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November 17, 2023
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The White Dove Pt 23 - Teacher
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Mid blow hard to your ribs and the former boxer turned criminal took one blow to his jaw and was down. To vanish into the plunging gas let loose suddenly on your walk home for a break between shifts. A hand and arm that came from around your back locked a hold on your neck to throw you out of the way. Mid clench of that hand your head turned. To not just line up with the man��s chin but to give you a clear view of the sniper team you knew the press said were tied to this particular crew who had raced out of a van to case the building formerly behind you.
Hard into his foot your heel slammed, and the automatic rifle aimed at your head was shoved in a stretch of his arm, which for the cameras above covered the fire of two shots your finger on the trigger around his let off to kill the snipers. To clear the chamber your finger once free of the trigger looped to jerk that back letting a bullet loose to flip through the air to the drop of the magazine your other hand let fall. Upon facing the man, a left hook to the ribs had him drop and you grab the rifle, that in a turn you grabbed around the muzzle and middle to slam into the rib of the next man to charge at you. Raspy and harsh his breath left his lungs, dropping him into reach for you to knock him out with a kick to the head.
Anxiously the man in the van watched the scene. The final armed man stood behind a familiar face with steely eyes that fell onto you in a turn back to see what the disturbance was. Gas that had been flooding the street had begun to waft away in the arrival of a military chopper that came to give the surge of soldiers headed this way a clear view.
Forward the armed man rushed. Into his gun toting arm you swung the rifle, and to the sound of the shift of gears on the van again a faked wrestle for his gun had you fire it for him to shoot through the driver’s door of the van. Dead center the bullet hit the airbag to launch the forceful explosion of fabric into the driver’s chest, causing him to slam the van into the lamp post that fell to crush in a line down the middle of the roof of the van. The gun wielding man with a hard elbow to the throat dropped to his side to flounder for air while you dropped the magazine you removed from his gun and emptied now onto the ground at his side.
Soldiers loudly still raced towards you as the familiar male Winter Soldier left standing faced you head on with eyes that shifted from your mouth when you bent your tongue up to curve against the roof of your mouth to show your brand off. Just fast enough to be taken as an absent minded action, as your hand went to rest on your ribs where you had been punched, that no one on camera would pay it any mind.
The door behind him opened, and out of a buck shot tiny sedating darts flew, dropping you to a hip when your legs gave out. Shaking your head in the fight against the compound that coursed through your veins, eyes clenched to focus energy to not ignite, the dart was removed from your collar bone. And in a squint of an eye view of the Winter Soldier who had moved himself between you and the armed men who raced out of the building in his own struggle to remain upright against the sedative dart.
One end of the street to the other glances, when the substance subsided its effects, revealed lines of soldiers, and had you realize there was no vanishing act possible. Gunshots and orders echoed through the street in the turn and drop of the soldier to take a couple shots to the back, which burrowed into his bullet proof vest, to block your smaller self he knelt in a hunch over you.
“This is gonna hurt,” you said in Russian. Planting a small round EMP dart onto his collar bone that killed the kill dart implant buried there used to fire a kill shot into the heart as well as the chip under the skin on his scalp to locate him while shutting down the power to the block in a later to be noticed side effect.
In pocketing the dart again his eyes again landed on you through the shadow his figure cast around yours, shadow enough to hide the ignition of your eyes and hair to the leap of bees from your mind into his. Enabled greatly by they history you shared to be able to smudge the mind control efforts Hydra had latched into his psyche and subconscious. Not just to clear his mind but to wiggle free and break up the chip and dart to ensure they couldn’t be used again. After a few calm blinks of his you stated the words to disengage his complicit state of mind, that to him felt like a glacier sliced in half and dropped off his chest that left him free after decades of enslavement.
The uncertainty of the situation, to follow initial orders or protect you, caused him to look around over his shoulders then rest his hands on your hips. To get your now non glowing self up and help you to behind a car to be out of the line of fire, safe from fire and right in view of a soldier, who hurried over seeing the blood stream still flowing from your collarbone.
Freed of his initial orders, how free yet he didn’t quite grasp, he knew enough to not leave your side and when a jeep came to drive you to the hospital to not wait for an ambulance he placed himself at your side. Blankly removing the handgun holster on his thigh and rifle strapped to his back without being ordered to that were left on the ground, not requiring the soldiers to try and separate you at notice of the weapons. The Winter Soldier superior to him you were assigned to was not in sight, and he was not about to allow a travesty to be unleashed when your guarding soldier had come to find his pupil. None of them would ever risk the loss of a star bearing pupil even if it cost them their life to protect the young Widows.
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“Pluto,” May Parker said when she saw you being led into the ER she worked at by a soldier and a man in full tactical gear and bullet proof layers, “What happened?”
“Walked into a trap, go figure, somebody shot me with a dart, my legs went out from under me.”
Doctor Palmer, who came around a counter behind May, rushed you over to a nearby bed ordering a vial of blood be taken and a rush on an iv bag. “We need to get you on some fluids,” she said and locked her eyes on you when you inched away from her hand that rested on your side in helping you a bit more onto the bed.
May asked, “Are you in pain, Pluto?”
