#ultro

In any case, this was sort of a planned shift.  Planned in that I decided to watch The Death of Superman followed by Reign of the Supermen one might.  They’re my favorite of the DCAMU, mostly because they deal with Superman and Lois’ relationship.  And...based on that, you can see why my muse would shift to WfS.  ;P

The real problem was that, after watching said movies, I thought to myself how much I liked the buddy-buddy-ness they always end up doing with Flash and Green Lantern.  I had started to come up with an idea for a Flash-type character while watching, and since I already had a Green Lantern character, i was like, why don’t I do that?  Why don’t I make my Flash and Green Lantern characters best friends?

And...so I did.

Granted, that completely changes a lot about WCBH, but whatever.  Basically, Specter is no longer a random ass alien who pops in to check out what’s going on, but rather a college student who obtained his powered bracelets in the same accident that blinded him about two years prior to the story.  Speedy (the Flash character) also gained his powers from the same accident.  The two of the are literal best friends, having grown up together and all that.  They both decide to transfer to New Lonsdale after the events of the first story, mostly so Specter can keep an eye on things.

I realized I hadn’t done a marker piece in a while, which is why I did the Ultro one.  He’s simple enough, after all.  And then I figured I’d take this random sketch I have and turn it into Lane, because why not?  AND THEN I was thinking about a super old picture I had done of Specter when I had decided to give him a new uniform, and thinking I should color that with markers.  Except I lost the original, apparently, so I just, you know, redid it.  ^^;  And Speedy’s there is mostly the sketch I had done to figure out his design that I decided to make prettier. 

You knew the hell he had been through. You went to the Captain America museum as a child and read the stories of Steve Rogers and his men. When Bucky first appeared, you quickly put the pieces of his horrific backstory together when the team talked about the Winter Soldier. Realizing after all the horrible things he had witnessed he’d have to watch you slowly, painfully die, made it as much torture for you to watch him watch you die, as it was for him to watch you die.

“No, you’ve got to stay awake. Look—look at me. We—we’re gonna get you and Peter those sandwiches you wanted and—and” He was too hysterical to finish his sentence. His words turned into quiet sobs as pleads for you to stay.

Bucky was now cradling you; holding you close to his chest. It was unlike him to be so upset. He had lost soldiers before. Why was this so different? Maybe its because it took him so long to find you and drag you out from under the debris of the collapsed building. Maybe it was because you were a starry-eyed kid working amongst the Avengers and they had become your only sort of family. Or even maybe because you were part of the life he couldn’t have. He couldn’t exactly have kids; you were as close as he got to that life.

“You’ll be alright Buckyeet… you’ll be alright…” Somewhere within you, you mustered up the strength to spit out your last words. This was as close as you could come to anything that truly and deeply meant anything. Because, when it came down to it, you were just a silly teenager and for anyone to expect that you would leave any words of knowledge or comfort behind would make them daft.

You knew that leaving words of meaning behind would only make it hurt more, but without realizing, you already had.

Any other day Bucky would’ve sighed at the nickname, but seeing as this might be the last time he’d hear it, in this moment he would listen to you say it a thousand more times.

No parent should ever live the nightmare of having to attend his or her child’s funeral. Sadly, several parental figures were attending the funeral of one of their own children. It felt unreal to all of them. Almost all of New York was there crowding the church entrance and exits, filling the streets with signs, candles, and your suit color. Inside the church it was family only, but it was only the Avengers that sat in the rows of the church bowing their heads in prayer, even Thor. Although, Thor was quietly reciting the Asgardian prayer for you to take your place amongst the heroes and gods in the halls of Valhalla. Your biological parents were dead and the adoptive parents were revealed to be Hydra after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, so the Avengers and were the only positive mentors you’ve had. They were your only family and they almost broke down at the thought of it.

You were with them in that moment, looking on in pain, as you could do nothing to reassure them that your death was just another beginning.

You quietly whispered to Shuri, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. this is so sad, play despacito.”

Shuri must’ve thought she was hearing a distant memory so she sadly smirked at the sentence.

You were silently chuckling at the fact that Peter had to be wearing his full Spidey suit under his funeral suit, complete with mask and gloves.

You were smiling at Thor upon hearing his prayer and patting Scott on the shoulder as he stared blankly at your casket. You reminded him too much of Cassie.

You were repeating your last words beside Bucky so he could hear his nickname once more.

You were connecting Vision and Wanda’s hands while also doing the same to Natasha and Bruce.

You bumped Tony and Steve’s shoulders together causing them to look at one another and nod their heads.

You were keeping T’Challa’s head held high and brushing the dust off of his shoulders.

You were leaning your head on Clint’s shoulder when you noticed the faint bags under his eyes and the intense coffee breath.

You were walking to the back when you noticed Strange in the back row and smiled at his cape, which then waved to you, confusing him.

You were poking Rhodey when he looked as stiff as a board.

You were walking behind them when they exited the church and were immediately bombarded with questions from reporters and civilians alike.

Your death left them empty.

Tony thought you were reckless and selfless; you always put yourself at more risk than you needed to. Tony knew this would be your downfall. He thought the last moments of your life were spent without thinking what this would do to the rest of the team. But he also saw you as a kid: a kid who wouldn’t know that the act of going into the structurally unstable apartment building would kill you.

He almost fell back into his past habits alcohol. He needed the burn in the back of his throat to wash away the pain, but every time he bore a glance toward the bottle of vodka in his minibar, he could hear you and Peter drunkenly laugh. You both wanted to see if your powers would allow you two to get drunk and of course, Shuri was there to record it all. Now, just the thought of vodka made Tony Stark sick to his stomach.

Even though Ultron was to blame for this tragedy, they couldn’t help but blame themselves. If only Thor had convinced you not to check the burning building for survivors, maybe if Hulk had been close to the building, they would’ve been able to save you.

It didn’t matter if Ultron’s associates weren’t intending on killing you, they had just made it personal.