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Post by Super Chick on Jan 10, 2022 15:23:28 GMT -7
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Typhoid Mary's telepathic intrusion into Natasha's head was disconcerting but not unexpected. Typhoid was the only one of Mary's three personalities that really got into the manipulation of mind play, likely due to the deranged playfulness behind her thirst for violence. In some ways, this was better than her Bloody Mary persona that seemed only driven to murder by an extreme hatred for men. Of course, it was only better for Matthew - not for Natasha. As Typhoid, Mary's lustful adventure extended her dislike to women as much as men, particularly when those women could be in any way construed as a source for jealousy. Thus, Natasha knew that her previous connection to Daredevil was only provoking this madness.
The words passing over the Widow's mind felt foreign to her often-manipulated mind. This may have been because Natasha never consciously said aloud in her mind the moves she was about to take physically. They came by reflex through two lifetimes of vigorous training and experience. Beyond that, having the thought pushed in to look at Matt as she was in the midst of the fighting, while very tempting, it was not something the Widow would do at this moment. A, Matthew knew how to care for himself and, B, Mary was far too much of a threat to stop focusing on her even for a millisecond.
The women paused in their assault of one another and Mary backed up a few feet from Natasha again. Nat considered her options and simply readied her batons again. God forbid she seriously injure or kill Mary, even if that was what would be best for both Mary and the world. No one would agree with her save Maria Hill and to even consider being on Hill's side of the argument fortified the decision in Nat's mind to capture her enemy alive. Call it a professional rivalry.
Hearing a sound behind her like ripping metal and watching Mary's eyes alerted Natasha to something coming up from behind her. With Mary's telekinesis, it could be anything and the Widow could only hope that her maneuver to evade would keep her from harm. Natasha leaped and rolled to the side, allowing gravity to aid in her tactic. Natasha rolled down the church's rooftop and used her boots to halt her descent atop the tiles. A TV antenna from an adjacent building crashed through where she had been standing. Nat didn't wait for Typhoid to redirect it to her path before she loosed a grappling hook just passed Mary's head toward the church's steeple. Once the Widow felt the cable catch, she would retract the cable and use the force to yank her forcefully toward Mary in an attempt to kick her and knock her down. If it worked, Natasha would land on her other side and attempt to again subdue Mary with her Widow's bites. It worked against T'Challa in his Black Panther armor. It would eventually work against Mary.
Or so she hoped.
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Post by webdevil on Jan 17, 2022 3:13:16 GMT -7
Blood began rushing through his ears, pain shooting up and down his arm, and sounds all around him. Block it out, Murdock. Calm. Think. Daredevil inhaled and then exhaled just in time for his Radar to pick up the chink of metal flying towards Natasha. That got drowned out by the mob beginning to form a perimeter. "GO AROUND THE BACK!"
"GET THE STREAMS GOING!"
"WE GOT THE GREEN FROM MR. D! GO GO GO!"
"BLEND INTO THE CROWD! GO!"He counted at least fifty of them. All wearing his face. All fighting in his name. Natasha up above, fighting for him. It was all his fault. He paused. He never asked anyone to do anything he wasn't able to do himself so why did people feel like they - - "That's the kick, kid,"Stick's voice echoed in his ear. "Attachments. You carry their weight because you bind your fate to theirs. You decided to care. That's always been your weakness. That's why you lose,""Shut up, Stick," he said aloud to nobody through gritted teeth. Who was he kidding, the man was long dead - another whom he cared about ironically - and yet here he was arguing with a ghost. Another ghost. Arguing with them wasn't - - He tilted his head, face made of stone. You old pool hall hoppin' bastard...Arm was still shot, fire escape was the best option. Fortunately he had a retracting cable and the simple fact he incorporated a ton of one armed exercises for such situations. Hitching his legs on the side of the wall and alternating snake coils on the cable, he began hoisting his way up. This method perhaps only shaved off maybe ten seconds and was more taxing than simply going up the fire escape on foot back to the parapet but he knew better than anyone sometimes those extra seconds meant life and death. He made it up to the adjacent rooftop just as the Devils entered that little alcove and began trying to try and boost themselves into the fire escape. He had moments, and from the looks of it, Tasha had even less. He took a few steps back. He had to intercede. He took a deep breath. One step. Two. Adrenaline surged, and across the roof he went into battle. He did not fear what came next. A Man Without Fear. OOC: DAREDEVIL'S LEAP WOULD COINCIDE WITH THE END OF THE NEXT ROUND OF POSTS FOR Super Chick AND Judi Strange!
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Post by Super Chick on May 22, 2022 22:14:30 GMT -7
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Typhoid Mary's attempt to impale the Black Widow failed, but Mary was far from surprised. Her enemy was not easy prey. If she were, then Typhoid would have killed her ages ago. No, the Widow was a worthy opponent given she had no special powers. That was what would make killing her so damned much fun! However, with Natasha dipping below the roofline, Mary would take a beat to finish the job. In the meantime, her eyes moved to the rooftop where she'd left Matthew. She couldn't see him from here, but he had to still be pinned to the church. She had done her job quite well before the Widow interrupted his timely demise and the Devil was not just bleeding out, he was wallowing in emotional turmoil and bewilderment. Still, Mary subconsciously began walking toward the edge as she reached out her mind toward him but didn't have the opportunity to get a read on his inner loathings before two boots connected with her face.
