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You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! You also adopted the identity of "Spider-Man", for anyone that doesn't know about your illegal exploits, but that's besides the point.

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Ben reunited with his younger brother, Richard Parker, at a Goblin rally of all places! And somehow, he got roped into helping him to investigate the Green Goblin's bodyguard, the Green Beret! Can he and his brother snatch the coveted shield of the Red Guardian before the Russians get their hands on it?

Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.

How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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You instantly thought about running. About slipping away, finding Richard and dragging him away from this shit-show, by force if necessary. But then you considered something. The Green Beret still had valuable information that you needed to answer some of your pressing questions. And she couldn’t do that if she got flattened by that giant Rhino guy.

Reluctantly, you crawled along the ceiling, dropped back down on the other side of the car and grabbed the bag before slipping out through the door that the Green Beret left from.

Surprisingly, it really wasn’t that hard to evade the notice of the Russian guy with the horn. Once you were out, you began running at full speed towards the woman, pumping your legs inhumanly fast to cross the distance between you in only a few seconds.

Both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned sharply to stare at you as you approached. Neither knew who’s side you were on. But when you tossed the blonde woman the bag that contained her suit, she looked back up and gave you an incredulous look.

“Suit up!” you shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch from the guy in the Rhino suit. You didn’t know who this guy was, but something told you that letting him get his hands on you would be a REALLY bad idea. He’d clearly made up his mind about you from that little exchange.

The Green Beret stared at you stupidly for another half second, before nodding vigorously and pulling her suit out of the bag. There were a lot of straps, belts and buckles involved in equipping the combat gear, so you decided to dance with the big guy for a little while. It’d give blondie much needed time to finish her preparations.

Absently, you noted that the yellow tinge of her eyes had dimmed somewhat.

“Why. Won’t. You. Sit. Still!?” the Rhino snarled, letting loose a series of devastating haymakers that you either ducked or leapt over entirely. He might have been the biggest guy you’ve ever seen, but he was slow as an ox!

“Never been my strong suit.” you shot back, backflipping over a particularly dangerous looking pointy horn on the top of his head. “And speaking of strong suit’s, where’d you get yours from? I’d love to meet your designer. Do you think he or she makes clothes smaller than an XXXXXXXXL?”

All you got in response was a deep growl as he lowered his head and charged you, his horn aimed squarely at your chest. He never made it that far.

A disk shaped projectile flew out from your left and slammed into the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and trip. The big guy slid the rest of the way, and you dove out of the way before he could slam headfirst into a nearby train car.

Your eyes traced the shield’s trajectory as it flew through the air, returning to the hand of a fully armored Green Beret. She gave you a grateful nod.

(Cont.)
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The moment was quickly broken, however, when a beam of crimson light slammed into her shield. She‘d raised it just in time to block it, only being pushed back slightly from the same attack that sliced right through a train car in no time at all. That shield really was something else.

You turned sharply, and started advancing upon the Russian Unicorn guy, using your agility and a few well-placed weblines to avoid his projectile beam.

“What is it with you guys and your horns? Are you compensating for something?”

The Unicorn opened his mouth to fire back a retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You had already flipped over his head and planted your feet on his back. He realized too late that your hands were firmly gripping the horn on his head.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5252264
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>>5252264
YOINK!
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5252264
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5252278
>>5252264
Fucking phone eating my dice...
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>>5252273
>>5252279
>>5252281
Taking these. Writing...
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>>5252264
Ah shit we're using webs? Big clue for our brother if hes still around.
At least we get to loot the bodies. Maybe we can convince the lady to give us the shield in exchange for saving her.
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>>5252279
>>5252281
>95
thanks for saving me, bros
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>>5252284
He was bound to figure it out sooner or later. I'm pretty sure Hill would brief him on Spider-Man at some point, and it wouldn't take a genius to connect us to Peter and Vic.
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>95

You leaned back and pulled with all your might! The Russian reached up and grabbed your arm, and by God did he have a monstrous grip for a guy his size. But then again, so did you.

You pulled even harder, hearing the groaning of metals, the grinding of wires, and finally…a sharp snap!

His hands fell away as you hopped off of his back, and he began clutching his head painfully. You glanced down at the red shard of metal that you held in your hand. It actually came off a little easier than you thought it would.

Well, that wasn’t too ba-

The Russian man screamed as he turned to face you, and multiple beams of energy shot out from his forehead in a continuous stream! Except, none of them ever came directly at you. Instead, they were sweeping the entire areas, slicing through train cars, rusted train tracks and just about everything that they came into contact with.

He didn’t seem to have any control over where they went, or how focused the beams were. If you didn’t stop him, then he might hit Rich!

“I’ve REALLY gotta stop breaking things!” you hissed, taking a moment to chastise yourself.

What will you do?

>Jam the pointy end of the horn through his eye.
>Fire a silver bullet through the hole in his helmet.
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5252339
>>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
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>>5252339
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
His exosuit seems to have sustained critical damage. My advice? BEGIN PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE!
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>>5252339
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.

So. We really voted to break not!Cyclops' not!glasses, huh.
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>>5252339
>>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
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>>5252339
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
Wombo Combo.
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>>5252384
+1
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>>5252353
>>5252372
>>5252374
>>5252384
>>5252392
Writing...
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Looking for a place to put the broken horn, you slide it into your sleeve and web it to your forearm. Noticing this, the Russian man’s rage seemed to boil over, as he charged you. But much like his companion, this guy was far too slow to lay hands on you, even on a bad day.

You easily sidestepped his advance and proceeded to leap towards the Rhino. Not having anything to swing on was seriously annoying, but that didn’t mean that you were completely limited in your options.

You bounced from train car to train car, expertly avoiding any stray lasers that might’ve accidentally come close to hitting you. Once again, both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned in horror to see you bringing a storm of superheated plasma right to them.

Blondie immediately brought up her shield, allowing more than a few of the Unicorn’s beam to bounce off of it. The Rhino, on the other hand, was not nearly as lucky. His thick arms could only cover so much, and the crimson beams scorched pummeled his armor at multiple angles.

“Excuse me! Coming through!” you announced as you flipped right over the Rhino. The Unicorn realized what he was doing too late. His partner was already eating the full brunt of his unfocused attack.

The Rhino, clearly annoyed by this development, took a swipe at him, and the Unicorn just barely managed to avoid a hit that probably could’ve taken his head off. Now they were both agitated.

“Now that wasn’t nice.” you put in, firing a web at the Unicorn’s chest and yanking him closer to the Rhino. ”You two should kiss and make up!”

The two slammed into one another, and you wasted no time in gluing them together with several thick layers of webbing. All the while, the Unicorn was blasting away at his partner’s chest, simultaneously hurting himself and catching his buddy in the crossfire. They screamed and writhed like that for about a minute, neither of them thinking to tear at the webbing that was keeping them together.

A translucent wave of energy shot from the two of them, slamming into you and knocking you to the ground. The Green Beret just put up her shield and blocked the whole thing. That made you a bit angry.

Dazed and aching all over, you groaned and rolled onto your stomach. You vaguely heard the sound of crunching footsteps as someone walked over to you, and a gloved hand entered your field of vision.

You looked up to find the Green Beret standing over you. You regarded her silently for a moment, before taking her hand and letting her pull you onto your feet. You guess those muscles aren’t just for show.

She gave you a hard pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for the save. That was…actually pretty smart.” she said, a voice processor making her voice indistinguishable from that of a stoic tough guy.

You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”

(Cont.)
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You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”

She released you and took a few steps back, giving you an appraising look. “Did the…did the Goblin send you?” she asked, sounding slightly nervous for some reason.

What will you say?

>”Yeah. He heard that these guys were coming to ambush you, and he thought you could use the help.”
>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5252461
>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."
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>>5252461
>Write-in.
PUNCH HER IN THE FACE AND GRAB HER SHIELD
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>>5252461
>>5252468
Support, but also >>5252469
Maybe not punch, but pepperball, or web her up. Go go chaotic neutral spiderman.
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>>5252461
POCKET SAND
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Do we try to capture her and the Ruskies for SHIELD? I mean, she knows our power now, we can't let it get back to Gobbie too easily. Also, she knows things about the loose spiders that would be good to interrogate out of her extensively.
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>>5252461
>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
>"Not that I'm exactly on good terms with Oscorp either..."
>"Ya know, you're pretty good with that shield. You trying to be a Captain America cosplayer or something?"
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>>5252477
We could just persuade her to let us have it.
We've already made a great first impression, and it's not like there aren't plenty of obvious reasons to ditch the thing given what just happened.
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>>5252482
I will admit that this is not a bad idea, and that I do find it a shame to throw amazon!Gwen to the glowies, but... It's still more pragmatic in the end.
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>>5252483
I'm not even saying we deliver her to the feds like Chinese takeout.
I'm saying we just explain exactly how bad things will (probably) get as long as she keeps clinging to that shield.
More to the point, if she's got the skills and physical ability of a super soldier, she might not need it.
Worst case scenario, we can help her find a replacement.
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>>5252489
I understand what you're saying anon, I just prefer my way of doing things.
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>>5252497
We do that, and we piss off Gobby.
We've already fucked with Oscorp, no reason to start taking shots from both sides on that one.
Then there's also the fact that she's probably important as far as our investigation into the super spiders is concerned.
If we can get her to work with us willingly, it'd probably go a long way towards solving that mystery.
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>>5252500
She won't be talking to the Goblin from inside the Raft or the Helicarrier, and she'll give us all the info we need if we talk to Hill about the errant spider problem as having us solve that little problem for her completely aligns with her interests and will in fact earn us even more brownie points. In other words, her consent doesn't matter if we have her in a cell.

You're better off making your arguments on a more personal level, because selling her out wins out on all the nonpersonal ones.
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>>5252461
>>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”
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>>5252461
>>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
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>>5252468
support
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>>5252468
>Support
>>5252461
>Anyway, you should give that shield to me, the russians are not the only ones foing after it in force. Also, it plus the super soldier serum is going to me Captain America sue you.
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>>5252771
No idea how "make" turned into "me".
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>>5252468
>>5252474
>>5252754
>>5252771
>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."

Writing...
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“No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was so juicy that I didn’t even have time to properly suit up.” you said easily. “Anyway, that’d make us even.”

The tension in the Green Beret’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she began to look around, taking in the carnage before her. And then, out of nowhere, she whirled back to where her chem lab had been, and she broke out into a full sprint. You had to admit, the girl was fast. Probably about as fast as you…

You followed her, and found the Green Beret taking stock after the Unicorn destroyed her lab. Her sensitive equipment had been completely destroyed, the contents of her beakers, vials and flasks had either evaporated or spilled onto the floor. It looked like her laptop had taken some hefty damage, but the hard drive might still be salvageable.

The Green Beret slammed her fist into the metal table, putting a sizeable dent into it as her blow warped the metal around her hand. It looked like those pills that she’d received from Jack had also gotten destroyed, for the most part.

She started glancing around the room for anything that might be salvaged, when her gaze locked onto something on the floor. Slowly, she turned around, walked over to it, knelt down and picked it up. It was a tiny scrap of a polaroid print. A picture, ruined forever.

She clenched her fist so tightly that you thought her knuckles might pop.

Suddenly, someone ran up behind you, and you both turned to see Richard, breathing heavily. He had a bruise on his head, his clothes were stained with dirt…and he had a gun in his hand. So he DID have one!

Your little brother’s eyes met the Green Beret’s, and they both had a very tense, and very silent moment where neither of them knew what would happen next.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Green Beret rose to her feet, picked up her ruined laptop and shoved it into her bag. Both you and Richard moved aside as she hopped out of the gaping hole in the train car and began walking back towards the downed pair.

Your brother’s hands twitched, but he decided against doing anything rash. He gave you a warning look that told you he wasn’t terribly comfortable with being this close to his target.

It would seem that you would have to make a decision here.

What will you do?

>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.
>Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.
>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)
>Write-in.
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>>5253007
>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)
>"What's with all the chemistry equipment? You never struck me as an egg-head."
>"How'd you come across that shield? Was it on sale?"
>"Why did you end up teaming with Gobby in the first place?"
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
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>>5253007
>>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
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>>5253007
>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.
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Can someone remind me what's our relationship to the green goblin? didn't he try to kill us, or unintentionally kill us?
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>>5253007
>outside Beret's hearing range: "Rich, real quick, whom are you working for? And did you call anyone over on this here?"
>Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.
whatever all this weaponry here is, it's too big of a payday to miss out on.
also:
>keep blondie from contacting anyone else
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>>5253007
>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
Should we try to take the shield right now? I'm just afraid of fucking up. We'll be able to find her again, right?
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>>5253007

>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.
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Take the shield get Gwen's number ask her to dinner and get hill to pick up the horny bros
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I want an ending which allows us to not have her identity revealed to SHIELD and have her as a chemist contact.
So we need to outnumber her and have her tell us her sob story on why she's working with Gobbie.
She said >“Did the…did the Goblin send you?" while sounding nervous, so I don't think she's too keen on working with him

So...
>call in our reinforcements
>convince her to fake her being overwhelmed by the russians
>put her under our own witness protection for a while
>deliver the russians to SHIELD
>and so that the rest of SHIELD doesn't notice, deliver the shield to Hill, so the shield delivery remains under SHIELDs radar while we remain a denyable asset
and hope Richard cooperates
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>>5253275
+1 to this. Not really sure what else to do here. Feels like shit could go really bad if with Goblin, SHIELD, and our brother involved.
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>>5253275
I'll back this
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>>5253007
>>5253275
only seeing the best outcome for us doesn't mean it's achievable...
but
+1,hope this works
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>>5253275
>>5253284
>>5253334
>>5253347
I should clarify this was in addition to >>5253169

>>5253284
>>5253347
I feel you
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>>5253275
+1
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>>5253007
>Lady, I'll be honest, I fot hired to get that shield. Thing is, I rather bot make enemies out of Green Goblin, that bit about the favor was true.
>It's not only the russians that are after it, and as soon as other people find out about your super soldier serum, there are going to be even more hits. So how about you get rid of one of your own headaches?
>We just fake a fight, I fake selling it on the black market, and it's not our problem anymore. I couls blackmail you of your identity and work too, but that's a dick move.
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>>5253369
Forgot this
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
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I'm between >>5253275 and >>5253369. In the first we're going to lie to her but make our objective, but still that's going to be a little suspicious for SHIELD in how or why this two super russians we're here and the bunch of destroyed chemical instruments

In the second we're a honest person about this, but because we don't know what's her real problem and why she's doing it, we don't know the stakes and how possible is for her to actually give us the shield and run out everyone happy. Plus the added danger of giving the pill while we don't know if that's the supersoldier suerum and she has to take one to keep the benefits, or if it saves her from something worse thanks to the serum
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>>5253402
Lying is more in-character for Ben
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>>5253169
>>5253275
>>5253284
>>5253334
>>5253357
>>5253347
Taking these. Writing...

There are some very interesting write-ins coming out of this scenario. Keep it up, anons!
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>>5253421
it all hinges on Ben's and the woman's (Gwen?) true allegiance and if they are willing to play ball
which... I don't like my chances if I'm being honest
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>>5253421
Oh boy.
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>>5253424
I assume Gwen got fucked over by Oscorp, same as The Goblin, but he holds leverage over her somehow.
My guess is he controls whatever's left of the pills made during Gwen's time at the company.
As for Ben? While we're not on great terms with SHIELD, we're not bad terms either.
This is certainly the last freebie we give them though.
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>>5253450
If she's being controlled by a pill supply and was trying to replicate them on her own to free herself from Gobbie's influence, handing her and the pills over to SHIELD and convincing them to let Cho and other nerds replicate it would be a decent way to resolve her problem. She'd be controlled by SHIELD instead of that psycho, which is a clear upgrade.

It would be even better if we actually freed her somehow but we don't really know any trustworthy chemists who would help us.

Maybe I should have voted to ask her about this instead of just punching her in the snout, but oh well.
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>>5253450
>Gwen got fucked over by Oscorp
Oh shit we're doing sins past?
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>>5253493
Not if I can help it!
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>>5253463
If she's controlled by the pill i would like to directly ask Cho if he can make this one under the radar of Hill.

Or it might be because Gobbie have the kid in the destroyed picture as hostage, which it means our offer won't work
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>>5253516
Did we manage to take a picture of the photo before it got burned? It might be a pleasant surprise to duplicate a finer copy for her.
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>>5253516
you can!
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>>5253520
Yep. Ben took a couple pictures of it when he was skulking around.
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>>5253529
Sweet. We can give her a copy for brownie points, depending on what she says during her sob story.
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“Rich, real quick, who are you working for again?” you asked your brother in a hushed tone. “And did you call anyone over on this mission?”

Richard shook his head. “I already told you. I can’t give out any names. And no, I’m running solo on this one.” he replied, before taking a moment to consider something. “At least…I was.”

You nodded and pulled out your cell. You weren’t entirely sure who would be available, but just in case, you texted the location to every Desperado and awaited confirmation. You should probably also page Hill so she could send someone to pick these two up. If you ever got your hands on that shield, then you could arrange to have it delivered to Hill personally.

In the meantime, you were gonna have to find a way to keep the Green Beret here until backup arrived.

You sighed internally, before putting your phone away and approaching the woman that was causing all this trouble. She turned to face you, but she didn’t seem immediately hostile. That might change when she sees that you’re planning to have her surrounded.

One step at a time, Parker. One step at a time.

“I’m gonna need you to lie low for a while.” you said.

She tilted her head slightly, but her expression was impossible to discern when she wore that mask and visor.

“You think those guys are gonna come after me again?” she asked.

“Considering how you’ve got a Russian National Treasure in your possession? Yeah, I’d say that you should expect more unwelcome company from now on.”

The Green Beret turned to stare at her shield, as if she was just now seeing it for the first time. Did she not know? How’d she even get her hands on it in the first place?

“Fuck me…” she groaned. “They’re not gonna start a war over this thing, are they?”

You shrugged. “Probably not a public one, but you can bet that they’re gonna keep sending people after it until they get what they want.”

She nodded slowly and fixed her gaze on you. “You think I should get rid of it.” she said, not phrasing it as a question. “How did you plan on getting it back to them? Something tells me this thing won’t make it past TSA.”

“You let me worry about that.” you said. “For now, we should get you somewhere safe. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that the Russians got to you.”

She shook her head and tore her mask off, letting her long blonde hair spill out over her shoulders. Her eyes were now indistinguishable from that of a normal young woman’s. There wasn’t a hint of yellow in her eye’s sclera. “What’s the point in laying low if you’re already planning on giving the shield back?”

(Cont.)
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“I’m using my own channels. Not everyone’s gonna get the message as soon as I hand it in.” you said. “These guys have already seen your face, and they managed to follow you here without much of an issue. You can’t just assume that they’ll stop coming after you immediately.”

She grimaced, but reluctantly nodded her agreement. “Dammit! I must’ve been set up.” she concluded, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

She lifted the shield and waved it around in the air. Every time it moved, you could hear this strange humming noise. Like a tuning fork that was constantly vibrating. “Because…the Goblin gave me this.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. “He stole it from Russia?”

“I don’t know how he got it or why he had it. He just said that he thought it’d be useful to me.” she said. “I thought it was weird, but I didn’t think it’d bring Russian spies knocking on my door. He must’ve been suspicious of me from the beginning.”

“Speaking of spies, what do you think abou-”

You turned to address your brother…only to find him gone! Where’d he go?

Blondie seemed to catch on too, because she was now glancing around the area, hoping to find some sign of where Richard had gone.

“Shit! Did the Russians get him?” you thought aloud.

“You check that end. I’ll look this way.” the Green Beret said, running off in the opposite direction. She didn’t look like she was lying, but you decided to keep an eye on her just in case.

—-----

To her credit, Blondie didn’t run off. She actually stayed to help you look for your brother. It made you feel bad about the fact that you’d called up your friends to ambush her. Sometime during your search, you got texts from Prowler and Flint saying that they were almost there. You’d also received a confirmation from Hill that forced you to expedite your search efforts. This place was going to be crawling with S.H.I.E.L.D agents soon.

But all of those thoughts left your mind when you stepped on a fleshy mask of some sort. You knelt down to pick it up and…your breath caught.

You absently registered the sound of heavy footsteps behind you.

“Did you find anything over-” Blondie began. She paused suddenly, frowning at the thing in your hands. “What…what is that…?”

You didn’t reply. All of your attention was fixed solely upon the empty sockets of your brother’s face. There was no body, and no blood. Only a face.

It took you far longer than you cared to admit to realize that it was made of latex. It was a mask. But…if this was here, then that meant…

A chill ran down your spine, and your mouth went dry. You felt like throwing up.

Who the fuck had you just spent the entire day with!? Where’s your brother!?

(Cont.)
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The distant hum of Helicarrier shuttles broke you out of your trance. Blondie patted you hard on the shoulder.

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” she exclaimed.

You head still felt like it was spinning, but you knew that she was right. Neither of you could be here when those two bozos got picked up.

Where will you take the Green Beret?

>Take her back to your hideout.
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.
>Let her take shelter in Cindy’s old house for now.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5253588
Take her back to the hideout
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>>5253588
What ever the case is, take the mask with us and see if we can get an egg head to run a DNA scan on it. Who or whatever was impersonating our brother needs to die before they can spill the beans to their bosses. If they tell anyone, our civilian identity and everyone related to us is FUCKED! Give the mask to shield and see what they can make of it.
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>>5253588
>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.

>>5253592
We dont trust her entirely yet and haven't heard her sob story. Plus maybe the Goblin might had bugged her suit with a GPS tracking device. I dont want to risk bringing her back to our base of opperations.
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>>5253594
Well then she can take off her suit
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
+>>5253593
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>>5253588
Support >>5253596
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers for now
>Ask her:
>>Does she knows whether or not her suit is bugged.
>>What should we call her
>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.

as for the shield, since we can't expect her to trust us, we can arrange her giving it to Hill directly
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Nowhere near Morlock turf, though
Fucking Chameleon.
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers
>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet

First let's secure ourselves before we even try to bring her to any.important place. The options are fucked, because honestly we don't have our normal suit and if there's people following then we can't risk to bring attention to MK place, Cindy's Home or our own HQ.

While we do that let's asks things like >>5253615

Honestly I would LOVE to hunt that fucking bastard posing as our brother and let him in Coma, but unless anons want to let blondie alone while any of the Desperados meet with her in the sewers, I think the votes are the more secure
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>>5253588
>Pocket the mask
>Retreat into the sewers
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>>5253588
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
No better place to dissuade and lose followers.

Also, fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
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>>5253593
Support.
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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
Callisto should know how to lay low, right?
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>>5253593
Oh, and this too
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>>5253638
Oh shit, this too.
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>>5253638
>>5253593
>>5253622
>>5253615
+1 all that shit
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>>5253665
>>5253682
Samefag?
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>>5253588
>>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.
+1
>>5253593
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>>5253588
>text our freinds to abort
dick move if our friends walk right into a SHEILD squad
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>>5253638
Didn't see this, supporting this too.
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>>5253593
>>5253596
>>5253605
>>5253615
>>5253629
>>5253622
>>5253638
>>5253682
>>5253714
>>5253647
>>5253648
>>5253662
>>5253665
>>5253693
>>5253701
>>5253707
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Pocket the mask.(Give it to S.H.I.E.L.D later)
>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet
>>Ask her:
>>What should we call her
>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.

Taking these. Writing...
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Real quick, what name will you give the Green Beret when she asks you for yours?

>Huntsman
>Spider-Man
>Ben
>Write-in.
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>>5253804
>Spider-Man
since we are affiliating with SHIELD right now
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>>5253804
Are we in costume? If so huntsman if not Ben
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>>5253816
You're still wearing the "Goblin Groupie" costume. Your Huntsman costume is still hidden somewhere near where you met Imposter Richard.
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>>5253804
What are we currently wearing?
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>>5253804
>>Write-in.

Jenson
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>>5253804
>>Huntsman
We admitted to owing one to the Goblin, didn't we? That's Huntsman.
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You rose to your feet, stashed the latex mask away for later, and sent a quick text to your friends telling them to evacuate the area and go to ground.

“I know a place. Follow me.”

The Green Beret nodded and chased after you. However, her enthusiasm quickly died down after she saw you lifting a metal grate and jumping down a manhole.

It took some coaxing, but you finally managed to get her to follow you down after a few minutes. Once you were underground, you slid the idea of checking yourselves for tracking devices or bugs.

Your experience working with Prowler has given you a decent idea of how to look for and recognize these bugs. Thankfully, there were none on either of you.

—----

Your walk through the sewers was uneventful and uncomfortably silent. You just needed a minute to get your head straight. Why would someone try to impersonate your brother? Where’s the REAL Richard? Is he alright?

Your thoughts were interrupted by an uncomfortable squishing sensation beneath your feet. You were going to need new shoes after this.

You shook your head, trying to focus on doing something productive to distract yourself. You turned to the Green Beret.

“So,” you began. “What should I call you?”

Her head turned sharply, as if she had just now remembered that you were still here. Her surprise turned to contemplation, and she nodded, seemingly coming to a decision in her own head. “Gwen.” she said. “How about you?”

“Call me Huntsman.”

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “You don’t look like a-”

“I know. I know” you interrupted. “Trust me, my other costume is wayyy cooler.”

She shrugged. “If you say so. Thanks for helping me out, Huntsman. I would’ve been in a lot of trouble without you.” she said, looking genuinely grateful.

“You sure have a funny way of showing gratitude. I just got bitched at for like 10 minutes when I asked you to jump down here.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to go all Shawshank on my first day on the lam.”

You shared a small laugh, before letting silence creep back into the dimly lit tunnels

“What made you want to work for a lunatic like Gobby?” you asked. Her mirth seemed to evaporate upon hearing his name.

“I’m not a ‘Goblin Groupie’ if that’s what you’re asking.” she said with a sneer. “Believe it or not, I’m trying to take him down.”

You nearly tripped, and Gwen’s dour expression seemed to brighten slightly. “So you’re like, a double agent, or something?” you said.

Gwen nodded. “Or something. He’s the reason I’m like this.” she said, gesturing at her muscular body.

You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.

(Cont.)
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Gwen rolled her eyes at you, and her face seemed to darken once more. “I was there that day at the Oscorp Bio Lab, you know. The day that he and Hazrat attacked.” she said, her eyes gazing at something far in the distance that you couldn’t see. “I was brought in to help develop a serum as a part of some super secret project. I was so excited, so proud of myself. And then…the bombs dropped.”

Her fists were clenched, and you could see a deep scowl forming on her face. “Me and my colleagues were trapped in there when everything went to shit. I was literally pinned under a slab of rock that was slowly squeezing my guts out.” she said, rubbing at her stomach as if she could still feel it. “I was dying, and I was pretty sure that they’d be dead too if I didn’t do something. So…I took it. I took the experimental serum like a dummy.”

So she was there when you slipped in to grab the Oscorp Hard-drive?

“Sounds to me like you didn’t have much of a choice.” you put in.

“That’s what I thought. Because you hear that type of shit in newspapers all the time whenever some random dude gets superpowers. Everything always works out super conveniently, you get instant abs, and now you look smoking hot in a spandex.” she said, rolling her eyes again. “But not for me.”

“What happened?” you asked.

Gwen scoffed. “Oh, nothing. I got super strong, super buff, and I’m pretty much better in almost every way now. I feel like it might’ve made me a bit smarter, too.” she said in a slightly sardonic tone. “I lifted the slab of rock, threw it across the room like it was a paperweight and got everyone out of there.”

“And then?”

Gwen visibly shivered. She had a haunted look in her eye now. “I…I don’t really know what happened. One moment I was saving lives, and the next, I was pummeling security guards within an inch of their lives. It comes back in flashes sometimes, but…it all feels like a blur to me.”

You remained quiet and just listened, but it was genuinely painful to see her struggle with recounting the event.

“By the time I came to, the Goblin and Hazrat were standing over me. He showed me the footage of what I did and I-” Gwen paused for a moment, becoming a bit choked up as she spoke. “The serum had some serious psychological side effects that none of us ever accounted for. I don’t know how serious the long-term effects could be, but I woke something up when I shot myself up with that stuff. And now…there’s a monster inside of me.”

Gwen took a deep, shuddering breath. “The Goblin offered me a temporary solution to my problem. He gives me custom made downers, anti-psychotics, to push it back a bit. It helps keep my head clear. And now I don’t even have that anymore…”

(Cont.)
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So she wasn’t doping after all. That stuff was her medicine. And the Goblin is using it to make her work for him.

Gwen explained what you had already put together on your own. He provided the gear and the shield, and gave her a job as a bodyguard. All she had to do was stand around and make sure that no harm came to him.

Neither of you spoke for a while after that. You didn’t really know what to say, but you thought you should say something.

>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs."
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.
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>>5253914
Support and add a flirty remark somewhere
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>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs."
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>>5253910
>"I have connections to both good and bad guys who could surely come up with a way to reverse engineere those pills for you. Was that what you were trying to do in that train car?"
>"Also, come on, arm wrestling time, I need to know if I can keep you at bay if you have an episode."
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>>5253914
>>5253917
+1

But this brings a problem with both of our identity. Do we tell her have ties with SHIELD?
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>>5253938
We kinda have ties with everybody.
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>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.

We probably need the pill if it's to be reverse-engineered by someone. Also a place to stash her without exposing her to any of our other guys, because otherwise No Way Home will happen.

>>5253938
I'm almost past the point of caring. Everyone and their dog seems to know who we are at this point.
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>>5253960
You think Cindy would like a puppy?
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>>5253967
Sure, let's add housebreaking a fucking puppy to our list of responsibilities, anon.
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>>5253971
Sounds good, we'll put it to a vote soon!
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>>5253910
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
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>>5253967
Good idea, wrong time.
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>>5253967
>>5253971
>>5254120
>inb4 puppy gets killed and our car gets stolen, and we go full John Wick mode
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>>5254220
That's what I was hinting towards
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>>5253910
>>5253914

This.

Also, I've combed through the archives. Nice quest here QM
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>>5253910
>>5253928
+1 to this. Revealing we got hired by SHIELD might spook her, and gotta know if we can knock out the Green Beret.
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>>5253900
>You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.
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>>5253910
>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
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>>5254641
Musclegirl appreciation is definitely an important part of cultural refinement. Question is, just how buff is she? Say, on a scale of 1-7.
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>>5254781
Prob 3
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>>5254785
I could probably go for up to about 4.25-4.5
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She basically confessed to having a chronic illness, along with why it's a stigma.
if we want her independent of goblins pills we need to give her the opportunity to make them herself. Therefor we should not give the last away but have it analyzed.
We should treat her normally and reassure her that if she has an episode we can handle her.
hence why I wrote:
>>5253928
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>>5254844
Supporting
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>>5253914
>>5253917
>>5253938
>>5254267
Writing...

>>5254267
And thanks! I'm really hyped that this quest got so much positive attention. I'll try to keep things interesting for you guys
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>>5254781
She's somewhere between 3 and 4. Might have some art commissioned in the future. Already have some pieces in mind for other characters
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>>5254844
+1
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that's a tie now...
maybe have her decide on the use of the pill
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>>5254919
That would be good idea, let her decide between trying to hold herself back, or give doc a headstart.
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>>5253928
>>5254471
>>5254881
>>5254914
Wait. Now the votes are even?

>>5254919
>>5254927
Either way, I'll keep writing and make adjustments as necessary
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>>5254928
I'd always figured voting to be closed once the author actually starts writing.
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>>5254931
me too, but this time it was my write-in and I'm a hypocrite
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>>5254931
>>5254933
It pretty much is, since I'm halfway done writing it at this point. If the change is a minor one, however, I don't mind incorporating it into the update if it gets sufficient support.
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“Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.” you said with genuine sincerity.

She shrugged, wiping at her face with a gloved hand. “Yeah, it’s been…yeah.” she said, nodding and pointedly avoiding looking in your direction. “You’re actually the first person that I’ve talked about it with. So…thanks for listening, I guess.”

She turned to look back at you, and she blinked at you. To be exact, she blinked at the object that you were holding out towards her. It was a tiny white tablet, identical to the ones that she’d been examining in her lab.

Her jaw began working the air, but no noise came out. You raised your hand a bit, and she reached over, and gingerly plucked it from your hand. She stared at it for a while, and then directed her gaze at you.

A bit of light came back to her eyes, then. A tiny glimmer of hope, you thought.

“I grabbed it before your lab blew up. I thought that you’d want to-”

You never got to finish the sentence. Gwen shoved the pill into her pocket, stepped forward and wrapped you up into a massive bear hug. Air hissed out of your lungs as your ribcage was compressed, and your bones creaked as they rubbed against one another.

The girl was strong! Unnaturally so. You were starting to understand how she tore through that Oscorp facility so easily. All of a sudden, you weren’t so eager to see the upper limits of that strength.

Gwen seemed to understand what she was doing, because she gasped, and let you down in a hurry.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” she asked, her face filled with regret.

“Oh, yeah. Super…” you groaned, stretching your back and popping a few vertebrae back into place. “By the way, have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you.”

Her face lit up, and she gave you a bit of an incredulous look. “Of course I know who Dr. Connors is! The guy’s a local celebrity around here.” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus, I’ve read his doctoral dissertation more times than I can remember. It was like, my favorite bedtime story.”

Absently, you thought that this woman and your brother would get along very well. Unfortunately, that very same thought only served to drive your mind to a darker place.

“How do you know him?”

Her question broke you out of your funk once more, and you shook your head. “I helped him out a while back, and he asked me to look into something for him. You might have to help with that.”

She gave you a confused look, but before you could explain, Callisto stepped out in front of you, a terribly sharp-looking dagger flipping end over end above her hand.

You froze, and Gwen raised her shield as if to throw it. Callisto’s stance shifted, and you could tell that she was preparing to loose her knives at the slightest provocation.

(Cont.)
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You gave her a stiff wave. “Hey Callisto. It’s me-”

“I know who you are, Huntsman. I could smell you both from a mile away.” she cut in, giving you a dismissive look with her one eye, before fixing her cold glare on Gwen. “What I don’t understand is why you brought a Goblin Groupie down here.”

Gwen reeled back as if she’d been slapped. “I’m not a Groupie!” she protested.

Callisto shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re wearing his colors, dollface.” she said, pointing the tip of her dagger towards Gwen.

The blonde woman’s jaw set, but she said nothing further.

What will you say?

>”She’s in a bit of trouble with the law, and she needs a place to lay low for a while. Do you think you can shelter her?”
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point."
>"Don't worry, Callisto. She's with me."
>”Did…did you say that you could ‘smell us coming’? Is that something that you can do?
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5254956
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”

I actually don't know where to go from here. We can't leave her down here with the kids or have her stay with any of our hideouts, not when she might turn evil at any given moment.

We either have to stash her here or somewhere random and leave things up to chance while we go talk to Connors where the glowies can hear us, or convince her to come with so she enters SHIELD custody willingly and hands them over the loot.

Unless someone has a better idea.
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>>5254956
>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point."
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
Let’s deescalate the situation first, then
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
Give a good excuse as to why we’re just dropping in on her porch unannounced with a super-fugitive.
We don’t need Castillo to harbour her. SHIELD can handle that, plus with Connors there she’ll be in good company.
I wonder if her antipsychotics could bring Connors back to sanity if he goes lizard again.
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>>5254956
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
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>>5254964
This, but I'd like to add a word to Gwen regarding reverse-engineering the pill.
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>>5254956
>She's only working for the Goblin because he is forcing her. She just quit, and I'm going to work on fixing that.
>Anyway, GG set her up for a fall, and some identity stealer freak just got a picture of her face. I thought you would know how to lay low better than I do.
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>>5254956
>"Callisto! I'd like to introduce you to Gwen. She's been basically blackmailed into working for that fucker. He's withholding her medication, can you believe it?"
>"Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?"
>"This-" pointing to the shield "is not merchandise, I'm looking to get it into the right hands to avoid a potential international conflict."
>"As you can see from my getup I needed a quick disguise, I didn't plan today's outing."
>"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Gwen's as innocent as they come, she got forced into one bad situation after the next."
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>>5254965
>>5254973
+1
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>>5254979
This is pretty good for further explanation, should Castillo demand is, aside from the comment about Gwen’s medication.
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>>5255066
What is the president of Peru doing down here?
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>>5254956
>>5254979
+1, but swap the first two
And we still need to offer Gwen our contacts to have that pill reverse engineered. From the way it's going we go up to SHIELD with Cho and Connors. Connors still kinda owes us a favor
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>>5254979
+1
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>>5255198
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>>5255071
Ah, fuck.
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>>5254979
+1
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>>5254979
+1
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>>5255198
Did you have to hurt me like this today
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>>5255198
there's dust in my eyes
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>>5254979
>>5255066
>>5255114
>>5255132
>>5255272
>>5255274
Taking these. Writing...

>>5255198
This timeline missed out by not having a wholesome Spider-Man
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“Callisto! I’d like to introduce you to Gwen.” you began. Three eyes fell on you. “She’s practically being blackmailed into working for that fucker. He’s withholding her medication. Can you believe it?”

Callisto’s eye drifted back over to Gwen as she gave her an assessing glance.

“Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?”

A look of surprise flickered across Callisto’s features for just a moment. It wasn’t so much because you asked Gwen to disarm, but because you referred to her as a “friend”.

Gwen’s expression was one of clear confusion. She must not have understood the whole “sewer sheriff” part. She pointedly did not hand over the shield, and placed it on her back, where it had been before. Either way, Callisto didn’t seem terribly offended by the gesture. Neither of them made a move towards each other, friendly or otherwise.

“This,” you began, pointing at the shield. “Is not merchandise. I’m looking to get it into the right hands to avoid an international incident. And as you can see from my current getup, I needed a quick disguise. I didn’t plan today’s outing.”

Callisto let out a soft sigh, and the tension drained from her shoulders ever so slightly. She might need to be buttered up some more.

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.” you continued. “Gwen’s as innocent as they come. She got forced into one bad situation after the next.”

That drew attention from both women. Gwen was surprised, and Callisto was now eyeing you carefully. Finally, a wolfish grin spread across her features.

“Boy, you sure do get chatty when you think you’re in trouble.” she said teasingly. “Try not to slip with all that backtracking you’re doing.”

She twirled the knife around, opened her jacket and shoved it into one of her many holsters.

“You can both stop sweating now. I won’t stab either of you, so long as you don’t give me a reason to.” she reassured you.

Both you and Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.

“That being said, where are you planning on taking her? If she’s going to stay down here, I’d like to know beforehand. But if she needs medication, she’s shit out of luck. The Morlocks don't have a pharmacy.”

Gwen laughed as if she’d just heard a bad joke. Apparently, she didn’t believe that you would just leave her down here in the sewers.

Would you?

>”I just need you to shelter her for a little while until I can figure out where to put her.”
>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment/Cindy’s old house)
>Write-in.
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
She needs some way to get a stable supply of those meds, and having her work with Doctor Connors works out great for us.
Granted, it pisses me off that this also works wonderfully for SHIELD and Hill, but it's the best option I can see at the moment.
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

The feds are probably best for her, even if we don't like it. Of course, would be good to, y'know, ask her if she doesn't mind going to legit sources of aid.
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>>5255531
>>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
if not
>>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”
if not
>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)
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>>5255531
Is Dr Connor still in the SHIELD Labs, or have a way to comunicate with him without going through them? And does he have any resources?
Because otherwise we are going to ahve to bite the bullet, talk to Hill and hope she doesn't throw Gwen to the bears.
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>>5255531
>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)
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>>5255198
I’ve been drinking tonight. Why would you do this to me?
>>5255531
>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Cindy’s old house)
But before that
>honestly bring up our connection to shield and ask if she’d want to just get in touch with them.
Shield is the most efficient option but that comes with a whole pile of other issues.
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
We can't risk Gwen annihilating the Morlocks and ruining our deal with Callisto.
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>>5255531
So how about we take the shield, give it to hill and take to pill to Connors himself? Tell him about Gwen in secret if possible but we don't want shield to know everything.
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

BUT

we're not gonna extend the overlooking of our misdeeds to Gwen's misdeeds too
maybe have both of us change clothes meeting with Hill too.
if we go up to the helicarrier we should meet with Dr. Connors and Cho about those pills
We can leave Gwen's final destination in the air for the moment
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>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
Our best option. Facilities for analysing and synthesising the drug, enough security to handle one of her psychotic episodes, and the added bonus of working alongside her idol.
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>>5255538
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>>5255548
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>>5255944
Writing...

>>5255557
Dr. Connors is indeed still up at the Helicarrier. When he gets released, Ben will be notified via news article. He has quite a few resources at his disposal, just not at this very moment.
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Ok guys, here's the plan.
>Fall madly in love with Gwen
>Getting back and forth with her, black cat, the russian girl, and whatever shenanigans like a true Parker
>Get our shit together, plan to get engaged
>She proceeds to die horribly
>Meet May after.
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>>5255953
Well shit, I guess if we just waited we wouldn't need to hand over Gwen to Hill.
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>>5255989
To be fair, every moment spent waiting is another moment she risks going crazy on account of her pill supply going up in flames. The Helicarrier is the safest place for her and anyone around her right now.
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>>5255975
That's the plan
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You let out a weary sigh and shook your head. “I think I know what I have to do. But, you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.”

She frowned at you, so you explained the situation to them both. Callisto already knew that you had a connection to S.H.I.E.L.D, but Gwen’s eyes went wide when you told her that you knew Maria Hill personally.

And after much deliberation, you finally opened up about your role in all this. She honestly took that news better than your first claim.

“I figured that you had to be after it too. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have followed me for that long.” she explained. “And you say that the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D will just…give it back to the Russians and everything will be back to normal?”

You gave her a halfhearted shrug. You honestly had no idea what she really intended to do with it. Her promise to return it to the Russians very well could’ve been lip service.

Gwen sighed and glanced at the shield on her back. “I guess that’s the best option for me right now, isn’t it? If I were anywhere else, I might go crazy and attack someone again.”

Callisto gave her a curious look, but said nothing. You remained silent as well, since you had no idea what to say to her. You were asking the girl to turn herself in with the hope of not being arrested for gross misuse of her abilities. But then again, Hill let you get away with way worse. There was actually a very good chance that young Gwen would get recruited. If they ever managed to figure out the whole “going crazy” part, that is.

Eventually, Gwen slowly nodded, and you brought out the pager. Your time as a conscripted secret agent had come to a surprisingly abrupt end.

—-----------

Several hours later, you and Gwen found yourselves walking down an empty street, towards the coffee shop that Hill told you to meet her at. You had changed back to your usual costume, and Gwen had changed out of her armor and back into her old clothes.

You could tell that her nerves were getting the best of her, so you tried your best to reassure her when it looked like she might turn around and run the other way. When she got to the front door of the coffee shop, she paused and took a few calming breaths, before pushing it open and walking inside.

The lights were on, and most of the chairs had been stacked on top of the tables. Aside from the two of you and the woman sitting in the middle of the room, the whole place was deserted. A pair of brown, piercing eyes settled on you, and then ever so slowly, crawled over to the blonde standing next to you.

(Cont.)
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Gwen gulped, and cautiously crept over to the only available table in the room. You did the same, and sat down next to her. There were three cups of steaming coffee on the table. Neither of you reached for them. Hill threw one leg over the other, folded her hands together and leaned forward slightly. She was wearing a brown trench coat over her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. To the untrained eye, it would just look like the exposed parts of her ensemble were nothing more than leather gloves and a pair of thigh-high boots.

“I was told you had something for me.” she said, her eyes flitting over to the large bag that Gwen had set on the floor.

You nodded to her, and she opened the bag, revealing the green and purple shield that she’d been looking for this entire time. She frowned slightly at that.

“You painted it.” she said in a flat tone.

“Not us. The Goblin did.” you put in.

Her lips set into a thin line. “Let me see it.”

Gwen removed it from the bag and held it out for her to see. Hill reached into her pocket, pulled out a strange device that looked a little like a price scanner and pointed it at the shield. After a few seconds, it beeped, and she nodded approvingly.

“It’s real.” she said, sounding a bit relieved. “Why don’t you hold onto that for a little while?” she asked Gwen in a far softer tone than the one that she used to speak with you.

Gwen nodded a little faster than she needed to, but Hill said nothing of it. She turned her gaze on you, instead. “Excellent work, Huntsman. Between the shield’s delivery and the capture of those Russian agents, I’d say that you’ve more than outdone yourself.” she said, showing a rare half smile that was quickly smothered in its crib.

You were almost caught off guard by the genuine praise. You didn’t know a lot about Hill, but you almost felt like she was in a good mood tonight.

“I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to get it done this fast.” you admitted without thinking.

Hill almost chuckled. Maybe the shapeshifter had gotten to her too.

“Then I suppose we’ve both been pleasantly surprised. As per our deal, I’ll leave you to your business, and you try not to do anything stupid enough to force my hand.” she said.

You nodded. That sounded reasonable. “This’ll be my last freebie. The next time you want a job done, you’re gonna have to put some money on the table first.”

She took a good, long sip from her tea and nodded slowly. “That sounds agreeable. I’ll keep you in mind if I require anything else stolen.”

Feeling satisfied, you leaned back in your chair a bit. Hill’s eyes drifted to Gwen, and she immediately tensed up.

“Am I…going to prison?” Gwen squeaked, fidgeting nervously in her chair.

(Cont.)
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Hill’s expression softened slightly, and she placed her cup back onto the table. “No. I have no intention of imprisoning you, unless you give me a good reason to.” she said. “Instead, you’re going to do some work for me.”

Gwen’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So, you’re blackmailing me.”

Hill shook her head. “No. I’m doing this for your sake, more than anything.”

Gwen’s head tilted in confusion. You mirrored her sentiment.

“If I were to welcome you onto my Helicarrier, give you a room, free food, and let you live out the rest of your days without responsibility, would you feel comfortable?” she asked.

Gwen paused, then slowly shook her head.

“No, because you’d be indebted to me, and would feel compelled to obey my every demand. Such a relationship would create an anxiety within you that leaves you feeling more like a prisoner than a guest.” she continued. “If you work for me, however, you can consider it as a method of paying off your debts. After a trial period, some training, and a few psychological evaluations, your freedoms will be increased, and we will even allow you travel between the Helicarrier and back.”

Both you and Gwen were quiet. Hill had a frankness that could almost be considered refreshing. She didn’t mince her words, and was usually upfront about what she wanted.

“And…what would you have me doing, exactly?” Gwen asked.

“That would depend on what you’re good at. We’ll have to find out what exactly that is, but I have high expectations for you.” she said with a smile that should’ve been reassuring. It was probably meant to be, but for some reason, it just seemed…out of place on someone like her.

Gwen looked to you for reassurance. What will you say?

>”You should take her offer. S.H.I.E.L.D is the safest place for you to be right now.”
>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”
>”You’re gonna have to be more specific about what you want her to do, Hill. If you want a soldier, just say so.”
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5255975
>Gobby drops Gwen from the bridge
>Ben catches her with a web
>her spine doesn’t break because of the super-serum
>Ben pulls her back up and uses her to whack Gobby like a morning star
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>>5256007
>She proceeds to die by choking on pizza
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>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256006
>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256011
Support
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>>5256017
Support
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>>5256019
Support, this is the best order in which to address stuff.
>>5256012
Our true nemesis was Mr Aziz all along!
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>>5256017
Actually, maybe we should specify that they were faling being Richard Parker, he was on the debrief she sent us.
>>5256020
Shit, I knew someone would have seen the post where I accidentaly copied one extra.
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>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256026
Faking, not faling.
I'm making a lot of mistakes today.
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>>5256006
Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256006
>"No."
>"There is no debt you needs to be repaying, Gwen. Everything you did was either unintentional or done under duress. None of it is really your fault, but it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with you."
>"Maria - we're on a first name basis now, right? - Maria, if you wipe my debt for services rendered, the very least you could do is extend that courtesy to Gwen. Because the Green Beret doesn't exist anymore, and she has no link to them."
>"Maybe at another point in time Gwen could find herself working for SHIELD. Just like me, or my buddy Flint who only went up there to get some healthcare to start out with, but whyever she'd decide to work for you, it's not because she has red in her ledger."
>"I know I'm being annoying right now, but for you this is no big deal, while for her it's life changing decision."

and when that's cleared up

>”Do you think we can visit Dr. Connors?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256032
Holy fucking cringe, anon. You sound like you regularly describe yourself as a "nice" person.
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>>5256037
Lol this
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>>5256045
>>5256037
what I'm hearing is you think I'm nice
thanks

how would you argue that Gwen not gets into the clutches of SHIELD while allowing her the opportunity to get help from them while also not revealing her issues to Hill?
ah wait, you voted to just straight up tell Hill that Gwen needs medication
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>>5256048
With honesty and a distinct lack of insecure and obviously manipulative behavior, duh.

You want to just hide the fact that she needs meds from the one person who can make the meds for her, and then what? She literally gets uncontrollably murderous without them, anon. Where do you even think that would go?
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>>5256054
Revealing someone elses medical needs is not a nice guy thing to do, so I didn't.
I explicitly hinted that SHIELD has provided healthcare to someone else we know, so Gwen can come forward on that herself
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>>5256060
Are you the guy against us getting Cindy a voice modulator bc you thought it was ableist?
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>>5256063
you're misreading me on purpose
I say let her decide, which I also said for Cindy, but no I wasn't the ableist guy
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>>5256060
The fact that you think coming across as "nice", always prioritizing the socially "correct" thing to do and being this blatantly avoidant of potential criticism when lives are on the line tells me plenty enough about you. What do you think happens if Gwen is too shy to say anything now, eats the tablet we returned to her, and has none left for her next fit so she goes on a murder spree in a helicarrier filled with completely unprepared agents and eggheads? Do you think people will still think of us as "nice" when all that shit goes down?

Sometimes you just gotta have the spine to be unpopular, anon, because the way you do things is not at all how being an actual good person works.
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>>5256019
+1
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>>5256074
Just filter him. It makes things better
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>>5256074
sorry, I don't get it.
I explicitly voted to not give her that pill so she wouldn't ruin that chance at the time and we could still do something about it, now that she has the choice you want to take it away again.
you're calling me spineless for trying to stick to the decision we collectively made even though I didn't want it in the first place?
>blatantly avoidant of potential criticism
I am engaging with you, am I not?
if you mean I avoid the question of not telling Maria Hill, "the one person who can make the meds for her", then yeah... because she's not.
there's Dr. Connors when he gets out, the Tinkerer, even Cho can make stuff without Maria Hill having to know this.
I also wanted to test Gwen's strength, so when she goes uncontrollable, we can controll her before she snaps back into it. Just so she knows she can live with it without hurting anyone.
Now if she's significantly stronger than us, that's another topic.

>>5256087
tuning out opinions you don't want to hear, classy
I still win a lot all my autistic write-ins
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>>5256101
No you don't sakurautist
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>>5256102
>>5256101
fucken kek, I knew I recognized his shit
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>>5256006
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
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>>5256102
I literally won with every single one of my write-ins in this thread so far, but my hubris came to an end here
>>5253275
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>>5256109
Yeah, we all saw your votes make us call our allies and send them back for no good reason and force the QM to try and rework your cringe as something passably competent because of your blatant samefagging you fuck.
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>>5256102
>>5256106
This is the second thread where someone mention sakurautist, what does that mean? Is it some in-joke that I didn't lurk in the right places to learn about?
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Fucking hell, this quest doesn't need my spergy-ass autism either. Sorry, here's an apology Gog.
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>>5256116
autist from the fate:stay/night quest
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>>5256109
But the first write-in just all of the default choices for that update but reworded, and the second one Callisto said that Ben talked too much and made everyone confused?
Anyway, making write-ins is not something to brag about, it's just part of playing quests. It's suposed to be for fun, not make you a superior anon.
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>>5256118
Was that the one there was a shitshow about a harem or something? I haven't read it, but I seen anons conplain about it in other quests and qtg
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>>5256123
I dont want to think about it brother
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>>5256032
>it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with you
The moment I read this, I knew you were truly reprehensible as fuck, you sakurabitch.
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>>5256123
Harem was one of the problems, yes. It didn't help that QM denied enabling haremfags, when he clearly did.
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Welp, this quest was bound to attract an autist sooner or later. Glad that they were found out in record time, atleast.
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>>5256253
Finding one is simple. Eradicating them? Nigh impossible.
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Everyone filter sakurautist before it's too late. He ruined one great quest already.
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>>5256342
No, anons joining him and screaming at/about him did.
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>>5256345
But of everyone filters him now we won't have to worry about it
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>>5256342
I personally prefer to just ignore anons I disagree with instead of filtering their IDs, otherwise it makes discussions way too confusing.
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Oh man, look at how badly this guy has fucked it up. He literally just produced proof for us that he samefagged, this moron, this ABSOLUTE FOOL.
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I feel like obsessing over this guy is causing more trouble than the guy himself.
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>>5256411
Considering the sheer magnitude of samefagging I'd say it's a problem that needs to be addressed.
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>>5256419
Well I'll start using my trip.
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>>5256019
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>>5256024
Taking these

>>5256017
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>>5256033
Also these. Writing...
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You leaned in close to whisper, but not quietly enough to avoid being overheard. “I know. She gives me the creeps, too.”

Hill’s smile dropped away as quickly as she’d summoned it.

“Don’t worry, though. You’ll get used to her.” you promised.

Gwen chuckled conspiratorially and gave you a dazzling smile that could light up an entire room. She really was something else.

You directed your attention back to Hill. “Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do something else.” you explained, nudging Gwen until she brandished the pill and handed it over to Hill.

She eyed it carefully, and placed it in her own pocket. “Noted. Brief me on the symptoms and circumstances behind your condition, and we’ll work out a plan for when you lose control.” Hill said easily.

Gwen frowned. “‘When’?”

Hill nodded. “It’ll be some time before we can figure out what this is, why it works, and whether there are any alternative treatments or unintended side effects. And since this is the only remaining tablet, we’ll have to be twice as careful.” she continued. “Until then, you have my word that we will not allow you to hurt anyone during one of your…’episodes’.”

Gwen let out a sigh, and you could see the tension slowly draining from her shoulders. “Thank you.” she said with genuine gratitude.

Hill inclined her head slightly.

“Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up there?” you asked.

Hill considered this for a moment before responding. “I suppose. There will, of course, be days when neither of them are available, but I might be willing to allow you to visit them for a limited amount of time.” she said.

You opened your mouth to thank her, but she quickly raised a hand to stop you.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m willing to send a shuttle down to pick you up every time you feel like popping over. You’ll have to find your own way up on some days. Either work something out with Morse, or find your own flier.”

You slumped in your chair. There’s the Hill you know and love.

“Oh, wait! Before I forget,” you began, fishing around in your pocket, before pulling out a fleshy face mask. Hill’s eyes widened marginally, but she displayed no further outward reaction. “Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.”

Hill held out her hand, and you plopped the thing down into her palm. She held it up, examined it carefully, and set it down onto the table.

“This could technically belong to anyone, but I have a feeling that this is the ‘Chameleon’s’ work.” she concluded.

“The Chameleon? Who’s that?” Gwen asked.
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“A Russian spy that specializes in espionage, infiltration and impersonation. I’ve tangled with him on multiple occasions, but he’s as slippery as his name implies.” Hill explained. Her eyes focused on you suddenly. “The man that he was impersonating, was he important to you?”

Her expression shifted slightly. It vaguely reminded you of…sympathy?

You tensed up, but managed to control yourself enough to not give anything away. “Not particularly. I picked him out because his face popped up in that file that you sent me.” you lied.

She watched you for a moment longer, and then nodded. “Of course. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I suspected that he might’ve been involved in this nonsense. I fear that he’s been drumming up the support of the Bratva in this city.”

“Bratva? You mean, like, the Russian mob?” Gwen said.

“That’s right.” Hill confirmed. “They’ve been making moves recently, and I suspect that they’ll continue doing so as long the Chameleon remains at large.”

That sounded like a real problem, but it was a problem for another day. You’d have to go back to looking for your brother. Your deadline was creeping up on you, and you had very little time to get your family out of the city. You weren’t even sure if it was feasible at this point.

Gwen and Hill’s conversation became something like background noise as your family troubles took root in the forefront of your mind. Could you continue growing your business while protecting your family? Maybe you should hire a full-time bodyguard.

—------

After a while, it seemed like Hill was hurrying both you and Gwen to finish your business here.

The two of you stood and faced each other. “Well, I guess this is it.” she said, patting her thighs and giving you a slightly stiff smile. “Thanks for doing all this. You’re really saving my skin, here.”

What will you say/do?

>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)
>”Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5256512
Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)
Try to flex on her a little after the hug she gave you earlier
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>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
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>>5256512
>>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
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>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>Well, while I'm still up here, let me introduce you to Dr. Connor. As long as Ms. Hill doesn't mind, of course.
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>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

[Write-in]
Give her our number
"Here let me send you some very private pictures that I wouldn't show anyone else, you're gonna love them."
Then send her the picture that burned up in the trailer.
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>>5256581
Would be funny, add a hug
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>>5256520
This.
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>>5256512
>>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)
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>>5256581
>>5256583
+1
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>>5256512
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
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>>5256512
>>5256581 +1
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>>5256581
Supporting, with the hug addition
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>>5256581
This.
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>>5256581
+1
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>>5256581
>>5256583
>>5256625
>>5256591
>>5256693
>>5256945
>>5256952
>>5257063
>>5257096
Writing...
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“I honestly wish I could’ve done more for you.” you admitted. “I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”

Her smile turned bashful, then. “Same here. It’s bad enough that I’ve outgrown all of my old clothes and shoes.”

“One sounds a little more important than the other, but maybe you can rock a straight jacket with the best of them. In a padded cell.” you added with a whisper.

She shot you a sly grin. “Please. I can make anything look good.” she said with the utmost confidence. Seeing her now, you didn’t doubt that for a moment.

