Sunday, September 28, 2003

Ultimate Marvel - http://www.digitallymystic.com/sites/fiction/ultmarv Avengers #8 "Our Lady Of Darkness (Part Four)" By Mike McGee & Tom Lynch There was a sound. Not the traditional, powerful chords associated in the mass unconscious with magic. More like ‘phut’. The sigil spat Wong out. Moving with a grace belied by his age, he spun easily in the air, landed on his hands, sprang lazily to his feet, and then collected himself. "Hmm. Interesting. I’m thinking very much along the lines of an Ordo Templi practitioner now… Ah, the lady who was the focus of the phenomenon, might I speak to her?" "Say what?" Rhodey asked, putting the coffee feed on hold hurriedly. "The, ah, the lady with the possession fluid... the shadow-woman." The Avengers exchanged confused glances. "She’s dead, man." Wong blinked. "I’m sorry?" "We had to kill her," Rhodey said. "Only way to free the possessed. What was she?" "Another possession," Wong said. "A core focus for the sigil." Frankie blinked. "So... what you’re saying... is-" "Is that you have apparently destroyed an innocent victim, yes," Wong said. Spider-Man #6 "In Season" By Jason Kenney It began with a big, bold newstype headline. "ASSASSIN!" And a nice, pretty, little subtitle. "Spider-Man Implicated in Plot to Kill President" And we all know it's a lie. Right? Most of the time I let this stuff roll off my back. It's just Triple-J doing his thing. The man's not happy unless he's upset about something, simple as that. A lot of times it causes me a bit of strife, but what doesn't? When you're running around in bright red tights in an attempt to quell an outburst of crime, the editor of some rag is the least of your concerns. Even if that rag is the Daily Bugle and has a readership of, oh, half of freakin' America. But what can you do? Live with it. No matter how hard it makes your life. And it only gets harder. Especially now that the President is involved. Man, if the public didn't like me before, they must REALLY hate me now. Trying to kill the President. Sheesh. First off, that's not my forte. Mainly because I'm a hero. But, beyond that, let's look at the evil picture Jameson's painted of me. I rob banks and people and run from cops and stuff like that. But assassination attempts? BAH. I'm not that big. Not in JJJ's eyes. Or, rather, I wasn't. But what can you do? I've always been painted as a villain, always looked at with a questioning glare, even by those that trusted me the most, me being the mask, not the man behind it. This is no different. I just have to keep telling myself that. Hell, this was so much easier in New York. There were more folks there to cover my ass, other heroes to help me out when I was in a tough spot or to be seen with me or to simply say, "That spider guy? Yeah, he's not bad." But I'm alone in DC, flying solo all the way. God, I need to get some friends. I wonder how much it would cost to bring Heroes for Hire out here? posted by Jason Kenney Sunday, September 28, 2003 - - Post a Comment Comments: