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Even though the X-Men were able to save the children, and if they weren't here there would have been no survivors... Kelly still spins it in an anti-mutant light because "won't somebody think of the children!?"
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pageofqueens · 11 months
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splooosh · 2 years
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“The result of media hype”
Terry Shoemaker
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summersnow82 · 6 months
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The Scent of Roses
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Fictober 2023_Prompt 1: “It’s not too late. Let’s go.”
Author’s note: This is not the story these two deserve, but it’s what they’re getting right now. We’ll see what happens later. :)
Summary: Fellow mutant and friend, Sabrina Snow overhears Trish Tilby breaking up with Hank McCoy via his answering machine prior to an important black tie event. A reimagining of comic cannon events in the X-Men 2006 movie universe.
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Sabrina hadn’t meant to hear the voicemail Trish Tilby left Hank. Worse, she hadn’t meant for him to catch her hearing it, but the roses in her arms and her signature scent gave her away before his eyes ever met hers.
“They used the word bestiality three times...”
The words came out of the answering machine like a slap in the face, and Sabrina couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her. A gloved hand moved to cover her mouth, but Hank had heard. He always heard. He dropped his gaze from hers, reaching to turn the machine off before Trish could say any more.
“It was nice while it lasted,” he said in his rich, deep baritone. “But all good things…,” he trailed off, and his shoulders slumped. “You can take the flowers, Sabrina. I won’t be needing them after all.”
Sabrina was rooted to the floor. She had loved Hank McCoy since she came to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Everyone knew she carried a torch for him in her teenage years, but now they were adults. Most assumed now she held a deep affection for an old friend, but the truth was she loved him still. The emotions raging inside her petite form were massive: elation Hank was single again; fury he’d been hurt so terribly; fear for how he’d react to her because she’d witnessed his humiliation; sorrow because Trish made Hank happy, and now he was heartbroken.
“Sabrina,” Hank’s voice was soft as he called to her. She’d yet to move, and even though he hadn’t turned around he knew she was still present.
“Your limo is here,” she rasped, unable to think of anything else to say.
Hank rubbed a hand over his face. “I won’t be needing it.”
Sabrina frowned. “You’re not going to go?” She couldn’t help the confused tone. Hank’s position as Secretary of Mutant Affairs was a huge win for the mutant cause, and this dinner was more than a fancy date out. Hank was to provide a speech on the current mutant/human climate prior to introducing the President. It wasn’t just a dinner – it was an opportunity, and Trish Tilby chose this night – this important night for Hank to shine – to break up with him. Sabrina seethed internally. Trish’s timing was either intentionally cruel or incredibly stupid.
Sabrina chose to believe the latter.
Hank didn’t reply, and Sabrina nodded, turning to leave. She was halfway to the door when a wild, daring, terrifying idea came to her. She was torn between voicing her idea or simply acting on it, and decided once more to choose the latter. She walked quickly to the door, bolting into a full sprint once she was out of his lab. She’d have to be quick for this to work.
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Hank slumped into his office chair, burying his face in his hands. He should’ve seen this coming. Shouldn’t have let his guard down. Should’ve prepared for the inevitable. Love ‘em and leave ‘em before they can leave – that was his style. He did it with panache and a gentlemanly flair that left his lovers singing his praises as they moved onto a more traditional relationship. He was dangerous and exotic to them, but safe and prestigious enough no one could really fault them for giving it a go. Trish though...he’d begun to think maybe he and Trish could go the distance.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the clock on his computer. The speech. It was a damn good one, too. Could he really sacrifice this opportunity for a broken heart?
He exhaled heavily, pushing himself up and out of the worn leather chair. “The show must go on, I suppose.” He was a good actor; he could pull this off. He shrugged out of his tux jacket, swinging it over his shoulder, loosened his bow tie, and willed himself to walk out of his lab.
He heard the voices sending him encouragement as he walked the halls of Xavier’s mansion, but he didn’t register faces. He was too caught up in his pain and obligation. He didn’t even notice Logan until the shorter man stepped into his path.
“Logan?” Hank pulled back, frowning at the hostile-looking mutant. He was blocking the front door, his muscled arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Ya gotta wait,” he grunted, thrusting his head towards the staircase. “Someone’s coming.”
Hank couldn’t contain the growl that rumbled in his throat. He was in no mood for Logan’s nonsense or Charles’ last minute pep talk. “Logan,” he began, the threat clear in his tone.
But Logan wasn’t listening. His eyes were on the stairs, his eyebrows suddenly reaching for his hairline as he let out a long, slow whistle. Hank frowned, turning to see what could possibly illicit that response from the Wolverine.
It took everything in him not to growl again, this time for very different reasons.
