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[tropicalcontinental]

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[mister-ant-tennas-tv-time]

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[shewhopats]

Overwatch characters watching your kid

I've been thinking about writing some silly short stories about OW characters getting stuck watching someone's kid, but I figured I would make this guide for my headcannon for the kind of babysitter each of them would be.

Brigitte and Reinhardt would make you the most nervous with their methods. Lots of rough-housing, throwing them around and into the air, giving your kid sugar, letting them climb things, and overall just encouraging mayhem and rule-breaking. "You mom/dad doesn't let you do this at home? Well, they're not here, are they?" Your kid will come home thoroughly exhausted, but bitter about you not being as fun as they are.

Orisa would make the same mistakes as Brigitte and Reinhardt, but more out of ignorance and inexperience. Like letting your kid stay up too late, because she doesn't understand why going to bed at a decent time is important, or feeding them something that makes them sick because that's what they said they wanted to eat. Unintentionally lets your kid walk all over her, but once you teach her how it's done, she'll be your go-to option when you need a break.

Zenyatta would be so intrigued by the natural imagination and curiosity of children. He'd provide lots of different toys, art supplies, and time for unrestricted and uninstructed play. A one-man enrichment program. Just don't try to tell him there are boy toys and girls toys. Your kid will be allowed to play with whatever they want. He would also unironically have a blast playing pretend with dolls or action figures. I'm talking a 25-part narrative with backstories, lore, worldbuilding, and an Endgame-style final conflict.

Genji, Kiriko, Tracer, and B.O.B would be the kings and queens of "don't tell your parents." Extra screen-time, taking them out for ice cream, staying up a little later then their normal bedtime, etc. What I would call "a healthy amount of rule-breaking." They have everyone else convinced they are Responsible™ but you can't help noticing that your kid is always excited to hangout with them.

Ana and Torbjorn could be depended on the same way you can trust grandma and grandpa. They've had kids, so they know all the tips, tricks, and games to keep your kid clean, fed, safe, and happy. Just don't tell them some dumb shit like "organic, non-gmo fruits only." Your kid will be eating bananas from the supermarket like everyone else. But for more sensible rules, even the ones they don't agree with, they will follow them.

Echo will make you fill out a 200-question survey and write an essay on how you want your kid cared for. She will follow every instruction down to the letter, and send you updates every 30 minutes. If your kid sneezes, she will call you to ask about it. The downside is your kid will probably hate her for being such a rules monger.

Baptiste, Illari, Lucio, and Sojourn would try so hard to be responsible and follow your instructions, but puppy-eyes work on them 80% of the time. Your home will look like a warzone when you get back, but they'll help you clean up.

Lifeweaver, Pharah, Mei, and Zarya would get a whiff of that specific smell babies have that makes your DNA scream at you to make one yourself. They would be the sweetest, most gentle caretakers on this list. They'll spend most of the time snuggling on the couch, watching T.V. and drinking hot coco. Would let your kid give them a makeover, paint their nails, and play with their hair. Would read to and rock them to sleep, tuck them in really snug. They'd probably look forward to seeing your kid again, and every time you happen upon one of them, they'll only ask what's going on with the kiddo.

Sombra, Symmetra, and Widowmaker would rather be water-boarded then spend five minutes with those sticky-fingered cunt goblins you call kids.

Ashe, Hanzo, and Winston would happily agree to babysit for you, thinking they will be serviceable at it. How hard could it be? Then an hour later they call you, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and beg you to come back, because your kid is crying or throwing a tantrum. They definitely have the potential to be great caretakers, but they would need someone to walk them through it at first.

Bastion and Sigma definitely WANT to give babysitting a try, but they understand why that's probably not a safe idea. They would question your intelligence if you asked them.

Cassidy and D.va would take your kid to McDonalds or somewhere else with else with a play-place, and let them go wild while they sit on a bench nearby. They will do the bare minimum amount of work to keep your kid alive, because they have better things to do. Would only babysit as a favor for you if no one else is available.

Mercy is married to her work, and Ramattra is dedicated to his mission. If you somehow convince them to watch your kid for even a single hour, they'll set-up a playpen with whatever toys they like, toss in a sippy cup and snack every now and then, and ignore their existence while they do their usual business.

Doomfist, Moira, Reaper, and Soldier: 76 would tape your kid to a chair the first time it annoys them. I know there's the fandom joke of S76 being the dad of the team, but he's always come off as grumpy and impatient to me.

Your kid would love the junkers (Junker Queen, Junkrat, Roadhog, Wrecking Ball) for all the wrong reasons. They would teach your kid how to make a grenade launcher out of plastic bottles and rubber bands, 37 new swear words, and how to punch people in the throat. Unless you want to get a call from the school about your kid blowing up the chemistry room, I would choose literally anyone else to babysit.

Mauga would use your kids to get dates. He'll take your daughter to a dance class and talk to any single parents about how much of a family man he is and how difficult being a single dad. He'll take your son to play catch in a park so he has an excuse to take his shirt off and flex his muscles. He'll coach your kid to walk up to someone and say, "my uncle thinks your pretty, so maybe you can play with us."

[dragontamer05]

Whenever I hear anything about people either wanting a new console release or whatever in regards to the Switch I just hnng, I mean I’m glad you’ve got the money to want and be able to purchase anytime new one is popped out but I’m happy with what I got.

Now I get it, new console means likely updated/upgraded hardware which means increased performance and all that so I’m not saying its bad for a new one to be a released or that Nintendo shouldn’t eventually have something new but my main concern- as is often what happens with new consoles are released is

- Will the old Switch games work on it / could I still run any new games released after on my old console even if it means having a slightly lowered performance rate?

Because lets be real consoles are expensive, not to mention the fact that they’ve now merged the home and hand held console to one which brings its own problems personally. Now for the switch they did eventually release the Switch Lite - which the fact that they chose to release it and people bought it (I’ve got one and so does my sister) and I think it did pretty well I think kinda proves that while people love having a plugged in console to play on their T.V

there are people who either can’t afford or simply don’t want that and just want and enjoy the portability of hand held gaming.

Look I’ve got a Wii have enjoyed playing games on the T.V. but I also like my DS and having gaming I take on the go and personally anyway if I had a Home console type version of the Switch the hooks up to the T.V I can’t imagine ever daring to take that with me on travel (especially cause doesn’t it need to be docked to charge where as even if its not the best choice I can technically charge my Switch lite with my phone charger)

The only thing I’d want from the new switch is let me idk some how Copy? share? my Switch profile with another while still keeping it on my original device. or at the very least idk share game file data.

Look I don’t know how that would or even if it could be programmed to work like that only that right now you can which is kinda a downer because lets say I did want and could by a Switch right now or maybe let’s say I got the special Pokemon SV one or I got really lucky someone gifted me one or won a contest whatever

With everything saved to the Switches memory now all my games now that I have sure I can still play them but it would be all fresh new saves, I wouldn’t be able to carry over my old saves without like removing them off my current switch- I have no idea if like saving stuff to a memory card and just swapping out would work though I assume not.

If such a thing could be programmed I’m not even saying you have to be able to do it an infinite amount of times. I’m just saying keep they already available transfer option of data off one device to another but also what if even if it was just like a one time deal or idk I’d imagine there’d be some other condition attached to it or something instead of transferring everything off it would copy whatever current data you have on there and basically paste on to the new one.

Maybe you can only do it once or because its copying your already existing data it won’t necessarily automatically update with any new changes you’ve made-in terms of downloads n stuff (on what’s basically viewed as your main console where it copied from) so to keep up to date you just have to synch up the two consoles now and then like regular save data might be fine but if say a game had some kind of patch /update to it or you bought and downloaded some new dlc on the main console if you want to share it to your profile on the secondary you gotta sync it up.

Basically how you sync an old phone up to a new one if you want to keep the stuff that was saved there. But like it doesn’t like wipe the old phone clean of that data either (unless you choose to like factory reset afterwards)

At minimum being able to do that would mean being able to back all your saves and things up on another console and not just SD cards or the cloud- which not all games use anyway.

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Tbh the only other thing I’d want out of a new console change the controllers I can’t even say specifically in what way but I look at them and all I can wonder is exactly how user friendly are they for left handed people? Now the switch light for the most part I’ve never had too much trouble with so maybe it wouldn’t be to bad or I’ve just been lucky with the games I’ve played so uh hey any other Left handers out there that’s got a plain ol regular switch or a pro I guess- you know not a Switch Lite pls share your experiences would love to here.

(in the tags, reply or just reblog and comment whatever floats your boat)

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[the-red-mafia]

The Morning

Story Description: Velvet woke up early one Saturday morning to see the rest of the mafia doing something unexpected: watching cartoons. After being forced to sit and watch with their teammates, the assassin's complaints were quickly shut down as the rest enjoyed the show.  A/N: Hey everyone! As you can see, our uploads have been a little crazy recently. The main person who uploads the stories now has an activity keeping their Fridays packed, so we'll be switching our upload date to Saturdays! Hope you understand. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 2110

1 week after “The Rink”

The sun rose early on a Saturday morning. As soon as the sun's rays had broken through their curtains, Velvet was up and out of their room. It was only 6am but the assassin was already doing their rounds around the mansion, their sword attached at their hip. In fact, they were running late. She grabbed an apple from the kitchen that was leftover from Maroon and Thorn’s fruit salad from the night before. They wandered around the still darkened hallways of the mansion, occasionally ducking into a room to look around. Eventually, she moved on to checking the mafia’s bedrooms. Everyone was still fast asleep as the minutes ticked down to 7am. After checking everyone else, the teen walked up to Maroon’s MushROOM. Velvet took the last bite of her apple as she opened the door. 

“Johnny Darlington,” A voice from the bright room said. Velvet jumped back and dropped their apple core as Maroon stared them dead in the eyes. They quickly drew their sword and held it up as their eyes adjusted to the bright light, revealing Maroon towering over them. The younger teen had bags under their eyes and a manic smile on their face.

“Holy fucking-” They shouted, lowering Kil-layye Mo’ore, “Maroon, what the fuck?” 

“Johnny Darlington,” they repeated, not losing eye contact with the older teen. 

“It is 7am and you’re still awake? Didn’t you go to bed at like, 1am?”

“It’s Saturday morning Velvet. Johnny. Darlington.” Maroon rushed past Velvet towards the mafia’s living room. Velvet sat there silently, concerned at the conversation they just had with their younger companion. 

“It’s…it’s too early,” they mumbled, picking up their apple core and following the path of Maroon to the living room. When she walked into the living room the entirety of the Red Mafia sat around the T.V. 

“What the- YOU WERE ALL ASLEEP 20 MINUTES AGO!” Velvet yelled, looking at their teammates. Solana, Mad, Maroon, and Thorn all turned their heads to stare at Velvet. 

“Johnny. Darlington,” they all muttered in perfect unison before turning back to watch the T.V. 

“And next up on thissssss early morning issss Johnny Darlington on CNBTYTSB!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!” A cheer broke out in the living room. Velvet stared at her housemates, a look of confusion on her face. 

“What the actual fuck…” Velvet mumbled, walking to the kitchen. The others sat with their eyes glued to the screen as the show began to play a happy theme song. As Velvet opened the fridge to grab an energy drink, the teen could hear them loudly singing along to the opening. From what they could tell, this “Johnny Darlington” show was some kind of cringy children’s T.V. programming. Rolling their eyes, Velvet grabbed their gray can of caffeine and sugar and returned back to the living room. The opening song had ended when a small child was happily talking to the audience about some quest to slay the evil ‘homework dragon’. 

“So what’s this show about?” Velvet asked, plopping down on a couch. 

“Johnny Darlington,” Thorn responded. 

“Well I get that but-” “Velvet shut the fuck up I can’t hear what Johnny is saying,” Solana shouted. Velvet rolled their eyes. 

“Fine, fine, I’ll look it up. Gods,” The teen pulled out their phone case from her cargo pants and opened the search tool. 

“Hmm ok, Johnny Darlington…” they mumbled as they typed in the words. The results popped up instantly and Velvet began sifting through them to find the most cohesive plot summary she could. Meanwhile Johnny Darlington was running around a forest on the T.V., searching for a ‘magical item’ to ‘slay’ the ‘homework dragon’. 

“This show seems so annoying,” Velvet said, taking a sip of their energy drink, “I mean come on, a homework dragon? Seriously why are you guys watching this tra-” Before Velvet could finish their sentence a nearby potted plant on the couch-side table quickly grew and covered their mouth. Velvet threw down her phone and began attempting to pry the plant off of her mouth with little success. Defeated, the assassin leaned back on the couch and grabbed their phone once more. It seemed like the episode of Johnny Darlington was winding down as Johnny approached the den of the homework dragon. That, and it was nearing 7:30, and children’s shows typically don’t last longer than half an hour. To no one’s surprise, Johnny defeated the homework dragon. The Red Mafia, minus Velvet of course, cheered as Johnny Darlington talked about their victory to local children that the ‘homework dragon’ had been ‘harrassing’. Finally, the credits on the episode rolled and everyone began to stand up.

“That was such a good episode!” Maroon said, jumping up and down like a child. This was amusing, considering Maroon was the tallest member of the mafia. 

“I agree,” Solana began, “But if you excuse me, I’m going to change out of my pajamas.” Velvet looked around at their teammates and, sure enough, they were all still in their pajamas. Mad was wearing a sun and moon covered onesie. It had a hood, however, that hood was not nearly big enough to fit around Mad’s T.V. head. Maroon’s sleepwear was on brand, featuring a mushroom pattern. Thorn’s and Solana’s were more plain, Thorn’s just being a hoodie and sweatpants and Solana’s being a tank top and gym shorts. Maroon let out a loud yawn as Solana walked out of the living room. 

“Ok, I’m going to go take a post-cartoon nap. Mad?” They said, turning towards the automaton. 

“Yep, I’ll come wake you when breakfast is ready,” Mad said, grabbing their apron from where it was hanging in the kitchen, “What are we thinking for breakfast this morning?” 

“Oh oh oh, how about eggs and french toast?” Thorn called out, standing up and grabbing the pillow it was sitting on. 

“Sounds good to me,” Mad responded, “Any complaints?” When they heard none, Mad nodded and disappeared into the kitchen to start cooking. Thorn grabbed the remote to change the channel from the news report that had taken over. Velvet glared at him from the couch, still stuck due to the plant keeping her in place. Eventually, Thorn looked over at the couch and let out a laugh. 

“Woah, I forgot you were even there, Velvet. I guess this is what happens when you shut up, your presence is more bearable.” The teen waved its hand and the plant receded back into its pot. 

“You’re an asshole.” “Right back at you, bitch.” The assassin sighed and stood up, grabbing their energy drink and taking a sip. She walked into the kitchen where Mad was already busy cracking eggs to scramble them. It turned towards Velvet when she walked in. 

