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Skuld smirks, "Well, she did just do nine rounds with tall, dark, and ugly. Let her rest. As for me, I will 'follow your leader.'"

"Black Cat has a point. Let her get her spare costume."

ENTER from HOME SWEET HOME

Kane walked out of another bar and stopped outside the doorway. Tired…so tired. One more stop to make, then he could go home for the day. Ugh, but he still had to meet with some of the guys later tonight. He’d have to go to sleep for a while once he got home. Neighbor usually made sure his little girl was fed and in bed, so he didn’t have to worry about that. He’d make sure he woke up early enough that he could spend some time with her before he left later.

He sighed, straightened his jacket, then headed off to meet up with his boss.


EXIT to FISK TOWERS







Tempo stopped running once he reached a bench in the park and practically collapsed over it trying to catch his breath. That huge SHIELD plane that Rosie had gotten onto was going down. He’d been chasing after it…where it was going rather…trying to catch up with it. But he could only run so far.
Still gasping for air, he yanked the headphones out of his ears. He’d tried going through all his songs to try and get a power to help him, but for once had absolutely no luck. He had fire, ice, healing, transformation, electricity, armored skin…just a whole mess of things that he had no use for at the moment.

Just had to catch his breath. Get his second wind and he could chase after it again. Hopefully he’d get something to help keep that thing from crashing. He had no idea if Rosie was still on it. It was SHIELD, so it was more than likely that everyone was already off of it. But still, he didn’t want to take that chance. That thing was going to do major damage even if it was empty.






After a few moments, Reaper finally had the fake Raptures away from him enough that he could move freely. Rather than rip them to shreds, which is what he really REALLY wanted to do, he contented himself with incinerating them. His special fire suddenly exploded under them and engulfed them. Once it died, there was nothing left of them.
Fangs bared, his attention shot towards the building Rapture had been on. He didn’t see anyone or anything. At least not from where he was. He could only see the edge of the roof after all, and he definitely had time to move from there. He scanned the other buildings, practically oblivious to anything other than looking for Rapture.
He soon spotted him, making his way up the side of a taller building that was quite a ways away from him now, and let out an almost animalistic roar. He had too much of a head start for him to catch up. At least by running after him. Now that he was thinking clearly enough to use it, he did have those nice little shadow powers that he’d gotten from the spider. Or those portals. Oh, and he did get flight and teleportation from his “niece.” Ugh, and telekinesis. Idiot! Why hadn’t he used any of that before?!
Well, forget that. He could use them now. All of them. And oh, would he ever. Didn’t see any shadows by Rapture, so teleportation or flight would be the next best thing.

With that, Reaper aimed, then reared back to launch himself into the air. His entire focus was on getting to Rapture.

Cat shot a look at Skuld, though it was sort of difficult to decipher the exact kind of look it was. Then she looked back at Spider-man, and the look became very transparent. Cocked eyebrow, flirtatious smile, and... "I mean, unless you WANT me to hang around looking like this. In which case I'm sure that we could negotiate..." Lightly, she reached out with a single finger and touched the spider insignia on his chest.

Cat raised her eyebrow even further, and then her smile widened into a full-out grin. "Alright. Later, Swinger," was all she said, though. The next moment, she had somersaulted over the edge of the roof and was swinging out of sight using... web shooters? At that point--as as side note-- it was very, very obvious now that she did have her cat-based powers back. Normal human beings couldn't move like that.

Spider-man, who hadn't even noticed that his mouth was open, glanced at Skuld. "Huh?" he replied distractedly, "Uh-- No, I--thanks but--" At about that point, he realized that his younger self, who was still sitting on top of the billboard, was laughing. Hard. "If I kill you, is is suicide or homicide?"

"You might want to take the lady up on that handkerchief," his double quipped, chuckling, "Kudos for retaining the ability to speak, though; more than I could ever pull off."

Spidey crossed his arms. "Oh, please. Like you weren't staring, too."

"Beside the point," the other Spidey told him sagely, "I'm 16. I can't help myself. YOU, on the other hand..." He trailed off into helpless laughter again.

"You know what? I have just decided that your opinion is completely beneath my notice. I was an idiot at that age, anyway."

Skuld elaborates, "I was on that runaway elevated train that you saved a couple of years ago."

There was a little bit a geeky smile for a brief second.