And with your left hand you grabbed the end of your tank top to lift higher that Doctor Palmer’s mouth dropped open in seeing the already blackening bruise on your ribs, “We’re gonna need an x ray too,” she called to the Nurses in the hall.
“Took a punch, I was just walking, and this van came out of nowhere and I guess it was a robbery.” May’s hands gently worked an iv port into your hand, that was used to draw the blood vials and then hook the bag of fluids to help dilute whatever it was in your veins out.
Doctor Palmer said, “You also have a head laceration, what happened with that?” her fingers gently palpating your ribs to see how bad it might be.
“My head?” you asked May and she tapped the side of her temple your fingers moved to curiously to find blood from a cut just under your hairline. “I felt something flick me when the gas went off, maybe, a piece of the canister broke off. Doesn’t hurt.”
A portable xray was wheeled in and hung over your bed and Doctor Palmer said, “Just need a deep breath, Pluto,” a lead blanket was laid over your hips and away from the bed everyone flinched, with May taking hold of your bag she brought back to lay at your side on the bed. “You have a rib fracture and as soon as we know what you were given we can get you some pain medicine. I’m gonna get a Neuro consult for your head and we’re gonna get a rush on that blood work.” Up at the man at your side she asked, “Are you a relative?”
“Old teacher, known him since I was a kid,” you said.
Doctor Palmer nodded as May accepted a tablet from another Nurse to take your information, “Last name, Pear, like the fruit,” and asked, “Birthday?”
All the information was filled out and a bracelet was printed for you with another to warn to not give you food or water with a fainting warning just in case there was another side effect of the substance you had been given. “Christine, where’s the head wound?” Stephen Strange said coming into your view, and his eyes shifted onto you on the bed in her turn to face you.
“Pluto, this is Doctor Strange, he’s here to check your head laceration.”
“Pluto,” he said and his lips parted in a move closer, “Pluto Pear?”
“Ya,” you said, feeling the Super Soldier on your right seated in the chair there, still staring at him in his move closer.
“You invented the Blackhowls, they mentioned you a few times in the Columbia newsletter they send to alumni.” Off your eyes his gaze landed upon the scabbing cut near your hairline asking, “Do you remember what happened?”
“Well, apparently I walked into a trap. Van pulled up, men rushed out and they fired off a gas. Felt like something flicked me in the head, must have been a piece of the canister or something. Didn’t hurt.”
“Did you lose consciousness?” he asked accepting gloves Doctor Palmer handed him.
Blindly he added those to your answer of, “No, was a bit distracted one of the men punched me in the ribs after that.”
Doctor Palmer said, “Pluto here has a fractured rib and a nasty bruise.”
“Uh-huh, started her on a low pain med with the drip then?”
May had a bandage tray, just waiting to clean your cuts. Said, “We’re waiting on blood work first.”
“Why?” he asked as his fingers pressed around the scab.
“I got shot with a dart of something,” you said, and his eyes dropped to follow your finger tapping at the source of blood from your collar bone. “They’re trying not to kill me I suppose.”
“Any symptoms?” he asked.
“Legs gave out, felt fuzzy, like before you pass out. Muffled hearing and I had to shut my eyes, felt like I was going to be sick. Apart from my side I feel better. I tend to get stuck in a lot of traps. Chaos follows me.”
A pen light was brought out of his jacket pocket as he asked, “And you’re certain you didn’t hit your head?” he looked to the man in the chair asking, “Were you there?”
In English Cooper replied, “The only blow she took was to her ribs.”
“Mhmm,” Strange muttered, then looked to you again from the stern man, and clicked the light on to check your pupils for a basic eye test with a few questions to see how your mental responses were. “I wanna get an MRI just to be safe.”
“Buster,” you said and his eyes shifted to your hair. To watch the eyes light up on Buster, who as you pressed a hand into the back of the inclined bed to sit up, released from your hair to hover around your head parting Strange’s lips in watch of the projected scan results over its back of your brain. Back against the bed you rested saying, “I didn’t hit my head, save the machine for someone who will need it. There was a good deal of gunfire, surely someone will.”
“You designed this?” Stephen asked in a tentative lift of a finger that rotated the image that in timed flashes showed different layers of your brain.
“Actually made a portable set of rings that makes a 3d model last year in seconds of a scan but Doctors Without Borders ghosted me on an email to let me know when to expect an interview to show off my latest improvement on the idea. Apparently in making a machine worth millions rhetorical several people would then have to choose what to use that room for, which can only lead to battles of ego on who gets to claim it.”
Buster flew back to your hair in the creep of his grin wider as May said, “I can help you clean up your cuts,” with a wet cloth in hand she sat on the side of the bed opposite him to gently begin to clean your face and your chest of drying blood.
Strange said, “You seem close. Related?”
May answered, “We use the same laundromat.”
“Ah,” he said and then said to you, still confused a bit, “Hang tight, check back in on you a bit later.” Out of the room he went gesturing Doctor Palmer to do the same where he stood in the doorway saying to her, “Scan seems clear, keep me up to date on that blood test, and don’t leave her alone with that guy.”
Though you could hear him and you said to May, “Cooper here’s only dangerous around chocolate cherries and cocoa puffs.”