“Good morning Velvet, how’d you sleep?” They asked.  

“Fine I guess,” Velvet mumbled back, “But I’m still somehow exhausted already.”

“Perhaps you should go back to sleep? It’s been a while since our last mission so it’s going to be any day now when Zaeor- is that an energy drink?” Mad stared at the silver can Velvet was drinking. 

“Uh….yeah?” Mad snatched the can and poured it out in the sink. 

“Hey what the hell?!” 

“You drink these things way too much, it’s not good for the human body,” Mad responded, handing the can back to Velvet, “Go recycle your can please.” 

“Thorn drinks these just as much as I do!” 

“Thorn’s DNA and anatomy are different from yours, Velvet.” Velvet groaned as they threw away their now empty can of caffeine and sugar. 

“What was that trash show anyway?” Velvet asked as they returned to the fridge to pour a glass of non-caffeinated orange juice. 

“Don’t disrespect Johnny Darlington, Velvet, liking shows is subjective,” Mad responded as they poured the cracked eggs onto a frying pan. 

“I mean I get that but like, it’s a kid’s show? You guys are all older than 5 so I don’t get why something that simple would interest you so much.”

“Something that simple is something most of us here need. Our lives are so hectic, jumping from one lifethreatening mission to another and all. Being able to watch Johnny Darlington every Saturday morning provides a sense of calm and stability for people, especially Maroon. And who knows, maybe if you sat down and actually watched the show you might enjoy the calmness of it too.” Velvet stared at the automaton as they began to prepare the french toast. Velvet silently drank their orange juice, thinking about what Mad had just told them . 

“Yo Mad, do you need any help?” Solana called as they walked into the kitchen. The elf had changed into a simple pair of jeans and a solid color shirt, the same kind of outfit she had been wearing the entire week. Today’s shirt was a bright white that matched his eyes. 

“Oh, yeah! Could you finish scrambling the rest of the eggs for me?” Mad replied, gesturing to the frying pan. Solana nodded and walked over to the stovetop. Velvet jumped onto one of the counters and observed as Mad and Solana made small talk while cooking. After a few minutes, Mad turned to Velvet.

“Do you want to help too? I could use another set of hands to cut up some of the leftover fruit,” the droid asked. The teen stared at it. 

“Um-”

“Come on Velvet,” Solana interrupted, “If you’re gonna eat the food you’ve got to help when asked.” Velvet let out a loud groan and jumped off the counter. 

“Fine, I guess I’ll help.” A smile appeared on Mad’s screen. 

“Perfect. Now go wash your hands, they’re filthy.”

“Hey!”

The Red Mafia sat around the kitchen table as they ate the meal that Mad, Solana, and Velvet had created. They typically didn’t eat all together like this but this morning seemed…different. 

“Glad you joined us for Saturday morning Johnny Darlington, Velvet,” Solana commented, “Even if you were being a sarcastic bitch the whole time.” Velvet rolled their eyes. 

“Yeah, Velvet, you should join us more often!” Maroon said, cheerful after having woken up from their nap. 

“Wait..do you guys do this often?” the teen asked. Maroon nodded. 

“Pretty much every Saturday since Maroon joined the mafia,” Mad commented, “Solana and Thorn eventually joined the two of us in the mornings. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.” 

“I’m uh..preoccupied most Saturday mornings,” Velvet replied, taking a bite of the french toast. 

“Preoccupied with what?” Thorn asked curiously. 

“None of your business.”

“Aww come on Velvie, what do you do on Saturday mornings?” Solana chimed in. 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“I won’t if you tell us what you do.”

“Guys, leave them alone,” Mad said, “What they do on their time is their own business. If they don’t want to tell you they don’t have to.” 

“I think I’m full,” Velvet said, despite her plate still being half full, “Mad, is it ok if I put this in the fridge for later?” 

“Sure, I don’t care.” Velvet stood up and put their plate in the fridge. They turned on their heel to walk out of the kitchen. 

“Hey Velvet-” Solana called out to the retreating teen. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Velvet responded coldly before walking out of earshot. The assassin grumbled while they walked up the three flights of stairs to get to their bedroom. She grabbed her headphones off their charging pad and opened one of her bedroom windows. Velvet reached out and grabbed onto one of the ladder rails, hoisting herself onto the ladder. They climbed until they reached the roof of the mansion. Their supplies were still up here: a blanket, a few books, and some fruit snacks. Velvet sat down on the blanket and shuffled her music library. Staring at the distant, red barren landscape provided a sense of calming and rest in Velvet. Just sitting on the roof staring at everything below began to calm Velvet down and slowly bring them back to reality.

“Hiiiiii Velvet,” a familiar voice said from behind where Velvet had been sitting for about half an hour. The teen closed their eyes and took a breath. 

“Zaeor, I swear to gods.” The god let out a nervous laugh. 

“Listen ok-”

“Nope. Not interested.”

“Velvet-” “It’s the first Saturday, Zaeor,” Velvet stated, crossing their arms, “It’s my day off from solo missions.”

“It’s not a mission.”

“Still don’t care.”

“It’s about your soul.” Velvet opened their eyes and turned around to stare at the god. He was wearing all black, a rare occasion despite the fact that he ruled over the shadows. 

“...Alright, I’m listening.”

[s3nsit1ve]

The Other Chris

pairing: Chris Evans x black reader, all may read, no warnings

Summary: Reader thinks Chris Cuomo is sexy (she is right) lol

• You come to a slow stop at the red light, taking a moment to turn up the heater in the car. It was getting dangerously close to the winter season and Boston was not the best area for warm-blooded girls like you.  

• You were driving home from your friend’s apartment, where you had been for the better part of the day, helping her brainstorm ideas for a new work project. You were anxious to get home so you can spend the rest of this gloomy day at home with Chris and Dodger.

• Arriving to your very secluded and gated neighborhood, you fumble about the cup holders of the car, searching for the garage remote while occasionally looking up to adjust the steering wheel. 

• You park your car in the spacious garage and take a moment to breathe in the fresh autumn air before closing the garage door and entering your house.

• Standing in front of the T.V. with one hand in his pocket and the other holding there remote was Chris, absentmindedly perusing the channels.

• Dodger’s paws scramble against the wooden tile—rushing to greet you and shower you with affection. You give the pup a few kisses, letting him know how much you’ve missed him during your absence.

• Chris sets the remote down on the glass coffee table once the CNN logo appears on the corner of the screen. Election week has everyone on edge and eager to keep up with every bit of breaking news

• He walks to you to give you a kiss as you’re setting down your purse and removing your jacket.

• You make a quick run to your shared bedroom to change into a sweater and a pair of leggings, and throw your hair into a bun. This was usually the time when you would moisturize your hair for the night, but you had already gone through that routine when you were doing your braid out.  

• You two weren’t on the couch under a blanket this early, but the November weather had you making adjustments. Dodger was laying to the left of Chris while you were on his right.

• The current program was Cuomo Prime Time, where news anchor Chris Cuomo was covering the election updates.

• A few minutes go on, and Chris was fully invested into the program. Cuomo was going on, explaining which candidate took the lead in which states, and you were just listening--hearing the man talk, letting your imagination run wild. Cuomo was quite a man.

• “Whew, I’m sorry, but it has to be said. Chris Cuomo is a fine man,” you break the silence.

• Mid sentence Chris turns to you with an unfamiliar look on his face. It was somewhere between shocked and offended. You couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

• “Are you serious? Chris Cuomo?” You knew Chris and Chris had a an amiable relationship, so he was surprised to hear you fawn over his friend.

• “Yeah, him. Did I lie?”

• He maintained the absolutely appalled look on his face though you could tell he was trying not to break into a fit of laughter.

• “Well, I can’t agree nor disagree with you on that,” he scoffed and turned his attention back to the program.

• “What, you can’t admit that man is subjectively attractive? Come on, I mean, look at him! It’s just something about his face and his voice that makes me wanna just--mmhm,” you suck in your breath and chew on your lips a little while keeping your eyes on the screen.

• “Oh, no, no, you are out of line, young lady”

• “What? Am I only allowed to think one white Italian named Chris is fine?”

• “Precisely.”

• You two share a laugh, but it’s cut short when you feel his hands glide down your back and give your ass a firm squeeze. He brings his hands back to your back and pulls you closer.

• He pushes his tongue down and explores every inch of your mouth, pulling back while biting on your lips

• “I think we need to reestablish some rules over here, don’t we?”

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a/n: Chris Cuomo is so fine yo. It’s really something about big ol white Italians named Chris. Need me one of that 😔☝🏾can we officially replace Cuomo with Pratt on the list of superior Chrises?

um asks are open

[squibbles94]

Requiem for a Tower

Also on AO3

Fandom: MCU

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark (NOT STARKER)

Rated T for language

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Home Invasion

Peter sat in the chair in his room, staring at the TV. He knew he wasn't supposed to be up, but he just couldn't go to sleep. There was a new video game that came out the week before, and he was almost done with it. Every now and again, Peter would look around his room and smile. There was a familiarity that sank into him when he caught sight of the rough blanket at the end of his bed. It was the same one that his parents bought him when he was young and one that he couldn't see himself parting with. It was something that soothed him as a kid, and he was surprised when he walked into the room and saw it. May must have mentioned it to Mr. Stark and set it up where it would be with him at the Tower. She knew he would miss home and would need something to tether him to the Parkers. 

The day he got his room at the Tower was something he would never forget. Peter was sure that his aunt was going to make him stop seeing Mr. Stark all together after everything that happened with the Vulture. To his surprise, all it took was a swift conversation and a tentative agreement about Peter's safety to make May agree to let him continue. There was an expectation that Mr. Stark take a more active role in Peter's life, which he was okay with.

So, when Mr. Stark let him see his room in the Tower for the first time, he almost lost his mind. While he loved it, he couldn't stop the embarrassment flooding through his cheeks over the amount of technology in his room. He knew there was nothing he could do to make Mr. Stark stop spending money on him, but usually, he tried to make it a point to at least refuse the gifts. One time, Mr. Stark wanted to buy him a needlessly expensive water bottle when his red one broke. Peter almost agreed until he saw the $100 price tag. Even though he refused, it was neatly placed on his desk with a note that said it was nonrefundable. Eventually, Peter realized it was how Mr. Stark showed him that he cared.  

It was strange how everything worked between Mr. Stark and Peter after the incident with the Vulture. Suddenly it was like Peter had value, and he thought it was because he proved himself to Mr. Stark. It was like the man saw that Peter really just wanted to make a difference and that the boy could actually take care of himself. Mr. Stark started inviting him to the Tower once a week to work on his suit, which turned into twice a week. Eventually, Peter found himself over at the Tower more often than he was home.

Peter even started spending some weeknights at the Tower when May was working late. It got to the point where the press started speculating about Peter and how he fit into Mr. Stark's life. Thankfully, Pepper put out a statement the week before announcing Peter as Mr. Stark's personal intern. That seemed to pacify the media, much to Peter's relief. 

"Peter, it is nearing three in the morning. I suggest heading to bed soon," F.R.I.D.A.Y reminded him. 

"I'm almost done, Fri. Please don't tell Mr. Stark that I'm still awake. I promise I'll go to bed after this level," Peter begged.

"Very well. I will not intentionally tell Boss, but if he asks, I will report the truth."

"Thanks, Fri. You're the best. Where is Mr. Stark, anyway?"

"He is in his lab. He is currently working on the same phone you were helping him with before he sent you to bed. Would you like me to get him for you?"

"Nope. No. I was just wondering," Peter said quickly.

There were times that Peter forgot that F.R.I.D.A.Y was nothing more than an A.I. It seemed strange that she had more personality than some people he met, but she didn't have any real emotions. It was a true testament of Mr. Stark's genius that he could code her to be almost human. 

He was just about to reach his final checkpoint of the level when the T.V. flickered, and Peter found himself in darkness. Peter groaned at the loss of his progress, but that only lasted a few seconds before he realized the power was out in his bedroom. 

"F.R.I.D.A.Y?" Peter asked. 

There was no response. 

Even if the power went out, F.R.I.D.A.Y was programmed to work on a backup system that was not powered by the building. Peter jolted to his feet as the back of his neck prickled. Something was wrong.

He paused to grab his phone from his bedside table. When he looked at the screen, he knew what he saw couldn't be right. There was no signal. No internet. No way to contact anyone. Still, he tried to dial Mr. Stark's number, hoping it would go through. When it didn't, he cursed softly, knowing there was only one option left to him.

Peter grabbed for his web-shooters, but stopped when he remembered they were still in the lab. They were going to update the fluid cartridges the next day, so he left them down there. Sighing lightly, he made his way to his door. He cracked it slightly open and strained his ears, trying to hear anything that could give him an idea of what was happening. When he heard nothing but his own shallow breaths, he slipped out of his room and set off towards the lab. He made sure he stuck to the side of the wall just in case there was someone that wasn't friendly in the building. Though how anyone would get in, he didn't know.

It was almost dark enough that Peter had to strain his eyes to make out a clear view of the hallway in front of him. Other than the quiet, the most unnerving thing was the shadows that seemed much more profound than they should be. Peter tried to make a quick inventory of who was supposed to be at the Tower and felt his stomach drop to realize that it was just Mr. Stark and him. 

Colonel Rhodes was in D.C. on an assignment, Pepper was in Japan on a business trip, and Happy was at his own apartment. Vision was in and out of the Tower, and this was one of the times he was away on a "special assignment". 

Peter made his way through the living area only to stop when he heard footsteps coming from the stairwell. He could make out ragged breaths and a heart that struggled somewhat to beat, but that didn't tell him who was coming down the stairs. So, Peter flattened himself against the wall just outside the doorway and waited to make his move. 

Only waiting a second, Peter lunged as soon as the door opened. The person tumbled to the ground with Peter pinning them down. He raised his fist to strike, but stopped when familiar brown eyes stared back at him. 

"Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, horror filling his voice. He knocked him down. Mr. Stark had a heart condition, and he was getting older, and Peter knocked him to the ground. 

"Not that this isn't fun, but can you hop off there, bud?" Mr. Stark asked. 

Peter could feel the blush that rose to his cheeks as he clambered off of his mentor and helped the man to his feet. "Sorry, Mr. Stark. I didn't mean- the lights- and F.R.I.D.A.Y-and I'm so so sorry," Peter babbled. 

Mr. Stark dug his hands into his lower back and stretched a bit before taking stock of Peter's appearance. "Were you already awake? Why aren't you in bed?" The man shook his head slightly. "Nevermind. We can talk about that later. Did you see anyone up here or anything?"

Confused, Peter said, "no. I was play-going to the bathroom when the lights went out. My senses went off, so I came to find you."