At the top of the stairs was Sabrina Snow, fellow mutant, childhood friend, confidant, and radiant beauty. Her blonde hair was piled high on her head with a few tendrils brushing her ivory shoulders. The dress was green velvet with a halter neckline that emphasized her ample bosom, and a thigh-high slit. She was leaning over to slip on a pair of black heels, exposing a long length of stocking-clad leg. Elbow length satin black gloves and sparkly earrings completed the look against slightly darker makeup than what she’d worn earlier.
She was a vision, and he knew it was all for him.
Sabrina straightened, seeing the two men looking up at her, and she flashed a pretty smile their way. “Oh, good! Logan caught you!” She began to descend the stairs, and Logan leaned forward, clapping a strong hand on Hank’s shoulder.
“I don’t know what happened, and I don’t wanna know. Just don’t screw this up, bub.”
Hank couldn’t think of anything to say. His eyes were locked on Sabrina. She always dressed well favoring vintage styles – full skirts, cardigans, pretty and feminine – and he’d always thought of her as lovely, beautiful even, but never… never sexy, tempting, forbidden, sensuous.
She reached the end of the staircase, flashing him another smile before her eyes caught sight of his undone bow tie. Her brow furrowed, reaching for it with one hand. “We can fix that in the car.”
Hank could count on one hand the number of times he’d felt stupid in his life. This moment was going to join the others; he couldn’t think of anything to say other than, “The car?”
She lowered her hand, grinning as if she were pleased with herself. “Mmmhmmm. C’mon. It’s not too late. Let’s go!” She reached for one of his hands, and began to lead him to the front door and the waiting limo just beyond it. “You have a speech to make, and a President to dazzle, Dr. McCoy.”
Words would eventually come to him that evening, not too soon after she leaned in to fix his bow tie, the scent of roses still gracing her skin. He wouldn’t remember what they were, but he knew with certainty none of them were about Trish Tilby.
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positivelybeastly · 14 days
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Dead x men spoilers: Hank x Cecilia crumbs I feel so alive
"Cecilia . . . I should - I should call her. I haven't talked to her in, oh, years."
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"Where does all the time go, my friend? It feels as though it was just last year we were . . . and I was . . . ah."
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". . . Ah, that's right. How silly of me. I almost forgot. That's where all the time went. I broke it all."
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" - But enough being maudlin. I really should call Cecilia, see how she's doing. Perhaps she'll want to go out for dinner, see a show. That'd be nice. Really, quite nice . . ."
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So, Dead X-Men #3 - and you weren't kidding, these are crumbs.
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But. I can't lie, I love seeing what seems to be cat Hank again - I feel like such a hipster sometimes, saying that's my favourite version of him, but it's how I feel - and it's nice to see Foxe remember that Hank is a protective and gentle soul at heart.
Granted, I forget the specifics of Moira's first life, so god knows what happened in that timeline and how it might've affected Hank here, but he looks like a soft boy.
Also, you've just sent me down a rabbit hole, because I knew Hank and Cecilia were a thing, and I was very much in favour because Cecilia is fucking awesome, but I only really knew about the 90s stuff and the occasional hint afterwards!
I was not prepared to find out that Marjorie Liu is a massive Hank/Cecilia shipper and kept finding reasons to call back to it and push them together.
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NYX: No Way Home, issue #4, 2008. Bonus points for saying she fucking hates Trish Tilby, and I can only imagine why.
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X-23, vol. 3, #13. I have to say, this is one of the fucking single cutest pictures of Hank I've ever seen - Noto draws him with such a wonderful softness and cuddliness to his face, and I adore how happy Cecilia looks in the picture. You really get a sense of warmth from the picture.
Also . . . no less than two pictures in the home, huh, Cece?
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Astonishing X-Men #53. Honestly, Liu writes a lovely Hank, and I adore how she handles the softness and warmth that clearly exists between these two?
Hank's historically always been something of a ladies man, but I've never gotten the impression that he ever left his exes on bad terms unless they put him in that position (hello, Trish), and the fact that he and Cecilia have that certain intimacy that speaks to love that could or couldn't slide back into romance is.
It's nice and mature and I like it a lot. And maturity isn't often something I associate with comics, or the X-Men, tbh.
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Astonishing X-Men #51.
Finishing each other's sentences? Fond little glances? Mhm-hmm. Uh-huh. Honestly, now I'm a little offended on Cecilia's behalf that she had those token appearances on X-Force and didn't have a stronger reaction to what she saw in that Beast, because the Cecilia I'm seeing here absolutely would not have stood for it, least of all from someone she clearly still holds a torch for.
And, of course, I'd be remiss not to talk about how Claremont saw the two.