Natasha's timing was perfect even though she had no foreknowledge of Mary taking two steps in her direction. In truth, Natasha assumed with all of Typhoid's powers that she would have another trap set up for her. The WIdow kept her body alert to be prepared for anything and was pleasantly surprised when it was her original planned action that succeeded. So, continuing with Plan A, Natasha followed through with her powerful kick, lifting Mary's body off the rooftop and she landed on her back a good five feet from where she was standing. Natasha landed next to her and aimed her Widow Bites at Mary to begin more shock therapy. Sadly the wires failed to hit their mark as Mary rolled aside as quickly as she had landed. Natasha swore beneath her breath and pulled her guns out again. She had to keep Typhoid on the defense but would not put a bullet into that fragile mind even if it meant finally putting an end to Mary's misery.
FIring at Mary as she rolled along the rooftop, Natasha aimed at her legs to keep from landing a fatal blow. She saw blood before she had any indication from the madwoman that she'd been hit. Nat ceased firing long enough to assess her enemy's condition. It was a second too long as Mary looked at her with wild eyes and lifted her off the roof with an invisible hand around her neck. The telekinetic force she used also stripped the guns from Nat's hands. The Widow dangled in the air but had the wherewithal to use her Widow's bites again. As one, then another connected, the shock made Mary lose concentration and Nat dropped to the roof. She looked up at Mary from her crouched position and hit her with another bite of electricity. Mary's body shook, but Natasha knew it may not keep her down. She probably had built a tolerance for electrical damage.
Her mind raced, seeking her next move by scanning what was available on the rooftop. That's when her eyes caught sight of Daredevil's head as he arrived on their rooftop. She looked back at Mary, not daring to leave her unattended. "I'm happy to see you're no longer too tied up to join the fun, but you really shouldn't be here. I've called for help." Nat dared glance sideways at Matt and attempt to command him. "Go."
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Post by webdevil on May 23, 2022 21:50:06 GMT -7
Daredevil landed just as Natasha relinquished her Widow's Bite on Mary. Matt tilted his head in her direction. Mary. He realized he was still using that name and not her likely personality of Typhoid. He heard Widow beg him to leave for she had called for backup - makes sense - and he sensed the Devils scrambling over the rooftop opposite. He had mere minutes. He should just leave Mary to her fate. He reached over and yanked Mary back onto the parapet proper and leaned her up against the cross for back support and stood back. He raised a hand to Widow before she could protest to wait a moment: The Devil was speaking. "Mary. Call yourself by any other name, any other security blanket, any other whim, Typhoid, Bloody, whatever - you know deep down who you are. It's true: I have my hang ups and have hurt many people; but that is no excuse for you to use it as justification for taking out your own problems on me or anyone else. You are not on some crusade to write all the wrongs of the world because deep down you have told the world a long time ago where it can stick it along with everyone in it. You are in this for yourself. Your pain. YOUR ghosts! Give them names, pray them away, live in fear of them, but you don't get to decide I am to blame for them! I am done apologizing for your pain as if it's my own. No more. You might have been knocked out of that window, but what did you do since then? Oh you can sit there and lash out like this is some sort of sick sexual tension between us or lash out at all men indiscriminately because you were given a poor lot in life. NEWSFLASH: So was everyone in Hell's Kitchen! The difference is how you choose to live with it rather than cry about what you lost!"He didn't give any indication nor did he really care how rich it sounded in case Natasha was listening. He realized, however, that his finger was pointing at Mary with accusation. His Radar began to pick up movement and the sound of air being sliced as if from the tip of folded steel. The kind of sound that could only come from a Quinjet. Tasha wasn't kidding. He started to make his move and then stopped as he heard a whimper. The whimper then turned into a wail and ragged breathing as tears fell down Mary's face. It seemed Ms. Walker had returned. Good. Her words were illegible, her body language shrinking. He knew what he did, but he was feeling rather cold to her cries for forgiveness. He did, however, incline his head to Natasha. "Take care of her," Not waiting for a reply (he'd hear it anyways), he pulled out his billy club, cradled his injured arm, and with that, ran to the far end of the Church away from the Devils and began making the short hops across the narrow rooftops and alleyways afforded to him by the old architecture of Hell's Kitchen. In the distance, he heard the Devils all scrambling. THAT ONE OF OURS!?
NO I THINK IT WAS HIM!
HE LOOKS HURT!
IT'S FINE! PICK UP THE SLACK! PROTECT OUR STREETS! PROTECT OUR OWN!
PROTECT OUR STREETS! PROTECT OUR OWN!
GET ME SOME ROPE!
PROTECT OUR STREETS! PROTECT OUR OWN!
C's GOT IT!
PROTECT OUR STREETS! PROTECT OUR OWN!
BRING IT UP!
