VINYLWEB

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Spider Blizzard's watch lights up. it's a telecommunication from . . . . . . . . . the telecommunication plays.

" Blizzard! "

unmasked on the orange-tinted screen is someone who looks much, much happier. albeit drunk, but happier. there's a lacking of eyebags, and it looks like ▉▉▉▉▉ when they first met. sort of, maybe a while after.

" I recorded this after you dropped me off after I almost got blacked out~ but don't scold me! It's for good reason. I drank a little more and I did the math - you shooouuld be getting this message after . . . a year or two! i think. uuhhf, three. . no, no, two. . . years? "

a pause. ▉▉▉▉▉ seems to be counting something, face flushed and his apartment in clear, clear disarray.

" Anyways. Happy twenty first birthday, Blizzard! It's important. It means now you can't say anything about going drinking with me. I have a stash fff...for ya. yeape. soon. it doesn't exist, but - hic it will. "

he smiles at the camera he is recording it on- though when he holds up a decently wrapped gift box, he doesn't have his watch, so it might be straight on his watch. ▉▉▉▉▉'s wrapped box is in that stupid looking wrapping paper Blizzard kept seeing whenever he visited.

" This'll. . . .be for you. Just come find me. I'll have it, promise. "

the watch beeps. ▉▉▉▉▉ looks at the camera dumbly, as if trying to figure out what that noise could possibly even mean.

" ah. the video timer is almost up. come find me! yeah? happy twenty first! "

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the video ends.

You’ve been rewatching this video for almost two hours now.

The storm around you has only gotten worse.

You know this video is from long before everything was destroyed in the way every good thing in your life likes to do.

You know this video could not be more of an opposite to how he sees you now.

You allow yourself to lie for a little while longer, ignoring for a moment how different he sounds (how happy) and that you are no longer the person this video was intended for.

You’ve waited long enough, you stand from where you’ve been frozen to the glass window, letting the snow that had collected fall to the rest of the pure white mass below.

It’s rude to ignore people’s invites and you figure if anything it’s an excuse to deliver him some food, as you assume his fridge situation has not changed in the slightest.

You just caught (impaled) something just earlier this morning, it should be easy to defur and cut into more manageable pieces quickly

You grab whatever containers are nearby to carry it securely, managing to fill a few before you get to the worser parts of the meat and decide that it’s enough. He probably won’t let you cook it for him but at least he’ll have it.

You remember at the last minute that his fridge is non functional and you put it in a cooler you filled with as much packed ice as you had on hand.

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You knock on his door, you didn’t see him out around the city so you assumed he was inside, and you figured it would be more appropriate to use the door instead of the balcony. you have the message qued on your watch just encase he’s forgotten about it, which he probably has, to hopefully stop any argument about that before it happens.

the door buzzes open with a small click. it didn't used to do that - it's probably broken again. he hated when it was like that, complained it made too much noise, grated on his ears like nails on chalkboard. even if he wasn't entirely sure what that phrase even meant. he hadn't seen chalk before, much less a chalkboard.

" . . . "

staring. unblinking. there's something in the hall making noise.

drip— drip— drip—

" you. " his tone is uncertain, unprepared. he stares, hazel eyes wide with exhaustion and confusion. the smell of ash clings to him - he's half dressed with a faded shirt and the bottom half of what he wears on patrol. " what do you want? "

he's angry. clearly. he wants to punch you. he wants you out. but it's late - he's tired. through the ash comes the faint iron of blood, there's an improperly bandaged wrap over his ankle and elbow.

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What is this MENACE? Why is he here among PEOPLE? What does he WANT???

His greed is SICKENING! We should not allow this degeneracy in the city of New York.

Clearly, he is attempting to pose as a human. For what purpose? DESTRUCTION????

Clearly, he is evil and dangerous. I just KNOW that Spider-Man is behind this. BACK TO THE OCEAN!

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A fucking stupid name for a fucking stupid mission: keep the anomalies at bay, put down the heavily experimental technology, power it, hope to god it works, call in the weaker ones, leave.

The only damn thing that was worse was that vinylweb would be the only other one working with him to get it all done and they still hadn’t been in a room together yet-let alone an actual task that needed to be done. Of course there was a part of him happy to be around vin again after their falling out, at least to make sure he was okay, but he wasn’t really trying to focus on that. Vinylweb had made it quite clear he didn’t want anyone to look over him; even blizzard- especially blizzard....