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Honestly, if we have heroic Hank back now and with the X-Men, who knows, maybe there's a chance. Just need to get Marjorie Liu or another shipper back on deck. :P
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kwxnnxn · 9 months
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No way this is supposed to be Trish Tilby what did they do to her why is she blonde
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wellnoe · 7 months
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trish tilby possibly most hated x-men girlfriend it seems
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magnetosfavorite · 8 months
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superposition ch. 1, extended author’s notes
i’m going to be doing these for every chapter, just to give anyone who doesn’t read the comics a bit more context, and make some notes i’d like to share. this fic has been in the works for a very, VERY long time, and now i don’t have to shut up about it anymore!
first off, this fic was inspired by michael fassbender’s road to le mans show on youtube, which is incredible. all the pictures of him in his racing gear are real! his trainer being named “felipe” is a reference to felipe laser, michael’s coach, teammate and good friend — because sometimes you just gotta add a reference only you will understand.
the first song for this chapter is, predictably, superposition by young the giant. “when things fall into place, superposition…” i mean, these two meeting is kismet, right? the second one is the night we met by lord huron. ignore the sad part — this song is the tentative beginning of something. and, i mean… this is the night day they met.
the daily bugle is the publication where most mutant news comes out in the comics. trish tilby is a human reporter from the x-books — she actually works for a made up TV station, but that’s fine.
charles accidentally pulling erik’s coffee order out of his head is an homage to tough little baby telepath, where charles accidentally orders erik’s thai food without having asked what he wanted. in the same way, he doesn’t even realize he did it.
we get a light introduction to a couple of characters here:
emma frost (our dear white queen of both the comics and movies, of course — but i’ll be relying more on her comic characterization, where underneath she’s just in it for the people she loves, and terrifyingly brilliant), erik’s best friend & agent
a couple mentions of scott summers, a driver who races against erik & emma’s boyfriend (our beloved cyclops, of course.)
a one-off mention of miss lorna dane (the crown princess polaris). if you haven’t read the comics and don’t know lorna, you’ve probably seen her used as erik’s child in lots of fics. while she’s cannonically erik’s daughter, in this fic she’s not — just a badass who has erik’s same power set and incredible green hair. y’all are going to love her. :) (don’t worry, we may see dad erik yet.)
and yes, erik’s ex-team lead is brian braddock, the brilliant captain britain! i adore brian, but someone had to play that role. if you’re not a comic fan, i don’t think you need to worry much about this one.
p.s. if you’re confused about why erik’s life sucks so much right now, don’t worry, you’re supposed to be.
feel free to hit the replies or inbox if you have any questions. :-)
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mattholicguilt · 2 years
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a miniseries called trish tilby libels the marvel universe
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Updated! Scott and Jean’s guest list had more square faces than a Robert Z’Dar lookalike contest… THE WEDDING OF CYCLOPS OF PHOENIX (1994) is now more up to date than my cultural references. Hit the link in my bio for the reading order, covers, fallout & more! 🔺How do you feel this competes with other Marvel weddings? - - - ARTIST: #AndyKubert (@AndyKubertArt), #MatthewRyan & #ThomasMason (@MentalStudios) - - - FROM: #XMen 30 - recoloured for #XMenWeddingOfCyclopsAndPhoenix collected edition - - - FEATURING: #StrongGuy, Nightcrawler, Feral, Leech #Cable #Warpath #Beast #Gambit #Rogue #Bishop, Boomer, Shatterstar, Iceman, Opal Tanaka #Domino #Archangel, Trish Tilby #ProfessorX #Artie #Jubilee #Psylocke #JeanGrey #ScottSummers #Storm #Havok, Joey Bailey, Gailyn Bailey
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kurt-wagner-official · 5 months
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Post #102: XF Annual issue 2 and XF issues 21-23
This annual is written by Jo Duffy and guest stars the Inhumans and Power Pack. It opens with Franklin telling the other Power Pack members about a dream he had about the moon blowing up and Quicksilver saving him. They tell him it's probably nothing and continue their day of chilling at the park with Artie and Leech, with X-Factor there to supervise. The dream starts to come true when Quicksilver does show up and try to kidnap Franklin, but Leech slows him down long enough for X-Factor to come intervene. Leech moves away so they can use their powers, but Quicksilver quickly summons Lockjaw (the giant teleporting dog Inhuman) to teleport him, Franklin, and our heroes to the Inhuman city on the moon. It quickly becomes clear that Quicksilver and Lockjaw are under someone else's control and not in league with the rest of the Royal Family, who try to apprehend them. But Quicksilver and Lockjaw escape with Franklin and now Medusa in captivity. Refreshingly, X-Factor and the Royal family don't have a big misunderstanding fight and instead immediately team up to find Maximux the Mad, who Black Bolt believes is controlling Quicksilver and Lockjaw. Along the way, Scott learns that Quicksilver is estranged from the family since he and his wife Crystal separated and both left for Earth, leaving their daughter Luna in the care of the other Inhumans, which brings out the sad in him. Jean is also angsty because they're very near to the place that Phoenix died, and the rest of her team remembers it. They brush it off and go with the others to find Maximus, whose evil plan is to strap Franklin into a machine and unlock all his latent powers to boost Maximus's mind control powers. There's a big fight and the heroes win in the end. Before they head back to Earth, Jean asks Scott to show her where the Phoenix died so she can pay her respects to her. This was a fine story but there's not really a reason for X-Factor to be here. The first half was from the POV of Power Pack and the second half was all centered on the Inhumans and Franklin. And it ends before we see Jean visit the Phoenix's death site for the first time, which would have been nice to show on panel.