He pivoted, relying exclusively on his enhanced sense of touch to maintain his balance now as he realized how much blood he did lose that night. He managed to make a hop well out of sight of anyone and anybody, a wraith in his element. Nevertheless, there were fifty street hoods wearing his mask and armed to the teeth and only one Black Widow with the police being prevented from entering the perimeter by the mob. Whoever Natasha managed to call in, he hoped they were prepared for the violent unpredictability of ordinary citizens as opposed to the predictable trained assassins... -EXIT DAREDEVIL for a few posts-NOTE: FOGGY NELSON WILL STILL BE POSTING AS WILL BEN URICH!
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Post by Ysmir on May 24, 2022 8:04:20 GMT -7
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause."
The Quinjet soared overhead on autopilot, and from within, a dot amidst New York's night sky could be seen briefly gleaming as it exited. Steve was hardly a fan of S.H.I.E.L.D work; more often than not, bureaucracy got in the way of real good, and the ones left to pick up the pieces of the fallout from that were the innocent. But he had to admit, they'd gotten better in recent years, and most of the upper brass had the wherewithal to allow the Captain a great deal of freedom when approaching his objectives, ensuring he got the job done his way. It was a small sacrifice to make, but one he'd gladly pay if it meant the highest number of people helped per outing. Though truth be told, this was a different endeavor entirely, something not quite sanctioned by his superiors -- but he didn't rightly care. This was a call from a dear friend, an Avenger, someone he trusted. And when it came to his allies, Steve would move mountains if it meant he could make their lives a little bit easier. A good cause was just a bonus. With expert precision, honed by years of practicing this dangerous technique, Steve descended from the skies and landed shield-first on the rooftop alcove mere meters away from Natasha. The star-spangled disk absorbed almost all the kinetic energy from the impact despite the kilometer-and-a-half he had fallen to get there, allowing the Captain to exit in a roll that ended with him down on one knee. He rose, glanced around the area, and his eyes settled on Black Widow -- and Typhoid Mary, crumpled in the corner. Both of them looked as though they'd been through it recently. In the distance, a shadowed figure disappeared across the rooftops, and Steve narrowed his eyes briefly. "Nat," he said in greeting as he lifted his shield, nodding his head toward her. He took a few steps toward the roof's edge and looked down to the streets, where a massive mob kept the police at bay. Oh, and he also saw the denizens in Devil masks ascending to their position at a rapid pace. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together, but the cogs of his brain turned on autopilot as an image began to form of what they were dealing with. While he'd had no direct interaction with these lot personally, Steve knew that the Devils were something of an extremist group hellbent on protecting the streets of Hell's Kitchen by any means necessary. And in his experience, the kinds of groups that do things "by any means" aren't generally of the gracious and merciful variety. The tumultuous Typhoid Mary was anything but a Saint, but seeing as Natasha was apparently protecting her, he got the sensation that these Devils didn't want her to serve time for her crimes. They wanted to put an end to her chaos once and for all -- permanently. Unfortunately for them, that isn't the way the Avengers did things. "Looks like you're having all sorts of fun tonight. Glad you invited me to the party," Steve quipped in his mild-mannered way. He turned to look at Nat over his shoulder. He reached down to adjust the strap of his shield. "What's our play?"
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Post by Super Chick on May 24, 2022 22:33:46 GMT -7
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Natasha was unsurprised when Matt basically ignored her and approached Typhoid. The woman was crumpled on the ground, finally having collapsed after the Widow sent enough voltage through her body to immobilize two elephants. The seasoned soldier knew better than to simply walk up to an enemy who appeared to be unconscious, especially one as dangerous as Mary. The "man without fear" as he liked to think of himself was proving to the Widow time and again that it was not fear that would stop him someday. It would be the lack of acknowledgment of fear when it was wiser to embrace a little in a healthy kind of respect.
So she watched as Matt in his mask went to Mary and lifted her body to pin her to the structure. He began to talk to her in a kind of verbal rebuke, scolding her about how she was behaving and counseling her that she had no right to blame him for her choices. Natasha tilted her head and watched the Devil even as she subconsciously noted the jet above their position and the sound of a crowd ascending the fire escape. His words to his former lover-turned-villain could as easily have been for himself. Did he recognize he needed to take a healthy dose of his own prescription?
Matthew turned to her and commanded Nat to take care of Mary, for that was who he was leaving behind in her puddle of tears. Natasha gave a curt nod and he began to leap away just as Steve was coming in for a landing. Natasha simply spoke parting words as she walked toward Mary, knowing she need not yell for him to hear her. "So, will you live, Matt, or will you keep crying, too?"
The Widow was next to Mary when Steve made his hero landing, using his shield to make up for the lack of a parachute. She was used to this move but still enjoyed seeing a man who was technically older than her perform it. "Captain," she said in acknowledgment. She started to lift Mary from the ground but the woman wasn't making it easy. "Only the best for you," she quipped in reply.
Getting Mary in a vertical position, Natasha saw the first of the Devil cultists make the rooftop. She knew about these extremists from reports but had yet to actually encounter them. Perhaps she should visit the Kitchen a little more often if this is what it was becoming. "The play is that you intercept and I'll get this hot mess secured before she loses it again," she said.
Nat glanced up as if she preferred to get Mary onto the Quinn jet, but looking at the rooftop beginning to fill up with well-intentioned terrorists she knew she would have to go down. Nat bent over to lift Mary into a fireman's carry so she could move them away more quickly. She raised an arm to let a cable fly in hopes of sliding to the ground gracefully for a hand-off to the teams of police who were waiting there. She hoped they brought a padded wagon.
