A trio of WIPs
I just thought I'd put these up to see what you guys think... it's been a really long time since I wrote anything, and any input would be fantastic :3
I think Steve and Peter would be really great friends if they could only sit down and talk sometime. This fic pretty much just fulfills my need for heartfelt conversations between bros.
So Peter has seen some pretty weird things in his day, but this has got to be one of the weirdest. Because there’s several shades of differentiation between throwing a guy called “The Rhino” into a wall, and finding Captain America sitting on your thinking rooftop and sighing.
Okay, so most people would think both things were weird, but most people don’t run around in primary coloured costumes, punching bad guys in the face. Peter figures he’s allowed some differentiation.
All this internal monologue still hasn’t told him what to do about this situation with Cap, except that because of it, the man has noticed him standing awkwardly at the other edge of the building.
“Oh gosh. I’m sorry! Am I intruding?” The man starts to stand and, holy crap, Peter is not going to be That Douchebag who kicked Captain America off a roof when he was down. JJJ would have a field day with that, for one, and for another, his Aunt May raised him right.
“Woah there!” Peter waves his hands out, halting the Captain in his tracks. “Dude, you’re Captain America. After saving us from the Nazis, I’m pretty sure you can sit on whatever roof you dam-aaaarn well please.”
Okay, so swearing in front of the Cap is totally a bad idea, and it’s obvious from his little smirk that the man caught his slip, but he lets it go, preoccupied with being embarrassed.
“Oh. Er.” He scrubs at the side of his head like he's used to having hair to push his fingers through. “Well, when you put it that way... it still doesn’t mean I have the right to go around kicking you out of your territory.”
“Territory?” Peter blinks in surprise, suddenly very glad that he has a mask to cover his shocked expression. “What?”
“Queens is Spider-Man’s part of the city. That’s what everyone’s been telling me, at least... and you are Spider-Man, right?” Captain America waves a hand at Peter’s chest, and he looks down at the emblem there like it’s the first time he’d noticed it.
“Uh, well, I mean, I have a patrol area and stuff, but.” Thank you thank you thank you mask for covering up his flustered blushing. “I mean, I’m not gonna be all ‘There’s only room for one superhero around these parts!’. We could totally, um... share?”
Peter wants to tuck his hands into his pockets, but since his suit doesn't have any, he settles for folding them protectively over his chest before nervously cracking a joke. "I mean, my butt's not so huge that it needs an entire rooftop all to itself."
And apparently that was the right thing to say, because the tense lines around Cap’s mouth relax and he slumps back down onto the roof. “Yeah... yeah, that’s true. Okay. Um... you wanna sit down then, pal?” He pats the ledge next to him. “Plenty of room.”
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DC just killed off Helena in the DCnU with a couple lines from Helena Wayne about how she's dead, which is why Wayne could "steal her identity" and do stuff. I find that to be horribly disrespectful, so this is my response.
There's a new kid running around the block calling herself Huntress now. Sometimes Hel feels a little pissed off about that, but mostly she's amused. It only makes sense that the Bat's kid hadn't had enough imagination to get herself her own name and outfit. After all, there'd been how many Robins now? Plus, it's not like she has any particular need for the name anymore. Not since she changed directions.
"Hey Q, how's it going?"
Her partner grunts noncommittally.
"Could be ... worse."
She smirks and knows he can hear it in her voice.
"I thought you were the master hacker of this operation. He who knows no bounds in the world of tech."
A pained sigh follows.
"I am. But we were expecting security cameras and some sort of keypad lock, not a guard and a padlock." He sounds horribly offended. "They've gone straight back to the dark ages."
"Hmm. So you can't take 'em?"
Q actually turns his head to glower at her. Oh, she really hit a sore spot this time.
"Please."
She raises her hands and laughs softly.
"Hey! I'm just making sure!"
"Unnecessary."
"Aw. Baby got his feelings hurt? Lemme kiss it better." She leans in and pecks him on the cheek. He grumbles, but she knows he's forgiven her for her trespasses already.
"If you're still good for your end, though, that means we can pull this off anytime now, right?" She looks up at the sky, squinting at the moon. "Because I'd like to be home before daybreak if that's okay with you."
He nods. "Any time you're ready."
"Then let's hit it."
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I actually really don't like the way this has come up -- I wanted to have an interview interspersed with flashbacks, but that method really isn't working. I may have to ust write things in chronological order and "new writing styles" be damned... which means that this whole thing will be trashed. Ugh.
“Look, I’ll be straight with you: I’m not the kind of person who’s into sensationalism. That’s Jameson’s thing and he’s after Spider-Man, not the Avengers. All I want is the facts. So if you respect me and give me a decent interview, I’ll respect you and not pry past that.”
Dr. Morse smirks and nods.
“You’re blunt. I like that.”