Making her glance at the man, who said, “Down right addicted to artificial sugars. 25 years in the Marines, takes a sea horse to get this look off my face.” His head tilted to the side, “The occasional red panda does the trick too.”
She looked to you again and you said, “I really do feel okay. Not the first time I’ve bruised my ribs.”
“Still going to keep an eye on you in case that dart kicks in. Did you get hurt too?” She asked the man she now knew as Cooper.
“No, took a couple rounds to the back when the soldiers jumped in keeping this one out of the way.” He said gesturing a finger your way on his hand rested atop his knee. “She’s more important than my old self.”
In a matter of minutes she had you cleaned up with a couple bandages on your cuts. “You go to Midtown, right?”
“Yes.”
“My nephew got accepted, why I’m asking. Guess we’ll be seeing you at enrollment then. He’s so excited his parents went there. The teachers I hear are really thorough and have high expectations.”
“Some of them, but it’s all on motivation from what I know, more the students push themselves the better their experience is and results are. They offer tons of chances to get ahead too. Even helped me to get into Columbia as well to start on my Bachelors degree and my scholarships for that too.”
“Well my Peter is a go getter. He should do well then,” she said with a grin flinching wider. Half an hour she hung around, and turned as you looked to the doorway to find Eddie there having arrived through several check points to get here as quick as possible.
“Hey Eddie, found another trap. Got shot with a tranq dart.” He crossed the room and seeing the hem of your shirt up his fingers went there first, “Just a fractured rib,” you said inching your shirt up so he could see the swelling bruise in its first stage to darken before it began to lighten again.
“And your face?” He asked, helping you to fix your shirt again, and glanced up at Cooper. “Cooper, right?”
“Yes,” he said lifting a hand so they could shake hands over your chest, “Was in town on the hunt for that Orca machine.” He said with eyes shifting back to you as their hands broke apart, “Found Pluto here.”
“Eddie, Pluto adopted me as her brother.”
You answered his question when he looked back at you, “I felt something flick me, might have been a piece of the smoke canister they used, didn’t hit my head, and they’re waiting on blood work to see what I was dosed with.”
The door to your room was shut as more people from the building were brought in, causing Eddie to settle at your side on the bed so he and Venom could feel what you might not be saying or showing. His hand folding around yours to rest and be cradled on his belly easing that task. By the end of the hour Doctor Palmer was back in the room with a grin stating as she showed you a cup of two pills and a vial with a wrapped syringe between her fingers on the hand holding the plastic cup. “Well you certainly are lucky, managed to get the dart out before it could release a toxic amount of the compound into your bloodstream. Since you’ve taken the fluids completely we can give you a shot for your pain and,” she looked to Eddie, “Family?”
“Brother,” you both said, and she nodded.
“Then we can send you home with your brother and give you a prescription for your ribs and a list of rules to follow for the best way to outwait the recovery,” in handing you the cup she named the two medications inside. And watched you swallow the pair of horse pills.
May opened the small water bottle Dr Palmer had tucked underneath her elbow to enable you to have a sip of water to chase the useless medications that churned in your belly for an uncomfortable couple minutes while your system burned them off. Out of the syringe she unwrapped and uncapped she drew down the plunger to add the medication to the iv to help against the toxins even more that extended the discomfort. Reminding you all the more of the uncomfortable iv that your body was slowly fighting against the tape to push it out of your hand to heal the opening. “I will warn you ribs are a painful and slow recovery often made worse with irritation from not being able to draw in deep breaths.”
“I don’t need the pain meds, I’ve fractured my ribs before. Used to the process.”
After a moment she said, “If this is about you not having better insurance since Misique’s work on the medical infrastructure, this is all affordable,” with actual concern in her gaze you might be refusing on those grounds.
“That’s not why, but thank you.”
“Have,” she started to ask with brows pressed together a moment, “Have you had troubles with pain meds before?”
“I’ve researched the history of medications. Antibiotics are one thing, I don’t want pain pills, if I have to I’ll take some Tylenol. My father has bad kidneys I don’t want to push my luck.”
She let out a breath and said, “I am going to still give you a prescription, not one that will harm your kidneys, to go with a follow up round of medication to help flush anything else lingering in your system out. Even if you just take a pill before bed to help you sleep I can’t just let a 16 year old out of here without some form of relief.” She looked at May naming the medication she wanted to be given to you and then said, “I’ll get your discharge papers and that healing instruction packet ready for you.”
May eased off the bed to collect the pain medication from the storage room granting you and Eddie a clear view of Fury and Pierce alongside Natasha Romanoff, all who had seen the security footage and paused upon sight of you and Cooper at your side. Cooper in a lean forward patted your arm gently and said, “Feel better, I’ll check in with you later.”
“You sure?” you asked and he nodded.
“Yes, I don’t go now they’ll come after me later.”
Out of the room he walked straight for Pierce, who could be heard saying, “Cut the kid loose, clearly out of her depth,” Natasha peered up at Cooper and drew in a breath in a bid to keep her face straight, recognizing him from her own training days in the Red Room, “We need to talk.” Pierce said confidently up at the man, who upon instructing to be left alone in a room with him inside SHIELD headquarters to utter the proper words would kick Pierce through a wall, showing the first of the control tactics was gone thanks to a mental barrier you placed on your way out of severing their control over his mind.
