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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2016 19:11:52 GMT -7
“Aw, I just do what I can, but it is always nice to meet a fan. You clearly have the good taste to not read the Daily Bugle. I like you already,” Quake leaned up against the wall, not anticipating such an audience to her attempt to stealthy leave the area of the people she left in shambles. So much for keeping a low profile she thought to herself as more Superheroes showed up and Spiderman paid her a compliment. The wound on her side was now causing her more pain then she was soon going to be able to tolerate. “Whoa, guys, lightbulb moment here. All of this craziness, gangs and crooks all piling out of the minivan like some kind of evil clown car? Who else thinks it isn’t a coincidence that his High Craziness himself Norman Osborn is going to be holding a rally not far away? This all strikes me as a distraction.”Quake thought about the Osborne Theory, it almost made sense Osborne was a bit of a megalomaniac. She was having trouble focusing or even responding. Quake was happy that Spiderman was more then willing to do the talking for everyone in the group. There was something about his voice that was familiar, she had heard it before, but couldn’t place where. “But first things first. Someone needs to make sure the lady gets the medical assistance she needs, so rock, paper, scissors on who gives her a lift home? Aside from that we have a number of problems to tackle. A pretty dangerous fire and some mugs I recognized as Green Goblin's men to name a few.” As he drew attention to Quake who was casually trying to leave the situation. She smiled at Spiderman about to tell him she was more then likely ok. Just then a very familiar face came from the sky and landed on the pavement. Quake thought to herself “great an Avenger, just what I need to stay dark…” In all reality Hawkeye was probably the best Avenger to show up he would easily be able to keep a secret and understood just how important espionage was in the world of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Care to amend that to Rock, Paper, Scissors, Bow? Hello, Spider-Man. Hello, Luke Cage. Hello... Enzio? Some poor sap nearly got mugged a few blocks down. He would've been dead meat, had I not been there." Quake smirked at the comments Hawkeye made and couldn’t help, but realize that the person in the red and metal was deffinetly resembling that of the video game character Enzio from Assassins creed. Perhaps they enjoyed Assassins creed or heck they could have been a real life Enzio for all Quake knew. She snickered to herself as he wound on her side ached a bit more and the blood droplets increased in size now staining the pavement considerably. The scarf that Quake had stolen to put pressure on her wound was now starting to bleed through. "I was on my way to the dock. News reports are going crazy about some brawl going on in that direction. But then I saw this little meetup... And I just had to. Of course, Cap would probably chew me out if he learned I was here instead of at the tower. But who's telling, am I right? Anyways, I overheard your little Osborn theory. I would normally agree, but something here seems a little fishy. Even for that guy. I say a little investigation is in order. No offense to the Man Without Fear, but he's seriously slacking off around here..."As he referenced DareDevil Quake remembered her whole mission of tracking Matt Murdock and soliciting him for help. This plan certainly had a damper on it with her current injury. "And you... Look, you can say, I'm fine all you want. It doesn't change the fact that you're bleeding more than an Ebola patient and you need serious help. Look, guys... I haven't really done much tonight. I volunteer to take the lady back home while you three do your... Web-slinging, punch people stuff. And whatever the Hell it is that you do."Quake turned to face the group of heroes that surrounded her. As she spoke the ability to stand or even move without intense pain was starting to creep up on her. She kept her tone steady as everyone in the group had in one way or another now commented on her injury. Quake was in the middle of a big dilemma she did need help, but also needed to keep a low profile. She knew for the most part that Hawkeye could be trusted as well as Spiderman and Luke Cage, it was the Knight who looked like an assassin who was questionable at best. “OK, so here’s the deal, Spiderman I’m pretty sure you have bigger problems to solve in Hells Kitchen then me getting myself home. Why don’t you and Luke Cage go find out why the Docks are on fire. I appreciate your help with everything. “Quake was thank full for Spiderman and his help. but she knew he could also help else where with Luke Cage. Now came the hard part talking to Hawkeye like she didn’t know him. The truth was she did know him and this was going to be challenging, if he knew her. “You with the bow, you can help me home you seem like you can hold your own. You know anything about dressing a wound? You’re not wrong about my bleeding, its quite intense. I don’t want to go to any hospitals or clinics though. I need to get to my apartment. Its a block from here has roof access and everything I need for this injury is there. “She then looked up at the one everyone was referring to as Enzio and spoke with a slightly softer tone. “I wish to know more about you, if you would like to help us out and come with us, you would llike”Quake lost her footing for a moment as she rested her back into the wall, making certain to not fall down or slide down the wall.