Natasha dared flash Steve a quick smile. "I saved the best party favors for you." Then her grin twitched. "Or, you can jump with me and leave these guys to think about their life choices."
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Post by webdevil on May 28, 2022 22:58:36 GMT -7
Foggy Nelson was on his way towards the 15th to pick up and handle Turk's bail and paperwork when he was barricaded from getting across his usual shortcut by a wall of blue and red lights. He knew what this was about and he recoiled instinctively. He knew he had his own part to play - had he not done so by roping in Natasha? Matt was fine. He knew it. Play it cool, Nelson. Matt's got an Avenger as backup. He'll be fine. Just go to the precinct and deal with Turk. It's going to be fine. Oh god dammit... Foggy's legs were speeding up before his panic could even register. Just stay behind the police line. It's going to be - - Yikes! Foggy had to casually blend into the wall and jam his fists into his pockets. He spotted them before he realized what was going on: He counted a gang of about a dozen of them. Stragglers from the looks of them, but they all wore really bad Daredevil masks. Were it not for the patchwork attempts at the suit they wore, this gang would not look all that out of place from a gaggle of skateboarders hanging on a street corner. Hardly as grimy looking as any one member of Josie's usual clientele - a thought that made him twitch; he'll deal with Turk in a bit. The gang took no notice of the overweight lawyer as they whispered amongst themselves. "Heard it from C: Avengers got her,"
"Avengers!? Nah man, come on. We ain't dealing with that!"
"D wants Mary removed. We can just block them,"
"And if they attack?"
"Camera's charged right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well?"Foggy turned his head away and let his eyes wander to the church. He saw a glint of red leap away from it and sighed in relief. Matt was alive. But his distraction made him run headfirst into someone and bowl them over. Someone whose voice of squawking protest was familiar. "Hey! Watch where you're walking ya fat shys - - Oh, Foggy!" "S-sorry, Ben!" he said, steadying himself and pulling reporter Ben Urich to his feet. Ben waved Foggy off and reached into his pocket for his lighter and smokes. He was a thin man, tall, and rather gaunt looking. He had a weathered look of a man far older than he actually was, having spent years on the crime beat for the Daily Bugle and now the superhero beat for the Pulse. He too was one of the few who knew Matt Murdock and Daredevil were one and the same and thus as part of that particular "inner circle" he knew he had to be there first and foremost. And he was not the least bit surprised that Foggy was there either. "Matt just tore out of here. His costume looks completely shredded but he looks like he's still doing his thing. Black Widow's up there with whoever they were dealing with. Can't see from this angle and neither can any of the livestreaming kiddos with their cells here," Ben explained, figuring Foggy was going to ask. Foggy's breathing lightened significantly. "Typhoid Mary. Yeah. I, uh, asked Natasha to help..." said Foggy sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head. Ben stopped with the cigarette in his mouth and narrowed his eyes. "Since when were you on a first name basis with an Avenger?" he asked with a suspicious tone. "Matt and her use to date. And her identity is publicly known, we all sort of became friends, it's a long story. Anyways, yeah, I was on my way to help post bail for one of Mary's, er, victims, but uh, keep that off the record, alright?" said Foggy, recovering himself a bit as he filled Ben in a bit on their collective past. Ben lit up the cancer stick but after a moment, merely shrugged and pocketed his lighter. Taking a drag, he looked at realized how far out of the line they were from the police and pulled Foggy in closer. "Rather not take any chances," he explained. Foggy raised an eyebrow. "Those Devil Worshippers or whatever?""Yep. A good fifty or sixty of them went around back but chatter implies there might be more. Their number is growing,""What, a bunch of college age idiots wearing bad Daredevil masks? I saw a bunch of them coming in, they're scared shitless!""I wouldn't laugh: They took out Jigsaw a few nights ago. Nobody's seen him since and rumor is Frank Castle's incensed. Rumor was he shot up a Bodega of Russians the other night looking for answers seeing as these, for want of a better word, thugs, started taking out petty criminals, worked up to organized criminals, then onto anybody connected to Wilson Fisk,"Foggy blinked before speaking. "Now why would the Punisher be incensed about more people killing criminals like Jigsaw? Dude's tussled with Matt more than a few times and he doesn't exactly scream as remorseful over all the people he's mowed down!"
Ben took a drag and eyeballed where Foggy's thumb flailed out. "Jigsaw's a marked man where the Punisher is concerned, Foggy. He's not exactly a "costumed" type but he might as well be one all things concerned. The public views him as such at least. But these guys? Well - -"His voice was cut off by several violent shrieks as the sickening thud of metal collided with the rooftop. Foggy and Ben reacted instinctively and covered their heads. Smoke and mortar from the rooftop drifted out to them. It sounded like a low yield cruise missile went off, but then in the blue and red light, something metal reflected off of them up on the roof that wasn't there before. "I-is that Captain America!?" cried Foggy. Ben squinted and put his hand over his forehead to get a better view. "Looks like it,"Then everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to react, only the officer standing next to them dived in front of Foggy and Ben screaming "GET DOWN!" Somebody - or somebodies - were firing pistols into the night air, battle cries and war chants took hold. Fear. Captain America was there to likely help the Black Widow, but now he was also the match that struck a powder keg. And they - ordinary civilians with no powers - could only sit idly by and look up as the world goes to hell once more...