 *.*.*
Freeing him fully from Hydra on top of disengaging the kill switch implanted in the lesser Winter Soldiers, that would have shaken Pierce, now more so at two Super Soldiers free of Hydra’s control. Cooper however upon arrival at SHIELD headquarters would be given the chance to meet his niece, Melinda May, who was floored and lit her own fire in the headquarters to take him home to see her father and grandparents that believed he died in battle. A dead man was found alive as well as ruins of the Orca machine beyond repair, with little sign of the woman who created it amongst the group, who was plotting to get charge of the Titans with it.
They got their win and Pierce assumed he got his asset back, only to find he was wrong and a plot to retrieve or silence Cooper had to be initiated while Pierce laid in another bed in the medical wing at SHIELD.
Triple checking the footage again however a search of two building windows above would reveal two highly hunted Hydra snipers for Fury to add to the list of mysteries revolving around your confusing self. Now his mental image of you included a terrifying level of skill to have killed those two and made it look like an accident in disarming the two men with guns aimed at you. Two shots that distance through smoke for clean shots, that even Clint had to stand in awe at the execution after the noticed split second glance that way, in which you would have had to decide the best spots for said snipers to be perched for top efficacy.
Fury asked him when he was certain they were alone, “Clint, how long would it take you to find these rooms from down on the street?”
Clint let out a scoff shaking his head, “Sixty windows on this side of the building, sun at that hour was glare central aimed at the street, other building you have to shoot between two wrought iron railings. That one, that was a perch to watch the roof of the target building, I wouldn’t have even given that building a second glance.” And he shrugged, “Then again she knows the dead guy, brother’s a journalist, maybe the crew always uses these angles.” When he looked at Fury again, “Training like this, and the kid isn’t doing anything, just work and school,” he shook his head again, “Man, do you know how she got loose? Exactly how?”
Fury said, “Just showed up on a plane. Not a trace of what she was involved with aside from a ballet school and the pictures of trips with Barnes.”
Clint said, “So she’s a ghost hunted by ghosts who is living very publicly. Kid’s got balls. Online presence, in magazines, in parade yearly, winning competitions, top of her class, she’s staring a bull in the face.” He paused and asked, “Pierce really said cut her loose?”
Fury nodded, adjusting his footing a bit, wondering at what Clint was thinking, “Said she was in over her head.”
“And you watched the tapes,” Clint chuckled and pointed at the blood stain around the still perched sniper rifle, “He knows. Nat came on board he was on her for years. He’s scared of this kid so much he’d rather take the guy who kicked him through a wall when he got him alone. Nat is terrified to dip a toe in the haunted lake inside of a ten acre cemetery Bucky is lost in that this kid crawled out of. And she is a good kid, if she is working someone then I’m Brigitte Bardot, she is a good kid I can tell she wants to help she’s just drawing a line at what will be an all out war if she goes to hunt Bucky herself. Maybe this ghost Cooper guy has some hints to Bucky is.”
*.*.*
 May Parker when she returned looked to the empty seat and you said, “Cooper went to give a summary of what happened to the officials that came in so I wouldn’t have to.”
“Oh,” she said then brought the needle and sealed vial closer saying, “Shouldn’t be long before we can get you back home and resting,” and into the open port on the iv she pushed the needle and plunger down afterwards to release the liquid, your brows furrowed in feeling it course through your veins. Whatever relief it was meant to grant it only lasted a few seconds before the nausea and cloudiness of your mind and blink of a dull to your rib pain was all gone.
“Thank you, for sitting with me even if you were ordered to in case Doctor Strange thought Cooper might try to kill me or something.” Unable to help it she smirked to your quick chuckle.
“It was my pleasure, now I know a good deal more on the school to share with Peter when I get home. Help to get him ready.” To help the others she was called away, and in the privacy you were able to share more about what had happened and why the mentally freed Super Soldier was in the hospital room with you.
Doctor Strange’s return had him notice the absent member of your former company who was swapped with another man who seemed mildly more comforting to see you alone with. The quizzical look on his face had you say, “Don’t worry he only eats people after sunset, I’m perfectly safe now.”
“See they gave you your pain meds finally. Feeling better?”
“Not particularly, never been a fan of iv’s. But I’ll be home soon.”
“And I’ll make a call about that scanner of yours, see if I can grease some wheels for people to take your invention seriously as they did that plane of yours. Don’t get many chances to help a fellow Columbia kid. I will do my best to pull some weight for you.” He said confidently.
“Well I guess we can see what an actual Doctor can get them to listen to.”
“I can be quite annoyingly persistent I’m told.”
“Most Neurosurgeons tend to be.” You said, making him smirk and come closer to get another check of your eyes, which had him on the lack of impact the medicine had on your pupils so far a bit curious.
“When did they give you that injection?” he asked.
“Couple minutes ago,” Eddie said gaining a nod.
“Then you might want to lay her down on the ride home those meds can be quite potent in triggering drowsiness. And be sure to keep off your feet as much as you can. Feel better we need as many brilliant minds as we can get in the game.” His head turned noticing Doctor Palmer returning with the packet of paperwork for you. “Christine, there you are.” With a twitch of his brows he stepped away to the sound of his pager going off to call him back to the Neuro wing. “Stay safe out there,” was the last thing he said, stepping away with a pat of his hand on her arm.