“Yeah, well, in my line of business you’re either blunt or sneaky. I’m not smart enough to keep the sneakiness straight.” Jessica tucks her hair behind her ear, anxious to get started. How long did a PCR run, anyway? A couple hours max? “So we have a deal?”
“Sure.”
“So. You got kidnapped recently.”
“You already know that.”
“Just leading in to my next question which is: Why? I mean, no offense, but you’re not exactly big in the news or politics.”
“Well, that depends on how you define big in politics.”
“Oh?”
“I do research with Super Soldier Serum.” At Jessica’s immediate expression of shock, DR. Morse tucks her hair behind her ear smugly, adding, “Yeah, that Super Soldier Serum.”
For the first time since Jessica came in, Dr. Morse actually looks excited about something. There’s a bright glint in her eyes as she speaks.
“I realize you’re a layman, but basically, it comes down to the fact that most people have been assuming that it’s some sort of chemical formula only. My research functions on the idea that instead of using chemicals to induce Captain America’s superhuman status, the SSS was actually a virus that went in and re-wrote his genes, and the liquids and such were just stabilizers to make sure that it lasted long enough in his system to create the necessary changes.”
She smiles distantly, like a parent thinking of their child, then snaps her eyes back to Jessica’s, expression turning wry.
“I know, blah blah blah, you could be less interested in science. But I’m interested in it, and apparently that interest caught someone else’s interest, which is the answer to the why of your question. Basically, I got kidnapped because I’m doing work that’s extremely relevant to the military... and that also answer the question of why I hadn’t been getting much publicity.”
“Because your research is so important?”
“Pretty much. I’m a solo researcher working teamless in a little hole in the wall lab on a project that the government wants to keep hush hush. The press and magazines tend to look the other way when that happens.”
“So that’s why you got kidnapped by one of the world’s most dangerous terrorist organizations.”
The way she phrases it, Jessica knows it’s obvious that her statement isn’t a question, but Dr. Morse smirks and keeps speaking as if it were.
“Believe me, these kind of people don’t just go after any loser. I don’t mean to brag, but here’s the unvarnished truth: I’m smart, hun, and I’m the best in my field. When they captured me, well. I can’t tell you much, but for context’s sake, the projected time to having a real sample for testing in my hands is measured in months, not years.”
Jessica nods, and murmurs, “I’ll keep that out of anything I write.”
“Good.”
Dr. Morse is silent for long enough that Jessica asks another question.
“So tell me about the kidnapping?”
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This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.
I think Steve and Peter would be really great friends if they could only sit down and talk sometime. This fic pretty much just fulfills my need for heartfelt conversations between bros.
So Peter has seen some pretty weird things in his day, but this has got to be one of the weirdest. Because there’s several shades of differentiation between throwing a guy called “The Rhino” into a wall, and finding Captain America sitting on your thinking rooftop and sighing.
Okay, so most people would think both things were weird, but most people don’t run around in primary coloured costumes, punching bad guys in the face. Peter figures he’s allowed some differentiation.
All this internal monologue still hasn’t told him what to do about this situation with Cap, except that because of it, the man has noticed him standing awkwardly at the other edge of the building.
“Oh gosh. I’m sorry! Am I intruding?” The man starts to stand and, holy crap, Peter is not going to be That Douchebag who kicked Captain America off a roof when he was down. JJJ would have a field day with that, for one, and for another, his Aunt May raised him right.
“Woah there!” Peter waves his hands out, halting the Captain in his tracks. “Dude, you’re Captain America. After saving us from the Nazis, I’m pretty sure you can sit on whatever roof you dam-aaaarn well please.”
Okay, so swearing in front of the Cap is totally a bad idea, and it’s obvious from his little smirk that the man caught his slip, but he lets it go, preoccupied with being embarrassed.
“Oh. Er.” He scrubs at the side of his head like he's used to having hair to push his fingers through. “Well, when you put it that way... it still doesn’t mean I have the right to go around kicking you out of your territory.”
“Territory?” Peter blinks in surprise, suddenly very glad that he has a mask to cover his shocked expression. “What?”
“Queens is Spider-Man’s part of the city. That’s what everyone’s been telling me, at least... and you are Spider-Man, right?” Captain America waves a hand at Peter’s chest, and he looks down at the emblem there like it’s the first time he’d noticed it.
“Uh, well, I mean, I have a patrol area and stuff, but.” Thank you thank you thank you mask for covering up his flustered blushing. “I mean, I’m not gonna be all ‘There’s only room for one superhero around these parts!’. We could totally, um... share?”
Peter wants to tuck his hands into his pockets, but since his suit doesn't have any, he settles for folding them protectively over his chest before nervously cracking a joke. "I mean, my butt's not so huge that it needs an entire rooftop all to itself."
