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You instantly thought about running. About slipping away, finding Richard and dragging him away from this shit-show, by force if necessary. But then you considered something. The Green Beret still had valuable information that you needed to answer some of your pressing questions. And she couldn’t do that if she got flattened by that giant Rhino guy.

Reluctantly, you crawled along the ceiling, dropped back down on the other side of the car and grabbed the bag before slipping out through the door that the Green Beret left from.

Surprisingly, it really wasn’t that hard to evade the notice of the Russian guy with the horn. Once you were out, you began running at full speed towards the woman, pumping your legs inhumanly fast to cross the distance between you in only a few seconds.

Both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned sharply to stare at you as you approached. Neither knew who’s side you were on. But when you tossed the blonde woman the bag that contained her suit, she looked back up and gave you an incredulous look.

“Suit up!” you shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch from the guy in the Rhino suit. You didn’t know who this guy was, but something told you that letting him get his hands on you would be a REALLY bad idea. He’d clearly made up his mind about you from that little exchange.

The Green Beret stared at you stupidly for another half second, before nodding vigorously and pulling her suit out of the bag. There were a lot of straps, belts and buckles involved in equipping the combat gear, so you decided to dance with the big guy for a little while. It’d give blondie much needed time to finish her preparations.

Absently, you noted that the yellow tinge of her eyes had dimmed somewhat.

“Why. Won’t. You. Sit. Still!?” the Rhino snarled, letting loose a series of devastating haymakers that you either ducked or leapt over entirely. He might have been the biggest guy you’ve ever seen, but he was slow as an ox!

“Never been my strong suit.” you shot back, backflipping over a particularly dangerous looking pointy horn on the top of his head. “And speaking of strong suit’s, where’d you get yours from? I’d love to meet your designer. Do you think he or she makes clothes smaller than an XXXXXXXXL?”

All you got in response was a deep growl as he lowered his head and charged you, his horn aimed squarely at your chest. He never made it that far.

A disk shaped projectile flew out from your left and slammed into the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and trip. The big guy slid the rest of the way, and you dove out of the way before he could slam headfirst into a nearby train car.

Your eyes traced the shield’s trajectory as it flew through the air, returning to the hand of a fully armored Green Beret. She gave you a grateful nod.

(Cont.)

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The moment was quickly broken, however, when a beam of crimson light slammed into her shield. She‘d raised it just in time to block it, only being pushed back slightly from the same attack that sliced right through a train car in no time at all. That shield really was something else.

You turned sharply, and started advancing upon the Russian Unicorn guy, using your agility and a few well-placed weblines to avoid his projectile beam.

“What is it with you guys and your horns? Are you compensating for something?”

The Unicorn opened his mouth to fire back a retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You had already flipped over his head and planted your feet on his back. He realized too late that your hands were firmly gripping the horn on his head.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

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>>5252264

>>5252264
YOINK!

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5252264

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5252278
>>5252264
Fucking phone eating my dice...

>>5252273
>>5252279
>>5252281
Taking these. Writing...

>>5252264
Ah shit we're using webs? Big clue for our brother if hes still around.
At least we get to loot the bodies. Maybe we can convince the lady to give us the shield in exchange for saving her.

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>>5252279
>>5252281
>95
thanks for saving me, bros

>>5252284
He was bound to figure it out sooner or later. I'm pretty sure Hill would brief him on Spider-Man at some point, and it wouldn't take a genius to connect us to Peter and Vic.

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>95

You leaned back and pulled with all your might! The Russian reached up and grabbed your arm, and by God did he have a monstrous grip for a guy his size. But then again, so did you.

You pulled even harder, hearing the groaning of metals, the grinding of wires, and finally…a sharp snap!

His hands fell away as you hopped off of his back, and he began clutching his head painfully. You glanced down at the red shard of metal that you held in your hand. It actually came off a little easier than you thought it would.

Well, that wasn’t too ba-

The Russian man screamed as he turned to face you, and multiple beams of energy shot out from his forehead in a continuous stream! Except, none of them ever came directly at you. Instead, they were sweeping the entire areas, slicing through train cars, rusted train tracks and just about everything that they came into contact with.

He didn’t seem to have any control over where they went, or how focused the beams were. If you didn’t stop him, then he might hit Rich!