“Maybe I’ll manage to start a new trend.” she said with a shrug.

“Don’t celebrate just yet. You’ll still need to watch your back while you’re up there.” you advised her. “Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

Her smile slipped, and she gave you a serious nod. “It’ll be okay. I’ll show them how stubborn a Stacy can be.” she declared, her fists clenched in firm determination.

You hoped she was right. Gobby only managed to tether her to his gang due to her dependency on his drugs. You hoped that you could trust Hill not to screw her up or corrupt her kind heart. It was a weird thought, but you felt like you meant it.

“Oh! One more thing.” you reminded yourself, fishing the burner out of your pocket. “Here’s my number in case you ever need to reach me.”

She quickly took out her phone and took down the numbers that you listed. At that very moment, you’d completely forgotten that Hill was there, but you had a feeling that she didn’t really care.

“Aaaand saved. Thanks, ‘Huntsman’.” she said in a cheerful tone.

“Here, let me send you some very private pictures that I wouldn’t show to anyone else.” you said, casting a conspiratory glance around the room. Hill raised an eyebrow, but remained quiet.

Gwen furrowed her brow and gave you a questioning look. You took notice of the fact that her wariness didn’t overpower her curiosity, because her eyes went wide when she opened your message and examined the contents. It was the picture of her Mom that she had in her chem lab. To be specific, they were several photos of a single photo, taken from different angles.

She placed a hand over her mouth, and you could see small tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She glanced up at you and blinked several times before stammering a bit.

“This…this is, um…”

You waited patiently for her response, and it came in the form of another hug. This one was far more gentle, and there was no armor getting in the way of her firm muscles and soft skin. There was something even softer pressing against your chest, barely restrained by a white t-shirt. Two “somethings” to be exact.

(Cont.)
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And despite her having worn a stuffy suit of combat armor all day, fighting two opponents and skulking through the sewers, she still somehow felt nice. Maybe it was a super soldier thing. You didn’t know how all this shit worked.

Unfortunately, the tender moment came to an end, and Gwen released you from her embrace. The shy smile and wave that she gave you was at odds with that of a girl that possessed her size and stature. You watched them as they left, and the last thing you heard was Gwen asking Hill if she could call her Dad from the Helicarrier. You didn’t hear her response.

For some reason, neither of them came back to kick you out of the cafe. You plopped back into your seat and let all of these new developments marinate within your mind for a few minutes.

You took a weapon out of Gobby’s arsenal tonight, but more importantly, you might have possibly saved the future of a bright young woman. Getting the shield back from her was a nice bonus too. It meant that you and Hill were square. You should be happy. Excited, even!

But…you couldn’t stop thinking about Rich. What had happened to him? Why was someone impersonating him and saying some shit about him being a spy-in-training? Was any of it true? Could you really believe the words of a man that deceives others for a living?

And what were you supposed to tell your family? You were no closer to finding Rich, and now you had more questions and concerns than you did before. At this rate, they would all be trapped in this city when shit hit the fan. Could you really afford to make a profit when their lives might be in danger?

Your brother, your own flesh and blood, might be in serious trouble with the Russian mob for some reason. What would happen to him if you didn’t find him? What would Peter do without a father?

What do you intend to do?

>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
>Chase after Hill before she leaves and beg her to help you search for your brother.
>You might have to get the cops involved in this. You’ve never been a huge fan, but you could use all the help you can get.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5257112
My auto-correct made an oopsie. Meant to say that "she still smelled nice" in the beginning of the second post.
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>>5257112
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
>Call Anna on the hunt for Chameleon
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>>5257112
>>You might have to get the cops involved in this. You’ve never been a huge fan, but you could use all the help you can get.
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>>5257112
>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
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>>5257112
>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
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>>5257112
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
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>>5257112
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
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>>5257112
>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
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>>5257112
>>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.
>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
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>>5257115
>>5257120
>>5257123
>>5257142
>>5257143
>>5257154
>>5257295
>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.

Taking these. Writing...
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You only had two days left before your rematch with Matt. Might as well make the best use of your time and scour this whole city for your brother. But you couldn’t do it alone. You were gonna need as much help as you could get. And that meant calling in every favor you had and every friend that you could rely upon. Finding Richard Parker was now The Desperados’ top priority.

You pulled out your phone and started sending out messages…when someone placed a fresh cup of coffee onto the table! Your head jerked up, and a monkey was standing on top of the table! Where did it come from!? Has he been here this whole time?

It looked like a macaque, but you weren’t entirely sure. And it was wearing a…S.H.I.E.L.D uniform?

“Uh…”

You tried to gently push the cup away, and the monkey bared his sharp teeth, before pushing it back towards you. Was he offended by what you did? You looked into his eyes and saw…some type of intelligence, but you didn’t know how much of your words and gestures he could properly understand.

Either way, he was staring at you intently, and it didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon. Carefully, you picked up the cup and took a sip. Your eyes widened. This was some of the best coffee that you’d ever tasted!

You gave the monkey an appreciative glance and nodded. “Thanks.”

He bared his fangs in a fearsome grin and plodded off behind the counter. You figured that it was his duty to lock up after you left.

"If I ever have grandkids, I am gonna have the best stories." you muttered to yourself, taking another sip.

—-------

>Roll 1d100+15
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Rolled 96 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5257528
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Rolled 16 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5257528
Criminality GO
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>>5257530
Oh, cool.
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Rolled 36 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5257528
Rollan
>>5257530
That’s a nice roll. It’d be a shame if someone were to roll a critfail.
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>>5257530
>>5257539
>>5257533
Good shit. Writing...
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>111!
>M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!

I took you well over an hour to call some of your contacts and cash in those favors that they owed you. You were starting to run out, but you weren’t holding out too much hope for them. No, that was reserved for your hand-picked team of specialists.

You quickly informed them of the situation at hand. Flint caught on the fastest, and you had a conversation with Cindy in private about your relationship to the target. Her eyes practically burned with determination, and you were grateful to have such a brave ally on your side. Especially because she’d be essential in tracking down your brother. What you didn’t expect, however, was for Cindy to request Callisto’s help. It was probably the first time that you’ve seen the mutant above ground.

As it turns out, Callisto is a far better and more experienced tracker than Cindy was. Her sense of smell, and ironically, her eyesight were inhumanely sharp compared to any of you. While she and Cindy worked that angle, Cat and Prowler decided to consult some of their shadier contacts. Flint was more or less in charge of overseeing the search from the contacts that you called in favors from.

And after two days, you finally found where your brother had been hiding. It was right smack dab in the middle of Bratva territory, surrounded by dozens of heavily armed men and airtight security.

“Let’s get to work.”

How will you approach this?

Roster: (Huntsman/Sandman/Black Cat/ Prowler/Glass)

>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)
>Full on assault. These people messed with your family, and you’re gonna make an example out of them.
>Bait a bunch of their guys out into the open and utilize your Slip component to turn yourself into a living bomb.
>Call in a friend.(Pick from “Contacts”)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5257565
>>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)
Black Cat. Lure with Sexy Pose then start scratchin
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>>5257565
>>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
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>>5257565
>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)
Have Flint and Glass start a big distraction. See if they're any tech Prowler can exploit. Cat can look for anything juicy to wipe. Everyone else ninja their way in.
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>>5257565
>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)
Flint and Glass, I will call them the Sand Duo
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>>5257583
+1

I guess if we can't murder people to retaliate we can just beat them up and steal their shit instead
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>>5257565
>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Flint and Glass)
>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
>have Felicia and Prowler look around for anything valuable. Cash, guns, tech, information, etc...
Personal business aside, this actually works out great for us.
We weaken one of the major players in the upcoming gang war AND we make a name for ourselves in the process.
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>>5257565
>>5257618
Support
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>>5257618
I say Glass and Flint could go like some Guerrilla tactics and try to confuse the Russians.

Like, making sure they don't know how they got hit, we need Glass to stay somehow hidden. With how fast he is surely he could bring down some guys before they see him, the same with Flint, fast and strong, and that he makes sure he doesn't fully show himself, just in like that sand golem form so when asked no-one can get a solid description of him.
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>>5257585
Trinitite
>>5257618
Support
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>>5257642
I was imagining giant obscuring sandstorm that also throws things and people around, somehow disappearing when we give the signal
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>>5257581
>>5257583
>>5257590
>>5257585
>>5257618
>>5257630
>>5257642
>>5257656
I was going to post the roll order from work, but there's an IP range ban around my workplace because some people have been aggressively shitposting! Sorry about that

Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
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Rolled 11 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5258074
Let's hope I don't roll an other 1
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Rolled 46 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5258074
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Rolled 78 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5258074
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>>5257658
That would be nice...
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>>5258086
This must be some sort of cosmic joke.
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>>5258086
>>5258089
>>5258091
Writing...
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>88

One thing to note about Bratva territory was that they were rooted in a purely residential district. Gone were the days of shady warehouse meetings and underground speakeasies. Most thriving mobs were more likely to hold secret meetings in nice looking townhouses similar to what Vic had owned before the vampire attack. Politics and secrecy took the place of overt displays of power and influence.

Rich could be in any one of the houses in this neighborhood. So you guessed it was a good thing that your contacts managed to narrow down which one he was dragged into. You’d be buying drinks for whichever brave idiot got close enough to figure that one out.

You, Cat and Prowler spent a few hours scoping out the neighborhood and figuring out which people were Bratva, which were under their protection, and which were just under their thumb. Once you’d figured that out, you laid out the plans for the houses that Prowler had managed to snag. You had no idea where he’d gotten them from, but you appreciated his contributions. Made this all feel like a proper heist instead of a hostage rescue.

After that, you began assigning roles. Flint and Glass would be in charge of distracting the Bratva and diminishing their numbers. Both were best suited for combat, and you doubted that any of these guys could take them out on a good day.

Cat would be in charge of going around and swiping valuables, and Prowler would find and steal info from any computers that he could find, along with any valuable tech.

With everyone assigned their roles, you had one final team huddle and confirmed the obvious danger in attacking these people in their own territory. You would either be bringing a shitstorm down on top of your heads, or you’d be doing the city a favor by getting rid of another gang. One outcome was more preferable to the other, but you weren’t terribly concerned about either of them at the moment. So long as your brother was safe and your team got out alive, nothing else mattered.

—---

It didn’t come as much of a shock when the screams and gunshots started ringing out. Your assault team must be putting actual work in. Considering who you’d chosen, you figured that they’d both make quick work of anyone that wasn’t a metahuman, and even then it would be a stretch.

Slipping inside the extravagant townhouse was easier than you expected. It was avoiding detection that proved to be the real challenge. Most of their sentries had gone out to see what was causing the ruckus, but some did stay to protect whoever had chosen to stay. That didn’t surprise you, though.

What did come as a shock, was when you’d stumbled across your first fresh corpse. He was lying on the floor, and had been dragged into a dark corner, a bloody smile carved below his chin. His lifeless eyes were dispassionately staring off into the distance. Into some afterlife that was governed by some God or entity that you couldn’t properly put your faith in.

(Cont.)
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That’s right, heaven and hell really does exist, if the testimonies from people that have died and come back are anything to be believed. Apparently, multiple afterlives exist in separate planes of existence. There was a whole study on the concept. You weren’t sure where you’d be going once your time on earth was done, but you were certain that it probably wouldn’t be pleasant.

Putting those thoughts aside, you refocused yourself on the task ahead. As you went deeper into the house, you found more and more bodies, hidden from plain sight, but not terribly difficult to spot if you were looking for them, which you weren’t. You were looking for your brother, but found fresh corpses instead. That didn’t do any favors for your nerves, but it did tell you one thing.

Someone else was here, and they were cleaning house. Question was, were they hostile towards you or your brother? You supposed that you’d find out eventually.

—-----

Checking the basement turned out to be a bust. Although, you didn’t expect to find an entire wine cellar down there. Real vintage shit, too. You might’ve been motivated to snag a couple of bottles, but there was something of an unspoken policy on drinking on the job. Besides, bottles tended to clink together and make a ton of noise, which wasn’t ideal for maintaining stealth.

With the basement crossed off the list, you decided to go up instead. More bodies, and more unaware sentries scrambling around barricading doors and windows, preparing for the inevitable siege that they’d have to defend against. It was too bad that they didn’t know about the infiltrators in their midst.

Eventually, you reached the top level, where two men were guarding, and occasionally hitting a guy who’d been tied to a wooden chair. When you saw his face, all bloodied, bruised and swollen, your breath caught.

Sitting there, no doubt, making smart-ass remarks in the face of overwhelming odds, was your younger brother, looking half-dead already. He looked like he’d been wearing the same clothes for weeks, which was pretty likely, and his hair was disheveled and matted to his face with sweat and blood.

A swell of anger rose within you, and you leapt into action without a second thought. You wasted no time climbing over the two unlucky bastards, webbing them by their feet, and stringing them up, leaving them to flail and struggle while you freed your brother. Their muffled screams barely registered in your mind as you cut Richard free and gave him a quick once over. He was hurt, badly, and clearly out of it. But at least he was still breathing.

What did catch your attention, however, were the sound of two silenced gunshots zipping overheard. You looked up to find that both men had been shot in the head. When you traced their trajectory back to their source, you found a tall red-headed woman dressed all in black, with a modded assault rifle in-hand, and a large skull painted across the bulletproof vest that she wore.

(Cont.)
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Your eyes went wide as you glanced back up to meet hers. You’d recognize that symbol anywhere. Any criminal worth a damn would.

The Punisher.

Both of you stood in silence for a while. Her rifle wasn’t so much trained on you as your hidden guns were on her. You were pretty sure that you could tag her before she got you if push came to shove, but with your brother in the line of fire, you didn’t want to put anything to chance.

What will you do/say?

>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”
>”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5258381
>>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
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>>5258381
”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”


Man we are surrounded by hotties
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>>5258381
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”
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>>5258381
>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
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>>5258381
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”

Dammit, they're gonna think we're behind this shit now.
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>>5258381
>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
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>>5258381
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
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>>5258381
>>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
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>>5258381
>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”

Then depending on the answer

>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”

or if there is a problem

>”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”
> Fire a garlic pepper pellet at her face while webbing up her gun.
>Abscond with our brother

In either case
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
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>>5258143
Probably. Could have gone much worst, so let's tke a win where we can
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>>5258381
>>5258523

This set, in this order
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>>5258387
>>5258396
>>5258403
>>5258413
>>5258423
>>5258494
>>5258516
>>5258523
>>5258712
>>5258623
>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”
>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.

Taking these. Writing...
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You were the first to break the silence.

“...Are we gonna have a problem?”

She considered your words for a moment, lowered her rifle slightly and raised her hand.

“That depends. Did you come here alone?” she said in an authoritative tone that reminded you a bit of Hill.

After a brief pause, you shook your head. “Two out front, two inside.” you confirmed.

A red dot traveled along your chest from a nearby widow, and your muscles tensed in anticipation. Then, the lady Punisher pressed a finger to her ear and spoke.

“Ease up, Lynn.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving yours. “If you see anyone that’s not Bratva, don’t shoot.”

The red laser trailed away from you and your brother, and you visibly relaxed.

“There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down.” you informed her. “If you want their boss, I’d bet that he’s somewhere around there.”

Her penetrating gaze lingered on you for a bit longer, before she repeated the information to her sniper. Her blue eyes drifted to your brother, bleeding and muttering some incomprehensible nonsense.

“If he’s the one you’re here for, then you should get him out of here.” she advised. “Neither of you want to be here when we open fire.”

And then, without another word exchanged between you two, she turned and left, leaving you and Richard alone in the attic.

Once you were certain that she was gone, you pressed a finger to your ear and activated your communicator.

“Guys, we’ve got a problem. The Punisher’s sidekick is here, and I think she’s got backup.” you said.

Both Prowler and Black Cat cursed at almost the same time. Running into the Punisher in the middle of a job was every crook’s worst nightmare. They wouldn’t hesitate to take your life if they deemed you unworthy of keeping it.

“I’m suddenly not feeling too confident in our chances of making it out of here in one piece, Spider.” Felicia said.

Prowler grunted his agreement. “Did you find who you were looking for?”

“I did. He’s alive, but we should get him to a hospital.” you said.

“Then we should bounce.” Prowler decided.

“Good idea.” you agreed. “Let’s pull Flint and Glass out.”

—------

You carefully held onto your brother as you crawled outside the window and pushed off the wall. From your elevated position, you could see just about everything. Your assault team had been making quick work of the Russians, and they seemed confused when Cat came out to tell them to pull out.

Prowler stopped bothering with stealth, and simply burst out of a boarded up window to swing alongside you. He was always so dramatic.

As you and the other Desperados made your great escape, you caught a glimpse of the sniper that almost shot you. She was a bit shorter than the redhead, wore less body armor and had long blonde hair.

(Cont.)
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She turned to glance in your direction, and the two of you maintained eye contact for a few seconds, before she returned to glaring through her scope. Neither of you looked back after that.

—----------

Everyone broke off and went their separate ways after a brief exchange of information. Neither Flint or Glass had gotten injured, but you noticed a few bullets that had gotten stuck a few inches in Glass’s body. He reassured you that he’d push them out later.

Cat managed to snag some precious gems and jewelry on her way out, along with some of that vintage wine that you got a glimpse of in the basement. But none of that could measure up to Prowler’s prize. By hacking into the computers and downloading their information, he acquired a copy of a detailed record of their business transactions.

Your head was practically spinning with the possibilities of what you could do with that information, but a pained groan from your brother brought you back to reality. That’s right. None of that shit mattered if your little bro keeled over before you could get him to a hospital.

You told everyone that you’d meet them back at the base and picked up the pace a little.

“Hang on, Rich.”

—--------

When you dropped your brother off, you carefully avoided answering any incriminating questions. You just carried through the front door, screamed “I need a doctor!” and brought him where the staff told you to.

No one tried to stop you when you raced back out the door and swung off into the distance. You made some frantic calls to your family, dropped by your base, grabbed a change of clothes and was back out the door in under a minute.

—---------

You sat by your brother’s side, assessing his injuries and waiting patiently for your sister to get here. Rich had been changed into a hospital gown, and they’d done their best to bandage or stitch any open wounds that he might have had. His face was busted up, and his breathing was a bit irregular, but the doctors assured you that it was very possible for him to make a full recovery. He’d just need lots of rest, and a team of doctors to watch him for any unwelcome developments.

You were more afraid that he’d slip into a coma, more than anything. Your brother’s labored breathing and the beeping of a ventilator filled the room, doing very little to calm your nerves.

Absently, you checked your watch and came to the sudden realization that your rematch with Matt would be happening soon. You’d completely forgotten about it. You could still make it if you left now.

What will you do?

>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5258967
>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
Goddamnit. We gave our word. We gotta be there.
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>>5258967
>Call Flint to stay close to your brother in case there are any bratva's in the hospital.
>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
>After the match gather all the info we got from the russians and call Angela and Hill to see what they know about them
>Once Richard wakes up, we should visit him and talk privately about what was he doing with the Russian mob.
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>>5259020
support

also we haven't slept with Felicia yet right?
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>>5259094
not yet
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>>5258967
>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.
>Call Matt and explain, we are going to try and go there, but even if we somehow make it, we are going to be unprepared
If there is one person that would understand, it would be him.
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>>5259112
+1
that rematch WILL happen, but that doesn't mean we can't have yet more fights and yet more rematches
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>>5258967
>>5259020
Support
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>>5259103
See, that's playing with fire. I'd prefer not to mix business with pleasure. What Ben would prefer, well...
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>>5259020
+1

>>5258967
But also figure out if the Chameleon assassin guy died in the Punisher assault. Seriously guys, if that guy isnt dead than we're in big trouble. He knows our identity. He knows our identity has super powers. He can probably figure out that we're either the huntsman or spiderman.
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>>5258967
>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.

>>5259365
Why would he just conveniently die off-camera?
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>>5259094
Let's target someone funnyer before Gwen.
Rematch with the russian one? Matt's apprentice?
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>>5258967
>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.
>Call Matt and explain.
This is serious family shit. The rematch is a friendly sporting spar that can be rescheduled.
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>>5258967
>>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
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>>5258967
changing >>5259464
to >>5259112
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>>5258969
>>5259020
>>5259094
>>5259242
>>5259365
>>5259464
>>5259520
>Call Flint to stay close to your brother in case there are any bratva's in the hospital.
>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
>After the match gather all the info we got from the russians and call Angela and Hill to see what they know about them
>Once Richard wakes up, we should visit him and talk privately about what was he doing with the Russian mob.

Taking these. Writing...
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>>5259464
>>5259532
My bad. Forgot to exclude this one. I believe the result would've been the same, though
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You took out your phone and called Flint from your list of contacts. He was more than willing to stay at the hospital and watch over your brother. Thankfully, he didn’t ask why you couldn’t stay. He knew what day it was, after all. He might give you shit over your decision sometime later, but even he knew how valuable a good reputation was. It was something that couldn’t be bought, no matter how much money you had.

You took one long look at your brother, shook your head, and headed out the door. You needed to hurry if you still wanted to make it.

—---------

Once again, you were sitting in the stone-carved uncomfortable-ass bleachers, watching two scumbags duke it out in the Pit. You’d seen Barracuda in the audience tonight, as well as a good chunk of people that had been present for your debut. If the congratulatory pats on the back when you had entered the building meant anything, then one could easily assume that you’d managed to acquire the respect of the patrons of this fine establishment.

There were more than a few people that you didn’t recognize, as well as a cadre of new fighters that had been trying to make a name for themselves tonight. But there was one absence that everyone had noticed. Typhoid Mary wasn’t here.

Everyone had been looking forward to seeing her fight, but after the fixed result of your last match with Matt, the Crucible had seen a small riot. They’d managed to quell their patron’s rage, and everyone left more or less unsatisfied with the night’s events. However, that didn’t prevent someone from following the ref for that match out into the parking lot and stabbing him violently, and repeatedly.

Everyone knew who was to blame, and as a result, Mary wouldn’t be allowed back in the Crucible for a little while. Mary either lost a lot of money on that fight, or she was looking forward to her fight with you more than anyone thought.

You glanced around the arena, looking for a specific face. When you found Matt and Angela, you gave them a slow nod. Matt whispered into Angela’s ear, and they both turned and nodded back at you. You were glad to see them. After your last conversation with Matt, you weren’t entirely sure if he’d show up for this rematch.

Admittedly, it was tough not seeing Flint in the audience with you. He was in your corner from the very beginning, supporting you with every penny that he had.

Did you invite anyone to support you during this fight?

>Black Cat
>Prowler
>Anastasia
>Glass
>Callisto
>You moved to stand beside Matt and Angela until it was time for your match to begin.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5259718
>>Callisto
Show her new ways of being an entrepeneur
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>>5259718
>You moved to stand beside Matt and Angela until it was time for your match to begin.
Eh, everyone’s probably got their own stuff to do.
The only one I’m 100% against is Cindy. I know she’s seen worse, but trying to keep her out of as many seedy underground establishments as possible would be best.
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>>5259729
>>5259728
Oh, Callisto would be good. It would be a good chance for her to earn some money of her own.
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>>5259728
+1 i'm down for telling Calisto to come, with the note that they don't allowed weapons so she should keep her knife at Home. If she doesn't like that idea then I guess we could stay with Matt and Angela
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>>5259718
>Anastasia
Might be a dick move excluding her of all people.
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>>5259718
>Anastasia
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>>5259718
>Anastasia
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>>5259718
>>Anastasia
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>>5259718
>Anastasia
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>>5259718
>Anastasia
She would enjoy this
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>>5259748
>>5259761
>>5259773
>>5259805
>>5259810
>>5259835
Taking these. Writing...
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Sitting next to you during all this was none other than the Russian Huntress, Anastasia. Despite the heat, she was still bundled up in her cloak, and that padded vest that she wore to protect herself from injury.

From the Pit, a meaty fist slammed into the bruised face of a losing competitor. And from the stands, a roar of approval rang out as a row of fists rose into the air. One of those fists was gloved, and belonged to the person you invited to support you.

She gave your arm a light punch, and looked over at you. Anastasia’s wicked grin was a stark contrast to her default stoic demeanor.

“You were holding out on me, Huntsman. As it turns out, you Americans do know how to have fun after all!” she exclaimed.

You gave her a mild shrug. “There was never a good time to bring it up before. I only found out about it a month ago.” you said.

Has it only been a month? It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then. You can barely remember how it felt to…not be a metahuman.

Another cheer broke your concentration, and you returned your attention to the fight. The fighters in the ring were low level metas, so they still had to rely on their physical prowess to overwhelm their opponent. You doubted that either of them would make it much further in this industry.

“This place…it has something of a primal current running through it. All the rage, fear, anxiety and primitive excitement blends together to create something unique.” she observed, her eyes fixated on the two fighters. “When me and my father would travel, I used to sneak out and go to events like these. In some places, the age restrictions were much more loose, and they would allow me to fight to my full potential.”

“So you are a meta.” you said.

The way that she squinted at you told you that she didn’t recognize the term, but she nodded anyway. “When I was younger, I underwent a rite of passage. A grand hunt that proved me worthy of accepting the potions and elixirs that have transformed the men and women of our family into warriors without equal. Like them, I was granted the speed of a jaguar, and the strength of a lion.” she declared. “It was different for you?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Mine was an accident.”

She gave you a rare smirk. “Some accident.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” you said with a dry laugh. “That happens a lot more often around here than you’d think.”

Annie furrowed her brow. “Then…how do you decide which among you is deemed worthy of such power?”

(Cont.)
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You shrugged. “That’s the thing. Most people aren’t.” you said, turning to watch one of the combatants deliver the knockout blow. Even as the arena erupted into a cacophony of shouts and screams, your voice remained quiet. “Not everyone’s a noble warrior or graceful hunter. Most Metas used to be…well, normal people. And when people obtain great power, they almost always turn into the same thing.”

“And what is that?” Ana asked.

You looked at her then. “They always become the person that they’ve always wanted to be, deep down inside. You never know the kind of person someone really is until they have power, and are in a position to abuse that power. The things you do when no one’s watching and no one can stop you are the moments that really define you.”

You shook your head. Okay, now you were REALLY starting to sound like your brother.

The conversation continued like that until the last two fighters were dragged out, and another pair took their place. Soon enough, you were called to the back to prepare for your fight. When you got up, Anastasia gave you a swat on the ass and a wink. That must have been her way of wishing you good luck. She’d put down a hefty bet on your behalf, not batting an eyelash when the bookie started rubbing his hands in a maniacal manner. Apparently, Anastasia’s family was filthy fucking rich, and she was just sleeping in the park for the fun of it. There was definitely something to be said about the eccentric lifestyles of the rich and famous, but you didn’t like what that meant for your future ambitions.

—-------

You had gotten plenty of compliments from the people around you on your new costume, but you were still instructed to remove everything except your mask and your pants. They couldn’t overlook the possibility of you concealing a weapon in your cloak, or using your armored clothing to soak up damage in the ring. All you had was the skin on your back, the air in your lungs, and the steel in your veins. And that would have to do.

When you reentered the ring, you received another round of cheers. This was a much bigger turnout than last time. You figured that the promoter must’ve been working his ass off.

Matt was already waiting for you down in the Pit. His face was neutral, but you could see that he was practically buzzing with anticipation. This sort of environment had that effect on people.

You met in the middle of the ring, where a different referee came to explain the rules and announce your presence.

“IIIIIN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE MAN WITHOUT FEAR! HE’S BLIND AS A BAT, TOUGH AS NAILS, AND DOESN’T BOTHER LOOKING BOTH WAYS WHEN HE CROSSES THE STREET! HE IS A DECORATED VETERAN AND TWO-TIME CHAMPION OF THE CRUCIBLE! GIVE IT UP FOR, STIIIIIICK!”

There was an explosion of sound that must’ve been absolutely deafening to Matt, but he didn’t so much as flinch. His attention was exclusively reserved for you.

(Cont.)
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“AND IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE RETURN OF A TALENTED YOUNG FIGHTER! IN ONE NIGHT, HE PROVED THAT HE HAD WHAT IT TOOK TO DUKE IT OUT WITH THE BEST OF THEM! HE EARNED WIN, AFTER WIN, AFTER WIN, AND HIS ONLY FAILING WAS THAT HE DIDN’T HAVE AN OUNCE OF QUIT IN HIM! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FORRRRR THE HUNTSMAAAAAAN!”

The crowd went wild, and you felt a swell of pride within you. These people were waiting for you. They argued on your behalf, and fought for your right to return. They made this happen as much as you did. Your heart went out to them.

Both you and Matt raised your fists, and you shot him a sly grin. “No hard feelings?”

That earned you a smirk.

>Roll 1d100-10, bo3!
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Rolled 75 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>5259971
Catch this hands Matt
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5259971
Rolling
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Rolled 93 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>5259971
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>>5259978
Nicely done, sir.
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>>5259975
>>5259977
>>5259978
The rolls increased by 9 each time.
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>>5259985
>The rolls increased by 9 each time.
The sacred number of Tzeentch? Have we literally been cursed by Khonshu?
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>>5259985
Our power is rising, overflowing. We are invincible.
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>>5259999
He's the patron deity of every conniving son of a bitch, even Benny.
Also
>quad 9's
Hello Tzeentch.
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>>5259977
>>5259978
Great rolls! Writing...

>>5259985
>>5259999
>That math
>Those QUADS
WITNESSED
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>>5259999
That post is full o’ MAGIIIIC
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>83

You leapt forward, parrying the blow that was waiting for you as soon as you entered Matt’s range, and returning one of your own. Your fist cracked him across the chin, but he barely staggered backward. Instead, he followed the momentum of your punch and tried to sneak an elbow in. You leaned back with superhuman speed, just barely managing to avoid it, before delivering a spinning kick to his chest.

Matt didn’t so much fly backwards as he did back handsprings to create some distance and recover from the blow. He was back on his feet in two more seconds. The walls practically shook with all the noise that the audience was making. That brief exchange was incredibly intense, but you’d have to put more work in to take down someone like Matt.

Despite all of your experience over the past month, you mostly let your guns and knives do the talking in your battles. An argument could be made that you were more comfortable with your newly enhanced range of motion and reaction speed, but that wasn’t a substitute for actual skill and training.

You had no doubt that your opponent was the better fighter. Although, that wasn’t gonna stop you from kicking his ass up and down this arena!

What will you do?

>Keep the pressure on!
>Let him approach you and sweep his legs out from under him!
>Try to use your superior strength to put him into a submission hold.
>Engage him in a grappling match, and try to fling him out of the Pit.
>Write-in.
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>>5260048
>Keep the pressure on!
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>>5260048
>>Keep the pressure on!
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>>5260048
>Keep the pressure on!
If we can bait him into another exchange, we can let our strength do the talking.
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>>5260048
>Let him approach you and sweep his legs out from under him!
>>5259999
Checked and spooked
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>>5260050
>>5260051
>>5260056
Roll 1d100-5, bo3!
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Rolled 97 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5260152
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Rolled 9 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5260152
Here I go, potentially ruining everything again!
>>5260154
Very nice.
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Rolled 6 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5260152
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>>5260155
>>5260157
Too close for comfort
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>>5260157
>6-5
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>>5260160
I don't think modified crits override. Do they?
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>>5260160
It's because I called out Tzeentch's machinations earlier, the rude bastard.
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>>5260160
Aw fuck, I hope that doesn’t count.
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Rolled 55 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5260164
We'll find out after I roll this nat1
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>>5260154
>>5260155
>>5260157
Had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. Writing...

>>5260160
>>5260158
>>5260164
>>5260165
>>5260171
What's wrong, anons!? This is it! The crit fail you've been begging for all this time!

Unfortunately, it does count. Artificial crit successes and failures are treated as nat rolls. I guess I should include that in the rules in my next thread.
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>>5260182
>What's wrong, anons!? This is it! The crit fail you've been begging for all this time!
Yup. Absolutely CURSED.
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>>5260182
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>>5260182
Oh no
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Boo
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>>5260182
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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>1!

You advanced, maintaining your momentum from earlier and delivering a rapid combination of hooks and sweeping kicks. The blind fucker somehow managed to parry or avoid all of them. The blinding exchange was so mind bogglingly fast that you could've sworn that the mere movement of both your arms were creating a cool breeze for the audience.

The clash lasted for several, long seconds, until Matt was forced to break away. You leapt after him and raised your fist…and that’s when you knew that you’d made a grave mistake.

Matt dropped to the ground, immediately lowering his center of gravity, causing your swing to go wide. Since you were still in the air, you had no control over where you went. And since you weren’t allowed to use your webs, you were little more than a sitting duck.

Your arms moved to protect your head, and you completely missed the liver shot that knocked the wind out of you, and brought you to your knees.

You couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning, and Matt was moving again. Have to-!

A bandaged fist slammed into your temple, sending you hurtling towards the ground. A flash of light behind your eyes was the only other sensation that you could perceive, and then the darkness started creeping in, swallowing everything within sight.

The roar of the crowd became little more than a murmur, and the thundering of your heartbeat and the sound of your own breathing was so loud in your ears.

And then, you saw her. The spunky, terrifying Russian that you’d invited to support you. She was screaming something. Her mouth was moving, but you couldn’t figure out what-

“GET UP!”

You groaned, planted a hand on the ground, and slowly lifted yourself up. Your muscles screamed at you to stop, but you’ve never backed down from a fight that you’d already committed to. And you weren’t about to stop now!

From shaky arms, to heavy shoulders, to wobbly legs, you pieced yourself back together, bit by bit. And Matt just stood there and let you.

You could tell that he wanted to continue this fight. But he wanted to finish it fairly. He wanted to savor every moment of it. This was something more than a back-alley brawl. It was a sacred art that very few people willingly engaged in.

You blinked at the blind man with bleary eyes, planted your feet, set your shoulders and raised your fists.

You were definitely going to be peeing blood tonight.

>Roll 1d100-20, bo3!
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Rolled 21 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>5260234
I said, catch these hands!
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>>5260238
Nevermind, sorry guys!
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>>5260238
Fuck you
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Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5260234
Well surely we can't crit fail twice in a row.

>>5260238
Oh... Oh no.
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Rolled 95 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>5260239
Goddammit Tzeentch.
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>>5260234
>Roll 1d100-20, bo3!
"Thanks my g... After all, people like the Underdog type of stories"
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I was debating between going for "-15" and "-20". I figured when you accounted for the gap in skill, the handicap on our abilities, and the liver shot, it made sense.
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>>5260243
Damn, the retardation was hard on this one
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5260238
>>5260241
>>5260242
Taking these. Writing...

Let's see if the passive kicks in.
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>>5260238
Jesus Christ. Truly the cruelty of the Changer of Ways knows no bounds.
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>>5260246
>spoiler
I swear to God, if we hulk out into a fucking Man-Spider because we tried to plus ultra…
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>>5260249
Huntsman going GM? Epic
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>>5260246
>2
That's a "no"
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RNGesus really wanted to humiliate us before the fwb today. We're never fucking her again bois, it's over.
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>>5260256
And we left Dick abandoned for this, is this the parker luck everyone talks about?
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>>5260260
>we left Dick abandoned for this
No wonder this shit felt karmic
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i blame Tzeentch for this mess
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Huntress is going to regret ever sleeping with us after this.
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>>5260268
The Architect of Fate is absolutely without mercy. Deadass just swooped in and plopped a big, fat, steaming hot turd in our cereal tonight.
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>>5260268
Maybe it's karma hitting us for not being with our family.
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>1!

Even with your fists raised and your attention purely focused on Matt, you never saw his next attack coming. A brief warning from your spider-sense was all you got, before you fell prey to a flurry of blows. The first punch knocked your head back as if you’d been shot. The next slammed into your gut and had you doubled over. The third, and last punch cracked against your jaw, and you were down on the ground before you knew it. You’ve never been dropped that fast in your entire life.

The count had begun, and you struggled to drag yourself back to your feet, wheezing all the while. You reached down, for any scrap of strength left that you might call upon…and you found nothing. Nothing at all.

Your arms buckled, and the world went dark. Your last remaining thought was the regret that you felt for letting your date see you like this. For disappointing your fans. For not giving Matt the fight that he deserved. For not staying with your brother and the rest of your family when they needed you. And then, you weren’t aware of anything at all.

—---------

When you came to, you had the vague sensation of something soft under your head. You opened your eyes…

Correction: “Eye”

One was swollen shut, you think. You looked up and saw Anastasia’s face hovering over you. It was then that you became vaguely aware of the fact that she was stroking your head while it rested on her lap.

You were almost afraid to look at her, expecting to see disappointment and contempt. You’d displayed your weakness for everyone to see, and now, there was no denying the result of this fight. You had lost, fair and square. No tampering from the refs, and no dirty tricks. You had simply come up short this time.

Surprisingly, Annie was neither disappointed, nor upset. She had a somewhat serene look on her face and she was…humming? Yes, humming. It was a tune that you didn’t recognize. Probably something from her home country.

“Guess I must’ve looked pretty bad out there.” you weezed. Your cheek was practically throbbing with every word.

The corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly, and she shook her head. “On the contrary. I thought you fought valiantly. Although, it wasn’t nearly as exhilarating as your first fight.” she said with a shrug.

“Wait. You saw my first fight?”

“I showed it to her.” said a familiar voice to the right of you.

You turned, and saw Matt and Angela approaching you. From the looks of it, you were among the few people still left in the Crucible.

“Actually, I showed it to her.” Angela pointed out. “Matt can’t see what’s on the screen.”
“I wish I could’ve been there. It must have been quite the sight.” Anastasia said, letting out a dejected sigh.

You had no proof, but you got the distinct impression that he was winking at you through that blindfold. Was Matt trying to be your wingman?

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”
>"This really hasn't been my week..."
>”How much did we end up making from that fight?”
>”How long was I out for?”
>”Sombody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5260320
>"Ouch... Sorry guys, my heart wasn't in it today."
>”How long was I out for?”
>”Somebody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
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>>5260320
>Look up at Matt
>"Where did I go wrong?"
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>>5260320
>"Not my best showing, but no point making excuses…"
>"Good fight Matt. Absolutely slaughtered me out there."
>"Speaking of. How long was I out for?"
>"I’ve got somewhere I need to be."
>"…and sorry about your cash, Ana."
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>>5260320
>>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”
>>"This really hasn't been my week..."
>>”How much did we end up making from that fight?”
>>”How long was I out for?”
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>>5260320
>>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”
+1>>5260333
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>>5260320
>"This really hasn't been my week..."
>”Somwbody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
>I would love to hang out more right now, but my family needs me.
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>>5260320
will you say?

>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”
>”Sombody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
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>>5260333
+1
Also adding

>Matt, once I'm capable of actually opening my eye again I would like to talk with you. Right know I have a lot in my plate, but hopefully when i'm recovered I'll have some free time

Honestly I think we should talk more about what happened about the vampire attack in the Midnight Mission. I say we should look our friend Matt and see if the guilt isn't eating him from the inside out, and even say that we actually took his advice, surely that's going to light up his mood the whole week.
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>>5260333
+1
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>>5260333
+1
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thanks QM again for making a great quest
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>>5260320
>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”
Now we really need to find a monk and learn the Way of the Spider
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>>5260333
Supporting.
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I think we need to tie huntress down. She's obviously our perfect pair
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>>5260333
This.
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>>5260333
>>5260339
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>>5260474
>>5260603
>>5260698
Writing...

>>5260484
And thanks for playing, anon!
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>>5260238
>>5260157
M-M-MINIMUM SPIDER!
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“Not my best showing, but no point in making excuses…” you sighed, letting your head fall to the side. “Good fight, Matt. Absolutely slaughtered me out there.”

Matt’s nod probably wasn’t meant to be an insult, so you tried not to take it as one. “You should continue your training, find a fighting style that suits you best.” Matt advised. “But yeah, good fight. You were doing well until you left yourself open for that liver shot.”

You groaned. Just remembering it was too painful to bear. “Speaking of, how long was I out for?”

Angela shrugged. “A few hours, I think. In the meantime, we’ve been talking with your, uh, friend here.” she said, gesturing towards Ana.

“But mostly, we have been sparring together.” Anastasia put in. “The blind one called ‘Matt’ is an excellent fighter! I can see why you lost to him.”

Okay. That stung. You tried, and failed, to suppress a wince upon hearing her words.

“Wait. Did you say I’ve been out for a few ‘hours’?” you asked Angela. She nodded.

Oh, fuck! You’ve gotta get to the hospital.

With great difficulty, you pushed yourself up and rose unsteadily to your feet. Anastasia didn’t help you at any point during that. She just watched you curiously.

“I’ve got somewhere I need to be.” you declared, stumbling down the stone-carved benches. Angela put a hand out to catch you, just in case you fell, but you wouldn’t dare embarrass yourself any further in front of these people.

“Oh, and…sorry about your cash, Ana.” you added.

She just waved a hand and shrugged as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “It is not something that I would miss terribly. I have never found myself wanting.” she said easily.

You gave her the faintest nod and limped out of the Crucible. You could feel their eyes on your back, and at that very moment, you wanted to crawl under a rock. You were embarrassed. Ashamed of your performance tonight. After all that hype, you couldn’t live up to the expectations of your fans, of the promoters, of your friends, of your family, and not even the ones that you set for yourself.

You wouldn’t be feeling so terrible if you’d only managed to stretch the match out for a while longer! It all flashed by so quickly in your mind.

By the time you were outside, you were back in full costume. You took a moment to reorient yourself, and pulled yourself into the air with a webline. For this trip, you stuck to the shadows. As amazing as your costume looked, you weren’t in the mood to be seen by anyone right now. You felt fragile. As if the slightest criticism could utterly shatter your confidence. It was the most vulnerable you’d felt since you were transformed into a Meta.

(Cont.)
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Various thoughts raced through your mind on the way to the hospital. You replayed the entire fight in your head, trying to figure out what you did wrong, and what you could’ve avoided if you had just been paying more attention to the right things, or moved in exactly the right way at exactly the right time.

Matt was right. You needed more training. Your spider-sense might warn you about bullets and punches, but he had a much better sense for combat in general. He treated it as if it were something that you shouldn’t be ashamed of, but his pity somehow hurt more than his disappointment.

You were an amateur that stepped into the ring with a pro, and you paid the price for it.

—---------

By the time you’d arrived at the hospital, you had already changed into your civvies. Apparently, you must’ve looked as bad as you felt, because the nurses and administrative staff asked whether you wanted to check yourself into the hospital, multiple times.

After much arguing, they informed you that your family had indeed arrived hours ago, and was waiting in Richard’s room. You hobbled over as fast as you could manage, drawing concerned glances from the hospital staff as you did.

A few minutes later, you were standing in front of a darkened room, where five people sat around an unconscious man in a hospital bed. Almost everyone else was unconscious too. Almost.

Flint Marko’s head slowly turned in your direction, and he let his cell phone sink into his palm, before nudging your sister. Her head shot up, and she looked around the room. First, at Peter, who was sleeping at the foot of the hospital bed, holding his father’s hand. Then, her sleeping parents, who were leaning on each other for comfort and snoring loudly. And Lastly, her gaze slowly crawled towards you and drank in your form. Her expression darkened, and she opened her mouth to say something, but then she remembered where she was, got up quietly and moved to meet you outside.

“What the hell, Ben!? Didn’t you get any of my calls?” she hissed in a hushed tone. “The doctors told me that you left before we got here-”

She paused when she saw your face in the light. Her expression suddenly shifted into one of absolute horror.

“What the fuck happened to you? You look like you got hit by a bus.” she said in a far more considerate tone.

>”I got into a fight on the way here. No big deal.”
>”How is he?”
>”How’s Pete holding up?”
>”I’m guessing Mom and Dad are pretty pissed with me too.”
>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5260890
>Something I had to get done. Don't worry, I'm ok, and everything's good. However, I received a solid wake-up call.
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>>5260888
>888
Nice trips. All in all this has NOT been Benny's week. Double critfail is a major kick in the balls, but there's nothing we can do about that now or then.

>>5260890
>”How is he?”
>”How’s Pete holding up?”
The only right choices here
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>>5260890
>>”How is he?”
>>”How’s Pete holding up?”
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We should spend some time training and practicing with our powers after this because we hardly had any kind of training with both our body and our powers.
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>>5260890
>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”
>”How is he?”
>"How are Pete, mom and dad holding up?"
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>>5260918
+1
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>>5260918
This.

>>5260915
During the timeskip, definitely.
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>>5260915
Honestly? I think we need a dedicated martial arts teacher.
The obvious choice here is Matt, but I don't know he he'd feel about training a career criminal.
We could always ask Anastasia, but I get the feeling she's more qualified to teach tracking game than anything.
Going back to Matt, we could ask him if he has any recommendations for teachers that are available in NYC.
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>>5260964
Yeah, I like the idea of asking Matt some martial arts teacher. Or even MK, maybe there could be some supernatural teacher, but I say this mostly because I wanna see if Benny can get some supernatural Powers from a spider god and shit
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>>5261024
I'm fairly certain Benny is the Spider-Totem of this timeline.
IIRC Khonshu hinted at it while he he was seething.
It might be worth talking to Moon Knight again just to figure out exactly where we fit in to the whole supernatural side of things.
Who knows? Maybe Madame Web can show us the ropes.
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>>5261044
Khonshu only said that “The Great Weaver’s power is wasted on you, worm.”
but I think it's a big leap in logic to assume that it's something supernatural when we have seen that others (at least one, Dr. Connors himself) has gotten some of the spider-venom as well.
but we're still looking for supernatural voice snatchers
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>>5261056
The Great Weaver is the one that sound the web that connects every Spider Totem.
I think it's safe to say Benny at least has the powers of a totem, but he may not be recognized as one, similar to Ezekiel Sims.
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>>5260890
>”I got into a fight on the way here. No big deal.”
>”How is he?”
>”How’s Pete holding up?”
Personally, I believe Ben has many excuses
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>>5261073
well, yes. but Ben has no way of knowing that.
It'd be metagaming to just show up at MK's house and ask if we are magic.
That's why I gave a valid excuse to go to him and ask about magic things
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>>5261100
Fair enough my friend. That said, we don't even know in-character if Moon Knight is a good martial artist.
Then there's all the shit we've heard about him that would make him out to be an unfit teacher.
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>>5261076
Support
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…wasn’t Cindy essentially being groomed to be a Moon Knight herself? Would that have included combat training? Because the idea that she might have the most formal training out of everyone we know besides Matt makes me smile.

Anastasia’s combat training, if she has any, is probably more about harnessing her instincts and the primal powers granted by the rites and elixirs passed dow through her family, so it might interest her if we wanted to come up with a unique spider combat style of our own by meditating on our spider sense or some similar shenanigans.
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>>5261271
>Sifu Cindy teaches us how to punch good
I dig it.
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>>5261355
Would also get us closer to our daughter wife
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>>5260906
>>5260918
>>5260931
>>5260897
>>5260950
>>5261076
>>5261128
>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”
>”How is he?”
>"How are Pete, Mom and Dad holding up?"

Taking these. Writing...

>>5260915
>>5260964
>>5260950
You'll definitely have time for that later. I'll make sure of it.

>>5261024
>>5261044
>>5261056
>>5261073
>>5261100
>>5261120
We'll get into that stuff later. I have a lot of plans for some interesting plot points regarding the totem shit.

>>5261271
>>5261355
>>5261375
Matt has only had one sparring session with her, and he can already tell that she's had far better training than you have. This applies for both hand-to-hand and weapons training. He believes that she'll become a lot more dangerous once she gets a bit taller and hits another growth spurt.
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“No. No, you’re right.” you agreed, casting your gaze downward for a moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”

She paused again, clearly taken aback by your words. That bold admission seemed to make her anger evaporate a little bit.

Instead of waiting for her to respond, you peeked past her at Richard. “How is he?”

She turned back to look at him and let out a sigh. “The doctors say that he’s stable now, but he took some serious punishment. Apparently, he was beaten half to death when a superhero carried him right through the front door.” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “No one even knows what happened to him.”

You would imagine that the only ones that knew for certain were you, your brother, and the Russian mob. You hoped that those Punisher chicks were as thorough as their namesake implied.

“And Pete?” you said softly.

“He literally cried himself to sleep about two hours ago.” she said, sounding heartbroken just remembering it. “Poor guy. He hasn’t seen his dad in forever, and when he finally does, he’s an absolute mess.”

Your heart ached at the thought of your nephew bawling his eyes out. Rich was gonna have a hard time helping him get over this one.

“What about mom and dad?”

Victoria scoffed. “They just about drove each other crazy looking up coma statistics and shit on WebMD, like they knew more than the doctors. They’re afraid that he won’t wake up.” she said, barely able to hide the quiver in her voice as she spoke.

You put an arm around her and pretended that you couldn’t hear her sniffling. You held her like that until she stopped shaking, and then snuck in a hug for good measure.

Flint had his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, when you knew full well that the guy didn’t really need to sleep anymore. He could more or less enter a state of inactivity, but it probably wasn’t the same as actually being able to turn your brain off.

For several, long minutes, the two of you spoke in hushed whispers and observed your sleeping relatives. And that was when Vic said something that really surprised you.

“Hey, Ben?”

“Yeah?”

“...Don’t come around for a while.”

You turned to look at her, but she was pointedly avoiding looking at you.

“Pete’s having a hard enough time worrying about his dad. I don’t want him getting stressed out about his uncle too.” she said, keeping her tone level.

What will you say?

>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
>”I heal fast, remember? Give me a day and a half and I’ll be good as new.”
>”No offense, Vic, but shouldn’t Pete be the judge of that?”
>”Look, I know you’re mad at me. So if you have something you want to say, I’m right here.”
>”You can’t stop me from seeing my brother and nephew, Vic. I’m gonna need to check up on them every now and again.”
>Write-in.
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>>5261419
Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.” tell Pete I love him and you too Vic.
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>>5261419
>…How long?
Those snake eyes are taking us for a ride, man. I guess this is our version of canon Peter’s wake-up call when Uncle Ben got shot.
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"The problem is you, trying to live two different lives"
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>>5261419
>"Fine. I get it. But I'm not leaving before I can talk to Richard and say goodbye to Pete."
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>>5261419
>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
Guess we're not the hero they need right now
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>>5261439
I'm Batman
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>>5261419
>"I understand, I can stop talking to Pete, mom and dad, but let me atleast give them a goodbye. I should be good in a few days"
>"But you are smart Vic, you should already know who dragged Rich in here. Whatever mess he got himself into, I need to help him with. I'm going to keep an eye on him, visit whenever any of you aren't around"
>"If anyything happens, call me."
I refuse to believe she discovered we are a meta, but can't but two and two together on some hero saving Richard, her brother being missing and he being beaten up (even though we didn't get hurt during the rescue)
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>>5261454
She has her suspicions. But you've also gotta realize, you live in the superhero capital of the world. NYC is overpopulated with metas, so there's a very good chance that someone else saved him instead. Also, this wouldn't be the first time that Ben came home from a fight looking a little worse for wear. And this was before he became a meta, too.
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>>5261419
>>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
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>>5261419
>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
>"But you are smart Vic, you should already know who dragged Rich in here. Whatever mess he got himself into, I need to help him with. I'm going to keep an eye on him, visit whenever any of you aren't around"
>"If anything happens, call me."

>>5261454
I think she knows full well what we are, in every way. Hell we basically told her ourselves after the vampire thing. The real question is do we tell her about the imposter? I think they're still out there, and might try to get back at us. Hospitals are busy places, lots of people coming, and going. I don't think now is the right time to tell her, but we should at least have Flint on security detail. And give him an extra cut of the loot for being a bro.
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In for a Gwenny…
Is this technically a gigastacy?
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>>5261497
>Is this technically a gigastacy?
Technically yes.
Also...
THIS IS A BLUE BOARD YOU FUCKING COOMER.
SPOILER IT AT THE VERY FUCKING LEAST.
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>>5261508
No nipples, janny can bite me
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>>5261512
Jannies lack the brain cells to figure out if something is actually lewd or not.
Best we don't tempt our smooth-brained wardens.
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>>5261512
It is a....tasteful drawing.
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>>5261419
>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
Honestly, that fight was probably the best possible time for us to eat shit from bad dice. Just a game, after all. Now we need a trainer though.
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>>5261419
>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright
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>>5261424
>>5261439
>>5261454
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>>5261925
>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”

Taking this. Writing...

>>5261497
Got DAMN! Excellent work, anon! Saving this for...scientific purposes, of course
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You nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see the gesture. “Yeah…sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright. Call me if anything comes up.”

She nodded in return. “Yeah…no problem.”

Neither of you said much after that, but you did remember your sister saying that she’d give them your love. You stayed for a while longer, sent a quick text to Flint explaining that you wanted him to stay and watch over them for a while, and left the hospital.

That night, you walked home. Not swinging or flinging yourself through the air. You walked, and let the silence of the early morning swallow your thoughts.

—-------

When you’d finally returned, you found that your next challenge was trying to get Cindy to stop fussing over you in sign language. You reassured her that you would eventually make a full recovery. Hell, you probably healed a couple of small bruises just on your way home.

Absently, you found yourself slightly amused by this whole situation. One month ago to this day, you met Cindy Moon for the very first time. Time really does fly.

That only improved your mood slightly. Just in these past few days, your brother was captured and beaten savagely by the Russian mob, you lost your prize fight with Matt, and you were now on the outs with your own sister. What’s worse, she told you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to see your brother and nephew. And in his current condition, you wouldn’t be able to move him and the rest of your family outside the city before the gang war started. Nothing was going your way tonight.

Feeling the last dregs of your energy drain out of you, you wished Cindy a good night, and crawled into bed. In only a few hours, the planning phase for Silvermane’s job would begin in earnest.

—--------

When you next awoke, you dragged yourself out of bed, cleaned yourself up, and ate something soft, so as not to agitate cuts and swollen areas of your face. You put away your Huntsman costume, pulled out the one that Silvermane gave you, and put it on. It fit like a glove. You were surprised that they were able to so accurately guess your measurements using that weird 3D modeling software that Silvermane’s daughter made.

When you slipped on the mask, the lenses changed suddenly. A look in the mirror confirmed that they were no longer pitch black, and instead resembled a reflective material. Like one-way glass.

When you walked out into the living area to show off your new threads, you earned a whistle from Cat, a round of applause from Cindy, and a slight nod from Prowler. Flint wasn’t here, so you assumed that he was still at the hospital.

That was fine. This was only the planning phase, after all. You could always fill him in later. Glass wasn’t here either, but he was more or less just hired muscle. You didn’t require his brain power like you did Prowler and Felicia’s.

(Cont.)
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Your attention returned to Cindy, who stood out amongst your group. She was still one of the only ones that didn’t have a costume.

Actually, that wasn’t true. Flint still refused to wear one, and Glass found that anything he wore would get shredded by his ability, so he had a reasonable excuse.

Should you bring her to this meeting? If so, she would need a costume of some sort. Even one that could be thrown together last minute. You were going to be out for a while, after all.

What will you do?

>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>Let her stay home. You don’t want her anywhere near this operation.
>Try to throw together a last minute costume for her using spare clothes and a domino mask.
>Have her visit Moon Knight and see if he has any ideas for a costume that fits her role.
>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do, but if she wants to come she better have some costume ideas already (jokingly)
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
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>>5262000
>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.
Here’s an idea, we get Cindy on bodyguard duty. This both lets her be useful and keeps her away from a brutal gang war in which a fair amount of people will die, possibly including us, Prowler and Cat.
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do, but mention being Vic's bodyguard as a favor to you
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>>5262025
>>5262028
These.

Giving her something to do should help her feel far less shut out or belittled. It's not even a shit excuse, we legit need our family members to be protected.

Did we give her some way to communicate with us? She needs something to text us with ASAP.

powder could have been saved
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>>5262000
>>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.
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>>5262025
>>5262028
+1
This could be easier if we just introduce Cindy to our family

But again, it's suspicious that the criminal son somehow has an asian adoptive daughter. And who knows, maybe they could call the police about this stuff and worsen everything from there
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do
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>>5262105
I mean, Cindy doesn’t necessarily have to let Richard or our parents see her. She’s more than stealthy enough to hide herself, especially if Vic knows what’s up and helps her remain unnoticed.
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
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Dead quest?
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>>5262531
Give it a few days at least.
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>>5262531
it's been like one day cobba
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>>5262000
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>>5262531
Jeez anon, hasn't even been a full day yet.
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>>5262025
>>5262028
>>5262104
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>>5262105
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>>5263003
>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.
>Suggest bodyguard duty

Taking these. Writing...

>>5262035
Maybe if her mental illness wasn't ignored. She had a really poor environment to grow up in, and Vander clearly had a favorite child. Plus, that whole deal with the explosive monkey proved her doubters right about everything in one fell swoop.

Also, Cindy got a phone like last week. I believe I put her name in the "Contacts" pastebin.

>>5262531
>/qst/ anon has abandonment issues
Many such cases!

>>5262847
>>5263002
>>5263003
In reality, though, I got busy yesterday, and didn't want to push out a half-assed update. I can't make posts from my workplace because there's an IP range ban in place for some reason or another. I guess someone there has been aggressively shitposting. I think it'll work literally anywhere else.
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>>5263049
You're my world qm. What can I say?
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>>5263058
Oh, anon. You always know just what to say!
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>>5263049
Hey QM,
what about setting up a teamspeak between your home computer and your work computer to shitpost aggresively from the comfort of your home IP range at your workplace location?
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>>5263065
Man, I haven't used teamspeak in ages. That's an idea to consider. I might be able to pop out an additional update or two once work eases up. Who knows!
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For the first time, you realized that you’d never really bothered to explain the whole Silvermane thing to Cindy in detail. She’s technically a member of this team, but she remains woefully uninformed of the jobs that you’re taking.

And so, you took her aside and explained everything. Silvermane, Slip, the upcoming gang war. Everything.

As expected, she sat quietly and listened until the very end. When you were finished, she tapped a finger to her chin in a contemplative manner, before pulling out her phone.