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Post by Rift on Apr 27, 2016 22:28:11 GMT -7
Wow she’s used to giving orders! But what she says makes sense to me.“Oh of course. Bug Guy has to go spin webs, but Robin Hood gets to escort the hot chick!” he joked. “In all seriousness though it sounds like a plan. If we don’t have any objections we should probably get a move on. All Hell is breaking loose around the kitchen.”Hanging his head in shame over the terribly lame pun he was quiet for a moment before clearing his throat. “Okay, tough room. But seriously, we should get going. Luke you ready for yet another classic Team-Up? I’ll be the Riggs to your Murtaugh, the Chris Tucker to your Jackie Chan, the…you know what? Let’s just get going. It’s been a long day already.”Cage meanwhile sighed, his expression one of asking the Lord for help. “Alright, we do this, knock some heads together and then we need to meet back up here and share what we’ve learned. Someone see if they can reach Hornhead too. These are his stomping grounds, maybe he knows what’s happening. These streets have always been violent, but this? Feels like something big is brewing and I for one want to know what,” Luke said. “Agreed,” Spidey replied snapping off a mock salute to both Cage and Quake. “And guys, be careful. Depending on how far off home is, that trip could be more eventful than you are expecting.”With that Spidey fired off a webline and swung off towards the docks.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2016 2:50:18 GMT -7
Time Knight’s keen eyes spied the droplets dripping from the girl’s torso and, especially after hearing her story, couldn’t suppress a small sigh. “My dear, you have a talent for understatement” She said, a small chuckle escaping her lips. That being said, Time Knight was quite impressed by how easily she seemed to be handling the pain that must have been washing over her like a forest fire; not only had she just been in what appeared to be a physically draining fight (judging from the beads of sweat, bruised knuckles and roughed up clothes), but she had been stabbed right through the chest. Most people would have passed out from shock by now, yet this girl treats it with no more worry than a man being harassed by a fly...curious.
Spiderman’s trademark humor began to show it’s spots here and she had to admit, it wasn’t half bad. “I was always more of a Highlander man myself” She admitted, half smiling behind the mask from the wisps of memory that drifted past her eyes; a faint clashing of steel or the vague image of Connor Mcleod dueling the Kurgan. Before the webster could counter her, Luke Cage swiftly cut in and steered the conversation back into relevance, which seemed to connect the right wires for Spidey as his head suddenly jerked up. It took but mere moments for the name he spouted to elicit a small involuntary sneer from her. Norman Osborn: presidential candidate, corrupt businessman and super-villain extraordinaire, the queen bee and his hive had been leeching the world dry since Jovie’s day, though it wasn’t nearly as bad back then as it is now...a lot of things weren’t. “It most definitely would not be beyond the snake’s repertoire” She hissed
It was a good thing Spidey turned everyone’s attention back to the injured girl; she was starting to grow pale and her breathing became more sparse with each passing moment. The arrival of Hawkeye the Marksman did nothing to alleviate matters, except maybe provide another pair of hands to help out. At the very least, he agreed with her on the bystander’s condition and he provided some pretty good intel about a downtown scuffle; she’d have to check that out afterward. The girl’s offer to him didn’t quite relax her though because 1. Blood was evacuating her bowels faster than Omega Class Diarrhea and 2. She can fly, thereby making her a faster mode of transport. With that in mind, she extended her hand to halt Hawkeye’s approach. “No disrespect Hawkeye, but I believe I can get there faster seeing as I can fly” She pointed out, brushing the cape back so her wings could have a mighty stretch across the street.