[The smile may or may not seem familiar to Spiderman]

"Oh, hey! It's the homicidal ladybug!" the younger Spider-man piped up, watching the fleeing mercenary with mild interest.

The older version shrugged nonchalantly, then called down. "YOU HAVE GUNS." He paused for a few seconds, then added, "YOU IDIOT."

Deadpool stopped and stared up at the building for a second, which almost got him blown to smithereens, and then hurriedly back flipped over the missiles at the last minute. While in the air, he pulled out his pistols, fired...

And they exploded, sending him shooting back into a brick wall. "... That..." Cough. "Should've..." Cough Cough. "Looked cool. Swear to god. Very cool. Ow."

Younger Spider-man just stared. "I don't even have a response to that."

Deadpool pulled himself out of the person-shaped indentation he'd created in the wall, popped a few broken ribs back into place, and started walking back in the direction he'd come. "Ow. Ow. Ow. Who makes Deadpool seeking missiles, anyway?"

Spider-man called down, "Anyone with a conscience and a budget!"

"I'll tell him you said that."

"... Tell who?"

Deadpool stopped and turned around, his expression practically screaming, 'Are you freaking kidding me?' Through the mask, too. "Oh, Gosh, Webs. I don't know. Who in this city has THAT kind of budget? I mean, even Kingpin doesn't throw money away like THAT. Why, you'd almost have to be KING OF THE WORLD, wouldn't you? Huh. And everybody's always going on about how SMART Spider-man is supposed to be... "

Spider-man instantly got it, of course. However, bugging Deadpool was kind of a rare treat; normally it was the other way around. Oh, sweet karma. "Ooooooh. So.... Why are you fighting Namor?"

Deadpool just stared at him for a second. "...Mephisto'sbitchsayswhat?"

"Huh?" Like I'm going to fall for that one.

"Dammit. That doesn't mean you're not, you know. You totally are. So... Nyeh." With that, he turned and continued walking. "Oh. You won't mind if I kill your arch-nemesis, will you? I was just going to relieve him of a few body parts, but those missiles were kind of the last straw. My feelings are easily hurt by that kind of thing."

"Woah, you can't just hunt down another man's nemesis!"

"... Oh... No?"

"NO! I've got seniority, and besides, if you kill him, then I can't keep agonizing over whether or not I have to kill him."

"... Ah. Alright then. I guess I'll just forget the whole thing and go back to being better at whatever it is that Wolverine does."

"... Being an angry drunken Canadian dwarf?"

Younger Spider-man snorted with laughter, and almost fell of the billboard.

"Yes! ... I mean... Without the Canadian part. ... And the dwarf part. ... And the angry part. ... And surprisingly, I don't have enough money to buy cheap liquor right now, so not even the drunk part. ... But other than that!"

"I think that's enough information about your dwarf parts," Spider-man said, holding up a hand to ward off the crazy. He occasionally worried that it was contagious.

"Hey. You know what? I look like RYAN FREAKING REYNOLDS under this mask, now. BITE ME. ... Without any sexual connotations whatsoever there implied. ... Sooooo.... I'm going to go... now. Just... go... off... down the road. Toward Oscorp. But not TO Oscorp, because we already agreed that it would be morally presumptuous of me to kill your nemesis. ... Yeah. Later!" He continued walking, whistling to himself as he absently checked his ammo levels.

When Deadpool's back was turned, the elder Spider-man turned to his younger counterpart and, finding him immobilized with laughter, threw a pebble at his head to get his attention. Then he jerked his head in Deadpool's direction, and made a web spinning gesture. The younger version nodded, still chuckling. "Hey Deadpool!" he called, "Is THIS morally presumptuous?" With that, he sent several globs of sticky webbing toward the mercenary.

Deadpool dodged. "YES--OW!" The younger version's webbing had caught him in the chest and left shoulder. IT HURT. "Alright. You know what? ... I'm very sad now."

"Oh, gosh, oh great guru, we've upset the crazy mercenary. Whatever shall we do?" the younger Spider-man asked with mock concern.

In a strangely mystical voice, the older version replied, "He must learn that all pain stems from attachment. Attachment to possessions, attachment to people, attachment to the ground... with webbing..." As he said this, he shot webbing at the merc's feet.

Deadpool got out of the way just in time. "Gandhi you're not, pal. Neither am I, for that matter. I'm going to go flay Norman Osborn with his own fancy suit. HE SENT TIGER SHARK AFTER ME. NOT. KOSHER."