Your phone chirped, and you brought it out to check for a new message.

“Capturing Slip will help to clear up the roads, right?” she said in her text message.

You nodded. “Right. As he is now, he’s a danger to everyone else. He knocked out a good chunk of the city’s power grids, left dead cars in the middle of the road, and sucked the ambient heat and light of his surroundings.”

She nodded and sent another text message.

“What will Silvermane do when he has him?”

“I think he just wants the suit.”

“And what will he do once he has the suit? What will happen to the person inside?” she asked.

If what he told you is accurate, he’ll probably either sell the suit, or use it against his competitors to cripple their defenses in their respective territories. As for the man inside…you’re not entirely sure. That wasn’t specified, but you doubted that they’d just let him walk away from this whole thing unscathed.

Not wanting to lie to her, you told her the truth. Her expression was a serious one, but she gave you an appreciative half smile for your honesty.

“I think you should ask Silvermane about it.” she advised. “So long as that suit exists, the war will never stop. People will fight and die over it, and innocent people will get caught in the crossfire.”

You blinked at your phone, and then at her. Does she want you to destroy it? You couldn’t do that. This is your first real paying job, and your reputation depends on how well you do here. The Desperado’s future could be at stake.

Cindy leaned back and crossed her legs in front of her, seemingly reading the answer in your body language.

“Try asking.” she said through sign language. “Think about it.”

You agreed, and then tried to steer the conversation back on topic.

Cindy was fine with not going to the meeting, but she sounded slightly interested in meeting Silvermane’s daughter. You weren’t sure how much of a good idea that would be, but like Matt said, she could use some friends closer to her age.

You slid the suggestion of acting as a bodyguard for Vic and your brother. She perked up at that.

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Cindy was well aware of the situation with Richard and the Bratva. In this matter, you were both woefully uninformed about the fate of the Russian mob after the Punishers intervened. If you were lucky, they would have either been wiped out, or they might be too busy getting revenge against the vigilante pair to care about you and your family.

If your recent stroke of bad luck was anything to go by, you found that last possibility highly unlikely. And then there was the Chameleon. The guy bothered you. The way that he was able to pull off such a spot on impersonation of your brother without tipping you off was nothing short of uncanny.

You never figured out what he was after. He sent his buddies in to grab the shield, and left without it when your back was turned. Did he have another objective, or did you just make an enemy out of a Russian super spy? You didn’t like what either possibility implied.

If S.H.I.E.L.D couldn’t catch him, then you probably wouldn’t be able to, even with Cindy and Callisto’s help. Not until he wanted to make his presence known. You would just have to prepare for that inevitable encounter.

But…how do you prepare for a shapeshifter than can literally become almost anyone?

—-----

Fortunately, Cindy seemed receptive to the idea of protecting your family. She clearly had experience in combat and stealth, and they would be put to good use if she took the role of an unexpected sentry.

Now, all that was left was convincing Vic to accept her help. How will you approach this?

>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
>Just tell her that Cindy wants to spend more time with the rest of the family.
>Give her the impression that Cindy desperately needed some girl time.
>Don’t tell her at all. Cindy’s pretty good at sneaking around, and this way, you can avoid another freakout from your sister.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
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>>5263079
>Give her the impression that Cindy desperately needed some girl time.

Tampons and shit
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult
Apologies for the single-post ID, I’m >>5262847 posting from a bus.
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
>But it woild be good for her to spend some time with her new family as well.
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>>5263079
>>5263136
Support
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>>5263136
+1
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
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I enjoyed this qst while it lasted
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>>5263896
Life happens anon just give it some time
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>>5263911
You play spiderman on ps4 or 5?
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>>5263896
stop being a whiny bitch about every time the qm takes some time to update the qst
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>>5263922
make me?
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>>5263912
>>5263923
Bruh chill it seriously ain’t that deep anon
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>>5263079
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
> Tell the rest of the desperados about the chameleon and set up a system of code words. In the case of Flint, Glass, and yourself maybe also incorporate powers in the identification process
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update never ever
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>>5263080
>>5263105
>>5263117
>>5263136
>>5263180
>>5263232
>>5263542
>>5263082
>>5264082
>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.

>>5264099
Buddy. Pal. I hate to break it to you but...Writing...

>>5263896
Same

Anons out here acting like my dog when I leave the house
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AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE THE QUEST HAS BEEN ABANDONED
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Briefly, you considered exaggerating some of the details surrounding Cindy’s intention to spend time with your sister, but then, you realized that it would be far easier to just tell the truth. She already knew that Cindy belonged to some creepy vampire cult that had a hand in assassinating her parents, as well as sending someone to break into her home.

Compared to that, telling her the rest shouldn’t be any real stretch of the imagination.

—----

“So, wait. You’re telling me that little Korean girl is some sort of…trained warrior?” Vic asked over the phone.

“Yup. I think her parents were grooming her to be some sort of leading figure in the cult. Like a combat priest.” you added.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

“...A combat priest.”

“What? I don’t know how Egyptian Moon God cults work.” you argued.

She sighed. “No…that’s probably accurate. It just sounds stupid when you say it out loud.”

“So you believe me?”

“That your mute adopted daughter is a junior assassin? I admit that it’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s also not the craziest thing that either of us have seen or heard.” she agreed. “And while I don’t doubt that she can defend herself, is it really okay for her to risk her life trying to defend us? Like, from a moral standpoint, I mean.”

“Probably not.” you said with more than a little hesitation. “But then again, she’s a better fighter than me, and can get the jump on anyone that isn’t expecting to see a 5 foot tall bodyguard that can kick their ass.”

“True…” Vic said, clearly not happy with the idea. “I still don’t like it, but I’ll at least watch her for you while you’re gone. Hopefully, I won’t need her services.”

“It’s just a safety precaution. Be good to her, and let me know if something happens.”

“Of course.” she replied. And after a brief pause, she followed up with “I love you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Once she hung up, you gave Cindy directions on how to find the hospital and plugged them into her phone. She should be able to make it there on her own. From what you understand, she used to run away from her parents' home all the time.

—----

By the time that you and the others made it to Silvermane’s underground compound, Cindy sent you a text confirming that she’d arrived at the hospital. The reception got much worse when two armed guards escorted you down through a service elevator. Your escorts were already familiar with you and Felicia, but they had no idea who Prowler was. And that was made evident in the way that they glared at him and made threatening gestures. The brooding burglar barely blinked. He did, however, glower at them with an impressive ferocity. That got them to back off a bit.

(Cont.)
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When the elevator reached its destination, Silvermane was already there waiting for you with a satisfied smile on his face.

“There he is! The man of the hour.” he announced, before letting his eyes scan the two that were flanking you. “And I see you brought friends.”

“Nice place you’ve got here, Freddy.” Cat said, glancing around the room with a coquettish grin on her face. “Very rustic. Very minimalist.”

“Ah, Felicia.” Silvermane said, not wasting any time in stepping past you to gently grab her hand and plant a kiss on the back of it. “It’s always a pleasure to see you in proper lighting.”

Felicia’s grin widened a bit, and took on a more playful quality. “Careful, Freddy. Your little girl’s watching.” she said, nodding at Saya, who was looking over at your grip with some interest. “Now, I like an audience as much as the next girl, but just think of the children.”

Silvermane chuckled and released her hand. “Of course, of course.” he said, before turning towards Prowler. “I remember you. You were with these two for the hand-off that night.”

Prowler nodded. “Name’s Prowler. It’s nice to formally meet you, Silvermane.”

You didn’t know what he would say, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to break out the formalities. Just goes to show that your business partner isn’t an idiot by any means.

Silvermane stretched his hand out, and Prowler retracted his claws before grabbing it.

“Any friend of Felicia and the Huntsman is a friend of mine.” he declared.

“There are two more in our group, but they had some other business to attend to today.” you cut in. “Both are powerful metas.”

“Excellent! Excellent!” Silvermane exclaimed, rubbing his hands together deviously. “That’s what I like to hear. We can talk about splitting payment at our next meeting. But for now, I’ve got something of a status update for ya. Walk with me.”

You all stepped away from the elevator and trailed after Silvermane’s back as he walked past armed guards, technicians, well-dressed men that appeared to be examining detailed maps of the city.

“We’ve managed to get a rough estimate of where Slip’s hiding. Max has been tracking the energy signatures that come off of that suit, and it’s made this whole process 100% easier.” Silvermane explained. “That’s the good news, at least.”

“And the bad news?” you asked.

Silvermane stopped walking and turned to face you. “We think the Kingpin is making a play for the suit.”

The blood in your veins ran cold at the sound of his name. The god damned Kingpin is getting involved in this!?

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Ooh, big update this time.
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Felicia shifted nervously, but made a visible effort to keep her expression neutral. Prowler, on the other hand, couldn’t help but gape at the mafioso. At least, you think he was. The white eyes of his mask were opened so wide that they could almost be mistaken for dinner plates.

“...How do you know?” you said, trying very hard to keep your voice from trembling.

“Someone bought out Typhoid Mary’s contract. Everyone knows that she’s Kingpin’s favorite, right along with Bullseye.” Silvermane answered.

Now there was a name that got the attention of almost everyone in the room. No one in their right mind would willingly go up against someone as cold-blooded as Bullseye. The guy could clear out a packed room with a ceramic cup full of ballpoint pens, and still have pens left for later.

“Other names like ‘Deadhead’, ‘Foxhole’ and ‘Halfstep’ showed up. A lot of mercs and metas are making their way to our fair city. There’s gonna be chaos. Of that, I have no doubt.” he continued.

“And it’ll all be centered around one guy.” Prowler grumbled.

What will you say?

>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”
>”Is Mary really that scary? I can’t imagine why Kingpin wouldn’t buy the services of someone more powerful or deadly.”
>”We’re probably gonna get some supers running back and forth to put out the fires when shit hits the fan. Are we planning for that too?”
>"Are we sure that we can afford to make an enemy out of the Kingpin just for this suit?"
>"Looks like you might be getting your rematch, Silvio."
>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”
>Pull him aside. “I actually wanted to talk to you about the whole ‘Huntsman’/’Spider-Man’ thing…”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5264290
>>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
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>>5264290
>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
Maybe he’s being watched by Kingpin’s men?
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>>5264290
>"Looks like you might be getting your rematch, Silvio."
>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”
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>>5264290
>>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
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>>5264290
>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”
>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”
Last one only because Cindy asked us to.
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>>5264295
I’d like to add
>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”
since Cindy asked us to.
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>>5264290
>>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”
>>”We’re probably gonna get some supers running back and forth to put out the fires when shit hits the fan. Are we planning for that too?”
>>"Are we sure that we can afford to make an enemy out of the Kingpin just for this suit?"
>>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”

It's especially prudent to know the powers of someone like Bullseye, whose level of deadliness varies wildly.
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https://youtu.be/bIMVrX9CaVw
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>>5264332
+1
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>>5264376
Damn, Bullseye is such a badass. I hope my girlfriend doesn't meet him, she'd leave me for sure!
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>>5264291
>>5264295
>>5264302
>>5264306
>>5264332
>>5264336
>>5264338
>>5264378
>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”
>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”

Taking these. Writing...
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“If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule?” you suggested. “You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”

Silvermane shook his head slowly. “Several reasons. First: The containment field isn’t finished yet. Even if we get our hands on him, what’re we supposed to do with him?” he said. “Second: The moment we go after him, everyone else is gonna notice, and they’ll do the same. All hell will break loose, and I want to be prepared for that. And lastly, I don’t want us to be the first group to make their move. That leaves us vulnerable, and by then, every other group will know which cards we chose to play. I’d rather take advantage of another team’s weakness, rather than jumping right in and getting dogpiled.” he reasoned.

“Take advantage of the chaos and confusion.” Felicia said, nodding her approval.

“Got it in one, kitty cat.”

“Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know what we’re dealing with.” you asked.

“Out of the three new mercs that I listed, Deadhead’s the most troublesome to deal with. The guy just won’t die, no matter what you do to him. My men say that he’s some sort of zombie with an impenetrable metal helmet.” Silvermane explained. “He heals as fast as Wolverine, and he ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Foxhole is less annoying, but probably twice as deadly. She’s got sharp claws, and a black hole between her tits.”

You and your companions all raised an eyebrow at almost exactly the same time.

Silvermane shrugged. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard. Rumor has it that she can shove just about anything in there for later, which makes her wily and unpredictable.” he suggested. “And then there’s Halfstep. Honestly, there’s not a lot that we know about the guy other than the fact that he’s real short, and knows how to kill real good. If you run into him, you’ll have to let me know how it goes.”

This mission is sounding less and less fun by the minute. It won’t be easy to fight off dozens of pro killers and experienced fighters all at the same time.

There’s only one more question that you wanted to ask, but it was only because Cindy requested it.

“What do you plan on doing with the suit, and the guy inside of it when you get your hands on both?” you asked.

Everyone stopped talking all at once and looked at you curiously. Silvermane was the first to recover.

“Oh, I’m thinking about taking him out for ice cream.” he said easily. When no one responded immediately, he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up into the air. “What do you think? I’m gonna get rid of him!” he declared. “The moment he steps foot into this room, he’s already seen too much. I can’t have him running his mouth, saying things he isn’t supposed to.”

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You had a feeling that it’d be like that. Cindy probably wouldn’t be happy with that outcome. Slip was technically nothing more than a petty thief who had gotten unlucky enough to run into you.

“And the suit?” you said.

Silvermane smiled slightly and gestured around the room. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but I’ve assembled a team of specialists to analyze that suit, and figure out how it works. If we can use it without those massive drawbacks, then we’d be able to control the flow of power within the city. Literally.” he said, flashing you a devious grin. “No one would dare stand up to me if I can just blackout their entire territory. I’d be the NEW Kingpin!”

You and the others exchanged glances. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but he wasn’t exactly right, either. Controlling that suit would offer him a great deal of wealth and power, but to think that he could use it to rival THE Kingpin? That might be a bit of a stretch.

But hey, it wasn’t your job to correct the man’s far fetched ambitions. You just had to grab the suit for him and collect your paycheck. Someone would stop him eventually, like they always did.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

—-----

You and SIlvermane talked a while longer before both of you decided that you were needed elsewhere. What will your team be doing during the planning phase?

(Pick 3)

>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?)
>Looking up short side-gigs that you can pull off before the operation begins.
>Paying Phin to work on something for you.
>Designing a new suit, or suit feature with Felicia.
>Recruiting another Morlock.
>Assisting Max in building the containment field.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5264779
Socialize, pay phin to make a better glove to use ball bearings into micro bombs with our Kaine ability, and earn favors
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>>5264779
>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Web bombs)
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.
I’m thinking we build a fuckload of web bombs and hand them out to our allies. We’ll have to deal with a lot of other people vying for Slip, and slowing large groups of them down on demand will be invaluable. It could even be a lifesaver if one of them ends up in more trouble than they can handle. Other than that, we should get to know our Maggia colleagues better.
I wonder if we can convince Silvermane to spare slip by bringing him to our side. The guy stole from Reed Richards, right? That kind of talent can’t be easy to come by. We could do a bit where Silvio acts like he’s about to kill Slip before we jump in at the last second and “convince” him not to, ending in Silvermane allowing Slip to live on the condition that he works for the Maggia. It frames us as something of a saviour in Slip’s eyes, allowing us to more easily influence him.
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Just in case we have another incident, this will be my last update before tomorrow. Been stressing over work and other things over this past week, but it should get better after today. That being said, I'll be going on vacation on the 19th of this month, and coming back on the 22nd or 23rd, I think. I might be able to make updates while I'm away, but I can't make any promises. I'll try my best to do so, since I'm sure I'll have at least some downtime to write for an hour or two.
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>>5264802
OH no now my suicidal tendencies will be on high alert
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>>5264779
>>Earning more favors to cash in on.
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Looking up short side-gigs that you can pull off before the operation begins.
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>>5264779
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.
>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?)
Web bombs, electrified if possible.

Socializing with the maggia is especially important if we're to fulfill the optional Cindy objective. Silvio's right on this, but I guess if it'll make our ward satisfied we can suffer the inconvenience of not murdering the guy.

Question is what our angle's gonna be.
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>>5264779
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Assisting Max in building the containment field.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.
Going all in on connections.
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Hear me out guys, what if we take Slip under our wing?
Silvermane might actually trust us once we deliver the suit, and if Slip protests we could just tell him that it's the only way he's gonna survive.
Besides, all that, he'd make a perfect protégé for an experience thief like ourselves.
Jury's still out on whether or not he'd be a member of the Desperados, but either way, I want to avoid killing him if possible.
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>>5265008
What skills does he have without the suit?
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>>5265074
Enough to steal the suit from the fantastic four.
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>>5265082
Well after seeing Richard's in the new movie a baby could do that
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>>5264779
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Building gadgets with Prowler.
Let's build something to more effectively utilize our mark of kaine. An anon above mentioned ball bearing micro-bombs, which isn't a bad idea. Just some mechanism to quickly mark and launch metal pellets.
>Paying Phin to work on something for you.
I am once again asking of get us some anti-surveillance tech. Or at least something to detect surveillance.
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>>5264818
Be well, anon. Again and again, I shall return.

>>5264788
>>5264797
>>5264860
>>5264877
>>5264967
>>5265481
>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.

These are the only two that are sure to get included in the next write-up.

The third vote is caught between the metal ball bearings votes
>>5264788
>>5265481

And the web bomb votes
>>5264797
>>5264877

I'm gonna wait for more votes to roll in before I post the next update. I'll at least start writing for the winning votes.

>>5264797
>>5265008
It's definitely possible, but you'll really have to play your cards right and choose your words carefully. If you actually manage to capture him, then I might make that little segment "write-in" only".
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>>5265634
I'm not changing my vote on this, we already got guns and might eventually learn to do web bullets that we could maybe Mark somehow.

>write-in only
He's fucked.
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I have a shitton of work one day and I miss an opportunity wo finally clarify the huntsman spider-man thing with silvermane

>>5264779
to resolve the tie I say web bombs for now, unelectrified
metal pelets are kinetic energy and electricity is... well electrical energy, neither helps with the energy absorption dude for now
however we can try to immobilize him
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>>5265704
I'm pretty sure we can already mark webs. It's just that bullets do better most of the time.
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>>5265731
It might be useful to be able to semi-automatically fire low-explosives if we practice somewhere out of earshot and get the skill down just right. Might even be able to build a skill to instinctively adjust the properties of the explosions, too. That'll be useful even for intimidation tactics and nonlethal takedowns, though the resulting burn marks might lose us some hero points.
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>>5264779
>>5264788
>>5264797
>>5264860
>>5264877
>>5264967
>>5265481
Guys, didn't we agree we'd work more with Tombstone to knock the Maggia off?? We purposefully sent Silvio to a rigged nest, he might suspect we double crossed him. Plus, I like our work more freelance, working with the Maggia is more of a long term contract deal the more you deal with them...

>Paying Phin to work on something for you.
>Earning more favors to cash in on.
>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?
Web bombs, a metric Frisk ton.

Also, I'm not totally against the Slip thing, long as the autist anons don't get to the write ins first.
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>>5265813
It might cost us some rep with him if he finds out, but it doesn't really undo all the things we did for him including saving his life. Also, Felicia seems fond of him enough where we couldn't really bring it up with the rest of the Desperados, which we'd have to do in order to go ahead with it. Also we decided on no killing.

In other words, that was then and this is now. Let them eat each other alive; we have a reputation to maintain.
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>>5265826
I feel that attitude is going to result in more enemies than we first entailed but alright, if you say so. It just feels like the moral fags invaded halfway through and erased our shadow-villain plan, now we're just kinda halfass-ing it through the story.
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>>5265813
But we went against Tombstone's plan, we did the strike first against both places, saving Silvio's life since it was a trap by the goblin.
So no, we didn't agree to anything.
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>>5265847
Eh, we got locked into it the second we chose to spare Toomes. Which was, what, thread 1? I feel that we could be easily consistently "gray" if it wasn't for spikes of autism making Ben do dumb shit like choose the mass destruction option.
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>>5265852
Also I think we didn't answer a message from Tombstone about a job during the vampire hunts, and the update said that he hates being ignored. Since the we haven't received any new messages from him, so we might already be on his shitlist.
There is a chance I'm wrong on this one though.
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>>5265852
Yeah but we only did that because Goblin said as much. Thus far we've been mostly reactive, I want us to start being active. This here maggia job I guess is a good start but we need to be our own boss later down the line. We're already setting the groundwork with the Morlocks, but we def need to secure ourselves a niche, which is looking to be super-villainy.
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>>5265862
I honestly don't even remember that part.
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>>5265884
Yeah, first thread, he sent a message about not liking being spurned, but it was after the Flint crit. The job offer during the vampire hunt was Silvermane's, and we took that one.
There is also a loose ends list in thread two.
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>>5265892
Well if it was right after the Flint crit we have a good excuse in terms of characterization, and if Tombsy wants to be bitter about it too bad, we had bros and orphans to save and shit.

Anything else that might come to bite us in the ass? I'm an insomniafag, this is hard for me to keep track of.
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>>5265715
>>5265813
Web bombs it is! Writing...
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During the next few days, you decided to try your hand at networking with the maggia. Felicia introduced you to some guys, who introduced you to some other guys, and so on and so forth.

You were surprised to find that a couple of them were fairly decent company. And while you didn’t manage to hit it off with everyone, you found yourself memorizing the names of a few of the guys that were tasked with keeping watch over the eggheads.

From what you’d gathered during your brief interactions, not everyone trusted you the same way that Silvermane did. There was a general air of unease about them whenever you walked by, like they were trying to figure out what you were thinking or what you were about to do. Maybe they just don’t trust anyone that walks around in a mask and tight spandex.

However, there was one thing that you knew for sure. In some shape, way or form, these guys respected you. Word had spread about the weird spider guy that saved their boss, and they were clearly very grateful for that. It was a step in the right direction, but you’d have to prove your loyalty with your actions before more of them started opening up to you.

—--

When you weren’t out making friends with the maggia, you were back in your civvies, taking odd jobs for old acquaintances and new contacts. With your enhanced spider strength and seemingly endless stamina, the only thing that was getting a decent workout was your sense of patience. The jobs were monotonous at best most of the time, but you sort of appreciated being able to breathe freely without the mask getting in the way. How long has it been since you’ve spent this much time outside of the suit? You were almost tempted to blow your identity to Cat and Prowler, just to be able to tear the thing off and feel the wind on your face.

Oh well. There was no point in entertaining the thought at this point in the game. Maybe sometime further in the future when you were absolutely certain that you could trust them completely. It didn’t take long for you to open up to Cindy…but that was different. She’s a special case.

You were glad that you chose her and Flint to look after your folks. They’d send you updates daily. Rich had woken up recently, and he was talking again. Albeit, somewhat slurred and incomprehensible, but it was progress. You wished that you could be there with them.

Your mind tended to wander often when the work was this easy. The hardest part was making it look like you were struggling with the heavy stuff. Now that was exhausting!

Someday, you’d cash in all of these favors when you really needed them. Maybe then you would feel good about hamming it up for the sake of a few grumpy old men that looked like they could use a good laugh. They murmured something about young people not having enough spine, and you laughed right along with them. They’d remember that. And so would you. These people were far removed from maggia politics, and far easier to get along with.

—----

(Cont.)
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When you got tired of socializing and doing odd jobs, you unwinded by crafting web bombs like crazy alongside the Prowler. Or at least, as much as your body could handle per day. Neither of you were able to recreate the effects artificially, so you were literally extracting web fluid from some sac or gland in your arms. It was kinda gross, and definitely bizarre, but it was effective enough. Each day, you kept going until the mere sight of your arms, riddled with holes, was enough to make you squeamish. You had more needles than a downtown junkie. You figured that it was a good thing that you weren’t seeing your family, because Vic would tear your head off if she thought you were doing drugs.

That thought made you laugh, but it also made you feel very, very alone in all this. You quickly banished the thought and went back to crafting gadgets. Gotta keep your head in the game.

>Received 30 Web Bombs!

Somehow, spending quality time with the brooding burglar felt more relaxing and authentic than your networking efforts had been. He enjoyed talking shop and crafting gadgets, and you were starting to get a knack for it.

—----

By the time the next week had rolled around, you had the distinct feeling that something had changed in the city. There was a palpable tension in the air, so thick that you could taste it. It was the bracing before a particularly big sneeze. The smell of ozone before a massive storm.

You weren’t exactly a poet, but you felt that these were both accurate illustrations. Point is, the people could feel the change happening too. Any New Yorker who could survive their first few alien invasions was more or less able to feel the city’s pulse, feel when something was wrong. And by now, they were painfully aware that something was seriously wrong.

The tension was starting to get to you too. You needed a way to unwind and settle your nerves.

What will you do?

>Spend time with someone. (Who?)
>Take the Desperados out drinking.
>Check in with Cindy and Flint. You might also be able to see your family without any of them noticing.
>Double down on your sign language studies.
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5266082
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing
I smell a random encounter!
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>>5266082
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
The box! The box!
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>>5266082
>>Spend time with someone. (Jess)
The combined spider-aura is bound to attract trouble
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>>5266082
>Double down on your sign language studies.
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>>5266082
>>>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
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>>5266082
>Check in with Cindy and Flint. You might also be able to see your family without any of them noticing.
>Double down on your sign language studies.
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.

Gotta make sure the senpaitachi good. Because nothing is more important than family.
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>>5266142
This would be a million times better if 4chan wasn't fucking stupid and replaced the words f a m with senpai and shit.
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>>5266082
See if Anna wants to go for a nighttime swing
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>>5266082
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
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>>5266082
>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
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>>5266082
>>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
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>>5266086
>>5266097
>>5266127
>>5266142
>>5266756
>>5266835
>>5266879
Ask and you shall receive! I'm opening the box!

>>5266142
>>5266144
I appreciated the pic, anon. One of my words got filtered a while back in the first or second thread, I think. I usually lurk, so I hadn't noticed it up until then.
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Many ideas popped into your head when you thought of a way to relax, but you finally decided on just letting go of your social attachments for one night and going for a peaceful, refreshing nighttime swing. That ought to calm your nerves.

—----

As it turned out, this was just what the doctor ordered. Cool air rushed past your face and sent ripples throughout the fabric of your suit as you flung yourself through the air. There was also something very pleasing and calming about the way that artificial lights of the city reflected off of the lightly armored segments of your suit.

Every now and again, you’d start hopping from rooftop to rooftop, exercising your right to practice your newfound parkour skills. Honestly, you wished that you could record yourself doing this and watch it later. It made you feel like an absolute badass.

As you progressed further into the more heavily populated areas, you’d occasionally get people looking up to point and take pictures of the enigmatic “Spider-Man”. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were gonna get an interview out of you or anything.

You were about to pick up the pace and swing onto another street, when a particular digital billboard caught your attention. It had a bright blue background, with big red letters on the front. And all it said was: “HEY, YOU!”

Weird way to start an ad, but alright.

You turned and started to swing away again, only for the billboard to flicker and power down. The next one nearest to you flickered in a similar fashion and began displaying a nearly identical message. It said: “YEAH, YOU!”

The words became minimized, and right in the center of the screen, was a live video of you hanging off the side of a building.

You stopped dead in your tracks and pointed to yourself in confusion. A filter appeared over the video, portraying your masked face over the body of a braying donkey.

“NO, THE OTHER GUY IN THE GIMP SUIT! WHO ELSE?” the billboard wrote. That earned a laugh from the people below. They probably thought that you were putting on a show. And if you were, then you would’ve liked to be informed beforehand.

“Alright, no need to be a dick about it.” you muttered, before realizing that the person controlling this billboard probably couldn’t hear you. You made an exaggerated shrug, as if to ask them what they wanted from you.

“WANNA CHAT. INTERESTED?” it asked, before pointing a blinking arrow towards the left. You looked in that direction, and found a scattering of digital billboards showing similar arrows. It was almost like one of those time trial stages in the free-roaming rpgs that you played.

You eyed the original billboard dubiously, and you noticed a thin red line extending from the arrows, connecting each and every hijacked billboard and stretching out in every which direction to form a…web.

A multi-eyed smiley face appeared on the billboard and winked at you several times.

(Cont.)
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What will you do?

>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
>Flip the bird at the billboard and go about your business. You came out here to relax, not to get roped into...whatever this was.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5266978
>>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
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Just read it back. Wanted to say "You would've liked to have been informed beforehand."
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>>5266978
>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
This person might be a real screwball
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>>5266982
yeah, I got the meaning of that
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>>5266977
>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
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>>5266978
>>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
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>>5266978
>>>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.

Better pay close attention to that danger sense though
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>>5266978
>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
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>>5266980
>>5266984
>>5266985
>>5267001
>>5267004
>>5267019
>>5267020
Taking these. Writing...
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You know what? Fuck it. Your curiosity was starting to get the better of you now. Might as well see where this goes. You were either the victim of an elaborate prank, or the focus of a very dedicated stalker.

You gave the billboard a thumbs up, and a traffic signal icon appeared above the arrow. When the light went green, you pushed yourself off of the building and started swinging in the direction that the arrows were pointing in.

To your surprise, the people on the streets below began cheering you on. You weren’t doing anything particularly special, but it would seem that they thought this was all part of some game. And it probably was, in a sense. You were paying close attention to your spider sense the entire time, but you couldn’t detect anything remotely resembling danger. In fact, you were kind of starting to…relax a little bit.

The race was only one part of the game. Whoever was pulling the strings, was kind enough to include mini-games in between checkpoints. There were accuracy challenges where you were tasked with tagging glowing circles on the billboards with precise webshots. Sometimes they’d even ask you personality questions that sounded like they’d been ripped straight from a teen girl magazine. Whenever you wanted to answer one, you’d fire a webshot at one of the bubbles next to the question. Whenever you thought the questions were getting too personal, you pointedly ignored them. Even when they started to literally follow you throughout the city. The ones who were following the event jokingly jeered at you when you did that, but you reserved your right to your privacy.

At one point when you began running alongside one of the billboards, you caught a glimpse of a digitally created silhouette running alongside you, mirroring your exact movements like a translucent shadow.

The words “Go, Spidey, Go!” appeared on the screens, and you could hear some people down below chanting along with it. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.

As you went deeper into the city, where there were far less billboards, the race became a bit more challenging. The arrows would appear on televisions inside of nearby shops, traffic lights, and even a few cell phones on certain occasions. When that would happen, the person holding them had to point you in the right direction. Some people recoiled when you approached them, and some kids outright cried and ran to receive protection from their parents. But others were surprisingly eager to help you. Whatever this was, everyone was having fun with it. Everyone wanted to know where you were going and what this was all leading up to. They were shouting your name and cheering you on. It was like a massive scavenger hunt.

You’ve never had this much attention on you before. If you didn’t look so damn good in this suit, you might’ve even blushed a little.

—------

(Cont.)
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After a few more minutes, you traced the last remaining arrow back to an alleyway somewhere close to Harlem. When you peeked down the alleyway, you saw a tangled mass of thick, black cables stuck to the brick walls and all connected to a single rectangular device. It was a cell phone, dangling precariously above ground. When you took a step closer, it began to ring. It had a cheesy ringtone that invoked hatred on an almost instinctual level.

You glanced around cautiously, but felt no response from your spider sense. Very carefully, you crawled up the wall until you were at eye level with the mobile device. It was just out of reach, but that wasn’t a problem for you.

You snagged it easily with a quick webline, and as soon as you pulled it free, several red lights started blinking amongst the mass of tangled wires. You flinched, preparing to pounce in case it was a bomb…but nothing happened.

You stared at the phone, saw that it was from an “Unknown Caller” and answered the call.

“Did you have fun?” asked a woman on the other end of the line, not even waiting for you to speak.

What will you say?

>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
>”Could’ve done with fewer questions about my horoscope.”
>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”
>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5267136
Could’ve done with fewer questions about my horoscope.”
>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
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>>5267136
>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
>”So how’d I do? What’s my time?”
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>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
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>>5267136
>>5267145
Support
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>>5267136
>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
>Try not to call her a glownigger.
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Wonder if this could be Screwball or Madam Webb... If it IS, I'm leaning towards the former. Seemed more on the playful and attention hungry side of things.
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>>5267136
>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”
>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
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I think we can call it now
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>>5267136
>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”
>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
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>>5267154
+1
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>>5267138
>>5267145
>>5267149
>>5267153
>>5267154
>>5267245
>>5267437
>>5267466
>>5267547
>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”

Taking these. Writing...
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“Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.” you admitted. If anything, it helped to take your mind off of all the gang war shit that you were about to get into. “But, forget that! Score me! How’d I do? What's my time?”

“I clocked you at around 14 minutes. Not bad, but I think we can do better.” she said.

“Okay, well, in my defense I really lost a lot of time on that phone challenge. People kept freaking out and throwing stuff at me!” you complained.

“Not to mention that there were more than a few trolls out there pointing you in the wrong direction on purpose.” she added.

“Damn, I knew it!” you exclaimed. “Who were they? I won’t freak out, I just want names. I bet it was that one chubby kid on 5th and main.”

“We’re getting off track here, Spider.” the woman said, sounding mildly amused.

You nodded. “Right. What’s this all about? You’ve got me out way past curfew.”

“Well first off, I wanted the public to be able to relate to you more. Your PR methods are kinda subpar.” she said conversationally. “I also kinda hijacked Screwball’s stream to make a lot of that stuff happen. I tried asking nicely at first, but then she threw a hissy fit, so I gave all of her viewers a 30 minute timeout and took control of her account. I’ll probably give it back tomorrow.”

“Uhhh, what?”

What was she talking about? PR relations? Better yet, why was this phone getting so hot?

“Most of that was to get people to warm up to you more. The questionnaire was meant to humanize you a bit, and the accuracy challenge was just a fun little side thing. But what you probably want to know is why we’re having this conversation.” she realized.

“That would be nice.” you put in, trying to hide the frustration in your voice.

“You see, I needed a way to keep you busy while I installed a few apps on your phone. Well…’phones’.”

A chill ran down your spine, and it took nearly all your self control to keep from crushing the phone. So, why didn’t you? You knew this chick was bad news, but your spider-sense wasn’t going off at all, which was strange. Usually, a threat to your identity would tip you off immediately.

“Do you see those blinking lights up there?” she asked, clearly talking about the ones coming from the tangled up mass of wires. “Those are cell phone jammers. They’re draining the battery on this phone as we speak. When it shuts off, it’ll be formatted and reset back to factory settings, so there won’t be much of a point in you holding onto-”

She never got to finish. The call cut out, and the phone powered down. You stared at the blank screen for a minute, before crushing the device between your fingers. A few seconds later, your phone rang, and despite you not making a move to answer the incoming call, it got picked up anyway. A familiar voice was now speaking in your ear.
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“Hey, me again. Sorry about that.” she said, not sounding very apologetic in your personal opinion. “That phone died way faster than I thought it would. On the bright side, though, I managed to install those apps without issue. Osberries have got some serious backdoor issues that no one’s talking about.”

“What do you want from me? What is this?” you growled, unable to hide the anger leaking out of your voice.

“Think of this like an interview. I’m showcasing my skills so you can see what I have to offer.” she claimed.

“Sorry lady, but me and mine are already booked for a-”

You paused, and ran that last sentence back in your head for a minute. “Wait...are you trying to get me to hire you?”

“Mm, not quite.” she answered. “It’d be more like a…mutually beneficial relationship. I think the two of us could really help each other out.”

“Then can you do me a solid and uninstall those apps? If you wanted to form a ‘healthy workplace relationship’, then we’re not exactly off to a great start here.” you said, sighing in frustration.

“No can do. The moment I uninstall these apps, this business meeting is over, and we don’t get another shot at this.” she declared. “So you can either turn down my offer and lose your chance at getting in the good graces of the gray hat hacker that ran circles around Screwball, or you can keep listening and see where all of this goes. Your choice.”

You paused, took a few calming breaths, and mentally reviewed the scenario. There was no doubt that this girl was good. You weren’t a huge fan of her blatant breach of your security and privacy, but you figured that she only did that to display that she was fully capable of doing so. If you told her to go away, then you might miss out on a valuable asset that you can make use of in the future.

After a long pause, you groaned and tapped a finger to your ear. “...What do you want?”

“I want you to stop a crime.” she said quickly.

“...Excuse me?”

“Well, a few crimes, really.” she amended. “If you can prevent the crimes that I’m about to list off, then I’ll consider that as you accepting my offer.”

“You want me to…prevent crimes in return for your services?” you asked. Your head felt like it was spinning.

“That’s right. The more do-gooder hero shit you can pull off, the more favors you’ll gather from me.” she said. “Do keep in mind, though, I can always turn down your requests if I don’t agree with them on a moral level.”

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”And how exactly does this benefit you?”
>"You're gonna reward me for doing stuff that I was gonna do anyway?"
>”Fine. Just tell me where you want me to go.”
>”Won’t Screwball be pissed at both you and me for screwing up her livestream?”
>”Sorry, but I can’t trust someone that blatantly invades my privacy without a second thought. You need to learn some manners before you start making business deals.”
>”Thanks, but no thanks. You’re not the only hacker on the market, and most of them are far less demanding than you are.”
>”How about we start with names first. Or…do you go by a moniker?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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We've been looking for a Guy In The Chair, right?
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>>5267807
We settled for having tech-savvy folks on our side in the form of Prowler and Black Cat, not to mention the Tinker when we need more advanced gadgetry... but a Guy In The Chair would definitely be good. We even have the perfect project for them: tracking down leads regarding the super-spider situation, especially if it turns out to be a full blown conspiracy across multiple labs/organizations.
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>>5267765
>”And how exactly does this benefit you?”
>"You're gonna reward me for doing stuff that I was gonna do anyway?"
>”Won’t Screwball be pissed at both you and me for screwing up her livestream?”
>”How about we start with names first. Or…do you go by a moniker?”
>”Fine. Just tell me where you want me to go.”
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>>5267765
>”How about we start with names first. Or…do you go by a moniker?”
>”And how exactly does this benefit you?”
>Well, it's not like Big Data hasn't stolen my private information already, but you seriously need to up your social skills.
>Anyway, I'm game, but lets add a new condition: I do a few of these jobs and we meet face to face, or mask to mask rather. Don't worry, different than apparently everyone else in this city, I don't blackmail people.
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>>5267765
>”And how exactly does this benefit you?”
"You're gonna reward me for doing stuff that I was gonna do anyway?"
”How about we start with names first. Or…do you go by a moniker?”
>Well, it's not like Big Data hasn't stolen my private information already, but you seriously need to up your social skills.
>Anyway, I'm game, but lets add a new condition: I do a few of these jobs and we meet face to face, or mask to mask rather. Don't worry, different than apparently everyone else in this city, I don't blackmail people.
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>>5267765
>”Sorry, but I can’t trust someone that blatantly invades my privacy without a second thought. You need to learn some manners before you start making business deals.”
I'm sick of it bros. Every motherfucker in this city has to pull some disrespectful ass stunt to get our attention. NO MORE
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>>5267765
>”Thanks, but no thanks. You’re not the only hacker on the market, and most of them are far less demanding than you are.”
Fuck her. What are we gonna do, just let her maintain remote access to our life while we meet with criminals steal things and take dumps and meet with the family? That is beyond way too much.
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>>5267765
>>”Fine. Just tell me where you want me to go.”
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>>5267957
I just remembered we did blackmail Thomes, so ignore that last part.
This is what I get for trying to be a smartass right before going to sleep
>>5268282
>>5268295
This is the Chad option and I want to voye for it, but I'm worried she is going to be an asshole and keep tabs on us anyway.
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>>5268396
To be fair, Thomes deserved it. And actually, so do we.
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Hope you guys don't mind, but I'm gonna wait for more votes.

Unless you want me to combine:
>”Fine. Just tell me where you want me to go.”
and
>Anyway, I'm game, but lets add a new condition: I do a few of these jobs and we meet face to face, or mask to mask rather. Don't worry, different than apparently everyone else in this city, I don't blackmail people.

They might technically be considered the same kind of vote.
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>>5268470
Yes
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>>5268396
We can add a new "hackproof our electronics" sidequest then. What's one more at this point?

We have a pretty good lead on this with both Phin and Little Miss Silvermane and should be able to trust the latter especially if we get this job done for her dad. The former could get us hackproof integrated comms tech for our suits (maybe rolled into one order with a reworked fur-clad model too at that point), and the latter can check it for any bugs he might've installed and double-hackproof it.

>>5268470
Nah.
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>>5268470
If I change my vote would that break the tie or would it not matter?
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>>5268581
That depends. Are you changing your vote to rejecting the offer?

I think I might just be acting a tad bit autistic about the distinction between the two votes. If I counted up all the positive reactions, it amounts to four votes agreeing to working with her.
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>>5267850
>>5267957
>>5268178
>>5268375
>”And how exactly does this benefit you?”
>"You're gonna reward me for doing stuff that I was gonna do anyway?"
>”How about we start with names first. Or…do you go by a moniker?”
>Well, it's not like Big Data hasn't stolen my private information already, but you seriously need to up your social skills.
>”Fine. Just tell me where you want me to go.”
>Anyway, I'm game, but lets add a new condition: I do a few of these jobs and we meet face to face, or mask to mask rather. Don't worry, different than apparently everyone else in this city, I don't blackmail people.

Taking these. The "Fine" votes are effectively agreeing with the other ones. Gonna start writing after I finish eating.
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>>5268609
Yeah, I would have changed to reject.
But it seems it would just things worse since it would be 3 fine, 1 write-in and 3 refuse.
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>>5268639
My bad. I just realized that I was making too much of a bid deal about the distinction between "Yes" and "Yup". They're fundamentally the same thing
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Welp. Now we have even more glow up our ass.

I'm still gonna vote to get those apps vetted and the phones modified to see if maybe we can install a Glo-Away button or something, for when we do want to not have this goody-two-shoes literally fucking eavesdrop on all our crimes and crime meeting.
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Apologies for the delays. Still writing. Some family came over without warning and it threw me for a loop.
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Soon.....
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“You’re gonna reward me for doing stuff that I was gonna do anyway? How exactly does that benefit you?” you asked.

“Making this city into a less shitty place is its own reward.” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "And I think you might want that too. I've got a good feeling about you."

“Alright. Let’s start with names. Or…do you go by a moniker?”

She hummed thoughtfully, before snapping her fingers. “Let’s go with…’Arachne’.” she decided.

“Did you just make them up on the spot? Because it sounds like you made that up just now.” you observed.

“Even if I did, that’s none of your business.” she shot back, sounding slightly embarrassed.

So she’s not Madame Web? How many spider-themed hackers are there?

“Well, it’s not like Big Data hasn't stolen my private information already.” you said with a sigh. “But you seriously need to up your social skills.”


“You’re actually not the first person to tell me that, and you probably won’t be the last.” she admitted.

“No surprises there.” you shrugged. “Anyway, I’m game. But, let’s add a new condition.”

“I like your enthusiasm. Let’s hear it.” she said, sounding pleased with herself.

“I do a few of these jobs, and we meet face to face, or mask to mask rather.” you quickly amended. “Don’t worry, unlike everyone else in this city, I don’t blackmail people.”

The other end of the line went silent for a long while. You were about to speak again, when she finally responded in a much more subdued tone. “We’ll see.” she said, so quietly that you thought she might have been talking to herself. “Alright, that sounds reasonable. I’ll figure something out.”

“Well, tell me where I’m headed. I’m supposed to stop a crime, right?” you said.

“Yup. Although, you should really think about investing in AR goggles. I could show you all sorts of cool stuff if you had them.” she suggested.

You listened to her talk as you swung towards the address that she provided you with. Your temporary tag-along was rather chatty. When this was all over, you were gonna have a serious chat with this girl about personal privacy.

—-----

By the time that you got there, you could already tell that the situation had gotten well out of hand. You were expecting a bank robbery or something similarly generic, but what you saw before you could only be described as…’chaotic’.

Dozens of cops were firing up at a group of armed men, who were returning fire from the windows of the multi-story office building that they now occupied.

“What the hell…?” you muttered.

(Cont.)
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“According to local police reports, these are all guys that got laid off by the company after they started making sweeping changes in order to diversify the workplace.” Arachne began, taking that as her cue to go in depth with her explanation. “A bunch of them got together and decided to make a statement by storming the place with assault rifles. But when the cops arrived, it devolved into an active hostage situation. No one knows who fired first, but all we know is that neither of them will stop until the other side is dead. Think you can handle it?”

“I guess we’re about to find out.” you said, scanning your surroundings for an easy entrance.

“Sending the building’s blueprints to your phone now.” she declared. “I don’t think they would’ve made any drastic changes to the architecture since the building was last renovated.”

You pulled out your phone to check it…and blinked at what you saw. This was very detailed. Breaking and entering into places like this wasn’t terribly hard, but with this, it’d be an absolute cakewalk. You would just need to pay attention to your spider-sense in order to avoid running into trouble too soon.

How are you gonna play this?

>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
>Toss a couple of web bombs into the buidling. They won’t hurt the hostages, and they should subdue any criminals that get caught up in the blast.
>Draw their attention away from the cops and web the windows shut. You needed law enforcement to move in there and retake the building without getting sniped.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5268836
My bad. A bunch of inconveniences piled on top of each other and forced me away from my computer for a few hours.
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>>5268839
Understandable, hope the family visit was good!
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>>5268838
>>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
we've done some of our best work as silent assassins
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>>5268838
>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
These guys seems based, shame we have to kick their asses
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>>5268838
>>>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
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>>5268838
>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
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>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
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>>5268838
>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
Time to make the NYPD look like absolute retards for resorting to a shoot-out on top of being unable to secure the building afterwards..
Will salty Officer Davis ever make an appearance to talk shit about Spider-Man?
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>>5268838
>>Cut the power, sneak inside and take out the armed gunman without being detected.
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>>5268849
>>5268867
>>5268892
>>5268944
>>5268953
>>5269006
>>5269051
Roll 1d100+15, bo3!
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>5269117
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Rolled 50 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5269117
Hoo boy, at least we can’t critfail this time.
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Rolled 68 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5269117
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Rolled 36 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5269117
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>>5269118
>>5269127
>>5269128
Taking these. Will start writing after a quick nap. I've been up for over a day and I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open. I'll try to overcome these delays in the next coming days before my vacation.

>>5268848
It wasn't, but thanks!

>>5269006
I think I have a decent idea of what I want to do with Miles, but I'm gonna sit on it for a while longer.
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>>5269260
Shame to hear that, but hopefully things go better for you soon!
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>83

Deciding to take a more stealthy approach, you carefully crawled behind the building, avoiding the attention of everyone involved in the firefight. You found the generator that was detailed in the schematic, and started pulling it apart with your bare hands. Prowler taught you a thing or two about electrical systems and the quickest way to disable them. And despite the renovations that this building might’ve received in the past, this thing was practically archaic, and thus, highly vulnerable to sabotage. Moments after disabling the generator, almost all the lights in the office building winked out, causing a mass panic amongst the armed men and hostages inside. One of them peeked out the window to check out the generator, but by then, you were already crawling inside a nearby air vent to infiltrate the building.

It took nearly all your effort to keep from sneezing or recoiling from the massive amount of dust in those air ducts. Traversing them quietly was no issue either, but you did have to web up a few fans to slip through the gap and progress deeper into the complex. Once you were sure that you’d made it to the room and floor that you identified on the map, you double checked your phone, nodded to yourself, and silently slipped out of the vents through a metal grate that you’d gently torn off of its hinges.

Normally, you’d try to stick to the ceiling in order to gain a height advantage over your enemies, but you figured that that wouldn’t be an ideal strategy in this particular situation. First off, the ceiling was lower than you would’ve liked, and the ceiling tiles looked far too fragile to support your weight for any long period of time. They’d break and crumble from the slightest bit of exertion from you, alerting everyone in the room to your presence.

There was also the fact that the ceiling was exposed, while the maze of cubicles was infinitely more frustrating to traverse. Although, considering that the people who were storming this building were ex-employees, they were probably far more familiar with the room’s layout than you were. Arachne whispered something about AR goggles being used to tag enemies like characters do in video games, but you pointedly ignored her. Even a whisper from you might give up your position. They were already on high alert after that generator stunt.

You brought yourself low to the ground, and began crawling on all fours, using a combination of your super strength, speed and agility to propel yourself at an unusually fast pace for someone with this type of bizarre posture. It was like something straight out of The Grudge. Whoever saw you crawling towards you like this was going to shit themselves. It was almost a guarantee. So it was a good thing that you didn’t plan on being spotted.

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You spotted your first target within the first two minutes. You crawled up to him and leapt into the air to slam your fist right into the side of his face. His head whipped back and he went down immediately. You then proceeded to pick him up, wedge him into a fairly uncomfortable position inside of a nearby cubicle and glued him to the walls with your webbing.

You repeat these steps with very little variation, sometimes shoving a fist into a man’s stomach to knock the wind out of him. Sometimes, you straight up grabbed his leg and dragged him to the floor as if you were some sort of urban crocodile. They didn’t get a chance to make much noise, but judging by the way the remaining ones fanned out, you could tell that they were becoming increasingly aware of your presence. Either that, or they had simply noticed the absence of their comrades.

This was around the time that you started to switch up your strategies. Strangling people into unconsciousness with webs, dragging people’s heads into air ducts and knocking them out there. Hell, you even flung a paperweight at a guy’s face when you sensed him training his gun on your back. Their patrols were getting tighter, but their numbers were getting small enough where you thought you could just jump out and take out the last of them without much issue.

And just then, as if the universe was hell-bent on proving you wrong, the remaining crooks started using hostages as shields, demanding that you come out and show yourself.

Well, shit.

The hostages' screams were the only thing that prevented the armed men from hearing you give a quick summary to Arachne.

“Oh, fuck. That’s no good.” she said with a groan. “Got any bright ideas?”

“Actually, I was hoping that you’d have something for me.” you admitted.

“Taking out the generator took out my eyes, too. It’s why I gave you those blueprints. My hands are a bit tied here.” she begrudgingly declared. “Unless…”

“What? What is it?” you hissed.

“Everyone here should be carrying their phones with them. I should be able to mess with them if you get a bit closer.” she proposed. “It might give you the distraction that you need to take them out.”

What will you do?

>Come out with your hands raised and try to talk them down.(Write-in.)
>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.
>Use your Mark to blow up a paper copier and fill the room with flying papers. That should create a decent enough cover.
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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Sorry for the late update! I'll be free all day today, so I can run a session for those that'll be here.
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>>5269616
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
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>>5269616
>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
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>>5269616
>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
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>>5269616
>>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
It's the safest option honestly. We can't have these guys panicking and accidentally hit one of the hostages.
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>>5269616
>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
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>>5269616
>Have Arachne mess with their phones so you can pounce on them while they’re distracted.
>Try to corral them all into one spot and use a series of web bombs to glue them together.
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>>5269664
>>5269707
>>5269758
>>5269880
Taking these. Writing...
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“Go for it.” you said in a hushed tone.

“You got it.” she replied, and you had no choice but to put these people’s lives in her hands.

Using what little time you had left, you began crawling in a circular pattern around the armed gunmen. You were flipping desks and chairs to scare them into backing off, and it was actually working. It made you look stupid as hell, but they were probably pissing themselves right about now.

Coincidentally, they got scared enough to bunch up in one place, putting them in prime position for web bomb barrage. Now all you had to do was wait for Arachne to fulfill her end of the deal. And right on cue, you heard a series of rapid, powerful vibrations and ringtones overlapping and clashing against the tense silence and whimpering of innocents.

All of them glanced down at their pockets, at each other, and back out at the office, hoping to catch a quick glance of you. But that moment of confusion was all you needed. You brandished multiple web bombs and lunged at them.

It happened in the blink of an eye. Multiple muzzles raised and flashed in your direction, and you were already contorting your body in mid-air to avoid the bullets coming your way. They whizzed past you, and your arms were already moving to fling the spherical projectiles back at them in return. They tried to move out of the way, but far too late and far too slow.

They exploded in a burst of white foam and thread, ensuring them and their victims, gluing them together and ensuring that neither of them would be able to effectively hurt each other. Both parties screamed. No one knew what you were there for, who you were, or even what you were. When everyone looked upon you, struggling in your tough webbing, they all had fearful looks in their eyes. Some were more angry than fearful, but those guys had it coming.

What will you do/say?

>Flee the scene before the cops come.
>”Don’t worry guys. It’ll come out in the wash. Or, you can try Club Soda. Getting it out of your hair might be a bit trickier, though…”
>”You guys want jobs? Try Amazon next time. I guarantee you that all that gear you’re packing probably ate up the last of your severance pay.”
>”I hope your friends have had better luck in life. You’re gonna need them to pay your bail.”
>”That’s all of them. Is everyone alright?
>Wait with the hostages and try to calm them down until the cops show up.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5269952
>>”You guys want jobs? Try Amazon next time. I guarantee you that all that gear you’re packing probably ate up the last of your severance pay.”
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>>5269952
>>”That’s all of them. Is everyone alright?
>if yes, bail
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>>5269952
>>”Don’t worry guys. It’ll come out in the wash. Or, you can try Club Soda. Getting it out of your hair might be a bit trickier, though…”
>Wait with the hostages and try to calm them down until the cops show up.”
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>>5269952
>Wait with the hostages and try to calm them down until the cops show up.”
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>>5270000
+1
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>>5269952
>”That’s all of them. Is everyone alright?
>Flee the scene before the cops come.
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>>5270000
>>5270177
>>5270265
Writing...
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“That’s all of them. Is everyone alright?” you asked.

In return, you received a collection of nods, half nods, shouted expletives, simpering and whimpering from various individuals. You took that as a good sign. None of the hostages had been grievously wounded, or even incapcitated. They would probably only require minimal first aid when the paramedics arrived.

Speaking of, it was probably your turn to dip out. You weren’t in the mood to answer questions, or to get arrested for that matter. So you turned, ran to the nearest window and dove outside without a second thought.

As you swung away from the scene, a few cops pointed up at you. A few guns did as well, but no one fired at you. It wasn’t as if they could even hit you if they did.

“You handled yourself well there.” Arachne chimed in.

“Was there ever any doubt?” you said.

“Maybe just a little.” she admitted teasingly.

“Ouch. What’s a guy gotta do around here to get a little respect?”

“Honestly? Keep doing what you did tonight, and I might have to start a religion after you.” Arachne said.

“Please don’t. I’ve had enough weirdo cults in my life lately.`` you said with a sigh.

“That’ll happen when you’ve got literal gods walking the earth. But then again, I feel like the faith of religious devotees wanes a bit when you have an actual God to scrutinize and criticize. When you can’t see them, they’re perfect in your eyes. You know what I mean?”

Oh God. She’s babbling again.

“But enough about that. I’ve shown you what I can do, and now I have a better idea of what I’m working with here.”

You wouldn’t really consider that a good showcase of your skills and abilities, but maybe she’s more impressed by your precision and use of discretion in sensitive situations.

And as useful as she was, you still feel like there are more things to go over before you take this any further.

What will you say?

>”Listen, if we’re going to do this, we’re gonna have to set some ground rules and some boundaries.(Write-in.)
>”So how many favors did that little stunt earn me? What’s the exchange rate looking like?”
>”How much info did you manage to get when you hacked into my phone earlier? I’m not a huge fan of having my privacy invaded.”
>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5270370
>>5270370
>>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”
>want me to grab you some Pizza while im swinging about?
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>>5270370
>”Listen, if we’re going to do this, we’re gonna have to set some ground rules and some boundaries"
>>No more hacking and installing apps in my phone
>>No looking or tracking my contacts, calls, or directions my contacts or me, UNLESS I tell you to do so.
>>If you wanna contact me, use the number I give you and call. If there's some major problem so you can't do it, then use your skills to contact me, and only in emergencies
>>I'm not a goodie two shoes heroe. I have my own things to do and any important or morally good heroe that get to know them would think atleast once to put my ass in Jail. If you have a problem with that and you don't like the idea, then this is a goodbye.
>>On the other hand. If you don't have a problem with it, then I hope you can also help me with the more questionable stuff I do.
>>Don't try to look who I am. If you wanna know, you should wait until I accept to tell you something personal, you're already on a thin line with what you did to contact me, if my other rules and our first call wasn't already giving it away
>”How much info did you manage to get when you hacked into my phone earlier? I’m not a huge fan of having my privacy invaded.”
>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”

First lay off the cards in our hand. I'm also considering first asking what she got from us for hacking our phone instead of the rules but that depends if other anons agree on that and support my vote
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>>5270370
>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”
>”Listen, if we’re going to do this, we’re gonna have to set some ground rules and some boundaries.(Write-in.)
>No more digging around my data, location or conversations, and I need to know what you can and are willing to do.
>Also, I need to know what and how much info on you got. Some people already got my name and went after my family, so I'm getting really tired of it.
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>>5270411
I support the pizza question.
Ben is a new yorker, so it's very important knowledge.
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>>5270370
>”How much info did you manage to get when you hacked into my phone earlier? I’m not a huge fan of having my privacy invaded.”
>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”
>want me to grab you some Pizza while im swinging about?
inb4 she wants vegan and gluten-free """pizza"""

>>5270430
>if other anons agree on that and support my vote
Not a fucking chance, sakurautist.
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>>5270370
>”So what’s the real reason that you reached out to me in particular? Someone with your skills could probably score an internship at Stark Industries without an issue.”
I don't think they'll spill how much they really know about our privacy, but I want to know what their endgame is.
>>5270430
I reccommend toning down the verbosity of the write ins, anon. Like seriously jesus christ you're gonna kill our QM with walls of text falling on him
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>>5270370
>>5270444
Support
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>>5270411
>>5270444
>>5270593
Taking these. Writing...
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“How much info did you manage to get when you hacked into my phone earlier?” you asked. “I’m not a huge fan of having my privacy invaded.”

“Nothing that I didn’t know already.” she said, and you had the impression that she was shrugging right now. “Just your name, close friends, family, etc.”

