#wxbsofhxnor

Her eyes are looking up at the side of the skyscraper, “that’s one way of putting it.” Kate deadpans before taking another tip of the slushy in her hand. “Is it…melting?” A slow tilt of her head to the side as she examines the way the light is glancing off the warping glass. 

“Like, I know it’s hot but…god.” 

Sure it was the worst heatwave on record but Kate was pretty fucking sure it wasn’t the cause for this. 

As she pauses she chews on the straw, hums to herself in thought. “Glass is like an amorphous solid right?” Doesn't have a single, fixed, melting temperature, just slowly softens into a viscous liquid. “You ever seen those super old houses with the original windows, they kinda look like they are melting but they’re not they’re just…super old-” 

With that she cuts herself off. 

     “Oh shit! This is my favourite song!” Harley screamed at no one in particular. 

     In hindsight, Harley would realize that she was typifying the worst traits of a drunk girl. She was the mean joke in a sex comedy, the dumb blonde wobbling on her too high heels. So she kicked them off as she climbed the steps on a small dais that was probably used when they had live entertainment. 

     Harley was an excellent dancer when she had her wits more about her, but being as tipsy as she was, she was graceless, a bit gangly, and definitely not as sexy as she thought she felt. However, this wasn’t the sort to let a gal have her fun, clearly, because by the second song things were being thrown at her. Balled up napkins, swizzlesticks, liquor soaked chips of ice, some of those things she threw back, but mostly she just antagonized her small audience. 

      Idly, Harley wondered if she knew anyone that she could start a band with.

@wxbsofhxnor

--3:37 A.M. OsCorp Tower--

The red light flashed every second before dimming out then another bright burst of red flooded the once white halls of OsCorp. Hired men with guns were running down the hallway to stop whatever it was that was threatening the company. As one man walked into the lab to check the area others were checking the neighboring sections. "Lab E-4 is clear," the man said into his ear piece before moving on to the next. The man had been rather shakey since this alarm went off, almost as if he feared for what he might find. He walked into the next lab, E-5 holding his gun up upon entry. Just as he was about to call it as cleared, from behind his back a pair of red legs came into view from the ceiling, landing on to the floor. As the man turned he panicked, "Section not clear--!" he was lifted into the air by the red arm that belonged to this threat. The man was thrown across the lab landing on a chemical station.

When he lifted his head to see where this intruder went he didn't see anything. Down the hallway, guards were on their way to lab E-5, "Ramirez do you copy? Ram--" the guard on the end was kicked in the face then had his gun taken away from him. This red threat blended so well in the siren lights that the other guards didn't see it coming when she would attack them. One by one they all fell to the floor, three were even strung up to the ceiling by wires.  The red intruder ran to the closest window to break the glass with a single punch. In her other hand, she clutched on to a flashdrive, she had what she was looking for. She jumped through the opening and into the night.

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--8:05 A.M. Empire State University--

The next morning at ESU, Jessica was on her way to class, biology with Professor Warren. This guy always rubbed her the wrong way, maybe it was his snooty attitude or how he would talk down at Jessica when she'd raise her hand for a question. Regardless, Jessica found him to be a real prick. When she got to her seat, Jessica started to look at her phone, seeing a news headline titled, "OSCORP HEIST." She quietly read this to herself looking for any details.

“Hello New York City! It’s your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” - Peter Parker/Spider-Man 

Indie Marvel Comics - Peter Parker/Spider-Man of main timeline/continuity Earth-616 by legends Stan Lee & Steve Ditko - written by T-BONE! Promo by Me!

the first man hit the pavement hard enough to crack the damp, brittle concrete beneath him. another webbed himself to the side of a delivery truck while a third thought better of charging the masked vigilante and disappeared down the alley before he could meet the same fate.

ava watched from the rooftop opposite, arms folded as the remaining men scattered. fisk's soldiers were predictable. the spiderman was less so. she'd spent the better part of two weeks watching him swing from borough to borough, stepping into fights no one expected him to survive and somehow walking away with another handful of civilians alive. impulsive. inexperienced in places. annoyingly optimistic. exactly the sort of person she usually avoided. yet every report she'd been handed ended with the same conclusion - if the avengers were going to become something more than a memory, he belonged on the list.

she dropped silently from the ledge, boots landing on the rain-slick pavement without so much as a splash. "you missed one," ava remarked, gesturing with a small tilt of her head toward the man attempting to limp into the next alley. before even he managed three more steps, she phased forward, appearing directly in front of him, and with one precise strike sent him unconscious to the ground. only then did she turn back toward the masked hero. "well, the infamous spider man." her voice was even, though dry in a sing-song way. "i'm not here to fight you." after a brief pause, she reached into the pocket of her jacket, producing a simple black card embossed only with the familiar avengers insignia. "i'm putting together a team." light blue eyes studied him carefully through her mask. "and before you say no, i'd like to request five minutes to explain why."

@wxbsofhxnor dreamed: “I’m tired of telling stories no one believes.”

"What kind of stories?" She asked, intrigued.

Filippa grinned. "Wait seriously?" She'd gotten a job at the Daily Bugal a few weeks ago. Investigative reporting. Something she was really good at.

She frowned at his last words. "Oh that's not fair. You agreed to an interview, Spider-Man? Is that what I should call you? Or do you have name?" She tried, following him up the fire escape. "Are you human? Mutant? Alien? Super Solider? Part bug?"