“Hard working with your ex?” you asked, parting her lips, “Had a guy who asked me out to make his crush jealous and people stared at me like I lost a husband or something,” making her smirk at the image. “Barely spoke to the boy before that, is it hard? I’ve asked my therapist but he’s a he, it’s different.”
With a chuckle she said, “Well he never treated me any different before or after, we’re Mates, so he’s stuck with me so when he bothers me I tickle him mercilessly, that helped, and people tend to not like him, he’s, a handful. Gossip and second looks end eventually. School is always rough.”
“Also I was home schooled for eight years so to jump from first grade to my sophomore year and getting back to such a wild social dynamic to come back to in the sea of these kids going through puberty. And then thoughts on Mates only makes it more complicated in thinking which one of them could be anchored to you for the rest of their lives.”
“That will pass. I have these for you, the recovery packet and your prescription.” All through the packet she guided you for May to return with a tablet for the Doctor to help the discharge forms as May, once gloved gently removed your iv.
Eddie shouldered your bag to help you ease off the bed and keep you under his arm out to the parking garage where he was able to give you a warm hug helped you onto the back of the bike as he asked, “You aren’t scared of this Cooper guy?”
“I tapped his mind and erased the trigger words, so they can’t order him to come after me. He has family in SHIELD who thought he was dead, so I think if anything were to happen it would be a ways off. What I felt, he seems like he was a good guy around the scars.”
“You still work at two?” he asked and you nodded. “Food time, we’ll get you fed and changed and see if Buddy can help you with those bruises of yours.” Over the seat he swung his leg to lift the bike off the kickstand and back up asking, “That shot, how long it last? Three seconds?”
“If even,” you muttered, making him chuckle to himself, and fire up the engine to start the ride ahead through check points to get back to Queens. Right to your favorite place he drove to order take out. There you waited on the bike to take hold of the food you would eat up in your place for some privacy so your bees especially could fill you in on the movements of your freed friend. And on time he gave you a lift to work with promise to pick you up at eleven for the end of your longer shift to help get the place ready for an inventory and a new book release.
One of the best workers there even with shorter hours between classes and summer vacations you were guaranteed shifts no matter what out of all the teens who flitted in and out between the women who manned the registers who had been there since before you had been hired as possible around schedules of taking care of their children. For all the time you had until enrollment you would soak up all the hours and savings you could to keep from being detailed on what was headed your way when it came to school.
 …
Ruins of Orca discovered and it was like someone snapped their fingers taking the military checkpoints all away overnight, loosening up so many tight strings keeping you from gaining more spare time with back shortcuts and trips across rooftops and other structures when normal means had come up short. Under an umbrella through sheets of rain, you found your way back to Midtown for enrollment. Basic information forms were filled out with a new ID card that end over end turned to tap corners onto the table while you stared at the core credit sheet for the degree you wanted to have by next spring.
With a reluctance in his gaze Morita came to sit down in the spot beside yours in the lunchroom where you usually sat for enrollment and lunches. “I tried to make some calls to the education board, on your behalf.” Referring to the lift of required credit hours from 24 to 32 for a school of this classification, “Not right you graded at a sophomore level to punish you for that.”
In a tilt of your head to the right, you took hold of the elbow of the button necked sweater you had on to tug the sleeve up to, then tug the other as your other hand continued to turn and tap of the card. “Not your fault. Only eight credits,” you said with your voice tapering off.
“Maybe I can push harder, you keep your grades up and I can send transcripts to the board to show you should be graduating this year.”
After a shrug you said, “Well I figure it wouldn’t be too hard to try and time getting my degree here and at Columbia at the same time. Unless they’ve changed those core credit requirements too.”
“A couple of the classes at least we can help you to take bi-monthly exams to add spare credits to that numbers. Possibly on Saturdays if it wouldn’t be too much on top of your classes, already talked to some teachers who would be up for the task. Have a few other Seniors who are in the same boat, skipped grades to get here just like you did. Not fair and we’re gonna push hard back on them.” The list of spare classes to choose on the weekends were noted on a sheet of paper he set down with your name on it, specific to the ones you required he’d made up at the policy change.
“Thank you, if not four years here wouldn’t be too miserable to torture through.”
You said making him grin and say, “I will let you map out your schedule, have to go be yelled at by more parents of fellow skippers.” Patting his hand on the table while finding his feet to go and answer more arguments on possible ways to mend this situation for angry parents who had every right to be for this wrench in their child’s plans.
Down the form you listed the classes including the ones on the spare page, folding the booklet around the pages of information and forms for this year once you had chosen to give Color Guard another go. Across your lap the purse there was opened to find your sticky note pad to write down the spare Saturday stops to fit into your schedule later.
“Pluto?” a voice asked turning your head to find May Parker there with a grin your way. “How are your ribs?”
“Good,” you answered, “All better, back to full lung capacity. Been to see all the teachers yet?”
“Not yet, Peter’s been checking out the clubs. Even was going to see about the Decathlon team, I know I’ve read you were on the team past couple years. Maybe he can help you out this time around. He’s got a quick mind, practically lives at the library since he could read, wants to know everything about everything.”