You gritted your teeth and choked down a torrent of expletives that nearly rose up out of your throat like bile. You had a feeling that she’d have some dirt on you.

“...That sounded like a threat, didn’t it? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Arachne said, sounding genuinely penitent. “I just wanted you to know that I know who you are. And I know about your, um…other business.”

That should’ve shocked you, but it only made you feel more confused. If she knew about your night life, then why did she volunteer herself to help you in the first place? She could’ve just taken all that information to the police, and you would’ve been done for. You never would've even knows that she was involved.

It was a physical effort, but you managed to keep your voice from giving any hint to the countless emotions bubbling up from within you. “Then why’d you reach out to me in particular? I want the real reason.” you said, all the mirth now gone from your voice. “Someone with your skills would have no problem getting an internship at Stark Industries.”

Arachne remained silent for a long time. With each passing second, you could feel your heart rate rising rapidly. It felt like it would beat right out of your chest if you were forced to endure any more stress. Until finally, she cleared her throat and spoke.

“Well…for one, you stopped killing. So...that’s something.” she said in a far more meek tone than the one you were used to. “It’s the only reason that my boss decided to reach out to you.”

Christ. How much of your life does this woman know about?

“...Your boss?”

“Mhm. You see, I work for Madame Web. She’s the one that told me about you. She’s got these, like, psychic powers or something. I don’t completely understand it myself.” Arachne mentioned casually. “She was going to leave you alone, but she recently took an interest in you for some reason.”

“Wait wait wait! Run that by me again.” you said, shaking your head furiously. “You work for Madame Web!? That genius hacker lady?”

Arachne let out a satisfied chuckle, seemingly pleased with your assessment. “Oh no, that’s always been me. Web does other things, but she allows me to use her name sometimes.”

That made no sense to you, but you decided to let it slide for now. So the real Madame Web is a psychic that’s been spying on you? Why didn’t your spider sense go off? Come to think of it, could a telepath’s interference even be picked up on your radar?

(Cont.)
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Your head was starting to spin again. It was full to bursting with unanswered questions that you weren’t entirely sure you wanted the answers to. This somehow felt worse than the time Hill made her play. At least then, she made it completely clear what she wanted. This time, you were completely in the dark.

Finally, after a long period of uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, you blurted out something that, in your defense, made perfect sense at that very moment.

“...Want me to grab you some pizza while I’m swinging about?” you asked.

“...I, uh…okay.” Arachne replied, not entirely sure how to proceed either.

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You popped by one of your favorite local pizza joints, walked over to the counter and ordered your usual, along with Arachne’s order and a…salad. It was about the saddest damn thing that you’ve ever seen.

There was a brief commotion in the back as your order was being made. None of the employees could take their eyes off of you. Neither could the customers, for that matter. Every eye in the room was glued to your suit. You never changed out of it. There wasn’t a good reason for you not doing so. Just didn’t feel like it. You were in a strange mood tonight.

You phone buzzed, and you opened the screen to find that Arachne had sent you the address. This was either the most obvious trap in the world, or these people were supremely confident in their own abilities.

How’re you feeling right about now?

>Paranoid as hell! Can Madame Web read your thoughts right now!? Should you line your mask with tin foil?
>Honestly? You’re a bit terrified. Once again, an overbearing woman with an agenda has you by the balls, and there isn’t a whole lot you can do about it.
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
>Hopeful. If you can lay on the charm and get these people to help you, then you'll be in a much better position than you were at the beginning of this month.
>You’re absolutely pissed. If these people think that they can blackmail you, then they’ve got another thing coming! You’re gonna call up your friends and roll up to their front door in full force.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5270818
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later
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>>5270818
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
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>>5270818
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
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>>5270818
>>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
Wait, did we stop killing? We've only fought the russian metas and the bratva faction (who got killed by punisher anyways) since killing marc's brother and that's enough to profile us as a no-killing guy?
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>>5270818
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
>>5270866
Yeah, we've only stopped killing for like, what? a week?
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>>5270866
>>5270870
She's more interested in the tiny shifts in Ben's mindset and personality over this past month.
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>>5270866
Maybe we’ve got the 10 Commandments of the Desperados on a Word document that Arachne accessed.
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>>5270818
>>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
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>>5270818
>Paranoid as hell! Can Madame Web read your thoughts right now!? Should you line your mask with tin foil?
>Also fairly pissed at the invasion of privacy.
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>>5270818
>Paranoid as hell! Can Madame Web read your thoughts right now!? Should you line your mask with tin foil?
Every motherfucker in this city EXCEPT the police has a whole-ass dossier on us
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>>5270882
inb4 she realizes that we are being controlled by some people on a basket weaving forum in the real dimension
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>>5271014
Dunno about Webb but a certain merc just might, come to think of it.
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>>5270818
>You’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activities and hasn’t turned you in, she must want something else from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.
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>>5270821
>>5270838
>>5270866
>>5270870
>>5270941
>>5271083
Taking these. Writing...

>>5271014
>>5271017
>Anons discovered my plans for an inevitable Deadpool crossover
That'll be a lot more fun once Ben meets more of the hero community
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>Deadpool
except we do go to similar websites
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>>5271152
I wouldn't call it having a fit.
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If you’re being entirely honest, you’re more curious than anything. If this Madame Web knows about your criminal activity and hasn’t turned you in, then she must want something from you. Better to confront her now, rather than later.

“Mr. Spider-Man? Your order’s ready.” said Mr. Aziz, the owner of this particular pizza joint. He was a middle aged Indian man with a noticeable accent.

“Yeah, that’s me.” you said, reviewing the contents of your order.

Mr. Aziz’s strange look became even more strange when he slid you the bowl of salad. You had the distinct feeling that he was making some snap judgements about your character.

“Knock it off. I don’t like it any more than you do.” you groaned, grabbing the salad and sliding it into the bag that you brought. You turned and waved a hand in the air as you walked out the door. “See ya later, Aziz.”

“Y-you too?” Al barely managed to squeeze out before the door closed shut.

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It took you a much longer time to find Madame Web’s place than you cared to admit, but that was only because you weren’t sure what to expect. Madame Web didn’t live in a house, or some creepy cave like you’d half expected. Oh no. The address that Arachne sent you brought you to the front door of a well maintained mansion.

You were starting to realize why your new hacker friend didn’t work for money.

Feeling a bit bewildered, you crept up to the front door and rang the doorbell. You’d barely had time to hear the jingle echo throughout the large estate before a woman swung the door open to greet you. She wore tight-fitting, torn jeans, a pink tank top, and a dark red leather jacket.

“Oh, yeah! It’s pizza time.” she said, rubbing her hands together maniacally.

She had long, fiery red hair, and facial features that could belong to a cover girl. She was also generously proportioned, but not so much that she could compete with someone like Black Cat or Gwen. Her figure was more slim and lithe, like that of a professional athlete.

She flashed you a wry grin. “Thanks. How much do I owe you?”

“I think you owe me an explanation.” you replied.

“I think we’ve got one of two of those lying around somewhere.” she said, taking the pizzas out of your hands and turning to walk deeper into the estate. “Shut the door on your way in.”

You did so, letting your eyes roam about the room and drinking in the majestic sight before you. The house’s interior was Victorian in design. Early 1900’s to be exact. High ceilings, lots of chandeliers, big fancy furniture, and a roaring fireplace built into the wall.

“Is there a welcome mat for me to wipe my feet too?”

Arachne let out a snort. “As if you’ve been walking anywhere.” she said, looking back at you as she placed the pizzas on the table next to an expensive looking laptop.

(Cont.)
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“Hey, those digital billboards can get pretty filthy.” you complained.

“Mhm. Especially when that ‘pesky Spider-Man’ graffitis it with his webs.” she said, grabbing a remote and turning up the volume on the wall mounted flat-screen.

A man on TV was reviewing the events of your scavenger hunt with Arachne, and criticizing you for your “blatant display of vandalism”. They were calling you a menace!

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair. That stuff dissolves after a few hours.” you argued.

“Yeah, but they don’t know that.” Arachne put in as she removed a slice of pepperoni pizza and shoved it into her mouth. “To them, you’re just a hooligan in a onesie.”

“People were literally cheering me on as I did it.” you said.

“Yeah, but none of them were caught on camera.” Arachne said with a shrug. “Anyway, you should probably head upstairs. Web’s waiting for you.”

You did so, but not before grabbing a slice for yourself. As you headed up the long, winding staircase, you glanced at the portraits and photos lining the walls. The one in the parlor room hanging above the fireplace was a family portrait with a massive frame. In its center, sat an unsmiling family. A little girl and her two parents flanking her from both sides. Other than that, and the occasional solo portrait, you never saw any other pictures of the little girl’s parents. There were far more of a young woman, presumably the young girl from before, and who you believed to be her husband. These portraits were in stark contrast to the ones from earlier. They were smiling in every photo. But as time went on, their expressions were becoming more brittle, their faces wrinkled and lined with age. Until at some point, you stopped seeing the husband entirely.

Before you knew it, you had followed the trail of images to a spacious room with all sorts of blinking machines and actively busy devices lining the walls. Various wires and metallic poles jutted out from every corner of the room, leading into one giant, golden throne, where one old woman sat in the back of the room. She wore a dark red blindfold, and she wore a form-fitting bodysuit of a similar color. It should’ve been disgusting, but she was in surprisingly good shape. Her shoulder length hair was a dark shade of silver, and her fingernails were long and sharp like talons.

“I’ve been expecting you, Benjamin.” she said, gesturing for you to come closer.

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
>”Is there, uh, anywhere to sit? You’ve got the only chair in the room.”
>”Do you know of any type of insurance I can buy to stop people from finding out my secret identity left and right? This is becoming a real problem.”
>”So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5271203
>”So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”
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>>5271203
>Think really hard 'So, I hear you’re a telepath? What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.'
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>>5271203
>"So...why now? If what your helper told me is true, you don't exactly approve of me, so why bother?"
>"Did I need your permission for the whole spider gimmick or something?"
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>>5271203
>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
>”Do you know of any type of insurance I can buy to stop people from finding out my secret identity left and right? This is becoming a real problem.”
>Just make a chair out of webs
>"Don't worry, it's bio-degradable"
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>>5271203
>>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
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>>5271203

>Try not to check her out.
>Check her out.
>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
>”So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”

>>5271192
Huh, I didn't know his name was Al.
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>>5271230
You see, what had happened was I wrote "Al" as a placeholder before I decided on Mr. Aziz, and I forgot to correct that one line. Funnily enough, no one actually knows what Mr. Aziz's first name is, so it might actually be Al for all we know!
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>>5271203
>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
>”Is there, uh, anywhere to sit? You’ve got the only chair in the room.”
>”So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”
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>>5271250
Maybe his full last name is Al-Aziz, but everyone just call him Aziz.
Wikipedia says that with the Al it's a name for God in Islam, but there are also examples of egyptian sultans with it, so I don't know how it works.
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>>5271265
Al literally means "the". And Aziz means "saint". Make of that info what you will.
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>>5271284
Holy shit we know the saint of pizza?
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>>5271203
>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”
>”Is there, uh, anywhere to sit? You’ve got the only chair in the room.”
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>>5271210
>>5271216
>>5271218
>>5271222
>>5271227
>>5271230
>>5271260
>>5271295
>”So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people? My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”
>”I brought you your salad. Are you sure I can’t get you some cheesy breadsticks, or something?”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5271265
>>5271284
>>5271288
Mr. Aziz vs Khonshu. Who you bettin on?
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>>5271373
The patron saint of Manhattan of course. The Pizza Prophet will just turn the moon into a cheese pizza.
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>>5271373
depends, what was his last Health Inspection Rating?
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>>5271381
Joe's Pizza recently got rid of their mold and took care of their rat problem. I'd say Mr. Aziz is in a fairly good spot.

>>5271376
That checks out. The moon is made of cheese after all. We'd just need to wait and see how the Avatar of Aziz fairs against Moon Knight in the final round.
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“I brought you your salad.” you said, hoping to break the ice. “Are you sure I can’t interest you in some cheesy breadsticks?”

The older woman’s face scrunched in disgust. “Oh, please. Are you trying to kill me? That greasy junk would clog up my arteries in a heartbeat.” she said, clearly repulsed by the idea.

You just shrugged. Can’t blame a guy for trying.

“So, I hear you’re a telepath. What made you want to spy on me of all people?” you asked, stepping further inside the room. “My life didn’t get interesting until about a month ago.”

“I sensed you as soon as you were chosen as a Spider-Totem.” Madame Web declared, projecting her voice throughout the entire room. “It came as a shock to me, at first, but I knew instantly that you were the one. We have a powerful bond. A psychic connection, even.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Powerful bond? You don’t even know this lady.

Madame Web let out a weary sigh, and you suddenly remembered that she could hear your thoughts. “Imagine my disappointment when your first thought is to use your gifts for personal gain. To hurt people for your own benefit. To act without regard for common decency or the sanctity of life.” said Madame Web, shaking her head. “Such a shame. Such…a waste.”

What will you say?

>”Who’re you to judge me? Not everyone has the luxury to sit around all day while life passes them by.”
>”Those guys had it coming. They’ve probably done worse stuff than I have.”
>”I’ve made some mistakes, sure. But how many lives did I potentially save by taking those guys out?”
>”I don’t care what you think of me. The way I live has nothing to do with you.”
>”If you don’t like what you see, you’re always free to change the channel.”
>”I bet it’s easy to look down on others when you live in a mansion like this. You’ve never had to struggle like I have.”
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
>”If you’re so powerful, then why don’t you use your powers to help the world instead? I’ve never even heard of you before.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5271391
>>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
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>>5271391
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
>Does it have something to do with the Weaver or whatever the name was? A spooky moon skull in an tuxedo mentioned it to me.
>You can judge me all you want, and I can admit I had some growing pains, but I will never back down from what I did to those that hurt my family.
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>>5271391
>”I don’t care what you think of me. The way I live has nothing to do with you.”
>”If you don’t like what you see, you’re always free to change the channel.”
>”If you’re so powerful, then why don’t you use your powers to help the world instead? I’ve never even heard of you before.”
And to cool off a bit,
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
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>>5271391
>”If you don’t like what you see, you’re always free to change the channel.”
>”I don’t care what you think of me. The way I live has nothing to do with you.”
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
>Does it have something to do with the Weaver or whatever the name was? A spooky moon skull in an tuxedo mentioned it to me.
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>>5271391
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
>”I bet it’s easy to look down on others when you live in a mansion like this. You’ve never had to struggle like I have.”
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>>5271391
>"Yeah, and when I saw someone in need I helped out too."
>"When I got these powers I simply continued to do what I already did, but better. Nobody gets rich without screwing someone over."

>"Are you calling over any new meta who did crimes or am I special?"
leading into
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
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>>5271391
>"Spare me the lecture. My life, my business."
>"Besides, I'm clamping down on that sorta thing in the future. Doesn't do me any good shooting all my problems."
>"But by all means, let me know why you think you've got any right to spy on me."
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>>5271391
>"Im only human"
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
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https://youtu.be/cbq5r03Duj0
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>>5271431
+1
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>>5271431
+
>"I didn't suddenly get corrupted by power or anything."
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>>5271431
>>5272083
same guy, different ip
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>>5271391
>”If you don’t like what you see, you’re always free to change the channel.”
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
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>>5271393
>>5271398
>>5271402
>>5271411
>>5271412
>>5271431
>>5271511
>>5271433
>>5271481
>>5272083
>>5272132
>"Yeah, and when I saw someone in need I helped out too."
>"When I got these powers I simply continued to do what I already did, but better. Nobody gets rich without screwing someone over."
>"I didn't suddenly get corrupted by power or anything."
>”If you don’t like what you see, you’re always free to change the channel.”
>"Are you calling over any new meta who did crimes or am I special?"
>”What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?”
>Does it have something to do with the Weaver or whatever the name was? A spooky moon skull in an tuxedo mentioned it to me.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5272086
Thanks for letting me know.
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“Yeah, and when I saw someone in need, I helped them out.” you argued.

Web’s lips curved downward into a slight frown. “You were very selective with your help, but I suppose that you are technically correct. You saving those people from that burning building was fairly surprising. So was your adoption of Cindy Moon, and your willingness to help Miss Gwendolyn Stacy.” she said, listing off events on her boney fingers. “You are far more faceted than I initially gave you credit for.”

“It’s not like I went mad with power or anything. When I got these powers, I just kept doing what I’ve always done. Only now, I can do it a whole lot better.” you said, feeling satisfied with yourself. “Nobody gets rich without screwing over someone else.”

Web’s frown deepened, but she didn’t make any arguments to refute your words. It didn’t take a telepath for you to figure out that she didn’t entirely disagree with you. She just didn’t want to admit it.

“No, I suppose you’ve only become more of yourself after your transition.” she agreed, clearly not happy with that conclusion.

You just shrugged. “If you don’t like what you see. You’re always free to change the channel. I bet Thor gets up to some crazy shit up there in Asgard.”

She shook her head. “It isn’t that simple. Our fates are intrinsically linked. I couldn’t avoid peering into your future so much as I could avoid seeing my fingernails when I looked at my hands.” she said, wriggling her fingers for emphasis. “And believe me, I take no pleasure in previewing your nightly escapades. I’ve seen far more than I would’ve wished to at this point.”

“Alright, then. Are you calling over any other new criminal metas, or am I something special?” you asked.

Madame Web raised an eyebrow at that. “Special? I suppose you could be considered ‘unique’ by certain metrics. You certainly aren’t the only other Spider-Totem in this timeline.” she said easily, folding her hands in front of her. “And as for your second question, the answer is no. I have no intention of running a daycare center. Julia is the only one that I trust with my most guarded secrets, and I don’t believe that you intend to harm me.”

There was that term again. “Spider-Totem”. It sounded important, like that thing that Khonshu casually mentioned. And did she just say that there were MORE of you!? Does that mean that more people have been bitten already?

“What the hell’s a ‘Spider-Totem’? Are we talking about the experiment?” you finally asked. “And does it have anything to do with the ‘Weaver’ or whatever the name was?”

You couldn’t see her eyes, but you were almost certain that Madame Web’s went wide at your mention of the Weaver. “Where did you hear that word?” she asked in a far softer tone.

(Cont.)
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“A spooky moon skull in a tuxedo mentioned it to me.” you said, unhelpfully summarizing your experience trading barbs with a self-proclaimed God. “Weren't you watching back then? Or, did you take a bathroom break while I was there?”

Madame Web shook her head and let out a long, suffering sigh. “Ah, yes. The night that you crossed the boundary into the House of Shadows.” she recalled, massaging her temples. “I’m afraid my influence is somewhat restricted beyond its doors. The house itself is technically an extra-dimensional entity that has taken residence in our universe and formed a pact with Marc Spector.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “The what-now?”

“It’s not terribly important.” she said with a shrug. “And to answer your question from earlier, Spider-Totems are mystical entities that share a link to the Web of Life and Destiny. It is the invisible fabric that binds all physical and theoretical realities, reaching out to touch everything and everyone. It was originally created by the Spider God Anansi, while the Great Weaver continues to spin the web, from now unto eternity.”

You nodded slowly, trying to follow along. This sounded like religious shit. “Okay, but what exactly does any of that mean? What is the Great Weaver?” you said.

Madame Web breathed out her nose and leaned back in her chair. The Great Weaver is a totemic deity. It wouldn’t be entirely incorrect to think of it as a God, but it is not the only one of its kind. There are other Great Totems that play key roles in maintaining The Web.” she began. “For example, ‘The Gatekeeper’ manipulates the mystical forces inherent within the Web and decides which totemic avatars are worthy of receiving its power. You owe your rebirth, in part, to this Great Totem. ‘The Bride’ bears the other half of that responsibility. Her role is to weave together and create a chain of events that leads to the birth of new Spider Totems. The act of maintaining and overseeing the Web largely falls to the ‘Master Weaver’. When the Web becomes damaged, however, ‘The Patternmaker’ is tasked with repairing it and picking up the slack for the Master Weaver, should they fall. Although, it spends most of its time forging and strengthening the bonds between Spider Totems.”

This was a lot to remember. You thought this explanation would be more brief, but Madame Web’s been going on a tangent for the past few minutes.

“In all honesty, the Great Weaver’s mail role isn’t to spin the Web of Life and Destiny. It’s to choose Totemic Avatars for the Great Totems to inhabit, such as ‘The Other’.” she said.

“The Other? What’s that one do?” you asked.

(Cont.)
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“Its role is somewhat unclear, but it seems to play a part in protecting Spider-Totems by granting its power to those that accept it. It is an immense presence that empowers those who are on the verge of death. But it is quite rare for it to ever interfere in the matters of Spider-Totems.” she declared. “There are, of course, other Totemic Deities of lesser importance, such as ‘The Spellweaver’. Although, some refer to it as The ‘Spellbinder.”

There was a long silence between the two of you as you digested this information. As always, you were the one to break the ice.

“So…you’re saying that I didn’t just get bit by a spider, but I’m somehow involved in a cosmic scheme created by Spider Gods? What do they want from me? Am I supposed to…do something?” you said, feeling much more unsure of yourself than you did when you walked through the front door.

Madame Web tapped both her index fingers together and took a contemplative posture. “That, Benjamin, is something that only the Great Totems know. I may have some knowledge of the realm that they inhabit, but I am not privy to their grand machinations.” she admitted.

“What about the other Spider-Totems that you mentioned?”

“Ah, yes. They are essentially newborns. I can sense them, but I am having a hard time pinning down their exact location.” she said with a frown as she wrinkled her nose. “I suspect The Bride and The Patternmaker have something to do with that.”

“What? You think they’re blocking your perception, or something?” you inquired.

“It’s possible that they believe we aren’t ready to meet them just yet. They haven’t had time to mature, and our interference might compromise their future as Spider-Totems.” she explained.

All of this shit sounds so unnecessarily complicated! You just wanted cool spider powers, not to become some pawn for giant spiders to tell you what to do!

“You’re exaggerating.” said Madame Web. Her mouth wasn’t moving. Instead, her voice had been echoing throughout your head. “The Great Totems aren’t involved in every aspect of our lives. Far from it, actually.”

Okay. She was speaking directly into your mind now. It was sort of ticklish, like feeling loud music reverberate through your bones when you got close to a speaker.

“But we’re getting off track,” Madame Web said out loud, returning her hands to her chair’s armrests. “I didn’t bring you here to lecture you, or chastise you on your past behavior. Doing that won’t get us anywhere.”

You folded your arms in front of your chest and inclined your head, encouraging her to continue.

“If either of us are going to come to a compromise, then we must first be on a similar wavelength. I propose…an accord.” she said, leaning back in her chair.

You froze, and replayed her words in your mind a few times before speaking again.

(Cont.)
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“You…you want to hire me…?” you said, completely bewildered by this sudden turn of events. “After all that trash talk from before?”

She nodded. “It occurs to me that I’ve been going about this the wrong way, You’ve taught me that. If I cannot convince you to make better use of your abilities, then I will simply pay you to do so. It’s such a simple answer that I regret not having thought of it earlier.” she mused.

“O-okay. What’s the job?” you said, struggling to maintain your composure.

“It’s less of a job, and more of an open contract. If you and your team agree to keep this city safe by disposing of appropriate threats, then I shall make use of my considerable wealth to compensate you.” she explained. “This is, of course, a revision of the deal that you made with Julia.”

She must be talking about Arachne.

“You…want to pay me and my team for swinging around and busting up bad guys.” you said, not phrasing it as a question.

Madame Web raised a shaky hand to stop you before you said anything else. “Whenever you have the time, of course. However, if you ever feel that you would like to make a commitment to my cause, then you would stand to benefit far more from this deal.” she said with a sly grin.

Was she serious right now? You don’t even know what to say.

What WILL you say?

>”This is a lot. Can I think about it and come back to you later?”
>*Shrug* “Why not. I was planning to play both sides anyway. Are you gonna draw up a contract right here and now?”
>”This reeks of desperation. I know I’m a ‘Spider-Totem’ or whatever, but why do you want me to do this so badly?”
>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>”Sure. But…I’m gonna need a few more things from you.”(Write-in.)
>”Sorry, but I don’t trust you enough to commit to a deal like that. Thanks for the lore dump, though.”
>"I think we should agree to disagree. So long as we stay out of each other's way, I think we'll get along just fine."
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5272240
>>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>*Shrug* “Why not. I was planning to play both sides anyway. Are you gonna draw up a contract right here and now?”
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>>5272242
+1
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>>5272242
+1
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>>5272240
>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>*Shrug* “Why not. I was planning to play both sides anyway. Are you gonna draw up a contract right here and now?”
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>>5272240
>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>Well, I'm already trying to be a better person, atleast a little bit so I'm in. I guess becoming a parent changes people more than gaining superpowers
>I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to get Silvermane to spare the man? Trying to play both sides already made Tombstone less than happy, I would rather not burn my bridges with him, specially since the job is going to anger Kingpin no matter what.
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>>5272275
Oh nevermind that bit about playing both sides, I just realized that it meant being both a villain and hero, not screwing over Silvermane.
But I still think that asking for help in what to tell to convince him is good, got to keep Cindy happy.
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>>5272240
>>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
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>>5272240
>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>*Shrug* “Why not. I was planning to play both sides anyway. Are you gonna draw up a contract right here and now?”
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>”This reeks of desperation. I know I’m a ‘Spider-Totem’ or whatever, but why do you want me to do this so badly?”
>“What does that make you in this whole thing? A Spider-Totem too, or Spider-Pope, or what?”
>“I get that doing good is good and doing bad is bad, but what do you/we get out of pleasing the Spider-Gods? Spider-Heaven?”

>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>*Shrug* “Why not. I was planning to play both sides anyway. Are you gonna draw up a contract right here and now? But…I’m gonna need a few more things from you.”(Write-in.)
>“I need a way to formalize my adoption of Cindy. She needs to go to school one of these days. And I want your help to find the thing that took her voice.”

Should we mention we already met Jessica Drew and her Spider-Totem status
also that there is someone running around making spider-metas as Dr. Connors said
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>>5272240
>>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>"I have to talk with my team about this first though. I'm not really equipped to put words in their mouths, but they're not bad people, so they might go for it."
Getting paid to be a vigilante hero?
WHAT A FUCKING CONCEPT!
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Test
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>>5272459
Thank God they revoked my stupid ban. Thought I was gone for 2 weeks.
>>5272286
Support
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>>5272240
>>”This wouldn’t have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?”
>>”I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with any of that?”
>>”Sure. But…I’m gonna need a few more things from you.”(Connections, some protection from the law)
>”This is a lot. Can I think about it and come back to you later?”
We'll have to consult some people on this.
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>>5272240
>>5272320
+1
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>>5272320
This. It’s part of the rules that we alert our fellow Desperados before taking a job, and while this is a special case on account of totems and psychic old biddies, it doesn’t change the rules. It would be a dick move to be the first guy to break the rules we personally laid down.
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>>5272320
I'll change my vote to support this.
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>>5272320
>>5272515
>>5272786
>>5272461
>>5272823
Taking these. Writing...
This'll be the last update for the night. Here's hoping that I can post updates on the train and at the house that me and friends rented out.

>>5272461
Welcome back, anon
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“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the gang war that’s supposed to go down tomorrow, would it?” you asked.

Madame Web gave you an innocent smile. “Oh, is that tomorrow? Why, it must have completely slipped my mind!” she claimed. “But of course, if you were to feel…sufficiently motivated to clean up the streets and minimize the damage done by the other mercenaries and gangs involved in the war, I wouldn’t stop you.”

It was a thinly veiled proposal, but you decided to let it slide for now.

“I assume you’re already familiar with my team and our rules. Do you have any problems with that?” you said.

Madame Web tapped the side of her cheek with one sharp, manicured nail and shook her head. “So long as I’m never on the receiving end of the Fourth Commandment, then no. I have no qualms. Your allies appear to be somewhat reasonable people.” she concluded.

You nodded. “Then I hope you don’t mind if I talk to them about this first. I’m not really qualified to put words in their mouth, but they’re not bad people. They might even go for it.”

Madame Web seemed pleased with that. “That is perfectly fine, Benjamin. I appreciate you considering my offer seriously.”

You shrugged. “Hey, it’s just business. No reason we can’t both be civil about things.”

—-------

>You’ve added Madame Web(Cassandra Webb) to your Contacts!
>You’ve added Julia Carpenter to your Contacts!

After a bit of brief conversation, you took your leave, along with a few slices of pizza. Julia seemed pleased that your conversation with her mentor had gone so well. It honestly felt more like a librarian had read folklore and fairy tales to you for an hour. The actual talk of her proposal was far shorter than the talk about Spider-Totems and Spider-Gods. You had no idea what to make of that, and no idea if she was even telling the truth. You had no proof of all this mystical crap. You’ve been a meta for over a month now, and you don’t feel very magical.

—------

The next day, you and your team were making your final preparations before this operation began in earnest. You had 27 or so web bombs remaining to distribute between your squad. That should be more than enough to deal with any stragglers that might get in your way when you go for the snatch and grab.

Glass was present for the debriefing this time, and he seemed to catch on quickly. You remember him saying that he used to belong to an off the book mutant black ops team of some sort. That training would definitely come in handy.

You didn’t say much about the mission that they didn’t already know, since you were expecting Silvermane to give them another, more detailed version when they finally arrived at his underground bunker. You more or less summarized the events that you experienced last night. And unsurprisingly, they had a lot of questions.

(Cont.)
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Like: “Why were you following the directions of a strange hacker?” or “Why did you buy her pizza and deliver it directly to her house?”

And then, there was your favorite: “Do you have any left in the fridge?”

That last one was Glass, and it earned him quite a few looks. You answered all their questions in earnest, even the stuff about the Spider Gods. They didn’t seem to believe too much of it, so you didn’t spend too much time explaining something that you’d just learned about secondhand.

Their interest was very much peaked by Madame Web’s offer, though. None of you had ever heard about a mercenary group being consistently funded to clean up a city, but you figured that it wasn’t entirely out of your wheelhouse.

Prowler brought up the point that this job didn’t coincide with the First Commandment, but Felicia brought up the fact that the First Commandment wasn’t exactly a concrete and inflexible rule. It only meant that you should focus primarily on jobs that played to your strengths. There was nothing about rejecting other jobs outright.

That being said, neither of them seemed to be against it. Glass sounded like he was on board as well, but you probably should’ve expected that from an ex X-Man. All that was left was to run it by Flint. Speaking of, you would have to decide whether you would pull him off guard duty for this mission.

What will you do before the operation begins?

>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
>Leave him with your family. Things are about to get hectic, and you’d feel more comfortable with him there.
>Try to hire some last minute backup.(Who? Check Contacts.)
>Write-in.

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5272945
Call for flint and ask Cindy if she minds staying with her new senpai
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>>5272945
>>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
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>>5272945
>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
>Warn Vic that today is when everything is going to go down, and suggest she should get the whole family together at the hospital so Cindy can watch over them.
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>>5272945
>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
This is our first BIG job as a team. Flint's gotta be here.
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>>5272945
>>Leave him with your family. Things are about to get hectic, and you’d feel more comfortable with him there.
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>>5272945
>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
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>>5272945
>>5272980 +1
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>>5272980
This. Freeing up Flint for the job was half of the reason we put Cindy on guard duty.
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>>5272945
>>Call back Flint. Cindy should be more than enough for anyone that tries to hurt your brother.
He doesn't need to miss out on things because he's babysitting.
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>>5272945
>>5272980
Support
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>>5272980
>>5273278
>>5273317
>>5273336
Taking these. Writing...
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A little after the meeting, you called Flint and told him to return to your hideout. Having him on-hand would be crucial to the mission’s success. You couldn’t think of many people that could deal with his abilities.

Then, you asked him to pass his phone to your sister, so you could warn her about the massive shitstorm coming her way. To her credit, she didn’t complain or ask questions. She simply promised that she would ask Mom and Dad to come to the hospital so that she could keep everyone safe. Silently, you hoped that Cindy would step in so that your sister wouldn’t get herself hurt.

Once Flint got here, you’d be able to receive Silvermane’s instructions. And then, the mission could begin in earnest.

—---------

Flint arrived back at your place 20 minutes after your call, and the five of you headed out to take your positions in the city. You had initially thought that you’d rendezvous with the Maggia Don himself, but he quickly informed you over the phone that it would be better if you kept a close eye on the area that Slip was hiding in. He was certain that he was being observed by multiple parties. And you were pretty sure that he was right. If the thief made the wrong move, or if someone jumped in too early, then it would set everyone else off too.

You, Prowler, and Felicia readied all your gear, Glass covered himself up with layer after layer of thick fabric to avoid direct confrontation with the sun, and Flint…was pretty much just carrying all the extra gear that would end up weighing the rest of you down.

—----

By the time you’d finished your preparations and set up at your designated positions, it was already early in the afternoon. The sun was high in the sky, and the streets were practically buzzing with activity. None of the people that you saw stood out as strange or dangerous, but you kept your eyes open anyway. Your entrance was undoubtedly noticed by someone, and you weren’t going to let any sneak attacks get through your spider sense.

For the moment, you were all split into uneven groups. Flint was with you, Prowler was alone, and Felicia was with Glass. You would’ve split the group differently, but your two strongest members were clearly incapable of using the night vision goggles that you’d prepared for them. It wasn’t exactly a waste of money, since you could always use them later, but it was definitely an annoying setback.

You and Flint chatted for hours up on that roof, catching up on things and giving him a detailed summary of what you’d been up to while he was away. He couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the whole “Spider-Totem” thing either. It sounded like utter bullshit. Especially coming from you.

You were glad to hear that your brother was doing better too. Luckily, nothing had been seriously damaged during his encounter with the Bratva, and no one’s seen any of the big players around since that Punisher attack. Hopefully it stays that way.

(Cont.)
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During all this time, as you watched the sun crawl through the sky and set over the horizon, your biggest wish was that you could crack open a few beers and relax a bit. But you made it a personal rule to never drink on the job. And that meant making conscious efforts to untighten your fists, release the tension in your muscles and unclench your asshole. Your nerves were killing you for some reason. It was just a job! You had to keep telling yourself it was just a job.

…But you knew that it wasn’t. It was more than that. If everything went right, then this would be the op that put your team's name on the map. This was the big leagues! Right here and right now!

The promise of a massive score was the only thing that kept your mind from wandering to darker places. And speaking of darker places…

You shot out of your chair and adjusted the settings on the custom lenses that Max made for you. The world went black, and suddenly, the objects and obstacles around you become nothing more than a jumble of detailed, white outlines. It was like you were playing one of those super retro arcade games, where the world existed on a black grid. It had to be the shittiest camera filter you’d ever seen, but at least you knew it worked. Because before your very eyes, you saw the distinct silhouette of the guy that single handedly crippled this entire city.

“Benny? What’s the matter?” Flint asked, concern clear in his voice.

“I’ve got eyes on Slip.” you declared, relaying the information to the rest of your group as well.

The little thief was creeping out of an alleyway and searching around frantically. The streets were much emptier now, allowing him to move without hurting anyone or causing a commotion. Little did he know, his very existence was enough to spark a gang war that might shift the balance of power in this city. Forever.

What will you do?

>Stick to observing him for now. You don’t want to be the first group to expose themselves.
>Pounce on him! You might be the only one here that can go toe to toe with him.
>Prepare an ambush. He can't fight all of you off at once.
>Slowly and quietly, creep up behind him. You want to have a little chat with him before fists and bullets start flying.
>Write-in.

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5273577
>>Slowly and quietly, creep up behind him. You want to have a little chat with him before fists and bullets start flying.
>Let's lay out the fact. Numerous people are after you, and all hell will break lose tonight, concluding in your quasi-certain demise.
>Quasi-certain, because I'm here to give you an out. Here, now, you come with me, we unsuit you, and make sure you are not harmed.
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>>5273577
>>Slowly and quietly, creep up behind him. You want to have a little chat with him before fists and bullets start flying.
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>>5273581
Support
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>>5273577
>>Slowly and quietly, creep up behind him. You want to have a little chat with him before fists and bullets start flying.
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>>5273577
>Slowly and quietly, creep up behind him. You want to have a little chat with him before fists and bullets start flying.
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>>5273577
>Stick to observing him for now. You don’t want to be the first group to expose themselves.
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>>5273637
+1
remember what silvermane said
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>>5273581
+1

>>5273637
>>5273645
I rather force everyone else to move than wait until someone they are ready to make their own move
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>>5273577
>Stick to observing him for now. You don’t want to be the first group to expose themselves.
I think everyone forgot that Slip absolutely fucking hates us for what we did to him. I don't think he'll be willing to chat either, seeing how he's currently stressed out AND on high alert looking for something. Silvermane will chew us out if we blow it by exposing ourselves too early, going against the instructions he gave us. Won't look good for the undergroubd resumé.
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>>5273577
>Prepare an ambush. He can't fight all of you off at once.
but
>Stick to observing him for now. You don’t want to be the first group to expose themselves.
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>>5273671
It's definitely a better play to do the job we were hired to do even if the employer is wrong about the approach since then you can publicly cover for his fuckup and earn even more respect that way.

On the other hand, making our own play and succeeding anyway would make the victory an embarrassment for him, having challenged his decision-making skills, once again publicly.

He probably isn't even wrong though, considering he's the one with the more complete knowledge of how the underside of NY operates, and also the one with years and years of experience leading an organization himself with enough competence that he is feared and respected for it.

None of this is something I would normally feel the need to spell out like this, but I also normally don't have to deal with sakurautism.
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>>5273577
I'll back this>>5273581
No reason to kill him, the suit is all that's required.
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>>5273581
+1
to keep him in the conversation, apologize and say it's our fault he is in that predicament and we can help him
whether or not we then follow through with helping him we can decide later
best case scenario he comes and works for us/silvermane willingly
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>>5273577
>Stick to observing him for now. You don’t want to be the first group to expose themselves.
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Wait, why are anons going to talk to Slip? Of course he hates us and all, but how are you going to take the suit from him?

The only way i'm thinking is with taking the module that Phin made out of the suit batery and equip it to the suit. And still if he doesn't know what happens, if he tries to use it against us is fucking dangerous because we're going to be roasted.

If you wanna go for that risk that's okay, but if we promise that, and we actually go to him without any other gang meta to see us, what's the next step then? I say you should ask Phin to tell him about our little problem, and ask something like "hey, do you remember the THING i asked you for the suit the last time? Is it possible to PUT IT back from where it came, or it's going to turn into something really bad?"

If the answer is that it should be something simple and not rocket science to neutralize the suit for the original state, and won't cause a huge fireball in the place, then lets go with it
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>>5273861
Bc we want to
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>>5273581
>>5273603
>>5273667
>>5273754
>>5273827
>>5273591
>>5273614
>>5273621
Taking these. Writing...
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>>5273900
How was your vacation?
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Slowly, you perched yourself atop the cement ridge and glared down at the thin, wiry figure rummaging through what you could only assume was a pile of trash. It was a little hard to distinguish things at a distance with this camera setting.

"What're you doing!?" Flint hissed getting up from his chair and inching closer to you.

"I just want to talk to him before someone does something stupid." you declared.

"I think someone's doing something stupid right now." Prowler helpfully added.

"You sure about this, Spider?" Felicia asked. "From what I hear, you and this guy aren't exactly bosom buddies."

She's right. Slip has every reason to hate you, and very few reasons to listen to anything that you have to say. But…that shouldn't stop you from trying.

If you want any shot out of pulling this guy's ass out of the fire, then it'll have to be now, before anyone else has made their move.

"I know." you said out loud. "But I still have to try. I've got a Korean mute to impress."

"Well, aren't you Foster Father of the Year." Felicia purred.

"Is that a real award? And if so, is there a category for leaving your kid to fight off potential Russian hitmen?" you mused aloud.

"Are you just gonna sit there all night with your ass in my face, or are you gonna do something?" Flint asked, clearly becoming agitated and impatient.

You glanced back at him, lowered your center of gravity even more and prepared to pounce.

"No one told you that you had to look, pal." you said, springing forward before he could respond.

It's now or never.

—-------

No one seemed to detect you as you lowered yourself via webline to meet Slip at eye level. And if they did, they didn't seem to be doing anything to interrupt you.

The moment you entered his vicinity, you felt the frigid air trying to creep into your suit and crawl up your limbs. They really weren't kidding when they said that he could sap the ambient heat from an area. You felt like one of those naked bob-sledders that compete in the Olympics. But, it was preferable to suffering the effects of hypothermia or frostbite, as you likely would be if you weren't wearing the suit at all.

You shook your head as if to clear it and loudly cleared your throat to get Slip's attention.

He yelled and jumped back. The fool boy would've tripped if it weren't for the webline that you shot out to catch him by the chest. He regained his balance fairly quickly, which was a good thing. Since the web that you just shot out was starting to freeze and dry out very quickly.

"You!" he snarled, his words practically dripping with venom.

(Cont.)
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You brought a finger to your lips. "Yes. Me." you nodded, finding the motion a bit awkward when you were hanging upside down. "Let's lay out the facts. Numerous people are after you, and all hell's gonna break loose tonight, which will almost certainly end in your…quasi-certain demise." you said, talking fast so that Slip wouldn't get another opportunity to interrupt you or freak out again. "I say 'quasi-certain' because I'm here to give you an out. If you come with me, right here and now, I can peel you out of that suit, and make sure that you aren't harmed in the process." you promised.

He stood up straighter, looking ready to pounce or dodge at a moment's notice. If his tone wasn't anything to go by, his body language just screamed "mistrust".

"Why should I believe anything you say? You tried to shoot me when we first met, and you're the entire reason I'm like this!" he exclaimed, gesturing at the field of bone-chilling darkness that was smothering you both. "Even if I do believe you about that first part, do you seriously think that I'm gonna trust you enough to put my life in your hands?"

What will you say?

>"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now."
>"You don't have a choice. You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas turkey."
>"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. If I did, my kid would kick my ass when I got home."
>"Maybe you shouldn't have tried to steal from me in the first place!"
>"You put yourself in this position by stealing and using tech that you had no idea how to properly operate."
>Write-in.

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5273903
It's going good so far! Just met up with my old buddy and I'm using his wifi to post updates!

Back in my hometown and it's exactly as I remember it. I'm tired as hell from working the night before, but I'm enjoying myself.
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>>5273917
>"Hey, I had no way of knowing breaking your suit would cause all of this."
>"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now."
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>>5273917
You don't have a choice. You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas turkey."
>"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. If I did, my kid would kick my ass when I got home
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>>5273917
>"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now."
>"I'm going out of my way to talk to you for starters. Kingpin's men would have just stuck you like pig."
>"And that fat bastard's not the only one coming after you. I got good word that Tombstone's just itching to get at that suit too."
>"You don't have a choice. You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas turkey."
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>>5273917
>"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. If I did, my kid would kick my ass when I got home."
>Look, I'm a thief too. When we get in this life, we have to expect to get shot when we break-in another person's house. Do you think I knew you had some super sensitive power suit that would malfuction? If you had just bleed a bit I could have patched you up and let you off with a warning.
>Now let me try to fix this problem. Meanwhile, try to appear competent and useful so we can convince Silvermane to not off you. He is surprisingly cooperative if you get into his good graces.
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>>5273917

>>5273928
+1
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>>5273917
>"Maybe you shouldn't have tried to steal from me in the first place!"
>"You don't have a choice. You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas turkey."
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>>5273928
+1

I guess its a universal constant that a spiderman does something really fucking stupid before all hell breaks loose. May Lord Kek and RNGesus be with us.
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>>5273959
It's not stupid, it's the right thing to do...well, as right as working with a mafioso can be.
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>>5273963
Fair enough, the line between bravery and stupidity is thin as it is. Lets just hope good karma is worth a potential shitshow
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>>5273917
supporting >>5273928

>>5273915
>No one told you that you had to look, pal
>implying one simply gazes away from the spider-ass
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>>5273920
Nice to read that. Have fun and get a refill on this creative juices of yours.
>>5273928
Supporting
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>>5273917
>>"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now."
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>>5273931
This. He’s acting all pissy, which is fair, but he’s far from blameless.
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>>5274637
Oops, dataposting.
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>>5273917
>>5273931
Support.
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>>5273928
>>5273933
>>5273959
>>5273996
>>5274014
Taking these. Writing...
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You rumbled in your throat, groaning and trying to refrain from running a hand down your face in frustration.

"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now." you admitted.

Your admittance must've surprised him, because he remained silent.

"I'm going out of my way to talk to you, for starters. Kingpin's men would've just stuck you like a pig." you continued. "And that fat bastard's not the only one coming after you. I got good word that Tombstone is just itching to get at that suit too."

Okay, that last part might technically be a lie, but you didn't consider it one. You found it hard to believe that Tombstone was going to just sit this one out like everyone else suggested. It wasn't like him, being this passive when there was so much to gain. You were sure that he had a trick or two up his sleeve.

That being said, mentioning the Kingpin really seemed to grab his attention. He was literally shaking in fear and frustration, cursing everything and everyone involved that led him to this unfortunate conclusion.

"You don't have a choice." you said, snapping him out of his downward spiral. "You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas Turkey."

There was a long, heavy silence between the two of you, and you were forced to abandon the web that you were clinging to, as it too was beginning to freeze solid.

"...You really think you can get this suit off of me without killing me?" he asked, sounding far more meek than he did before.

You nodded. "I'll try my best to make it happen. You just have to trust me." you said, reaching a hand out to him.

Now, touching him was probably a really terrible idea, since it would almost definitely give you a wicked case of frostbite. But you never found out what would've happened even if you did. Because a hail of gunfire rained down on your position mere moments before either of you could reach each other. Most of them just impacted the wall behind you or bounced harmlessly off of Slip, but you were forced to leap away and dodge the rest. You couldn't seem them all too well, but your spider sense at least allowed you to figure out where they were coming from.

"We've got action!" Prowler shouted into the comm.

"Yeah, no kidding!" you shot back.

"Let's get down to business, boys." Felicia purred.

"Finally! Some action!" Flint chimed in.

"Maybe we can finally settle that bet, Marko." Glass added.

You didn't know what bet they were talking about, but you didn't particularly care at the moment. Tens of dozens of armed men were swarming your position in droves, not all of them on the same side. And leading their ranks were various strange looking individuals that you could only assume were metas.

"Okay, I believe you." Slip squeaked.

(Cont.)
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You had to act fast. None of you were able to remain in close contact with Slip for any extended period of time. Even Flint would freeze solid after a few seconds. That meant that you would have to fight your way out.

There were the guns and metas on the ground, and the guns trained on you from the rooftops up above. And while they weren't necessarily working together, both groups were severely limiting your movements.

What will you do?

>Engage the metas in direct combat. Taking them out should be your priority.
>Order Flint and Glass to run amok within the armed gunmen's ranks.
>Have Prowler and Felicia take out the rooftop snipers.
>Try to retreat into the sewers with Slip.
>Use Slip as a bullet sponge while you and the others press the attack.
>Toss a series of web-bombs into the group to tangle them up.(Uses up 4)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
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Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5274767
>>Engage the metas in direct combat. Taking them out should be your priority.
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>>5274767
>Have Prowler and Felicia take out the rooftop snipers.
>Order Flint and Glass to run amok within the armed gunmen's ranks.
>Get Slip away from the fight, but don't get too far. The heavy hitters haven't show up, which means they can still ambush you.
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>>5274770
Unless the metas that the update talked about are all of the ones Silvermane warned us about, in which case this would be better
>Engage the metas in direct combat. Taking them out should be your priority.
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>>5274767
>>Order Flint and Glass to run amok within the armed gunmen's ranks.
>>Have Prowler and Felicia take out the rooftop snipers.
>>Try to retreat into the sewers with Slip (with a quick Callisto Call)
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>>5274767
>Order Flint and Glass to run amok within the armed gunmen's ranks.
>Have Prowler and Felicia take out the rooftop snipers.
>Toss a series of web-bombs into the group to tangle them up.(Uses up 4)
One person (us) needs to stay on Slip the whole time. He's probably scared enough to jump ship and flee again if he panics hard enough.
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>>5274770
>>5274774
This.
On a less related note, I think we should avoid the sewers this time around. Given that Kingpin is investing a lot into this Slip operation, it’s possible we’ll encounter Electro. We should be careful to stay away from conducting materials like sewer water. Slip could probably negate him, though he’d leave a track of frozen sewage behind him that would be easy to follow. It would also be bad form to bring a gang war to Callisto’s doorstep.
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>>5274829
We already met Max Dillon and he hasn't turned into Electro yet. Unless someone else is Electro in this quest but the Spider-Man villains we've met are mostly the same as always.
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>>5274770
+1
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>>5274838
>We already met Max Dillon
Oh, right, I forgot. He was working for Silvermane, right?
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>>5274845
yep
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>>5274845
Yup, he made the silver lining suit that's currently hugging Benny's nooks and crannies.
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Dead quest
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>>5274768
>>5274770
>>5274774
>>5274797
>>5274808
>>5274829
>>5274840
>Have Prowler and Felicia take out the rooftop snipers.
>Order Flint and Glass to run amok within the armed gunmen's ranks.
>Get Slip away from the fight, but don't get too far. The heavy hitters haven't show up, which means they can still ambush you.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5275994
It gets funnier every time you say it, anon! I'm halfway done with the update, since I have a minute to myself. Believe it or not, these things take careful planning and coherent thought to write out. If I just pushed out updates to satisfy some quota, then the quest's quality would surely suffer. Pair that with the fact that mobile posting is impossible unless I'm connected to wifi, and there's a limited time window for posting these. I'm trying my best while also trying to enjoy myself on this vacation.
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>>5276001
Just ignore me. I do it to do it
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You didn't hesitate to start barking out orders.

"Sandman, Glass, mix it up with the guys on the ground! Prowler, Black Cat, take out those snipers!"

Everyone vocalized their ascent and immediately got to work. When a 300 pound glob of sand dropped down onto the assault team's heads, their screams of terror overpowered the sounds of rapid gunfire. Glass took advantage of the confusion by taking them from behind, completely avoiding the metas and focusing on the normals who couldn't properly defend themselves against someone like him. Soon enough, both of them were tearing the enemy's forces apart.

You saw a similar situation in the sky, where two black figures were hopping from building to building, taking out the rooftop snipers with practiced ease. They were so quick and coordinated that not a single bullet even touched them, miraculous as that may sound. Even without a spider sense, those guys could pull off some impressive stuff. You were glad that they were on your side this time around.

While all that was happening, you decided to pull Slip away from the fight, without actually touching him. It was more like…frantic gesturing, actually.

"Come on! We need to get you out of here." you said, trying to get him to follow you.

"And go where? There's no way that we can just run all the way to where you want me to go." he argued.

He was absolutely right. Taking him into the sewers might be tough, since you'd be leaving a trail of I've wherever you went. You can't grab him by the waist and swing him back to Silvermane's bunker. You'd die of hypothermia before you even got halfway there. And most modes of transportation were a no go, since Slip would just drain the battery before it got moving.

You had managed to reach your target, but there was absolutely no way for you to reach your destination without fighting half the city to do it. You hated to admit it, but you were stuck. Silvermane tasked you and everyone else with an impossible challenge, and disappointing him simply wasn't an option.

But before you could finish that train of thought, your spider sense started buzzing. Something was approaching you. Not quickly, by any discernible means, but judging by the way that it didn't deviate from it's path, you sensed that there was intent behind this malevolent force.

In the distance, you spotted a large, hulking man, with dark gray skin and an insulated black jacket, insulated black and red tights, and a hockey mask of all things on his face.

Wait. No, that…wasn't a hockey mask. It was made of metal. Almost like…

A thought clicked in your mind, and a chill ran down your spine. This description matched with the one that Silvermane gave you. Facing you, on this dark, deserted side street, was one of the deadliest mercs that took this job. You were facing the unkillable zombie monster, otherwise known as "Deadhead".

(Cont.)
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The unblinking lenses in his helmet drifted to Slip, and then focused on you. His large muscles were tensed in anticipation.

"This is gonna be really simple. Hand him over, and I won't have to kick your ass." he demanded.

He looked like he would welcome the violence.

What will you do?

>Bombard him with Web Bombs until he can't move!
>Obscure his vision with your webs.
>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
>Tear off his protective clothing and let Slip's freezing aura do its work.
>Just run! He doesn't look like he'd be very fast.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5276013
Whatever you say, chief. You do you. I just didn't want the new players and /qst/ users here to get the wrong idea.
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>>5276030
Sorry I'll stop
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>>5276028
Can Slip be webbed on the back so we can pull him up buildings with us?
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>>5276034
Thank you. I appreciate your understanding, my guy. I don't mind a bit of light rubbing, but I was getting slightly concerned.

>>5276035
He can! But be mindful of the fact that your webbing will eventually freeze and snap off when it makes direct contact with his body.
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>>5276028
>Bombard him with Web Bombs until he can't move!
Web bomb time
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>>5276028
>Bombard him with Web Bombs until he can't move!
>Just run! He doesn't look like he'd be very fast.
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>>5276028
>>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
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>>5276028
>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
>Tear off his protective clothing and let Slip's freezing aura do its work.
Give him the ol’ Sub-Zero treatment.
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>>5276136
wrong order, but yeah
>>Tear off his protective clothing and let Slip's freezing aura do its work.
>>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
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>>5276028
>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
>Just run! He doesn't look like he'd be very fast.
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>>5276028
>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
>Focus on the mask.
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>>5276028
>>5276160+1
But also web up as many separate pieces as you can to slow him down even more
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>>5276028
>Tear off his protective clothing and let Slip's freezing aura do its work.
>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.
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>>5276028
>Obscure his vision with your webs.
>Just run! He doesn't look like he'd be very fast.
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>>5276041
You're good people scoreman
And feel free to peace out at any point if we get too needy and anoying
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>>5277031
I appreciate that. I also apologize for the lack of updates lately. Haven't been able to use wifi very consistently, and I don't like having to take such a long break during an arc that I was excited about. On the bright side, I'm enjoying my vacation, and it'll be coming to a close soon. By tomorrow, or the day after, I should be back in business! Thanks for your patience and understanding!
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>>5276047
>>5276136
>>5276160
>>5276166
>>5276202
>>5276257
>>5276281
>>Tear off his protective clothing and let Slip's freezing aura do its work.
>>Blow this guy to pieces with your Mark. It'll take him a minute to pull himself back together.

Taking these. Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>5278906
Last time I phonerolled I turned Flin into flintstone.
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>5278906
GET OUTTA' HERE JASON!
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5278906
I'm scared
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>>5278930
Morbin' out I see.
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>>5279001
It's Morbin' Time.
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>>5278912
>>5278930
>>5278938
Good shit. Writing....
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>83

You lunged forward, ignoring his threat and going right for his protective clothing. You tore at his sleeves, and then went for his entire jacket, leaving his rippling muscles exposed, only barely contained by a spandex tank top.

"Tearing my clothes off? Seriously!?" Deadhead exclaimed with a menacing synthesized voice. "Anyone ever told you that you fight like a girl?"

"Maybe I can audition for Desperate Housewives after all this is over." you shot back, ducking his left hook.

"Assuming that you survive." Deadhead responded casually.

You ripped off his pants, exposing a pair of torn, dark blue jeans. "I'm starting to like my chances."

"What're you-" he began to say, but Slip was already running past you to tackle the zombie mercenary. It would seem that he'd understood the true purpose of your plan. Smart kid.

Even after Slip barreled into Deadhead, neither of them moved. It was as if the slender boy had charged a statue. Deadhead looked down at the boy hugging his torso, and then at you.

"This is just sad." he said, shaking his head slowly. He reached down to pry him off, only to find that his arms weren't moving the way he wanted them to. "The fuck…?"

You grabbed his arm and tore it right off. It was as easy as breaking a paired popsicle in half.

Deadhead shouted something inarticulate and filled with rage. He turned to punch you with his remaining hand, and you met his punch with one of your own. Your fist went straight through his, shattering it into hundreds of tiny little pieces as a burst of energy ripped it apart.

"Motherfucker!" he roared.

But his rage-induced expletives could do very little to prevent you from taking him apart, piece by piece. Because that's exactly what you did.

"This isn't over!" Deadhead cried. Even though he was just a disembodied head at this point, he was still capable of speech and rational thought. "I'll be back!"

Interestingly, the helmet was sealed completely up to the base of his neck. You'd tried to crack it open with brute force and a few explosive Marks, but nothing you did seemed to even dent it.

Shrugging, you tossed the head over your shoulder and webbed it to a nearby wall.

"So you're a fan of Jason and 'Ahnald'. Maybe I'll grab you a DVD box set when I swing back around." you said, waving at him as you walked away.

"What do we do now?" Slip asked, falling in step beside you. "We still need to find a way out of here."

What will you do?

>Take a shortcut through the sewers.
>Create a giant slingshot using your webs and launch him across the city before your webbing breaks.
>Put him in a small car and push it down the road with Flint's help.
>Dress him up in Deadhead's thermals and swing away with him in tow.
>Write-in.

What will you have your allies do?

>Stay behind and keep them busy.
>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.
>Split up and have them pretend that they have Slip instead.
>Write-in.
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>>5279112
>>Create a giant slingshot using your webs and launch him across the city before your webbing breaks.
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>>5279112
>Dress him up in Deadhead's thermals and swing away with him in tow.
>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.
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>>5279112
>>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.
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>>5279123
This
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>>5279112
>>5279123
+1
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>>5279112
>Dress him up in Deadhead's thermals and swing away with him in tow.
>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.
Brave Ben run away
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>>5279123
+1
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>>5279123
+1
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>>5279123
>>5279126
>>5279139
>>5279146
>>5279161
>>5279201
>>5279229
>Dress him up in Deadhead's thermals and swing away with him in tow.
>Full retreat. You need them to cover you on the way back.

Taking these. Writing...
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You glanced at Slip, then back at Deadhead's clothes and made an executive decision.