"Okay, let's get up to the lab. Just keep your eyes open and stay with me until we figure out what's happening. If you see someone, I want you to run. They might not know about... the other guy. So, don't do anything stupid. We can't risk anyone finding out about your powers. No arguments."

"But-"

"No. Arguments," Mr. Stark emphasized. 

"Okay," Peter agreed. He only felt slightly bad that he didn't know if he was going to keep the promise. He was going to try to listen. He knew Mr. Stark had good reasons for asking Peter to keep his powers a secret, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

Peter followed Mr. Stark toward the lab, making sure to stay close to the man. They made it to the floor above when Peter's Spider-Sense went crazy. Before he could mention anything, six men were surrounding them. Each one carried a gun, and Peter could see at least two of them had knives strapped to their sides. They each carried a flashlight. As they shined them toward Peter, he felt his muscles tense with anticipation. 

They all had masks on that made it hard for Peter to see what they looked like. Peter took this as a good sign. He found that if they cared about showing their faces, they probably had something to lose. Most of the time, it meant they weren't planning on killing anyone, so he counted that as a win. 

Still, the feeling of panic overrode him when he felt himself being pushed back by Mr. Stark. The man had stepped firmly in front of him and guided Peter towards a wall, effectively boxing him in. Peter wanted to protest the move, but Mr. Stark's look was enough for him to remember his promise. 

There were too many of them for Peter to take on by himself. He was sure that Mr. Stark had something he could do, but he also knew if he revealed himself as Spider-Man, there was nothing he could do to keep May safe. So, Peter stayed where he was, at least until he found an opening to take the men down. 

The man in the center of the group took a step forward. "Good evening Mr. Stark. I see that you found your friend for us." The man gestured to Peter. 

Mr. Stark took a half step back, making Peter's back hit the wall. Peter could feel the brush of Mr. Stark's shirt as he breathed. He could also hear the man's heart skip a beat at the knowledge that the men in front of them were interested in Peter. 

"What the hell do you want?" Mr. Stark growled.

The man in charge smiled, his ice-blue eyes crinkling slightly. "We are going to be working together for a bit, so you can call me Mr. Trager," the man said. "As for what I want, well, that will come in due time. What you need to understand right now, Mr. Stark, is that I have the authority to get my job done however I need. I can use any force deemed necessary. You should also know that I have never failed at my job, so it would be best if you complied."

"Yeah, that didn't really answer my question," Mr. Stark said.

Peter glanced at the other men around the room and saw that they were tense. They were scared. But the question was, were they scared of Peter and Mr. Stark, or were they scared of their leader? There was a big enough space between them where he couldn't tell for sure, but they kept throwing glances at Trager.

"Let me make this easy," Trager said. "You are going to step away from the boy, Peter, isn't it?"

Peter felt himself startle at that. How did they know his name? 

"I will admit that I was surprised to see him here. Don't interns usually go home at the end of the workday?" Trager said. "Unless...oh, Mr. Stark, you wouldn't be hiding a secret child, would you?"

Peter could feel Mr. Stark stiffen in front of him, and he couldn't stop himself from swallowing loudly. 

"It doesn't matter who he is. You're here for me. So, I'll ask again. What do you want?" Mr. Stark snapped. 

"At the risk of sounding cliche, I want something only you can give me. You are going to give me access to your A.I. I believe you call her F.R.I.D.A.Y, correct?" 

Mr. Stark let out a biting laugh. "Yeah, I don't think so."

"That wasn't a request." Trager snapped his fingers, and the other five men started towards Peter and Mr. Stark. 

Peter's Spider-Sense flared as two of the men reached for Mr. Stark, who was yelling at them. The smaller of the other three people grabbed Peter's arm. The boy shoved at him with a little more force than he probably should have, which sent the man tumbling to the ground. Without missing a beat, the other two men grabbed Peter by the arms. He fought against them, remembering to only use a fraction of his strength. 

"Get your hands off me!" Peter yelled as he twisted his body around.

The man on his left shifted slightly, releasing his arm. Before Peter could move away, there was a tight pinching on his back, and then he was on the ground writhing in pain. It felt like he couldn't control his body as his arms and legs twitched. Looking up, Peter saw the wires that led to a stun gun that the man was holding. 

"Stupid boy," the man said before yanking out the wires.

Peter felt his skin tear on his back, where the barbs were wrenched from him. He couldn't help the scream that flew from his mouth. 

"You fucking asshole," Mr. Stark yelled. "He's just a kid!"

The leader spoke to the man with the taser with a reproachful tone, "Marks, that was unnecessary." Then, he knelt down by Peter and ran his fingers through the boy's hair. 

Peter flinched at the touch and tried to turn away, but the man's grip tightened in his hair. Peter's head was wrenched back, so he was looking at Trager. 

"That was stupid of you to fight, Peter. I don't want to hurt you, but I will. So, don't do anything stupid, yeah?" Trager told him. 

"Yeah, that makes me... feel better. Nothing like a...few volts of...electricity to get me to be compliant," Peter panted. He could still feel the after-effects of the stun gun jolting through his muscles, causing his limbs to twitch. 

Trager hummed and then turned to Mr. Stark. "Alright. I know you have a lab in this Tower, so let's move there. And Stark, don't try anything, or the kid won't live to see his next birthday."

As if to make a point, someone grabbed Peter by his arm and yanked him to a standing position. Peter almost fought with the person until he felt something cold touch his throat. He realized, belatedly, that it was a knife. Peter locked eyes with Mr. Stark and felt the pure fear radiating from the man. 

Peter raised his eyebrow. Should I try to get out of this?

Mr. Stark shook his head almost imperceptibly. No. It's too dangerous.

Peter was pushed along the hallway behind Mr. Stark, who was walking between two of the men. Trager led the procession, and there were two men at the tail end, effectively boxing them in. 

They made it to the lab with minimal curse words flying from Mr. Stark, just a lot of dark glowers at their captors and worried glances towards Peter. Something that didn't sit right with Peter was how they got into the building and deactivated F.R.I.D.A.Y in the first place. They had to have been somewhat intelligent to take down the Tower's defenses. Had Mr. Stark been able to send out a signal for help to come? Was anyone aware that they were in trouble?

These thoughts came to a halt when he was pushed into a chair by the main desk. Mr. Stark was deposited in a chair across from him, where he could clearly see Peter. The relief that Peter felt about not being separated from Mr. Stark only lasted a few moments. 

"Okay, I want you to transfer all controls of F.R.I.D.A.Y to myself," Trager said. The man positioned himself just behind Peter and stood close enough to place a threatening hand on his shoulder. It was a silent warning that made Mr. Stark clench his jaw. 

"Gee, I would love to, but seeing as there's no power, you're gonna have to come back later," Mr. Stark said. 

Trager's hand tightened on Peter's shoulder, eliciting a small gasp from the boy. It was nothing that Peter couldn't handle, but he knew he was going to have a bruise later. Mr. Stark's gaze shifted to Peter before going back to Trager. 

"Like I said," Trager crooned, "I don't want to hurt the kid. But I will."

"You're not going to hurt a single hair on his head," Mr. Stark snapped. 

"That depends on you. Now, I know you have a way to grant access to a new manager without power running through the Tower. Even you aren't stupid enough to leave yourself without a way to transfer ownership. Let's face it: you almost die every day and need a backup plan in case you do."

Mr. Stark smirked at the man. "Who's to say I don't have a protocol in place already that transfers ownership in the case of my death? Why would I need to transfer it again?"

"Okay," Trager said. 

"Okay?" Mr. Stark questioned. "That's it? I expected more from you, really."

Trager snapped his fingers, and Peter's Spider-Sense blared at him. It told him to move, move, move. Peter leaned forward in the chair a bit, but didn't get far before the knife was returned to his throat. He felt the biting sting of the blade as it punctured his skin. Peter tried to get as far away from the knife as he could, but his head collided with the man behind him. He felt the blade dig a bit deeper into his skin, causing him to whimper. Peter didn't mean to let the sound slip, but the feeling of blood running down his neck frightened him. 

"Stop!" Mr. Stark shouted. He moved as if to stand, but the two men who flanked him pushed him back into his chair. 

Trager nodded to the man behind Peter, and the blade was tilted away from Peter's neck. The boy let out a sigh of relief. 

"Reconsidering already?" Trager asked. 

Mr. Stark swallowed hard and refused to look away from Peter. His eyes darted from the boy's neck to his eyes, trying to make a decision. Eventually, Mr. Stark's shoulders slumped as he drew in a ragged breath. 

"Fine. I need my glasses," Mr. Stark said. 

"No, Mr. Stark! Don't-" Peter was cut off by a blow to his stomach. He lurched forward, making his neck dig into the knife again. 

"Hey!" Mr. Stark warned. "I said I would do it. But before I do, let him go." 

Trager laughed. "That's not the deal, Stark. You're gonna do it, and then we will let him go. If you take too long, I know Rubio would love to have a private minute with such a lovely boy. Not gonna lie, I don't like his methods, but he is one hell of a motivator." 

"The square glasses over on the table near the back of the lab. Would you like me to get them, or do you want to send one of your lackeys?" Mr. Stark asked. 

Trager motioned for one of the men to find the glasses. "So, this is how it's going to work. You are going to transfer controls to me. Then you and the kid are going to be tied up somewhere while we do our job. After that, you can go back to your whore and your billions. Easy."

"After this is over, I'm gonna make sure you don't have the use of your legs," Mr. Stark growled. 

Trager simply smiled. The man returned with the glasses and handed them to Mr. Stark. Before he could put them on, Trager spoke up. 

"Try anything that doesn't involve my instructions, and well, you know."

"Yeah, got it," Mr. Stark said as he put on the glasses. "Alright, girl. I need you to do your magic. Have you heard everything going on so far?"

The men around the room looked slightly confused when Mr. Stark started talking to himself. Peter knew that the earpiece connected to the glasses let F.R.I.D.A.Y communicate with Mr. Stark without anyone hearing her side. Though, he wasn’t sure how Mr. Stark was communicating with F.R.I.D.A.Y. if she was disabled, he figured the man knew what he was doing. Maybe there was a backup backup system that Peter didn’t know about.

"Hey, kid," the guy behind him said. "What's he doing?"

"I honestly don't think your brain could comprehend what he's doing," Peter said without thinking. He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, but there was only so much he could take. He was trying to respect Mr. Stark's wishes that he not do anything, but Peter's Spider-Sense told him that, even if Mr. Stark did what they wanted, they weren't going to let them go. When Trager said they would let them go, there was something about the man's tone that made Peter shiver. 

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days," the man said. "I might just ask the boss if I can keep you after this."

"Alright, Fri. You ready?" Mr. Stark asked after a few minutes. 

"Mr. Stark! Stop! Don't do it!" Peter yelled, ignoring the man behind him. 

"It's okay, Pete," Mr. Stark assured him. Then he turned to Trager. "All I have to do is give the confirmation code, and it's yours. Now, I want the kid over here in my arms before I do that."

Trager started to shake his head.

"I'll throw in ten million dollars for you. No strings. Just let me have the kid," Mr. Stark pressed. 

"Trager. That might not be a bad deal," the man next to the door said.

Trager appraised Mr. Stark and then brought his attention to Peter. The seconds crawled as Trager thought through his options, and Peter could feel the tension rolling in the room. "Rubio," he said. 

Peter heard the man behind him sigh mournfully, then he pushed Peter out of the chair. Stumbling a bit, Peter hesitated where he stood as he eyed Trager. He had to pass by the man to get to Mr. Stark. 

"Well?" Trager asked. "Get over there."

Peter's movements were slow and methodical as he inched past Trager. When he was about to pass him, the man took a half step towards Peter, making him flinch. Trager let out a chuckle but didn't move farther. 

Once Peter was close to Mr. Stark, he hurried towards the man's open arms. Mr. Stark grabbed his shoulders and shifted them, so Peter was as far from danger as possible. 

"You okay, kid?" Mr. Stark asked as he tilted Peter's chin up and brushed his finger under the deep laceration that was still seeping. 

"Yeah. I'm fine. Mr. Stark," Peter lowered his voice, "you don't have to do this. I can help. Just let me-"

"Stop. You gotta trust me here, Pete. Can you do that for me? Trust that I got this?" Mr. Stark pleaded, his eyes boring into Peter's. 

Peter hadn't trusted anyone more than he trusted Mr. Stark, except May and Ben. He knew that Mr. Stark had gotten out of worse things than this, and there was no way he would let someone use his inventions for their own gain. 

Peter nodded, trying to project all the trust he had in his mentor. 

"Okay, kid. Just...stay behind me." Then, Mr. Stark whispered something so low that their captors didn't catch it. "When I say, get on the ground and cover your head."

Mr. Stark turned around, making sure Peter was out of sight before regarding their captors. "Alright. When I give the signal, my glasses are going to scan you. Don't shoot me or anything. It just needs your impression before granting you access."

Trager nodded but kept his gun in his hand. It was almost as if he was daring Peter or Mr. Stark to make a move that he didn't approve of. 

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, execute Protocol Goldilocks."

There was a deep blue beam that filtered through the room, passing over the men in masks. There was a low whining sound that came from the glasses that made Peter's senses twinge. The tone shifted slightly before the overhead lights pierced through the darkness. After being in the dark for so long, the brightness overwhelmed Peter's senses, sending stabbing pain through his skull. His eyes snapped shut as he heard Mr. Stark yell at him. 

"Now, kid!" 

Thankfully, Peter's heightened reflexes took over. He slammed into the floor, narrowly avoiding smacking his chin on the hard concrete. He was vaguely aware of the sounds of men screaming around him and the pressure of Mr. Stark holding him to the ground. The man's hands were wrapped securely over Peter's ears. He could feel the breaths coming from Mr. Stark as the man lay over him protectively. 

As quickly as the chaos erupted, the room descended into an eerie silence. 

Peter lifted his head slightly and peeked around the room. He saw the men in masks in heaps on the ground. They weren't moving. 

"Mr.-Mr. Stark? What did you-what?" he stammered. 

Mr. Stark was already on his feet and offered a hand to Peter. "Just a prototype I've been working on. Don't worry, they're still alive, unfortunately."

The men's arms and legs were stuck at odd angles, almost as if they were frozen in place. One of them had his arm slightly raised, his hand bent at an unnatural angle. Trager was lying prone on the ground, his fingers still wrapped around the gun. Peter noticed they were still looking around the room, their eyes shining with unadulterated fear. 

"What did you do to them?" Peter asked, being sure to stay away from the frozen figures. 

"Remember when I was telling you about how I helped develop a paralyzing device years ago?"

Peter nodded. 

"Well, I figured it needed an upgrade. It was too dangerous to be used in massive areas, so I made some modifications. It takes an imprint of the targets and uses a mix of radio waves and strobing effects to confuse the neurons in the brain. It adapts it to each person's genetic makeup. I wasn't really sure how it would affect you, so I made sure your eyes and ears were covered. So, that's a win, I guess."