“I’ve REALLY gotta stop breaking things!” you hissed, taking a moment to chastise yourself.

What will you do?

>Jam the pointy end of the horn through his eye.
>Fire a silver bullet through the hole in his helmet.
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
>Write-in.

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>>5252339
>>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.

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>>5252339
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
His exosuit seems to have sustained critical damage. My advice? BEGIN PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE!

>>5252339
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.

So. We really voted to break not!Cyclops' not!glasses, huh.

>>5252339
>>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.

>>5252339
>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.
Wombo Combo.

>>5252384
+1

>>5252353
>>5252372
>>5252374
>>5252384
>>5252392
Writing...

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Looking for a place to put the broken horn, you slide it into your sleeve and web it to your forearm. Noticing this, the Russian man’s rage seemed to boil over, as he charged you. But much like his companion, this guy was far too slow to lay hands on you, even on a bad day.

You easily sidestepped his advance and proceeded to leap towards the Rhino. Not having anything to swing on was seriously annoying, but that didn’t mean that you were completely limited in your options.

You bounced from train car to train car, expertly avoiding any stray lasers that might’ve accidentally come close to hitting you. Once again, both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned in horror to see you bringing a storm of superheated plasma right to them.

Blondie immediately brought up her shield, allowing more than a few of the Unicorn’s beam to bounce off of it. The Rhino, on the other hand, was not nearly as lucky. His thick arms could only cover so much, and the crimson beams scorched pummeled his armor at multiple angles.

“Excuse me! Coming through!” you announced as you flipped right over the Rhino. The Unicorn realized what he was doing too late. His partner was already eating the full brunt of his unfocused attack.

The Rhino, clearly annoyed by this development, took a swipe at him, and the Unicorn just barely managed to avoid a hit that probably could’ve taken his head off. Now they were both agitated.

“Now that wasn’t nice.” you put in, firing a web at the Unicorn’s chest and yanking him closer to the Rhino. ”You two should kiss and make up!”

The two slammed into one another, and you wasted no time in gluing them together with several thick layers of webbing. All the while, the Unicorn was blasting away at his partner’s chest, simultaneously hurting himself and catching his buddy in the crossfire. They screamed and writhed like that for about a minute, neither of them thinking to tear at the webbing that was keeping them together.

A translucent wave of energy shot from the two of them, slamming into you and knocking you to the ground. The Green Beret just put up her shield and blocked the whole thing. That made you a bit angry.

Dazed and aching all over, you groaned and rolled onto your stomach. You vaguely heard the sound of crunching footsteps as someone walked over to you, and a gloved hand entered your field of vision.

You looked up to find the Green Beret standing over you. You regarded her silently for a moment, before taking her hand and letting her pull you onto your feet. You guess those muscles aren’t just for show.

She gave you a hard pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for the save. That was…actually pretty smart.” she said, a voice processor making her voice indistinguishable from that of a stoic tough guy.

You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”

(Cont.)

You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”

She released you and took a few steps back, giving you an appraising look. “Did the…did the Goblin send you?” she asked, sounding slightly nervous for some reason.

What will you say?

>”Yeah. He heard that these guys were coming to ambush you, and he thought you could use the help.”
>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”
>Write-in.

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>>5252461
>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."

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>>5252461
>Write-in.
PUNCH HER IN THE FACE AND GRAB HER SHIELD

>>5252461
>>5252468
Support, but also >>5252469
Maybe not punch, but pepperball, or web her up. Go go chaotic neutral spiderman.

>>5252461
POCKET SAND

Do we try to capture her and the Ruskies for SHIELD? I mean, she knows our power now, we can't let it get back to Gobbie too easily. Also, she knows things about the loose spiders that would be good to interrogate out of her extensively.

>>5252461
>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
>"Not that I'm exactly on good terms with Oscorp either..."
>"Ya know, you're pretty good with that shield. You trying to be a Captain America cosplayer or something?"

>>5252477
We could just persuade her to let us have it.
We've already made a great first impression, and it's not like there aren't plenty of obvious reasons to ditch the thing given what just happened.

>>5252482
I will admit that this is not a bad idea, and that I do find it a shame to throw amazon!Gwen to the glowies, but... It's still more pragmatic in the end.