Seven minutes later, your team was in full retreat. Flint and Glass got away with only minor injuries on Glass' part, and the other two were similarly unscathed. Leading the charge was you, and the slender young man wearing a patchwork set of thermals that were barely being held together by thick globs of webbing. It didn't take people long to figure out what was happening, as countless streams of gunfire whizzed past you as you made your escape.

If you could keep this up, then you should be back at Silvermane's base in no time!

And right then, almost as if the universe was motivated to prove you wrong, your spider sense went off.

That was nothing new. People were shooting at you, after all. But it was the direction that bothered you. It wasn't coming from behind or below. No. It was coming from above.

You looked back, only to see a pair of sharp talons streaking past you to latch onto Slip's arm. He screamed, and you reached out to snatch him away from this avian-themed thief, only to be met by a fierce backhand from a set of steel wings.

Your head rocked back, and you began to plummet towards the ground. And that's when you looked up and saw it. The mocking sneer of the man that had nearly killed your best friend. Half of his face was badly burned but you still recognized him. The bird suit was a huge giveaway.

"I'll take that, thank you!" Drago all but growled, before flapping his wings once and shooting off towards the sky.

"Was that-!?" Flint began to say.

"Yeah, it was! And he's got our target!" You said, firing a web at his back and snagging it with pinpoint accuracy. Almost immediately, you were being pulled along with them, propelled by whatever it was that kept those bird-suits in the air. Speaking of, you should bug Toomes about that energy core sometime soon.

"Hey, thanks for saving me the time to track you down!" you shouted, drawing his attention.

"That's my line." he snarled. "I owe you big time for making me look like this!"

"Really? I thought it was an improvement." you casually remarked.

Drago let out a sinister laugh. "Oh, it's nothing compared to what I've got planned for you! After I turn this kid in, I'll come back for you, and then you'll get yours!" he declared, a mad look in his eye. "Now…quit riding on my coattails!"

The Vulture's flight pattern became erratic and turbulent, making it that much harder to maintain your grip on the webline.

What will you do?

>Snag something heavy and try to pull the Vulture down.
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can get close enough.
>Try to guess where he'll fly and throw a couple of web bombs into his path.
>Have Glass try to shoot him down with glass shard projectiles.
>Write-in.

(Cont.)
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5279339
>>Try to guess where he'll fly and throw a couple of web bombs into his path.
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>>5279339
>Snag something heavy and try to pull the Vulture down.
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>>5279339
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can get close enough.
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>>5279339
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can get close enough.
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>>5279339
>Have Glass try to shoot him down with glass shard projectiles.
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>>5279339
>Snag something heavy and try to pull the Vulture down.
It’s best to bring him down to an arena with solid surfaces for us to push off of and limit the amount of space he can move to. If we reel ourselves to him, he still has full control of his flight pack and decides where the fight takes us, which is a luxury we shouldn’t allow him.
We should NOT use Glass’ projectiles or any other projectile weapon. They could tear Slip’s insulating layer, which, while it would cause problems for Drago, would make swinging with Slip considerably harder once we get him back.
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>>5279339
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can
>Have Glass try to shoot him down with glass shard projectiles. get close enough.
He can probably just cut our webline if we stop wobbling about. I'd rather pit our Spidey-sense and enhanced agility against his ability to fly around while a bunch of shit comes at him.
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>>5279503
And what if Glass cuts Slip’s insulating layer open by mistake?
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>>5279339
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can get close enough.
Sometimes the simplest option is the best option.
Besides, this guy deserves a beating for damn near killing Flint.
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>>5279351
>>5279375
>>5279503
>>5279933
>Reel yourself in and pummel the crap out of Drago when you can get close enough.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll write up an update tomorrow morning when I wake up!
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Rolled 89, 43, 13 = 145 (3d100)

>>5279946
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5279946
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>>5279947
>>5279946
In my defense for this fuck up, I am buzzed.
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5279946
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5279951
Score will probably take the 89
>>5279946
But rolling just in case we need one more
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>>5279947
>>5279948
>>5279968
>>5279978
Ok, now I'm really hoping he takes it, this is a horrible set of rolls
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>>5279947
>>5279981
If he counts the first one only, we’re good to go
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>>5280056
yeah, taking just the first roll makes sense
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>>5280074
>>5280056
>>5279981
He shouldn't. 24 should be the roll he takes.
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>>5280106
Fag
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>>5280056
I’ve seen QMs do that in the past, so we’re probably safe.
That or were fucked.
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>>5280106
Anon still rolled, it's just that he accidentally rolled two extra dice
that means we just disregard the other two dice he rolled
I would have the same opinion if he had rolled a 1 or something
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>>5279947
>>5279948
>>5279968
Yeah I'll just take the 89. Whenever someone rolls multiple dice, I just take the first one because it makes sense.

Writing...
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>89

Slowly, carefully, you pulled yourself closer to Drago by reeling in your webline. Being tossed around like a ragdoll was incredibly disorienting, but at least your insulated suit prevented you from feeling the wind-chill as Drago brought you higher and higher into the air. Any chance he got, the Vulture would slam you into a wall or obstacle in an effort to throw you off, but you were determined to see this mission through.

At some point, he flew in a straight line long enough for you to catch up with him. He had either underestimated you, or he was starting to get dizzy himself. Either way, you weren't going to complain.

As soon as you were able, you grabbed him by the collar, turned him around and started driving your fist into the side of his face. Each punch seemed to damage the airtight seal of his beak-like mask, because spiderweb cracks now littered the reinforced glass, air hissing through them as Drago weezed in pain.

That didn't stop you, though. You kept on punching, violently rocking his head back with each blow. This guy's been a thorn in your side for too long. If it wasn't for him, you might still be getting jobs from Tombstone. You might've been able to stay off of S.H.I.E.L.D's radar. And not to mention, he very nearly killed the best friend that you've ever had.

What will you do with him?

>Use your Mark to blow his friggin' head off!
>Knock him out, web him to the side of a building and retake Slip from him.
>Hop into his back and try to steer him towards Silvermane's base. That ought to save you some time.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5280284
>>Hop into his back and try to steer him towards Silvermane's base. That ought to save you some time.
Then
>Knock him out, web him to the side of a building and retake Slip from him.
Let's take the video-game approach by stripping is wing, web him up, call shield for pickup, and don't get concerned wether they make it in time to catch him.
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>>5280284
>>5280287 +1
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>>5280287
+1
HOWEVER
last time we took vulture tech to our home base we got raided.
while they'd be able to track down the place where Silvio is gonna keep Slip, we don't have to hand out the coordinates on a silver platter
So only steer him in maybe Silvios general territory.
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>>5280287
+1
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>>5280287
+1 BUT what >>5280304 said about learning our lesson from last time
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>>5280284
>Knock him out, web him to the side of a building and retake Slip from him.
>But teach him a lesson first, break a few bones here and there.
You don't need to be nice to not kill.
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>>5280326
I like this
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>>5280150
Nigger.

>>5280233
Lying nigger.

>>5280284
>Use your Mark to blow his friggin' head off!
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>>5280284
>Use your Mark to blow his friggin' head off!
>Knock him out, web him to the side of a building and retake Slip from him.
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>>5280287
>>5280296
>>5280304
>>5280315
>>5280321
>>5280326
>>5280399
>>Hop into his back and try to steer him towards Silvermane's base. That ought to save you some time.
Then
>Knock him out, web him to the side of a building and retake Slip from him.
>Call Hill for pickup
>Break a few bones
>Ditch the ride when you get close enough to Silvermane's territory

Taking these. Writing...
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You pulled your fist back for another punch…and then immediately thought better of it. You had a much better use for this guy.

You spun him around, hopped onto his back and snagged both wings with your webs. He struggled against you, but could ultimately do nothing as you proceeded to steer him in the direction that you wanted him to travel in.

"Follow me! We're headed back to the base." you shouted over the comm.

"Are you seriously riding that thing?" Prowler asked, an incredulous tone to his voice.

You fought back the urge to point out his incidental innuendo in favor of adopting a more...professional attitude.

"It sure beats walking!" you proclaimed, earning you a laugh from Felicia.

"Man, Callisto was right about you. You are crazy." Glass put in.

"Having second thoughts?" you asked.

He let out a brief snort. "Nah. If anything, it makes me feel more at home. If you want to fit in at Xavier's, you have to be at least a little bit crazy." he said.

You were sure that Flint probably had something to contribute to the conversation, but it was hard for him to talk when he was scattering his particles in order to keep up with you.

—-----

As you were nearing Silvermane's territory, you began to consider the possibility that someone might be able to track you based on the energy readings that come off of these suits. It's happened before, and you're pretty sure that it can happen again.

While that might just be the paranoid part of you talking, you figure that you'd much rather be paranoid than sorry when you run right into a trap.

So, you decided to ditch your current ride and go the rest of the way using your own ability.

You clubbed Drago on the back of the head, ending his 10 minute long rant and knocking him out cold. You quickly lost altitude as his body went limp, so you wasted no time in tearing Slip from his grasp and grabbing Drago by the collar so he didn't fall to his death. Even if you thought that he deserved it.

After setting Slip down somewhere safe, you webbed Drago to the side of a building, called notified Hill on your pager and left the big buzzard hanging there.

But…not before breaking a few bones here and there. Just to make sure that he couldn't get away if S.H.I.E.L.D didn't get here in time. It'll also serve as a reminder. The next time he came for you, he wouldn't be walking away unscathed.

—-------

Once you'd made it into Silvermane's territory, you had a much easier time traversing the urban terrain. Your pursuers were promptly halted by maggia forces, and there weren't nearly as many bullets flying past you as there once had been. But even then, your spider sense was still buzzing. It was a constant presence in the back of your mind. A bad feeling that wouldn't go away. But it wasn't a danger to you in particular. Not exactly, anyway.

(Cont.)
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No. The real danger was something that you had been approaching for some time now. The danger…was coming from the direction of Silvermane's base, you realized. And that's when you received the call.

—-----

By the time you'd arrived, you could already tell that something had gone seriously wrong. Almost everywhere you looked, men of varying allegiances lay dead or unconscious. According to the last minute information that you'd received, this was the work of Halfstep and Foxhole.

Halfstep was something of a teleporter. His name was a pun, based on his height and his ability. He was always a half-step too short, and a half-step ahead of everybody. He was the one who made this infiltration possible at all.

Once he had learned that you were the ones that had Slip, the guy decided to take a gamble, and beat you to your base before you could link up with Silvermane. He and Foxhole took out his personal guards, and the rest of their crew rolled in to take advantage of the chaos.

Now, he was holding the maggia boss and his daughter hostage. It went without saying that he wanted Slip in exchange for your employer's life.

The question was: What are you going to do about it?

>Send someone inside as a diversion, while you sneak behind the two mercs.
>They're bluffing. Take them head on! They can't fight you by themselves!
>Accept their deal. You don't want a dead maggia don and his kid's life hanging over your head.
>Try to negotiate.(Write-in.)
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5280463
>They're bluffing. Take them head on! They can't fight you by themselves!
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>>5280468
Rock paper scissors wins all
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>>5280468
>Send someone inside as a diversion, while you sneak behind the two mercs.
>Try to negotiate.(Write-in.)
>We need to see Silvermane and his daughter to believe them.
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>>5280468
we get this information through a phonecall, right? so they don't know where exactly we are for the moment.
how in-control are they of the facility already?
if they are in total control we don't just risk Silvio's and Saya's lives but all the scientists who could help fulfilling our promise to Slip
I'd say
>play along
>send Flint and Slip to the front. (because Flint can take the most direct damage from what we've seen)
>have Flint pretending to cooperate, saying that he was just hired to bring the guy to Silvio and if Silvio wants to trade him for his life that's fine by us.
>while we and Black Cat (the only other one who probably specializes in sneaking around) sneak in from behind
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>>5280468
>>Send someone inside as a diversion, while you sneak behind the two mercs.
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>>5280468
>Head inside with Flint and act as a diversion while the rest of the team sneaks inside
They probably know The Huntsman is a sneaky fuck, so let's switch things up on em.
And even if thing's go tits up, Flint should be fine provided they don't melt him him or something.
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>>5280468

>Try to negotiate.(Write-in.)

>Bluff like we are more mercenary than we are

>"Well if you kill Silvermane or take Slip from us we don't get paid either way so I don't really see whats in it for us.
>We're just mercs. Now that we have the prize we can sell him to Tombstone or Kingpin and cut you out completely.
>Worst case we'll just give him over to some actual heroes that you seem to be mistaking us for. I'm sure Mr. Fantastic can figure this out in like 5 seconds.
>So you can drop the hostage bullshit and maybe get a small 'saved-me-a-headache' consolation prize. Or die. Really, your choice."

Also bring Slip up to speed on our bluff so he doesn't freakout. Do >>5280646 either as insurance or the main plan if he refuses our deal and watch for Halfstep trying to grab Slip and teleporting out.
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Is Flint capable of turning himself into a long, thin stream of sand? If so, we could distract the metas with negotiations while Flint enters the building through a hole in the wall or another similarly tiny entrance. All he has to do then is KO the teleporter and wrap the Silvermanes in a protective casing of hardened sand while we take out the other attackers.
It could be hard if Flint’s already in their full view, though. We might need to pull some sleight of hand to allow him to slip away unnoticed.
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>>5281549
Yes, he is! You're welcome to attempt that.

I'm gonna leave this vote open for a while longer, since most people seem to have different methods of how they want to approach this.

Also, I'm finally back home!
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>>5280468
>>5281549 is a good idea, I'm supporting it
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>>5281626
to get it moving I'll support >>5281549
and disregard my own write-in from my home ip >>5280496
but combine the stuff we babble about to keep them distracted
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>>5281549
+1
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>>5281549
+1
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>>5281549
This basically what I wanted whem I voted here
>>5280487
So support.
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>>5281549
>>5281700
>>5281712
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>>5281783
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>>5280487
Writing...
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It was a tense situation, for sure. Your information was limited, on account of your informant being killed before he could tell you anything more. Considering how there weren’t many ways to travel down to the basement without alerting any guards, you’d be hard-pressed to sneak up on them. But unbeknownst to them, you had a secret weapon on your team.

When you suggested this plan, everyone nodded their approval. Everyone except Flint, of course. Unlike his companions, he was grinning like a madman.

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As the service elevator reached the bottom floor, you and the others weren’t surprised in the slightest when you found multiple guns pointed in your direction. You, Felicia, Prowler and Glass raised your hands, but didn’t show any fear in the face of such overwhelming opposition. Whoever this gang was, they’d managed to momentarily overwhelm the maggia by taking advantage of the abilities of their premier metas.

You calmly exited the elevator and allowed these masked punks to lead you to where Halfstep was. And in typical evil goon fashion, they did exactly that. By the time that they stopped you, you and your crew were standing several meters away from a rather short looking man wearing a zipped up fleece hoodie, stretchy pants, and a non-descript mask. He was holding a blade in one hand and a gun in the other. Silvermane was lying on his knees in front of him, with the aforementioned blade at his throat. Saya was next to him, struggling to look tough with the barrel of a gun pressed firmly to her head.

You didn’t see Foxhole anywhere. Or at least, you didn’t see anyone that matched her description. She must be hiding around here somewhere.

After a brief glance around the room, you returned your gaze to Halfstep. You had no doubt that he was scrutinizing you as well. But more importantly, there was no way that he hadn’t noticed Slip’s absence.

“I’m not in the mood to play games.” he said, sounding bored as he pressed the blade against your employer’s throat. He winced as the cold steel bit into his flesh, drawing a fresh trickle of blood. Saya seemed to whimper at that. It was faint, but all of you heard it. Halfstep didn’t even flinch.

“Where’s the target?” he asked, not taking his eyes off of you.

“Would you believe me if I said that he got away?” you said with a shrug.

“No.” Halfstep said, not a hint of humor in his tone. “My sources tell me that you entered maggia territory with him in tow. Where did you hide him?”

“I told him to hang back. Didn’t think it was worth risking his life for something this small.” you said easily, gesturing at Silvermane. The maggia don bared his teeth at that. You just hoped that he would buy your bluff. You'd probably have to apologize to Silvio after this.

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Halfstep glanced down at your boss, and then back at you. It was such an inhuman movement. Like he was detached from everything that he was doing. “So you don’t care about Silvermane’s life?” he asked, an inflection of curiosity coming off of his voice. Slowly, his head rotated to the side, bringing his attention to Saya. You swallowed hard.

“And what about his daughter? No love for her, either?” he said, brushing a snow white lock of hair aside with the muzzle of his pistol. It was all little Saya could do to stop from simpering in front of the villain.

Halfstep shook his head and gave you a “tut tut”. “You’re not nearly as cold as I’ve been led to believe, Huntsman.” he said, sounding mildly amused. “Do you really expect me to believe that you would bother coming down here in the first place if you didn’t care about either of their lives? And now that you’ve come down here without Slip, you and your friends no longer have a bargaining chip. You have no leverage.”

You bit your lip and searched for something else to say, but Halfstep was already turning away from you. “We’re done negotiating, Huntsman. I refuse to waste time playing hide and seek. Instead, I’ll make this next bargain to you, Slip. Wherever you may be.” he shouted, letting his unexpectedly booming voice bounce off of the walls. “If you surrender to me now, I promise to release you as soon as I can remove the suit. It’s bonded to you on a molecular level, isn’t it?” he asked.

There was no answer, but he kept talking anyway. “The maggia would sooner kill you than waste the time necessary to remove the suit painlessly. Whatever they promised you, I can assure you that they are only looking out for themselves.” he said.

Your eyes drifted to the left, ever so slightly, and you were heartened to see a line of golden sand inching towards the short man. Soundlessly, it was pooling around his feet, reaching up to encompass the hostages. Halfstep was too busy scanning his surroundings for Slip to notice. But somehow, he seemed to grasp what was going on.

Of course. Foxhole must be on overwatch, gazing down at you from some unseen vantage point. Either that, or one of his subordinates alerted him somehow.

The following events happened in the literal blink of an eye.

Halfstep leveled his gun with Saya’s head and pulled the trigger. But an amorphous limb pushed her out of the way of the bullet’s path. Before he could let out any more shots, a golden hand rose up out of the ground and wrapped itself around the muzzle, smothering the barrel completely. His other arm moved, most likely to slice Silvermane’s throat, but you were already pulling the weapon away from him via webline.

(Cont.)
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You heard the click of countless safeties being removed, and everything slowed to a crawl. You, Felicia, and Prowler ducked as multiple shards of razor sharp glass shot out of his body, flying everywhere that wasn’t currently occupied by an ally or a hostage. Prowler tossed out a couple of flashbangs, and Felicia was using up all of her web bombs to inhibit the enemy’s mobility.

All of this confusion was just enough to allow Flint to encase both Silvermane and Saya within his shifting body. He dragged them off to some corner of the room, and Halfstep let out an angry snarl.

What will you do?

>Tell everyone to get close to you as you cover this entire room in web bombs!
>Ask someone to search for Foxhole.(Who?)
>Relegate someone to deal with the armed guardsmen in the room.(Who?)
>Tag-Team Halfstep!(Who will fight with you?)
>Try to tie Halfstep down with webs, You can't let him get away!
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5282023

>Tell everyone to get close to you as you cover this entire room in web bombs!

Let's cover everything with our hot sticky white stuff!
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>>5282023
>Ask someone to search for Foxhole.(Who?)
Prowler
>Tag-Team Halfstep!(Who will fight with you?)
Felicia and Glass
>Relegate someone to deal with the armed guardsmen in the room.(Who?)
Us using web bombs
I know that's not what the prompts meant, but I'm feeling too lazy to rewrite them
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>>5282023
>Ask someone to search for Foxhole.(Prowler)
>Relegate someone to deal with the armed guardsmen in the room.(Glass)
>Tag-Team Halfstep!(Felicia)
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>>5282040
+1
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>>5282040
+1
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>>5282040
+1
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>>5282040
+1
It’s important to take out Halfstep since he’s probably the only one that can get past Flint’s shield. Foxhole is full of who knows what kinds of weapons and gadgets, sure, but so is Prowler.
I wonder what would happen if Prowler tossed a web bomb into Foxhole’s pocket dimension. Would it gum up everything inside or just disappear?
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>>5282040
>>5282056
>>5282057
>>5282059
>>5282068
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
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Rolled 70 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5282073
Maximum Spider
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Rolled 83 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5282073
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5282073
Check this 110.
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>>5282075
>>5282076
>>5282080
Good shit! Taking these. Gonna start writing, but I might have to take a short break for lunch.
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>>5282085
Enjoy! It's a good day for a BLT
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>>5282076
>>5282080
>>5282080
Now imagine if the modifier was -10 instead of +10
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>>5282086
Thanks! It's Ramen today, actually!

>>5282087
The write-in was a big part of that
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>>5282087
*cries in liver blow*
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>>5282127
That bastard Tzeentch is probably lurking in this thread.
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>93

“Prowler, search for Foxhole and flush her out! Glass, take out the rest of these goons! Cat, on me!” you shouted, seamlessly issuing out commands as you leapt towards Halfstep.

He responded by bringing up a submachine gun and unleashing a spray of bullet-fire in your direction. You and Cat both narrowly avoided his projectiles, flanking him from both sides. You glued the barrel shut, and Felicia raised a claw to slash his stomach open. She backed up when he raised his blade in self defense, but you didn’t waver in your advance.

You grabbed the arm that was holding the knife and gripped it hard, hearing his bones creaking and his muscles straining under the pressure. He dropped his gun and thrust his free arm forward. In the blink of an eye, his knife disappeared and reappeared in his unrestrained hand. You moved out of the way just in time to avoid being stabbed in the chest. With his other arm freed, he willed a spherical device to appear in his gloved hand. Your eyes widened when you recognized it.

“WEB BOMB!” you called out, jumping away from him as he reeled back to toss it at you. But he never got the chance. Felicia grabbed a nearby chair and threw it at his head. His arms moved instinctively to protect his face, and he unconsciously let go of stolen web bomb, letting it fall the floor behind him.

For a brief second, all of you stared at it warily, before scattering to avoid the ensnaring trap that would inevitably erupt from it. Halfstep just teleported away, while you and Felicia were forced to take cover.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Prowler pursuing a woman with blazing red hair, tied up into a tight braid. She was wearing a tan leather jacket, a blouse with a deeply cut V-neck that was barely containing her sizable bust, and a pair of tight leopard-print pants. You assumed that that was Foxhole. You were glad to see that Prowler had tracked her down as fast as he did. Almost as glad as you were to see the villainess turn her back to you. She had one of the best asses that you’d ever seen! It was no wonder that she wore pants that tight.

While you were fixated on her rear end, you’d almost missed her slipping her hand into a black hole on her chest. It sort of reminded you of those acme traps that the Wile E. Coyote would use in those old Looney Tunes shorts.

Her arm sank inside the hole up to her wrist, before she pulled out a stack of disk-like gadgets. She smiled a predatory grin and tossed them in Prowler’s direction. Given that they were both on a catwalk, Prowler’s only option was to run straight.

The disks seemed to slow in mid-air, their sharp edges projecting crimson disks that were at least twice as wide as the actual gadget. These beams sliced through any object that they came in contact with, and when your business partner decided to dive over the edge rather than risk getting cut in half, your opinion of him being a smart individual was further reinforced.

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As he plummeted towards the ground, he raised his wrist and fired a grappling hook at the bottom of the walkway. He was sorely disappointed when one of the disks circled back around and sliced the cable clean in two. His eyes went wide, and he reached into his utility belt to toss something else in her direction. They were dark gray projectiles that slightly resembled bottle caps. When they made contact with the metal grate, they stuck fast and beeped twice. Foxhole’s smile disappeared, and she started running in the same direction that she had been before. The metal caps detonated, and the sheer force of the explosion shook the entire catwalk, throwing Foxhole off balance, and ultimately, over the edge, right along with Prowler. Both of them fell, but you weren’t able to see the end result.

At this point, Silvermane’s men had recovered, grabbed some weapons, and were fighting right alongside Glass. With all the flying glass shards and bullets, you were having some trouble locating Halfstep. That was, until Flint sent him flying with a punch that probably should’ve killed him. But he just got back up like nothing happened.

Before he could try to recapture the maggia don and his daughter, you and Cat were already on him again. The two of you traded blows with him, avoiding his lethal, hidden weapons, and struggling against his annoying ability. With so many weapons laying on the ground, he had a seemingly endless arsenal at his disposal. Combine that with Foxhole’s ability, and it was no wonder why these two were a deadly team. The only reason that you remotely stood a chance was because of the Prowler dogged persistence in keeping the two of them separate. She’d toss him a weapon every now and again, but the three of you did your best to shut that down as soon as possible.

His ability to teleport beside his companion and trade places with her in order to mix up their combinations didn’t make this task any easier.

Luckily for you, the fight was decided when Max managed to sneak behind Foxhole and shock her with a high voltage cable. The jolt incapacitated her, and distracted Halfstep long enough for you to deliver a punch tat cracked against his jaw and put him flat on his ass.

After that, all that was left was the cleanup.

—------

Once you’d made sure that your employers were safe, you finished off the rest of the enemy’s forces and tied up the two mercs that you’d just defeated. You kept them separate, just in case Halfstep decided to try something smart. A steady, low voltage current was running through the teleporter, somehow, inhibiting his ability to jump accurately. How Max knew anything about this was beyond you, but you appreciated the assist. What you did find strange was the engineer’s insistence on being paid for his extra services. That earned him a scowl from Silvrmane, but he didn’t voice his complaints.

A dry chuckle drew everyone’s attention back to Halfstep, and more than a few guns turned in his direction.

(Cont.)
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“What’s so funny?” Flint asked, clearly agitated by this whole ordeal.

A swift kick to the face from one of Silvermane’s subordinates had the teleporter coughing, but he didn’t stop laughing. “Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about the surprise visitor that you’re about to get.” he said.

“You’ve got backup coming?” Prowler asked.

Halfstep shook his head. “They're not with me. I noticed them on the way here. Right about now, they’re probably taking out your backup and marching in this direction.”

You silently pondered who this new challenger might be, but you didn’t have to wait long. Silvermane’s lip curled and he grimaced at the teleporter.

“Kingpin.”

Now the entire room was silent. Everyone except Halfstep was practically vibrating with nervous energy.

“And I hear he’s let Typhoid Mary on the loose. She’ll probably be here in, oh…a little under 20 minutes.” he said.

You exchanged glances with your team, Silvermane and some of the maggia members that you befriended over this past week. None of you wanted to face someone as fearsome as the Kingpin. While he almost certainly wouldn’t be coming here himself, you can’t imagine that he would cheap out on enforcers for something this important.

“Now, you can either stand here, piss yourselves, and get murdered when they come knocking on your door…” Halfstep continued. “Or…you can let me go, and I can get you all out of here.”

There was a major uproar about that. And yet…you couldn’t refute the sensibility of the plan. Could it be possible that he’s just bluffing in an attempt to double cross you? Can you really afford to explore that possibility? You might be able to remove Slip’s suit before they arrive, but nothing good ever came out of rushing when super advanced tech was involved.

“We can’t just leave!” Max argued. “All of our equipment is here, and we need it to remove the suit.”

“Then we’ll take that too.” Halfstep promised, not looking at the engineer as he spoke. “My girl has an infinite storage unit in her chest, remember?”

That declaration didn’t seem to set anyone at ease. You needed a plan, and you needed one now. Slip was still hiding somewhere around here, just in case Halfstep tried something. It was probably a good call, considering how you weren't sure how well Silvermane would receive your plea for mercy.

(Cont.)
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What will you do?

>Take his offer. (Let Halfstep teleport you away from here.)
>Stay and try to remove the suit before they arrive.
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces.
>Send someone to delay the Kingpin’s forces.(Who?)
>Call in backup.(Who?)
>Have Felicia and Saya make some quick adjustments to your suit so you can impersonate Slip and act as a decoy.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5282150
>Knock him out, no one runs off.
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces.
>Call in backup.(Anastasia, The Toomes, Callisto)
Anyone has more ideas?
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>>5282150
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces
If it’s Typhoid Mary we’re worried about, we could possibly stall her by running out to meet her halfway and offer her that one-on-one showdown she was so salty about not getting, assuming wasn’t just angry about her bet going tits up. After all, she DID get herself put on timeout because she stabbed the ref over it…
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>>5282170
This is a good idea.
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>>5282173
>This is a good idea.
I very much doubt it, not least of which because it relies on us making a LOT of assumptions in an attempt to bait what seems to be the fucking boogeyman of criminal mercenaries into trying to kill us. But it is definitely AN idea, one which suits our maverick tendencies and could possibly pay off depending on how we play it.
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>>5282150
>Stay and try to remove the suit before they arrive.
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces.
>Knock him out, he is to crafty to trust.
Maybe if you didn't do the whole threat thing I wouldn't believe this is a double cross.
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>>5282164
supporting
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>>5282204
+1
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Hey guys! I'm gonna leave this vote open for a little while longer, since I won't be able to update today. I'll see about combining votes tomorrow morning.
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>>5282150
>Take his offer
Let's go for a bumpy ride
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>>5282150
>Stay and try to remove the suit before they arrive.
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces.
>Have Felicia and Saya make some quick adjustments to your suit so you can impersonate Slip and act as a decoy.
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>>5282164
>>5282644
>>5282170
>>5282173
>>5282204
>>5283155
>>5283473
>Knock him out, no one runs off.
>Stay and try to remove the suit before they arrive.
>Offer to delay the Kingpin’s forces.
Taking these.

Sorry for the delay. Since you guys are going to delay Kingpin's forces, who will you be bringing with you? Are you going alone, or will you be bringing along the whole team?

And before you ask, yes, I should've done this earlier!
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>>5284027
>Keep the whole team on location to hold off Kingpin's forces until you can get the suit off Slip.
>Coordinate with Prowler and Felicia to set up some traps before Kingpin's forces actually breach the perimeter
>Advise Silvermane that he should probably be telling his men to get into position
>Suggest that maybe Saya should hide somewhere till this is all over
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>>5284027
Army of two shit with sandman out front. Have Prowler and Cat make it hell with as many traps and ambushes as they can for anyone who gets past us. Glass will hold the line as our last line of defense.
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>>5284047
Okay now that I look at my post...too many options?
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>>5284050
This sounds good.
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>>5284050
>>5284066
I'll be taking these. Writing...
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Before he could say another word, you walked over and brought your fist down against the side of his head. His body crumpled to the floor, and the room went silent once more. All eyes were on you.

You turned to address them, taking in every expression as you did. “No one’s running. If you need time, we’ll buy you time.” you declared. That statement elicited more than a few gasps and murmurs from the maggia. Black Cat was giving you an unreadable expression, and Prowler seemed to be doing some complex mental calculations. Flint looked uneasy, but his being virtually indestructible made him more eager to take on the Kingpin than the men around him. And Glass, to his credit, didn’t seem to lose his cool. Either he hadn’t heard about Mary’s reputation, or he simply didn’t care.

All talk of you being a crazy person died down when you called Slip down to join you in the bunker. Now, everyone’s eyes were on him. And so were their guns.

Slip didn’t move. His gaze traveled between you and Silvermane, but you were incapable of gauging his reaction when he was wearing that almost featureless mask.

He wasn’t a huge fan of staying behind, especially when you were bringing your whole team with you to take on the Kingpin’s forces. You had, after all, promised to protect him from Silvermane and his cronies. But when presented with the alternative, he found himself taking comfort in having the maggia at his back.

Silvermane didn’t sound all too happy when you brought up the idea of sparing Slip’s life, but he was eternally grateful to you for diffusing the hostage situation, so he agreed to shelve the issue until you got back.

The maggia don started barking orders at his men, helping them get their asses in gear and start preparing the equipment. Unfortunately a good chunk of the lab techs were taken out during the assault, and there were only two left that even remotely knew what they were doing. They were Max Dillon, and a scientist that you hadn’t met before named Owen Reece. He was a slender man with wild, untamed brown hair that almost looked like it should belong on an 80’s rocker. A brief exchange taught you that Owen was pretty damn bad at talking to people. But what he lacked in social skills, he made up for in brain power. That was all you needed to know.

—------

While Silvermane’s boys were scrambling around the room, you pulled your team into a private little corner and had another meeting of your own. When you pitched your idea of what your lineup should look like, Felicia’s face seemed to brighten a bit. She wasn’t a huge fan of being put on the front lines, but she and Prowler were both capable of utilizing ambush tactics and the like. They took most of the remaining web bombs and adapted them to make use of tripwires, motion sensors, timers and remote detonators.

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Glass seemed a bit put off when you asked him to be the last line of defense, but he quickly schooled his expression. He probably thought Flint deserved the position, and he was probably right. The big lug could do more damage than any of you combined, and could effectively fight for as long as he wanted to without taking any meaningful damage. And that was exactly why you wanted him on the front lines, pumping out damage and being an indestructible force of nature if everything went to shit.

Flint was delighted at the idea of fighting beside you. It had been a while, and you could both use the exercise.

—--------

15 minutes later, you and Flint were standing in the middle of an abandoned street, with dead cars standing on either side of you. In the distance, you spotted multiple armored vehicles rolling down the street, plowing through cars and just about everything in their path. Neither of you moved as they approached your position and came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.

Dozens of armed men in pristine black and white suits filed out of the vehicles, pointing their weapons at you and fanning out to cover every angle. Their eyes were scanning the area, looking for any rooftop snipers or traps that you might have laid. They wouldn’t find any until they managed to get past you.

Just then, a familiar redhead stepped out of the truck, giving you more than enough time to appreciate her long, fishnet clad legs. She slammed the door behind her, letting her eyes drift between you and Flint. There was a mad look to those eyes, and something…predatory, you thought. A wicked grin spread across her half painted face and she opened her arms wide, straining the fabric of her open jacket, and drawing your eyes to her barely concealed breasts and the tattoo on her stomach.

“Huntsman! What’re you doing out here?” she asked, as if she were meeting up with an old friend. The twin katanas strapped to her back reminded you that this wasn’t a friendly visit.

You shrugged. “Nothing much. Just out for a walk. You?” you said conversationally.

She placed her hands on her flared hips and raised an eyebrow at you. “Nothing much. Just out for a midnight drive.” she said, returning your shrug and bringing your attention back to her chest. As much as you hated to admit it, the boogeyman of the criminal underworld was looking downright sexy tonight. “It’s an awfully dangerous time for you boys to be out here all by yourselves. Why don’t you let me escort you home, and we can have this little pow-wow at another time?” she offered.

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Or…you can follow me home and we can have that ‘pow-wow’ tonight.”
>”Actually, I was hoping to run into you out here. Heard you were upset that we never got an official Crucible match. Why don’t we settle that problem, right here and now?”(Challenge Mary/Set the terms of your challenge)
>”Sure thing. But before I go, here’s a little something to remember me by!”(Throw every web bomb that you have left!)
>”Aww, but my buddy here is a huge fan of yours. He was hoping to get your autograph.”(Send Flint at them)
>”Is it that late already?”(Pretend to check your watch, and fire your hidden gun at her exposed chest.)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5284209
>”Actually, I was hoping to run into you out here. Heard you were upset that we never got an official Crucible match. Why don’t we settle that problem, right here and now?”(Challenge Mary/Set the terms of your challenge)
>One on one, whoever loses has to back off. Everything is allowed except killing permanent injuries.
>But she should make sure that kingpin's hold off the attack first. She wouldn't want them to interrupt or make one of us tap out early, would you?
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>>5284209
Or…you can follow me home and we can have that ‘pow-wow’ tonight.”
I like this banter
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>>5284209
>>”Aww, but my buddy here is a huge fan of yours. He was hoping to get your autograph.”(Send Flint at them)
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>>5284209
>"Aw, don't think that when I take you home we wouldn't have a pow-wow. But why wait so long?"
>”Actually, I was hoping to run into you out here. Heard you were upset that we never got an official Crucible match. Why don’t we settle that problem, right here and now?”(Challenge Mary/Set the terms of your challenge)
>"Let's do it like the ancients did. To avoid blodshed have two champions fight instead."
>"Me and you. Fist to fist. No scratching, no biting, no killing nor maiming."
>"Loser backs off, winner- well, they win."
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>>5284209
>”Actually, I was hoping to run into you out here. Heard you were upset that we never got an official Crucible match. Why don’t we settle that problem, right here and now?”(Challenge Mary/Set the terms of your challenge)
>1-on-1, no holds barred.
>Appeal to her bloodlust.
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>>5284222
Support
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>>5284222
>>5284290
Taking these. Writing...
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“Actually, I was hoping to run into you out here. I heard that you were pretty upset that we never got an official Crucible match. Why don’t we settle that problem, right here and now?” you declared.

A playful grin danced along her features as she tapped an index finger to her ruby red lips. You found yourself staring at them as she spoke. “Very tempting! But yes, it’s true. I was…slightly miffed that they stopped the fight before it was REALLY over.” she agreed, a shadow passing over her face for a brief moment, before shaking her head and readopting her cheerful smile. “What’re your terms?”

“One on one. Whoever loses has to back off. Everything other than lethal injuries is allowed.” you proposed.

Mary’s smile was showing teeth now. She was practically shaking with excitement. “Soooooo, I can do whatever I want, so long as I don’t kill ya?” she asked, whipping out her swords without hesitation. “That sounds-!”

You held up a hand to stop her. “But…” you continued. “I need you to call your boys off for this one. You wouldn’t want them to interrupt or cause one of us to tap out early, would you?”

Typhoid turned to glare at her subordinates like they had just walked in on the two of you making out and were ruining the mood. She let out a snarl and jerked her head to the side. They looked angry, their faces filled with disbelief as they opened their mouths to protest her decision. But something in her eyes persuaded them against that decision. With wide, glassy eyes and mouths agape, Kingpin’s men lowered their weapons and took several steps back.

She returned her gaze to you, that friendly smile on her face once more, and raised her swords in a battle-ready position.

“Whenever you’re ready, darling.” she said in a sultry voice that tickled some primal part of your brain.

What will you do?

>Snatch her swords away from her and glue them to the ground.
>Unleash all of your web bombs at once!
>Get in close and hit her with an explosive Mark!
>Lean into your spider sense and embarrass her by repeatedly dodging her sword strikes.
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5284355
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.
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>>5284355
>>Lean into your spider sense and embarrass her by repeatedly dodging her sword strikes.
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>>5284355
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.
>lay down some web tripwires while she’s blinded.
We should turn the battlefield to our advantage. Even if she avoids them, the implied threat will be enough to make her hesitate before trying anything. Like hell am I going to risk some fancy shit like embarrassing her. Tzeench is still here, I can fee it.
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>>5284355
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.
NOBODY EXPECTS THE SOLAR FLARE!
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>>5284355
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.
>Snatch her swords away from her and glue them far away.
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>>5284375
>Tzeench is still here, I can feel it
That which has been touched by the Weaver of Fates can never be UNtouched…
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>>5284359
>>5284375
>>5284399
>>5284454
>Activate your special lenses and blind Mary with the Flashbang variation of your Mark.

Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5284486
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5284486
Low roll coming through
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Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5284486
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>>5284489
>>5284491
>>5284502
Writing...
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>72

You lunged forward, pushing off the ground with incredible force in order to catapult yourself towards the redheaded enforcer. You brought up your hands, and for some reason, she brought up her swords to block your attack instead of retaliating or trying to beat you out with her superior range.

Your hands flashed, and you quickly switched over to your alternative vision setting. At that point, you didn’t so much see the surge of light as you felt it. It was a warmth that washed over your hands and bathed your face. And in response, Mary…flipped her swords around and tried to use the reflection of the surprise attack to blind you!

You didn’t see the light that reflected off of it, but you were sure that that was what she was trying to do. The action was so similar to what Snowsnake had tried to do that you nearly got your head chopped off trying to figure out why she reacted the way that she did. She couldn’t have possibly known what you were going to do. You haven’t used this move often enough for anyone to come up with a way to counter it.

When your feet touched the ground again, you were already ducking another swing. Even without her eyes, Mary seemed to have a good idea of where you were at all times.

You shot a quick webline at her exposed chest, and she severed the line almost as fast. However, she wasn’t quite fast enough to prevent you from pulling her closer to you. You raised your leg to catch her with a high kick, only to receive a kick from Mary herself as soon as she was within range!

Both of you pushed off of one another as soon as your feet made contact with the chest of your respective opponent. It was such a bizarre interaction that you were momentarily dumbfounded. You stared at Mary, and she kept smiling, blinking bleary eyes and rubbing at them with her jacket’s sleeves.

“What a rush!” she declared, seemingly not offended by your dirty trick.

Not wanting to give her time to recover, you leapt into the air, shot a webline at the ground near her feet and pulled yourself towards her in order to quickly close the distance.

Mary sent an insanely telegraphed swing in your direction and you twisted in mid-air to avoid it. But for some reason, your spider sense was practically screaming at you.

You couldn’t figure it out. You could literally see the attack. It was slow, clunky and super easy to avoid so long as you knew it was coming. It felt like an amateurish move, at best. But then again, Mary wasn’t an amateur by any means. So why did this feel like…bait.

Too late, you felt an intense heat enveloping your body. Your suit’s insulation only made it feel that much more unbearable.

Not wanting to take any further damage, you quickly readjusted your trajectory and swung away from the danger, giving Mary a swift kick to the jaw as a parting blow. When you were out of harm's way, you switched back to your normal vision, and saw fire. Nothing but fire.

(Cont.)
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Hazy, orange pillars rose up out of the ground, towering above you and trapping you in an arena of fire. The sweltering heat that wafted off of the walls was downright suffocating, and you couldn’t help but gape at the redhead that was at the center of it all. The flames seemed to dance around her, weaving through her hair and fingers as she hummed a gentle tune. She was like a pyromaniacal Snow White!

Absently, she massaged the area where you’d kicked her in the face. Her tongue snaked out, slid over her soft, rosy red lips and lapped up a trickle of fresh blood.

You shook your head vigorously. Something was seriously wrong with you right now. You very nearly got roasted alive because this visual setting wasn’t too good at picking out thermal readings. It only kept track of physical objects and how they moved.

“I’ve got some tricks of my own. Wanna see?” she asked, that wicked smile back on her face again.

You could hear Flint’s voice through the wall of fire, but it was difficult to figure out any of what he was saying. You were effectively cut off from using anything useful in your environment.

What will you do?

>Grab Mary and throw her out of the arena.
>Propel yourself towards Mary with an explosive Mark and deliver a devastating series of strikes.
>Get to higher ground and start sniping her with web projectiles at a distance.
>Encase Mary in webbing and pummel her relentlessly while she fights her way out.
>Put out the surrounding fires with your web bombs.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5284579
>"Look, I appreciate the lightshow and all, but this is getting to be a bit of a fire hazard."
>Put out the surrounding fires with your web bombs.
Quipping is mandatory.
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>>5284579
>Encase Mary in webbing
And then
>Throw her out of the arena
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>>5284596
Support
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>>5284579
I want to get her engine running, horny is one hell of a distraction.
>Fight in the Ring of Fire
>Encase Mary in webbing and pummel her relentlessly while she fights her way out.
If we have too then this
>>5284596
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>>5284579
>>Propel yourself towards Mary with an explosive Mark and deliver a devastating series of strikes.
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>>5284579
>Encase Mary in webbing and pummel her relentlessly while she fights her way out.
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>>5284579
>Propel yourself towards Mary with an explosive Mark and deliver a devastating series of strikes.
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>>5284579
>Encase Mary in webbing and pummel her relentlessly while she fights her way out.
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>>5284601
>>5284723
>>5284843
>>5284955
>Encase Mary in webbing and pummel her relentlessly while she fights her way out.

Running low on sleep, so I'm gonna try and grab a few hours.

In the meantime, Roll 1d100-5, bo3! I'll start writing when I wake up again.
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Rolled 91 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5285003
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Rolled 93 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5285003
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Rolled 29 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5285003
Surely I can't ruin this
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>>5285013
you gave it your best job, and that's what counts
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>>5285005
>>5285012
>>5285013
Damn! Where were these numbers during the Crucible rematch?

Also sorry for oversleeping! Gonna start writing after I finish eating.
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>>5285076
It'll be fun when Spider-Gwen does eventually show up in the future. The waifu wars are gonna be on a whole other level
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>88

You weren’t in the mood to wait and see what exactly she had in store for you. Instead, you decided to completely encase her in webbing. Which was, if you were being entirely honest, easier said than done. Whenever you were starting to pile it on, she would start burning and slicing at it. And there was another thing. Somehow, your aim felt…off tonight. At random intervals, you would miss some of your weblines and web-shots. It was simultaneously humbling and baffling to you, because…well, you never really miss that often anymore. It’s not a humble brag or a flex. It’s just a fact. You’ve always been a good shot, but that spider bite seemed to take it to 11.

At some point, you had to accept that Mary was somehow throwing you off your game. It honestly felt like she was curving them in mid-air, which was impressive in its own right, considering how your webs had a travel speed comparable to a bullet. All of this, of course, made it that much harder to accomplish your plan, but it wasn’t impossible.

First, you decided that getting closer to her would give her far less room to work with when it came to deflecting your webs. And you were right. She seemed to struggle a lot more when you brought yourself within range of her fire and swords, which…admittedly introduced additional wrinkles to your plan. But your ability to lock down her movements seemed to make up for that. She was less proficient at burning the webs off of her feet, keeping her firmly rooted in place as jumped in and out of combat.

You’d bait out her swings, barely avoiding the edge and tip of her swords, and deal as much damage as you could without getting seriously burned or disemboweled in the process. Even if she didn’t show it in her expression, you could tell that Mary was growing increasingly frustrated. Personally, you were impressed that she was still standing at this point. You’d hit her in the head enough times to knock out Tombstone(probably), but she was persistent in her desire to not lose this fight.

Eventually, she staggered, and the walls of flame just sort of…winked out. You and the rest of the spectators were looking around in confusion, until you heard a violent crunching sound from the armored car that Mary had gotten out of.

All of a sudden, hundreds of shards of metal and thick glass flew off of the vehicle like a flock of birds, circling Mary as she rose into the air slightly. You reflexively covered your face and backed away from her, not willing to get eviscerated for your efforts. When the storm of shrapnel had finally subsided, all that was left was a golem of metal and glass shards standing in the middle of the road.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” said Mary, her voice echoing throughout the makeshift suit of armor that she’d hastily constructed. “I haven’t had this much fun in a while!”

(Cont.)
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She raised her swords once more and prepared to advance. The red flames that had once danced along the surface of her blades suddenly shifted in color, changing from a flickering orange flame to a raging azure inferno. You couldn’t see her mouth anymore, but her eyes seemed to be smiling.

“Personally, I’d rather grab a few drinks and do karaoke. But to each their own.” you shrugged, silently praying that you wouldn’t pass out from heat exhaustion.

What will you do?

>Grab a nearby light pole and smack her around with it!
>Pick up an armored car and throw it at her!
>Generate a series of explosive Marks to blow all of her armor away!
>Glue her to the ground by using all of your web bombs at once!
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5285329
>Generate a series of explosive Marks to blow all of her armor away!
It sounds funny.
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>>5285329
>>Grab a nearby light pole and smack her around with it!
I'm fucking invincible!
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>>5285329
>Glue her to the ground by using all of your web bombs at once!
>Pick up an armored car and throw it at her!
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>>5285329
>>Grab a nearby light pole and smack her around with it!
>>Pick up an armored car and throw it at her!
I'd vote for the Big Bukkake option but alas I am 1/8 Jew and those bombs come in limited supply.
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>>5285338
Support
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>>5285329
>Generate a series of explosive Marks to blow all of her armor away!
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>>5285338
+1
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>>5285338
>>5285434
>>5285479
>>5285533
Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5285538
SATAN
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5285538
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5285538
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>>5285568
Clutch as fuck
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>>5285642
Watch it have to be 80+to succeed
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>>5285539
>>5285541
>>5285568
My apologies, friends! I'm gonna see if I can finish writing this update at work. It's supposed to be a slow night, so here's hoping. At the earliest, I'll be able to post it when I get home tomorrow morning.
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>79

You and Mary just stood there rooted in place for what felt like an eternity. You would've liked to say that it was deathly quiet, but the ones who were observing the fight were either cheering, complaining about the damage to their car or making wild speculations about who would win. Flint was definitely part of the former, cheering you on like he was at a baseball game.

You shut all of those noises out and focused purely on Mary. Her eyes narrowed slightly, before they were completely covered by a thick panel made of broken glass shards. She moved forward an inch, and before you knew it, the two of you were flying at each other!

You ducked a swing, delivered a punch to her gut and detonated the explosive mark that you'd placed on her at the point of contact. A deafening crack filled the air as the metal flashed under the sudden burst of heat and pressure. Mary was blown backwards, and you used that momentum to place even more Marks on her body. She was suddenly bombarded by remotely detonated explosions, being blown back and forth as if she were being besieged on all angles.

The punch you sent hurtling towards her face was a normal one, since you weren't planning on blowing her head off. And yet, it was still powerful enough to smash her makeshift helmet like an egg shell. Red hair went flying as her head whipped back, giving you an opportunity to target her limbs with precise strikes. With each and every blow, metal and glass went flying. Some of it came back to reform into makeshift armor, and some of it just came flying back at you in the form of razor sharp projectiles.

You were placed in a rather difficult position. Pouring on the damage stopped her from swinging those swords at you or tossing random fireballs, but on the other hand, the more you damaged her armor, the more she was able to send it back at you. And it was next to impossible to avoid something at point blank range with the potential to track you through the air. Any time spent dodging just gives her more to rebuild her defenses. There was more than enough metal in your surroundings to sustain her until you bled to death from the countless cuts that you had suffered up until now.

“BENNY!”

You whirled around, searching for Flint…but found nothing. You could’ve sworn that you’d heard him-

A white hot pain surged from your flank, and you cried out in pain as your nerves were set alight! You jumped back reflexively, feeling a sharp edge grinding against your ribs. Any closer, and it might’ve slipped right between them.

You staggered back, clutching at your side, and staring in horror at the red liquid staining your hand and running down between your fingers. You looked back at Mary, who was actually licking the blood off of her blade. It should’ve been gross, but you found it strangely arousing. There was definitely something wrong with you.

(Cont.)
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“Your mind is so loud.” Mary said, a puzzled expression on her face. “You’ve got…alarm bells blaring in there, non-stop! I turned them off for you. Hope you don’t mind.”

Your blood ran cold as you pondered the ramifications of that statement. She knows about your spider sense. And she just…turned it off!? Can she do that!?

Considering how you just ate that last attack, it certainly seems plausible. But if that’s the case, then this fight was no longer in your favor. You would have to end this quickly.

Apparently, Mary thought the same, because all of a sudden, she crossed her arms in front of her face and pulled them apart once more. A storm of jagged metal and razor sharp glass shards flew in your direction as she shattered her own armor. Your heart stopped, and time slowed to a crawl as you began to move.

You avoided the projectiles to the best of your ability, maneuvering your limbs and positioning your extremities with the utmost care and precision that your graceful movements afforded you. It could almost be called graceful, but without your spider-sense, that still meant that you were becoming a human pin cushion.

Glass and metal shards embedded themselves into your arms as you blocked your face, sliced your legs open where your suit wasn’t armored, and sank into insulated portions of your chest. It was all you could to avoid be fileted right then and there. At the very least, you did a very decent job of minimizing the potential damage.

You gritted your teeth, fighting through the pain as you landed back on your feet and rushed back in to clobber Mary. She was surprisingly fast–her blades already moving to intercept you. But you were much faster. Your fist slammed into her now exposed face, sending her flying backwards. She skidded to a halt before she could fall on her ass, and the flames surrounding her began to rise up and lash out at you. You dove through them.

Even as the flickering blaze licked at you exposed flesh, even as the shrapnel dug deeper into your flesh and threatened to slice open a major artery, you kept fighting. Punch after punch, you swung at your opponent with reckless abandon, hitting her fast and hard. She could barely breathe, much less react in time to sneak in a counter attack.

You ignored all other senses, letting everything else fall away as you pursued Mary with a dogged persistence. It somewhat reminded you of your first fight with Matt. How nothing else mattered in the ring. But at the same time, you struggled to find the same purity that you regarded that match with. This didn’t feel like a friendly spar. It felt like you were fighting for your life.

Before you knew it, Mary was on the ground, and you were standing over her broken body, breathing heavily and hurting all over. There was so much blood. Some of it hers, and too much of it yours.

Mary flashed you a weak smile, tinged red with blood. Her hands could barely grip her swords at this point.

(Cont.)
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“That was…p-pretty good.” she wheezed, lifting her head slightly, before letting it fall back down to the asphalt. “We’ll have to do this again sometime…”

You wanted to tell her that there probably wouldn’t be a next time, but you felt a strange sensation in the back of your head. It was your spider-sense! It’s back! And it’s going off!

Too late, you felt something tugging at your belt, and you heard something going off. It was your web bombs. All of them.

A thick, springy foam-like substance shot out from your belt, expanding rapidly and swallowing up everything in sight.

The last thing you saw was a smiling Mary, before your whole world went white.

—----------

In hindsight, you probably should’ve seen this coming. During the course of the fight, you discovered that Mary was not only telepathic and pyrokinetic, but she was telekinetic as well. You’d figured out as much when you saw her summoning debris to form her own suit of armor. She was also somehow messing with your head, which would explain why you were fighting your primal urges as much as you were fighting her.

With all that evidence, it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise when she burst all of your web bombs one after another. If anything, it was downright unsporting!

You and Mary sat there, caught up in an artificial cocoon and staring directly at one another. The blast radius had been wide, and the whole street was pretty much covered in webbing. It had even caught Flint and Kingpin’s men. Although you doubted that it would hold Flint for long. Or even you and Mary for that matter.

Even now, the two of you were using your respective abilities to burn through layer after layer of thick, viscous webbing. To her credit, though, she didn’t let any of the flames get so close to you that they could hurt you. You were more concerned about the shrapnel that was embedded in your flesh. If you didn’t get those out soon, your torn flesh might just heal over them, and that would be an absolute nightmare.

If you were being completely honest, you were lucky that you hadn't suffocated as a result of that explosion.

What will you say?

>”Something tells me that you’re a bit of a sore loser.”
>”Can you hurry it up? I’m in a bit of a rush here.”
>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”
>”Now why would you go and do something like that? Neither of us benefit from it.”
>”We can both agree that I won that fight, right? I’ve got witnesses and everything.”
>”I spent a week making those! That was such a dick move!”
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

CAPTCHA: SWSWS
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>>5286220
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>”I spent a week making those! That was such a dick move!”
>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”
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>>5286220
>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”
>"But...good match. I assume you're a woman of your word, right?"
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>>5286220
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>"Same time next week? That is if you keep your word and back off for today." (get her contact info)
>"But usual ring fighting rules then, okay?"
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>>5286220
>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”
>”Now why would you go and do something like that? Neither of us benefit from it.”
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>>5286220
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>”Something tells me that you’re a bit of a sore loser.”
>"Your boys better not be pushing foward, otherwise you are not getting a rematch. Can't trust someone that goes back on their word"
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>>5286278
+1
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>>5286220
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>”Good luck getting all that out of your hair. It doesn’t wash out easily.”
>"Your boys better not be pushing foward, otherwise you are not getting a rematch. Can't trust someone that goes back on their word"
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>>5286220

>”Something tells me that you’re a bit of a sore loser."
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
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>>5286220
>"Sorry to get it all in your hair like that; gonna be a real pain to wash out I bet. Still, I swear this doesn’t usually happen - you bust a guy’s balls like that at the end of every little tête-à-tête like this, or just the ones where you don’t finish on top?"
Tease her while we catch our breath. We’re (mostly) joking rather than actually expecting to get anywhere. This time.
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>>5286313
Support
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>>5286313
Support
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Bless your heart QM, must’ve gotten busy
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>>5286220
>>”We can both agree that I won that fight, right? I’ve got witnesses and everything.”
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>>5286223
>>5286225
>>5286238
>>5286265
>>5286278
>>5286280
>>5286281
>>5286299
>>5286313
>>5286381
>>5286397
>"Good fight. Terrible finale."
>"Sorry to get it all in your hair like that; gonna be a real pain to wash out I bet. Still, I swear this doesn’t usually happen - you bust a guy’s balls like that at the end of every little tête-à-tête like this, or just the ones where you don’t finish on top?"

Sorry for the delay! Taking these. Writing...
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“Good fight. Terrible finale.” you said in a flat tone.

Mary marginally moved her shoulders up just enough for you to register the movement as a shrug. Even that much was impressive, considering your current position.

“I don’t know. I thought it was rather…explosive!” she said, suggestively raising her eyebrows. “You must’ve been pretty pent up.”

“Boo!” you called out, trying your damnedest to give her a thumbs down. You just couldn’t swing it. “Sorry to get it all in your hair like that; gonna be a real pain to wash out, I bet. Still, I swear this doesn’t usually happen.” you insisted. “You bust a guy’s balls like that at the end of every little tête-à-tête like this, or just the ones where you don’t finish on top?”

Her eyebrows rose slightly, and her bloody grin widened. “Depends on how I’m feeling. I like to keep ‘em guessing.” she said, batting those long eyelashes at you. Absently, you noticed that she was burning through this webbing far faster than you were. She would probably be freed before you were.

A sharp stabbing pain brought you out of your thoughts and directed your attention to…everywhere! FUCK! Was this another telekinetic attack? You swear, if she tried to-

It was over as soon as it began, however, and as the pain faded, you heard the clattering of glass and metal hitting the asphalt.

“Hold still and stop squirming!” she demanded, her face scrunched up in concentration. “It’s not easy to pull the glass out without them splintering.”

She was…pulling the shrapnel out? That was surprisingly nice of her. Either she really did like you, or she just didn’t want to lose a decent sparring partner.

You opened your mouth to thank her, but all that came out was a shrill scream that you aren’t particularly proud of. That last shard of glass was long!

