#thwipptective

It seemed as though there was finally a lull in the amount of enemies pouring out from the floating island above. So, Sasuke decided to take a chance and tend to his injures while he had the time. He took a seat on the ground next to a few other exhausted survivors.

“They’re almost beautiful.”

He says apathetically as he stares up at the fireballs falling from the sky- yet never fully touching the ground. The only thing that could harm them was their heat, so he wasn’t afraid and he didn’t try to take cover.

He had always had a slight affinity for fire, even though he’d never say it. He did produce the Witch of Cremation and was able to raise flames brighter than Hell as part of his wrath, after all. His strongest abilities revolved around flames- even if it was painful, he admired them.

The first thing Olivia needs to do, she figures, is get some clothes to cover up this suit. After all, walking around with a giant tentacle strapped to her back is a good way to attract attention from any Peter Parkers that might have followed her here.

Of course, little does she know that there is, in fact, a Peter Parker who happens to be here already. And that that Peter Parker is watching her from a rooftop as she leaves the apartment complex in search of a store.

Crap.

Tim had grossly underestimated how much more difficult running from rooftop to rooftop without proper equipment would be, and he found himself tumbling down from the top of a small building.

... At least his fall was broken by this kind stranger, right? He’s thankful his cowl is hiding his face.

“Well, that’s embarrassing. This wouldn’t have happened if I had the redbird.”

... Or proper equipment, but the redbird is more important. He misses his motorcycle so much.

The Golden Ward seemed touristy with several hot-spot locations. The beach, malls, pier, it almost seemed like an attraction. Even with the crowds Batman had no trouble maneuvering throughout the ward undetected. Normally he would take the time to examine each location but this evening he kept his eyes peeled for a certain individual. 

As it turned at there weren’t many non-local Peter’s in the area, and after asking a few local vendors and shop-keepers he had enough of a description to go off of and fine Jon’s trusted house-mate. 

“You must be Peter.” He speaks before stepping out from the shadows to show himself.

“what are you doing here, then? did LIV mess with the multiverse again?” he ‘tsks’ softly, shaking his head. of all the things she had done, messing with the universe had to have been one of the more FOOLISH. still, she is his cousin; his unofficial sister. he would die for her. “i suppose the better question is: business or pleasure?”

As Jon had been slipping into unconsciousness, he muttered “what fresh hell is this?”, completely prepared for something terrible to happen the moment he fell asleep. 

Instead, he wakes up to what appears to be his old house, before they moved to Metropolis. He blinks back tears, surprised to see the old place. He hasn’t been here since they moved, and he had hated the move. He hears his mom talking and jumps up from his spot in the living room. 

“Mom?? Mom! I’m home! I-” He stops, shocked speechless when he sees his mom, as well as a small baby. The baby looks like Jon, pushing around some toy making motor noises and wearing red overalls.

“Did you know I won a Pulitzer? That my credentials could get me an interview with anyone?” She asks the child affectionately. The boy just continues pushing his little toy around. “Of course, you know. Because you’re mommy’s big boy, aren’t you?”

Little Jon responds with more motor noises. 

“Yes. And I love you, too.”

Jon sinks to his knees, a sad smile on his face as he struggles to breath. It was his mom, speaking to a younger version of him. He couldn’t remember this, since he had been too young to really remember, but he felt safe. Happy. His mom scoops up the child, explaining that she’s writing about a flower show and asking if it’s dopey. The child manages to say “op-eeee” in agreement as he’s picked up to answer the door.

Her memories of this place a fuzzy, but something about the power here has allowed it to stand out in sharper relief than she ever really expected. It’s nice, she finds, remembering the buildings around her home and the quiet buzz of Odessa at this time of day. It’s nearing dark, the world cast with purple shadows and something neither warm nor cold. 

There were lots of days like this, in the depths of winter when it was achingly cold but the world still held some life in it. Not all of them were worth dreaming about, but a thirteen year old Miriam had quite a strange events happen to her that winter.

Sprinting around a corner makes her slide, and panting, she ends up nearly colliding with a stranger. Not one of her neighbors. A visitor, perhaps? Either way, the girl is all wide eyes and scrambling limbs.