Back to the main book, the hunt for Hodge proves easier than expected when he shows up on their front door for Warren's will reading. He denies the Phoenix holograms, but Scott still says he's fired for how he's been using his position to spew mutant hatred. The kids are hanging out with Hank, who's still recovering from Pestilence's touch (it wasn't mentioned in the annual, but he didn't really do anything in that so I'm gonna handwave it). They're all worried what this means for X-Factor, but Hank promises that Warren will have left them his fortune. The adults head to the will reading, minus Caliban. Caliban is feeling a lot of frustration, both for being unable to pass as human and for his lack of physical power that left him a sitting duck in the fight against the Horsemen. When the others get to the will reading, they learn that Warren did leave his money to the X-Factor organization- but Hodge was named as the executor of the funds and the new head of X-Factor. As they angrily leave, a reporter named Trish Tilby, who's been hounding them for a while, tells them that Hodge was the one who signed over Warren's power of attorney to the surgeons who took his wings, and she's figured out their secret- but before the conversation goes any farther, a bunch of guys in power armor with smiley face helmets fly out of the sky screaming for the death of all humans. Our heroes are forced to use their powers to defend themselves and the people around them before fleeing, their cover now blown. Hodge then goes to the press and tells them this was an act of dangerous mutants. The students back at HQ watch the scene on the TV in horror, but they have their own problems when the same guys burst into the room and attack them.
The kids fight back but are quickly overpowered by the villains, who put power dampeners on them. Caliban rushes in and tries to stop them but gets clobbered. He's not on their list so they pump him full of tranqs and leave him to take their other prisoners off. Tabitha chooses this moment to finally return from the Fallen Angels, and she sneaks off after the villains, eventually tracking them to their plane and sneaking on before they take off. X-Factor returns soon after and bring Caliban to the infirmary before the tranq overdose does more damage. Caliban overheard the villains mention Arlington, Virginia, so the whole team heads for their own plane to go find the kids. Tabitha has a head start, and sneaks off the plane after landing to see her friends loaded on school buses and taken to a science museum. She sneaks in, where it seems to be a normal museum, but the villains are in an underground compound and have mutant detectors that she sets off. She escapes into the ventilation shafts and begins her search. She frees Rictor, who tells her that this is the same organization that held him captive, but when they try to find the others they run into the Right's leader- Cameron Hodge.
X-Factor arrives, following Caliban's senses, and attack the Right's compound, but when they try to question the guards they learn they all have bombs implanted in their chests that kill them when captured. Watching the action from afar, Apocalypse commends the Right for testing the strength of X-Factor. He then tells the Horsemen it's time for them to battle each other to decide their leader, and finally unveils Warren's new Death persona. He now has blue skin and metal wings with razor sharp feathers that he can fling at people. Before the other Horsemen can even react, he's taken them out and been declared Apocalypse's right hand. X-Factor presses on through the compound while the kids manage to escape and meet them halfway. Hodge arrives in ruby quartz armor tailor made to fight Scott, but with teamwork they manage to take him down- only to learn it was a robot there to delay them while Hodge escaped and set the building to self destruct. They escape with the kids just in time, but Apocalypse decides his time has come and teleports X-Factor up to his ship to face his Horsemen. This book has been less focused on long action scenes since the Massacre, but this issue was basically one long fight scene, and the Simonsons proved they can write and draw a great one. The next issue is part of the Fall of the Mutants event. This one is different from Mutant Massacre; each of the three X-books has an independent plotline, with the thematic link of each team having major losses and status quo changes.
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Hank tracks down Trish to over her an apology... only to find her giving her a ex-husband a smooch... though lets keep it real, that is easily the most innocent looking cheek kiss ever, but Hank is nothing if not overly dramatic...
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ravagedarkness · 1 year
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Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 17: Countdown
As I swung through the city, a part of me felt a bit nostalgic. I remembered all of the times I swung through the city to get to Midtown as soon as possible so I wouldn’t be late or too late to class. That feeling of nostalgia was far from my biggest concern. I was a bit more concerned about the fact that my sixth sense was suddenly acting like a compass and a lot more concerned that Midtown was being held hostage, which meant that MJ, Ned, and Betty were in danger.