—-----

A few minutes later, Mary was almost out, and you were a little more than halfway free. Most of that was due to Flint’s efforts, you were sure, as you heard some rather curious tearing sounds all around you. He’d been worried that you might have suffocated as well, but you reassured him by sounding off every now and again.

Mary confirmed that the rest of Kingpin’s men had gotten caught up in the attack, along with their vehicles. They weren’t going anywhere, and only time would fix that when the webbing finally dissolved.

Among Mary’s myriad of superhuman abilities, it didn’t appear that an accelerated healing factor was one of them. She was still badly hurt. So much so that you were having trouble figuring out how she was still conscious. She just seemed to…ignore her injuries.

“Does this mean that you and your boys will back off?” you asked.

(Cont.)
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Her hand flexed on her katana, but she showed no intention of using it. “Couldn’t chase you even if I tried.” she admitted. “Our cars are all gunk'd up, and so are our guns. I don’t think any of us are going anywhere anytime soon.”

You nodded your appreciation, but she didn’t stop talking.

“Can’t say for sure whether the boss sent a second or third team, though. He doesn’t tell me everything, and I’m pretty sure he just put me out here to deal with the rabble.” she said, letting her gaze drift to you. “I think you and your friends are the rabble. So my job’s done.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Mary surprised you by tearing herself free of the last vestiges of your webbing and raising her sword. “Don’t blink.” she said with a teasing smile, and brought the blade down, and then across. You almost lost track of her sword a few times, but you followed her advice and sat still. It was only mildly unnerving when you knew you were putting your faith in a crazy lady that could switch your spider sense off. You still didn’t know exactly how that worked, but you had to wonder how the fight might’ve gone if she had done that earlier.

After a few seconds, Mary returned her swords to their sheathes and you were free to move about as you pleased. She had managed to accurately cut the strands that were holding you in place. You stretched your muscles and winced in response. You were covered in countless cuts, bruises, abrasions and burns. Your pristine new suit was looking a little worse for wear, as well. You’d have to get Phin to fix it up for you later.

Just then, a pillar of light shot up into the sky, sending a tingling sensation along your skin. It was jagged and angry, almost looked like a…lightning bolt?

Mary breathed out through her nose and turned to walk away. She had a pronounced limp. “You should probably check on that.” she advised, before disappearing into an alleyway. Her subordinates didn’t seem to like that one bit.

“What the hell is that, Benny?” Flint asked, forming up beside you.

“Nothing good, I think.” you groaned, firing a webline into the sky and opening up comms as you pulled yourself into the air. You could only assume that Flint was following close behind you.

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(Cont.)
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By the time that you and the others arrived back at the bunker, you were confronted with the possibility that you had somehow arrived at the wrong address. There was no longer an abandoned factory above the secret hideout. There was only a giant, smoldering, gaping hole where everyone was pushed up against the walls. They appeared to be cowering before a costumed individual with energy pulsing out of his hands. His suit was green with yellow slashes dancing across the fabric. A golden light flickered along the contours of his mask as he turned to address you. His eyes reminded you a bit of Slip’s, but instead of being serpentine, the lenses were noticeably fractured, making them appear to be lightning bolts.

As quickly as he turned to face you, he turned away and continued to stare at nothing in particular. Sitting at his feet was a pile of ash and what you could only describe as a giant wand. You remembered that Owen guy holding it. Was he that pile of ash!?

Feeling a bit of panic setting in, you decided to take stock of everyone here. And to your surprise, the numbers almost matched up exactly. Whoever this guy had been, he wasn’t killing indiscriminately. Saya and Silvermane were safe, and so were the maggia men that you’d befriended over the past week. Hell, they even managed to spare Halfstep and Foxhole! Although, his legs were missing. Apparently, that last strip search confirmed that he had been wearing weaponized prosthetics this entire time. His legs had been amputated just below the shins.

What caught you off guard was the fact that a new member had been added to their ranks. A young, slender Hispanic guy that was currently lying unconscious on the ground. He had shoulder length brown hair that was tied into a ponytail, and was now wearing a torn t-shirt that seemed a few sizes too big, and a pair of black dress pants. He had no shoes.

Either this was a poorly dressed assassin, or you were looking at the true form of “Slip”.

Silvermane noticed you then, and he gave you a meaningful glare as he looked between you and the glowing individual in the middle of the room. You nodded and crept closer, slowly putting the pieces of the puzzle together in your head. This guy must’ve dusted Max and Owen and taken the suit for himself. You’d have to settle this in a way that didn’t endanger the lives of everyone in this room.

When your team moved to surround the attacker, his head lifted and turned slightly in your direction.

“Spider? Is that you?” he said in a warbling voice, crackling with energy. It sounded somewhat familiar, but you just couldn't place it.

“That’s close enough. I wouldn’t recommend touching me right now. Didn’t turn out so well for Owen, here.” he continued, absently glancing at the pile of blackened ash and the smoldering hi-tech wand.

(Cont.)
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Slowly, Silvermane cautiously rose to his feet and took a step closer, ignoring Saya’s silent protest. “Now Max, take it easy…” he pleaded, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. “We’re all friends here.”

Wait. Did he just say…

You turned to face him once more. “Max…?”

Max’s hands flashed, and everyone either flinched, raised their weapons, or backed up very quickly.

What will you say?

>Write-in only.

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You OK there sparky?
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>>5286893
Uncle Owen nooo! Alright, that's two supervillain origins in one, clever.
>"So is this all part of the plan? Did you want to get the suit for yourself since the beginning?
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>>5286893
>"Alright, I can respect a good con. You got all of us good."
>"Having the expertise, weaseling into Silvio's good graces, having the brass balls to pull this off...it reads like a Hollywood movie."
>"Now, clearly you ain't here for a fight seeing as I'm staring at a lot of terrified people and not piles of ash."
>"So, let's talk. You got a direct line to The Huntsman©, free ninety-nine per minute."
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>>5286893
>"I beat Typhoid Mary fair and square. She and her goons are going to be leaving us alone, once they get the webs out of their hair and all their gear."
>"She didn't know if Kingpin sent a second or third team, and I didn't stop to check for any."
>(burst lightbulb + bright idea pun, along with Max planning to steal the suit from the get-go)
>"If I'm wrong, feel free to 'enlighten' me."
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>>5287046
spoderman is kill
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>>5286893
>"Max? You got superpowers! That's so cool."
+ >5286915
+ >>5286914
>"what's your plan now? Because I'm sure powers means a pay grade bump, right Silvio?"
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>>5286914
This.
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>>5287046
I can’t believe Arachnoman is fucking dead.
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>>5287144
Support
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>>5286893

This: >>5286905
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>>5286893
>Well, given how on edge everyone is, I'm guessing this wasn't accident.
>So was this a long con, or a spur of the moment decision Max?
>Anyway, let's talk. You haven't killed anyone other than Owen. So what do want?
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>>5287046
>Spider-Man: Suicide Web Line
>Starting David Carradine
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>>5286914
>>5287144
>>5287250
>>5287275
Taking these. Writing...

>>5287046
>>5287053
>>5287261
>>5287393
I chuckled

>>5286915
Saving this pun for later
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“Alright, I can respect a good con. You got all of us good.” you began. “Having the expertise, getting into Silvio’s good graces, having the brass balls to pull this off…it reads like a Hollywood movie. If I got anything wrong, feel free to enlighten me.”

Now, everyone was staring at you. Their expressions varied from incredulous to downright spiteful. Not Max, though. He wasn’t looking at you at all. You were having trouble figuring out whether he was paying attention.

“Now, clearly you ain’t here for a fight, seeing as I’m staring at a lot of terrified people, and not piles of ash.” you continued, gesturing at everyone around you. “So, let’s talk. You got a direct line to The Huntsman©, for the low low price of free ninety-nine per minute."

“No point.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said there’s no point. To me trying to kill anyone. They can’t hurt me in any meaningful way.” he said, his eyes finally flicking over to you, and then at an armed gunman in the corner of the room. “You. Shoot me. Try not to miss.”

The italian man that stood up had dark, slicked back hair and wore a fine tailored black suit. He pointed his pistol at Max’s head, his hands shaking uncontrollably, until finally, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet closed the distance in under the blink of an eye, hitting Max square in the forehead, and then…something unexpected happened. The bullet just…popped. Like a fly hitting a shock trap. Max didn’t seem the least bit disturbed by this. You were beginning to understand what happened to little ol’ Owen.

Max directed his gaze to the sky, his pupils flitting around as if he were looking for something. Well, at least he wasn’t going on a murderous rampage. He was just on a massive power trip. You’d have to try a little harder to squeeze a reaction out of him.

“But, hey! You’ve got superpowers now, Max! That’s so cool!” you said. “What’s your plan now? Because I’m sure that having superpowers means an automatic bump in your pay grade, right Silvio?”

Silvermane cast a nervous glance in your direction before nodding with more than a little trepidation.

Max slowly turned to face you, and only you, once again.

“Why would I go back to working for him, when I can be my own boss?” he asked, sounding slightly amused. “With this much power, there isn’t a job too dangerous for me to pull off on my own. Less people involved means more money for me.”

(Cont.)
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He gave you a considering glance, his eyes searching the reflective lenses of your mask. “I might be willing to give you a job if you’re trying to find something better than this gig. I doubt that cheapskate would be willing to pay you nearly as much as he said he would now that he lost the suit.” he proclaimed, pointing a thumb at Silvio, who was practically fuming at this point. “Better decide quickly, though. We’ve got company coming. I can hear their radio transmissions.”

Everyone jumped at that. Could this be Kingpin’s reinforcements, or something else? Considering how bright that flash of light was, it’s anyone’s guess at this point.

What will you say?

>”You sound confident. Can you really control that suit after only having put it on like 15 minutes ago?”
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”
>”You’re gonna have to show me a little more before I make any concrete decisions.”
>”I don’t suppose I can persuade you to join my crew after this is all over?”
>”What makes you so worried about them? Can’t you just wipe them out when they show up?”
>"It's generally not a good idea to make an enemy out of someone that knows your name, face and home address."
>Write-in.

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>>5287457
>"For now, let's stick together. Treat this like your audition. Impress me and you might just get a call back."
>"...you come up with a name yet? I'm thinking "Sparky"!"
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>>5287457
>"It's generally not a good idea to make an enemy out of someone that knows your name, face and home address."
>”What makes you so worried about them? Can’t you just wipe them out when they show up?”
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”
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>>5287457
>"Yeah, I'm my own boss too. But I also have the luxury that my powers are my own, not a suit people could come after 24/7. Which puts you in the same exact position as Slip."
>"You want to sleep, right? So you need allies. And you're a little bit in the middle of burning bridges right now."
>"Especially if those bridges know your name, face and home address."
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”
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>>5287457
”I don’t suppose I can persuade you to join my crew after this is all over?”
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Any shot we can improvise with our own Slip component, or is it too finely tuned?
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>>5287607
I'm not entirely sure what you're asking me here. Can you personally customize the Slip component? No, it's way too advanced and integrated into your suit that you'd most likely end up fucking it up. Phin is the only one who's capable enough to adapt it effectively.

Can you use it now? No, it's installed in your Huntsman suit, and you're currently wearing the Silver Lining suit.
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>>5287619
RIP that line of thinking then. Maybe for future encounters, or for a specialized suit. Should probably bring Phin the Unicorn’s horn too when we get around to all that.
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>>5287625
You also have Snowsnake's swords if you want to sell them, use them, or give them to someone. Not entirely sure what the horn can be used for by someone like Ben, but I'm sure an elaborate write-in could give me a decent idea later.
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>>5287457
>>”You sound confident. Can you really control that suit after only having put it on like 15 minutes ago?”
>”You’re gonna have to show me a little more before I make any concrete decisions.”
I don't know guys, I think the maggia is a sinking ship now, Might as well make the most of the situation.
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>>5287634
On it’s own, not much, but combined with Slip tech? The horn could basically become the basis for a ghetto unibeam. And in a specialized suit for dealing with high energy output guys like Electro, that could come in handy.
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>>5287639
The idea for the specialized suit sounds neat. I'd have to figure out where to put the horn on the suit, as well as a name and design for it.
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>>5287644
The crotch
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>>5287457
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”
>”What makes you so worried about them? Can’t you just wipe them out when they show up?”
>"No one is completly invincible Max. There will be a day that the suit is going to fail you, and if you piss off everyone in your path there is only going to be a shark tank instead of a safety net under you."
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>>5287674
Do you WANT us end up sterile? Because running who KNOWS how much power through a codpiece laser blaster is how you end up sterile.
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>>5287644
Let's make a tail, add some colorful wings and let's make a Spider hawk-themed suit
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After whis we should find some more spiders and get bit
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>>5287471
>>5287477
>>5287484
>>5287497
>>5287638
>>5287678
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”

This is the only option that's generally agreed upon. Do you guys want to wait for more votes, or proceed with this one? There are some interesting write-ins here.
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>>5288020
proceed
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>>5288020
Proceed, but I like giving him a hand he will refuse to take because we're in a spiderman media
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>>5287457
>>"It's generally not a good idea to make an enemy out of someone that knows your name, face and home address."
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>>5287457
>”You sound confident. Can you really control that suit after only having put it on like 15 minutes ago?”
>”Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for me.”
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>>5288020
Sounds good. Been 10 hours anyway.
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>>5288023
>>5288274
>>5288373
Gotcha. Gonna start writing...
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Cindy was right though, and Max here just proved it. As long as the suit exists, the war will continue; people will keep coming for it, willing and eager to kill for it, especially now that he’s somehow made it even super-er. This isn’t a city scale problem anymore; S.H.I.E.L.D is gonna sit up and take notice, and worst case scenario, even the Avengers might get involved if he starts flexing too hard. "With great power comes great self-discovery" and man, I hope whoever poor Max finds is ready for that.
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>>5288398
We brought the suit to silvermane, we resolved a hostage situation there (which wasn't part of our contract), and we left it in his hands with his people.
Then we even delayed Kingpin's forces so they can do what they needed to do, which also wasn't part of the contract.
As far as our duties are concerned, we already fulfilled them.

Now if Electro moves to a third location and we manage to defeat him, I'm seriously debating to just give it back to Reed Richards.
Now is Silvermane going to like that? Of course not. But he might be able to forgive us.
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>>5288414
Fuck RR
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You barely hesitated before shaking your head in response.

“Sorry, but Silvio’s been good to us. I’m not about to spit in his face after everything he’s done for us.” you declared.

The maggia men around you roared in approval, shouting similar things at Max, who was just staring blankly. Even Saya was getting involved. When Silvermane started laughing, though, a frown finally set into Max’s expression.

“It’s your funeral.” Max replied with a shrug. “If you’ve got loyalty and a dime, at the end of the day, all you’ve got is a dime. That never changes. All of you need to face the fact that Silvio’s getting long in the tooth, and his best years are behind him. And when he’s gone…the Maggia’s going down with him.” he said, shaking his head.

Silvio grit his teeth in annoyance, but neither him nor his men made a single move to apprehend Max. They knew better than that.

Max took several steps back, looked up to the sky and slowly raised his hands. Crackling energy coursed through him, dancing along the fabric of his suit. He was becoming almost blindingly bright, making it incredibly difficult to keep your eyes trained on him.

“See ya on the flipside.” he said, before shooting up into the sky like a bullet. You gazed in awe at the supernatural sight of a lightning bolt traveling upwards, flowing up into the clouds and streaking off in one direction faster than any of you could pursue it.

All of you remained silent for a long while after that. What broke the silence was an unexpected visitor.

“ALRIGHT, MOTHERFUCKERS! LET’S SEE THOSE HANDS!” shouted a familiar synthesized voice from above.

All of you turned to see Deadhead, dual-wielding LMG’s and waving them around frantically. His eyes scanned the room, and he paused when he noticed something important.

“What’d you losers do with the suit?” he asked, before placing a finger on the side of his helmet and inclining his head slightly. “What do you mean ‘gone’!?” he shouted.

The maggia who had raised their weapons in response to this new intruder exchanged confused glances with one another. Deadhead slowly turned his back to them, craned his neck upwards and stared at the golden bolt savagely carving through the clouds.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” he groaned, letting his shoulders slump as he stalked away from the demolished bunker.

You, Cat and Prowler decided to chase after him…and froze in unison as soon as you climbed out of the hole. As far as the eye could see, mercs, metas and assassins were fighting one another, verbally and physically. A few had figured out what happened based on Deadhead’s actions and were committed to chasing after the streak of light, but some clearly either thought he was misleading them or was just being an idiot. You only thought one of those were true.

More than a few had noticed you by now, and they were starting to move, and aim, in your direction.
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“WE’VE GOT CAPES INBOUND!” one of them shouted, and the rest were already starting to scatter.

“Looks like the party’s over, Spider.” Felicia said, urging you to make an executive decision that didn’t end with all of you being thrown in prison.

“This is turning out to be an absolute shit-show.” Prowler growled.

You were inclined to agree.

What will you do?

>Hold off the heroes until Silvermane and his men can safely retreat.
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.
>Wake up Halfstep and force him to teleport you and everyone else away.
>Sneak away with your team and don’t look back. No offense to Silvio. but you’re not getting caught over a job gone wrong.
>Write-in.

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>>5288421
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.
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>>5288421
>Hold off the heroes until Silvermane and his men can safely retreat.
If all of Silvermane men get caught, than he has to rebuilt from scratch.
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>>5288426
But I'm ok with this too.
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.
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>>5288421
>Hold off the heroes until Silvermane and his men can safely retreat.
Let's see what you can do supershmucks.
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>>5288421
>Wake up Halfstep and force him to teleport you and everyone else away.
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>>5288421
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.
He owes us big for all we did to go above and beyond in this job. We're no hero, and fighting everybody here when we're 0 on web bombs and resources after soloing Typhoid Mary is stupid and suicidal
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>>5288421
>Wake up Halfstep and force him to teleport you and everyone else away.
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>>5288421
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.
We’re out of gadgets and we have no idea what capes we’ll be up against. I’m not potentially fucking with an Avenger in the state we’re in now. Let’s just tell the other guys to use their wits and escape while the heroes are preoccupied with the enemy metas.
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>>5288423
>>5288427
>>5288431
>>5288433
Taking these. Writing...
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>>5288421
>Flee the scene with your team, Silvermane and Saya. The rest can fend for themselves.

>>5288418
I have not been given a reason to dislike RR in this universe yet
just said to give it to him because he's the original owner
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“Grab Silvermane and his daughter.” you said, staring out at the chaos unfolding before you. “We’re getting out of here.”

None of you wasted any time in heading back down and snatching up Silvermane. His men seemed to greatly protest this unprofessional attitude that you were developing with your boss, but Silvio didn’t seem to mind. His thoughts were on something else entirely.

After you explained the situation to him and explained your intention, his face seemed to go pale for a moment. He glanced back at his men, took one long look at those who had sworn their loyalty to him and his family. You saw a few of the guys that you’d befriended while you were here. Stefano, Giovanni, Fat Tony. Damn were you gonna miss Fat Tony…

His face set into a frown, and you saw his eyes flash with anger and determination. He turned away from them and pulled his daughter close to him.

“Boss…?” Fat Tony asked, confusion evident in his tone.

“I’m sorry, boys. I truly am.” Silvio said, tightly shutting his eyes and clenching his hands so tightly that you thought he might draw blood. Finally, he nodded to you, and you moved to grab him.

Multiple guns went up, the doomed maggia unsure of what was transpiring here. But when Silvermane and Saya were whisked away by you and your team, leaving only them standing in the pit, they seemed to get the idea. It was as if you could see the hope and strength leave their bodies, as knowing despair sank in to replace them. They were on their own. After their years of faithful service, after everything that they’d sacrificed to get here, they were being abandoned to their fate. The only things filling their pockets now were loyalty, false hope…and a dime.

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You’d just barely managed to slip away by the skin of your teeth. Silvio had a haunted look in his eye as he ran his fingers along the slide of his decorated pistol. None of you spoke for a long while. Everyone recognized the Maggia Don’s need for space, including Saya.

When he finally looked up, he seemed to cast a hateful glare at your unexpected tag-a-long.

In all the chaos, Flint showed an impressive amount of forward thinking by grabbing the guy that had been at the center of all this chaos. Sitting in the corner of the room of one of Silvermane’s safehouses, still unconscious, was none other than Slip.

Silvio’s grip visibly tightened on his pistol and a nervous energy swept over the entire group. Everyone knew what he was thinking of doing. The question was: Could you persuade him against it?

What will you do?

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>>5288442
Meant to phrase it as:

>Write-in-only

Also, gonna be doing a tiny little retcon, but not really. I mistakenly appointed the wrong nationality to Slip, since I'd forgotten the nationality of the character that I was adapting in this original story. Slip is now Asian, but many of his features remain the same.

Honestly, I probably could've played it off as Ben mistaking his nationality instead of me.
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>>5288442
>"Silvio, the kid is harmless. Besides, he's not the one who double-crossed you."
>"You wanna be mad at somebody? Be mad at the guy who just fucked ALL of us over."
>"Besides, I got an idea as to how Slip here could make himself very useful to us both."
>"He's talented. I mean, he managed to steal from the Fantastic Four for Christ's sake."
>"If I can whip him into to shape, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to start setting things right."
>"Ain't that right Slip?" (Gesture towards Slip)
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>>5288442
>Silvermane, the man came willingly and even helped us, save your hatred for the bastard that actually deserves it: Max.
>I could shower you with a lot of other reasons, like I feel responsible for the suit malfuction, him being good enough to steal from Reeds, you needing more recruits after today, or executing him being against my group rules. But you been nothing but good to me, so I'm not going to bullshit you. Some time ago I ended up adopting a girl, around Saya's age. She's the reason I'm not killing anymore, and she asked me to save him. It's not that she is weak willed, she has been some though shit, and she didn't hold back when we took revenge. But I can't let my family be hurt when when I could stop it.
>So let him live as a favor to me. Let me be responsible for him, I will try to find a away to wipe his memory or keep him on a short leash. I'll own you a big one.
Prepare to web up his gun just in case. Silvio has been a total bro, but Cindy's smile is more important.
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Fuck, we made a mistake. For all of our talk of loyalty, we went and did something like that. It was probably the right decision, but damn.
I hope Silvermane asks us to break those guys out at some point. Besides, if there’s one thing I’ve learned from watching most of Goodfellas, the mob offers insurance for those of their number that have to go away.
>>5288444
Supporting.
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>>5288460
If Silvio pays us to get his goons free, we could. But will he have the money left for that, after paying us for this Slip suit mission?
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>>5288444
+1
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we spoke a great deal about loyalty to Silvermane for him betray his own people.

>>5288442
>>5288444
+1
And if he needs tough love
>"You knew the risk. You invited not just every other gang, but also the capes to your turf. You lost."
>"Now, instead of acting out, what's a productive thing you can do?"
He needs to pay off a lot of people to hold their silence and their lawyers, or have them get busted out.
Or get all the money he can make liquid and disappear
And if he's actually a coward and starts to run away, well then we know a good target with a fat wallet
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>>5288484
>we spoke a great deal about loyalty to Silvermane for him betray his own people.
A mafioso's loyalty, much like his commitment to being a good Catholic, only exists when it's convenient.
That said, I'm sure he's gonna be sore when he starts getting ready for poker night and remembers that his boys are locked up or dead.
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>>5288484
+1
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>>5288444
>>5288460
>>5288481
>>5288484
>>5288499
Writing...

I have a deep appreciation of the irony of all this.
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You stepped forward, feeling particularly bold in this very moment. Everyone except Silvio was staring at you now.

“Silvio, the kid is harmless.” you said. “Besides, He’s not the one who double-crossed you. You wanna be mad at somebody? Be mad at the guy who just fucked ALL of us over.”

That earned you a glare from the silver haired maggioso.

“Besides, I’ve got an idea as to how Slip here could make himself very useful to us both.” you declared. “He’s talented, for one. I mean, he managed to steal from the Fantastic Four for Christ’s sake!”

The other Desperados seemed to nod their agreement as they silently conversed amongst one another.

“If I can whip him into shape, I’m sure he’d be more than willing to start setting things right.” you continued. “Ain’t that right, Slip?” you asked, gesturing towards him.

The young man shifted in his sleep and blinked blearily at you. His eyes then shot open as he realized the position that he was in. He looked down in a panic and patted himself down, finding himself dressed in normal clothing, and not a malfunctioning super-suit that was bonded to him on a molecular level. He let out a ragged sigh, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders, only for it to return as soon as he saw the man he was sitting across from, a gun in his hand.

Slip’s eyes darted from left to right, taking in his surroundings as fast as he could manage without puking or passing out again.

Silvermane still had a hard expression on his face, so you decided that it was worth the risk to give him an extra push.

“You knew the risks. You invited not just every other gang, but also the capes to your turf. You lost.”

Silvio whirled on you, and you didn’t need your spider sense to know that his pistol was now pointed squarely at your chest. You didn’t even flinch. With all due respect, the old man couldn’t hit you if he tried. That didn’t stop your allies from shifting into combat-ready stances behind you, however.

His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed with renewed anger. But after seeing himself reflected in the lenses of your mask, he seemed to calm down. His shoulders slumped, and he returned the pistol to its holster.

You nodded. “Now, instead of biting each other’s heads off, let’s try to do something productive.”

SIlvermane was silent for a long time. You were almost about to change the subject when his head finally rose to give you a resolute nod.

“What’d you have in mind?”

—------

Over the next half hour, all of you spoke of possible options and routes you could take. Even Saya contributed to the conversation. Her father had been teaching her a thing or two about the family business, after all.

(Cont.)
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If Silvio wanted to save his own skin and rebuild his empire, he’d need to pay off an awful lot of people. That included buying the silence of police officers, squashing eyewitness testimonies, and paying off lawyers to get them back out once the dust had settled a bit.

It was as much a question of money as it was about discretion and principle. There was no telling whether one of his boys would squeal in exchange for their freedom, or if they would just do it to spite the man that had seemingly abandoned them to their fate. Whatever happened, it would cost the old man a pretty penny. Against your better judgment, you were starting to understand a bit of what Max had meant earlier. You didn’t know whether Silvermane would have enough money to spare in order to give you and your team a satisfying paycheck. Exactly nothing had gone to plan on this one, and you weren’t happy with the results after having prepared so thoroughly. You didn’t even have any web bombs to show for your efforts!

“Um…”

All of you turned to face the source of the disruption. It was Slip. He was still nervously curled in the couch you’d left him in, but he at least worked up the courage to say something instead of cowering in fear the entire night.

“Where exactly do I fit into all this?” he asked.

What will you say?

>”It’s simple, really. You work for me now.”
>”What’s your name? I already know your face, so don’t even think of lying to me. I’ll find out.”
>”We’re gonna steal that suit back, one way or another. And I’m gonna need your help to do it.”
>”Shh! The adults are talking. I’ll get to you later, so just sit tight for now.”
>”I repaid my debt and then some. Now, you owe me big time.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5288571
>”What’s your name? I already know your face, so don’t even think of lying to me. I’ll find out.”
>”It’s simple, really. You work for me now.”
>"You won't be a full member of the Desperados, but we treat each other well."
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>>5288571
>”It’s simple, really. You work for me now.”
>"Unless you wanna explain how you can make it up to Silvio here all by yourself."
>”What’s your name? I already know your face, so don’t even think of lying to me. I’ll find out.”
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Wish we had a mulligan. Please survive fat Tony
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>>5288611
I garauntee you that fat bastard will live comfortably in the joint...provided he doesn't turn snitch.
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>>5288615
Hmm maybe a jailbreak is needed
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>>5288586
This

>>5288615
>Top 10 Anime Betrayals
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>>5288622
Maybe, but I'm confident in Silvio's ability to get his boys out should they remain loyal.
Besides, planning a jailbreak is only gonna bring unwanted attention on us and Silvio's men.
Best that we just exploit the system and get them out quietly as opposed to giving every cape in the city a reason to target us.
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>>5288571
>"For now I’m most interested in what you know about the suit. Once we go over that and your resume, we can figure out the best fit for you. Until then… just stay put. Quietly."
We’ve been playing up his stealing the suit as some demonstration of criminal skill to take some heat off him, but the fact of the matter is that we don’t know a thing about him outside the suit. Hell, he could’ve just been some disgruntled janitor who happened to luck into the thing that hen someone else failed to lock up the thing. In which case he’ll hopefully stop drawing attention to himself.
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So we’re gonna dunk Electro in the fucking Hudson, right?
Also, we should call/text Cindy to see if everything’s alright now that our combat segment is over. Preferably text, as those are quieter.
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>>5288571
>>”I repaid my debt and then some. Now, you owe me big time.”
>”What’s your name? I already know your face, so don’t even think of lying to me. I’ll find out.”
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>>5288829
>So we’re gonna dunk Electro in the fucking Hudson, right?
And kill the first and last surviving examples of the North American Poop Fish? I think not.
Besides, you gotta fight fire with fire. I say try and figure out a way to contact good Thor's equine equivalent, pic related.
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>>5288829
I would rather beat the shit out of him and give him to Silvio. Slip did nothing to deserve to be executed, but Max can eat a bag of dicks.
Also get rid of the suit, it's can only cause trouble. It's way too powerful of tool to not bring the attention of both the villains and the heroes.
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>>5288840
If we DO end up getting the suit back, we should definitely just give it to Richards.
Hell, if we can track down Electro and downplay our affiliation to Silvio, we might be able to get the whole Fantastic Four in on the job.
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>>5288586
+1
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>>5288834
This.
I think that >>5288586 is a little too threatening. All stick and no carrot, if you understand my meaning. We have to sweeten the deal enough that he doesn’t just fuck off and go underground at the first opportunity.
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>>5288834
This.
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>>5288579
Support
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>>5288843
>just give it to Richards
Depends on how embarrassing it’s theft turns out to be. Personally, I’m more in favor of destroying it.
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>>5288586
>>5288956
>>5288626
Votes are currently tied between this

>>5288834
>>5288959
>>5289450
And this

Would anyone like to switch votes, or should I try rolling for the result? Waiting for more votes at this stage seems like it'd take a while. I'm already blessed with an admittedly above average amount of players that engage in active discussion.

>>5288611
>>5288615
>>5288622
>>5288659
>>5288626
Everybody pray for Fat Tony! Lend him your energy!
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>>5288586
Supporting
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>>5289495
I'll change my vote to remove my write-in then.
>>5288579
The other one looks too agreessive and I wanted to give him an incentive other than just fear and debt.
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>>5289549
Oh shit, my ID changed.
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>>5289495
\o/
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>>5289495
I wanted to to a write-in but then forgot to post it, my vote is then on the milder one
>>5288834
+1
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5288586
>>5288956
>>5288626
>>5289548
Tied between this

>>5288834
>>5288959
>>5289450
>>5289737
And this.

Fuck it. I'm just gonna flip a coin to figure this out. Writing...
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>>5289835
>>5288834
Am I too late to break it?
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>>5289837
No, you know what? You're good. That actually swings the vote back to >>5288834

Still writing....
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>>5289835
What about me chanhing my vote to support this >>5288834 ?
Did I do it wrong, or my ID changing made me look like a samefag?
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>>5289867
Oh nevermind, I just realised I'm a dumbass that didn't change my vote properly so it wouldn't actually break the tie.
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“I repaid my debt, and then some.” you said. “Now, you owe me big time.”

Slip seemed to open his mouth to protest, but he quickly closed it again and sank back into the sofa. It looked like he was slowly accepting of his situation.

“What’s your name?” you asked. “I already know your face, so don’t even think of lying to me. I’ll find out.”

The boy swallowed hard and leaned forward slightly. “Sam.” he answered. “Samuel Chung.”

You nodded your approval. “Nice to meet ya, Sam. Sit tight while we finish things up here, okay?” you said.

Sam was more than willing to do so, but you noticed that he was far less pale than he had been a moment ago. The chances of him throwing up on Silvermane's expensive rug just dropped considerably. He didn’t say another word, and simply waited for the meeting to be over. Not that it went on for much longer. Silvio would have to lay low for a while and see how many of his men had escaped, and how many of them would still be willing to work for him after the dust settled.

Considering the current position he was in, Silvermane asked to be given some time before he could have your money. That definitely rubbed everyone the wrong way, but there wasn’t much that could be done about it.

You offered to help him break his boys out if push came to shove. That seemed to cheer him up a bit, but he said that he preferred to go through his normal channels and discreetly work as many angles as he could without sticking his neck out. You could respect that.

It was dangerous to go out in costume right now. You might be better off following Silvio’s example and laying low yourselves. This safehouse was certainly big enough to share, but you’d have to be careful what you let slip around Silvio and Saya. That girl was far smarter than she had any right to be. Currently, Felicia was chatting her up about something involving the cybernetic enhancements built into her suit and body.

Speaking of girls, you should probably call Cindy and see what she was up to.

You dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. She didn’t. Not the first time, or the second or third time, either. Okay, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe she just had a bad signal. No reason to overreact. Yup, totally fine.

What will you do?

>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…
>Stay in the safehouse until morning.
>Travel back to your base.
>Send someone out to run an errand for you.(Write-in.)
>Sit down with Sam and try to learn a little more about him.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…stop by the hospital gift shop to get your bro a card and Pete and Cindy something.
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>>5289893
>>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…

In all my years of knowing how things go for spiderfolk, any time a call doesn’t go through it is ALWAYS bad.

Time to catapult ourselves through the city and get to the hospital ASAP
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>>5289893
>Send someone out to run an errand for you.(Write-in.)
Can we send Flint to check on them ont he hospital? Vic wants us away from them for a while
>Sit down with Sam and try to learn a little more about him.
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>>5289893
>>5289916 +1
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…

>>5289916
I think, under these circumstances, she can make an exception.
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…stop by the hospital gift shop to get your bro a card and Pete and Cindy something.
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…
She got into it with somebody from SHIELD, didn't she.
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…
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>>5289893
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…
110% speed, we gotta get there before whatever’s going down gets worse.
Unless she just fell asleep or something, in which case she is totally getting her allowance withheld.
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>>5289893
>>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…
>Call Julia, äh should tell you where Cindy's phone is located (the call to Cindy went through, so she's in tower range)
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>>5289899
>>5289940
>>5289980
>>5289993
>>5290003
>>5290019
>Swing on over to the hospital to check on your family. Just to be safe…

Taking this. Writing...
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Despite what you might have told yourself, you couldn’t help but worry. And as time went on, those feelings of dread and anxiety only got worse. Within the hour, you found yourself swinging through the city, frantically crossing the distance between Silvio’s safehouse and the hospital that your family had been staying at. You lost track of time in your mad scramble to reunite with your loved ones.

Somewhere along the way, you started to see signs of looting in the neighborhood. Windows were smashed open, and people were carrying expensive electronics and the like out of various stores, big and small. You couldn’t be bothered to pay them much attention…until you realized that a hospital would probably make a half decent mark for looters to hit.

With a resounding explosion, you shot forward, not wanting to waste any time in reaching your destination. Multiple heads shot up to gawk at you, and some people straight up dropped their shit and ran for the hills.

—----

When you got close enough, it quickly became evident that someone had been fighting a war here. Improvised melee weapons and firearms were littered across the ground, along with the unconscious men and women that had been using them. You ran through the carnage of the scene, your blood pumping loudly in your ears. But when you were about to vault over the overturned vehicle at the front door, a dark shadow fell over you.

You looked up and gaped at the sight of a bright white crescent descending upon you. You backed away immediately, despite not feeling your spider-sense go off at all.

As the strangely shaped object grew closer, you began to recognize a figure attached to it. It was a person! And they were using the crescent shaped fabric as a glider.

Your first thought was Marc, but the one gliding down from above was far too petite. You could vaguely tell that the person was female, but-

By the time you realized who the figure was, they had already landed on top of the overturned car with a loud crash, shattering the windows and sending bits of broken glass everywhere. The figure rose and fixed you with an unreadable expression.

She was small, her body bound in white bandages and adorned with small pieces of decorative Egyptian jewelry. Her eyes were a ghostly white, and the area around them was a rectangular strip of black cloth. The mask that she wore seemed more like a regal headdress mixed with a full face covering, as it was clearly made of a finer material that you assumed was silk. The fabric hung loosely just above her shoulders, billowing in the night breeze.

She flapped her arms once, causing the fabric of her glider to ripple. You could see now that it was connected to her arms via sturdy cables. Like a wacky hang-glider of sorts. In one, fluid motion, she wrapped the glider around her waist and clipped the handles to her utility belt, forming a full-moon on the clasp and a pristine, but wrinkled, Egyptian-style white wrap skirt around her waist.

(Cont.)
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The figure said nothing, but she didn’t have to. You knew who this was. Somehow, someway, your little ward had found herself a super-suit.

>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>”You should’ve called. I would’ve been over here in a heartbeat if I knew what was going on.”
>”Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?”
>”You seem to have…handled things in my absence. Nicely done.”
>”What happened here? Are all of these people looters?"
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5290164
Keep in mind that the pic above isn't entirely accurate to how the suit really looks. I just couldn't find anything better, and I haven't commissioned a piece yet.
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>>5290164
>”What happened here? Are all of these people looters?"
>”Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?”
>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>"I guess you officially stopped being Spider-Girl. Did you have any name in mind or are you going for Hunter's Moon?"
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>>5290166
This.
>>5290165
You could just make a little MS paint doodle in the meantime to get the idea across.
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>>5290174
It's better for everyone if I don't. I just have to hope that I was descriptive enough for people to get a general idea of how it looks.
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>>5290164
>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>"Are you okay? How's the family?"
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>>5290164
>>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>”Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?”
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>>5290164
Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>”You should’ve called. I would’ve been over here in a heartbeat if I knew what was going on.”
>”Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?”
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>>5290164
>>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>>"Are you okay? How's the family?"
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>>5290178
This about right?
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>>5290367
cool
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>>5290367
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>>5290367
DAMN! You got it pretty fucking close, anon! This is gonna be the pic that I use for her new suit until further notice. I appreciate your effort and contribution.

I'll pop out another update as soon as I get home tomorrow morning.
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>>5290367
Based drawfag.
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>>5290164
>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>”You seem to have…handled things in my absence. Nicely done.”
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>>5290164
>>”You seem to have…handled things in my absence. Nicely done.”
but what we bring out in ASL
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>>5290164
>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”
>”You seem to have…handled things in my absence. Nicely done.”
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>>5290166
>>5290209
>>5290218
>>5290225
>>5290329
>>5290174
>>5290665
>>5290681
>”Are you okay? Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?”
>”Love the suit. Did you make it yourself?”

Taking these. Writing...
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>>5290783
>>5290784
>”You seem to have…handled things in my absence. Nicely done.”

Also this one.
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“Is everyone inside okay? How’s the family?” you asked, a little afraid to hear the answer.

“They’re okay.” Cindy said in sign language, still careful enough to keep things simple enough for you to understand. You really needed to catch up on your studies after this. “A little scared, but okay.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and took a moment to examine her closely. “Are you okay?” you added.

She seemed about ready to nod, but then paused and glanced down at something small protruding from her left flank. She yanked it out with a grunt, revealing the object to be a bloody nail, likely from that of a spiked bat. Cindy then proceeded to flick the nail into a nearby gutter and turned back to give you a thumbs up. The overprotective and cautious side of you wanted to tell her to disinfect it immediately and get herself looked at by the doctors in case. But now was hardly the time for that. Cindy was tough enough to handle herself until you could check on your family personally.

“Love the suit, by the way.” you said, after a long pause. “Did you make it yourself?”

Cindy shook her head. “Wasn’t me. It was made by a friend of-” Cindy signed, before pointing up. You narrowed your eyes slightly. You don’t remember that one.

You couldn’t see her face, but you got the impression that Cindy was growing a bit frustrated as she repeatedly pointed up at the sky. You followed her finger until your eyes stopped on a bright moon that was barely concealed by a rolling patch of clouds. You still didn’t-

OH!

“A friend of Khonshu made it for you?” you asked.

She nodded, seemingly pleased by your understanding. “He said it was a gift.” she replied. “He brought it over to me and stayed to help.”

Another of Khonshu’s lackeys was here? Was this his way of protecting his investments?

“You seem to have…handled things in my absence.” you said, taking a moment to interpret the carnage that Cindy had left in her wake. She quite literally tore through these guys. They weren’t brutalized or anything. It was more like she’d…”dismantled” them. Almost everyone had either gotten a broken limb, or a serious fracture from going toe to toe with her, preventing them from getting back up or continuing their fight.

For someone that Matt considered to be a talented fighter in the making, you couldn’t imagine any back-alley street fighters being able to touch her.

You turned back to face her, saying this next part in sign language. “Nicely done.”

Cindy flipped off of the car and gave you a gracious bow as soon as she landed on her feet. She then gestured for you to get inside instead of wasting time out here. You promptly did so…after finding a place to change, of course.

—-------

(Cont.)
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The first and second floor of the hospital had been an absolute wreck. From the looks of it, the looters did some real damage to the equipment and property before Cindy had gotten a chance to suit up and stop them. The place had been thrust into chaos since, doctors and nurses rushing the injured back and forth through crowded hallways, tending to those with near fatal wounds right there on the floor, and performing regular security sweeps. You had gotten caught up in one or two of them, but you were quickly able to verify your identity after they’d managed to get their systems back online.

On your way to your brother’s room, you ran into someone sitting in a chair and waiting patiently. He had a muscular build, dark skin, a clean shaven head, and tight, narrow features. He wore round glasses with a thin frame and a tailored suit paired with a lab coat. You had almost mistaken him for a doctor. He just had a…professional aura to him. It was hard to describe.

Soon enough, the man turned to face you and a wry grin spread across his face. “Ah, you must be the ‘Blasphemer’ that I’ve heard so much about.” he said, sounding slightly amused. He rose from his chair and crossed the distance between you in an almost casual manner.

You raised an eyebrow at that, paying close attention to your spider-sense, just in case this guy tried anything funny.

“I am known as Dr. Badr, high priest of the Moon God, Khonshu.” he declared, practically radiating pride when he mentioned the title.

What will you say?

>”Khonshu’s still salty about that ‘thwipping’ thing? Can you pray for him to get over it sometime soon?”
>"Yeah yeah! Out of the way!"
>”Nice to meet you, Dr. Badr. Thanks for helping Cindy protect my family.”
>”I’m not sure how I feel about you and your God bribing my kid with cool new super suits and face gadgets.”
>”Can you call Khonshu down here? I’d like to talk to him about a few things.”
>”You’re not exactly dressed for combat. Don’t have a costume of your own?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5290821
>”Nice to meet you, Dr. Badr. Thanks for helping Cindy protect my family.”
>"And, uhh... sorry about that blaspheming business, but he made my girl here uncomfortable."
>"But I see you guys are trying more carrot and less stick. We appreciate it."
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>>5290821
>”Nice to meet you, Dr. Badr. Thanks for helping Cindy protect my family.”
>”Khonshu’s still salty about that ‘thwipping’ thing? Can you pray for him to get over it sometime soon?”
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>>5290823
Changing to this.
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>>5290823
Support
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>>5290823
+1
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>>5290823
+1
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>>5290823
Supporting.
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>>5290824
Support
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>>5290823
+1
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>>5290823
>>5290831
>>5290894
>>5290903
>>5290917
>>5290919
>>5291016
Taking these. Will begin writing once I'm done eating...
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To his surprise, you extended a hand towards him. With some caution, he shook it.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Badr. Thanks for helping Cindy protect my family.” you said. “And, uhh…sorry about that ‘blaspheming’ business. He made my girl here feel super uncomfortable, you see” you admitted.

Dr. Badr was just staring at you with an unreadable expression, not saying anything.

“But I see you guys are trying more carrot and less stick. We appreciate it.” you said.

Dr. Badr shoved his hands in his coat pocket and flashed you an appreciative smile. “I must say, your apology is rather unexpected. You are far more reasonable than I have been led to believe.” he said. “The Gods are not famous for their social graces or their subtlety, but I assure you that Khonshu does not wish to harm Ms. Moon in any way. In some ways, she is one of the more balanced avatars that Khonshu has requisitioned.”

You found yourself nodding in agreement. Even with her fucked up childhood and the obstacles placed before her, she was still a better person than she had any right to be.

“But,” Dr. Badr continued. “I can see that you are in a hurry. I won’t take up any more of your time.” he said, patting you on the shoulder and stepping past you. “Have a good night, Mr. Parker.”

You watched Dr. Badr disappeared down the hall. He would no doubt be mistaken for a medical doctor that worked at this hospital. Maybe he did have some medical knowledge. You couldn’t say for sure.

Abandoning this line of thought, you stepped inside the room where your family had been staying. Relief crossed their faces when they looked up to see that it was you who had entered.

Pete was the first to show any sort of real reaction, as he ran up to hug you by the waist. You reached down to tussle his hair, but your Mom proceeded to pin that side of your body down with an embrace of her own. You would’ve tripped, if Vic hadn’t come to cover the other side. You suddenly found yourself being smothered by your family, your father and brother looking on in amusement.

“Yeah…thanks.” you wheezed, finding it hard to breathe in this suffocating atmosphere. “I’m glad you guys are okay, too.”

—-------

Eventually, they finally let you go, and you were able to get a better look at all of them. Everyone was seemingly unharmed. Well…everyone except your brother, that is. He still looked rather terrible, but you could tell that he was healing slowly.

The six of you chatted idly for a while after that, recounting details of the event and trading stories. You had a ton to share, considering how you had been there to experience them firsthand. It made for fairly entertaining gossip for your parents, making them far too busy to ask any pointed questions that you didn’t want to answer. Peter seemed entertained as well, but Rich was giving you a strange look.

(Cont.)
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You locked eyes with him for a moment and nodded at him. You hadn’t really had a chance to talk with him after he woke up. Personally, you’d much rather have your first conversation in a more private setting, where you could ask him about why he’d been mixed up with the Russian mob.

But before either of you could say anything, Vic pulled you aside. In her own sly manner, she requested your help with finding and lifting the vending machine on the lower floors. Apparently, the looters had knocked it over, and no one bothered to pick it back up.

Your parents gave you a strange look and made some passing comments about your sister having an unusually voracious appetite for the situation that they were in. She laughed it off and pulled you back out the door less than a minute later.

When you found yourselves actually walking downstairs to pick up said vending machine, you had to admit that you were a little surprised. You had assumed that she had only said all that to get you alone and yell at you in private.

“Your face looks better.” she said, her eyes still staring down the hall.

“Yeah.” you replied simply, at a loss for words.

The atmosphere remained tense for a while, and you were about to speak again, when your sister suddenly snickered. “You really weren’t kidding about Cindy being a ninja.” she said, laughing, despite herself. “I thought she was such a sweet girl…until I saw her snap a guy’s arm like a twig.”

You both laughed at that, before silence descended upon both of you once more.

What will you say?

>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”You sure you’re okay? You’ve been through a lot these past few months.”
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you guys.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
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Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”You sure you’re okay? You’ve been through a lot these past few months.”
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you guys.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
And pat her head
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you guys.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”You sure you’re okay? You’ve been through a lot these past few months.”
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you guys.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
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>>5291349
Supporting
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>>5291359
This.
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
These
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>>5291344
>>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you guys.”

I think we should look into officially adopting Cindy before CPS realizes she is orphaned
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>>5291344
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”You sure you’re okay? You’ve been through a lot these past few months.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
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Just caught totally up to this, and I fucking LOVE it, the MC's great do far the waifus are all based beyond belief (abs are the best part of a woman, I can only hope that Olivia is doing some Pilates or yoga to catch up to the rest)
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”

Also, if we end up redesigning the Suit I'd want to go for a suit design that's somewhere between the Last Stand, Spider-Punk, Noir, Insomnia Suits. So Black but with a spiky fake leather jacket and reinforced striking surfaces (Shins, knees, knuckles, elbows, and forearms) think something like "Spider-Biker" in a generalized theme.
Also also, I really hope we run into Yandere Fan [/Spoiler] She-Venom
Oh and I nearly forgot does Silvermane's daughter know how big our dick is from when she 3-D scanned us and has she contacted the marvel equiv of Clone-A-Willy yet?
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>>5291844
>”She’s still a sweet girl, you know. She was just trained to fight like that.”
>”Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.”
>”You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5291844
Glad to have you, anon! Also happy to hear that you're enjoying everything so far! I originally ran this as an experiment because I was taking a break from Ben 10 Quest. But after the first session, I started imagining all sorts of possibilities and ended up with a whole story that I wanted to tell to the very end. Not sure how long that'll take, but I want Peter to be much older before we wrap things up, so you can use his age as a sort of milestone or indicator for how much further we have to go.

I do really miss my characters from my original quest, though. I grew insanely attached to K8-E, Wendy and Olivia.

She doesn't have any exact measurements, so she opted to give you some room in that department. Luckily for both of you, it all worked out! The only one who knows for sure is Anastasia.
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“She’s still a sweet girl.” you protested. “She was just raised to fight that way.”

Victoria sighed sadly at that. “I can’t imagine what that kid’s gone through. She doesn’t need to be jumping around fighting full grown men.” she argued.

You nodded. “I know, but I’m not sure if either of us could stop her if we tried.”

The speculative look that she gave you told you that she didn’t believe that was entirely true, even considering what she'd seen tonight. Sure, you were physically strong enough to subdue her if push came to shove, but at the end of the day, Cindy is her own person. She has her own dreams, desires and aspirations. She also has a mission to punish the wicked, given to her by her patron Moon God. You just hoped that you’d never end up on her shit-list.

You cleared your throat slightly, wishing to change the subject. “Thanks for getting Mom and Dad over here as fast as you did. You kept the family together when it mattered.” you said, giving her a gentle pat on the shoulder.

Just from that one brief touch, you could feel the tension building in her shoulders. You let your hand fall away before she could say anything about it. You did see a small grin tease her lips before she brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Now I see why you wanted us out of the city so bad. If Rich wasn’t hurt so bad, we could have…” she said, before trailing off and shaking her head to clear it. “Nevermind. It’s not important.”

The two of you expertly weaved through the cramped hallways, neither of you falling out of step with the other as you dodged medical staff, patients and stretchers. Living in a city this crowded has taught you a thing or two about avoiding physical contact with people, even when you only had about an inch or two between you.

By the time you’d gotten to the stairwell, you found that you were in an appropriately secluded area to approach your next topic.

“You didn’t really drag me out here to grab a Twix, did you? I know you want to ask me something.”

Your sister paused mid-step and looked back up at you, an unreadable expression on her face. “That thing that you had to do tonight,” she began after a period of uncomfortable silence. “Did it go okay?”

You frowned slightly. The answer, for anyone to privy to the information regarding your night life, would almost certainly be no. The only good thing that came out of this was you managing to get Sam out alive. You lost the suit, Silvermane lost his men, you were out of gadgets, and your fancy new suit had been damaged in your fight with Typhoid Mary. The only difference between you and the crazy merc was that she would be getting paid generously, despite having lost to you and abandoning her men. Being one of the Kingpin’s favorites had its percs, you guess.

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But…you were also alive and well. No one had died, or gotten seriously injured. Hell, your wounds had healed decently enough that you were able to show your face without being stopped at the door. It was a good thing that Mary pulled all that shrapnel out of you. You still aren’t sure why she did that, or why you had become such a raging doofus when you were around her.

Ultimately, you decided that you had been far too quiet for far too long, so you gave her a shrug. “Yeah, it went okay.” you lied.

She nodded and paused to consider that, before looking back at you again. “So…does that mean that it’s all over, then?” she asked.

What were you supposed to say to that? That a super-powered asshole was zipping around the city declaring himself a one-man army? That wouldn’t make her feel any better, but it would definitely keep her on her toes.

What will you say?

>”...No. No, I don’t think so. But I won't let anything happen to you guys.”
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
>”I sure do hope so. I don’t think we can keep Mom and Dad here much longer without explaining a few things.”
>”I’m gonna need to move you guys. Don’t worry about Rich. I’ll take care of him while you’re gone.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5291920
>>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
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>>5291920
>”I’m gonna need to move you guys. Don’t worry about Rich. I’ll take care of him while you’re gone.”
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
>”I’m gonna need to move you guys. Don’t worry about Rich. I’ll take care of him while you’re gone.”
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”

I think we’re pretty unanimous
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>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”

Will start writing once I'm done eating.
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Save me a bite?
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What’s cookin champ?
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No promises.

>>5292391
Some leftovers from a Korean restaurant I tried out. I think I'll go there again sometime soon.
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>>5291920
>”I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated. I might have to head back out once I make sure that you guys are safe.”
>”I’m gonna need to move you guys. Don’t worry about Rich. I’ll take care of him while you’re gone.”
>>5291882
Oh I meant Olivia Octavius, although I did thoroughly enjoy Ben 10 quest I will admit I need to finish it sometime. I love the Milftopus and really want to see her again sometime
Captcha:M40MD Mom (40) M.D
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You shook your head and ran a hand down your face. “I don’t know. The situation’s gotten a lot more complicated.” you admitted. “I might have to head back out once I make sure that guys are safe.”

Vic sighed and leaned back against the wall. She looked like she’d halfway expected you to say that. “I was afraid you’d say that. I’m honestly hoping that the Avengers might get involved if this goes on any longer.”

You scoffed at that. Since when have the Avengers been involved in petty disputes between street gangs? If anything, you were expecting to run into the Defenders or possibly the Heroes for Hire. Then again, Reed Richards is an integral member of the hero community, so there might very well be some bigshot cape that comes crashing in to take care of things by themselves.

“I don’t know what you’re doing out there,” Vic continued, giving you a pointed gaze. “But there are some very dangerous people roaming the streets these days. Whatever you’re hoping to get from all this…it isn’t worth your life.”

“Vic…” you began. But before you could say anything else, your sister was already descending the stairs once more. “Where are you going?”

“Grabbing a Twix.” she said, gesturing for you to follow.

As promised, you helped her to lift the vending machine back up, and much to everyone’s good cheer, it still seemed to work just fine. You bought several bags of chips, candy and trail mix, while Vic managed to find a couple of water bottles for the family.

“If you’re going back out, I’m gonna need you to bring a few things back for us.” Vic said, struggling to hold all the water bottles that she’d procured. “Food, water, phone chargers, blankets. Stuff like that. I don’t know how long we’ll be here until, but I want to be prepared, just in case.”

You nodded.

“But…” she continued, pulling ahead of you a bit. “You’re also gonna have to explain to Mom and Dad why you won’t be here with the family.”

You winced at that. She was right. You were gonna need a damn good lie if you wanted to get out of this one.

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What will you say?

>Tell them that someone broke into your house and you need to go home and check on a few things.
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
>Stick with your earlier claim about how you were going to try and keep this city together during this conflict.
>Say that you had to check on a few friends to make sure that they were okay.
>Write-in.

And

What will you do once you leave?

>Call the Desperados(and Sam) back to your base for a team meeting.
>Try to track down Max before he gets himself into any more trouble.
>Swing by your base and swap costumes.
>Call in some backup. This situation is getting a little out of hand.(Who?)
>Check in with Hill. You hope she managed to pick up the Vulture.
>See if there are any bounties up on Madame Web’s list. If the city is in chaos, you might as well make some money off of some poor schlub’s misery.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5292481
>“I don’t know what you’re doing out there,” Vic continued, giving you a pointed gaze. “But there are some very dangerous people roaming the streets these days. Whatever you’re hoping to get from all this…it isn’t worth your life.”
I AM THE DANGER

>>5292483
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
>Stick with your earlier claim about how you were going to try and keep this city together during this conflict.
Both and.

>Swing by your base and swap costumes
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>>5292483
>Tell them that someone broke into your house and you need to go home and check on a few things.

>>Swing by your base and swap costumes.
>See if there are any bounties up on Madame Web’s list. If the city is in chaos, you might as well make some money off of some poor schlub’s misery.
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>>5292483
>Say that you had to check on a few friends to make sure that they were okay.
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
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>Call the Desperados(and Sam) back to your base for a team meeting.
>Swing by your base and swap costumes.
>Try to track down Max before he gets himself into any more trouble.
>See if there are any bounties up on Madame Web’s list. If the city is in chaos, you might as well make some money off of some poor schlub’s misery.
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>>5292498
Support
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>+1 support
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Support
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>>5292483
Ditto
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Though we are seperated by vast gulfs, I consider you my brother, the Octo-Mommy awaits!
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>>5292483
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
>Say that you had to check on a few friends to make sure that they were okay.
It's a good way to explain bouncing in and out of the hospital as needed.

Once we leave...
>Give the Desperados a chance to check in on their own friends, families, and communities. If there's anything they need the Desperados' help with, shout it out.
We all need to be able to focus on whatever it is we end up deciding to do, and just forcing them to ignore their loved ones is gonna fray either their loyalty to the group, or their own moral fiber. Glass in particular should see how the Morlocks are holding up - the worst of it probably hasn't penetrated down to the sewers, but all bets are off in chaos like this. Flint could probably also check on our ol' shady friends to get a sense for how the thug life is taking this - though he'll probably also be stuck babysitting Sam while the others check on their own business. And of course, we have that supply run ourselves to do...

After that:
>Check in with Madam Web
>Check in with Hill
Bounties, insights about the situation, and if Arachne can have our backs on the digital plane when we go check in with Hill since she's concerned about moles and other spy shit; last thing we need is to give S.H.I.E.L.D. more intel about us than they might already have.

Also consider:
>Checking in with Matt
He and White Tiger are probably keeping busy, and while we shouldn't get his hopes up for help, if our interests end up aligning...
>Checking in with Phin
See if he's still open for business, maybe ask about his insights into what the fuck Max did to the suit, and see if what he's learned about the Slip component could help out in a direct confrontation if we commission the right equipment. Which of course also leads into seeing what we can do about a specialized suit, maybe cash in the horn or get it incorporated into our gear...
>Checking in with Ana
She's probably fine, but y'know. It would be a dick move not to ask with things being how they are.