Already piqued by simply who this girl as, Time Knight was also enthralled more when she requested her to come along, wishing to know more. Ordinarily she would’ve given a slight shake of the head and politely declined - she doesn’t like to get wrapped up in people too much - but this time, things felt different, as if it was just the right decision to make at the moment. Either way, she needed to get her aid, so with that in mind…”As you wish my dear”
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 16:02:34 GMT -7
No way... This hooded rookie wasn't about to keep him from finding out who exactly the familiar girl was. Not only that, but it was pretty insulting for this person to act as if they were more capable than him. His pride wouldn't allow someone of less experience to take over as the hero of the day. Well... Clint wasn't really ever the hero of the day in the Avengers or otherwise, but he was somewhat useful none the less. Clenching his fists and giving a frustrated huff, he shook his head. "Nah, Ezio. I'm good." He said, a slight chuckle in his voice as he tried to remain calm with her.
He looked back at Quake, frowning at the pool of scarlet very slowly forming at her feet. Her condition was just gonna get worse the more they dabbled, and she only had so much blood left. Flying was surely going to make matters worse, being that sharp aerial curves and dives didn't tend to bode well for deep lacerations and cuts. "You might be faster, but flying around and all that coolness can't be too good for open wounds. I'd know. I've had my fair share of scrapes, and being sent back on the Quinjet wasn't too comfortable in the long run." He told Time Knight, shaking his head as he looked back in her direction.
"I... Learned some stuff about medicine during my time with S.H.I.E.L.D. I need to disinfect that wound and sew her up before she blacks out from blood-loss. I'll carry her back to wherever she lives, do what I need to do, then be back around the Kitchen in time to find out whatever the Hell is happening here. As far as you're concerned... I'd like your company. Maybe fly overhead, in case we get attacked by more thugs." He told her, crossing his arms. Pausing, he drew his bow and loaded an arrow into place as he heard shouting. "Over here! I see the purple freak!" A deep, moronic voice sounded out. "And... That's our cue to leave." He turned, firing the arrow. It separated into three, the projectiles pinning the thug's jacket to a nearby car. As the alarm blared, three more rounded the corner, charging in their way with monkey-wrenches and lead pipes.
Not hesitating for a single second, he put away his bow and headed towards Quake, picking her up gently as he hoped to not cause too much pain. He looked towards Time Knight and Cage. "Well... Care to knock some heads together while I get her out of here?" He asked them. Not waiting for an answer, he looked down at Quake. "Well... You know the way, yeah?" He winked, taking off into a nearby alleyway.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 18:16:09 GMT -7
Quake listened to Spiderman tell his jokes and his non stop talking. She smled at the quirps, there was something about him that made her genuinely like him. Everyone on the upper echlon of S.H.I.E.L.D. had their opininos of street level heroes, but there was something guine about him and even Nick Cage. Quake wished she had more time to get to know them. She also really wanted to know why Spidermans voice was so familiar. She made note to herself to research him when she returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. Spiderman and Luke Cage agreed to go to the docks and find out what was happening on the street level. Quake decided they all needed a meeting place that was not this street corner. She looked up between her labored breathes and spoke to Luke Cage and Spiderman. “Hey on 24th and 5th there is a highly secure apartment building. You can meet us there on the rooftop. That way we can figure out what is happening and work together. “With that Luke and Spiderman prepared to go their separate ways. Just then the one with the cape spoke directly to Quake. The one with the mask commented on Quakes physical status and chuckled at her own joke. Daisy had to admit, this person was not incorrect, but being an inhuman and a S.H.I.E.L.D agent meant she could take a lot of damage and still surive, that included a knife wound on her side from a knife that was being used to control her. Then just as Quake was about to speak the one in the cape told Hawkeye they could fly and that would be better transport for Quake. As they revealed the wings under the cape, Quake looked at the wings, they reminded her of many avengers, X-Men and other heroes she had seen in her lifetime. Quake spoke her voice slightly quieter then usual. “I think walking would be good.”Just then she didn’t need to waste any