“Be happy to have him, I know a few from last year graduated early, our coach would be glad to have a good number willing to try out to have the best team.”
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“Hey, who’s that your aunt’s talking to?” Ned asked his best friend Peter when they entered the cafeteria, the pair who were glad to be attending this school together, who both stared at the teen seated at the table where May stood. Both with eyes flinching wider as May gestured their way causing the unmistakable teen give them both a wave they both returned. “Your aunt knows Pluto Pear?”
“They, do laundry at the same place,” Peter stammered out and glanced at Ned to ask, “What do I do?”
Ned shook his head, “I don’t know.”
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Their hushed debate had May chuckle and look back at you, “I will let you get back to your planning, enjoy the last bit of summer.” She turned to go join Peter and Ned to go and speak to more teachers so the duo could choose the best classes for their goals and you made your note then put your things away to turn in your schedule sheet and make your way out umbrella in hand. Back out into the rain so you could make the charity film run at the theater near to your place where Ricky promised he’d slip away to catch the sequel of the trilogy once his class forms were turned in.
 *.*.*
“What’d you talk about?” Peter asked, adjusting the glasses that slid a bit down his nose while his other hand held the club pamphlets and leaflets he had collected.
May with a creeping grin at his awkward tone answered, “You.”
And with a crack in his voice he asked, “Me? What about me?”
“Well I told her your names, and said you were thinking about trying for the Decathlon team.”
“That’s it?” Peter asked.
And with a chuckle she replied, “Well she’s been on the team and shared that they had a few members graduate last semester and the coach would be glad for some new blood to try out.”
“Oh,” he replied flatly and asked in avoiding a railing for a staircase that separated them, “Does she seem like she wants us on the team?”
“Well she certainly didn’t start screaming in protest at the idea,” she joked, making him scoff and tap her arm.
“May, this is serious, she’s the best on the team.”
“And she said she wants the best team possible. Both of you would be a good addition and next year you can take over when she’s full time at Columbia.”
Ned asked, “The country?”
“The college,” May clarified, “Takes classes there too, usually has some paper or project while waiting on her clothes to finish or look over.”
“She’s in college already?” Both the boys asked in unison.
“Yes, she works hard, and I think you can be good friends,” her smile widened looking at the two, “You could have study groups. And she can’t live that far from us, you could walk together in the mornings, and you are joining the band so you can ride the busses to games together if she’s out for the Color Guard squad again.”
Peter cracked out, “May,”
Making Ned chuckle, “She’s an upper classman, why would she want to hang out with Freshmen?”
“She’s nice,” May replied, “And if you’re on teams together why wouldn’t she want to be friends with you? I would be friends with you if I was her age.”
“You have to say that, May. We’re related.” Peter huffed.
“Well I’m not related to Ned, now am I?” she challenged him, making him smirk at her creeping grin that had her hug him and kiss the top of his head. “This is going to be so good for the both of you. Great school, great teams, great new friends, you’ll see.”
At the first classroom Ned turned his head hearing his parents in discussion with a teacher who waved him over, triggering the boys to do their secret handshake in separating, with plan to meet up after this. And Peter asked, “You think the code labs will be crowded?”
“If they are I’ll fake a scene and clear some space for you.” She joked.
“Please don’t,” he said with concern on his face making her chuckle and give him another hug.
“Party pooper.”
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 Long after your friends had to head back home near to noon between cracks of thunder you hopped onto the front step of the covered stoop for the Daily Bugle. There you closed and shook your umbrella, that was left in the stand inside of the door you opened and held for a woman on her way out tangled in her raincoat. Her soft thanks muffled in the storm shut off by the close of the door as you followed the hall deeper to head up to Eddie’s desk upstairs.
Across the floor you could hear the buzz of the journalists in their cubbies and chosen corners to ready their next story. A few who took notice of you and said hello, turning Eddie’s head from his conversation with another journalist while Jameson was trying to get a clear line of events on what the Seal guy was up to with the Grimm brothers after the former had broken out of his cell in Rikers.
“Hey Pluto,” the journalist said with a wave, patting Eddie on the arm to say they could talk later so your brother could come closer to where you were beside his cubicle.
“How’d it go?” he asked collecting his notes on his desk to shuffle them all into his bag.
“Apparently they changed the core credit requirements, so I’m going to have to take spare classes on Saturdays and the rest next year.”
“They what?!” he said luring Jameson into his doorway.
“What’s the fuss?” Jameson called out.
Eddie turned to look at him saying, “They raised the core credit requirements so now Pluto’s got to repeat a year.”
And you added to Jameson and the other reporters listening in, “Not just me, other students who skipped a year have to take weekend classes and more next year to graduate.”
Jameson said, “Ditch the bit on Dr Phil’s visit and get on this. This statewide?”
“Dean said it was based on the classification of the school and he’s called the education board, all the parents of the other kids are furious.”
James gave a nod saying, “We’re gonna bring the heat, smoke the culprit out!” he turned exclaiming, “Education board crippling the brilliant minds of tomorrow! Won’t have it!”