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Post by Ysmir on Jun 1, 2022 7:52:15 GMT -7
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause." P-TING!An errant bullet, fired from one of the extremists down below, crept up over the ledge that Cap peered down and nearly struck him -- if not for his trusty shield. It absorbed the force of the projectile and allowed it to drop harmlessly to the roof at his feet. The situation was delicate; an understatement to be sure, but no less true. To Steve, their duties were two-pronged. Not only was their objective to get Mary out of harm's way and into the hands of officers for due process, but he also felt it was their obligation to ensure that the law enforcement could be left well-off enough to take matters into their own hands with these rioters and vigilantes. Not only were they horribly outnumbered at the present moment, but they were also overwhelmed. If Cap and Natasha left now, who knows how much harm could befall not only the officers, but any innocents caught in the crossfire? No, it wouldn't do right to leave them to their own devices. And from up above, who knows what ordinance they'd have on hand, improvise or otherwise, to rain down on the officers? "Go on ahead, Nat," Steve reassured, turning to look over his shoulder at her. "Get Mary to the officers. I'll make sure our friends up here don't feel too lonely."He took a few steps from the rooftop's ledge and stretched his neck. The Devils finally began to file in from their ascent, a good couple dozen of them by his rough estimate. No matter -- the less Natasha and the officers had to deal with, the better. "I'll catch up with you below once the roof's cleared."One of the costumed antagonists went to shout something, but the Captain wouldn't give him the chance. He leapt and spun, flinging his star-spangled shield at an angle which defied all physics. It sliced through the air and struck one of the leaders at the forefront in the chest, rebounding and similarly bouncing off several more targets with virtually zero loss of angular momentum. BONG! BONG! BONG!In a sprint, Steve launched himself toward the perpetrators of this chaotic night. He caught his shield in a mid-air dive as it returned to its master as though it had a will of its own, and when he landed, it was knee-first on the back of one of the thugs who was struck down by the flying disc. Less than lethal were his methods, but they sure as heck didn't tickle. "I'm feeling pretty courteous tonight, folks," he said as he stood, surrounded on nearly every side by the masked Devils. The one beneath his foot struggled to rise, but couldn't under the Captain's weight and strength. "So let's strike a compromise. You go home, hang up the masks, and we pretend like this never happened. I know you're trying to do the right thing, and I get that. But this isn't the way to go about it. There's never a good enough reason for wanton murder and mayhem. Please -- don't walk this road."
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Post by Super Chick on Jun 15, 2022 17:30:48 GMT -7
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Natasha waited to hear Cap's decision even though she already knew what he would do. Ever the protector, Steve would remain behind to ensure she got Mary to safety below while attempting to persuade the people in devil masks to go home and avoid violence. It was simply Steve Roger's code to try to help people even if they didn't deserve it and he would never ignore it. Thus, it came as no surprise when Cap answered the Widow with that confident tone of his, telling her that he would join her once the roof was clear. Natasha merely smiled at him as she shifted Mary on her shoulder in order to release the cable that would grapple the roof's edge for their descent.
"It is the way," she replied to her friend. They'd recently binged the Mandalorian together, so he was certain to get her joke. However, he didn't wait for an acknowledgment that he heard her. Rather, she stood backward on the ledge and let herself and Mary fall backward. The Black Widow began her rapid descent down the building's side, holding Mary secure with one hand while the other held the cable that extended from her belt. SHIELD tech was nice in that it held them steady, relying on Natasha to set the pace for her downward journey.
Gunfire erupted before Natasha's feet could hit the ground and the Widow instinctively let the repelling line out quickly. She freefell with Mary held firmly in place and only caught them at the last minute to keep them both from slamming onto the concrete. The officers made a circle around them, attempting to usher the Widow and her charge away from the center of attention and hopefully from any stray - or targeted - bullets. No sooner had the Widow's feet made contact than bullets several began pinging off of police cars and the apartment wall next to them. The Widow ducked out of reflex, tossing Mary to the ground and pulling her own weapons. The gunfire slowed to a stop when the shooter recognized they could no longer see Mary, but Natasha's eyes remained vigilant on the crowns and buildings around them.
"Get her in the van!" Natasha ordered the cop who knelt beside them. He kept his eyes on the crowd but holstered his weapon so as to help carry the limp woman. Nat grabbed Mary under her arm and pulled at her while the man grabbed her feet, all the while she kept her gun aimed at no one in particular as her eyes continued to scan for danger. They carried Mary low and near the ground until they got to the van at which time they picked her up to toss her inside. Another bullet pinged off the van as they did and Nat had a direction to target. She lifted her gun and found the shooter in an adjacent building's window. She aimed for a nonlethal hit and fired her weapon. It burst into the assailant's shoulder and he was taken aback, unable to continue shooting at them.