more energy speaking as Hawkeye addressed the winged woman. "Nah, Ezio. I'm good.You might be faster, but flying around and all that coolness can't be too good for open wounds. I'd know. I've had my fair share of scrapes, and being sent back on the Quinjet wasn't too comfortable in the long run." Quake ws in agreeance with Hawkeyes asssments of the situation, she couldn’t handle a flight. The only thing she could handle was a walk to her apartment while keeping pressure on her wound and that was questionable at best. Then he said something that made Quake both relieved and wanting to run away at the same time. “I... Learned some stuff about medicine during my time with S.H.I.E.L.D. I need to disinfect that wound and sew her up before she blacks out from blood-loss. I'll carry her back to wherever she lives, do what I need to do, then be back around the Kitchen in time to find out whatever the Hell is happening here. As far as you're concerned... I'd like your company. Maybe fly overhead, in case we get attacked by more thugs." S.H.I.E.L.D it was deffinetly confirmed this was Hawkeye and if he couldn’t figure out who she was now, he certainly would while helping her with her wounds. Just as Quake was trying to figure out a way to walk on her own another horde of criminals was coming their way. "Over here! I see the purple freak!" "And... That's our cue to leave."
With that the thugs found an arrow in them and Quake found herself swiftly being picked up by Hawkeye. Normally Quake would have fought to stand on her own and insisted she could walk, but at the moment she was uncertain if she could in fact walk. She held her side with her hands, trying to keep the blood loss to a minimum. Hawkeye had asked the others to take care of the thugs as her, hopefully the fly girl for support, and Hawkeye took off. As they made their way down the block to Quakes apartment she told Hawkeye the directions. Quake spoke with a quiet pained tone to her voice. “I live just up this way the apartment building with the gold door way. My keys are in the inside pocket of my coat, but there is side door in the back. You might want to use that to get in rather then the elevator. The door man will ask too many questions.”With that they made their way to the side door of the building. Quake painfully moved and got out the keys. Hawkeye had been holding her the entire time. With Shaking hands she opened the lock on the door. She spoke to Hawkeye and hand him a silver key. “I’m apartment 23 c on the 9th floor. “She didn’t say much more as the world went black and Quake had now lost consciousness. Her body was starting to go into shock, when Hawkeye arrives in the apartment though, he will find all he needs including enough fluids in the fridge to help her rehydrate from her wounds. All Quake could now was hope Hawkeye was fast enough to get her to her apartment and smart enough to know to look for the first aid materials that she kept in the bathroom and kitchen.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 23:28:32 GMT -7
Daredevil heard Angel give Porcupine a compliment as he landed next to them on the rooftop. He felt Porcupine look in his direction instinctively as Daredevil made quite a noisy approach compared to his usual entrances, which he admitted was more out of exhaustion than anything else. After a moment, given that it was Porcupine who managed to douse the flames, he nodded his approval. "You two better wrap things up here while you can and get out of here; SHIELD will be by any minute to deal with clean up, and you will want to be as far away from here as possible when they do, trust me," he suggested grimly before walking towards the edge towards the police, where they were knee deep in water roughly from this far up, he guessed. He attached his cable line and rappelled down to the police, and sure enough, Detective Mahoney was on scene already trying to help with directing people to where they needed to go. He landed behind him in his trademark fashion. "Detective,""Bah! Oh. Just you," cried Mahoney before straightening himself out from overreacting. Even Daredevil could tell he was admonishing himself for reacting like it was a surprise anything crazy happening in Hell's Kitchen involved the Man Without Fear. "Why am I not surprised that when a fire erupts that takes out the entire west side docks, you would cause a damn flood? The goddamn Mayor's going to be on all of our asses for this!" "Language," replied Daredevil, "And it's better that than body bags left out in the cold due to overflowing morgues," he added. "Yeah, yeah, you made your point, wiseass. Fortunately for you, it seems to be there are no major casualties on either side, though there are a few in critical condition thanks to that water tower stunt you pulled. EMS is tending to them now," said Mahoney, though he sounded relieved despite the clearly irritable words