Peter didn't know how he felt about that. "I thought you didn't make weapons anymore."

Mr. Stark turned to him. "They'll be fine. It will wear off in a few hours, and their hearts won't stop beating or anything. Perfectly non-lethal."

There was a soft humming noise as the lab started whirring to life. Then, F.R.I.D.A.Y called from the ceiling. "Boss, most functions have been restored. The virus uploaded to my servers has been quarantined in a file for you to view later. Also, the code that inhibited cell service has been deactivated. Might I remind you that I told you this could happen." 

"Seriously? We've been through a trauma, and you're gonna sit there and say 'I told you so'?" Mr. Stark snapped. 

"Factually, that is correct. I also feel the need to remind you that Ms. Potts is on her way home."

"Yeah, thanks. Do me a favor and see where Rhodey's at, would you?" 

Before F.R.I.D.A.Y could reply, the window shattered behind them, revealing the War Machine armor. It landed with a metallic thud that reverberated through the room. The suit was poised to attack, the arms held up in a sweeping gesture. 

A snort came from behind Peter. "Yep. A little late for the rescue, there Rhodey," Tony said. 

Lifting his faceplate, Rhodey looked around the room, baffled. "What the hell did you do to them? I thought you guys were in trouble."

"I had it covered."

"Tony, I left a meeting because F.R.I.D.A.Y said you were about to die."

"She said what?"

F.R.I.D.A.Y decided to interject, "I implied that you were in over your head."

"Thanks for the confidence."

"I'll ask again, what the hell happened to them?" Rhodey sounded impatient. He regarded the men for a moment. "Tony...you didn't."

"They were threatening the kid. Look at his neck. I couldn't let that slide, Honeybear," Tony said. "Now, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to call in someone to come get these assholes?"

Rhodey turned to Peter. "You okay, kid?"

"Yeah, thanks, Mr. Rhodes." 

Mr. Stark called to Peter from the doorway. "Pete, come on. Let's go clean that cut up and get you out of here."

Peter gingerly stepped around the limp bodies, making sure not to get too close just in case they could move. When he reached Mr. Stark, the man put his arm around Peter's shoulders and guided him downstairs. 

As they walked, Peter couldn't help his rambling. "Mr. Stark, what happened up there? How did you get F.R.I.D.A.Y to start working again? How did they hack her in the first place? How did they get in? Why couldn't I just knock them out as Spider-Man? How did Rhodey know that we were in trouble? When-"

"Jeez, Pete, take a breath," Mr. Stark said, guiding Peter towards the couch. He gently pushed Peter into the cushions and went to retrieve the first aid kit. As he was walking out, Peter heard him say, “Fri, talk to me, girl.”

While Peter waited, he took an inventory of himself. He could feel the drying blood on his neck that pulled uncomfortably on his skin when he moved. He could also feel the bruises that formed on his stomach from the punch. All in all, they were minor injuries that he wasn't worried about. Thankfully, Mr. Stark didn't have any injuries that Peter saw. 

 "Alright, kid. Let me clean you up," Mr. Stark said as he perched on the coffee table in front of Peter. 

"It's fine, Mr. Stark. It'll heal in a few minutes. It's not that bad."

"It still needs to be clean. Just...let me do this." Mr. Stark's eyes pleaded with Peter's. There was a vulnerability that only showed itself when Mr. Stark was too tired to be as guarded as he usually was or when Peter was hurt.

"Mr. Stark," Peter murmured. "I'm okay. They didn't hurt me that bad."

Mr. Stark took a large breath. "They...they put a fucking knife to your throat, Pete. It doesn't matter if you're enhanced. If that man decided to, he could have...you could have died. And it would have been my fault. So, do me a favor and sit there while I clean you up a bit."

Peter grabbed Mr. Stark's wrist as he was about to wipe the blood off his neck. "It wasn't your fault, Mr. Stark. You didn't know. If anything, I should have Spider-Manned my way out."

"No. You were right to listen to me about that. I had F.R.I.D.A.Y do some digging while she was bringing everything back online from the emergency server. Trager works for a specialized group that hunts down enhanced individuals. They were poking around in the files where I keep notes on potential assets to the team when they were trying to hack her last week before she shut them out. I didn't think they'd try again, and I had F.R.I.D.A.Y searching for them. Hell, the only reason I know it was the same people was their signature written in the code."

"I should have done more," Peter insisted. "I would have been fine."

"If you did, they would have killed you," Mr. Stark snapped. "They would have killed you before I could have stopped them." 

Peter looked at Mr. Stark's hands and saw that they were shaking. He knew the man was scared, but he didn't realize how terrified he was. Without thinking about it, Peter lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his mentor's waist. He hid his face in the man's chest, relishing the way he could hear his heartbeat. 

"I'm okay, Mr. Stark. It's okay," Peter whispered. 

Mr. Stark wrapped his arms around the boy, gripping him impossibly close. Peter could feel the man bury his face in his hair as he tried to slow his breathing. 

"I'm okay," Peter insisted again.

"I'll do better, kid. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," Mr. Stark promised. 

"I know." 

And he did. He knew that Mr. Stark would put five more protocols in place for sending out emergency signals if there was even a blip in the power grid. He knew Mr. Stark was thinking up ideas for his Spider-Man suit. Something that would do scans of pedestrians as Peter swung past, just to make sure they weren't a danger to him. Peter knew the man would hoover in his bedroom as he slept to make sure he was okay. He knew Mr. Stark would deny falling asleep in the desk chair because he was too afraid to leave Peter alone.

He knew that he was lucky to have Mr. Stark in his life. 

He knew he was loved. 

And Peter could live with that. 

[ohgoddard]

Truth, Justice, and the Symbol of Peace.2.

Musutafu, Japan

“...its unknown where he has gone to, however all heroes are searching for any remainder..”

“...Endeavor made a statement that he would do anything to find All-Might again, however with the new position as #1 Hero, it would take time…”

“... outpost raided, found several vats of strange creatures soon destroyed by on-scene heroes. Even stranger were the numerous hands found, cut off at the..”

A small *click* sounded behind Izuku’s head, turning the t.v. off. He sits on the couch, head in his hands, weeping. His shirt is wrinkled, his hair unkempt, he looks a mess. On the table in front of him are several snot-filled tissues, half drank bottles of water, and his notebooks. Inko walked around the couch and sat down, putting her arm around him. Izuku didn’t even look up. “Izuku,” she said as he put the remote on the table, being careful not to spill anything. “I know this is a hard time for you, but you can’t stay in all day.”

It has been two days since the disappearance of All-Might. The world is forever changed at his absence, but with him he took the ultimate evil as well. However, a void is felt on both sides by their leaving. But the absence in Izuku’s soul was far larger than any geopolitical one.

“I know you looked up to him but Izuku, you don’t have a quirk. It was always going to be a dream. I guess.. I guess it just happened sooner rather than later.”

He still cried.

Inko hugged her son close, burying her face in his fuzzy green hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t imagine how this feels. Just,” she pulled away, rubbing his back, “ please take a walk. It’ll help more than you think.” She stands up, kissing him on his forehead, before walking back into her room. A few minutes later, the crying stopped. Izuku looked up from his hands and wipe them off his pants. His eyes were red, but he could cry no more. Maybe his mom was right. He had no powers. He couldn’t be a real hero anyway. His one inspiration to keep going just disappeared. No one else said anyone can be a hero. Just him. And if he’s gone?

Then the dream goes with him too.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Izuku was going to go on that walk his mom told him to do. It was rather late, but he needed to cool his head. As he was walking out the door, he spied the notebook on his table still. He stood there, just looking. After a while, he picked up one and walked out the door. A hobby never hurt anyone, and hero watching was a common enough hobby. 

It was late evening in the city, and the walk was working wonders. The lamplights had the small moths nipping at its light. A calm but crisp wind wrapped it’s way around the streets, brushing Izuku’s hair.  I needed this, he thought, Mom was right. I should focus on normal kid things I guess. He pulled out his notebook and flipped through a few pages, updating the drawings with the correct designs and tweaking the stats as he walked. The sounds of fighting made him stop.

Izuku had passed by an alleyway, and from within the sounds of conflict echoed. Being the never-smart child he is and will forever be, he turned to immediately investigate. The alley was dark and dingy, as they usually are. Under the fire escapes and lights of barred windows wrestled three figures. Izuku saw among them some underground street villains he recognized from his studies. Hothead the fire villain and Freezmont the ice villain! Together they were fighting someone, but Izuku could not see who. He moved so fast, and threw such powerful punches. Hothead shot a blast of flame at the man, missing but showing his body. He was huge, but beyond his outline he was still obscured by shadow. His fist connected into Hothead’s chest and the flame villain went into the ground, knocked out. Freezmont spent no time in trying to run away, but it was no use. The shadowy giant merely extended his hand and otu shot a cord, it wrapped around Freezmont’s legs and tripped him. He hit his head on a trashcan on the way down, sending him to sleep.

At this point, some rain had started to pour. But Izuku didn’t care. He was enraptured with this new figure. He had never seen him before! A new hero perhaps? He instantly took out his notebook and started to write down everything he saw, his predictions of the person’s quirk, even a quick sketch. When he looked up again, the figure was gone. Huh..guess he must have left. He turned around, only to bump into someone.

Looking up, he saw only darkness and two bright lights of eyes stare down at him.

“You have it wrong in your book.”

Izuku was speechless. He could not even move. The figure before him was towering, huge. His voice felt like a subwoofer benign dragged through a gravel factory. A dark blackness was around his entire body, wrapping him. All Izuku saw was his strong chin underneath his mask.

“I--I.. who-” “Let me ask a few questions of my own.” The rain started to pick up, the sound of thunder moving over them.

“One : why were you recording my movements and description. Two: where am I? And three: Where is the rest of the Justice League?”

Izuku stared at him and shook, the cold of the rain getting to him. The giant did not move an inch. “Uhh...I’m Izuku Midoryia, and I like recording heroes in my book. You’re in Japan..uhh.. What's the Justice League? And why was my book wrong? It's not going to be completely accurate I know because it's just an eyewitness and you're a new hero and all so-”

“Stop.” The voice cut Izuku instantly. The giant looked up, as if thinking. “I am going to ask you questions, and I need you to answer correctly.” The giant leaned in. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”

Izuku gulped and nodded his head. “Do you know who Superman is?” Izuku shook his head.

“That's all I needed.” The shadow turned from him, and began to walk away. Izuku stepped forward and shouted, “WAIT!” It stopped. “Why was my book wrong?” The shadow turned to face Izuku and raised one of its mighty arms into the air.

“I don’t have powers.”

At that moment, a lightning flash lit up the alley. Before Izuku was a grey suited man. He wore a yellow belt and held in his hand a grappling gun. Around his shoulders and leading into his mask was a cape and cowl. And on his chest, an insignia of a bat. He shot his hook and flew into the city, swinging on rope to swinging rope until he was out of sight. But that didn’t matter. The sight of him was burned into Izuku’s mind, along with his words.

He doesn’t have powers...Does that mean? Is there still a chance that I..?

He turned and ran home. His mind racing a mile a minute. 

There’s still a chance!

Washington D.C., United States

The Hall of Justice was swarmed with reporters. The police had to install a perimeter to keep them all at bay, but that didn’t stop the helicopters from flying overhead. However, the chaos outside was nothing like the chaos within. While the hall was quiet, there was no less tension.

In the meeting chamber, around a giant table emblazoned with the symbol of the JLA sat its key members, save for one empty seat. Each member was staring at the matter of discussion, the giant muscle man at the end of the table, standing next to Superman.

“Thank you all for coming here today, I know it takes a lot to make it happen.” 

“Cut the chatter Supes, we know what we’re here for,” said the Flash.  “Indeed,” echoed the Martian Manhunter. “Let us dispense with the pleasantries and get to the matter at hand”

Superman sighed. “Alright, i’ll let our.. Guest tell you what happened.” Superman gestured for All-Might to step forward. He took one step, and was instantly wrapped in a bubble of green energy. “Now excuse me for being rude here, “ said the Green Lantern as he floated out of his seat, power ring out. “But why should we believe him, Superman? I’m all for trust, but the coincidence is too uncanny!” Wonder Woman rose from seat as well. “I agree with the Lantern. First Batman goes missing, then he shows up in the same amount of time? It is unusual.”

“Hear hear,” spoke Hawkman comfortably from his seat. All-Might just looked around, puzzled at the reception. He thought they would be more welcoming of him, this is an entirely separate emotion. He didn’t often see animosity from other heroes. Different world, I suppose.

“Hey!” Superman shouted, shooting Green Lantern a look. The green energy around All-Might reluctantly left him, and the members took their seats again. “Look, I know it seems fishy. But that is exactly why he is here. And I talked to him before I brought him here. He at least seems trustworthy enough that I give him my go ahead. Please let him speak.”

Wonder Woman huffed. “Fine. He gets one chance.”

Superman turned to All-Might again, giving a nod of his head to continue. “Well, uh” All Might began with confidence. “I am All Might, and this is not my world. I come from a world where everyone has what you call superpowers. I was fighting one that would seek to control all of it , and has done so before. His name is All For One. During my fight with him, before I could land a finishing blow, he must have somehow activated a portal. It sucked him in and I followed soon after. Next thing I know, i’m fighting him in a different city. Then your Superman here helped me dispatch All For One. He then politely, but firmly, asked that I come with him for questioning. That is why I am here. I do not know of your ‘Bat Man’, though I imagine he is a terrifying presence.”

The Flash snorted, earning him a dirty look from Wonder Woman and Green Lantern. 

“Thank you, All Might,” said Superman as All Might stepped back. “So you see, we seem to be part of an impromptu transfer program as it were. We traded Batman for All Might and All For One.”

“What an exchange,” grumbled Green Lantern.

Superman ignored his comment, continuing on. “We don’t know how Batman could have gotten in a portal, as we don’t know where he was before he disappeared.” 

“How do we even know Batman is in this world,” spoke the Martian Manhunter, “Or even transported by a portal at all? This is hardly the first time he has gone without communication for extended periods of time.” A murmuring of agreements fluttered the table. 

“Because he was supposed to meet me and didn’t. And we know how he is never late.” Superman’s comment seemed to chill the table, which was strange to All Might. Scary and on time? I shudder at his power, not even I can do both. 

“We can at least guess with a good amount of certainty that he is in this new world. And from what All-Might has told us, he will not last long. With even the common street thugs being superpowered, it will be tough even for him. As such, I will be researching with Star Labs on how to track where Batman last was.”