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blizzard sat on the edge of traffic barriers that kept civilians away from the area until everything was under control, picking at the ice on his skin until somethings actually happened whether it be vinylweb's arrival or the arrival of the anomalies. snow and icicle spikes from his universe was still around him, kept frozen from his own temperature.

I'm standin' here, feelin' trapped in a cage, got this rival in the booth, fuelin' my rage,

Blizzard himself looked much different then their last meeting, his jacket was no longer built for the warmth it was meant for; now imbued with sharp icicles coming out of the cotton lining, sleeves torn along the underside of the thread and loosely tied back together with small ice ornaments hanging from them like raindrops. his hood was permanently up with more of those new spikes though it almost like horns.

"vinylweb." its barely an acknowledgment, blizzard turns away as soon as he says it, not quite caring to say more. "you were told weren't you? or did you just block out what they said to you?" a strange way to say 10 feet away on the corner but honestly he wasn't backtracking right after he dug that hole.

"what'd they have to do to get you here? tell you that some 5 month newbies were gonna be assigned if not you or force you to pull your weight in the HQ and not hide away?" okay wow he is digging this fucking pit deeper isn't he? of course there was absolutely no time to comtiplate his words or even try to soften them as an anomaly quite literally fell with a flash from the sky.

Hate the way they breathe, like they own the whole stage, but we gotta team up, flip the script, turn the page.

"you probably would be-" okay vinylweb cut him off, probably for the best honestly, nothing that he would've said wouldve made the situation better- might've just started a fight honestly. blizzard waited until he was actually done talking until he spoke again, either from actual self control or just simply not wanting to have to fight to speak over him.

"no I haven't seen any since I got here, I've been waiting for something to happen for a bi-" andddd vinylweb was off, blizzard saw the anomaly fall and the other portals beginning to open up, unfortunately for every single anomaly in the radius; two very pissed spiders being forced into one space meant a lot of harm coming their way.

blizzard left vinylweb to handle that anomaly and watched as a few more began to fall from the port in the sky before flinging himself into the frey, webbing onto the back of a falling rhino and flinging it into the road borders. Blizzard tried to stay out of vinylweb's just as destructive path, webbing away whenever the anomaly vinyl was fight got a bit too close for comfort.

the flood of anomaly's didn't let up, doctor octs trying to hold the spiders still, sand men working together to be bigger threats, goblins throwing bombs, every second was spent focusing on multiple different threats at the same time as for every villain down caused five more to come out. the fight would surely be easier if they worked together, but they were functioning.

Can’t stand their face, like a shot to my pride.

Vinylweb wasn't wrong, blizzard was the one causing the most damage.  Blizzard tried to coral damage away from any bigger glass buildings (minus a vulture he threw through the window so hard he hit a support beam and was knocked out on the spot) but there were just so many it was inevitable for some worser damage to come along.

He hadn't wanted this mission together either, he'd spent those months avoiding vinylweb near religiously per his request only to be forced together in a high octane mission? He was beyond “pissed” and was much closer to “the HQ will know to never pair them again from the carnage alone”. He wanted to make someone hurt, to cause enough harm to make these horrible feelings just go away, to stop wanting to go up to vin and ask if he needed any help or some food to take home because it'd just be seen as condescending even if that was his own fault.

The longer the fight went on the more hail started to pick up, nearly  blocking out the sky by the time the portals even started to close and slow the pour of villains. Even if the anomalies were avoiding the wrecking ball spiders they were now running the risk of falling on patches of ice or getting hit with the hail and icicles now pounding down around them.

The walls and borders were getting the brunt of the thrown anomaly damage with full line ups of webbed and frozen villains shoulder to shoulder, or hip if they were upside down, but the anomalies themselves were also taking quite a bit of harm coming their way. Blizzard wasn't trying to spend 10 minutes trying to non-lethally beat and chain every anomaly pouring through but rather and getting as many as possible down and out of the fight as fast as he could. Anomalies were being thrown into each other and the environment, wires and mechanisms being cut to force villains to stay on the ground, being pinned to the ground with icicles, and being tied with sharp edged icy webbing so they didn't move from where they were put lest they lose an arm.

With the portals closed and all of the anomalies in the area it left them needing to hunt down and capture all of the ones who had seen the fight and decided to run and hide somewhere in the city itself, annoying little stragglers who were dragging on this mission longer than it needed to be.

Am I the one in the wrong, or should this be their burden to blame?