>>5252483
I'm not even saying we deliver her to the feds like Chinese takeout.
I'm saying we just explain exactly how bad things will (probably) get as long as she keeps clinging to that shield.
More to the point, if she's got the skills and physical ability of a super soldier, she might not need it.
Worst case scenario, we can help her find a replacement.

>>5252489
I understand what you're saying anon, I just prefer my way of doing things.

>>5252497
We do that, and we piss off Gobby.
We've already fucked with Oscorp, no reason to start taking shots from both sides on that one.
Then there's also the fact that she's probably important as far as our investigation into the super spiders is concerned.
If we can get her to work with us willingly, it'd probably go a long way towards solving that mystery.

>>5252500
She won't be talking to the Goblin from inside the Raft or the Helicarrier, and she'll give us all the info we need if we talk to Hill about the errant spider problem as having us solve that little problem for her completely aligns with her interests and will in fact earn us even more brownie points. In other words, her consent doesn't matter if we have her in a cell.

You're better off making your arguments on a more personal level, because selling her out wins out on all the nonpersonal ones.

>>5252461
>>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”

>>5252461
>>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”

>>5252468
support

>>5252468
>Support
>>5252461
>Anyway, you should give that shield to me, the russians are not the only ones foing after it in force. Also, it plus the super soldier serum is going to me Captain America sue you.

>>5252771
No idea how "make" turned into "me".

>>5252468
>>5252474
>>5252754
>>5252771
>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."

Writing...

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“No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was so juicy that I didn’t even have time to properly suit up.” you said easily. “Anyway, that’d make us even.”

The tension in the Green Beret’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she began to look around, taking in the carnage before her. And then, out of nowhere, she whirled back to where her chem lab had been, and she broke out into a full sprint. You had to admit, the girl was fast. Probably about as fast as you…

You followed her, and found the Green Beret taking stock after the Unicorn destroyed her lab. Her sensitive equipment had been completely destroyed, the contents of her beakers, vials and flasks had either evaporated or spilled onto the floor. It looked like her laptop had taken some hefty damage, but the hard drive might still be salvageable.

The Green Beret slammed her fist into the metal table, putting a sizeable dent into it as her blow warped the metal around her hand. It looked like those pills that she’d received from Jack had also gotten destroyed, for the most part.

She started glancing around the room for anything that might be salvaged, when her gaze locked onto something on the floor. Slowly, she turned around, walked over to it, knelt down and picked it up. It was a tiny scrap of a polaroid print. A picture, ruined forever.

She clenched her fist so tightly that you thought her knuckles might pop.

Suddenly, someone ran up behind you, and you both turned to see Richard, breathing heavily. He had a bruise on his head, his clothes were stained with dirt…and he had a gun in his hand. So he DID have one!

Your little brother’s eyes met the Green Beret’s, and they both had a very tense, and very silent moment where neither of them knew what would happen next.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Green Beret rose to her feet, picked up her ruined laptop and shoved it into her bag. Both you and Richard moved aside as she hopped out of the gaping hole in the train car and began walking back towards the downed pair.

Your brother’s hands twitched, but he decided against doing anything rash. He gave you a warning look that told you he wasn’t terribly comfortable with being this close to his target.

It would seem that you would have to make a decision here.

What will you do?

>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.
>Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.
>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)
>Write-in.

>>5253007
>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)
>"What's with all the chemistry equipment? You never struck me as an egg-head."
>"How'd you come across that shield? Was it on sale?"
>"Why did you end up teaming with Gobby in the first place?"
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.

>>5253007
>>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.

>>5253007
>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.

Can someone remind me what's our relationship to the green goblin? didn't he try to kill us, or unintentionally kill us?

>>5253007
>outside Beret's hearing range: "Rich, real quick, whom are you working for? And did you call anyone over on this here?"
>Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.
whatever all this weaponry here is, it's too big of a payday to miss out on.
also:
>keep blondie from contacting anyone else

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>>5253007
>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
Should we try to take the shield right now? I'm just afraid of fucking up. We'll be able to find her again, right?

>>5253007

>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.