Wonder Woman stood up. “And what do we do with him?” She pointed at All Might, who while used to the public spotlight never felt so singled out before. Superman smiled. “Well, I thought you and I could take turns. Keeping an eye on him. Since we both seem to be the only ones capable of being on-par with his power, we stand the best chance of stopping him.” Superman turned his head to look at All Might again. “No offense.”

All Might just nodded his head. “No, I understand. I am a foreign entity at the removal of your comrade. I too would be suspicious if the same were done to me. However, I am not a child. I do not need to be looked over. I fight for peace and justice, just like you all.”

“If it's all the same,” Wonder Woman said, ”we’d like to be cautious.”  All Might nodded, though his feelings were hurt. Usually when I make speeches, people like me. This world is harsh and cruel. 

“Meeting adjourned.”

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Quicky Fanficky #1: One Punch Man - Logic Error Loop

Saitama was sitting by his manga shelf reading the new addition to his collection. The minibots were doing their usual routines of running around the apartment and doing whatever they do. Occasionally Saitama would glance up, to see one writing with crayon on the wall or in Microwave's case, attempting to microwave himself.

"Oi! Get your metal ass out of there!" Saitama yelled at the bot, though not bothering to get up from his comfortable position on the floor.

This apparently startled the little robot and he fell to the floor with a loud crash. Bandaid then ran out of the bathroom, wrapped up in toilet paper mind you, carrying a box of adhesive bandages, as soon as the fallen bot started crying.

Saitama shook his head and went back to his manga. He was taking a brake. Genos had brought the eight little monsters home one day. They were made from all of his obsolete parts and loaded with an advanced AI program. Of course when their 'mom' was home, he could easily command them as Genos literally could interface with their programs to correct their behaviour. But when it was just 'sensei', it felt like Saitama was herding cats and cats hated him.

"Uh, huh!" One of the bots, Noodles, shouted at their brother.

"Nuh, uh!" Was the reply from Markers.

This continued to repeat, to the point Saitama was seriously thinking of finding headphones and plugging them into Player, who had crawled onto his lap to enter rest mode. This bot had just recorded the entirety of the Treehouse program and was probably in the process of deleting the last three days worth of re-runs from his memory. So, maybe that wouldn't be a good idea to listen too.

"Sensei!" Sticky ran up to him. For whatever reason this one either intentionally found things that would sticky to him or was always covered in something unidentifiable and sticky. "Sensei! Some thing wrong!"

"If you need a bath, Genos has shown you how to use the bath tub." Saitama sighed turning a page.

"No! Some thing wrong with [Unit serial no. 000-75fe-4] and [Unit serial no. 000-75fe-6]!" Sticky insisted. "I think they [require maintenance]!"

"Well, Troublesoot is out with Genos and Pow, right now." Saitama said putting the manga down. "I can't fix anyone right now even if I wanted too. Genos doesn't want me hooking you guys up to the laptop either. They will just have to figure it out themselves."

"Sensei!" Microwave wandered out of the kitchen covered in, you guessed it, every bandage that was in the box. All on his upper body, to boot. "Sensei! [Unit no. 000-75fe-4] is caught in a [Logic Error Loop]. [Unit no. 000-75fe-6] is also in a [Logic Error Loop]. I [cannot resolved, please contact system administrator]."

"Alright! Alright!" Saitama finally got up. Holding Player on his hip and walked over to the two fighting robots.

"Uh, huh!" Noodles repeated.

"Nuh, uh!" Markers repeated back.

"What are they fighting about today?" Saitama asked Microwave, who was slowly undoing Bandaids work.

"[Unit no. 000-75fe-4] has determined that the hero [Watch Dog Man] is the most desirable by [Age range 5 to 10 years] as the best hero and we should instructed [Unit no. 000-75fe-0, designated: G.E.N.O.S] to purchase [Watch Dog Man] merchandise." Microwave said. "[Unit no. 000-75fe-6] believes that [Child Emperor] is a better [role model] for [Age rang 5 to 10 years]."

"I see..." Saitama sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Noodles, Markers, manual comand, huh... Stop, reset."

The two bots immediately stopped repeating and momentarily shut down before booting back up. They looked right up a Saitama once awake.

"Your brother says you are fighting over heroes." Saitama said looking down at them. Free hand on his hip now.

"Yes, available information indicated [Watch Dog Man] is superior to [Child Emperor] in appeal to [Age rang 5 to 10]." Noodles stated.

"He is not!" Markers started.

"Is too!" Noodles yelled.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Saitama stopped them before another repreat. "Okay, I'm putting a stop to this. You two do not need to care about any other hero other then your Sensei and your mom, okay?"

"But, [Demon Cyborg] is considered [scary] to [Age range 5 to 10] and more appealing to [Age range 13 to 26]." Markers said. "And [Caped Baldy] isn't even in the [S Rank] yet."

"What did Genos say about using sensei's hero name and hero ranks?" Saitama asked raising an eyebrow.

"... Don't talk about them in front of sensei..." The two said in unison and looked down.

"Good. Now I don't want you to talk about this anymore." Saitama stated. "Or I'll have Genos program it into you."

"Okay..." The two nodded.

"Sensei." Saitama heard the door open and the clang of Genos entering the apartment. Troubleshoot and Pow ran past him, straight to watching the t.v. "Sensei, are you okay? I believe Microwave and Sticky, sent out maintenance requests. Did something happen?"

"No." Saitama shook his head. "Just a little spat caught in a loop and Microwave fell off the counter again."

"I see, I will have to readjust his parameters again..." Genos said thoughtfully as he spoted Markers continuing their mural on the wall with the permanent Sharpies. "I think it's time I also install an updated cleaning algorithm as well..."

"Kids will be kids." Saitama shrugged.

"Rwar! I'm [Mummy] man!" Bandaid announced heading towards Pow.

"Pow!" The bot yelped and lit Bandaid on fire, causing Genos to quickly blast him with the fire extinguisher. The bots then proceeded to play in the foam.

"Dangerous robot kids." Saitama chuckled to himself as Genos gave the two a verbal scolding.

[soniakapoor636]

Top 10 Schools In Gurgaon

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 1.     Ryan International School

Ryan Group of Institutions was founded in 1998 with a clear vision to become a premiere global educational institute. Ryan Group has established more than 135 schools across the nation and some overseas. The school promotes activity based learning and has tech-enabled classrooms, well-equipped computer labs, a well maintained and updated library, training for football and active participation in student exchange programs like trips to NASA and universities in the UK and USA.

 2.     Heritage Xperiential Learning School

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 3.     Suncity School Gurgaon

Established in 2006, Suncity School, Sector-37D, is spread over five acres of land in Gurgaon. Its infrastructure makes it one of its kind in the area. The average class strength from pre-nursery kindergarten is 20 students and the teacher student ratio is 1:10, thus facilitating individualized attention. The school follows the Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) curriculum and is essentially a day school, providing a vast range of co- scholastic activities during and after school hours for the overall development of the children.

4.     Pathways World School

National and international experts decided to name the school "Pathways" to represent Howard Gardner's multiple pathways to learning. The school applies the multiple intelligences approach, developed by Dr. Howard Gardner from Harvard University. The institute is amongst the top 10 schools in Gurgaon. At Pathways, all students are encouraged to participate in International events, conferences and student exchanges. These programmes expose students to a wide range of cultural, educational and linguistic diversities during their stay in these countries.

5.     Shikshantar School

Shikshantar School, Gurgaon offers a world-class education, facilitating modern equipment and updated teaching methodology. The school allows admission from kindergarten to grade 12. Affiliated to CISCE board, the school caters to the children with air-conditioned classrooms, gymnastics, swimming pool, library, meditation room, medical aids, cycling track and much more. The school is primarily meant to cater to the educational aspirations of the students and parents residing in Gurgaon.

6.     Salwan Public School

Founded by Late Pt. Girdhari Lal Salwan, the school was established in 1942. The school provides world class infrastructure provided to train and nurture tomorrow's leaders with the capabilities that will come handy for a brighter future. The classrooms are well ventilated and equipped with LCD screens for interactive sessions. Students are provided with utility stationery items, a well lit and cool environment, bio-degradable and non-degradable waste bins, air-conditioned hub centres, sports and club activities. With world-class infrastructure and facilities, the school has successfully made its position in the list of top 10 schools in Gurgaon.

7.     Alpine Convent School

The School was established in 1996, with a vision to impart quality education to the students and nurture their innate capacities and potentialities. The infrastructure is focused on increasing the educational performance of our students. School buildings are well planned, spacious, sunlit, ventilated, temperature-controlled, green and enriched with learning-oriented features. In addition to the academic brilliance, the school benefits from a team of expert professional coaches for sports.

8.     Shiv Nadar School

Shiv Nadar Foundation made its foray into K12 urban private school education in 2012, with the sole purpose of bringing the finest learning experiences to students. Students at the Shiv Nadar School are well-rounded individuals who enjoy academics, sports, and arts with high levels of emotional intelligence. Strong communication skills, social warmth, grit, compassion and adaptability are their hallmarks. Their students are curious and reflective learners who are aware of local and global environments.

9.     Excelsior American School

Excelsior American School is one of the best International Schools in the National Capital Region. With a primary mission to develop a strong sense of self-worth and responsibility in students, the school has set a benchmark for its quality service. It is a day-boarding school with the UK's Cambridge-based curriculum. Excelsior comprises expert faculty trained in the American Montessori system. Students have facilities like an indoor and outdoor sports complex, multi-activity playground, student counselling and a kitchen with nutritious food.

10.     DAV Public School

DAV Public School Gurgaon is among the Top 10 schools in Gurgaon. The school came into existence in 1985 to provide an opportunity through quality education. This is a co-educational school affiliated to CBSE board. The school offers various facilities to the students such as spacious and air-conditioned auditorium, robotics lab, air conditioned audio visual room, classrooms well-equipped with smart boards, T.V screens & L.C.D projectors, sports ground and much more. It is one of the oldest schools in Gurgaon.

Quality education is about discovering the child’s inner talents, excitement in learning new things, being a good human being and a contributing citizen.

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Hellsing Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Alucard/Seras Victoria Characters: Seras Victoria, Alucard (Hellsing), OCs Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: Seras Comes home to an unwanted Guest, as she laments about her relationship with her former master.

Seras has feelings for Alucard, and so does he, however, to Seras, she knows her master better than anyone and knows how he can be and what he is capable of and is completely unsure of her former master intentions or the length of his apparent devotion, and accompanied by an ever changing world, old allies dead, as new ones rise, she wonders if she will be able to pull through, as well as be able to maintain a romantic relationship with her master?

A/N: Yallo , folks back with an update, here I wanted to focus on Seras’ side of the story and her own internal thoughts, I wanted to take a break for Alucard’s for a while, so here ya, go.

                                           Late Night Musings

If there was anything more infuriating then walking home in heels, it was trying to lumber home on a sidewalk covered in a thick sheet of slippery ice, while wearing heels.

Seras cursed under her breath as she nearly took another tumble, stopping herself midway by pressing most of her body weight against the wall beside her. Steadying herself, she pressed onward; keeping her hand practically sealed to the wall, and took smaller steps.

I probably look like a bloody drunk. She mumbled to herself, as she felt the gaze of passerby’s gaze burned through her, eyeing her suspiciously  and once more made a mental note, to the accumulation of the ones that she already had stapled tightly to her brain, to never again grace the winter streets in black heels no matter how good she thought she looked in them, beauty be damned.

Though……

Her eyes peered up. The night sky was pretty clear, today, with clouds sparse, and stars twinkling madly above, and the moon just, as bright, and the breeze light, and cool as it coursed and slithered across her skin.

She liked it, this small town, it was pretty old, with old fashioned, dated stores, medieval in design, and lacked any kind of top of the art technology , they still had the phones you had to spine to dial numbers, the villagers enjoyed their off time watching T.V programs in black and white, hell, they even had horse-drawn carriages , it was like being transported back in time, at least to her.

But, despite, the town being somewhat untouched by modern life,  she grew to Love it, in fact, it made her feel like-like she couldn’t exactly, find the right word for it, but homey comes to mind.

Though……

She shook her head. That thought kept resurfacing.

Though……

Her eyes fell to her fee,t her thoughts stalled, watching her feet step by step, listening to the slushing sound she made when she stepped in the sludge that covered the ground, and the hushed murmurs of those walking by her, of what, she did not know, not that it was her business, not that she cared, people were entitled to their own tales without the world having to know every detail, and lord knows, she was entitled to her own without everybody knowing.

She sometimes wondered what strangers thought about her, did they have assumptions, did they get ideas about who she was, did they even care to know-

How silly, she thought, who really, honestly, ponders in depth about strangers you have one chance out of million of seeing again.

The world was certainly a large place, isn’t.

Though……

A coupled walked back her, completely lost in a world of their own creation, the woman giggled quietly, her mitten hand covering her mouth in her mirth, as the man, his face bare of any winter time accessories to shield him from the cold- looked smitten with her, his smile gentle and warm, and so full of love that it made her stereotypically go “Awww!”

It made her think of her master-well former master to be exact, she wondered forlornly, if he would look at her like that, smile at her like that, so warm and tenderly. She placed her hand upon her chest, paying close attention to the pattern of the rise and fall of her breath- he said he loved her, but did he really, did he really, truly love her.

But he rejected you, her mind hissed at her.

Yes, but he said he changed his mind, she argued back.

So what , that doesn’t mean a thing.

He’s using you!

There’s a catch!

It’s probably just another impulse on a whim!

You know what HE IS!

Remember, Mina!

Enough! Stop.Stop.Stop. Shut-up! Shut-up!

Ah!  Dammit! She felt her world tittered, and  world spin, and with as much force she could muster rammed her had into the brick wall of a tiny, lingerie store to stop her fall once more, only this time she put a hole in the wall, she hissed under her breath and through clench teeth.

That was close, I really need to stop spacing out at random moments.

For a brief moment she considered just taking off her heels, but then she’d just be in her stockings, and risk getting them wet, and there was nothing worse than wet socks or stockings in this case.

A broken ankle or wet stockings.

A broken ankle or wet stockings.

Well, even if she did break, it would quickly mend itself, but unlike her masochistic, former master she wasn’t exactly privy to pain if she could avoid it.

And as she nearly slipped once more, after tripping over a large crack that escaped her notice, wet stockings it was.

She easily, slid the black deathtraps off, and dangled them off her fingertips, a shudder,  climbed up her spine, as she planted her feet against the piercing, cold floor, while she walked along, more confidently, now that she didn’t have to worry about slipping, and having her head collide with the ground and her brains out for everyone to see, her mind thought it nice to drift back to the subject she rather not think of at the moment.

She just wanted a moment of peace.

Was that too much to ask for.

She stops dead in her tracks, her head down, staring mindlessly at her feet, she watched as she wiggled in her red-painted toes, feeling the cold starting to burn her skin through the thin cloth.  