That's kind of a lot, but hey, let's cast our net wide and see where our interests land! ...as long as it's not too much on our dear Scorekeeper, of course.
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>>5292483
>>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
>Swing by your base and swap costumes.
>See if there are any bounties up on Madame Web’s list. If the city is in chaos, you might as well make some money off of some poor schlub’s misery.
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>>5292483
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.
>Call the Desperados(and Sam) back to your base for a team meeting.
>Swing by your base and swap costumes.
>See if there are any bounties up on Madame Web’s list. If the city is in chaos, you might as well make some money off of some poor schlub’s misery.
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>>5292648
Tldr
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>>5292483
>Vic gave you the easiest out. Just say that you’re going out on a supply run.

>Call the Desperados(and Sam) back to your base for a team meeting.
>Swing by your base and swap costumes.

No point in risking more damage to the expensive high-tech suit
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>Desperados now have an unofficial tag-along called Sam
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Writing...
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Ironically, Vic gave you the easiest way out of your next problem. Once you’d explained that you needed to check on your friends and make a quick supply run, your parents seemed to become much less hysterical about letting you leave. That didn’t stop them from worrying about you, though. To be honest, it was a little endearing.

You’ve never had the best relationship with your folks, for obvious reasons, but it was kind of nice to remember that they hadn’t banished you from the Parker clan just yet.

You gave everyone a round of quick hugs, with Mom and Pete’s being the longest, and left back out the hospital a few minutes later. You really would’ve liked to stay with them, to have a decent conversation with your brother that might shed a little light on his situation. Maybe you could stop your sister from turning into a nervous wreck, or redeem yourself in Peter’s eyes. You wanted all of these things, very much. But now wasn’t the time.

—--

As you were leaving out, you caught a glimpse of Cindy, who was vigilantly keeping guard of the hospital from atop a nearby building. Her head turned slightly, and her shining eyes met yours. The two of you exchanged a nod, and you were on your way once more.

You’d have to remember to update Cindy on what had happened once this was all over.

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On your way back to your warehouse, you called the others and told them to come back with Sam. You were there first, so you quickly swapped back to your classic Huntsman costume and ran a clawed hand through the fine fur pelt warming your neck. You have no idea what Phin made this thing out of, but it was soft as shit. You would sometimes spend whole minutes just rubbing it absently as you gazed out at the city.

As you proceeded to do just that for the next couple of minutes, the others started arriving. Sam, still alive by some act of God, took a moment to ogle at the sweet setup that you had going here. You understood completely. It was an ideal bachelor’s pad, so you gave him some time to drink it all in. Glass stayed close to him just in case he tried anything funny, though.

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During your debriefing, you received a fresh round of praise after you recounted your interaction with Typhoid Mary. Even Prowler and Glass had known who she was, and they knew that she was no slouch in a fight. Your victory against her was as astounding as it was unexpected. The news would eventually spread, and your reputation would surely get a major boost.

You’d come to learn that Mary was only one of multiple boogeymen in the criminal underworld. Not all of them were necessarily scary, but they were all feared and respected.

There was Bullseye, another of the Kingpin’s favorites. His deadly accuracy worked both at a distance and up close. The dude just didn’t miss. And for most normals, that was utterly terrifying to go up against.

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Another was “The Shocker”. Sure, his name and costume looked a bit stupid at first glance, but everyone knew not to mess with him. When you had asked why, one of your buddies showed a video that he’d taken on his phone. It was recorded at a considerable distance, so as not to endanger the one who had been holding the phone. The Shocker was surrounded by several armed men, all of them firing away at him relentlessly with assault rifles. None of them got past his suit. And then, with a flick of his wrist, the men fell to their knees, clutching their heads painfully, before they just…popped. Like bloody fireworks or balloons stuffed with viscera. The sight was enough to turn your stomach, and etch a single phrase into the forefront of your mind from that day on.

“Don’t mock the Shocker.”

Thankfully, there weren’t many heavy hitters being deployed to chase after the suit. That might change now that Max had it, though. And that brought you to your next order of business. What would you do now that the suit had changed hands?

The answer was pretty obvious when you stopped to think about it. You’d track down Max and figure the rest out later. You weren’t sure if you wanted to destroy the suit or just straight up deliver it back to Reed’s front door. The thing was more trouble than it was worth. Part of you wished that you would’ve listened to Cindy from the get-go.

But there was no point in dwelling on that now. Find Max first, regret your life choices later. And while you were at it, maybe you could figure out whether or not Madame Web had any bounties nearby.

>Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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Rolled 22 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5293154
We need to make a Will and have money stashed away for Peter to go to Uni
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>>5293167
Well, shit, that's not great
>>5293154
Also while I'm thinking about it getting a Derringer chambered in something stupid would probably be a prudent thing to possess especially if we kept it on us
Oh and getting Glass a spare skintight suit (or even a spare face from Chameleon if we can grab one that isn't Rich) just to cover up how shiny mutated he is.
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>39

Nothing! You’ve been swinging around this city for hours and you haven’t found a single trace of Max! And from the sounds of your friend’s brief, and infrequent transmissions, they weren’t having much better luck than you were. Glass got stuck with babysitting Sam while you were away, but you eventually ended up sending Flint back to give him a break, seeing as you were getting nowhere in this investigation. And to your surprise, Prowler ended up bowing out early, saying that he had someone to check on.

You let him go, and he thanked you for it. Felicia’s seemingly boundless enthusiasm and limitless innuendos were beginning to run dry as well. It wouldn’t be long before she got bored enough to call it quits.

You’d think that it’d be relatively easy to track down a living lightning bolt, but you were quickly being proved wrong with each passing minute. It was clear that you weren’t going to find Max tonight, so you might as well redirect your efforts elsewhere.

You were just about to call Madame Web, when-

“What is it?”

“HOLY SHIT!” you shouted, nearly falling from your perch and dropping your phone in the process.

A giant, floating image of Madame Web made a sour face at you. She was slightly transparent, like her visage was being projected onto the very air before you.

“Really, there’s no need to shout. My hearing is just fine.” she said with a slight scowl.

“How did you know I was about to–-how are you doing-” you began to say, before shaking your head with a sigh. “Right. Telepath...”

Web nodded, but remained silent.

“Got any leads worth chasing? I could really use a win tonight.” you said.

“By all means, take your pick.” she replied, extending a hand towards you. Your mind was suddenly flooded with all sorts of images and key phrases. It was disorienting as hell. Like an informative acid trip.

Which lead will you pursue?

>Some bozo is going around, breaking into rich folks’ homes and destroying their money!
>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
>A pair of malformed miscreants are going around attacking homeless people!
>More of those gamer terrorists are having a shoot-out with the cops!
>Invite someone to join you.(Who?)
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Write-in.)

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Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5293201
>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
The meme option is the right option.
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>>5293201
>A pair of malformed miscreants are going around attacking homeless people!
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>>5293201
>A pair of malformed miscreants are going around attacking homeless people!
Hobos are people too...and also a valuable source of information. I'm envisioning some Florist of Sai type shit.
And
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Write-in.)
>More of those gamer terrorists are having a shoot-out with the cops!
>Send Glass out to deal with this. He could stand to cut loose after babysitting Sam.
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>>5293201
>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
I was thinking either this or shitposting about Lady Stiltman and the Amazing Open Marriage
By the by, how are you doing Scorekeeper? Oh and a can of iron shavings should work out to act as an Electro Detector he's essentially a living current, right? Meaning that he's gotta be shooting off all sorts of funky stuff tangential to Electricity, like Magnetism maybe nothing big enough to pick up a car or anything but it should screw with compasses and light magnetic things like iron shavings
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>>5293216
Honestly? I'm insanely tired. This week has been rough on me work-wise. I still enjoy writing for the quest, but I wish I had more time to devote to it. I got a lot more done in the first thread because I was on vacation at the time. Think I'm gonna take another one next month to destress, chill at home and get back to my hobbies.

Thanks for asking, though! On that note, how's everyone doing on this fine morning?

And you can probably cobble together a decently functioning Electro detector like that. You're free to see how well your DIY solution works in the upcoming votes!

Speaking of Stiltman, I really want to get into more B-Listers and shit. I have so many research tabs open that it's insane. But I guess this is the price you pay for doing a Big 2 quest.
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>>5293219
>I really want to get into more B-Listers and shit
Morbius time.
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>>5293219
So when are we meeting the Wall?
>>5293222
Ben will steal his morbillion dollars.
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>>5293222
>Mfw I used Morbius too early in the story to make effective use of the Morbin time meme before it dies
Ya hate to see it
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>>5293225
I'm waiting for the Wall's official videogame to come out, as well as his summer blockbuster debut in the MCU. That way, I can attract all the underground Wallheads lurking in this thread right now. I bet they're licking their lips right now just thinking about it.
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>>5293228
LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
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>>5293219
Unironically, I hope we meet the Alphabetical Alliance of Super Villains (A-Z villains) from Lady Thanos, to the Mugster (he mugs people...with a knife it's got a mug drawn on it), also I'd love a Sinister Six equiv but it's our Seven Evil(er) Exes
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>>5293201
>A pair of malformed miscreants are going around attacking homeless people!
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>>5293201
>>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Glass, Arcade)
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>>5293201
>>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
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>>5293261
>Seven metahuman femme fatales who all have a grudge against The Huntsman and/or Ben Parker
Given the Parker Luck, I wouldn't be surprised to see a Ben figuratively and literally drown in pussy.
All that said, I'm sure Anastasia would enjoy the challenge.
Speaking of, we should call her sometime. Maybe whenever we gotta deal with some animal themed metahuman.
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>>5293543
God I did a whole list for a different Spiderman quest I had an idea for
Fenom (Fem-Venom), Countess Cephalopod, She-Shocker, The Huntress (Ana Kraven but in Heat), Pink Goblin (yes, literally Green goblin but with tits and painted pink), Hydro-Woman, Lady Lizard, The Queenpin, Michaela Morbius, Misses Vulture, Edna "Eddy" Brock, Mysteria, and who could forget about the Spider (S)Layers.
Those are just the ones I can think of while looking through episodes of the 90's Spiderman cartoon, man that intro fucks.
Pic related is my favourite.
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>>5293201
Alright, if Silvermane's in no shape to pay us just yet, might as well put in a little extra work to bring in some dough in the meantime!

>Some bozo is going around, breaking into rich folks’ homes and destroying their money!
>Invite someone to join you. (Black Cat)
"Taking money's one thing, but DESTROYING it? This one's a little weird, so I could use your expertise as a fellow thief."
...though ooc, I already have my suspicions.

>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task:
Flint:
>More of those gamer terrorists are having a shoot-out with the cops!
"ACAB, but they have better shit to do right now than deal with a bunch of psychotic murdergamers, and you're basically immune to police gunfire. Single out one of these idiot terrorists to make sure they're hardlight holograms like last time and if so, take them out as quickly as you can - just keep your guard up in case they've been fitted with some other weird tech."
Glass(/Flint):
>A pair of malformed miscreants are going around attacking homeless people!
"Not to typecast, but this one seems right up your alley. Track them down, clear out the homeless if you have to, and either take those goons out for the cops or whomever else to lock up, or hold out for Flint to come back you up if they turn out to be more trouble than they seem."
Honestly, Glass and Flint could probably swap jobs to similar effect; I'd just send Flint to help the cops for the irony and because he'd probably be harder to pin down and identify, and could probably wrap up quickly, freeing him to help with the other jobs if necessary.

Also:
>Prowler: "Feel free to focus on what you gotta do, but if that last job is still unresolved when you wrap up and you want a little cash for it, feel free to help yourself. Otherwise, just keep an ear out in case anything goes spectacularly wrong and someone needs help that the others can't give."
>Arachne: "I know you aren't actually one of us as such, but neither is Sam. Can you keep an eye on him and offer him some guidance if someone unexpectedly comes after him? It seems unlikely, but so did everything else that's gone wrong lately..."
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>>5293201
>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
Go with Black Cat
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Glass, Arcade)
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>>5293207
I'm adding this to my vote
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Write-in.)
>Glass to deal with the Hobo Harrassers
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>>5293201
>Some bozo is going around, breaking into rich folks’ homes and destroying their money!
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>>5293897
>Some bozo is going around, breaking into rich folks’ homes and destroying their money!
I fail to see how this is a problem.
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>>5294095
This time you are not the only one with a meme to share.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=Jirg95Yy01M
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Crossover event?
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>>5294117
Spiderman and Swamp Thing?
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>>5294289
Shrek
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>>5293207
>>5293893
>>5293209
>>5293215
>>5293216
>>5293296
>>5293458
>>5293518
>>5293718
>>5293874
>>5293897
>>5293960
>A man in a giant wheel is chasing a man on a rocket propelled skateboard!
>Deploy someone to deal with a separate task.(Glass, Arcade)
(The phrasing on this vote confused the shit out of me for a second. I thought the players were under the impression that Arcade worked for them)

Writing...
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>>5293602
I had a bunch of concepts for main characters in this quest. Like, possible paths that you guys could've taken. Like "Queen Bitch Spider-Woman", "Goblin Spider" and "Homeless Hero Spider-Man". Admittedly, my least planned out route was the Spider-Kid option. Maybe I'll show off some OC's when I finally decide to bring up the Spider-Verse event.
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>>5294617
>QB SW tells Ben to go fuck himself
>in the middle of being fucked by him
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>>5294660
>"What happens when a barely legal, platinum blonde, Queen Bee/Instagram Thot gets bitten by a radioactive spider? Why, she becomes a SUPER-POWERED barely legal, platinum blonde, Queen Bee/Instagram Thot!"
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“Felicia, you’re free to go.” you said over the comm, trying to sound normal as you dealt with the flood of information. “I’ve got some other business to attend to.”

“You sure? Because I can go all…night…long…” Felicia replied, trying to sound sexy, but ultimately failing as she let out multiple yawns.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” you said, trying not to laugh. “Get some rest.”

“Roger that…” she said, yawning one more time before ending the call. A minute later, you were calling Glass about the other thing you wanted to keep an eye on.

“The what now?” he asked.

“Those gamer terrorists that have been popping up all over the city. I know you used to live underground and all, but there’s no way you could miss them.” you said.

“Oh. Those asshats? Why’re they still here? It’s been over a month.” he said, his voice echoing slightly as he spoke.

“People seem to think that a popular game dev has something to do with it, but they can’t make anything stick in court.” you explained. “But that’s not important right now. There are a bunch of them out right now having a shoot-out with the cops. I was hoping that you might be willing to go and break it up before the situation escalates.”

For a moment, you heard nothing but the sound of cloth rustling and light cracking of crystals over the phone, but then Glass spoke once more with that resonant voice of his.

“Sure as hell beats babysitting Sam, here.” he said, his voice momentarily becoming more muffled than usual. “Shoot me the address and I’ll be right over. Just gotta cover up real quick.”

You knew that Glass preferred to go out with a disguise on. It consisted of a beige baseball cap, a pair of shades, a loose face covering with an army camo pattern, and a hoodie to cover his arms. This was all done to prevent the glare of the sun radiating off his skin from blinding passersby. It also helped him to avoid any mutant haters that might be walking the streets. As a mutant, he might not be terribly fond of cops, but he was once an X-Man, so you knew that he must have an altruistic side to him. The fact that he didn’t protest, even a little, told you everything that you needed to know.

With that out of the way, you thanked him and ended the call. When you returned your attention back to Madame Web…you found nothing. She was gone, and so was her presence in your mind. You would have to get used to that.

—-------

As you drew closer to the location that Web had specified in her psychic projection, it became glaringly obvious why she had bothered to bring this to your attention. This was far more than a petty dispute between metas. The two of them were tearing the city to pieces!

Well…the guy piloting the giant golden wheel was, anyway. The guy he was chasing seemed…vaguely familiar. He had dark skin, and wore a bright orange and yellow costume.
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The guy rolling around in the big wheel was wearing a clunky green suit that almost reminded you of one of those Nascar firesuits. He seemed to be shouting something at his target, but you couldn’t hear a word that he was saying from where you were.

You had to figure out how to stop that wheel. It had smashed straight through buildings, rolled over cars, and was probably single handedly responsible for more property damage in one night than you ever have been in your entire life. And that was saying something.

You hadn’t seen it use those shiny new weapons strapped to both sides of the gyro-locked ring, but considering how big they were, you weren’t in any mood to see them in action.

How do you plan on stopping this?

>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.
>Try to smash open the protective panel on the side of the wheel and drag the pilot out.
>Try to remove the weapons from the wheel by force.
>Snag the other guy’s board and grab him so that you can get him to safety.
>”Alright. Let’s just calm down and try to work this out before someone gets blown to bits.”
>”What’s the point of the mayor paying for those fancy new skateparks if you kids are just gonna play around in the middle of the street?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5294708
>Try to remove the weapons from the wheel by force.
>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.
This should reduce any collateral damage.
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>>5294708
>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.
>Try to smash open the protective panel on the side of the wheel and drag the pilot out.
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>>5294708
>Snag the other guy’s board and grab him so that you can get him to safety.
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>>5294738
>>5294708
Ditto
>>5294617
Kek QB sounds hilarious
>Uses the Parker Ass she gets to practically rule instagram
>Beats up guys that interrupt her modelling with their robberies
>Pathologically infuriates Skrewball to the point that Skrewball becomes her version of The Joker
My only question about her is would it be incest?
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>>5294760
Damn boy you are in two of the few quests I follow.
You play in 2nd Primarch Quest too?
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>>5294777
I play all the quests.
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>>5294773
It's not the Parker Ass, it's the Spectacular Spider Cheeks. Get it right.
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>>5294708
>>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.
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>>5294708
>>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.
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>>5294716
>>5294738
>>5294773
>>5294898
>>5294948
>Knock the giant wheel on its side and web it to the ground.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

>>5294773
>Screwball gets so pissed that she tries to stream snipe Spider-Woman on multiple occasions. Although, this literally involves her hiring guys to try and snipe her during her streams.

I was thinking of either making her Liz Allan or Patsy Walker, so it wouldn't be incest.
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5295051
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Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5295051
Here’s to not dying.
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5295051
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>>5295054
>>5295078
>>5295080
Taking these. Writing...
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>>5295078
I guess we'll be doing a lot better than not dying now
>>5295051
>THIS WEEK ONLY
>SKREWBALL'S GREATEST HITS
it's all her murdering people and taunting spiderwoman
Also just because I think it'd be hilarious
>That version of Skrewball is also a femcel horribly angry that "That E-Whore Spiderwoman's Swing-Streams" are taking away viewers from her prank podcasts
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>72

As the Big Wheel rode by, you’d just barely managed to intercept it with a swinging kick before it rolled over the guy with the flying skateboard. And it was a good thing that you used a considerable amount of your strength in doing so, because the damn thing weighed a ton! So much so that it actually shook the ground when it toppled over

The pilot screamed in inarticulate rage as you proceeded to web the wheel to the ground. Hopefully this will be enough to-

“I don’t know who you are, but you just saved my ass.” said a voice from behind. The guy with the flying skateboard lowered himself down to hover closer to you. Upon closer inspection, you do remember seeing that board before. But where…?

“You don’t know who I am? Don’t you watch the news?” you asked, your tone filled with mock offense. “I had a rather engaging Q&A/Obstacle course that was live-streamed in TImes Square.”

The skateboard guy tilted his head in confusion, but his attention was quickly drawn to the giant wheel rotating its guns and pointing them right at-

“Look out!” the skateboard guy screamed.

You avoided the plasma bolts effortlessly, flipping backwards off of the wheel and twisting in mid-air to avoid any lethal damage.

“What’d you do to piss this guy off so bad, anyway?” you asked without breaking stride.

“It’s…well, it’s complicated.” he said, using a crumbling statue as cover.

“Then make it uncomplicated.” you shot back, piling on more webbing to keep it down. The Big Wheel appeared to be fighting against your webs, picking itself up and snapping the material like it was no stronger than plastic mesh.

Skateboard guy was silent for a long moment, and you absently wondered whether he’d been shot without you realizing. When he finally spoke up, he sounded bitter.

“His name’s Jackson Wheele.” he began, and it took literally all your fucking might to supress a snicker. Spider-strength be damned. “He hired me to snag some documents for him a while back. Somebody had dirt on him and he wanted it gone. Except…when I got it for him, I raised the price on him a bit.” he admitted.

“By how much?”

More silence. Except this time, it didn’t stretch on for nearly as long as this time.

“100k…” he said with a sigh.

You let out a shrill whistle. “Damn. I’d be pissed too.” you said, frowning a little. Your webbing didn’t seem to be having much of an effect on this thing.

“I thought he was an easy mark, you know? He told me he couldn’t pay up, and I told him that he’d keep accruing interest if he didn’t. The guy even tried to off himself, but I stopped him before he could.” he said.

“Oh, well that was nice of you.” you replied, sounding surprised.

Skateboard guy shrugged. “It was only because he owed me money.”

(Cont.)
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“Oh. Well that checks out.” you said, returning your attention to the wheel. The fucking thing had giant retractable arms and a—OH SHIT!

You jerked to the side, just barely managing to avoid a missile that had been fired from the Big Wheel. It sailed past your head and blew up a car somewhere in the distance.

You and the skateboard guy just stared at the burning wreckage in stunned silence.

“Lemme guess. He wanted revenge?” you asked.

Skateboard guy just nodded.

“Just give him the dirt!”

“I already tried that! He wants me dead!”

You let out a groan and risked a peek at the wheel. It was back on its feet again. No…that didn’t sound right. The point was, it was standing upright. You would have to do something to severely damage it.

What will you do?

>Bait out another missile and throw it back at the Big Wheel.
>Use your Dagger to carve out a section of the protective paneling.
>Latch onto the back of it and use your Slip Component to detonate the fucking thing!
>Grab the skateboard guy and take to the skies.
>Call Madame Web! Maybe she knows something that can help you.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5295156
>Use your Dagger to carve out a section of the protective paneling.
>"I don't think running away is going to work for long, so do you mind giving me a hand in saving you?"
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>>5295157
>>5295168
Replied to the wrong post.
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>>5295157
>Use your Dagger to carve out a section of the protective paneling.
>"I don't think running away is going to work for long, so do you mind giving me a hand in saving you?"
> "You're gonna owe me one after this too"
They're both scum but they should keep it between themselves
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>>5295176
+1; the skateboard guy started all this by trying to fleece a guy and driving him to suicide. That's bad for business, and now nobody will want to hire him for being a dishonest fuck to other villains. Wheel guy shouldn't be letting other people get easy dirt on him either.
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>>5295157
>>Bait out another missile and throw it back at the Big Wheel.
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>>5295157
>Call Madame Web! Maybe she knows something that can help you.
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>>5295157
>>Use your Dagger to carve out a section of the protective paneling.
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>>5295168
>>5295176
>>5295179
>>5295242
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
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Rolled 53 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5295360
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Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5295360
I never remember how to roll.
>captcha TRYA0
I'd hope not
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5295360
Kickass, here goes,
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>>5295364
>>5295382
>>5295384
Good shit. Writing...
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(Apologies for the super late update! Got tied up with something)

>109!
>M-M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!

“I don’t think running away would do you much good at this point. Would you mind giving me a hand here?” you asked, pulling out your knife and twirling it in your hand.

He eyed the weapon warily for a moment, before nodding with just as much hesitation. You took that as at least a half decent confirmation that he wouldn’t run off while you weren’t looking. If he did, you could always drag him back and abandon him to his fate.

You waited for a gap between his shots, and when your spider-sense stopped tingling for just a second, you made your move.

You rolled out of cover and recovered in the blink of an eye, sprinting forward with renewed vigor as your eyes tracked the barrel of the Wheel’s heavy cannons. The moment you felt your spider sense tingle, you dove forward rolling under the first shot and using your webs to swing past the next two.

Skateboard guy was circling around and firing a volley of micro-rockets from a launcher on his wrist. The Wheel rocked slightly as they impacted its hull, but they didn’t appear to do much damage.

This earned him the attention of the pilot, who was entirely unaware of your presence on the side of his Wheel. That is, until you plunged your knife through one of its thick glass panels. His eyes went wide as he whirled to face you. His face was almost immediately covered as you yanked the dagger back out, and began filling the cracks with webbing and explosive barbs. Your spider-sense was blaring in the forefront of your mind, warning you about the dual cannons rotating to fire on you. But it was too late.

With a loud crack, the glass panel exploded inward, leaving the driver momentarily disoriented. Not for long, but long enough for you to slip inside before his weapons could fire. He screamed in impotent rage, but you quickly silenced him with a left hook across the side of his face. Jackson’s body went limp, and the Big Wheel stopped firing almost immediately.

A wave of relief washed over you, but it was almost immediately followed by a fresh spark of curiosity. Looking at it now, this thing was a real marvel of modern technology. It would’ve taken a genius to build something like this, and you didn’t think Jackson here fit the bill. The damage to the controls and exterior was minimal, and you thought you could replace the glass paneling easily enough.

“Everything okay in there?” skateboard guy yelled.

(Cont.)
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How will you respond?

>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
>”He’s out cold. If I were you, I’d peel out before the cops got here.”
>”I’m pretty sure I did all the heavy lifting there, but I appreciate the concern. Speaking of, do you wanna help me pick this thing back up?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5295598
I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
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>>5295598
>>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
BEEEG WHEEEL
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>>5295598
>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
>”He’s out cold. If I were you, I’d peel out before the cops got here.”
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>>5295598
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”
I dont see us using the wheel cept in emergencies not very stealthy and would catch lots of unwanted attention on us
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>>5295614
Uh Spiderman needs a car/vehicle
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>>5295598

>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”
I personally would prefer to sell it or take it apart for the tech also this guy owes us for saving his life it's practically part of The Code
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>>5295598
>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”
Yeah better to question Phin about this, perhaps sell it
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>>5295735
+1
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>>5295598
>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I’m pretty sure I did all the heavy lifting there, but I appreciate the concern. Speaking of, do you wanna help me pick this thing back up?”
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
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>>5295598
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”
>”He’s out cold. If I were you, I’d peel out before the cops got here.”
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>>5295601
>>5295610
>>5295613
>>5295614
>>5295643
>>5295735
>>5295737
>>5295774
>>5295776
>”I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?”(Take the Big Wheel for yourself.)
>”I never caught your name. Or do you go by an alias?”
>”I think it’s safe to say that you owe me a favor after all this.”

Taking these. Writing...
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“I’m wondering whether this thing will fit in my garage! Do you have any idea how to drive this thing?” you asked, pushing Jackson aside and gripping the controls.

“No idea! It looked complicated, though. I once saw him drive up a building in order to chase me.” the skateboard guy said as circle the fallen wheel.

“This thing can drive up buildings!? But it weighs a ton!” you exclaimed, running a hand along the console. You’d definitely have to repaint this thing later.

“I didn’t believe it either. It’s the whole reason why he’d managed to chase me this far.” he said.

“Hey, I never caught your name. Or, do you go by an alias?” you asked.

“I go by Rocket Racer.” he proudly declared as if it were the coolest thing in the world. You decided to cut him some slack and avoided commenting on it.

“Well ‘Rocket’, I think it’s safe to say that you owe me one after all this.” you proclaimed.

You heard a long, suffering sigh come from above that you took as a confirmation of your agreement. If this ever got out, then Rocket Racer’s budding reputation would take a nosedive. No one wants to work with a greedy merc that can’t keep his word.

>Rocket Racer has been added to your Contacts!

With that decided, you still needed to figure out where you were going to park this thing. It’d be hard to sneak it through the city with all those cars in the way. Of course, you could always roll over them or try to drive up buildings in order to avoid too much attention, but you weren’t entirely sure that you could pull it off without more practice.

Where will you park the Big Wheel?

>Bring it back to your warehouse.
>Drop it off at Madame Web’s mansion. She seems to have a lot of property.
>Park it inside of one of Silvermane’s safehouses. It’ll be a tight fit, though.
>Try to hide it inside of a shipping container at the docks.
See if Callisto has a big enough place to hide it in the sewers. It’ll be a bitch to retrieve it, though.
>Write-in.

Also, what will you name the vehicle?

>Keep the current name.(Big Wheel)
>The Web-Spinner
>The Spider-Cycle
>The Wall-Crawler
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5295811
>>Drop it off at Madame Web’s mansion. She seems to have a lot of property.
>Keep the current name.(Big Wheel)
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>>5295811
>Bring it back to your warehouse
Who doesn't love a project car.
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>>5295811
>Bring it back to your warehouse.
>The B.F.W.
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>>5295851
>>5295811
>The Wall-Crawler
Forgot to vote for the name.
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>>5295854
>>5295851
Support
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>>5295811
>Drop it off at Madame Web’s mansion. She seems to have a lot of property.
>The Web-Spinner
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>>5295811
>Park it inside of one of Silvermane’s safehouses. It’ll be a tight fit, though.
we sure have to learn our lesson when it comes to salvaged tech and bringig it to out own place before we check it for bugs
>delay naming it until we have it properly modified to suit our needs
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>>5295851
>>5295854
>>5295852
>>5295880
>Bring it back to your warehouse
>The Wall-Crawler

Taking these. Writing...
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“I think I’ll call it…’The Wall-Crawler’!” you muttered to yourself, jerking the wheel back and forth like you were a kid in a make-believe race car.

“I can always come back later if you need some time alone.” said Madame Web, now floating in front of the wheel.

You jumped in surprise and very nearly fired your hidden gun on reflex. She just smirked at you.

“You almost gave me a friggin heart attack!” you shouted.

“You okay in there?” Rocket asked.

“You’re the only one that can hear me, remember? I’m speaking directly into your mind.” Web informed you.

“I’m fine! I just had to knock Jackson out again.” you lied.

“Well, give him another punch for me, will ya?” Racer called out.

“Will do!” you yelled back, before lowering your voice to a whisper. “What are you doing here? I did what you asked me to.”

She nodded at you. “That you did. And for that, I am grateful.” she said, giving you a cordial bow. “But I do believe that you intend to do something both incredibly reckless and hopelessly foolish.”

She pointed a sharp claw at the Wall-Crawler’s control console.

“You have no idea how to drive that thing, and you were about to take it for a joy ride through the city.” she continued.

“Oh, come on. It can’t be that hard.” you proclaimed, glancing over the assortment of colorful knobs, dials and switches. “You just, uh…”

Your hand reached out to press a shiny green button, only for it to be swatted away by a wrinkled, ethereal hand. “Not that one.” she said, shaking her head ruefully.

You drew your hand back and reached for a lever, only to achieve the exact same result.

“Not that one, either.”

You threw up your hands in frustration. “Fine! I don’t know how to drive this thing!” you admitted. “There! You happy!?”

“Not particularly, no. But I can show you a thing or two so you don’t get anyone killed.” she said, gesturing at the console once more.

“How do you know how to drive it? Is this because of your whole…psychic thing?” you asked.

“Something like that, yes.” Web said, her lips compressing into a thin line. “From what I was able to extract from Mr. Wheel’s mind, I do believe that I’ve gained a somewhat decent knowledge of this vehicle’s…intricacies.”

“So you can walk me through it.” you concluded.

She nodded. “That is the plan. Bear in mind that I only possess the barest of knowledge on the matter, so there will be no horseplay on your way home. No stunts and no flashy maneuvers. Straight home.” she demanded, pressing an ethereal finger into your chest.

“Yes ma’am.” you confirmed, giving her a lazy salute before gripping the wheel.

You couldn’t see through her blindfold, but you had the distinct feeling that she was rolling her eyes beneath them.

(Cont.)
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“Now pull that lever. Slowly! Slowly…” Web said over your shoulder. She was definitely making you more nervous about this whole thing.

Once you’d changed the traction settings on the tires, the Wheel didn’t so much roll as it did glide over the city streets. You weren’t even leaving any visible tire tracks! Despite it weighing as much as it did, it didn’t drag as it traveled, and the amount of noise that was coming from the engine was far quieter than it had any right to be.

No, most of the trouble you were having came from you attempting to avoid every abandoned car or random pedestrian. Web was carefully guiding you down back streets and empty roads so you wouldn’t hit heavy traffic, which was no easy feat by any means in the city that never sleeps.

At the very least, she was helping you to get a decent grasp on the basics of piloting this monster. You’d left Jackson tied up for the cops to come grab him, and you presumed that Racer would be long gone by then. At least he didn’t try to fight you for the right to own the Wall-Crawler. Not that he would’ve stood a chance, but you considered it as a distinct possibility.

“Take this next right.” Web advised you.

“I know how to get home from here!” you snapped, feeling your nerves fraying at the edges.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young man!” she shot back, her voice filled with indignation.

You sighed and readjusted your grip on the steering wheel.

—------------

About 20 minutes later, you were back at home, pulling into your massive garage. The Wall-Crawler was far from inconspicuous, so you couldn’t be absolutely certain that you weren’t followed, but at the very least, they’d have a hell of a time tracking you with the stealth mode active for most of the ride.

Madame Web left you alone soon after you’d arrived, promising to have the money sent to your account in the morning. All in all, you were feeling pretty good about the way this night ended. You cleaned up the city a bit, made a profit, and got away with a sweet new ride.

Your expression was a smug one as you pulled into the garage and closed the gate behind you. Whereas Sam was just gaping at you, cautiously backing away until his back was against the wall.

“W-what the hell is that thing!?” he said.

“My new ride! Do you like it?” you asked, reaching a hand out through the hole you made and tapping its side.

“It-it’s a…giant wheel.” he stammered.

“Very observant!” you said, opening the side door and sliding out of the driver’s seat. “It could use a new paint job, though.”

Sam seemed to have caught his breath and calmed down, because he walked closer to you in order to get a better look.

“You could probably lose the winches, too.” he said, becoming contemplative for a moment.

“The arms?”

“Yeah. Either that, or you could shorten them—use more lightweight materials, maybe.”

(Cont.)
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You were about to reply, but then you paused and took a moment to look around. “Where’s Flint?” you asked.

“He had to go grab something real quick.” he said absently.

“He’s supposed to be watching you.” you said with a frown.

Sam shrugged. “You said it yourself. There’s no point in running. Not until I figure out what it is that you really want from me.”

The momentary flash of annoyance subsided, and was replaced by curiosity. Despite offering this kid a job, you admittedly don’t know much about him. Now’s as good a time as any to find out.

What will you say?

>”You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
>”Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?”
>”What happened after I left. How’d Max end up with the suit after theft got it off of you?”
>”Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5296109
You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
>”Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?”
>”What happened after I left. How’d Max end up with the suit after theft got it off of you?”
>”Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
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>>5296109
Haha, funny driving instructor.

>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
>”You never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
We might also emphasise that once he’s paid his debt to us and Silvermane, there’s good money to be made if he stays on with the Desperados. Not that it’s crucial to this specific conversation, but I think it’s definitely something we should make clear. We’re not looking to enslave the guy, after all.
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>>5296121
+1
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>>5296109
>”Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.”
>”You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
>”What happened after I left. How’d Max end up with the suit after theft got it off of you?”
Get him comfortable for interview time.
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>>5296109
>”You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
>”Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?”
>”Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
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>>5296109
>>”You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
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>>5296121
Ditto, seems like a good spread of questions
>>5296105
Just thought about it, we really owe it to Peter to create enough villains for him to fight, so we should seduce villainesses, knock them up, and break their hearts so they hold grudges against us and our family for the rest of their lives I'm mostly joking, mostly
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>>5296235
I like the way you think
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>>5296235
Time to get TM and BC onboard.
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>>5296121
>>5296127
>>5296235
>>5296125
>>5296139
>>5296170
>>5296185
>You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.”
>”Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?”
>”What happened after I left. How’d Max end up with the suit after theft got it off of you?”
>”Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5296235
>>5296252
>>5296261
There's gonna be a LONG line of people waiting to shoot Uncle Ben at the end of all this. He won't even get to give his big speech!
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>>5296109
>"Alright, might as well hash things out properly. Come with me." (Head over to your personal gym and talk to Sam while sparring with him)
>”Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?”
>”Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.”
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>>5296298
FUCK
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>>5296298
>>5296299
Hang onto that first suggestion. It can always be brought up later in future votes.
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>>5296287
"Remember Peter… with great power, comes mad game… Wait, no, that’s not-" BLAM!
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>>5296301
>"UNCLE BEN! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
>"REDHEAD PUSSY GOT ME FUCKED UP!"
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“You know, you never did say how you managed to get your hands on that suit.” you said, turning to face him fully.

That got Sam’s attention. He seemed to weigh something in his mind, before nodding and turning to face you as well.

“I, uh, snuck inside. I broke in.” he said.

“You just...broke into the Baxter Building.” you repeated, trying to wrap your head around it.

Sam nodded. “Yeah.”

“And how’d you manage that?”

“...Invisible suit.” Sam said after a while.

“Pardon?”

“I made a cloaking suit. It was a really rough design and ran on AA batteries, but…it worked.” he explained with a shrug.

“You made a cloaking suit. By yourself.”

Sam nodded both times.

“It ate up power like crazy, though.” he admitted. “I wanted to put a patent on it, but I was worried that somebody would just…steal my design and screw me over.”

You paused and took a moment to digest that information.

“Okay…” you continued. “And this cloaking suit just allowed you to…walk right through the front door?”

“Well, it wasn’t that easy. I still had to trick the thermal sensors, watch out for camera locations, disable any nearby pressure sensors…” he began, listing things off on his fingers. “But…I only managed to get that far because I did my homework beforehand. I don’t like improvising on the job.”

You nodded approvingly at him. If any of that was true, then you would be truly impressed. He was clearly smart, but his lack of experience was showing.

“And how’d you get caught?” you asked.

Sam froze, his confidence from earlier flying out the window. He probably thought that you’d assume he got off scott-free because he was still clearly in one piece. But you were paying close attention to the news reports following the incident. Richards said on multiple occasions that the thief managed to “escape”. And that meant that he had been caught in the act. Now, the Fantastic Four were many things, but they weren’t liars.

Sam scratched the back of his head, looking more than a little embarrassed. “I was caught by a, um…blind lady.” he muttered.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you asked, drinking in every ounce of the shame that was practically radiating off of him right now.

Sam groaned and let his arms sag towards the floor. “I got caught by a blind lady. I think she’s Ben Grimm’s girl.” he answered.

“Alicia Masters” you said with a nod. “She could still sense that you were there, even if she couldn’t see you.”

Sam nodded. “Once she picked up on my general location, the Invisible Woman managed to manipulate the light waves around me until I was visible to everyone in the room.”

“And what happened then?”

(Cont.)
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“Well…I put on the suit.” he said. “It was crazy! I was absorbing the Human Torch’s flames, feeding off of the kinetic energy of The Thing’s punches! I can see why Reed kept that thing locked up.”

“It’s way too powerful.” you agreed. “And now Max has it.”

Both of you were silent for a while after that. You could blame Richards for creating the damned thing, Sam for stealing it, yourself for breaking it, or Max for repurposing it. There was more than enough to go around. Someone has to put an end to it at some point before the Avengers get involved.

“Got anyone back home that you need to worry about?” you asked.

Sam let out a huff and crossed his arms over his chest. “My little sister. She’s probably been worried sick about me. But she’s got my Mom to take care of her.” he said.

“You don’t think your Mom would be worried sick about you too?”

Sam shrugged, but didn’t offer anything else on the subject. You decided to change it.

“What happened after I left? How’d Max end up with the suit after they got it off you?” you asked.

Sam seemed to come back from wherever he had internally retreated to. “They used some sort of crazy looking machine to separate the suit from me on a molecular level. I thought it would hurt, but it just sort of…tingled, all over.” he said, making some odd gestures with his hands, clearly at a loss for words to describe it. “The guy with the crazy hair stabilized it with some weird wand-looking thing, and then they just…yanked it off of me. I passed out after that.”

“Why’s it green now?”

“What?”

“The suit. It was green when Max was wearing it. How’d that happen?

“Oh, that’s just its natural color. The suit only appeared to be black before because it was absorbing all the natural light in the surrounding area. When all the colors on the spectrum mix together, they look black.” Sam explained.

“Huh. Neat.”

Sam nodded his agreement, and fell silent once more. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a while, when Sam’s stomach growled. Loudly.

“Are you hungry? We’ve got food in the fridge.” you said, pointing a thumb back towards your tiny little kitchen.

Sam patted his stomach gingerly. “Yes, please. I haven’t eaten in over a week.” he groaned.

—---

Thankfully, you had some leftover pizza and subs in the fridge. Sam practically ate them all by himself. You’d have to make Flint go out and buy more as punishment for abandoning his post.

The man in question came back a little later, bowing his head apologetically and standing guard as the two of you ate. You felt a little bad making him watch you eat, so you left Sam to his own devices for a little so you could show Flint the Wall-Crawler.

You could already tell that he was excited to supe it up and give it a spin. And you’d like nothing more…as soon as you figured out what most of these buttons and levers did.
>>
By the time you returned, Sam was done eating, and was laying back with a satisfied look on his face. The damn kid drank the last Pepsi too.

Oh well.

“Since you’re gonna be working for me, I need to know what your skills and qualifications are.” you said, catching him off guard.

“Don’t people usually give the interview before they offer the job?” he asked.

“Most people don’t have to make excuses so maggia bosses don’t shoot them in front of their own children.” you shot back.

Sam nodded. “Good point.” he said, struggling to sit up in his chair. “Well, I’m…good at making gadgets. I’m smart, self-motivated, hard-working, good with people…”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “You’re not applying for a job at Walmart, Sam. Give me something useful.”

“Right. I’m a pretty good fighter, a trained acrobat…did I already say that I’m smart?”

“You did.” you said, suppressing another sigh.

You needed a way to test him. Something that would hopefully cut this interview short.

What will you say?

>”Let’s go a few rounds and see what you’re made of.”
>”Why don’t you build something for me? I’ll show you to the crafting table.”
>”So you’re a gymnast. How good are you? Ever win any competitions?”
>”I’m having a hard time believing that you broke into the Baxter Building. Why don’t you show me that ‘homework’ of yours?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5296355
>”Why don’t you build something for me? I’ll show you to the crafting table.”
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>>5296367
Support. Be sure to make it spider themed
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>>5296355
>”Let’s go a few rounds and see what you’re made of.”
>"No shots to the balls though, or I'm using my webs."
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>>5296355
>>”Why don’t you build something for me? I’ll show you to the crafting table.”
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>>5296355
>”Why don’t you build something for me? I’ll show you to the crafting table.”
>”So you’re a gymnast. How good are you? Ever win any competitions?”
>Congratulations and welcome to getting paid to make dumb shit for Ultra-Criminals (Never say "Supervillain" that's our word)
>>5296330
>>5296301
>>5296287
"Peter...my boy...I did it all for the Super-Pussy...meta girls put out like you wouldn't believe... *Coughs out blood*...Peter, they say don't stick your dick in crazy but that's all I ever did...Pete, stay away from mutant girls...they look normal but the kids always come out with eight eyes...I think we get it from your grandfather...he always gave webs a weird look...*blood starts dripping out of his ears*... P-Diddy...I cannot overstate how amazing aunt may is...imagine what it must have taken to sway me from my weekly trips to the sewer for impressionable mutant girls..."
> "uncle Ben...why are you telling me this"
"to warn you P-Stack...those Metahuman girls are nothing but trouble...at the beginning it's all gorilla-grip green vaginas and telepathic triplets...but eventually they start asking about names and picking out seven legged baby pajamas...it's just not worth it...*death rattle as Ben breathes out his last*
> "Unc...Uncle Ben?"
"Yeah Pter? Where was I?...right, I owe way too much child support to ever acknowledge them so just give them a quarter for the bus and send them on their way, it's really the best solution to everyone" *uncle Ben melts, Peter realizes the whole thing was just a ploy to escape Ben's greatest enemy, The Legion of Baby Mamas*
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>>5296355
>"Do you still have that invisibility suit, or the design around? Prowler is also good with tech and I know a very powerful but small power source. We might be able to make it work."
>"Let's do a little exercise course. You try to keep up with me, and at theend we have a scrap to measure you up"
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>>5296416
+1
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>>5296416
+1
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>>5296416
>>5296355
Fuck, supporting this
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>>5296416
+1
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>>5296355
Oh I meant to ask this earlier, can we become a stronger Spiderman? Like with a magnetic weight set or something?
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>>5296492
There's a lot to be said about Benny's strength, especially in contrast to the Spider-Man most people are familiar with.
For starters, Benny here was a grown man at the time of his fateful encounter, so that would mean he'd more than likely have more lean muscle mass than a teenaged Spider-Man by default.
Then you have Benny's admittedly irregular exercise regimen in contrast to the canonical Peter Parker's non-existent one.
As it stands, I'm fairly certain we're already stronger than the proper Spider-Man was at this point in his career thanks to those two factors.
As far as increasing our strength further? I don't wanna put words in Scorekeeper's mouth, but I don't see why not.
That said, I don't think it's something we should be focusing on at the moment.
What we should probably square away first is learning how to fight at a high level since it feels like EVERY metahuman in this universe is an expert hand-to-hand combatant at minimum.
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>>5296498
Also we have the built different trait, where Ben just doesn't go down.
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>>5296498
That is very true, normal Pete's a very Dex/Int build but I think it'd be a lot of fun to go full STR/END build
>inb4 Ben's looking at some high tech bomb he has to defuse
>Thinks for a second
>Just puts his fist straight through it and walks away with a job well done
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>>5296500
Yeah as far as strength and stamina are concerned, we almost certainly outclass Peter in his early days.
Add to that Benny's penchant for drunken brawls and that's another headstart.
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>>5296505
>"PARKER! IT'S A FUCKING NUKE!"
>"Hold up, I got this."
>thwip.mp3
>proceeds to whip the nuke directly upwards
>suddenly aliens breach the atmosphere over NYC (this shit happens every other week)
>nuke detonates after smashing through the first wave
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>>5296509
> "By Jove Ben, that's an alien Warlord claiming New York as his personal domain"
> "Fucking neat, watch this* *does three shots and chugs a full pitcher of beer before baseball chucking a web grenade directly into the alien's monologuing mouth
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>>5296416
>>5296419
>>5296433
>>5296443
>>5296459
Taking these. Writing...

>>5296492
>>5296498
>>5296500
>>5296507
You could build up your strength, but the workouts would have to be very intensive. Ben doesn't even know what his upper limits are right now. He was capable of easily lifting every single weight in his home gym at once and it absolutely floored him. He was very well of his lethal strength and tried to figure out how to punch someone without instantly killing them in his first training session. Him having experience as a brawler puts him a good step above Pete in his early career as well.

>>5296505
>>5296509
>>5296533
If Batman can disarm a bomb by shoving his whole hand through it, I don't see why Ben can't!
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>>5296537
That seems like something we should figure out when we have some downtime or at least scope out also with how much cash we have I bet Ben's having a great time drinking imported Canadian beer although never forget that Marvel Canada is the evilest country on earth...which... couldn't....be...farther...from...reality
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“Do you still have that cloaking suit, or at least the design for it?” you asked. “Prowler’s also good with tech, and I happen to know of a very small, but powerful energy source. We might be able to make it work.”

Sam eyed you warily for a moment, but you could see that he was very interested in what you were offering him.

“I might. Show me this power source first, and I’ll see if I can adapt my designs to be compatible with it.” he promised.

You nodded. Now all you had to do was bug Toomes until he sent you the schematics! Easy peasy!

“Alright. Let’s do a little fitness course.” you suggested. “You try to keep up with me, and at the end, we have ourselves a little scrap to see how well you measure up.”

He gave you a baffled look, but you paid it no attention as you turned to walk away and prompted him to follow.

“But I just ate.” he said with a groan.

“You’ll work it off!” you said.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted Flint messing around in the Wall Crawler.

“Be back in a bit, Flint. Try not to get sand in my seats!” you shouted.

“I think you’ve got bigger things to worry about, Benny. There’s broken glass all over these seats!” he exclaimed. “Were you sitting on this the entire time? How’d you even drive it home like this?”

“I guess all those squats have been paying off. I’ve got buns of steel, pal.”

—-------

You vaulted over a roof-mounted fan, landed on an air vent, flipped onto the side of metal railing, and kicked off towards a rusty pipe, which you gracefully swung off of, before rolling onto an adjacent rooftop.

You looked back, and were genuinely impressed by how well Sam was keeping up with you. He wasn’t nearly as graceful as Felicia or as fast as Cindy or Anastasia, but he was far better than your average parkouring Youtuber. When he got a bit closer, you started running again. This continued for a while, until you started to notice him taking shortcuts to catch up with you. Taking calculated risks and performing daring stunts.

Satisfied by this behavior, you stopped on a sufficiently sized rooftop and gave him a minute to catch his breath. The two of you circled each other, flexing your hands and watching for any sudden movements.

“Alright, not bad.” you admitted. “Now let’s see if you can scrap.”

Sam nodded and assumed a stance for a fighting style that you didn’t quite recognize. His legs were spread far apart, and he’d lowered his center of gravity. It was like you were watching a cheesy kung-fu movie.

“Bring it.” you declared with a taunting hand gesture.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5296554
Here goes, hope this Flatscan doesn't beat our ass
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5296554
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5296554
Alright kid, time to see how a New Yorker gets things done.
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>>5296556
>>5296558
>>5296560
I'll be taking these, but I'll write the update in the morning. Going to sleep for now.
Goodnight, anons! Thanks for playing!

Also
>Two 88's
BRUH
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>>5296562
Night, Score
Don't forget that they're all dubs and 33 is just two line segments away from being 88. just weird
Also, Spider-Workout when?
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>>5296562
With these rolls, we shall now have all the power of 88 Japanese hooligans wearing Kato masks.
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>>5296562
>88
>no 14
OP, will the infamous Sam Raimi Uncle Ben ever happen in an April Fools special or similar meme thread issue? It was a different time, you understand...
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>>5296565
>Madam Negative unleashes the Crazy 88 on us for non-payment of child support
>>5296566
Dammit I knew I was forgetting something in my shitposts
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>>5296564
>"Ben?"
>"Ah...what?"
>"You've just been hitting deadlifts for the last hour. You still have a whole routine to go through."
>"This IS the routine!"
>"But what about your cardio?"
>"BUt WhAT abOuT YouR CaRDiO?!"
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You lunged forward, hoping to catch him off guard, but he somehow managed to parry the blow. However, the force behind it did manage to throw him off balance. He attempted to interrupt your momentum with a sweeping high kick, but you easily avoided it and delivered a series of light jabs to his chest. He staggered backwards, clearly unprepared for the strength and speed of a metahuman.

At least he hadn’t thrown up from that. An intensive training course probably wasn’t the best thing for someone who’d just gorged themselves on pizza and meatball subs.

His stance became more guarded, and you waited for him to make the first move this time. After a long, tense few moments, he lunged, and you sidestepped his opening punch. He had good form, and his punches were sharp. He’s obviously had training.

Sam sent a variation of straight punches and elbows in your direction and you expertly deflected them, with the help of your spider-sense, of course. You had to admit, if he’d fought you before you were bitten by that spider, he probably would have kicked your ass. He wasn’t as good as Cindy or anyone else on your team other than you and Flint, but it was still fairly impressive.

Feeling as if you’d gotten everything you were looking for, you decided to end this quickly. After deflecting his next punch, you spun away, grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder. Sam hit the floor with a thud and immediately went into a coughing fit. He tried to scramble to his feet, but before he could get up, you placed a foot on his chest. He seemed to be surprised by how much pressure you could effortlessly place on him.

“Not bad. There’s room for improvement, but I’m seeing some real potential here.” you said.

“Really? Then why does it feel like you just wiped the floor with me?” he asked, looking up at you from the ground.

“That’s not too far from the truth. You might wanna wash that shirt when you get home.” you replied, removing your foot and taking a few steps back. You helped the kid onto his feet and slapped him on the shoulder.

What will you say?

>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”
>”Take a breather. We’re gonna start up again in a few minutes.”
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”How far away is your home? Do you need a lift?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5296575
At the moment, the only meme story I have planned is the inevitable Deadpool crossover, and that's probably a way's off. Maybe I'll do something with Gwenpool or She-Hulk at some point.
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>>5296894
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”
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>>5296894
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”How far away is your home? Do you need a lift?”
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>>5296894
>>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”
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>>5296894
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you."
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>>5296894
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you."
Not giving him a lift, because I don't want him to throw up his lunch
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>>5296930
+1
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>>5296894
>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>"Oh, and start thinking about useful things to make"
>>5296896
>Ben (Not as Huntsman, just Ben) gets sued by She-Hulk
>paternity suit
>Has to get Murdock to call in favours with foggy to get a good lawyer
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>>5296896
>Gwenpool or She-Hulk
sick 2 of my favorites
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>>5296906
>>5296915
>>5296919
>>5296930
>>5296934
>>5296965
>>5296971
>”Congratulations, you’re now an official temp worker for the Desperados!”
>”Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”

Taking these. Writing...
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“Congratulations, you’re now a temp worker for the Desperados!” you declared.

“Who?”

“That’s what this motley crew is called. Keep up.” you said, walking past him. “Go home, get some rest, check on your family. Be back here when I call for you.”

“Wait. You’ll need my number first.” he suggested.

“Thanks for offering. Saves me the trouble of having to look you up later.”

>Samuel Chung has been added to your Contacts!

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After you saw Sam off, you returned to your base and peeled your costume off. It was rough having to wear those things all day and night, no matter how breathable they were. A nice long shower would solve that problem, but you had about a dozen more to worry about in the morning.

Max is still on the loose, Chameleon’s gone into hiding, and now you have an arch nemesis in Blackie Drago. You just hope that Hill managed to catch him before he escaped.

>$300,000 have been added to your account!

What will you do tomorrow?

>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>See if anyone on your team had any quick jobs that you could complete.
>Call Hill for a status update on Gwen, Connors and Drago.
>Collaborate with Prowler and Sam to create a device that might help you track down Max.
>Check Madame Web’s bounty board.
>Catch up on the news.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
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>>5297009
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>Call Hill for a status update on Gwen, Connors and Drago.
>Check Madame Web’s bounty board.
The city's reeling, now's the time to start showing the people they can trust us...somewhat.
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>>5297009
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>Call Hill for a status update on Gwen, Connors and Drago.
>Catch up on the news.
It's good to take a breather here and then.
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>>5297009
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>Go check out the limits of your strength, it wouldn't do to get your shit rocked because you don't know your limits
Yeah picking up some food for the hideout, maybe some new furniture too
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>>5297009
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>Call Hill for a status update on Gwen, Connors and Drago.
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>>5297009
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
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>>5297015
>>5297016
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>>5297165
>Go on that supply run that Vic asked you about.
>Call Hill for a status update on Gwen, Connors and Drago.

Taking these. Writing...
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The following morning, you were relieved to find that neither Felicia nor Prowler had snuck their way in last night. You’ve had more than a few scares from almost revealing your face to them. Not that you’d particularly mind your business partners knowing what you look like. If they really wanted to know, they could find out easily enough. It was just a matter of principle.

Checking your phone, you found that Glass had left a voice message saying that the terrorist situation had been dealt with, and he had retired to the sewers in order to avoid police pursuit. You absently wondered whether Madame Web knew that you’d deployed your mutant friend to deal with the situation. You’d also have to pay him for his efforts. Hopefully, Silvermane will be doing the same sometime in the near future.

You slipped on your usual suit, made a mental note to give it a thorough washing sometime soon, and took to the skies in order to avoid the heavy traffic down below.

To your surprise, though, you found that the streets didn’t look nearly as horrible as they once had. Various companies, metas and civilians were now pitching in to clear the roads and find places for the abandoned cars to go. They were far from serviceable, but it was a noticeable improvement. The city was finally beginning to move once more.

—----

As you expected, the supermarkets had been raided by both those who intended to pay with money, and those that simply took what they wanted amidst all the chaos. Even considering how early you’d woken up to do this supply run, the shelves were nearly barren in almost any store you visited. Ideally, you’d like to just buy in bulk, and drag the whole thing up to your brother’s room. But, that would require you to blow your cover for the sake of convenience, and that wasn’t a conversation that you’d like to be having.

So, you were going to have to settle for the very real possibility of having to make multiple supply runs until suppliers could meet the exorbitant demands of the people.

With your haul in tow, you changed back into your costume and swung over to the hospital. Unfortunately, you were forced to stop and change much further away than you would have liked. This was entirely due to the heavy police presence in front of the hospital. Multiple arrests had been made on the night of the attack, and now they were in the process of collecting evidence and testimonies. You were sure that more than a few of them had gotten away when Cindy tore through their group.

As you made your way through the crowd, you scanned the area to see whether Cindy was watching from anywhere up above. You didn’t see her, so you assumed that she was somewhere inside. With this many cops here, she wouldn’t have to worry about any frontal assaults. A sneak attack would be more prudent at this time of day.

(Cont.)
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—----

Thanks to your newly enhanced physique, walking up several flights of stairs with your arms full wasn’t taxing in the slightest. You decided not to pretend that you were struggling. It was too early for that shit, and you doubted that anyone was paying that close attention to you.

You ran into Vic in the hall, and she helped you bring in the supplies, even knowing that you were capable of holding it by yourself. Either she was trying to help you maintain your cover, she was just being considerate, or she’d completely forgotten. You severely doubted that it was the latter.

Nevertheless, she and your parents expressed their heartfelt gratitude for the trouble that you must’ve gone through to get these. You traded horror stories of the absolute state that the stores and streets were in on your way here. It made them laugh, giving them a moment to forget about the underlying anxiety that was permeating the air of the hospital.

The medical staff was struggling already, and the looters’ attempt to steal and damage their equipment couldn’t have been good for their nerves or overall efficiency of the establishment. At the very least, Richard seemed to be doing a lot better.

After another hour or so, your parents announced that they’d be going home to check on a few things. Apparently, the hospital was going back to limiting the amount of visitors per patient in order to reduce the strain put onto the staff and clear out the halls a bit. It made sense, but you could see that your mother wasn’t a huge fan of the idea.