I didn’t stop for anything. I kept on swinging until there were no more skyscrapers to swing from. I swan dived forward before I somersaulted and landed on all fours. I looked forward. Midtown was in sight, but it was still quite a bit of ways off. I could easily run the rest of the way – I could actually hit 70 miles an hour on foot when I put my all into it.
But I didn’t have to worry about hoofing it. I heard a honk behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see a black SUV speeding towards me. It was the same armored one that Cyclops and Shadowcat arrived in Brooklyn with to bail me and Frictor out. Sure enough, as I stared at the window, it was them. The SUV showed no sign of slowing down. Realizing that, I waited for a few moments. I then jumped into the air, flipped backward, and landed on the roof of the still speeding SUV. I hung on and looked forward as the vehicle covered the rest of the distance.
Just outside of the school premises, the SUV turned and drove between two trees in a small wooded area before it came to a stop. I hopped off of the roof as Cylcops and Shadowcat exited the vehicle. Kitty was dressed in that full body suit of hers with the domino mask. Interestingly, she had a holster strapped to each of her thighs. Cyclops, on the other hand, was dressed in black cargo pants, a pair of black Under Armour athletic boots, a black t-shirt, and a black tactical vest. On the upper left side of the vest was an encircled X in red. He also had on a black ski mask much like the one he had on during that night in Brooklyn. Over his eyes was another visor. It had a heavy frame with long sliver of a red lens. The visor wrapped around Cyclops’s temples.
“Nice outfit,” I commented. “You look like you’re about to infiltrate the SWAT team.”
“Thanks,” he replied humorlessly. “I figured it would be appropriate. It does remind me of my days serving.”
“Serving?” I tilted my head.
“I was in the U.S. Air Force for eight years. It was part of a compromise. I’ll explain later.”
He pulled out his cellphone and pulled up YouTube. He then pulled up CNBC’s channel, where their news report was being streamed live. He played the video. Shadowcat and I flanked him as we looked down at the screen as the field reporter explained what was going on.
“…what we know now, most of the students has been released. However, the entirety Midtown High’s Academic Decathlon Team remains as hostages as the NYPD continue negotiations. What their demands are and their affiliation have yet to be disclosed. I’ll continue to keep you posted. This is Trish Tilby reporting live from Midtown School of Science and Technology, CNBC.”
I felt my heart sink as my mouth went ajar. “MJ, Ned, and Betty are in there!” I exclaimed. “We got to – !”
“Patience, Spider-Man,” Cyclops interrupted as he locked his phone and tossed it into the truck. “We have to do this smart way. These are people’s lives at stake. We need a plan of attack.”
“So what do we do?”
Cyclops didn’t say anything at first. He looked towards the school. “Spider-Man, how did you and MJ meet?”
I tilted my head in confusion, but answered him anyway. I started to realize that there was always a method to his perceived madness. “I met her here. I used to go here. And we were both a part of the AcaDeca team. Prior to The Spell, that is.”
Scott nodded. He then looked at me. “I’m assuming that AcaDeca is short for Academic Decathlon.” I nodded. “Since you were a part of the team and this school, where do you think the team would be at this time?”
I closed my eyes and bowed my head. I dredged up memories of my time on the team and how MJ operated when she became team captain. I then lifted up my head.
“They might be in the library,” I finally said. “MJ would call a meeting in the morning every now and again.”
“Okay, we can go from there. Most likely, they’ll have men sweeping the hallways. Shadowcat, you’ll get us inside. Once inside, I’ll take on the guards doing sweeps while you two handle the rescue efforts.”
“Got it,” Shadowcat said with a nod. She then looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry. We’ll get your friends out.”
“Not just them,” I added, realizing I was being a bit selfish earlier. “All of them.”
Shadowcat smiled. “Of course. Shall we?” I nodded. Shadowcat placed a hand on my shoulder. Cyclops walked up to Shadowcat’s other side, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. Shadowcat looked at me. “Whatever you do, just walk naturally and stay with me, okay?”
“Okay.”
We all walked forward. With each step, she gradually sunk into the ground until we were completely “submerged”. We travelled through the ground, walking right through the sprinkler system and other things buried in the earth. We walked through the school’s foundation until I saw a set of pipes. I looked at Shadowcat and pointed up. She nodded before she pulled us upward.
Eventually we ended up in a boy’s bathroom.
“We’re in,” I said with a whisper. “I guess we can try to figure out the best route from here and…”
I trailed off when I heard the sound of a toilet flushing. The three of us turned around just in time to see a masked man walk out of one of the stalls. The masked man looked at us, his eyes wide. He then looked over at the rifle that was laid out across a sink. He took one more glance at us before he turned to try and rush for the weapon. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t quick enough. I webbed his feet to the ground while Cyclops shot a beam at the rifle, blasting it into pieces.