She peers into the window of the Lingerie store that she just put a gaping hole in , it’s closed, the lights all cut off, and locks in place and not a person in sight.

She can’t help, but gaze, oddly, at the scantily clad mannequins, three in total, the first was covered  flaming, pink baby doll dress tailored in black frills and accompanied  by black, lacy panties, the other was a white corset, heart shaped in the front and decorated in intricate, golden patterns, and the last a blood, red Negligee, the fabric so thin, you could see right through it, though that’s intended purpose.

She speculated what she’d look like in each one of them, though the first one was way to pink and frilly for her taste, the corset was nice, but she didn’t like the idea of squeezing and displacing her insides, out of all of them she liked the bloody, negligee the best for instance she looked good in red and it contrasted nicely with her blonde hair-she moved a strand behind her ears.

If she dared-she wondered what Vlad would think, seeing her in such indecent clothing, just glancing at her reflection in the glass she could practically see her cheeks slowly fare up, bright and red and….noticeable , she pressed her free hand to the side of her face, slapping herself with no real force behind it.

What am I thinking?

Well, he wants you, her voice whispered in her ear.

W-would he want her- in that way-lust after, her, yearn for her, want her-his large, rough hands tracing every contour of her body-and -

She snaps her head back up to gaze at the stars once more, unable to focus clearly, she felt like her body was dangerously, overheating and her mind combusting along with it, closing them, feeling again the breeze sliding up and around her cooling over her hot, hot skin.

She felt at this moment and time, everything around her stopped, frizzy and almost unreal to her.

As if, she were locked in a word of her own,

No matter what she couldn’t stop thinking about him, her creator, her mentor and former master.

She loved him, really, really loved him.

She could at least accept that, but what to do with the feelings swelling her heart, she hadn’t the faintest clue.

By all means she was no foreigner to love. She loved a man once, a human man, and she remembered him oh, so dearly and oh so dearly did it hurt.

Did she dare chase for it again, it was too late to fall, for she had already fallen hard at this point, But, this was different, she was in love with her former mentor, weren’t there rules against that, she sometimes wondered.

But, he was different from her so long ago beloved French man, he was - he was a king and a ruthless, remorseless one at that.

But, he was also, so, so very broken, shouldered with some much baggage both emotional and mental; she could only imagine what lay further beneath the monstrous facade he put on for the world to see.

She couldn’t fix him, she couldn’t change him, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that, but she wanted nothing more than to sooth the wounds that lacerate his heart, to understand him more, to know him more, she wanted to know who he really was, though she doubt he knew much about himself in the first place.

She just wanted to make a connection, to close the dilapidating distance between them, to open his heart once more, and selfishly, only to her, too she the sides of him that only she was allowed to bare witness to.

But-

But, what!?

But, what is the true conundrum.

She opened her eyes, the moon and sparkling stars hanging over the massive clock tower whose shadow reigns supreme over the cobblestone town.  

No one really gets use to change, to accept what’s happen happened,  is different than solely getting use to the difficult changes that one goes through in life.

For Seras, she was stuck in between accepting and getting used to it and one was living alone again. Of course she was used to being alone, the years in the orphanage, she mused bitterly, gave her enough practice. After, centuries of living in large, pristine mansions with endless stream of people, coming in and out, nothing was truly ever quiet.

Pushing open the door, she’s greeted with the soft jingle of the bell, and enters a completely, lonely parlor room.

From the looks of it the cleaning staff had just finished their rounds, the red carpets were freshly vacuumed, the coffee tables and front desk counter still a bit wet, the trash cans filled with new bags and all the couch pillows were neatly rearranged and fluffed and the smell of fruity chemicals still lingered in the hallways causing her nose to slightly itch.

For what she could tell not a soul was present, not even the front desk manager was at his usual post, nor were the security guards in sight, what could you say it was a Friday night, everyone’s either retired to their rooms, or went out to party or get drunk or both.

She stood there for a moment, like a fish out of water, flopping about, her toes weren’t the only things freezing, wearing a short dress at this time of year was certainly not the best idea in hindsight, it wasn’t like she was much interested nor had she planned to go out this evening, but her Master’s sudden phone call changed all that and without thinking much or perhaps she’d didn’t want to admit it-but

She made her ways up the stairs - she wasn’t expecting a call from him to be honest, in fact she hadn’t heard for him in quite some time - a few months top - she thought carefully retracing her steps, they had a spat - a bad one at that - but it was typical, the argument being nothing new to both of them.

She just wanted to help him; he looked awful, eyes sullen and bleak, as if the whole world before were unreal, back hunched, devoid of his usual morbid humor.

She asked and he snapped. Told her to mind her own business and stop meddling in the affairs of others. That did it of course, she was worried and scared for him, and  she was just trying to reach out and comfort him, and he lashes out at her. That hurt, that really hurt- she didn’t mean to, but she did all the same and screamed back.

She said things; he said things, things that neither of them meant.

When she really thought about-finally reaching the second floor-lately all they had been doing was arguing, snapping and shouting at each other, and like she stated before it was always about the same thing, she wanted to close the distance between them, and him like a starved, wounded animal bared his teeth at any kindness turned his way, and tried to bite of her hand.

And, yet despite the heated arguments, the feigned words, they always find amends some way or another, it was repeated cycle and she grew weary of it, and she could see that he did too- it was just habit - people are beings of habit, y’know whether it be good or bad.

She still loved him, and apparently he did too.

She wanted more, and apparently he did too.

Finally, reaching the 3rd floor and four doors down through, yet another pristine hallway, dimly lit and of course soulless, reached into her purse to dig through receipts, old bills, hand sanitizers, a cheap bottle of perfume , her wallet and a couple of old napkins before finding her keys.

She fumbled with them for a second; trying to find the right of  the dozens she had to various other buildings, Ah, eureka! xxxxx

She pushed it in, twisted the lock and opened it with a snap and she pushed the front door, and was  greeted with darkness and the faint scent of tea and old books, though as she slipped her heels of she was bit perturbed by the fact that the kitchen light was on, she distinctly, remembered switching it off before leaving in a rush.

At first, Seras was baffled placing her heels at side of the door’s entrance and stepped into her  living room which was a complete mess by the way, piles of half-drunken cups of coffee littered the red carpet , the coffee table  had hordes of paper stacked upon it, the couch fared no better with unwashed, clothes draped over it, her washing machine, the bloody thing, went caput a month ago, and she hadn’t the time of day lately, to look for and buy a new one.

She released a sigh, as she looked around the place, it was a small apartment, 1200 a month, if she were back in her rookie days, paying that kind of rent each month was like having someone literally rip her heart right her chest, and dangle it right in front of her, but nowadays she certainly made 60 percent more than what she did back then.  Though, it’s size wasn’t all that outstanding, it suited her preferences and needs, she lived alone, so one room was enough, a nice sized kitchen and a rather large living room, which she spent most of her time in, she read here, she worked at all of hours of the day on paper work, she did her research here, and sometimes passed out the coffee table,  dozing in a pool of her own drool, here. Her master caught her sometimes in such compromising positions, he often told her that he hadn’t the heart to wake her, however, despite his words she was pretty sure he found the situation more amusing to watch then some “ I can’t bare to wake her” feeling, she sniffed at the memory.

However, everything was as she left it, not a single thing out of place, but she was definitely sure that she cut of the kitchen lights before she left-but her suspicions were brought to reality when she heard what sounded like dishes clinking together.

Stealth mood kicked in, her breath hitched, and dull panic set in, but she remained calm as she inched towards the direction of the kitchen that sat adjacent to her bedroom, lightly on her tiptoes, she thought about summoning one her weapons, but ultimately decided not to-yet . She noiselessly, pushed the green, hinged door that separated the living-room from the kitchen-away with the tips of her left hand, while her right was prepared to lash out at any sudden, oncoming attack-her breath hitched as, a figure flashed before her vision-

“ MANA!”

“ Yo!”

Seras felt like a deer in the headlights on the verge of having a major heart attack.

“What’s with that deer in the headlights look?” she mumbled from beneath the Styrofoam cup that covered half of her face and a bottle of cheap wine in the other hand.

Thanks for stating the obvious, she rolled her eyes.

She didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed, though she felt both, at least there wasn’t an intruder breaking into her house, but annoyed that Mana always found the need to appear out of nowhere, and disappear quickly without warning, oh and the whole breaking and entering had something to do with her current irritation.  

If she thought her former master was an enigma, Mana certainly rivaled him in that regard and not to mention both individuals have a special knack for driving her to yank her hair out their roots and booze into the next day with their bizarre idiosyncrasies.

She huffs, blowing a strand of golden hair from her face.

“ Mana? She stalked over to the sink, filled to the brim with unwashed dishes, to her dismay and then cursed to herself for being such an utter slob lately, as she fished out her hefty, black kettle from beneath a heap of plates and bowls.

“Yes?” she answered speciously.

Twisting the hot-water knob, she slowly filled the kettle, as she watched the water gush forth from the spout, mainly out of not knowing where to direct her attention to.

“What are you doing here, and why must you find the need to break into my apartment all the time?”

“What fun would I be if I didn’t?”

Seras didn’t bother to answer; asking her to stop only encouraged her-she twisted the knob off, placing the kettle upon the stove and flicked it on the lowest setting.

She turned around to face the other woman, though Seras was older than her by several hundred years, Mana acted and appeared  terribly more mature then she did, not that she was still young by any means, 50 years was quite old in human years, but for vampires it was another story. I mean Vlad was close to being a millennia, though he a few years to go before that.

“ Mana, are you drunk? Of course she was, why ask. She flicked her short-brown hair  back behind her ear– it barely reached past her chin, and pushed up her glasses that kept sliding down her nose –sometimes Seras wondered if those glasses were a tad bit big for her-and peered down her half, empty cup, her lips contorted in a childish pout.

“ Not, yet.” she slumped back in the table chair, propping her bare, feet upon the edge-her toenails  were painted a shade similar to hers- Seras noted- due to the weird position, Mana had to twist her body in an odd way, to remain comfortable- though from Seras’ perspective it seemed uncomfortable . She  also noticed that the younger woman’s massacre was a little runny, and  smudged, as if she had been crying, though her striking, bright red, lipstick was untouched , contrasting nicely against her dark skin. Her clothes, what little she was wearing appeared disheveled, her dress was strapless and pitch, black, heart-shaped at the top which cupped her rather luscious bosom, though it looked like they were about to pop out from the way she was slouching.   

“And my, my we’re dressed provocatively this evening, a hot date, hhhmmm?” she quirked both her brow and lips up into a sly smirk.  Seras felt her cheeks blossom red, though she couldn’t help, but glance down at herself-sure her dress was a bit low cut- but it wasn’t enough to show anything nor was it that short, barely reaching her knees

“It’s not that provocative.” she mumbles self-consciously, her eyes leering elsewhere, while pulling her dress down passed its elasticity.

“Well, “Not bang me against the bathroom wall right this instance” provocative, but it certainly looks as if you were trying to gain someone’s attention.” she took another swing from her cup before pouring another drink to the brim.

“ Mana.” Her lips twisted into a grimace.

“ Well, Am I Wrong then?” she quirked elegant brow.

Maybe?” No use in lying she supposed.

“ Ah! Is it a certain, Mr. Tall, dark and brooding?”

“Is that  your new nickname for him, now?” She spins around to one of the cupboards bare, except for a green mug.

“ No. Not really, not until I can think of something better.”

“ I’m never going to understand your animosity towards him.” She leans back against the stove, her hands curled around the handle, finding her cold, toes once more very interesting to behold.

She laughed “ Oh, no, no, love, it’s not animosity, I don’t hate him, I mean I wouldn’t say I “ like”  him, but I do enjoy crawling under his skin and watching squirm. “

“ Hmm, I see, though I think trying to use as science experiment is going a touch to far, don’t you think. “

“ It’s not like I was trying to dissect him all I wanted was some biological samples and he flips out on me.”

“ I think had more to do with the fact that you tried to take samples without his consent, that and you had him strapped to the table against his will.”

“ Someone had to take the shrapnel out, besides he came to me first.”  

“ I don’t think that also acquaints to , strap him to a dissection table.”

“ Well, he did try to strangle me, until Ada gave him an electric shook to the groin.”

Seras didn’t respond because she had no words to respond to that, she was indeed there that day, but outside the door, so all she heard was blood-curdling screaming, people yelling in at least ten different languages, and the clash and loud the loud clinking of things either falling or being throttled against the wall.

“ You’ve got that yard long look in your eyes again.”

Normally, Seras would remark about being the only sane person in the area, but as of late, saying that would be pot calling the kettle black-speaking of which, she heard the steam whistling forth from the actual kettle, not the metaphorical one.

“ Sometimes I wonder about you, Mana.”

She took another swig of her dime-store booze “ What can I say, I’m a woman of science.”

“ More like torture, if you ask me.”

She only hummed in response, while she watched Seras pull open a small-wooden box that resided on the middle of the stove, pulling  out two light green packages that had green tea printed on it –store brand it seemed-cheap like her liquor.

“ Well?” she moved her feet off the edge of her chair placing them back onto the cool tile and planted her elbow on the curb of the table, settling her chin in the crook of her palm, her electric blue eyes hooded with new found interest.

“Well, what?” she wrinkled her nose .

“Oh, come on now, don’t be around the bush, and tell me the juicy details.”

She frowned a moment- Ah!

“……….Um…..Nothing happened, Mana.”

Her smirked slipped a little in disappointment

“I mean, not in the way you’re thinking, please get your head out the gutter.”

So, boring. She huffed internally “ Then what did you guys do.”

“We-well-we talked and stuff.” she switched the stove off.

“About?”

“About us, not much, but just our relationship in general, I guess.”

“It didn’t turn into a screaming match again, did it?” her head tilted slightly.

“What!?-N-no-of course not.” She sighs, her shoulders slumping, while  she pours the hot water into the miserable, green mug “ w-was it that obvious.” her voice trembles faintly, though she hadn’t intended it to and wanted to kick herself. She finally, ripped the tea bags opened and toss the baggies into the steaming water, stirring it altogether with a dirty spoon she retrieved from the skin.

“You’d have to be totally brain-dead not to notice, love.”

“Hn.”

“So…. you talked things out?”

“Eh-well-not exactly-it’s just that he-

“That he-” she motioned with a wave of her hand to continue.

“Apparently, he’s in love with me.”

She snorted

“What?”

“Why is that a shocker, I thought that was already apparent.”

“But, he…. rejected me before!” she whispers that last part out.

“Really!” Mana sounded astonished-honestly, Seras didn’t think it possible for her to be shocked by anything, really.  