Take the shield get Gwen's number ask her to dinner and get hill to pick up the horny bros

I want an ending which allows us to not have her identity revealed to SHIELD and have her as a chemist contact.
So we need to outnumber her and have her tell us her sob story on why she's working with Gobbie.
She said >“Did the…did the Goblin send you?" while sounding nervous, so I don't think she's too keen on working with him

So...
>call in our reinforcements
>convince her to fake her being overwhelmed by the russians
>put her under our own witness protection for a while
>deliver the russians to SHIELD
>and so that the rest of SHIELD doesn't notice, deliver the shield to Hill, so the shield delivery remains under SHIELDs radar while we remain a denyable asset
and hope Richard cooperates

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>>5253275
+1 to this. Not really sure what else to do here. Feels like shit could go really bad if with Goblin, SHIELD, and our brother involved.

>>5253275
I'll back this

>>5253007
>>5253275
only seeing the best outcome for us doesn't mean it's achievable...
but
+1,hope this works

>>5253275
>>5253284
>>5253334
>>5253347
I should clarify this was in addition to >>5253169

>>5253284
>>5253347
I feel you

>>5253275
+1

>>5253007
>Lady, I'll be honest, I fot hired to get that shield. Thing is, I rather bot make enemies out of Green Goblin, that bit about the favor was true.
>It's not only the russians that are after it, and as soon as other people find out about your super soldier serum, there are going to be even more hits. So how about you get rid of one of your own headaches?
>We just fake a fight, I fake selling it on the black market, and it's not our problem anymore. I couls blackmail you of your identity and work too, but that's a dick move.

>>5253369
Forgot this
>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.

I'm between >>5253275 and >>5253369. In the first we're going to lie to her but make our objective, but still that's going to be a little suspicious for SHIELD in how or why this two super russians we're here and the bunch of destroyed chemical instruments

In the second we're a honest person about this, but because we don't know what's her real problem and why she's doing it, we don't know the stakes and how possible is for her to actually give us the shield and run out everyone happy. Plus the added danger of giving the pill while we don't know if that's the supersoldier suerum and she has to take one to keep the benefits, or if it saves her from something worse thanks to the serum

>>5253402
Lying is more in-character for Ben

>>5253169
>>5253275
>>5253284
>>5253334
>>5253357
>>5253347
Taking these. Writing...

There are some very interesting write-ins coming out of this scenario. Keep it up, anons!

>>5253421
it all hinges on Ben's and the woman's (Gwen?) true allegiance and if they are willing to play ball
which... I don't like my chances if I'm being honest

>>5253421
Oh boy.

>>5253424
I assume Gwen got fucked over by Oscorp, same as The Goblin, but he holds leverage over her somehow.
My guess is he controls whatever's left of the pills made during Gwen's time at the company.
As for Ben? While we're not on great terms with SHIELD, we're not bad terms either.
This is certainly the last freebie we give them though.

>>5253450
If she's being controlled by a pill supply and was trying to replicate them on her own to free herself from Gobbie's influence, handing her and the pills over to SHIELD and convincing them to let Cho and other nerds replicate it would be a decent way to resolve her problem. She'd be controlled by SHIELD instead of that psycho, which is a clear upgrade.

It would be even better if we actually freed her somehow but we don't really know any trustworthy chemists who would help us.

Maybe I should have voted to ask her about this instead of just punching her in the snout, but oh well.

>>5253450
>Gwen got fucked over by Oscorp
Oh shit we're doing sins past?

>>5253493
Not if I can help it!

>>5253463
If she's controlled by the pill i would like to directly ask Cho if he can make this one under the radar of Hill.

Or it might be because Gobbie have the kid in the destroyed picture as hostage, which it means our offer won't work

>>5253516
Did we manage to take a picture of the photo before it got burned? It might be a pleasant surprise to duplicate a finer copy for her.

>>5253516
you can!

>>5253520
Yep. Ben took a couple pictures of it when he was skulking around.

>>5253529
Sweet. We can give her a copy for brownie points, depending on what she says during her sob story.

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“Rich, real quick, who are you working for again?” you asked your brother in a hushed tone. “And did you call anyone over on this mission?”

Richard shook his head. “I already told you. I can’t give out any names. And no, I’m running solo on this one.” he replied, before taking a moment to consider something. “At least…I was.”

You nodded and pulled out your cell. You weren’t entirely sure who would be available, but just in case, you texted the location to every Desperado and awaited confirmation. You should probably also page Hill so she could send someone to pick these two up. If you ever got your hands on that shield, then you could arrange to have it delivered to Hill personally.