The masked man looked at us with wide eyes, realizing how screwed he was. Cyclops walked up to the masked man and placed his hand on his shoulder.
“I’m Cyclops,” he said in a quiet tone. “And they are Shadowcat and Spider-Man. I’m going to assume you can tell which is which. Anyway, we have a… thing… about people who hold children as hostages. With that said, I’m going to ask you a few questions. I am going to get an answer. Whether or not we get that answer from you willingly is up to you.” I looked to my left to see Shadowcat pull out two kunai out of one of her holsters. She then palmed each one and rubbing the blades together. Realizing she was underscoring Cyclops’ threat, I laced my fingers together and pushed them outwards, cracking my knuckles rather audibly. The masked man audibly gulped. After that, Cyclops continued. “Now, let’s start. How many men are here, you included?”
“T-T-T-Twenty-five.”
“Where are the hostages being kept and how many men are looking over them?”
“In the library, and it’s six.”
Cyclops looked over his shoulder at me and nodded. I smiled underneath my mask and nodded back. I knew he was silently giving me a compliment. He turned his attention back to the man he was interrogating.
“Why are you guys here?”
“…We’re taking the students hostage so we can negotiate the release of one of our own who is in prison.”
“Who are you guys and who are you trying to get released?”
“We’re The Friends of Humanity, and we’re trying to free our revered leader Graydon Creed!” the gunman replied with a bit of pride.
I felt the air go cold as both Shadowcat and Scott looked at him. Scott turned away and walked a few steps. He then turned around and looked at me.
“Spider-Man, please web him up before Shadowcat and I subdue him by less… savory means.”
I didn’t question him – at least, not yet. I brought my hands out and cocooned the gunman from head to toe. As the man struggled, he tipped over, hitting the ground. After that, I looked at Cyclops.
“What was that about?” I asked. “And who are The Friends of Humanity?”
“It’s a long story, so here’s the truncated version,” Scott replied. “Shadowcat, Frictor, and I? We’re mutants.” I tilted my head, not knowing what that meant. “Basically, we get our powers from a very specific gene – the X-Gene, if you will. A lot of people have that gene, but most of those people can go their whole life without their X-Gene becoming active. However, when the gene does become active in them, they become mutants and can get a wide range of abilities.”
“Mutants are widely hated,” Kitty added. “As a matter of fact, there are quite a lot of mutant hate groups, such as The Friends of Humanity, who classify their hate as ‘protecting the human race’.”
“And I’m guessing these guys are like the Ku Klux Klan for mutants,” I commented.
Shadowcat nodded. “Basically. As a matter of fact, there’s quite a bit of overlap in membership between those two groups, and other hate groups for that matter.” She scoffed. “Cyclops and I probably cover at least three different groups these people hate.”
“Three?” I asked. “I mean, your’e both mutants and Cyclops is black. So that’s two groups. What's the third?”
“I’m Jewish, Spidey,” Shadowcat informed.
“…Oh. Oooooh.” I sighed, remembering that MJ and Ned were amongst the hostages. It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if these Friends of Humanity were side eyeing them because MJ and Ned were, respectively, Black and Filipino. “Just what we needed – a bunch of bigots with guns.”
“The plan is still the same,” Cyclops reiterated. “But… I might actually get to enjoy this. You two go out first. I’m going to start a ruckus.”
“Are you going to be okay?” I asked. “We’re talking 19 people out there at least since six are in the library.”
At this, Cyclops chuckled as if he found what I said humorous. It was a bit unnerving, given the circumstances. “They might have had a modicum of a chance if they brought 19 more. Now go!”
“With me, Spider-Man,” Shadowcat said as he grabbed my shoulder. I nodded.
“Be careful, Cyclops,” I said.
“You two be careful as well.”
I nodded before I went with Shadowcat. I moved with her as she guided me with through a wall. As we moved inside of the walls, I guided her towards the custodian closet closest to the library. Once in there, Shadowcat took a moment to phase her face through the door briefly before pulling her head.
“Okay, there are two gunmen in front of the library entrance,” Shadowcat said. “I can take them down. Since you know the layout of the library, you think you can handle the six that’s inside?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. It made sense.
Kitty look one more glance towards the library. “How’s your night vision?”
“Very good, actually. Why?”
“Wait here for a few moments.”
With that said, she phased through a wall. I didn’t understand what she was doing. But I figured she knew what she was doing. So, I stood there, alone with my thoughts for a few minutes, just wishing that everyone was okay. After that, Shadowcat phased back in.