You said your goodbyes, hugged them both and saw them to the front door. When you’d gotten back, the room had gotten significantly more quiet. Out of everyone in the family, Rich was the most talkative. And right now he was probably feeling downright miserable.

It dawned on you then that you could probably try to get a moment alone with him to discuss some very pressing matters.

What will you do?

>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
>Keep things civil. Times are tough and your family doesn’t need more stress piled on.
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
>Take your leave. They’re technically over the visitor limit already.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5297256
>>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
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>>5297256
Chat with Pete then ask vic to take Pete out for a bit so we can talk to Lil Richy
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>>5297256
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
Ideally talk with our nephew for a bit and bond with our siblings and then speak to our brother about what the hell happened
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>>5297256
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
And then
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
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>>5297256
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
One after the other.
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>>5297256
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
>Keep things civil. Times are tough and your family doesn’t need more stress piled on.
Oh boy family drama, don't I love it
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>>5297256
>>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
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>>5297256
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
and
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.
sequentially.
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>>5297256
>>5297270 +1
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>>5297643
Support
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>>5297643
+1

>>5297349
>Oh boy family drama, don't I love it
only when it's a fictional family
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>>5297268
>>5297270
>>5297301
>>5297643
>>5297845
>>5297824
>>5297904
>Chat with Pete. You haven’t had any time to spend with this little guy in forever.
And then
>Ask Vic to take Pete out of the room so you and Rich can talk.

I'll be taking these, but I'm pretty tired from work, so I'll be writing and posting this update after I get some rest. Sorry for the delay, but I don't like rushing updates! Especially when it comes to character interactions.
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You very much wanted to question him right away, but your desire to catch up with Peter greatly outweighed that.

“Hey, Pete. How’re you holding up?” you asked.

Peter shrugged without looking at you. “I’m okay, I guess.” he said, sounding everything but.

You exchanged glances with your siblings before continuing. “Come on, Pete. Your Dad’s back! I know that’s gotta be exciting.”

He nodded, and the faint hint of a smile teased the corners of his lips. “I’m happy about that, yeah.” Peter agreed, before lowering his voice. “But no one’s telling me how he got hurt. Grandma and Grandpa keep saying that he fell down the stairs.”

You gave him a serious look. “And you don’t believe them?” you said in a hushed tone.

He shook his head. “The doctors are saying that someone beat him up. And I heard Aunt Vicky say that someone beat you up too.”

You struggled to keep your expression neutral as you searched for the right words to respond with. You were almost certain that your little nephew was the super spy in the family at this point. He was far too observant for his own good.

“Don’t worry about me. I'm tougher than I look, and so’s your Dad. I assure you that whoever tried to mess with him came out looking much worse.” you promised. And you weren’t lying, either. Those Punisher groupies made sure of that.

Peter turned around, glanced at his father and squinted at him. He probably found that possibility hard to believe, considering how banged up Rich had been when you’d brought him in.

Finally, he turned back around and nodded, seemingly mollified by your explanation. At least, for now.

“...Are we safe here?” Peter asked, sounding more vulnerable than he had before. You glanced up at your siblings once more. They were having their own conversation, but seemed far more interested in whatever you were talking to Pete about.

You flashed Peter a genuine smile in response. “Of course we are, bud. There’s a superhero protecting this hospital right now!” you declared.

An excited grin spread across your nephew’s face. “Really!? Which one?”

You shook your head and shrugged helplessly. “Not sure. They didn’t say a word when I asked them about it. She was so mysterious…”

“What did her costume look like?” he asked, momentarily forgetting about his worries from earlier. You described Cindy’s costume in great detail, and you had to wonder what her reaction to all this would be if she could hear you.

“She sounds cool!” Peter exclaimed. “Is she really one of the good guys?”

You gave him a firm nod. “Oh, yeah. She’s the one that fought off all those creeps that tried to break in here last night. No one’s getting past her!” you said in a reassuring tone.

Peter opened his mouth to say something else, but he was interrupted by his father.

(Cont.)
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“What’re you two talking about over there? Care to share with the rest of the class?” Rich asked, an amused grin on his face.

Once again, Peter opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, you nudged him gently. He instantly closed it again when you shook your head and brought a finger up to your lips.

“Superheroes have secret identities, remember? You’ve got to keep her a secret from everyone else.” you said. “Think you can handle that?”

He nodded eagerly and made the same shushing gesture towards Richard.

Rich made an expression of mock hurt, clutching at his chest painfully. “You’re keeping secrets from me now? I thought I had a few more years before you hit your rebellious phase.” he said.

“Well, you know. Kids grow up fast these days.” Vic said, a teasing smile on her face.

“Sorry, Rich. A cool uncle’s gotta have at least some secrets with his favorite nephew.” you said with a shrug.

Your brother glanced back and forth between you, that same look of exaggerated mock offense causing Peter to laugh. “You two are a bad influence. I’m starting to regret introducing him to you.”

“Hey, Vic. Do you think Pete’s old enough for a tongue piercing?” you asked, pretending to ignore your brother.

Vic gave you an affronted look. “Ben! Of course he’s too young for that.” she said.

“Thank you. At least someone has some sense around here.” Rich said, looking mildly relieved.

“Tongue piercings get infected way too easily. A lip piercing would be a far safer option.” she suggested.

“Or a nose ring. It’d make him look tough.” you put in.

“Or a tattoo!” Peter added.

Richard gave his son a betrayed look. “I think I’ve been checked into the wrong type of hospital. Is this a mental ward? I’m surrounded by crazy people.”

Everyone shared a laugh at that. You don’t know how long it’s been since the three of you have sat down like this and just…talked. It was a nice distraction from your very real problems. But like all good things, it was a fleeting thing. A temporary respite.

“Hey Vic?” you began. “Would you mind taking Pete to go get something from the vending machine?”

She seemed a bit puzzled at that, but when you gave her a serious look and glanced at Rich, her face seemed to set into a frown. It smoothly transitioned into a smile as she got up and grabbed Peter’s hand.

“Good idea, Ben.” she said. “Come on, Pete. I think that guy that smashed the vending machine open left some M&M’s in there.”

As she left the room, she glanced back at you and then at Richard. You knew that she’d be asking about this at some point. It was an unavoidable conversation.

Now that you and Rich were alone, you dropped all pretense of niceties and decorum. One way or another, you were going to get answers.

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
>”Rich? What exactly were you doing in the Russian Mob’s territory?”
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
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>>5298328
>>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
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>>5298328
>>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
>>”Rich? What exactly were you doing in the Russian Mob’s territory?”
>>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”
>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
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>>5298328
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”
>"I'm the one that's suposed to get into trouble you know?"
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I think it’s safe to call it
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>>5298530
>”I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.”
>”Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna make me drag it out of you?”
>”You don’t really sell car insurance for a living, do you?”

Taking these. Writing...
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You got up, strode across the room and sat down in Vic’s old seat, right next to Rich’s hospital bed. The two of you stared at each other for a good, long moment, before you broke the silence.

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but I ran into a Russian superspy that was impersonating you and saying all sorts of crazy things about you.” you said.

Richard said nothing, and his expression was a flat and unreadable one.

“And from what he was saying, I got the impression that…you don’t really sell car insurance for a living.” you continued.

Richard said nothing.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or am I gonna have to drag it out of you?”

Richard sighed and leaned back into his elevated pillow. Some of the tension had gone from his shoulders and he seemed more tired than worried.

“What did he say?” he asked. “This ‘Russian superspy’.”

“He said that you’re some sort of spy/super-scientist.” you replied.

Richard readjusted himself in his bed and gave you a measured look. “And you believed him?”

You just shrugged. “I can’t imagine any other reason why a Russian spy would want to impersonate you and poke around in your business.”

Richard paused, and then nodded. “I guess that’s fair.” he said with a sigh. “Although, I don’t know if ‘spy’ or ‘super-scientist’ are the proper terms to describe what I do.”

“Then by all means, explain it to me.” you said, gesturing to him.

He turned his head slightly to stare out the window, watching a flock of birds fly by with an absent look on his face. “Do you remember when I graduated from college?” he asked.

You nodded. The tale of Richard Parker was a strange one. A remarkable story of a brilliant boy, skipping grades in middle school, high school and eventually college. He did remarkable work up at Harvard, and he was pretty much the only thing that Mom or Dad ever talked about in any social setting. They were so proud of him. And when he finished early, wrote some genius-level thesis paper and snagged an early doctorate? Forget about it.

But what did he do with all that potential? All those weighing expectations, countless degrees and good grades? Absolutely nothing.

Your brother, the genius, the prodigy proceeded to live his life as if he wasn’t on the fast track to success. It absolutely baffled you and Vic. But somehow, even then, your parents always treated him like he was the golden boy, and you were the one squandering your potential.

You pushed back against the fresh wave of resentment and refocused your attention on the man before you.

“Yeah, I remember.” you said, trying to hide the bitterness in your voice.

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“Right after graduation, I got scouted by some guys. Said they worked for the U.S. government.”

“You get into nondescript white vans often? I thought Harvard would’ve taught you better than that.” you said, earning you another flat look from your brother.

“Yeah, I was suspicious too for a while. Almost turned them down too. That is, until one man stepped out to greet me in person.” he said, looking vaguely wistful upon retelling the story. “I met Nick Fury, Ben.”

Silence descended upon the room, and you took a moment to collect your thoughts. Judging from his comments, the Chameleon seemed to know that your brother was in contact with Nick Fury at some point or another. Either he knew, or he was throwing it out as bait to see if you knew more on the matter.

But still, Nick Fury? You knew your brother was smart, but for the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D to take notice of him...

“So, what? You became a S.H.I.E.L.D agent or something?” you laughed, feigning disbelief.

Richard bit his lip and let his head rock from side to side. “More like a…government researcher.” he admitted. “They taught me how to fire a gun and some basic self defense techniques, but I was primarily working in the R&D department. Real hush hush.”

You nodded. You’d more or less gathered as much from your interactions with the Chameleon. You wanted to hear something new.

“What type of stuff did you work on?” you asked.

Richard frowned at you. “What part of ‘real hush hush’ did you not understand?” he shot back. “The only reason I kept this secret was so that I could protect the family from it. The less you know, the better. I already went out on a limb telling you about the Fury thing.”

What will you say?

>”You not telling me what you’re mixed up in is what’s actually endangering the family!”
>”Do you think the Russian spy was trying to figure out where Fury was by capturing you?”
>”So you’ve just been pretending to live an uninteresting life this entire time? Couldn’t you have at least made up some interesting Thanksgiving stories?”
>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
>”Does this at least mean that you’re staying, or are you just gonna run off again once you’re able to walk?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5298622
So you’ve just been pretending to live an uninteresting life this entire time? Couldn’t you have at least made up some interesting Thanksgiving stories?”
>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
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>>5298622
>>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
We'll get his secrets out of Hill then.
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>>5298622
>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
>You'll also tell me what kind of work you did because you're not the only one in contact with a director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
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>>5298622
>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
>”Does this at least mean that you’re staying, or are you just gonna run off again once you’re able to walk?”
>Well Rich, turns out we are on the same side. I found your impersonator because of a job Maria Hill gave me. So why don't we cut all the indirect talk and go for how we can help eachother? We are family afterall.
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>>5298655
+1
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>>5298628
Ditto
>inb4 Pete's a clone of us
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>>5298655
+1
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>>5298655
+1
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>>5298622
>Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
>”Do you think the Russian spy was trying to figure out where Fury was by capturing you?”
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>>5298622
>Let me tell you something : the less you know about me, the better. But if you need any off-the-book asset, or favor, involving Meta... I know a guy that knows a guy.
>”Alright. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”
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>>5298655
>>5298661
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>>5298815
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“Alright, then. Why don’t you tell me the story behind Peter and who his Mom is? Because no one else seems to be interested in that for some reason.”

Richard seemed to sink deeper into his mattress as he let out a long sigh. “A few years back, I was assigned a partner in the field. Her name was Mary. We worked well together. Really well.” he said, smiling a bit, despite himself. “She did most of the field work, while I was the resident egghead. Not that she wasn’t plenty smart herself.”

You hoped it wasn’t the Mary that you tangled with last night. That’d be an awkward family reunion, for sure.

“You couldn’t at least tell me or Vic that you were seeing someone?” you asked.

Rich shook his head. “I would’ve told you eventually. After I proposed to her.”

You sat back in your chair and whistled. “Damn. You’ve got it bad, huh?” you said.

Richard laughed. “You have no idea. I cannot wait to marry that woman.”

Neither of you said anything for a while, so you popped the question that you’d been trying to dance around for some time now.

“What happened to her?” you asked.

“She was…compromised. Went off the grid for a while, so I started digging. Only for her to come knocking on my door with a kid in her arms. My kid…” he explained, getting a bit choked up as he recalled the memory. “She gave birth to our child while she was on the run and I couldn’t do a thing to help her. You have no idea how terrible I felt for letting them go through that without me there to help them.”

“Well, Pete still likes you, so it’s not all bad.” you said, hoping to cheer him up.

“He needs his mother, Ben. I need to find her before something terrible happens to her.” he declared, struggling to sit up. You moved to help him, but he held a hand up to stop you.

“So, what? You’re just gonna run off as soon as you’re able to walk?” you asked. “You’re gonna get yourself killed, Richie! Pete needs his Dad just as much as he needs his Mom.”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing!” he exclaimed, clenching his fists in frustration.

“Rich, I’m gonna need you to chill the fuck out for a second.” you demanded.

He whirled on you, but he schooled his expression almost immediately when he realized what he was about to do.

“I know how hard this must be for you, but I think I might be able to help.” you said. “You see, we might just be on the same side here.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How do you figure?” he asked.

“I found your impersonator because of a job that Maria Hill gave me. So why don’t we cut to the chase and figure out how we can help each other?” you said. “We are family, after all.”

Richard’s eyes went wide and he flopped back into his mattress with his mouth hanging wide open.

(Cont.)
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“Well that would explain why you know so much about the Chameleon. It would also explain why I remembered hearing your voice before I passed out back there. You were there, weren’t you?” he said.

You didn’t say a word. You just kept staring at him with a flat look on your face.

“What I don’t understand is why Hill hired you, and what for?” he continued, eyed you skeptically.

>”What? You think you’re the only one that can get job offers from S.H.I.E.L.D Directors?”
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
>”How do figures of authority get crooks to do anything? They blackmail the shit out of them and back them into a corner.”
>”What’s that thing you said before? ’The less you know, the better?’”
>”I'm having a meeting with her later today if you don’t believe me. I can probably patch you in through my phone.”
>”Do you want the long version or the short version?”(Tell your brother everything.)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5299029
>"Tale as old as romcoms post 2000. All-business girl meets goofy but lovable bad boy, aaand she blackmails him to become her denyable asset to resolve international affairs."
>tell him at least what Vic knows
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>>5299029
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
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>>5299029
>She blackmailed into doing into, but I did such a good job going above and beyond that she offered to actually pay me next time she needs a deniable asset.
>I also became a meta some time ago due to an accident. If we weren't in a hospital room while Vic distracts Peter I would yell you the whole story.
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>>5299046
>>5299029
Tell, not yell
Oh, and also
>Vic figured out that part on her own, and this whole super mess already got dragged into our family, so no need to hide to from her. Mom and dad don't seem to know, but I think Peter may find out soon too.
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>>5299043
Supporting this
With a splatter of >>5299049
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>>5299043
>>5299044
>>5299046
>>5299049
>>5299051
You guys wanna do the cape reveal NOW?
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>>5299029
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
>”How do figures of authority get crooks to do anything? They blackmail the shit out of them and back them into a corner.”
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>>5299066
more like a "I know a guy that know a meta guy" as stated here >>5298963
After all, we know Felicia that knows Flint, so not even a lie.
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>>5299029
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
>”How do figures of authority get crooks to do anything? They blackmail the shit out of them and back them into a corner.”
>"And I already told Vic this...but I'm a Meta. Hence why I even got involved with S.H.I.E.L.D in the first place."
>"I just pull the occasional job for them though. I'm not one of their regular, or particularly willing, assets."
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>>5299029
>>”What? You think you’re the only one that can get job offers from S.H.I.E.L.D Directors?”
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
>”I'm having a meeting with her later today if you don’t believe me. I can probably patch you in through my phone.”
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>>5299029
>”What? You think you’re the only one that can get job offers from S.H.I.E.L.D Directors?”
>”How do figures of authority get crooks to do anything? They blackmail the shit out of them and back them into a corner.” >"I’ve been getting into a slightly higher tier of trouble than usual, and Hill needed someone with skills she could be sure wasn’t in your friend’s current situation."
>”She wanted me to stea- er, retrieve something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
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>>5299029
I'll back the quip in >>5299043 then
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”


>>5299066
I mean... Vicky already knows and unlike her Rich is actually deeply involved in cape shit so I think it's more reasonable to tell him. Or is it something else that makes telling him bad?
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>>5299043
This one is good.
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>>5299271
Vicky knows we’re SOMETHING, but we’ve been vague exactly what. For all she knows we somehow just lucked into Peak Human. The only concrete things she knows are that we suddenly got JACKED, fucked up some level of vampire, got her place trashed in the process, and "joked" about some kind of magical spider bite. Also that Cindy is a ninja.
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>>5299282
>Vicky knows we’re SOMETHING, but we’ve been vague exactly what. For all she knows we somehow just lucked into Peak Human. The only concrete things she knows are that we suddenly got JACKED, fucked up some level of vampire, got her place trashed in the process...
Indeed, she knows we're a meta. She doesn't know what exactly our super powers are but she knows that increased strength and regeneration are among them.

>...and "joked" about some kind of magical spider bite.
No, she thought it was a joke initially but Benny told her it wasn't.

Also you haven't adressed the "Rich is already involved with capeshit" point.
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>>5299043
I love this, it's Grrrrreat, also I want to do that scene from Incredibles where he's using train cars to work out
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>>5299339
Naw, too public. Working out in a mask is a no-go either because that just sucks.
I say we talk to Phin and see if he can't make some kinda variable gravity weight set.
Another piece of equipment we need is a punching bag. And I mean something we can really go to town on.
The specs being as follows
>Ballistic fiber exterior
>1.5" thick rubber interior lining
>Powdered Uranium filling
>Stupidly thick super alloy chain
Then we just gotta figure out how to mount it...
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How far away are we from towing the helicarrier with a set of wrist ropes and web bombs?
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>>5299350
Happens next episode
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>>5299043
>>5299051
>>5299271
>>5299280
>>5299339
>>5299044
>>5299068
>>5299100
>>5299114
>>5299265
>"Tale as old as romcoms post 2000. All-business girl meets goofy but lovable bad boy, aaand she blackmails him to become her deniable asset to resolve international affairs."
>”She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”
>tell him at least what Vic knows
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Writing...
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>>5299347
Mount it on the Vibranium squat rack we'll get
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>>5299533
Ha ha, but I have been mulling it around for a while.
We could just hang it from a forklift or something if attaching it directly to the ceiling isn't possible.
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Sorry for the delays! I keep getting pulled away from the computer. Finishing up the update now
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“It’s a tale as old as romcoms, post-2000.” you said. “Business-minded girl meets a goofy, but lovable bad boy…aaand, she blackmails him into becoming her deniable asset to resolve international affairs.”

Richard raises an eyebrow at that. “I don’t think I know that one. Are you sure that’s not from an episode of ‘Who’s the Boss?’”

You sighed and leaned forward in your chair. “She wanted me to steal something for her, and your stunt double just so happened to be in the neighborhood at the time.”

Your brother seemed to relax a bit at hearing that.

“The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D asked you to steal something for her.” he said, more as a statement than a question. “Now, I’m not too caught up on your ‘less-than-legal’ exploits, but I wasn’t aware that you were operating on an international level yet.”

You shrugged. “I guess we’ve both been keeping secrets. Which…brings me to my next topic of conversation.”

Over the next few minutes, you explained a very brief and generalized version of the story that you told Vic. You left out more than a few details, and your brother was, of course, clever enough to pick up on that. That, however, didn’t mean that you were going to spill the beans just yet. If we wanted to know more, he’d have to dig up the information himself.

“How the hell did you become a metahuman?” he asked, clearly struggling to wrap his head around this.

“Would you believe me if I told you that I got bitten by a radioactive spider?” you asked, that very same shit-eating grin on your face when you asked your sister.

Richard frowned. “What does that have to do with-” he said, before trailing off and staring at you intently. You could practically see the gears turning in his mind at this point.

Neither of you said anything for a while, and right when your brother was about to open his mouth again, Vic and Pete reentered the room, looking between both of you expectantly.

The conversation switched gears rather quickly after that, and you went back to your usual light banter. Eventually, though, you had to leave. Your meeting with Hill would be happening soon.

You were a little annoyed at being cut off by your sister, but you could always come back to visit him again later. Or maybe you can buy him a new phone to replace his old one. It’d make having private conversations a lot easier.

Either way, you would definitely be revisiting whatever THAT was about. Your brother knew more than he was letting on, and it might have something to do with this crazy accident that ended up changing your entire life. He just needs some time to think about your proposal.

—-------

(Cont.)
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An hour later, you found yourself in the same coffee shop that you and Gwen had gone to on the night that you introduced her to Hill. You were a bit surprised that she hadn’t changed the location from before. You were no master spy, but you were very sure that that could be considered a tactical error on her part. Maybe she just liked the coffee.

“I regret to inform you that the Vulture escaped before we could take him into custody.” she said, gently placing her teacup down onto the table. “I wasn’t able to get a good signal until at least two hours after you’d sent the message.”

You clenched and unclenched your hands for a while, trying not to blow up at Hill for the botched arrest. You’d get another shot at Drago someday.

“Can we at least put out an APB on him?” you asked.

“Already done. If he swings by again, he’ll find that there are much bigger birds flying overhead.” she said, her expression only slightly less stern than usual.

You nodded. “How are Gwen and Connors doing?”

Hill inhaled deeply and began to trace the rim of her cup with a gloved finger. “Dr. Connors is in a far better state than he had been when we’d first gotten him. The symptoms of his mutation are being regulated by a microchip that we’ve installed into the base of his skull. He should be able to return to his family very soon.” she said. “The same cannot be said for Miss Stacy, however.”

“No luck on reverse engineering the downers?” you asked.

Hill sighed in an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. “We’re actually making great progress in that department. In another few days, we should be able to finalize the testing for our new and improved antipsychotic wonder-drug. I’m just not sure if our patient can stand to wait any longer.”

“How bad is it?” you said.

“Stopping her from hurting others isn’t very difficult. No…the hardest part is preventing her from hurting herself.” she explained, taking another sip of her tea. “It’s rare to see such a dramatic shift in someone’s personality in cases like this. It’s like Jekyll and Hyde. Once she returns to a somewhat lucid state, I’d very much like to ask her about what she used to create this chemical compound.”

What will you say?

>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>Explain the whole “Max” situation to her. You could use some help in tracking him down.
>”What’s S.H.I.E.L.D planning on doing about those terrorists that have been popping up?”
>”What exactly were you doing when I paged you? I thought those things were supposed to have some crazy far range.”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me?”
>Write-in.
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>>5299712
>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me?”
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>>5299712
>>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>Explain the whole “Max” situation to her. You could use some help in tracking him down.
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>>5299712
>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”What’s S.H.I.E.L.D planning on doing about those terrorists that have been popping up?”
I goddamn love that Spider suit, its awesome
Also
>inb4 meeting her in the eventual Time Travel Arc
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>>5299712
>>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me?”
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>>5299712
>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me?”
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>>5299712
>Explain the whole “Max” situation to her. You could use some help in tracking him down.
>”What’s S.H.I.E.L.D planning on doing about those terrorists that have been popping up?”
>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
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>>5299712

>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me
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>>5299712
>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>Explain the whole “Max” situation to her. You could use some help in tracking him down.
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>>5299712
>>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>Explain the whole “Max” situation to her. You could use some help in tracking him down.
>"I'd also like to talk to your supernatural department, I need to track down a specific monster." (Cindy's voice snatcherl
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>>5299725
>>5299739
>>5299761
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>>5300017
>>5300022
>>5300064
Came home and my internet was down due to maintenance. It more or less just came back up.

>”Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?”
>”Got any new jobs lined up for me?”

Taking these. Writing...
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“Do you think I can drop by to see how she’s doing?” you asked.

Hill gave you a pensive look and leaned back in her chair slowly. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Nothing else we’ve tried has worked, so far.” she said, folding her arms over her chest.

“What else have you tried?” you said.

“At first, we were sedating her to shorten the time through which she was undergoing her psychotic episodes. She quickly gained a…tolerance for the chemical that we were using. On one occasion, she faked being unconscious so she could take one of our medical staff hostage. We managed to get them out alive, but they had to be hospitalized immediately afterwards.” Hill explained swinging one leg over the other and bobbing it up and down as she swished her tea around in her cup. “We even brought in Ashley Kafka to check her out.”

“The super-villain psychiatrist, right?” you said.

Hill nodded. “She’s the best in the country. We think that with enough time, she can make some serious progress with her, but we don’t have that kind of time.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” you said, getting up from your seat. Hill did the same, and you were headed out the door of the empty cafe a moment later.

—----------

After being picked up by a cloaked S.H.I.E.L.D shuttle, it carried you and Hill up the Helicarrier, where she led you to where Gwen was supposedly being held. You drew more than a few stares as you stormed through the halls in the path that Hill’s presence had carved into the crowd.

“Now, I should warn you,” Hill began without looking at you. “What you see and hear might disturb you. Whatever happens, you have to remember that Gwen isn’t herself. Which means that she’ll almost certainly say and do things with the intention of unnerving you or putting you off-balance.”

You nodded, forgetting that she probably couldn’t see the gesture.

“Also, I’m gonna need you to trust me.” she added, much quieter this time.

You were about to ask what she was talking about when she led you into a small room where multiple armed guards were waiting to surround you.

“Cuff him.” Hill said.

One of the guards stepped forward, and you very nearly put him through a wall on principle. The only thing that saved him was the unreadable expression on Hill’s face. She was just watching you, waiting to see what you would do. And she was well within your reach, should you decide to swat the guard away and lunge for her throat.

Eventually, your brain caught up with your body, and you let some of the tension drain from your muscles. And then, against every single fucking instinct that you had…you let them slap the cuffs on.

—-----

(Cont.)
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A few minutes later, you arrived at a massive complex of holding facilities, in which various super-criminals and metas screamed and called out to you. Some you vaguely recognized, but most were downright forgettable without their costumes. Some had obvious mutations, while others could blend into a crowd rather easily.

“I thought most of these guys got shipped to Ryker's after they got caught.” you said, barely able to hear your own voice over the raucous noise that the prisoners were making by shouting and banging on the force fields all at once.

Hill turned her head slightly to acknowledge you. She led the pack of S.H.I.E.L.D agents that were currently “escorting” you to Gwen’s cell, with you in the middle.

“They usually are, but they still have to go through processing when we get our hands on them first.” she explained. “Plus, Ryker’s has been going through some major infrastructural changes as a result of their latest mass-prison break.”

One by one, the guards were being dismissed, and as soon as you were out of the prisoner’s line of sight, Hill had the cuffs removed. You rubbed at your wrists and looked up at Hill. She didn’t apologize, because she really didn’t need to. Having you walk through there in cuffs did more to protect your reputation than it did to cover her own ass in the long run. The guys back there would talk, they’d recognize you and connect the dots eventually. And while they might not bust out of prison like all great supervillains did at some point in their life, they’d likely start spreading rumors, and those rumors would extend far past the walls of Ryker's.

“Do you have any jobs for me?” you asked, bringing up the question that had been rattling around in your head for the past few minutes.

“I might have something that’s well suited to your talents. I’ll see about forwarding it to your phone after this is over.” Hill promised, but didn’t elaborate any further.

At the end of the long hallway, was a large, reinforced metal door with multiple deadbolts holding it in place. She entered a short password into the keypad, careful to use her body to block the inputs. The locks were quickly disengaged, and the door slid open before her. Behind that was another room, where multiple people milled about, collecting and compiling data, and observing the lone figure in the solitary cell through a hidden camera.

Gwen was sitting in the middle of her cell, cross-legged, with her arms bound by a complex locking mechanism that somewhat resembled a straight jacket. Gone were her fashionable clothes, which were replaced by a gray loose-fitting uniform that made her look like a patient in a mental ward.

Through the high-def camera feed, you could even see droplets of water dripping down from her hair and clothes. When you inquired about it, Hill explained that it was too dangerous to go in and meet her, so she received regular showers via the sprinkler system.

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Hill walked over to a console in the middle of the room and pressed a button before speaking. “Stacy. You have a visitor.” she announced.

Gwen’s head jerked for a moment, and she shifted her position on the floor. Her toes flexed and rose to her feet in one surprisingly smooth motion. Then, she strode over to another side of her cell and began staring at the wall. Her muscles flexed visibly beneath the fabric clinging to her skin, and you were left wondering how they'd managed to get that hostage of hers back in one piece.

Hill motioned for you to follow her, and you did so. You passed through several more doors before arriving in what you assumed was a repurposed interrogation room. Hill pressed a button on the wall, causing a digital display of Gwen to appear before you, giving you a clearer view of her room. There were numerous dents in the walls that had clearly been created by her fists and shoulders slamming into them repeatedly.

It was like looking at a one-way mirror, but with several feet of solid concrete, instead of glass.

Then, Gwen’s piercing golden eyes flicked towards you, and you had to reassess your earlier assumption. She could see you too.

A wide grin spread across her face as she pressed her forehead against the wall. Now that you could get a better look at her, you saw that she was in much worse shape than you’d initially thought. Her hair was scraggly and tangled, and her skin looked raw from being scraped by her nails, over and over, hence the straight jacket.

Surprisingly, her teeth looked rather clean. Apparently, something in the food that they were giving her was helping to keep them that way. You were about to ask about that when Gwen let out a single, ragged sigh.

“Hill. You didn’t say anything about us having company.” she said. “I would’ve cleaned my room and brought out the hors d'oeuvres if I knew.”

Her gaze fixed on you once more, and you almost got the impression that you were being sized up by a predator. “So good of you to visit, Huntsman, ol’ buddy. And here I thought you’d forgotten all about me.” she said, lightly chuckling to herself. “I’d let you in so I could give you a hug, but my hands are tied on that one.”

What will you say?

>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
>”Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
>”Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
>”This is for your own good, Gwen We promised that we wouldn’t let you hurt anyone. Not even yourself.”
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen. You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)
>”I’m sorry. I wish there was more that I could do. I know a guy that changes personalities like he does clothes, so maybe he’d be better for you to talk to.”
>”Why don’t I help you let off some steam?”(Spar with her.)
>Write-in.
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>>5300412
>>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
>”Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen. You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)
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>>5300412
>”Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
>”Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
>”Why don’t I help you let off some steam?”(Spar with her.)
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>>5300412
>"You look well, considering the circumstances. That's good, you told my you Stacy's were stubborn."
>"And don't worry about the state of your room. When you get out of here, if you want, I can show you how dirty it can get in my room."
>”Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
>(to Hill)"What would Kafka say about a bit of a healthy outlet?"
>”Why don’t I help you let off some steam?” (Spar with her.)
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>>5300412
>"Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
Even if we have her beat in terms of physicality, there is no way in hell we're throwing hands with her willingly.
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>>5300412
>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
>”This is for your own good, Gwen We promised that we wouldn’t let you hurt anyone. Not even yourself.”
>If this was really you talking, I would gladly enter your cell and risk a fight. But I have talked with Gwen, and I know that these violent urges are a twist of her strength of will.
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen. You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)
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>>5300412
Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
>”This is for your own good, Gwen We promised that we wouldn’t let you hurt anyone. Not even yourself.”
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen. You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)
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>>5300412
>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
>”Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen. You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)

Also, I really felt like the coffee time with Hill was Three quarter work, one quarter date.
Will we be tracked by governement's finest for child support?
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>>5300476
Nick fury would probably come out of hiding to track us down
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>>5300488
Tunrs out he just really wants to be the child's godfather.
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>>5300412
>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
If there's also a good means of escape to us then
>”Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”

On the matter of what to say, I don't think any emotive speak will be effective besides maybe the reference to her parents.
>”Who am I talking to, I wonder? Gwen Stacy or the Green Beret? I guess it doesn't matter really, I'd help Gwen in the same way."”
>"Can Gwen even do anything when she, or rather, you are like this?"
> You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)

And please don't vote to fight her. That's like giving a drug addict money or affirming a schizo's delusions. It's just enabling the undesirable behaviour.
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>>5300501
+1
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>>5300501
+1
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>>5300420
>>5300425
>>5300432
>>5300439
>>5300466
>>5300472
>>5300476
>>5300501
>>5300511
>>5300530
>”Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?”
>”Let me in there. I promise, I’ll be fine.”
>”Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to speak to Gwen.”
>"Can Gwen even do anything when she, or rather, you are like this?"
>”I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen! You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad. And your Mom.”(Show her the picture of her Mom.)

Taking these. Writing...
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>>5300488
Don't forget that Castle probably still owes Fury a few favours
>>5300611
Were Fury and Castle in Vietnam together in this universe? Or is it the updated version where Castle was in Afghanistan? The fact that there's Castle-Copies running about makes me think it's the second also, scarred veteran chicks are hot
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>>5300657
It could be one of the timelines where Frank had the Bloodstone embedded in his chest for a while and had his aging reversed a little.
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“Hey Hill, can you give us a minute?” you asked.

She took a step back and started to walk away, but you waved at her to get attention again.

“Oh, and uh…I need you to let me in there.” you said, pointing back at Gwen’s display. “I promise, I’ll be fine.”

Gwen nodded approvingly at that and squirmed in her harness a bit. “Be sure to wipe your feet on the way in.” she advised.

“Absolutely not.” Hill snapped. “I’m almost entirely certain that she’ll try to snap you in two the moment you walk through that door. I don’t need another hostage situation on my hands.”

You placed a hand over your heart and inclined your head slightly. “Aw, you do care!”

“Yeah, she’s a real sweetheart.” Gwen chimed in, twisting from side to side impatiently.

Hill rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips. “Fine.” she growled. “Just remember, you asked for this.”

You nodded and followed her back out. Gwen was already moving to occupy the middle of the room, an eager smile on her face.

—----

As you entered the cell, Hill gave you one last piece of advice.

“Try not to let her escape.”

You kept that in mind as you heard the door close and tried to ignore the sensation of your spider sense blaring in the back of your mind. The woman before you radiated danger. It was rare for such a thing to occur for an extended period of time, and you’ve only encountered it with very rare individuals.

It meant that the only other person in this locked room was casually contemplating violence, all the time. It meant that at any given moment, she could, and would, tear you limb from limb.

You just hoped that none of the nervousness that you were feeling showed in your body language.

“Am I speaking to the Green Beret right now? I’d like to talk to Gwen.” you said.

Gwen’s face twisted slightly as she tipped her head to one side. “Are you sure? She doesn’t have very many nice things to say to you right now, so I’d like to think that I’m the more courteous host here.” she said in a nonchalant tone.

“I don’t care. Let me talk to her.” you demanded.

Gwen gave you a hopeless look and sighed. “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn ya. The girl’s a bit of a wreck right n-”

Without warning, Gwen’s head shot back as if she’d been punched. She was on her tiptoes, arching her back painfully and clenching her teeth as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“Gwen!” you called out, rushing to catch her before she fell. But before she could lose her balance her whole body lurched and she staggered forward.

You backed away slowly, waiting patiently to see what would happen next.

Gwen’s head slowly rose, and the look of sheer terror in her eyes as her lips quivered left you absolutely speechless.

(Cont.)
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“H-huntsman…?” she muttered, releasing a shuddering breath in the process. “What day is it? How long have I been here?”

“Gwen? I’m gonna need you to calm down…” you pleaded.

“You left me here! How could you do that!?” she whined, tears running down her face as she lashed out at you. “Please! You have to help me! They’re trying to turn me into some sort of weapon or something.”

Your head was spinning and you were having a hard time keeping up with her ramblings.

“Just breathe, Gwen. Breathe.”

“I just want to go home…” she said, before dropping to the floor, curling up into a ball and sobbing uncontrollably.

You knelt down to approach her, but a loud buzzing over the intercom broke your concentration. Hill’s voice came through loud and clear.

“You’ve already tried that, Gwen. Kafka’s already told us about your little tricks.” she said, not an ounce of sympathy in her tone.

You looked back at Gwen, and blinked at the sheer amount of agitation in her face. She immediately shot up from her sitting position on the floor and roared at the intercom!

You backed away slowly, giving her space to angrily stomp around the room.

“You never let me have any fun!” she shouted, before pressing her back against the wall opposite from the door. Her eyes met yours, and she gave you a smirk and an unapologetic shrug. “Sorry. Gwennie can’t come out to play right now. So you're stuck with me for today.” she said in a far more mild tone. “How would you rate my performance, by the way? I don’t know about you, but I think I’ve got some serious acting chops!”

It was a physical effort to prevent yourself from punching her right then and there. It’d only hurt Gwen in the long run.

“Can Gwen even do anything when she, or rather you, are like this?” you asked.

“Oh, believe me. She’s doing plenty of kicking and screaming. Speaking from personal experience, it’s kinda like being stuck at the bottom of a dark, deep well. You can make some noise, splash around a little, but it doesn’t make much of a difference and if you just shove ‘em back down.” she explained. “Now, I’ve recently discovered that I can actually do some things without her noticing. Like, this one time when I almost sent a bunch of vibrators to her cousin’s house. You should’ve seen her face when she checked her phone!” she said, cackling to herself.

“I know it’s hard, but you’ve got to fight it, Gwen!” you said, drawing a frown from the woman in question.

“Seriously? We’re doing this now?” she asked, vaguely amused by the gesture. “Isn’t that a little…played out by now?”

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Ignoring her, you continued. “You once told me that Stacy’s were stubborn. Like your Dad…and your Mom.” you proclaimed, pulling your phone out to show her the picture of her Mom that you’d sent to her.

Gwen turned away and muttered a curse under her breath. “Hm. That’s not gonna work~.” she said in a sing-song voice. You were certain that she’d be waggling a finger at you if she could move her arms at all. “This isn’t some cheesy Hallmark special, where-”

Gwen looked like she’d wanted to say more, but she suddenly paused and blinked several times at empty air. She hunched over slightly, as if she were preparing to vomit. Then she just shook her head and squinted hard at something that you couldn’t see.

“SERIOUSLY?!” she shouted. “Oh nonononono, we are not doing this right now! This is my show!”

You back away slowly, unsure of what exactly you were witnessing here.

“I wrote ‘George Stacy is a raging cunt’ in Kafka’s notebook, and you barely budged an inch! But now that you’ve seen a picture of mommy, you want to make a big deal out of it!?” she said, arguing with no one. Or maybe she was…arguing with herself?

“Well, guess what I have to say about that?” Gwen shouted, before stumbling, her speech becoming slightly slurred. “Your mother…sucks cocks in…hell…”

That was the last thing that Gwen said before she collapsed to the floor. Nothing happened for a while, and no one said anything over the intercom. Likely, out of shock.

You were hesitant to get closer to her, just in case this was another one of the Green Beret’s tricks. You just stood over her for a few minutes, idly wondering whether Hill would send in a paramedic or not. You were veering towards “not”.

A cough drew your attention back to the floor, where Gwen was dragging herself back to her feet. You didn’t help. Just stood there and watched.

She tried to move, glanced down at the restraints, gritted her teeth and pulled as hard as she could. The metal restraint popped open and practically exploded into tiny little bits of metal as she flexed out of it.

“Huntsman! Get out of there! Now!” Hill called out over the intercom.

Her breathing was low and irregular for a while. And then, she fixed her golden eyes on you. You noticed that their hue had been somewhat diminished.

“Thanks for that. She was getting really annoying.” she groaned, brushing a tangled lock of hair out of her face. Her nails were dirty and cut short, like she’d been biting at them. She quickly hid them when she noticed you looking. “Sorry you had to see that.”

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Are you sure you’re alright? Because I’m gonna be pissed if this is another trick.”
>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>”You know, I didn’t actually expect that to work.”
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5300657
>>5300713
This is actually a nice retcon to deal with Marvel's sliding timescale.
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>>5300736
>”You know, I didn’t actually expect that to work.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”
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>>5300736
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
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Told you the emotive appeals wouldn't work. She just used it to fuck with Benny.
>>5300736
>Just leave, there's nothing to be done or said here. Don't let her come along obviously.
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>>5300740
Of course, it's only appropriate since being in Vietnam is a core part of Frank's backstory. You gotta retain that somehow.
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>>5300736
>”Are you sure you’re alright? Because I’m gonna be pissed if this is another trick.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”
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>>5300736
>>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”

>hug
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>>5300740
>>5300713
What about Frankencastle or Angelcastle? or even pic related
>>5300736
>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>”You know, I didn’t actually expect that to work.”
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
I assume a hug would be a bad idea
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>>5300805
Hug is probably a bad idea. Remember how she crushed the wind out of us in the sewers without even trying? This Gwen is stronk.
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>>5300736
>”You know, I didn’t actually expect that to work.”
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
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>>5300736
Are you sure you’re alright? Because I’m gonna be pissed if this is another trick.”
>"Do you wanna talk about it?"
>”You know, I didn’t actually expect that to work.”
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”

Can she be our waifu. I'm really enjoying this dynamic though Kraven is high up there
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>>5300983
She can be our very good friend that we REFUSE to fuck.
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>>5300983
We haven't even met Aunt May yet, don't call your shots yet.
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>>5300991
Why would you refuse her?
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>>5301001
Because she's our very good friend.
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>>5301002
We have spider cock. We must use it
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>>5301003
didn't we use it once already i dunno we can't have both ana and gwen
you guys are gonna have to choose one of these days
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>>5301008
We can have them all. Spiders have 8 arms after all
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>>5301009
im fine with sleeping with multiple women man but not at the same time we have to have some class here
i don't want 25 ben parker jr's running around
I DONT WANT CLONE SAGA 2
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>>5301011
We wrap it up in webbing
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Bump
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New thread?
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>>5300736
>”Are you sure you’re alright? Because I’m gonna be pissed if this is another trick.”
>”I’m gonna assume that you haven’t been settling in very well up here.”
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”
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>>5301011
>He doesn't want to start his very own metahuman crime family
Just think of it. We'd be the greatest band of thieves in all of New York, with loyalty almost guaranteed by blood.
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>>5301117
And to be clear, I mean a literal family.
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>>5301183
we are not raising our kids to be criminals you psycho
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>>5301219
There's nothing wrong with teaching your children a healthy disregard for the law
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>>5301243
Our disregard for the law has been notoriously bad for our health.
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>>5301251
Eh, nothing worse than usual, it is New York after all
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>>5300742
>>5300743
>>5300744
>>5300785
>>5300805
>>5300811
>>5300964
>>5300983
>>5301053
>”I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?”
>”I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5300991
>>5301001
>>5301002
>>5301003
>>5301008
>>5301009
>>5301011
>>5301013
The waifu wars are gonna be absolutely wild for this quest. I can't wait.

>>5301117
>He thinks a bloodline guarantees loyalty in a crime family
Lol! Lmao, even!

>>5301030
New thread will be up by tomorrow morning
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>>5301450
My vote for waifu will be the one that can be the best mother for Cindy.
So it'll probably be Aunt May, unless she is wildly different in this universe.
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>>5301466
Why not Cindy?
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>>5301471
It's controversial, for sure, but it's entirely achievable if anons here have the stomach(and patience) for it. I doubt it'll happen, though.
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>>5301474
Can't do it. She's the Haruka to our Kiryu.
Her smile must be protected in a fatherly fashion.
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>>5301471
No
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>>5301474
>>5301480
Usagi drop
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>>5301492
Man, did that manga ruffle some feathers
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>>5301493
I just saw the Anime. Thought it was sweet.
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>>5301495
It's really sweet, and then it gets super controversial in the end. Completely forgot that I read the whole thing in high school
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>>5301496
Might have to read it this weekend!
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>>5301499
I read a metric fuckton of manga so I could probably pop out some recommendations if anyone wants them. Also depends on the genre that you prefer
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>>5301505
You ever read Baki?
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>>5301507
Baki is shit
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>>5301507
It's on the list. I've also thought about checking out the anime. I don't watch nearly as much as I used to, though. I'm literally just sitting here waiting for To Your Eternity Season 2
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>>5301509
Also, Season 2 of Vinland Saga
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>>5301508
Baki is great, but it's certainly an acquired taste.
>>5301509
>I've also thought about checking out the anime.
Do not. The anime has been through 3 different animation studios over the past 25 years and almost every one has a ton of issues.
You're better off reading the old scans that were translated by a mental patient.
Reading order is
>Grappler Baki
>Baki
>Baki: Son of Ogre
>Baki Dou
>Baki Dou (2018)
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>>5301515
For me it's like one piece and others like it. If the art is ugly I can't enjoy it
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>>5301517
I swear to God, once you get past the proportions, you start to appreciate the immaculate draftsmanship and composition.
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“I don’t suppose there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better, is there?” you asked, still not sure if you should get closer to her.

Gwen shook her head and rubbed at her arms. “More than you’ve done already? Doubtful.” she said, not entirely able to meet your gaze. “Just being able to feel like I’m in control of my decisions is already more than I could’ve expected.”

“I hear they’re making good progress on those antipsychotics. Do you think you can hold out until then?” you said.

She shrugged marginally, still rubbing at her arms self-consciously. “Do I have a choice? I can’t afford to lose my shit and fall apart like I have been.” she said, sounding increasingly frustrated with the situation. “I’ll live. And that fucking drug had better work.”

You nodded and thought to change the subject to something more lighthearted. But the longer you spoke, the more Gwen seemed to retreat into herself. You took the hint, wished her luck, and made yourself scarce.

When you’d left her cell, Hill showed you an expression of genuine surprise.

“I must admit, I didn’t expect that to work nearly as well as it did. I suspect that Dr. Kafka will be equally as flummoxed, if not more so when she hears the news.” she proclaimed.

“She really needs that drug, Hill.” you said, not trying to hide the desperation in your voice.

Hill gave you a serious look and then nodded. “We’re doing everything we can to get her the help that she needs.” she said in a voice far more sincere than you would’ve expected.

You nodded in return, and she quickly led you out of the room. Since she wasn’t slapping the cuffs on you again, you assumed that she was taking an alternative route to bring you to a shuttle bay. That assumption was quickly squashed as she led you deeper and deeper into the facility.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“You said you were interested in a job. I’m holding you to that.” she replied, without looking back. Neither of you said another word after that.

—----

Several minutes later, Hill brought you into a cramped room that you could only assume was a break room at some point in time. It was noticeably devoid of life. Except…there was someone else in here. You were sure of it.

“On the ground.” Hill demanded.

You frowned in confusion, but then you felt a slight breeze brush up against the back of your neck. You whirled and prepared yourself for an ambush…only to find a little boy floating down gently, his hands folded behind his head.

He was dressed in torn scraps of cloth and leather, and his shoulder length brown hair was tied into a ponytail. He was about the same height as Cindy, maybe a bit taller. You almost took him for a street urchin…until you saw the considerably sharp dagger and shortsword strapped to his belt. And were those throwing knives tucked into his shirt?

(Cont.)
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“Quit gawkin’ at me, long legs! Put those peepers back in yer’ head!” he growled, still hovering just above the ground.

“Who’s sassy kid is this!?” you asked.

Hill couldn’t help but smile at that. “Huntsman, meet my newest agent, and the reason for my being late to answer your call.” she said, gesturing to him. “This is Peter Pan, but you may refer to him by his codename: ‘Lost Boy’.”

You blinked at Hill and then returned your attention to the kid. He was still eyeing you suspiciously.

“...You’re joking, right?” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “There’s no way that Peter Pan is real.”

Hill just shrugged. “That’s what we used to say about Thor. And here we are.”

“Okay…” you muttered, nervously glancing around the room for any other surprises. “What does he have to do with the mission?”

“Lost Boy here is in the business of whisking children away from their homes so they can live with him in Neverland.” Hill explained, not sounding terribly fond of the fairytale sprite. “Most kids don’t live long, on account of the hostile wildlife and the whole ‘pirate situation’, so they’re constantly recruiting.”

Holy shit…

“Don’t go making it sound worse than it really is!” Lost Boy protested. He had a bit of a thick Irish accent. “I’ve been savin’ ‘em from their dull, miserable lives under the rule of parents and oppressive authority figures!”

Hill ignored him and kept talking. “Some of his most recent additions to his ranks of Neverland Pirates are a bit of a unique case.” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Lost Boy’s been kidnapping mutant children.”

Pan just stuck his tongue out at her.

What will you say?

>”And you want me to bring them back for you? Are they going to Xavier’s?”
>”Please don’t tell me you’re planning on recruiting them too…”
>”I don’t see what made you choose me for this mission. It doesn’t seem as sensitive as the last one.”
>”If he hates adults so much, why’s he taking orders from you?”
>”Is Tinkerbell around here too? Can I meet Tinkerbell?”
>”So you didn’t get my call in time because you were paying a visit to ‘Neverland’?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5301589
>"First, I'm not doing this for free after the last job. I know what I'm worth."
>"Second, you're damn lucky I know some capable people who might actually be interested in this. We should probably arrange a meeting before we finalize the roster."
>"And get this kid some real clothes. He looks like a damn bum."
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>”And you want me to bring them back for you? Are they going to Xavier’s?”
>”Please don’t tell me you’re planning on recruiting them too…”
>”Is Tinkerbell around here too? Can I meet Tinkerbell?”
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>>5301589
>”And you want me to bring them back for you? Are they going to Xavier’s?”
>”Please don’t tell me you’re planning on recruiting them too…”
>"Because, I know a couple of people taht would be very interested in protecting mutants, speccially children."
>"I hope you are not afraid of octopi Lost Boy. Or perhaps I'm, whatever helps save those kids from a kidnapper more"
The captcha says NGG4R. I think it's mad at Peter Pan"
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>>5301589
>"I solved the case. Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the Jury, the kidnapper is right there."
>"I fail to see where I come into this."
>”Do you want me to bring them back for you? Are they going to Xavier’s?"
>"Or relocated to another magical island? And just let me tell you, I have a strict rule against human trafficing, if even a single one of those kids actually wants to go home instead of some third location, I'm gonna lose it."
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>>5301589
>”Is Tinkerbell around here too? Can I meet Tinkerbell"
>Quickly run to the closest costume shop and buy a pirate jacket, preferably one with spidery bits
Like pic related, but less breasts
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>>5301643
lmao also support
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>>5301643
Support
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>>5301723
I thought he was portrayed by Jared Leto, not Amber Heard
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>>5301643
+1
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>>5301755
Just to eliminate potential samefag accusations, I’m >>5299280 phoneposting.
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>>5301643
>>5301696
>>5301710
>>5301755
Writing...
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You rubbed your chin thoughtfully, before snapping your fingers and nodding. “I’ve solved the case. Your honor, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, the kidnapper in question is…right there!” you declared pointing at Pan.

Pan rolled his eyes at that.

“Excellent work, Huntsman. Your check will be in the mail first thing tomorrow.” Hill said in a flat tone.

“Really!?”

“No.”

Your shoulders slumped slightly, and you turned to see Pan giggling to himself.

“Nice try, beanpole. But it looks like you’ll have to stretch those freakishly long, stringy legs of yers if ya want to-”

He never got to finish his sentence, on account of you reaching out to flick him hard in the forehead. He flew backward, recoiling in pain as you refocused your attention on Hill.

“I fail to see where I fit into this. Do you want me to bring them back for you? Are they going to Xavier’s? Or are they being relocated to another magical island?” you asked, ignoring Lost Boy’s grumbling. “Because let me tell you, I have a strict rule against human trafficking. If even a single one of those kids actually wants to go home instead of to some third location, I’m gonna lose it.”

Hill raised a hand to stop you. “Slow down there, cowboy. It’s just a rescue mission. Yes, my original idea was to get them to Xavier’s. But only because child services wouldn’t be doing them any favors. The adoption rate of registered mutants is abysmally low.” she said, not giving you an opportunity to speak before she was finished. “If the children wish to go home, we can’t bring them back until we’ve held a proper investigation for each and every household. Having them stay at the X-Mansion is only a temporary thing until we can figure out what to do with them. For all their faults, the X-Men won’t force you to stay if you want to leave.”

You weren’t sure how much you believed that, but it seemed like Hill had taken the time to figure all this out beforehand. You only knew that the X-Men let Glass leave their ranks, despite him having sensitive information about the darker side of Xavier’s operations. That had to count for something.

“As for the whole ‘magical island’ bit, that’s certainly a possibility.” Hill continued. “The X-Men have been displaying some rather…ethnocentric behavior, lately. They might be in their mansion, or they may have secluded themselves on some island, or even in another dimension where only mutants are allowed to pass. The surveillance team that I’ve designated to watch them is hard pressed to keep track of them these days.”

“So you want me to head into Neverland, find the kids, and pull them out before something happens to them?” you asked.

(Cont.)
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“That’s the plan.“ Hill confirmed. “Be mindful that the pirates and fauna of that island pose an active threat, even to metahumans. It’d honestly be a miracle if more than half of his latest batch of Lost Boys hasn’t-”

Hill seemed to catch herself just in time before she’d committed to saying something truly unpleasant out loud. She cleared her throat and willed her expression into one of steel and determination once more.

“If you choose to accept this mission, you will of course be compensated for your services. I think we’re both past the point of making threats for the sake of social dominance.” she said.

What will you say?

>”How much are you offering?”
>”Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
>”Why come to me with this? It doesn’t sound like you’ll need to jump over a ton of red tape for this one.”
>”Send me the details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
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>>5301808
We can discuss payment after because dealing with magical shit is always well beyond what they’d pay us initially. Let’s not forget Dr.Strange and others have reality bending powers to fight other magical powers and we set things on fire and shoot webs. We argue more money after the mission.

>”Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
>”Why come to me with this? It doesn’t sound like you’ll need to jump over a ton of red tape for this one.”
>”Send me the details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”
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>>5301808
Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
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>>5301808
>”Should I watch out for giant crocodiles? Do I need to bring an emergency supply of alarm clocks?”
>”But in all seriousness, any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
Then once we’ve got the basic mission outline,
>”Send me the full details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”
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>>5301808
>”Send me the details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”
But before we leave...
>"Why come to me with this? It doesn’t sound like you’ll need to jump over a ton of red tape for this one."
>"These kids...do you have dossiers on em? It might help with tracking them and getting them back in one piece."
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>>5301808
>"not gonna lie, I was hoping for another mission where the time line was that I could get around to it when I get around to it."
>"Rescue missions are always time sensitive and if I don't know when and how I can leave Neverland, I'd be leaving behind a family thats in a city that's just a tad in chaos right now."
>"As much as it pains me to say no to rescueing children I think I'm gonna have to say it. I just can't be shipped off to some magical island right now."
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>>5301808
>”How much are you offering?”
>”Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”Send me the details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”
>I may need to contact someone that is not part of my team, but they have worked with me. Also they have been quite trustworthy.
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inb4 Pete gets stolen
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>>5301808
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
>”Is Tinkerbell around here too? Can I meet Tinkerbell?”
>>5301833
DONT GIVE HIM IDEAS
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>>5301833
That is the day that Peter Pan learns that while he might not age, he can still die. Gruesomely.
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>>5301833
We would set his whole island on fire
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>>5301833
Old Pan will soon remember why he's called Huntsman.
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Do we still have our Spiderman identity or did we give up on that?
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>>5301863
it's the same as our huntsman identity, it's just how we are known to the general public
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>>5301864
Ah I thought we were still separating good spidey with criminal spider
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>>5301808
>”Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
>”Should I watch out for giant crocodiles? Do I need to bring an emergency supply of alarm clocks?”
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You know, we should try to coax Pan into telling us where he gets his kids from. If he takes them from non-English countries we could need an interpreter or some kind of real-time translation software.
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>>5301816
>>5301817
>>5301821
>>5301822
>>5301827
>>5301829
>>5301898
>”Any idea what we’ll encounter over there? That being said, how are me and my team supposed to GET there?”
>”What’s the deal with you recruiting this little squirt? I hope he’s more impressive than he is in the movies.”
>”Send me the details and I’ll get back to you later. I want to talk this over with my team first.”

Taking these. Will post the update in a new thread soon.

>>5301833
>>5301835
That is indeed a very real possibility. Hill's attempting to rein some of his more uncanny behaviors, but Pan is still a dangerous individual.

>>5301863
>>5301864
>>5301865
That's still a thing, it's just that no one bothered to get a new costume to differentiate the two. Also, Ben's only PR exposure was that one thing that Julia had you do. He doesn't appear in public very often, and his interactions with normies is kept to a minimum. He's little more than an urban legend at this point.
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>>5302418
It's true we haven't gotten a new costume but there also hasn't been a prompt option for it as far as I can tell and yeah there are write-ins but most of the times anons will go with the Qm's suggestions
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>>5302421
You guys are free to just throw it out there as a suggestion. You'll have a bit of free time if you want to make it a priority before committing to any of the main missions or side quests.
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>>5302424
While it's something we should probably do, I'm a bit torn as to the costume idea.
The easiest option is to just ask for a 1-to-1 replica of the canonical Spidey costume, but personal preference has me steering more towards pic related.
At the same time, I don't want to just rip off an existing costume whole-sale...
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>>5302421
>>5302427
We have been using the silver costume for hunstman and the og one with fur for spider, I don't think we need a new one.
Unless Tombstone, one of of the mercs in the meeting like the GG, Max, any of the Silvermane's boys, the vulture, tattle about it.
But at this point it doesn't even matter, almost everyone seem to already know about it, and Hill just had to to the whole fake imprison thing even anyway.
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>>5302434
Now I'm starting to debate if it's worth keeping the personas separate.
We could probably spin it as a Robin Hood type thing where we steal from the rich and help out the community.
I garauntee you the people would love a guy who fucks with the rich and powerful and puts some of that money back into the community.
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The new thread is up!

>>5302462
>>5302462
>>5302462

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