“Yeah, a long time ago, I confessed and h-he turned me down.” she shrugged solemnly. “And now he says he’s in love with me, he wants to be with me, actually be with me, romantically-I-I don’t know what to say or do-or-I kissed him” she places a delicate hand upon her lips, feeling the linger of his lips on hers” too - and - and -

She trails off gazing absentmindedly into her cup of hot tea-warming her cold fingers-an odd quietness falls over the women.

Seras could hear the fainting ticking of the circular clock that hung over the sink and over the small window that sat in front of the double-sink.

“But-” she starts softly.

“But?”

“I don’t know what to do or even say?”

x

“You wanted to get in his pants, didn’t you-?”

“MANA!” her skin radiated with heat.

“What’s holding you, back, love; he’s practically giving you an open invitation!”

“MANA! Please!” now she was boiling from the neck up, and snapped her head away, her fingers squeezing her mug.

“What’s stopping you? “

She could hear the dripping of the faucet -

“I just d-

“Please don’t say “I don’t know” again.” She mocked in a deadpanned voice.

“I-

“Enough of the “buts” and “I don’t know” I don’t know” I mean damn, you sound like a broken record, just do what you want.”

Tired of standing, the older woman took a set at the other end of the circular table, sipping from her mug in the process.

“It’s not that simple.”

“Where have heard that one before.”

“Mana, if you’re going to listen, then listen, if not, I’m really, really not in the mood for your snide commentary.”

“Alright. Alright.” she put both hands up in surrender. “But I need more booze before we start.” she pulled her rather large, burgundy purse from god knows where and fished out another bottle of cheap, wine and proceeded to pop the cork merely using her hands, which not only popped it, but launched it over her head, and breaking sometime glass-Seras didn’t bother to look behind her to know what.

“Sorry. I’ll pay you back for-whatever it is-was.”

“ Rrright.”

Seras felt like she wasn’t prepared for the night ahead, perhaps tea was a poor choice of drink, after all.

TBC

A/N:

* wipes forehead* I think this is the longest chapter out of the bunch, but happy about how it came out, and it felt like forever to finish this, but it’s done.

P.S I left some hints about Mana’s origins. Wink, Wink.

Anyways, Chapter 7 coming soon.

Reviews, comments, what did you guys think about this chapter.

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It Takes Two ch. 4

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Tim settled back down in front of the couch after Jason left with his newly fixed shirt. They made an agreement to meet up later that night on patrol and go over anything that might come up during their individual patrol or during Tim’s continued research. He took a sip of his coffee and returned to the medical records that had upset him so much earlier. He scrolled past the pictures quickly, not wanting to get another look at them. He was reaching the end of the record for Max and becoming increasingly confused as to why he hadn’t yet encountered a name for the doctor.

March 20: We’ve been given a warning to shut down the program now that things aren’t looking positive for the patients. Max’s condition has continued to get worse. We’re forced to keep him restrained for fear of him harming himself further. The wounds on his legs and arms are still very raw and we are taking great precautions to keep them from becoming infected. He’s no longer eating and refuses to drink water. Even the saline drip isn’t enough.

March 25: The project has failed. Everything is over. During the night Max managed to free himself from his restraints. He rushed through the hospital and made it to the roof without being caught. When the nurses realized that he was missing it was already too late. His body was collected from the pavement in front of the hospital and taken down to the basement to the morgue. His family will be contacted later today. Elena has stripped his room and gathered the few things that were brought for him during his stay in the hospital for collection.

End notes. – Three

Tim frowned and scrolled back up to the top of the patient file. There was no name for the doctor. No clue as to which of the five doctors had worked with this specific patient. That meant that this was just going to be another dead end. He skipped back down to the last entry that was made. There had to be something else that he could use. Had to be someone else. If he couldn’t get a lead on the doctor immediately, there must be someone else who worked in conjunction with him who could possibly know his whereabouts or someone who had an idea of where he went after the hospital was shut down.

“Wait a minute…” Tim frowned and read the last note again. “Elena. Who’s Elena? She couldn’t be one of the doctors, especially if the rest of them were being as secretive about their identities as this guy.”

He drummed his fingers on the table and took another sip of his coffee, holding the warm cup close to his chest. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling, mind furiously trying to find a new lead in this whole mess.

“Five doctors employed and three of them had specializations in pediatrics. They weren’t in the hospital all the time since Three was called in when Max’s condition deteriorated. Three had updates given to him by the nurses… Holy shit the nurses!!!”

Tim lurched forward, nearly spilling his coffee in an effort to set it down and navigate back to the employment records at the same time. He scrolled through them quickly, muttering under his breath the entire time.

“There!” He stopped on the employee record for the only nurse named Elena. “Elena Greenfield. Employment terminated after the hospital shut down. Didn’t apply for the transfer to the new hospital. Recommendation given for a job at a nursing home called Sacred Oaks.” Tim pulled up her address and personal information. He made a note of the address of her apartment and cross-referenced it with the DMV finding it to be the same even after all these years.

He leaned back against the couch and smiled feeling relief flood through him. “Looks like we have a visit to pay tonight after all.” It might not prove to be the greatest lead that he could’ve found, but it was a start and he was sure that Jason would be happy with anything to go on. And if this gave them a little bit better of an idea of who exactly they were dealing with and what the connection between him and Jason might mean then that was all the better.

Tim saved his files and exited out of the records for the hospital. His work was done for the moment, but he was more than ready to get out and patrol. He wanted answers and he wasn’t about to let this nurse go without giving him something to go on.

~~

Tim stood on top of his apartment, the wind whipped at his cap as he activated his comm and patched into the frequency that he and Jason had been sharing during their patrols on their missions together. He was glad that they’d set up a separate channel for the two of them now that they had a few things to keep under wraps from everyone else.

Jason answered almost immediately.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve got a lead worth checking out if you’re interested.”

“If it has to do with our little scientist friend then I’m more than just a little interested. Where do you want to meet?”

“I just got suited up and we’re going to have to head to the other side of the city for this, but if you’re near the theater that would be best.”

“All the way over there, huh? You’re starting to worry me with what you found.”

Tim listened to Jason as he ran across the rooftops and pulled his grapple from his belt to swing over a few streets. “It’s nothing too bad. Yet. I hope. After you left this afternoon I went back to the patient files, but I couldn’t find the name of the doctor that was working with Max.”

“Sounds like our jobs are going to be super easy then,” he grumbled.

“I know and that’s what I thought when I found that out. But I do have the name of a nurse.”

“A nurse?”

“Specifically the nurse who worked closely with Max, but more importantly, Max’s doctor.”

“So we just need to get this nurse to open up a little bit and talk to us about when she was in the hospital,” Jason finished as he landed on the opposite side of the theater from Tim.

“Exactly,” Tim said, nodding.

“So where do we go to find this nurse? And are we paying a friendly visit? Or can I get a little…you know?” Jason asked.

“Keep the guns holstered for now, Hood. She’s a middle-aged nurse. We don’t want to frighten her too bad.”

“No promises if she doesn’t end up cooperating. Now are we going or what?” Jason asked, gesturing behind him.

“You don’t even know where we’re going, but yes we’re going,” Tim said walking past him. “And I’m pretty sure that she’s going to cooperate. Like I said, she’s a middle-aged nurse. Middle-aged nurses aren’t used to vigilantes showing up in their apartments.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get going,” Jason said, pulling out his grapple.

Tim ran ahead of him and pulled his own grapple from his belt. He shot off a line before jumping off the edge of the building and letting himself become weightless. It was always a wonderful feeling when he got to let go even when he was chasing after criminals.

Jason stuck close to him as they crossed rooftops and headed for a worse part of town where the streets cleared out once darkness began to fall and only the people who were really up to no good came out. Once they’d crossed the invisible border dividing this section of the city from the rest of it, it wasn’t long before they reached the three story apartment building. It was looking worse for wear and could do with an upgrade and several repairs, but when you didn’t have much money and were looking for someplace cheap, it was the place to go.

Tim landed lightly on the rusting fire escape and made his way down to the second floor without a sound and Jason followed just as quietly behind him. The lights were on in Elena’s apartment and he could see her working in the small kitchen with her back to them. He pushed up on the window easily. The wood had been worn enough that it didn’t make any noise and the lock was broken. She probably didn’t trust anyone to come and fix it. Or perhaps she just didn’t know. He slipped inside with Jason behind him and waited.

Elena hummed something as she began to turn around, no doubt heading for the couch so she could watch some T.V. with her dinner. She didn’t make it far before she was gasping and staggering backwards to clutch at the countertop, miraculously keeping a hold on her food and setting the bowl on the counter. She reached for the chef’s knife in the block next to the stove and pointed it at them.

“Who-who are you?” she asked, voice shaky with nerves.

“I’m Red Robin. That’s Red Hood. We’ve come to ask you a few questions,” Tim answered easily, ignoring the knife she was holding.

“Why-why? What for? What do you want?”

“We want answers,” Jason growled, crossing his arms.

“What he means is that we’d like to know about the connection you have with the old hospital and a certain doctor who worked at it.”

Elena blanched as the knife fell from her hand only to become lodged in the floor. Tim almost winced as he watched it sway back and forth. If her foot had been a little farther forward…

She sighed and rubbed at her face. “I was really starting to believe that no one was going to come looking. Or hoping that they wouldn’t come looking for me.”

“Then you know exactly what we have questions about,” Tim said.

She nodded. “The experiment. If you’re looking for the doctor who I worked with then he be at work yet again.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” Jason growled.

“Hood,” Tim warned. “Yes. He’s been testing out his technology and we’re trying to stop him. We don’t know if it’s the exact same as he was using in the hospital or something that’s been developed further, but we need some information on how to find him.”

“If you don’t mind, I think I’ll have a seat on my couch before getting started. It’s a long story. And not a pleasant one at that,” Elena said, moving into the living room.

“From the evidence that we’ve already found, the fact that it’s not pretty has become obvious,” Jason said, sarcasm thick in his tone.

Tim rolled his eyes. He knew that Jason wanted answers. He did too, but he could help make this a little easier for them all.

“When I was hired at the hospital, I thought that it would be a great opportunity. That was before I was briefed in what was actually happening, of course. I’d finally found a job that had steady pay and the benefits were phenomenal for such a small place of work. And soon enough, I realized why they were offering so much to the employees who were hired.

“We were sworn to secrecy. Phones and any other items that may have recorded what was going on behind the walls were strictly prohibited. They took such extreme measures that we had to go through metal detectors each time we went into work. Some days we didn’t even leave the hospital because we didn’t want to have to deal with the hassle of getting back in. And if someone was even suspected of trying to smuggle information or evidence out… But that’s another story and not the information you came here for.

“Someone, I don’t know who, was funding a new research project. A development in what would happen if people were able to be connected by pain and how that could help reduce violence and improve the state of the world. It would offer a support network for people who might not have anyone else to turn to even if they weren’t interacting directly. The initial results were astounding. Things were going incredibly well and the kids were responding in such a positive way that we were hopeful of where the project would be taken.

“The patients quickly came to understand what it meant to be connected to each other and developed a certain sense of group empathy. The children who were paired together often stuck close and became incredible friends to the point the nurses had trouble convincing them to sleep in separate rooms. But…”

“Things took a turn for the worse when it came to the actual conditions of the children,” Tim supplied.

Elena looked at him, surprised, but nodded. “That’s right. And it wasn’t just a bump in the road to progress, things became horrible and intolerable. The rest of the nurses and I quickly came to the end of our ropes. Often, we couldn’t bear to be around the kids. I don’t know how many nurses I had to try and console when they lost it at work. It was an incredibly difficult time for all of us.

“What happened was that half of the patients continued to take on more and more pain. It got to the point where they weren’t able to have a moment of peace or a reprieve. Even the slightest brush of a blanket could be enough to leave them screaming and whimpering in bed. Many of the children scratched and harmed themselves in the hopes that it would make the pain stop. It never did.”

“How did you stop it?” Tim asked.

“The doctors in charge, and Three of course, were trying to do everything in their power to reverse the process or fix it in some way. They were reluctant to break the bonds because they didn’t want all that work to go to waste. They didn’t want to lose all the hope that they’d put into the project. It wasn’t until Max passed that they deemed the project a failure. They didn’t want any of the other children to go as Max had.”

“So the administration waited until Max killed himself before doing anything to stop the experiment?” Tim asked. He saw Jason tense next to him, but ignored it for the moment.

Elena closed her eyes, looking incredibly weary. “That’s right.”

Tim opened his mouth to respond when he felt a wave of anger wash through him suddenly. The feeling was so strong and unexpected that he had to restrain himself from taking a step backwards.

“So you just let a child die? You did nothing to prevent him from bringing an end to his own life?” Jason growled, hands clenching around his biceps to keep himself from lashing out.

“We tried!” she protested. “We kept each of the children in their rooms, but he got past us. He made it up to the roof before we even realized that he was missing and then…”

“And then he jumped,” Tim finished softly. “What happened to the other half of the patients? We’ve gotten no information on them and only know the unbearable pain experienced by the group Max was included in.”

Elena blanched where she sat making her look far older and more haggard than someone of her age would appear. She opened her mouth to speak, but Jason interrupted.

“And don’t lie to us.”

She closed her mouth and swallowed before nodding. “The other group… The exact opposite happened to them. Where Max was continually taking on pain, the other group lost their ability to feel pain. It got to the point where they could probably take a bullet and not feel a thing and end up bleeding out by accident because they wouldn’t have the pain signals to tell them that something was wrong and that they needed help.”

“That’s not all is it?” Tim asked. “There’s more you’re not telling us.”

“It didn’t stop at just feeling pain. They lost their ability to feel altogether.”

“You mean like their sense of touch?” Jason asked.

Elena shook her head. “No. They no longer experienced emotion or it was very hard for them to. They wouldn’t laugh or cry or get angry. There was just nothing. They could sit in bed all day and stare at the wall and just not feel anything. Where Max had to be force-fed because of how much pain he was in, these kids had to be fed because they wouldn’t feel hunger and wouldn’t understand their need to eat.”

Tim swallowed as silence descended on the apartment. His earlier nausea was quickly returning now that they’d gotten some new information about the experiment. He glanced at Jason where he was standing next to him. His posture was rigid and his nails would’ve been digging into his arms if he hadn’t been wearing gloves and a jacket. He was angry. He was beyond angry and Tim couldn’t blame him for that.

“One last question,” Tim began, glad that his voice didn’t shake with how his stomach was rolling at the moment. “Where can we find Three? If you don’t know where, then who is he? Give us a name.”

Elena’s gaze slid to the side before flicking back to them. “His real name is Robert Anderson. The one that he gave to the parents of the patients was a fake so that things couldn’t be traced back to him. I don’t know if he went on to the new hospital or not once our project was shut down. He was pretty tight-lipped about any personal information and I wasn’t even supposed to know his actual identity. But since he was one of the most involved doctors I’m going to take a wild guess, especially since you two are here, and say that he broke off and started pursuing his own avenue of research.”