“There,” she said. “I just took out almost every single light in the library. It’s pretty dim.” She looked me up and down. “Perhaps next time you should come with a dark costume.”
“Perhaps,” I conceded. “Can you take me in?”
“Of course.”
Shadowcat grabbed me and took me into the wall before pulling me upward. As I moved with her, I finally took a moment to appreciate how cool her ability was. I wish I had that kind of power. It probably would have made my life as a hero a lot easier. Eventually, we were just over the ceiling tiles of the library. She lowered me gently until I was on one of the A/C vents.
“I got it from here,” I whispered to Shadowcat. “…Please be careful.”
“You too, Spidey,” she whispered back as she smiled.
I nodded towards her before I looked down at one of the ceiling tiles. Slowly, I placed my hand on it. I then lifted up my hand just as slowly, picking the tile up. I moved it to my right, leaving an opening for me to look down through. It was almost pitch black, but I could see more than well enough. Carefully, I squeezed through the opening and attached myself to the ceiling. I then reached for the tile and pulled it back into its place.
I slowly moved, keeping my eyes on any guards. It didn’t take long for me to spot two of the gunmen chatting.
“…and you guys thought I was crazy for wanting to bring flashlight attachments!” he commented in a smug tone.
“We were invading one of the most funded schools in broad daylight,” the other gunman pointed out. “You’re acting like we were invading an abandoned warehouse at midnight.”
I kept on crawling until I was in a corner. I shot a strand of webbing into the ceiling before I hung upside down from it. I took a moment to survey the area. There were indeed six gunmen. All of them had rifles on them. All of them were spread out, standing still, no doubt because of the lack of light. I then looked down around for the students. The students were spread out all through the library. I looked all around to see MJ, Ned, and Betty huddled in the corner.
Oh, and Flash and Brad were there, seated a few feet away from them.
I suppose they were important, too.
I huffed out a quiet breath before I stuck to the ceiling again before I crawled over to them. Once I was over them, I once again shot a strand of webbing and lowered myself until I was hanging in front of MJ, Ned, and Betty.
And Flash and Brad. They were there, too.
“Please talk in a whisper,” I said to them, causing all of them to look at me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Flash’s eyes go wide before he took in a breath. Figuring he was going to yell, I webbed his mouth shut. “Or don’t say anything. That’ll work, too.”
“Dude,” Ned whispered. “How’d you sneak in here?”
“Shadowcat. Cyclops is here, too.” I turned my head when I heard the sound of a blast out in the distance. I looked back at Ned. “He doesn’t like these guys very much, to say the least.” I looked over at MJ, who looked at me. She didn’t look thrilled. “You want to give me and your friend a moment?”
“Yeah, sure,” Betty said. She and Ned scooted away, shooing Brad and Flash away as they did so. I cut my line and landed quietly in front of her. I took a knee and looked at her.
“Hey,” I greeted quietly. I got a good look at her. The right side of her bottom lip was swollen and busted open.
“…You didn’t stop by Peter Pan yesterday,” she whispered just loud enough for only the two of us to hear.
“I figured you wanted your space. I did lay a lot on your lap.”
MJ sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” She gave me a glare. “I’m still going to kick your ass for what you did.”
“I know. I know.” Gently, I brought my hand up and cupped her chin. A bit to my surprise, she didn’t pull away or swat away my hand. I leaned in closer, looking at her lip. It was busted open badly, with the clotting of the blood preventing the wound from bleeding further. “…What happened?”
“One of those assholes said some real racist shit to Ned,” she explained, her face twisting into a look of disgust. “I decked him – knocked him to the ground, too. But then another one hit me in the face with the butt of his rifle.”
I felt my chest start to vibrate as my heartbeat rose. I took in a breath, giving me just a moment of clarity before my anger took over. “…They’re going to pay for that.”
I stood up as MJ looked at me with a look of worry and surprise on her face. I then turned around and stalked away. I closed my eyes, letting my sixth sense take over.
“Six,” I said to myself.
I heard footsteps to my right. I opened my eyes looked in that direction, just in time to see one of the gunmen aim their gun at me. I shot a strand of webbing towards the rifle. Once it hit, I yanked the rifle out of their hands, caught it in midair, and broke it across my raised thigh. I then ran forward and smashed my forearm into their face, causing them to crumple to the ground. I looked down at the gunman, making sure I could hear a heartbeat. Once I heard it, I webbed him down before I walked away.
“Five.”
There were more footsteps. I looked forward to see two men running around the corner and towards me. I plucked a hardcover book of the shelf and tossed it straight at the head of the one on the right, beaning him. The one still running towards me reared back his hand. I saw the knife he held. I almost chuckled – he thought he was going to get a chance to use it. As soon as he was close enough, I reared my right foot back, sent it forward, and kicked him in between legs with so much force I actually lifted him up about one foot off of the ground. I withdrew my foot, letting him fall to the ground. I webbed him down.