Eddie tapped your arm to get your focus back on him, instead of the storm brewing in Jameson’s office that struck a personal nerve for him on the latest gripe against the educational system’s decline. “Sis?”
“I’m okay, it wouldn’t be completely terrible to add another year at Midtown.” You said glancing away as you said it.
Softly he repeated, “Sis,” at the stir of tears prickling at your eyes.
And softly you replied in a faked pleasant tone, “I plan for chaos, right?”
“This isn’t chaos, this is wrong,” he said and all you could do was nod and draw in a breath and blink a few times to scare away your tears. “Come here,” he said in a step forward, with arms raised for the goal of giving you a hug. During which you gladly remained through his deep exhale to keep calm and to take a moment resting his head on top of yours.
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denimbex1986 · 2 years
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"...Stephen's one of the best surgeons alive." "I'm THE best, actually..."
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miss-musings · 2 years
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If I had a nickel for every time I’ve had to watch Benedict Cumberbatch sadly get ready….
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…and attend a wedding where he has to watch the love of his life marry somebody else…
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…I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s strange that it happened twice.
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fezblr · 2 years
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do you get deja vu huh
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strangeironaf · 1 year
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Pepper : Oh god, they texted you ‘hi.’ punctuation only means one thing, Tony. He's mad at you.
Tony: No, it's Stephen. He's just being gramatically correct!
*meanwhile*
Stephen: And then I used a period so he'd know that I'm mad at him.
Christine: A period doesn't say 'I'm mad', it says 'you're dead to me'.
Stephen: I stand by my choice.
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paradoxicwashere · 8 months
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Found this ol Doctor Strange and Spider-Man comic I made over a year ago. It's goofy and silly but I'm still proud of how fast I made it :)
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itsagentromanoff · 23 days
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Tony: Why does Strange like Christine?
Bucky: Doll, look, all I know is that if I was a girl, and I had to choose between the tall dude who loved Cloak of Levitation, and the you looking dude who loves rocker tees and wearing rocker tees…I’d choose you.
Tony: That’s really nice. Thank you.
Bucky: And I’d blow your mind.
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briefhandsstudenttoad · 9 months
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Can u do stephen strange × reader angst
He is still in love with christine
Of Course!!! Thank you anonymous for this first ever request I'll be happy to write this!
🔥 Different Futures
Stephen ponders his feeling for his current girlfriend and his ex until his girlfriend returns with some questions. TW. Angst, arguments and unhappy ending.
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Stephen sat on his bed in the Santum Sanctorum twiddling an opened envelope in his damaged hands.
Written inside was an invite to his ex lover's, Christine's, wedding. He hadn't heard her name much since their difficult break up and after he met you he decided that he was over her anyway. So why did this invite hit him like a brick wall.
He loves you. He really does and there is no denial of that in his mind. He loves the way you laugh at his lame jokes and sarcasm. He loves the way you hold his hands and play with his hair when he's down. He loves your smile that could brighten a dark day. But most of all he just loves you.
However, reading this invitation has Stephen questioning his love for his ex girlfriend also. Whilst they were dating he was so sure he would end up marrying her and even now when picturing her wedding, he could only envision himself as the groom.
As he sat there engrossed in the thin paper, examining his thoughts and past memories, he failed to hear you enter the Sanctum after a hard day of teaching some young sorcerers at Kamar Taj.
As you approached the bedroom you decided to suprise your boyfriend as you managed to sneak off work early to celebrate date night and hopefully an exciting night together.
Creaking open the door of your shared room slightly ajar, just so much as your eye could peep through, you spotted him on the corner of the bed holding what looked like an envelope. He had his concentrating face on like nothing else in the world mattered at that moment and you couldn't help but love him just a little bit more.
Crashing into the room after a few seconds he finally looked up at his beautiful girlfriend. Y/n smiled and as usual readied herself to pounce into his lap and rant all about her day before snuggling into Stephen until they were interrupted (usually by a hungry stomach or Wong).
This time however, Stephen simply gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, stood up and just before teleporting out the room, claimed he needed to go on a quick walk.
Y/n huffed lightly at the lost opportunity to suggest date night but instead she would suprise him later on with a fancy meal.
She climbed onto the bed to discard her teaching clothes and to find something more casual when she crawled on top of the slip of paper Stephen had been cradling so carefully.
Y/n would never interfere with any of Stephens possessions or property but her mind practically blew when she read the name 'Christine' at the top of the pamphlet.
Later that evening when Stephen got home, after clearing his head at Central Park, waiting for him was his wonderful girlfriend and some very fancy looking meals.
"What is all of this?' He questioned partly amused and also slightly concerned.
"Date night silly" y/n giggled.
After a few minutes of an almost complete conversation spoken by Y/n and the odd input from Stephen, Y/n decided to ask about the wedding invite.
"So...Christine's getting married?"
Stephen spilt some of his drink at the abruptness of the conversation change from master Lings latest glasses that are too big for his head.
"Eurgh...yeah. Some bloke named Charlie. How do you know about that?"
"You left the invite on your bed, sweetie" y/n giggled again.
Stephens face tensed. "Why would you read that. It was addressed to me".
Y/n felt a little confused about this reaction she has never seen Stephen look like this. "I didn't open it Steph, it was just there on the bed. Are you gonna go?"