coming out of his mouth. "At least your men will wake up knowing they aided in the collar of nearly a hundred of the Hood's men as well as a warehouse of confiscated artillery from Mr. Negative," offered Daredevil. Mahoney gave him a look, but wasn't disagreeing. "I don't know how the hell you manage to get your intel sometimes, but yeah. At least we have that. We just collared the Enforcers as well as a local gangbanger group out of Harlem trying to make their name around here too on the way to the scene," Mahoney then shoved his fists in his pockets. "I don't like it. Last I checked, you're only one man, and a wanted one at best. You've helped us enough times, nobody will try to arrest you that isn't the Feds, but even you have your limits. That little stunt you were involved with a few nights back with SHIELD at Times Square? It's put the screws to all of us now. We got lucky here, but..." he said, his voice trailing off into thought. "But what, Detective?" asked Daredevil, genuinely curious. "You feel it? I mean it's been building for months, ever since the Shriek incident last November. There's a real storm coming; the kind nobody comes out of the same, assuming they come out of it at all. It's starting already here in Hell's Kitchen, and if rumors are true, it won't stop here," said Mahoney darkly. "Rumors?"Mahoney sighed. "Look, because you two have such a deep history, rumor has it Wilson Fisk is back in New York. None of my men have been able to find him, and the few deep cover officers out there haven't reported in for months. But I am saying this as a, well whatever I am to you, but you really need to be careful. It's not just the common thugs and the Feds after you now with the Kingpin back in the game," Daredevil looked down. So, it was true. After all these months, and after their detente had long since ended, the Kingpin was making a move once again. I think it is time, he thought, I had a private conversation with the bastard personally. "Thank you Detective," he said and fired a grapple cable and swung off. As he landed on the rooftops and began running again, he made a beeline for the one place he knew where to find information on how to find Fisk. True, deep cover officers were a good source of intel, but they were undercover for a reason. And so, he ran onwards, periodically swinging from building to building. If Spider-Man saw him, he would probably have shouted 'Copyright Infringement' or something to that effect. The irony of where he was going was now suddenly deafening. Not because it wasn't a place where information flowed in and out as often as a precinct, but more specifically, because of one man at it: Ben Urich. ------------------------------------------------------------- Cage was quick on the draw and clotheslined the two people coming their way right out their boots, flattening them. More were coming. "That's our cue as well, webhead. Ma'am," he said, also not fooled by her voice modulator. He had seen enough women over the years to know how they carried themselves, especially when weighed down by armor. He watched Spidey take to the swinging and he began to enter a full on sprint, his enhanced strength extending to his legs allowing him to easily keep pace with the wallcrawler. He managed to get to the docks and saw Daredevil swing overhead, but the Man Without Fear was moving way too fast for him to even catch up from the ground. "DAREDE- -" he began, but looked and saw the flood and EMS pulling people from the wreckage. "Sweet Christmas. Spidey, you go after Daredevil, I will see what I can do here," he said and wadded into knee deep water, the cops noticing him immediately. "Fellas," he said, and they didn't react. Smart. He went deeper into the flood and began to pull some survivors out and into the shallow area where stretchers could carry them off. Well that explains what he's been up to. After the third round of survivors, he pulled out his phone, which was still dry from the case he had on it. "Danny? Yeah. You might want to get on a plane back to the Kitchen, man. We got a problem here,"------------------------------------------------------------------------ She watched silently from a distance, eyeing the situation as she did her own stalk of the six blocks that made up Hell's Kitchen. First, the Enforcers, as she predicted, were now in the back of squad cars thanks to, to her surprise at least, Spider-Man. Though given their history, she decided to re-consider the surprise, so much as his presence in the Kitchen, long since claimed by Matthew. She continued on and saw a woman being helped by another woman with wings in armor playing at being a man. Well, her body language betrayed her true identity quite easily, pity. She spotted an Avenger patrolling the streets playing at being a crimefighter. It was Hawkeye. Elektra kissed her teeth at that, remembering she dealt with his