“Four.”
I looked over at the guy I hit in the head with a book. He was slumped against a bookshelf, holding his head as he groaned. This was almost too easy. I shot two strands of webbing at the top of the bookshelf. Once they hit, I grabbed the ends of the strands and pulled, bringing the bookcase down on him.
“Three.”
I walked forward, stepping onto the bookcase and ignoring the students that were gawking at me. There were three gunmen left in the middle of the library. All three of them aimed their guns at me. I wasn’t the least bit concerned.
“I already took down three of you guys,” I informed them. “One of them has a fractured skull. Another one had both of his testicles shattered, and the last one is underneath a bookcase nursing a severe headache. As for your men outside, Shadowcat and Cyclops are throwing them a party. Normally this would be the part where I would say surrender, but one of you guys gun-butted a young lady.” I lifted my finger up and waved it back and forth. “Which one of you was it?”
One of them did speak up and proudly admit to it. I can’t bring myself to write what he referred to MJ and Ned as. All I knew was that it was enough for me to rush in, yank the rifle out of his hand, and smashed him in the face with it.
“Two,” I said grimly before I dropped the rifle and webbed the guy up.
I looked over at the last two men, who dropped their rifles and brought their hands up. I was about to just web them up when one of them spoke up.
“We’re not the bad guys here!” he yelled out.
I was actually momentarily given pause. “…I beg your pardon,” I uttered.
“We, are not, the bad guys, here! We only want the release of our esteemed leader, who was wrongfully convicted and incarcerated for crimes he didn’t commit. All he did was try to keep the human race pure from these unnatural mutant animals! They’re a danger to humanity!”
“Mhm, mhm, mhmmmm.” I took in a breath. “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘Black Lives Matter’?”
The man’s face twisted into a scowl. “Yes, I do. And I think - !”
He didn’t get that far into his response before I ran up and dropkicked him in the chest, sending him flying backward into a wall. Before he could slump down to the ground, I webbed him to the wall.
“I also believe that Mutant Lives Matter,” I stated. “Also… One.”
I looked at the last remaining guy. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. “…You’re going to jail after this.” During this, I webbed his feet to the ground. “If I were you, I’d take this opportunity to rethink every belief you have held in your backwards brain. Because I’m pretty sure every decision you made based off of those beliefs led you right to me.” With that, I shoved him backward, sending him onto his back. I webbed his hands to the floor. I sighed before I looked all around me.
“…Zero.”
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Clinamen
by Missy_dee811
I had a good life, but it’s slowly crumbling. I have wonderful friends, but they’re being dragged into the spotlight. And this has nothing to do with them. I once faked my own death, but I survived. I once lost my company, but I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, even though my consulting business isn’t doing well. Long-time clients have been turning me away. I can’t say I blame them. Still, I’m luckier than most. I’ve built elaborate knick-knacks and helped a few people. So, I have to focus on that. Still, it’s my fault. I have an addiction I need to manage, but I’m managing it.
[Written for the Cap-IM Reverse Bang 2022, Team Quinjet.]
Words: 5240, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel 616
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Trish Tilby, Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Sebastian Shaw, Rumiko Fujikawa, Tiberius Stone, Chen Lu, Happy Hogan, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers
Relationships: Rumiko Fujikawa/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Past Tony Stark/Tiberius Stone, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Iron Man Vol. 3 (1998), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Break Up, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Internal Monologue, Unreliable Narrator, Dreams vs. Reality, Inspired by Art, Embedded Images, Ambiguous/Open Ending
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39022473
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Clinamen
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by Missy_dee811
I had a good life, but it’s slowly crumbling. I have wonderful friends, but they’re being dragged into the spotlight. And this has nothing to do with them. I once faked my own death, but I survived. I once lost my company, but I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, even though my consulting business isn’t doing well. Long-time clients have been turning me away. I can’t say I blame them. Still, I’m luckier than most. I’ve built elaborate knick-knacks and helped a few people. So, I have to focus on that. Still, it’s my fault. I have an addiction I need to manage, but I’m managing it.
[Written for the Cap-IM Reverse Bang 2022, Team Quinjet.]
Words: 5240, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel 616
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Trish Tilby, Janet Van Dyne, Hank Pym, Sebastian Shaw, Rumiko Fujikawa, Tiberius Stone, Chen Lu, Happy Hogan, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers
Relationships: Rumiko Fujikawa/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Past Relationship(s), Past Tony Stark/Tiberius Stone, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Iron Man Vol. 3 (1998), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Break Up, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Internal Monologue, Unreliable Narrator, Dreams vs. Reality, Inspired by Art, Embedded Images, Ambiguous/Open Ending
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