In the meantime, you were gonna have to find a way to keep the Green Beret here until backup arrived.

You sighed internally, before putting your phone away and approaching the woman that was causing all this trouble. She turned to face you, but she didn’t seem immediately hostile. That might change when she sees that you’re planning to have her surrounded.

One step at a time, Parker. One step at a time.

“I’m gonna need you to lie low for a while.” you said.

She tilted her head slightly, but her expression was impossible to discern when she wore that mask and visor.

“You think those guys are gonna come after me again?” she asked.

“Considering how you’ve got a Russian National Treasure in your possession? Yeah, I’d say that you should expect more unwelcome company from now on.”

The Green Beret turned to stare at her shield, as if she was just now seeing it for the first time. Did she not know? How’d she even get her hands on it in the first place?

“Fuck me…” she groaned. “They’re not gonna start a war over this thing, are they?”

You shrugged. “Probably not a public one, but you can bet that they’re gonna keep sending people after it until they get what they want.”

She nodded slowly and fixed her gaze on you. “You think I should get rid of it.” she said, not phrasing it as a question. “How did you plan on getting it back to them? Something tells me this thing won’t make it past TSA.”

“You let me worry about that.” you said. “For now, we should get you somewhere safe. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that the Russians got to you.”

She shook her head and tore her mask off, letting her long blonde hair spill out over her shoulders. Her eyes were now indistinguishable from that of a normal young woman’s. There wasn’t a hint of yellow in her eye’s sclera. “What’s the point in laying low if you’re already planning on giving the shield back?”

(Cont.)

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“I’m using my own channels. Not everyone’s gonna get the message as soon as I hand it in.” you said. “These guys have already seen your face, and they managed to follow you here without much of an issue. You can’t just assume that they’ll stop coming after you immediately.”

She grimaced, but reluctantly nodded her agreement. “Dammit! I must’ve been set up.” she concluded, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.

“What makes you say that?” you asked.

She lifted the shield and waved it around in the air. Every time it moved, you could hear this strange humming noise. Like a tuning fork that was constantly vibrating. “Because…the Goblin gave me this.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. “He stole it from Russia?”

“I don’t know how he got it or why he had it. He just said that he thought it’d be useful to me.” she said. “I thought it was weird, but I didn’t think it’d bring Russian spies knocking on my door. He must’ve been suspicious of me from the beginning.”

“Speaking of spies, what do you think abou-”

You turned to address your brother…only to find him gone! Where’d he go?

Blondie seemed to catch on too, because she was now glancing around the area, hoping to find some sign of where Richard had gone.

“Shit! Did the Russians get him?” you thought aloud.

“You check that end. I’ll look this way.” the Green Beret said, running off in the opposite direction. She didn’t look like she was lying, but you decided to keep an eye on her just in case.

—-----

To her credit, Blondie didn’t run off. She actually stayed to help you look for your brother. It made you feel bad about the fact that you’d called up your friends to ambush her. Sometime during your search, you got texts from Prowler and Flint saying that they were almost there. You’d also received a confirmation from Hill that forced you to expedite your search efforts. This place was going to be crawling with S.H.I.E.L.D agents soon.

But all of those thoughts left your mind when you stepped on a fleshy mask of some sort. You knelt down to pick it up and…your breath caught.

You absently registered the sound of heavy footsteps behind you.

“Did you find anything over-” Blondie began. She paused suddenly, frowning at the thing in your hands. “What…what is that…?”

You didn’t reply. All of your attention was fixed solely upon the empty sockets of your brother’s face. There was no body, and no blood. Only a face.

It took you far longer than you cared to admit to realize that it was made of latex. It was a mask. But…if this was here, then that meant…

A chill ran down your spine, and your mouth went dry. You felt like throwing up.

Who the fuck had you just spent the entire day with!? Where’s your brother!?

(Cont.)

The distant hum of Helicarrier shuttles broke you out of your trance. Blondie patted you hard on the shoulder.

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” she exclaimed.

You head still felt like it was spinning, but you knew that she was right. Neither of you could be here when those two bozos got picked up.

Where will you take the Green Beret?

