"I spent 5 years being disemboweled, Pryde, cut me some slack." He reached for another can and opened it, "'Sides, I'm not the one who's moping around in someone else's place drinking all their beer."
"I'll pay you back. You know I'm good for it," she replied flippantly.
"Yeah, like I need money that I can't use once I'm out this madhouse." He scoffed, "Look, what the hell's the deal with you? Last time you nearly got killed it just made you horny."
"What, you want me to sleep with you again?" The way she said it made him wonder if she was actually asking or if she was just being her usual way.
"You see me begging?" He clicked his tongue, "Didn't answer my question: what the hell's the matter with you?"
"...I'm not really into this kumbaya feelgood shit. Just fuck off and let me have this." She finished off the last of the 2nd sixpack and reached for the 3rd before he grabbed her wrist, "Hey, what the hell?"
"You're here getting drunk - or at least trying to - on my alcohol and now you're telling me to back off? Doesn't work that way, Cat." He let go of her arm, "Either tell me what the hell's bothering you or get out. I'm not in the mood for half-assed binging."
"Tch, you're an asshole, you know that?" They shared a silent look for a few seconds before she exhaled in frustration and grabbed her 9th can of beer, "Fine..." She leaned back and opened the can, "...Look, I'm used to getting attacked. Getting nearly killed is rarer, but it happens. I'm not scared of dying; they didn't program that into me. If I had to hurt myself to get at a target so be it."
"Sensing a 'but' in there."
"Yeah, real perceptive." She rolled her eyes, "Look, they didn't mean for me to get free will. I mean, sure, they pretend they care about me and call me me their 'little kitten', but if I did anything but say 'Yes, sir, I'll do whatever fucking thing you tell me to' I get the collar...or worse, Kimura." She grit her teeth, "They tried to stamp out what little free will I had left."
"Those weapon X guys you mentioned before..."
"Yeah...real pieces of work. Well, eventually they got tired and they tried to use something to blank out everything, just make me kill on command. They called it a 'Trigger Scent'; one spritz of that stuff and I'd go completely apeshit and just kill everything."
"...Back there, at the factory, whatever that broad it reminded you of that."
"Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner." She looked down with a scowl on her face, "I wasn't the only one they made, partner. There were a bunch of us. Stryker said I was the strongest, their 'pride and joy'. Well, one day they decided to put that to the test. They put me in an arena with the rest of them...my friends. I refused to fight them; didn't matter how much they shocked me or beat me, I didn't lift a finger..."
"Till they used the trigger scent."
"Yeah..." She shut her eyes and took and coughed, "Everything was a haze and when I woke up...the only way I recognized Eliza was because of the little scar on her knee. The rest of them weren't so lucky." She sucked in a breath through her teeth, "So yeah, sorry for drinking all your damn beer but I really didn't want to think about it again. After getting out of that facility I thought it was over." Another breath came and went, "I should go-"
"You can stay if you want." He tossed her another can, which she caught easily, "You fessed up, so the rest of the beer's yours. There's some wine in the fridge if you want it; not even sure why I bought it."
"Heh, how magnanimous of you." Despite her mocking tone she drank the alcohol down easily enough, "...Alright, your turn. Since we're sharing and getting all our feelings out, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You just met your clone. I dunno about you, but that seems like that'd be right up there on the most earth-shattering things that can happen to you. What are your thoughts, partner?"
"He was...younger than I thought." The same age he was when he got taken to this madhouse. No wonder he bought into the memories, "Kid's got stones, I'll give him that. Most people would give up after they lose an arm."
"Present company excluded, of course."
"You'd just grow yours back." He scoffed, "Still, how do I feel about it? I don't feel much of anything, really. I already knew him from the news and it doesn't really change anything for me. I'm going back and whether he likes it or not he isn't, end of story. Frankly I'm more surprised that he's got blonde hair."
"Hair dye. Could smell it even through the blood," She tossed another can into the bin, her cheeks slightly flush, "And don't worry about your fridge; S.H.I.E.L.D just gave me a a cool mil for helping their mascot take down that symbiote. I'll give you half of it if you want, just say the word."
"...I'm curious about something. All this money S.H.I.E.L.D's paying you, what are you using it for? You got a couple of mansions in your pocket?"
"A mansion? For 1 million? Geez, I knew the 30's were weird but that's just ridiculous," she said, "To answer your question: no, I don't live in a mansion. I live in a place kinda like this, actually, and if you're a good boy I might let you see it one day."
"Lucky me. Still doesn't explain where that money goes."