“That’s a bit of an understatement,” Jason growled.

“Thank you, Elena. That’s all we needed to know,” Tim turned to leave, but Jason stopped him.

“You can’t be serious, Red!” he protested.

“Serious about what?” Tim asked.

“Just leaving after we learned all that. This woman hurt a group of kids!”

“I was just doing what I was told!” she protested. “As soon as we were put under contract for employment, we weren’t allowed to leave. There was no way out until the project was shut down and nothing that I could’ve done!”

“Nothing you could’ve done?” Jason asked, disbelief heavy in his tone. “You could’ve stopped Max from killing himself for one thing! That’s what you could’ve done. You’re just-“

“Hood!” Tim said sharply, grabbing onto his arm to stop him.

Jason’s jaw clenched but he turned his head to look at Tim which was a small victory in his book.

“Let’s go,” Tim said, tugging gently at his arm. Jason stayed where he was and looked over at Elena one last time.

“Fine,” he hissed and let Tim lead him over to the window. The two of them climbed back out and hurried up to the roof. Tim followed after Jason as he sprinted several rooftops away before finally stopping and clenching his hands at his sides once before letting them relax.

Tim sighed and rubbed at his forehead, thinking over all of the information that they’d just gathered. His nausea was still hanging on and he wanted nothing more than to just go back to his apartment and crawl in bed to try and ignore all of this. He was worried. He could admit that to himself. The one positive that had come with the rest of the shit that had been thrown at them was that they finally had a name to go with their lovely scientist friend.

“You going to be okay, Tim?”

Jason’s voice had his eyes snapping open to look up at him. He’d moved closer from where he’d been standing on the other side of the rooftop. If the helmet hadn’t been in the way, Tim knew that he would be scrutinizing him at the moment.

“Names in the field, Hood. And…I’ll have to be, won’t I? No matter how I’m feeling about this whole situation we still need to get this case finished and take down both the kidnapping ring and the technology that our scientist is so heavily involved in.”

Jason shook his head. “That stuff’s important, but you need to take care of yourself. I got kind of caught up in my anger after learning what happened to all of those kids, but now that I’ve had a moment to calm down I can see that the information has a strong impact on us and how we operate. We’re going to have to be careful when it comes to fights and make sure that we don’t sustain any major injuries. I know up until this point we were willing to simply go our separate ways and see what we could come up with, but I’m not so sure that’s the right decision anymore.”

Tim crossed his arms against his chest, trying to find comfort in himself. “What do you think is going to happen? He must’ve improved his technology, right? The same thing isn’t going to happen to us, is it?”

He knew that he was showing his weakness. Showing how vulnerable he felt with this whole whirlwind of information and shit storm that he’d gotten caught up in with Jason. He wondered where his usual stoic façade and demeanor had gone. He never let his inner thoughts loose when he was with his partners. Or even when he was in the field period.

Tim nearly squawked when Jason grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a rough hug.

“No. It’s not going to happen to us. Because we’re going to find this guy and we’re going to take him down before that can even happen. And if he’s been working on this for a few years already then it’s got to be improved over what those kids had to deal with. We’re going to be fine, Tim. I promise.”

“Names, Hood,” Tim whispered quietly even as he let his head come to rest on Jason’s chest and wound his arms around his back. Tim thought that Jason probably needed this kind of comfort as much as he did. The path ahead of them wasn’t going to be an easy one, but when was being a vigilante ever easy?

“Come on,” Jason said, pulling away. “It’s still early and I want to get some more runs in before I have to head back. If you want to tag along we can cover both your route and mine a lot faster.”

Tim smiled. “Sure thing.”

The two of them bounded across the rooftop and slowly began making their way across the city. Tim could handle this situation. As much as it scared him and worried him, he wasn’t alone. And despite all of the complications that might bring, he was grateful to have Jason standing tall with him. Maybe once this was all over they could team up on more cases. As long as they didn’t have crazy scientists and weird technology that could possibly kill them, that is.

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The Year of Keroro Challenge Update 3 (Yes Sir)

This took quite a bit longer than I hoped, this post is a really big one, especially episodes 15 & 17. Actually, today I’ve caught up to watching, once I catch up in writing as well I’ll update weekly, but for now I still have a few posts worth (I’m especially looking forward to the next one).

But for now enjoy a translation of all the writing on the whiteboard from the pool episode:

There’s no shot of everything on the board but here is the meeting related part (Note “enjoy” is written a bit oddly, normally it would be in katakana since they used the English and the “ji” would be from “shi”, not “chi”). However, the best part is the little scribbles on the whiteboard:

It works because Japanese has vertical writing, but one of these is supposed to be both names under the same umbrella (You can see it done full scale with actual people at the end of Only Yesterday). In Japan sharing an umbrella with somebody is considered very romantic, so this is a bit like writing two names in a heart, either way it’s easy to guess who drew it. As for the “Finding Nemo” bit, it basically translates as “Even for searching....” which doesn’t really make any sense, but given the drawing and the fact that the movie came out less than a year before this episode aired, chances are they fiddled around with the writing to make a nod to the movie without name-dropping it (You can find more about that and quite a few other things under the break). And fun fact, flat fish can be either left or right sided and one is considered better tasting (I can’t remember which)

And the plan count:

Serious Plans: K66:14 D66:1 MMK:1

Funding Plans: K66:1

It’s a plan, I Swear!: K66:4

New category: Oh look! Progress (Not actually invading today, just trying to make it look they are so HQ will leave them alone): K66:2 (The ocean invasion plan went here, though it could fit almost anywhere)

Episode 15: This is one I’ve always really enjoyed....fun fact: psychologists seem to be a bit undecided about multiple personalities and over the years have gone back and forth a few times on whether it’s a real psychological condition or created by a person reacting a certain way to unrelated things (for example there was a time when a lot of people were diagnosed and it was traced back to a repressed memory, but when the catalyst events were researched it turned out that most never happened and those people were highly susceptible to suggestion).

On that note there are a lot of fun little touches in this episode like the fact that Momoka’s legs don’t fit in the machine (of course it’s made for somebody much shorter, but still), how when the the two Momokas merge the reversed light and dark pink on their swimsuits also blend to create a peachy pink (subtle), and the nod to frogs hibernating. It’s also worth noting that this episode aired in 2004, in July I believe, which is part of the reason why Keroro mentions the Olympics since this was shortly before the 2004 Summer Olympics in Athens (Also Keroro & Giroro’s expressions while swimming are just strangely delightful, the way their faces look when their expressions break the face’s natural patterning).

Now onto something big that has caused a lot of confusion in regards to the original subtitles: The bleeped out bit was supposed to be Patrasch, not Cleopatra. The name and this entire bit of the scene was supposed to a reference to the Dog of Flanders anime series that was part of the World Masterpiece Theater series, namely the ending scene of the anime where the boy and his dog (Patrasch) both freeze to death in a church. The book is considered a classic children’s story in Japan and the 1975 anime still occasionally reruns on T.V. and received a remake movie in 1997, and the ending scene has been referenced in many other works (One example that’s made it here is the Pokemon episode Holy Matrimony). Basically, it’s the anime counter part to calling out “Rosebud”.

As for the censor bleep, that’s something that sometimes happens when somebody name-drops something that the production company doesn’t have the rights to, I’ve seen it in talk shows too. I believe it’s related to the way Japanese copyright laws work in regards to parody and references; appearently they’re allowed as long as the copyright holder doesn’t object, so by bleeping out name-drops and putting pixelation or censor bars over the faces of famous characters they can help lower the chances of a complaint by just suggesting the other work instead of out right referencing it. When there is a complaint the scene can end up being removed or in some cases, like the first episode of Osomatsu-san, the entire episode can be banned from official release.

Oh by the way, I’m presuming “Oha” is short for ohayou or good morning, I know around this time there was a children’s idol/media show called “Oha-star” which used a similar greeting.

Episode 16: It’s the Masami episode, and I have to admit, I had forgotten how far off the deep end Tamama goes in this one; when he showed up I expected him to be excited, but sweet goodness I didn’t expect him to be that excited. This bit is for the cross-section of Keroro & Pony fans, but I always imagined that if they had the originally human Sunset Shimmer appear in Equestria Girls they would handle it a bit like this

Also this is the second time Mois has come really close to destroying the Earth and I have to wonder how it repairs itself afterward so it isn’t already on the brink when she starts, the best I can think of is that magma flows into the crack and solidifies, linking the ground back together; sort of like when you get a cut

Episode 17: 

Actually, it’s a bit interesting that Tamama & Giroro were the ones who fell in the water tank; dark colours absorb heat better than light ones and red tends to make people feel warmer so they’re actually the best able to warm up afterwards. Also in part two the Aliens could have done better if they switched Mois & Dororo and Momoka dodging Natsumi was a fun detail, but didn’t they already establish the being watched feeling was caused by a weird but harmless alien? Having said that, I can imagine some ghost stories would actually be more frightening for a ghost since there’s a chance you’ll encounter whoever the story is about

The next two paragraphs are just talking about two ghost stories mentioned in the episode that I wasn’t sure how well know they were, if you already know them feel free to skip to episode 18

The T.V. program Keroro & Tamama are watching at the beginning is an adaption of a famous ghost story; there are many variations, the basic premise is a jealous wife thinks her husband is smitten with the maid and destroys one of their best plates so she can frame the maid and fire her. When the maid is accused she tries counting the plates and when she finds there’s one missing she searches for it, in one way or another this leads to the maid dying in a well near the house shortly after and her ghost appearing every night, counting the plates and always being one plate short.

As for Koyuki’s story, I’m not sure if the subtitles are quite right; she says “entrust”, so....Either way it’s the story of the Yuki Onna or Snow Woman. Although she’s known for freezing people to death in the mountains, in this story she spares a young man and warns him never to tell anyone of the encounter or he will suffer “a fate worse than death”. Eventually he marries, has children and forgets all about the incident, then he suddenly remembers it one night and tells his wife only to find out she was the Snow Woman all along and that because he told the story to somebody she must leave and warns him to take good care of their children. The fate worse than death she mentioned was having loved someone so much and had her taken away from him.

Episode 18: Alright, I have an odd question....If they’re doing a manzai or cross talk routine, does Keroro play “The dumb one”? The way a lot of these work is that there’s one person who says ridiculous, outlandish things and a more normal person who reacts; the former role is called “Boke”, the same as in “Bokegaeru”, so it would be a bit funny if actually choose that part.

Also Keroro & Mois’ disguise names translate as “Blue Sky Keroko” (Aozora Keroko) and “Great Sea Mois” (Unabara Mois....Appearently it was supposed to be an N, I was surprised too). They don’t show up until the next beach episode, but Nankyoku Tamae is “Southpole Tamae” and Giroro’s I believe is supposed to be a nod to Cucuruz Doan, a character from Mobile Suit Gundam who only appeared in one episode which never aired overseas.

Episode 19: Actually, Natsumi’s reaction seems a bit much to me; Dororo was making the takoyaki properly and had good intentions, Giroro was actually helping children win at his game (Come to think of it, considering Japan’s laws about gun ownership those games are probably the only time any of these children ever touch a real gun), and they removed Kururu’s rigged booth from the manga, so the only dodgy bit was the masks (and isn’t the scoop supposed to be defective with the normal ones being slightly more secure? so wouldn’t it be okay if she fiddled with the wire or used it upside down? I’m thinking about this more than I should, aren’t I?). I’m fairly sure her reaction to the radio plan would also have been less if it had been during another show

Episode 20: At the beginning Dororo makes a statement about protecting the Earth’s environment after invading and I’m going to hop onto my soapbox and mention that he’d probably do a better job. Did you know there are massive patches of garbage floating in the oceans caused by currents bringing the garbage together? Research has been done into cleaning it but if we could even just remove the plastics that would remove one of the main types of waste in these patches, benefit the (at least) 267 species affected by the photodegradation of plastics in the ocean, and save both petrochemicals and the energy that goes into creating new plastics (To give you an idea of the difference recycling makes, by recycling one aluminium cam instead of making a new one you can save enough energy to recycle that can 20 times or enough to power your house for 4 hours)....The ozone layer is starting to grow back, so let’s keep going (If nothing else do it because it would make Dororo happy)

I’d like to point out as well that they had recycling in the Edo period (one example was shops that repaired broken pottery, which were so popular that for a year no new pottery was made at all)....On a more lighthearted note the Keroro platoon looks adorable in those little sailor outfits

Episode 21: I have to wonder about Kururu’s handling of the video: on the one hand, he did seem to genuinely be upset about it, on the other hand not saving your progress is more of a beginner mistake than you would expect given he does this work all the time (and the laughing when the phone falls in the drink could be taken as either finding it funny or that laugh people do when everything has gone so spectacularly wrong it’s the only way to can cope with it all). In other words part of me suspects that he did have a backup stored away somewhere and just wanted to enjoy everyone else’s emotional highs and lows. It’s also interesting to compare Natsumi’s more transformational approach to coping with the heat (change the air’s temperature so it’s colder) to Koyuki’s more adaptive approach (change one’s body temperature so the air feels colder by comparison)

I also really enjoy the second part (and I’m sure Dororo would have too if he had gone with them), though I admit I used to get vertigo from the bit at the beginning with the other motorists (Appearently it’s a Lupin reference) when they fly off the road. The end is adorable though, when they realise they were helped by Grandmother Akina (though the scenes when she helps them are charming too)

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Are Television Antenna Installations Still Suitable With My Way Of Life?

Little understood fact, you can schedule films for Redbox and they will be waiting for you and just you at the kiosk. If you are looking for blu ray dvd a particular film, this is certainly a plus.

With your Blu-ray DVD Gamer linked to the web you can access online streaming services such as Netflix, Vudu, Youtube and far more. Each individual blu ray 4k-ray DVD Gamer will have its own set of online apps. Then there is BD-Live content found on certain Blu-ray discs. BD-Live material is downloaded from the web and consists of things like online games, chatroom, live Blu Ray Disc commentary, deleted scenes and updated trailers. If you are not planing on seeing any online content, then go with a gamer without Wi-Fi ability. They tend to cost more, and there is no requirement to invest the additional cash on a function you will never ever utilize.

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The Samsung BD-P1500 1080p Blu-ray player is pretty much silent the majority of the time. My only problem is that when you fill a disc, you can hear the machine ticking from over 6 feet away. Aside from that, while the motion picture is playing, the maker is practically mute - Blu Ray Disk no fan noise, no ticking, absolutely nothing. It likewise has a quite quick filling time (10-15 seconds). A crucial thing to note is that the Samsung BD-P1500 1080p Blu-ray gamer does not support 5.1 or 7.1 analog outputs.