>Take her back to your hideout.
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.
>Let her take shelter in Cindy’s old house for now.
>Write-in.

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>>5253588
Take her back to the hideout

>>5253588
What ever the case is, take the mask with us and see if we can get an egg head to run a DNA scan on it. Who or whatever was impersonating our brother needs to die before they can spill the beans to their bosses. If they tell anyone, our civilian identity and everyone related to us is FUCKED! Give the mask to shield and see what they can make of it.

>>5253588
>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.

>>5253592
We dont trust her entirely yet and haven't heard her sob story. Plus maybe the Goblin might had bugged her suit with a GPS tracking device. I dont want to risk bringing her back to our base of opperations.

>>5253594
Well then she can take off her suit

>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
+>>5253593

>>5253588
Support >>5253596

>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers for now
>Ask her:
>>Does she knows whether or not her suit is bugged.
>>What should we call her
>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.

as for the shield, since we can't expect her to trust us, we can arrange her giving it to Hill directly

>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Nowhere near Morlock turf, though
Fucking Chameleon.

>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers
>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet

First let's secure ourselves before we even try to bring her to any.important place. The options are fucked, because honestly we don't have our normal suit and if there's people following then we can't risk to bring attention to MK place, Cindy's Home or our own HQ.

While we do that let's asks things like >>5253615

Honestly I would LOVE to hunt that fucking bastard posing as our brother and let him in Coma, but unless anons want to let blondie alone while any of the Desperados meet with her in the sewers, I think the votes are the more secure

>>5253588
>Pocket the mask
>Retreat into the sewers

>>5253588
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet

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>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
No better place to dissuade and lose followers.

Also, fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

>>5253593
Support.

>>5253588
>Retreat into the sewers.
Callisto should know how to lay low, right?

>>5253593
Oh, and this too

>>5253638
Oh shit, this too.

>>5253638
>>5253593
>>5253622
>>5253615
+1 all that shit

>>5253665
>>5253682
Samefag?

>>5253588
>>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.
+1
>>5253593

>>5253588
>text our freinds to abort
dick move if our friends walk right into a SHEILD squad

>>5253638
Didn't see this, supporting this too.

>>5253593
>>5253596
>>5253605
>>5253615
>>5253629
>>5253622
>>5253638
>>5253682
>>5253714
>>5253647
>>5253648
>>5253662
>>5253665
>>5253693
>>5253701
>>5253707
>Retreat into the sewers.
>Pocket the mask.(Give it to S.H.I.E.L.D later)
>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too
>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet
>>Ask her:
>>What should we call her
>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.

Taking these. Writing...

Real quick, what name will you give the Green Beret when she asks you for yours?

>Huntsman
>Spider-Man
>Ben
>Write-in.

>>5253804
>Spider-Man
since we are affiliating with SHIELD right now

>>5253804
Are we in costume? If so huntsman if not Ben

>>5253816
You're still wearing the "Goblin Groupie" costume. Your Huntsman costume is still hidden somewhere near where you met Imposter Richard.

>>5253804
What are we currently wearing?

>>5253804
>>Write-in.

Jenson

>>5253804
>>Huntsman
We admitted to owing one to the Goblin, didn't we? That's Huntsman.

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You rose to your feet, stashed the latex mask away for later, and sent a quick text to your friends telling them to evacuate the area and go to ground.

“I know a place. Follow me.”

The Green Beret nodded and chased after you. However, her enthusiasm quickly died down after she saw you lifting a metal grate and jumping down a manhole.

It took some coaxing, but you finally managed to get her to follow you down after a few minutes. Once you were underground, you slid the idea of checking yourselves for tracking devices or bugs.

Your experience working with Prowler has given you a decent idea of how to look for and recognize these bugs. Thankfully, there were none on either of you.

—----

Your walk through the sewers was uneventful and uncomfortably silent. You just needed a minute to get your head straight. Why would someone try to impersonate your brother? Where’s the REAL Richard? Is he alright?

Your thoughts were interrupted by an uncomfortable squishing sensation beneath your feet. You were going to need new shoes after this.

You shook your head, trying to focus on doing something productive to distract yourself. You turned to the Green Beret.

“So,” you began. “What should I call you?”