best friend a week before. She was not impressed. And she was not surprised that Matthew's friend, Luke Cage, found his way into the Kitchen beforelong. It wasn't until she made it to the docks did she really have a sight. Sure the incompetent Porcupine was there, but then there was a Mutant, and of course Matthew himself toppling a water tower to put out a fire. It was the smarts and yet the reckless abandon that Matthew acted with that made her always drawn to him. A pity she would have to break his heart again. But, it was her life this time. At least, she thought to herself, she didn't have to resort to her more definitive measure. Sure, with Mr. Negative being volatile and clearly the Hood being just as disagreeable, it was more trouble than it was worth to just take Matthew out of the country by force while she nuked the city, but, at least this way the world would eventually recover from the loss and yet fulfill the duties of her contract to Mephisto. Another way to stick it to him, she thought, no longer caring if the demon lord listened or not. Elektra, however, listened in on Matthew talking with the police detective, being extremely careful with her magicks and her skills to not be seen by anybody, not even Matthew's own formidable senses. This was strictly reconnaissance, and she would keep it as such. So the men who attacked the docks were working for the Hood, and the weapons were from Mr. Negative's stash. He's not going to like that, she was sure. Still, it would motivate Negative to fall in line with Fisk's plan, at least on the surface. When Matthew took to the rooftops again, she followed suit, but in the opposite direction. A pity they were on opposite sides, as much as they moved in opposite directions. She wanted nothing more than it to be the opposite. But want and need did not always meet in the middle.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2016 16:27:27 GMT -7
"Can do Hornhead!" Said Porcupine with a salute, as he pulled more people from the water. He gathered up all the thugs together and made sure they were out cold as he handed them to the police to haul away. "Well despite the assault, it was a pleasure working with you Angel." Said Roger, as he offered to shake hands. He soon left Warren, flying on his jets back to his house, sneaking inside without anyone noticing. Taking off his mask as he walked into the living room, he was soon greeted by a carefully placed hug by his little girl Kalie. "Daddy!" She exclaimed, as Roger kissed her forehead before removing his battle suit, storing it in the closet of his bedroom, sitting on his bed with Kalie.
"So kiddo, wanna watch your dad save the day?" As she giggled and nodded. Porc laid against the back of the bed, setting Kalie on his lap and turned on the tv, allowing the two of them to watch the news report of the event he was just a part of.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2016 22:24:31 GMT -7
Warren had just removed another two bodies from the pool when Daredevil approached. He made sense, and Angel knew from experience that a SHIELD-run debriefing was never a fun thing to go through. Granted, for one who wanted nothing more than to be free to fly the skies (buck naked being a sidepoint), and sort of restricting military-style anything was a horrible experience to go through. With the police and paramedics on the scene, there were more than enough hands to finish up around the site; he wouldn't be needed anymore.
There wasn't anything more to say, Daredevil went on his way to speak with the authorities; Porcupine and Warren shared a brief handshake before they, too, parted company. Luke Cage had arrived shortly after, but he was made busy trudging into the deeper waters to save those who were a little more thoroughly water-logged. He sighed - there really wasn't any other way he could help. So his wings stretched wide, and he flapped away, high into the sky overlooking the docks. The fire had all but been put out, but had caused considerable damage. The torrential wave and the firefight had ruined what the fire had yet to touch; the entire facility was in shambles, and would remain so for some time.
Still, it was shocking that such a massive skirmish could break out right in the middle of the city. There was a time when a small group of thugs couldn't walk up to a jewelry store without being halted by a police squad before they could even act. Years ago, heroes didn't have this much trouble. The Avengers weren't stretched so thin. The X-Men were more unified. Those who remained independent did what the larger teams could not, but before they never had their hands full too much. Yet now... Now Hell's Kitchen was under siege by multiple gang bosses who vied for power, and it seemed that no matter how much effort was put into stopping them, somehow they would still manage to bring down large swathes of city with them.