The Black Widow slammed the van door shut and continued scanning the crowd. Foggy and Urich were there next to the van, but as they weren't a threat, Nat ignored them for now because there were so many would-be devils wearing masks mingled in with what appeared to be a hundred innocent onlookers. Nat flexed her jaw. This place was a powder keg waiting to blow. They needed to get Mary removed from the site ASAP. She moved around to the driver's compartment looking for a driver. When she didn't see one, she moved back to the cop who had helped her. "Drive. I'll cover you. Take her to a hospital in Queens. She'll survive the wait, but this crowd won't!" Her eyes narrowed. "And for the love of God, don't say where you're going over the radio. Use your phone."
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Post by webdevil on Jun 15, 2022 23:09:11 GMT -7
Nat came flying down the side of the church with Mary under her arm so fast that Foggy barely registered the black against the brick and mortar. Ben held him back as several officers formed a packed circle to make their way to the Avenger - his friend too - and carry them over to the Paddy Wagon where he and Ben were barely feet from the back door. This also left them slightly exposed in terms of field of vision.
Then a voice rang out amongst the crowd that spun Foggy's head on an swivel.
"HEY! THAT'S FRANK NELSON! HE WORKS FOR FISK!"
"What!?" said Foggy in exhasperation. It wasn't that someone called him "Frank" (which alone was weird), but Fisk? Not for several years and not that he knew that at the time. Why would they- -
"Oooooooh CRRRRRAAAAAAAP!" cried Foggy as several broke off the mob and began rushing the Paddy Wagon. Looks like several were taking more interest in the ground level than by being batted around on the rooftops by the likes of Captain frickin' America! By this point the officers returned and began beating them back but Foggy still had to duck a baseball bat, as did Ben.
"The price of fame, Foggy," said Ben who also had to duck, tho at least he managed to draw a small .38 special.
"I thought you hated guns!" said Foggy, who began backing further towards where Natasha was loading Mary into the Paddy Wagon.
"Organized crooks and crazy people have given me new perspective on the Second Ammendment!" he said, the officer next to him gave a quick look as he saw the .38, realized who was holding it after a blink, and before he could give acknowledgement for Ben to use it, the gun went flying from Ben's hand into the crowd, where it was snatched in mid-air by some idiot in a Daredevil mask that came flying out of one of the nearby windows that strongly resembled a cheap rubber Halloween store mask.
"Nat!?" cried Foggy, but whether or not the Black Widow was listening - he wasn't even sure if she noticed she nearly took him out with the door of the van just as Mary got loaded up - she lined up a shot at the man who stole Ben's pistol and fired, nailing him square in the shoulder, forcing him to drop the gun. Ben reached in and slugged the man hard in the jaw, knocking him flat. Scooping up his gun, Ben retreated behind the line again.
"This is getting out of hand, fast!" Ben said, a note of fear in his voice. Just as that happened, the Paddy Wagon began to roll away slowly from them. Foggy looked around scandalized.
"You're not wrong, Mr. Urich- -"
Foggy's words were cut off by a sudden blow as one devil - this one fully kitted up in some red and black tactical suit version of the Daredevil suit with no DD on the chest - nailed Foggy in the back of the head and subsequently out cold. The man in the suit looked rather pleased with himself as nobody saw him coming in. Ben wheeled around on him.
"Foggy? FOGGY!" Ben cried and tried raising his gun again at the attacker. This "Daredevil" wore a sick smile on his face; the kind of smile of a man not relieved in their victory, but one who reveled in inflicting pain. Ben felt his finger twitch on the trigger, but there were too many officers and others in behind him. If he missed... He looked into the face again: This "Daredevil" wore the face of a man Ben had seen many times on the likes of Bullseye, the Kingpin, and many others:
A Predator's Smile.
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Post by Ysmir on Jul 14, 2022 15:19:42 GMT -7
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause."
Before she tarried off, the Mando reference was not lost on him in the chaos. But as Steve feared, his words fell on deaf ears. Deaf, and soon to be ringing. The Devils, with reckless abandon, charged Captain America even as he stood atop his quarry. Despite being outnumbered a couple dozen to one, their lack of coordination, special training, and teamwork meant that they were the ones at a true disadvantage. He ducked under the wild blow of one Devil and retaliated with a spinning elbow to his neck, striking a nerve and causing the crook to drop like a sack of bricks to the rooftop's surface unceremoniously. His swift denial of offense was enough to give some of the onlookers pause, but only briefly, as they all soon resumed their advance in unison. What followed was a cacophony of yelling, thudding, and the sound of metal clanging as Cap was forced to resort to violence once again. And despite what some may have you think, he hated every second of it. When the dust settled after only about thirty seconds, Cap held the last of the conscious thugs by the scruff of his shirt and lifted him to meet a steely blue gaze. "Who sent you here tonight? Do you have a headquarters?" Steve tried to glean whatever information he could out of the Devil, but the man only grinned through bloodied teeth. The grin soon devolved into a deranged laugh, and he threw his head back. Steve frowned. He dropped the assailant in due fashion, and his attention soon turned to something else on the night air. "FOGGY!"He knew Ben Urich's voice, and he knew that for him to be yelling loud enough to be heard over the mob below, something terribly wrong must have happened. Cap ran from the center of the roof to its ledge and looked down to the streets below, quickly scanning the crowd and locating Ben and Foggy. Foggy looked worse for wear on the ground, while Ben struggled to line up a good shot with an encroaching Devil who seemed to be using the crowd behind him as human shields... When he saw Nat had made it safely to the van with Mary, he decided to act. In his mind's eye, he calculated and analyzed the path between him and the Devil approaching Ben. Rearing his arm back, Cap spun and threw his shield at breakneck speeds, watching as the concave disc sliced through the air on the way to its target. As it did, he leapt off the rooftop after waiting a predetermined amount of time. Ben felt a WHOOSH! of air glide over his head as the shield soared above him, striking the Devil squarely in the chest! TWANG!The shield rebounded off the assailant as he dropped to the ground, then off the ground itself, and then off the van, all on its way to the Captain soaring from the rooftops, who caught it in mid-air when it reached its planned trajectory. Landing shield-first on the pavement below, Cap rolled up to his feet and stood in defensive posture between Foggy's unconscious body and Ben, facing out toward the rampaging mob. "Sorry to cut it so close. I was a little... tied up," he said to Ben, glancing at him over his shoulder. "Can you get him in the van?"