"It goes in a bank account and sits there for when I need it. I'm sure 60 years down the line when I'm barely out of my 20's it'll be really useful when I wanna buy a big yacht and cruise the world like an ashsole." She laughed under her breath, "I told you before, partner: being 'normal' ain't for me. Maybe someday I'll get tired of all the contract work, but right now it's what I'm good at and why I wake up in the morning."
"That the only reason?"
"Geez, what is this, psychology class?" She smiled wryly, "Alright, fine: It's cause the money's proof that I'm doing it because of me. At least with money I can justify and say that I'm getting something, that I'm doing it for myself and not just because someone asked me. That make you happy, doc?"
"Good a reason as any." Again, he had no clue if she was being serious or not. His spider-sense wasn't the best ever since he woke up.
A moment of comfortable silence settled over the pair. They weren't friends, not really, but neither of them minded. Frankly he was just glad he didn't have to run anymore, even if the closest thing he had to a partner who looked out for him was someone who tried to hunt him down just a week or so ago. The quiet lasted for a for a few more minutes until Shadowcat spoke up, her face lightly flushed.
"...Wanna do it?"
...
2 hours later he was buck naked on his bed and staring at up at the ceiling, his lower body covered by a thick brown blanket. At his left side Shadowcat slept, her head facing away from him and her breaths soft. Spider-Man gave her bare back a sideways glance and closed his eyes. It was meaningless - no strings attached, as they both called it - but accepting it so easily felt wrong somehow. Aunt May would've been disappointed in him.
His musings were interrupted by the sudden ringing of his phone. Sitting up slightly, he picked up the phone and raised an eyebrow when he saw Carter's mug on the screen, "Hello?"
"Spider-Man..." Carter's face on the other end of the screen moved and she raised an eyebrow, "Probably shouldn't have used video call. I'll make this quick. As I understand it you were with Shadowcat, Spider-Woman and Mr. Parker in the factory. Is that correct?"
"Yeah..." He rubbed the back of his head and hissed slightly at the cuts on his shoulder, "What about it?"
"Well, the symbiote was...let's just say that S.H.I.E.L.D had a vested interest in its demise. So an equal reward is prudent. Our spy inside the cell made it clear that Otto Octavius is making his way to a Madripoor for an auction in a few weeks time. You'll get him there."
"Y-You're serious?" He stood up and Shadowcat stirred behind him, "You're giving me Octavius, no strings?"
"When he leaves for his meeting, yes. By that point our informant will have exhausted all intel he could've gotten." Her lips curled up in a slight smile, "Congratulations, Spider-Man. Soon enough you'll be going home."
This went on longer than I thought :/ I know that aside from Lana there's a noticeable lack of Defenders, but that was mostly because they wouldn't have had strong reactions. Outside of Peter and Lana all of them are so deranged and apathetic that Carnage's massacre wouldn't have elicited much of anything from them, especially since outside of Castle none of them (except maybe Bullseye, and he doesn't care) were unmasked like Jessica was. Them's the breaks when you're writing about a bunch of amoral psychos and thieves.
Anyway, this chapter makes it pretty damn obvious how different things are from the original plans. Jessica aside, I never planned for Lana to be a significant supporting character; she was meant to be a joke/'child' character like Frog-Man or Gabriel. But since the latter's been practically retconned out and the former barely shows up she got more screentime with the adult Defenders group. Your call if that's a good or bad thing.
2 Questions, both more character-based:
1. How do you guys see Peter? By that I mean do you consider him to be (another) Spider-Man Noir, 65-Peter or some weird amalgamation of the two? His character went through a lot of changes over the course of the story and as of the most recent chapter it might be hard to tell just who/what he's supposed to be, especially with the original Spider-Man running around.
Additionally, are you guys okay with the amount of trauma he runs through? Compare him to most everyone else in the epilogue: Gwen got to talk it out with her dad, Lana with her mom, Jessica with her sister Trish etc etc. Meanwhile Noir - mostly through his own fault - drives away the people who could've helped him (the Parkers and Lana) and he's left a crying, vomiting mess begging for help where no one can hear him. Seems kind of unfair in hindsight.
2. Do you guys think some villains should remain personalized and not touched by the other protagonist? Jack-o-Lantern's a good example of this. Every time he shows up Gwen's conveniently off-screen and the one time she isn't in a future arc he makes her back off and fetch Noir instead. Does this 'comic book' approach to bad guys work for you all or not? Cause I'm kinda reminded of the 'Superman stays out of Gotham' trope and how silly it could get.