Stephen had also been asking himself this question but the last person he wanted to talk to about it was his current girlfriend. He politely excused himself from the table and said he was tired.
"Stephen what's wrong? Where are you going?" Y/n shot up and followed him throughouly confused with his reaction.
"Y/n please just be quiet I have a lot on my mind right now" Stephen snapped.
Y/n who was frantically chasing him up the Sanctums stairs was suddenly taken aback. She'd never ever seem Stephen act like this ever, especially to her. "Stephen whats going on. I just asked you a simple question why are you so angry?"
Stephen looked incredibly intimidating right now. Although only a few steps above y/n he towered above her and took the full control of the atmosphere and y/n would have been quite scared if she wasn't so stubborn. "Will you stop asking me questions!" he yelled.
"Will you just tell me what's going on then!".
As he was about to turn around y/n just about caught him muttering something along the lines of "Christine" and "was the right choice".
"What?" She countered.
Slowly spinning back around again to face her Stephen almost whispered "she was the right choice. I should have chosen her over you".
"What?". Y/n felt tears prick in the corners of her eyes and heat flame around her body. She pictured herself raising a family with Stephen, growing old together within the Sanctum. And suddenly everything felt cold.
Stephen didn't mean to come off so rude but he needed Christine not y/n and she deserved to know the truth.
"Do you love her?" Y/n somehow managed to release from somewhere inside her body which just felt tight and empty.
"I don't know...yes. I do".
"So you don't love me?"
"Yes...I do".
"Stephen you can't have both of us. She's getting married anyway you don't have a chance. This is just a silly little crush you'll forget about her soon. I promise. Now please can we just talk and watch a movie or something and forget about this" Y/n almost begged.
She looked up at him with big expectant eyes.
"I'm sorry but no. I love her. I need her. You're the silly little crush. Not her. I can't be without her anymore. Please leave". With that Stephen spun through a portal leaving y/n alone at the top of the stairs, praying that she would get killed in battle soon.
- Thank you for reading and requesting xx
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hjbirthdaywishes · 1 year
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November 17, 2022
Happy 44 Birthday to Rachel McAdams. 
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Poke Ch 39, managed to piece it together and get it edited and up finally. Come take a peek here.
Poke Masterlist (Rewrite)
Would really love to hear what you guys think and especially about the question in the notes at the end if you wouldn't mind. :)
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shydaydreamer28 · 4 months
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Another thing Comic Strange got over MCU Strange Lmao
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Dude was getting it on the regular & had tons of women & a wife.
MCU Strange had 1 woman who left & didn’t wanna come back. Then he spent his time as an obsessed stalker in his sequel that took 6 years and a whole Spidey trilogy to get, that ever Cumberbatch said he barely had a character arc in.
If they never consummated the relationship, then MCU Strange may still be a virgin. Writers don’t seem to wanna make him look good.
Or maybe he lost the v-card to Christine, and that’s why he got so sprung. LMAO
But on a legit serious note, MCU Strange & Ben deserve better. They’re doing him pretty dirty. Everyone mentions the nerfing. But the bigger sin imo is his character.
The MoM Christine plot was pathetic. Christine is almost the only thing they give him for a “sad” story. And it ain't that sad. The relationship is under-developed & boring, imo. Honestly did not need any mention of it after the first film when they both parted ways as mature adults, friends, and started moving on with their separate roads in life. MoM regressed that on Strange's end. He was giving Spike (Buffy) vibes in MoM.
Strange is a very tragic character with a lot to unpack. And instead he’s mostly a plot device for everyone else’s story while being depicted as “bitchless in every universe” in his next film because he's too busy obsessing over a dead romance when not being the destroyer of the Universe.
Good GOD!!!!! MCU, do better!!!!
A film dealing withi his past & family trauma would be good for showcasing why he is the way he is. His sister, Donna alone is tragic as Hell and Benedict's thoughts on it are beautiful.
But going further, if they add his brother to the MCU, whew boy! That story is more tragic than Donna, if you can believe that.
We need a Strange film that explores his character rather than damn near everyone around him while he gets mostly shallow story lines at best while depicted as a simp.
I pray, hope, and wish that Doctor Strange 3 will do better by his character. I recall hearing that Cumberbatch has said he's gonna be more proactive in having input regarding the character & development.
Good Lord, I hope so. Because I agree with him regarding MoM - that he was the only person who cared about the character & that he barely had an arc by the final cut.
I will die on the hill that his relationship with America, & Defender Strange sexiness, and Clea were the only good things to come out of that film in relation to the character. Lmao
Also, the third eye looks BAD!!! I hope he keeps it closed in DS3. lmao
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cleabellanov · 3 months
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Who is Strange Supreme saying the line "I've been looking for you for a long time" to?
From the trailer, it looks like it's Kahhori. But that still intrigues me as for why would Strange look for someone, anyone?? Their abilities must be really helpful.
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Palmerstrange fanart with AI.
Dr. Stephen Strange and Dr. Christine Palmer
Spending quality time together after a busy day. She's curious to learn more of magic and how 'inner world' works. He's beyond calm and happy to be with her. Whatever happens in the world, in their lives, their love for each other is undying and they make sure of it<3
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