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Post by Super Chick on Aug 3, 2022 19:28:28 GMT -7
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She'd no sooner given her instructions to the driver of the van than Natasha heard Ben Urich crying out Foggy's name. The seasoned soldier knew without looking that her's and Matthew's friend was in trouble, especially since Natasha had heard the person yell at Foggy by his given name. Two plus two added up to four and Nat knew Foggy had just been hurt by this unruly gang of angry wannabes, and if Ben's screams of distress were any indication, Foggy probably wasn't even vertical anymore.
Natasha's eyes pivoted even before her body could, her head leading her body in a snap around toward Ben's voice. She couldn't see Foggy, but she sure as hell saw the ugly pro-wrestler with murder in his eyes. Unfortunately, there were probably five people between them at this point because the masked vigilantes had pressed the civilian onlookers into the van in an attempt to get to Mary. Nat would have to punch her way through if she was going to be of any assistance or even to get a better look. To be fair, she could have just capped the bad guy with a headshot - he was tall enough, for God's sake - but the native Russian didn't need that kind of heat coming down on her if it could be avoided. Additionally, the optics of an Avenger and SHIELD agent punching her way through civilians would be equally as bad for her work visa.
This left the Widow paused long enough to note Cap's awesome leap of faith and shield throw that resulted in multiple spot-on ricochets and provided the much-needed landing gear for the hero. The Widow saw Big Ugly drop like the swatted fly he deserved to be and her hands. She smirked and her feet hurried into motion. Pushing away the masses, Natasha strong-armed her way through the crowd. She arrived at Foggy the same time as Steve was asking if Ben could get Foggy into the van. The agent didn't even pause. She bent and scooped up her unconscious friend. He didn't look critical. That's good.
She carried Foggy over her shoulder to the back of the van. "Keep them back," she said to Ben and Steve (mostly Cap) whilst opening the doors. She deposited Foggy inside with the paramedics as quickly as she could. Once he was secure, Nat attempted to usher Ben in with him. "You should ride along. We'll follow when we can."
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Post by webdevil on Aug 3, 2022 20:55:51 GMT -7
Ben saw the action unfold within seconds. The shield, the tackle, and then the crowd parting as a sentinel of red, white, and blue fell between them. He had seen this kind of swashbuckling antics for nearly fifteen years and yet moments like this made his heart stop in stunned silence. He barely noticed the Black Widow scoop Foggy up like he was a bag of potatoes and made her way towards the ambulance. "Y-yes," stammered Ben as his senses returned to him. In good time too because the Black Widow threw him a hard look. Ben turned. The gun gave people in his immediate vicinity pause, but it didn't take long for him to realize their eyes were on the shield and its owner directly behind him. Captain America cut an even more impressive figure than even the real Daredevil and was decidedly stronger and faster than this mob's idol. His idol too if it got down to it, but he loathed the notion of being associated with this insanity. The crowd had begun trying everything, criss-crossing orders on what to do now. He wondered if Matt could hear this for a moment, because he sure as hell couldn't make heads nor tails of it. Ben looked over and saw Natasha call over to him through the crowd, her other hand helping steady Foggy onto a stretcher so the medics could secure him proper. Ben's legs moved automatically. Lead like. He felt his body shake in fear. The gun weighed heavy in his hand. He pointed it at anyone who tried to get to him and they backed up and began putting their phones in his face. Oh great, here we go... He thought. Jameson wasn't going to fire him over this, but his Twitter inbox was going to be overwhelmed with hate mail in the morning. He heard their shouts of self-victimization even though they were trying to rush him and the Avengers for crying out loud. He realized the tactic and immediately pulled out his own phone and began recording, the reporter's instinct. "What reason do you have attacking Avengers? Why are you dressed like Daredevil?"The fake Daredevils began pulling out squeaky chew toys that even in the street lamps he recognized as Fantastic Four merchandise and began squeezing. Some even began reaching for his phone before getting backed up by the pistol. This made them try to cover up and cover the camera. Beyond the immediate he saw some of the mob had broken off to try and set nearby cars on fire. He wondered if this was a distraction for the Avengers to get away from the ambulance and the police wagons. If that were the case, they wouldn't get far before the wagon - and Typhoid Mary - could turn the corner and speed off (as much as one could in Manhattan). Ben made it over to Natasha and Foggy, whose eyes were open but lolled into the back of his head. The back of his head was a sticky red amidst the shaggy blond hair. He was no doctor but that looked like a wicked concussion. Ben looked up at Natasha, her all-consuming look (not exactly Ben's type but he filed a note as to how he pitied Matt right about now) giving him a piercing and hard gaze. "I hope you two have a plan for this," he asked clinically. He realized he lost the cigarette in the commotion, and it would be many hours til he could get another. He also realized that the Devils were shoving cameras in Captain America's face now as well as those stupid FF squeak toys and using anti-American slurs as if to try and provoke Steve into another attack except this time on camera for all to see! - - - One person who couldn't "see" this, was Daredevil himself. He sensed Foggy go down, which made him make a step back towards the fight, but his arm clicked warningly and his legs gave way. Dammit.He could only "watch" what was going on now. He managed to make it back to the rooftop of his brownstone before his legs finally gave up. He sat against the skylight entrance, back first. He didn't have the energy to go inside. He couldn't. He couldn't go and rest while his best friend was laid out by an animal wearing his face. Well, at least Cap's shield made a beautiful twang as it knocked every ounce of oxygen out of that prick. He needed to call Natasha. He needed to see if Foggy was okay. He needed to grab his phone. It was at his hip. He needed to... to - - to... Sleep.