Innocents were at risk, and for all the chaos that plagued this area of the city, it seemed hopeless to try and stop them. Invariably, someone was going to get hurt - in the worst case, death would follow. If only he had more power, he could -- but no, that's not what he desired. The heroes and vigilantes would need to work together in order to stop the war that seemed thick on the horizon; it wouldn't be halted by individual effort. If anything, Hell's Kitchen had proven that. He meant no insult to Daredevil, yet it was clear that the horned hero alone couldn't handle everything. Even while the three of them dealt with the docks, Warren had seen numerous other unscrupulous activities on his way.
It was rampant, like a rapidly spreading disease.
What could be done? Nothing. Not from Warren's perspective, not now. Things were getting too chaotic, devolving too quickly. There was no time to prepare. He could put money into making people's lives easier in this area, or perhaps even offering to grant the local authorities the financial support the government couldn't provide... But how far would that go? It was the kings of this board game that needed to be dealt with, not the pawns. The Hood, Negative - the ones of their ilk, they needed to be taken down. The police couldn't do that. Only the heroes could, or the criminals themselves. Warren wasn't willing to let a war be waged until one or the other finished off their opponent - the heroes had to get involved, one way or another.
He would have to think on it. In the meantime, he flew back to Murdock's office (paying little heed to that his attorney was no longer present, as it was later in the day) to retrieve his brace, and then returned back to the X-Mansion. Enhanced stamina not withstanding, Warren felt the need for a nap. An idea would come to him in the morning, he was sure of it.
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Post by Rift on May 4, 2016 21:23:11 GMT -7
Spidey nodded and snapped off a mock salute to Luke. “I’m on it!” he told him, already swinging off in the direction he’d seen Daredevil head. “Yo, Hornhead! Wait up a sec!” he yelled as he caught up to the Man Without Fear. “Looks like you have had a heck of a day too. Looks like everything is falling apart and the crazies are coming out the woodwork today!”In short order he filled in his old pal about how he’d personally run into the Enforcers stealing and wreaking havoc across the kitchen, how Luke Cage and a ragtag group of heroes including someone that seemed very military, very SHIELD had been injured in the initial hoorah. “So, any idea what’s happening to cause this villain free-for-all? Is this linked to the whispers I’ve been hearing about Fisk being back in town? If so, between Hammerhead, The Hood, Mister Negative, and every other two-bit hood with a gun, we could be looking at a full-blown gang war!”---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elsewhere, Near the Edge of the Upper West SideDanny Rand the Iron Fist answered his phone, grateful to see it was his longtime friend Luke Cage and not one of the folks from his board calling yet again to complain about the meeting he had missed. Stepping over an unconscious man at his feet, Danny leaned against a building smiling. “Luke my friend,” he got out before hearing Cage’s request for assistance. He looked around at the many broken bodies around him as he listened. “The problem goes well beyond the Kitchen, Luke. I ran into some…misguided souls while touring the site of a new business venture. Robberies, assault, arson and more in broad daylight. One of the officers here let slip that gang activity is flourishing across New York City. Apparently, our old friend I guess we can say to be polite, took issue with a gang called the Whyos in the Bowery and decided to pin their bodies to a billboard in the shape of a crescent moon to send a message. So, yes we most definitely need to talk. I’ll head to you immediately as the situation here has been handled. Somehow, I don’t think we are going to get paid for this one.”
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 19:38:08 GMT -7
Hawkeye nodded at the directions, running as fast as he could to get to her apartment so he could patch her up. Especially considering that she was fading quick. Her pained voice gave that away. Running through the alley, making a sharp right turn onto the street and spotting the gold doorway, he smirked. That was, until he decided to look down... There Quake was, the color completely drained from her face, as expected. He sighed in exhaustion. Great... Now there would be no way to get the answers he was looking for. She was sure to be out by then. Either way, he took off into the opposite alley, Impatiently waiting for the weakened girl to unlock the door. Once it was unlocked, he practically burst through the back door. He looked frantically from side-to-side, spotting a stairway out of the corner of his eye. He quickly ran straight up the stairs.
"I'm apartment 23 C on the 9th floor..."