And apparently that was the right thing to say, because the tense lines around Cap’s mouth relax and he slumps back down onto the roof. “Yeah... yeah, that’s true. Okay. Um... you wanna sit down then, pal?” He pats the ledge next to him. “Plenty of room.”
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DC just killed off Helena in the DCnU with a couple lines from Helena Wayne about how she's dead, which is why Wayne could "steal her identity" and do stuff. I find that to be horribly disrespectful, so this is my response.
There's a new kid running around the block calling herself Huntress now. Sometimes Hel feels a little pissed off about that, but mostly she's amused. It only makes sense that the Bat's kid hadn't had enough imagination to get herself her own name and outfit. After all, there'd been how many Robins now? Plus, it's not like she has any particular need for the name anymore. Not since she changed directions.
"Hey Q, how's it going?"
Her partner grunts noncommittally.
"Could be ... worse."
She smirks and knows he can hear it in her voice.
"I thought you were the master hacker of this operation. He who knows no bounds in the world of tech."
A pained sigh follows.
"I am. But we were expecting security cameras and some sort of keypad lock, not a guard and a padlock." He sounds horribly offended. "They've gone straight back to the dark ages."
"Hmm. So you can't take 'em?"
Q actually turns his head to glower at her. Oh, she really hit a sore spot this time.
"Please."
She raises her hands and laughs softly.
"Hey! I'm just making sure!"
"Unnecessary."
"Aw. Baby got his feelings hurt? Lemme kiss it better." She leans in and pecks him on the cheek. He grumbles, but she knows he's forgiven her for her trespasses already.
"If you're still good for your end, though, that means we can pull this off anytime now, right?" She looks up at the sky, squinting at the moon. "Because I'd like to be home before daybreak if that's okay with you."
He nods. "Any time you're ready."
"Then let's hit it."
==
I actually really don't like the way this has come up -- I wanted to have an interview interspersed with flashbacks, but that method really isn't working. I may have to ust write things in chronological order and "new writing styles" be damned... which means that this whole thing will be trashed. Ugh.
“Look, I’ll be straight with you: I’m not the kind of person who’s into sensationalism. That’s Jameson’s thing and he’s after Spider-Man, not the Avengers. All I want is the facts. So if you respect me and give me a decent interview, I’ll respect you and not pry past that.”
Dr. Morse smirks and nods.
“You’re blunt. I like that.”
“Yeah, well, in my line of business you’re either blunt or sneaky. I’m not smart enough to keep the sneakiness straight.” Jessica tucks her hair behind her ear, anxious to get started. How long did a PCR run, anyway? A couple hours max? “So we have a deal?”
“Sure.”
“So. You got kidnapped recently.”
“You already know that.”
“Just leading in to my next question which is: Why? I mean, no offense, but you’re not exactly big in the news or politics.”
“Well, that depends on how you define big in politics.”
“Oh?”
“I do research with Super Soldier Serum.” At Jessica’s immediate expression of shock, DR. Morse tucks her hair behind her ear smugly, adding, “Yeah, that Super Soldier Serum.”
For the first time since Jessica came in, Dr. Morse actually looks excited about something. There’s a bright glint in her eyes as she speaks.
“I realize you’re a layman, but basically, it comes down to the fact that most people have been assuming that it’s some sort of chemical formula only. My research functions on the idea that instead of using chemicals to induce Captain America’s superhuman status, the SSS was actually a virus that went in and re-wrote his genes, and the liquids and such were just stabilizers to make sure that it lasted long enough in his system to create the necessary changes.”
She smiles distantly, like a parent thinking of their child, then snaps her eyes back to Jessica’s, expression turning wry.
“I know, blah blah blah, you could be less interested in science. But I’m interested in it, and apparently that interest caught someone else’s interest, which is the answer to the why of your question. Basically, I got kidnapped because I’m doing work that’s extremely relevant to the military... and that also answer the question of why I hadn’t been getting much publicity.”
“Because your research is so important?”
“Pretty much. I’m a solo researcher working teamless in a little hole in the wall lab on a project that the government wants to keep hush hush. The press and magazines tend to look the other way when that happens.”
“So that’s why you got kidnapped by one of the world’s most dangerous terrorist organizations.”
The way she phrases it, Jessica knows it’s obvious that her statement isn’t a question, but Dr. Morse smirks and keeps speaking as if it were.
“Believe me, these kind of people don’t just go after any loser. I don’t mean to brag, but here’s the unvarnished truth: I’m smart, hun, and I’m the best in my field. When they captured me, well. I can’t tell you much, but for context’s sake, the projected time to having a real sample for testing in my hands is measured in months, not years.”
Jessica nods, and murmurs, “I’ll keep that out of anything I write.”
“Good.”
Dr. Morse is silent for long enough that Jessica asks another question.
“So tell me about the kidnapping?”
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This entry was originally posted at Dreamwidth.