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Post by Ysmir on Aug 10, 2022 15:43:00 GMT -7
"You can't justify murder by masking it with a cause."
Steve watched as Natasha arrived through the panicked and rowdy masses as if on queue, knelt down, and lifted Foggy over her shoulder without a smidge of effort. He shrugged. "That works, too," he observed with a touch of dry humor. The Captain turned with Ben toward the encroaching crowd while Nat carried the unconscious Foggy. He held his shield between them and his teammates, standing resolute as he backpedaled, following Natasha at a leisurely pace but far enough away to keep the crowds at bay. Few individuals wanted to tango with the Avengers, and that much was clear, but they were certainly not quite out of the woods yet by any measure. This night was shaping up to be a long one. Steve wasn't stupid; he knew that now, in the spotlight, there'd be more scrutiny than ever upon the duo. In this sea of red, he stood out like a sore thumb; his shield even more so. And it was for that reason that so many video recorders and phone cameras, bright with illuminating lights, were being pointed their way. Some called him a fascist, some a bigot - he could have swore he heard a few call him a "nationalist pig". But despite their best efforts, the Paragon of Justice bit his tongue. Even when foreign objects found their way toward him at wicked speeds, the Avenger did little other than bat them away with his shield. He endured the verbal abuse with virtually zero signs of retaliation, only standing like a tree between the crowd and those he was sworn to protect. After all, he'd heard every insult in the book in his long life - schoolyard bullies, like these sorry folk, would never be able to get under his skin. Still, he saw past the initial wave and to the destruction and commotion in the back. Dozens of rioters were laying siege to a quiet neighborhood, and it made him sad to see it. More than that, it made him wish there was more he could do right now. But beating the tar out of a bunch of criminals would only achieve so much. These thugs, radicalized as they were, were merely a symptom of a much more virulent disease, the roots of which weren't entirely clear. Once Foggy was safely with the paramedics, Steve looked over his shoulder at the duo. "Working on it," he relayed, glancing back at the shouting crowd he still tried to encircle them. However, they were now closer to the police perimeter. That, coupled with Steve and Nat's mere presence, was enough to deter the rioters who wisely decided against getting too near the group. His eyes peering toward them, he spoke loud enough for Natasha to hear. "The police will have this contained soon enough. I think us being here and riling this crowd up would just get in their way. I say we act as a security detail for Mary, make sure she gets precisely where she belongs in short order - and that way, we can keep an eye on your friend, too. What do you say?"
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Post by Super Chick on Aug 10, 2022 22:00:57 GMT -7
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Ben Urich looked like his pet frog was being eaten slowly by a king cobra. Those expressions proved his fear as much as shock and confusion at the circumstance and Natasha wished she had the luxury to show more kindness. Sadly, showing kindness at this point in time would be a grave mistake and could cost him more than a bad night's sleep. What was necessary was to evacuate Ben, Foggy, and Mary as soon as possible.
As they were backing up to the van, Ben commented that he hoped they had a plan. Cap simply replied they were working on it. To be fair, she entered a fight to help Daredevil against Typhoid Mary. Nothing in that fight pointed to a future band of rioters armed and ready to enact violence. The irony of them wearing Daredevil-like masks was not lost on her, but that was for discussion when the others were safe.
Over the roar of chaos, including breaking glass and the smell of fresh smoke, Natasha heard Steve propose leaving with the van to escort it to the hospital. Nothing would have pleased her more than to intimidate the rowdy cowards and knock a few heads together, but his plan was solid. So she nodded curtly in his direction.
"Agreed. We're only giving them new targets for their stupidity." The Widow grabbed Ben's arm. "Come on, Ben. Into the van." Once she helped him in, the Widow motioned at Cap. "Are we in the van or flying high?"
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