The last words Daisy uttered before she went completely limp in his arms. Good... They'd be screwed, had Clint not found out her apartment number. But damn... 9 flights of stairs? She'd be lucky if she didn't need a transfusion, after all this. Once he was on the right floor, it took him a few minutes of sprinting down the halls before finally finding the metal number nailed into the wooden door. 23 C. He searched through her pockets, finding another key. "C'mon... C'mon..." He mumbled in frustration, gritting his teeth as he shoved the key in the lock, turning it. Success. He rushed in, plopping Daisy on the sofa. He then charged towards the nearest bathroom, searching in the medicine cabinet and finding a tiny med kit. He ran back to the living room, kneeling and stripping off any heavy clothing on her upper body. He then pulled up her shirt, exposing the wound.
It was a nasty one, alright... Whatever the guy was using to stab her with, it was small, but definitely deadly. It'd leave a nasty scar, for sure. He must have been coming in at an awkward angle, as it seemed to miss any vital organs, but the wound was jagged and had evidently been opened up even wider from the trip to the apartment. Well... Nothing left to do except makeshift surgery. He took out a bottle of peroxide, dabbing it on a tiny cotton ball before pressing it to the wound to disinfect. He watched as the gash bubbled up, wincing a little at the sight. "Sorry, gal... I know that must sting like a bitch..." He sighed, pulling out the thread and needle. Here came the hardest part. Stitches without anesthesia. He cringed at the thought, threading the needle and gulping before pressing it to one side of the wound. If only he had morphine, or something... Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he pushed the sharp point through her skin, going under the wound before coming back out on the other side of the gash. He repeated this process at least three times before pulling the thread tight, closing the wound up cleanly. He wiped the sweat from his brow, immediately getting to wrapping her midsection in gauss.
An hour later...
Quake, now in her bed, her midsection mostly uncovered to give the wound room to breathe, was placed there by Clint to assure that she would wake up somewhat comfortably. He also assumed that it was a better laying position than on the couch in the living room. Hawkeye meanwhile was at her window, which was wide open as he pointed his bow towards the sky, a strange tip on his arrow. He closed an eye, his breathing calm as he let it fly. It was somewhat normal, for the most part. Up until it exploded in mid-air, lighting up the sky with a bright red flare that spewed smoke from its back.
"There... Hopefully that alerts hornhead... Hopefully not some more thugs..." He whispered, stepping down from the windowsill and shutting it tightly. Even if it did attract thugs, Clint could take them. Or so he thought.
He looked at Quake for a long time... She was definitely who he thought she was. It was unmistakeable. The familiar face, the familiar voice... This whole time, it was right in his face, but he decided not to say anything until he was 100% sure. Well... Now he was. Her name was Daisy, and he and her had been close acquaintances in the past. Friends, even. When you work with S.H.I.E.L.D., it really is a small world. And even when she tried going undercover, there was only one Quake. What really gave it away wasn't her looks, or her voice, or even her suspicious mannerisms in the street. It was the fact that the real Quake was a fighter. Any normal lady would have bleed to death and died by now. But thanks to Hawkeye's makeshift first aid, she was still alive. Somehow. "Were... You afraid that I was going to tell the others out there who you really were?" Clint asked, sitting on a nearby chair backwards, his thighs on either side of the back.
He had no clue how conscious or unconscious she was... He just needed someone to talk to. Even if it meant talking to himself. Still, he had a feeling his words were getting through. It had been awhile since she passed out. Plus, she probably woke once or twice while he was jabbing her with a needle. "Now, I might be an ass, but I'm not that much of an ass. We know each other... Kinda. You didn't need to act like a stranger just because you're doing your little 'undercover' thing. Lemme guess... Fury set it up for you? The peaceful life?" He questioned. A peaceful life in Hell's Kitchen... What a sick joke. After a long time, he gave up conversation, smirking and standing up. "It was nice seeing you again, Daisy."
With those words, he decided to let her rest. Heading out the bedroom door and closing it behind him, he helped himself to a cold refreshment straight from her fridge. It was bound to be a long night...
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