Her head turned sharply, as if she had just now remembered that you were still here. Her surprise turned to contemplation, and she nodded, seemingly coming to a decision in her own head. “Gwen.” she said. “How about you?”

“Call me Huntsman.”

She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “You don’t look like a-”

“I know. I know” you interrupted. “Trust me, my other costume is wayyy cooler.”

She shrugged. “If you say so. Thanks for helping me out, Huntsman. I would’ve been in a lot of trouble without you.” she said, looking genuinely grateful.

“You sure have a funny way of showing gratitude. I just got bitched at for like 10 minutes when I asked you to jump down here.”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to go all Shawshank on my first day on the lam.”

You shared a small laugh, before letting silence creep back into the dimly lit tunnels

“What made you want to work for a lunatic like Gobby?” you asked. Her mirth seemed to evaporate upon hearing his name.

“I’m not a ‘Goblin Groupie’ if that’s what you’re asking.” she said with a sneer. “Believe it or not, I’m trying to take him down.”

You nearly tripped, and Gwen’s dour expression seemed to brighten slightly. “So you’re like, a double agent, or something?” you said.

Gwen nodded. “Or something. He’s the reason I’m like this.” she said, gesturing at her muscular body.

You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.

(Cont.)

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Gwen rolled her eyes at you, and her face seemed to darken once more. “I was there that day at the Oscorp Bio Lab, you know. The day that he and Hazrat attacked.” she said, her eyes gazing at something far in the distance that you couldn’t see. “I was brought in to help develop a serum as a part of some super secret project. I was so excited, so proud of myself. And then…the bombs dropped.”

Her fists were clenched, and you could see a deep scowl forming on her face. “Me and my colleagues were trapped in there when everything went to shit. I was literally pinned under a slab of rock that was slowly squeezing my guts out.” she said, rubbing at her stomach as if she could still feel it. “I was dying, and I was pretty sure that they’d be dead too if I didn’t do something. So…I took it. I took the experimental serum like a dummy.”

So she was there when you slipped in to grab the Oscorp Hard-drive?

“Sounds to me like you didn’t have much of a choice.” you put in.

“That’s what I thought. Because you hear that type of shit in newspapers all the time whenever some random dude gets superpowers. Everything always works out super conveniently, you get instant abs, and now you look smoking hot in a spandex.” she said, rolling her eyes again. “But not for me.”

“What happened?” you asked.

Gwen scoffed. “Oh, nothing. I got super strong, super buff, and I’m pretty much better in almost every way now. I feel like it might’ve made me a bit smarter, too.” she said in a slightly sardonic tone. “I lifted the slab of rock, threw it across the room like it was a paperweight and got everyone out of there.”

“And then?”

Gwen visibly shivered. She had a haunted look in her eye now. “I…I don’t really know what happened. One moment I was saving lives, and the next, I was pummeling security guards within an inch of their lives. It comes back in flashes sometimes, but…it all feels like a blur to me.”

You remained quiet and just listened, but it was genuinely painful to see her struggle with recounting the event.

“By the time I came to, the Goblin and Hazrat were standing over me. He showed me the footage of what I did and I-” Gwen paused for a moment, becoming a bit choked up as she spoke. “The serum had some serious psychological side effects that none of us ever accounted for. I don’t know how serious the long-term effects could be, but I woke something up when I shot myself up with that stuff. And now…there’s a monster inside of me.”

Gwen took a deep, shuddering breath. “The Goblin offered me a temporary solution to my problem. He gives me custom made downers, anti-psychotics, to push it back a bit. It helps keep my head clear. And now I don’t even have that anymore…”

(Cont.)

So she wasn’t doping after all. That stuff was her medicine. And the Goblin is using it to make her work for him.

Gwen explained what you had already put together on your own. He provided the gear and the shield, and gave her a job as a bodyguard. All she had to do was stand around and make sure that no harm came to him.

Neither of you spoke for a while after that. You didn’t really know what to say, but you thought you should say something.

>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs."
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.

>>5253914
Support and add a flirty remark somewhere

>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs."

>>5253910
>"I have connections to both good and bad guys who could surely come up with a way to reverse engineere those pills for you. Was that what you were trying to do in that train car?"
>"Also, come on, arm wrestling time, I need to know if I can keep you at bay if you have an episode."

>>5253914
>>5253917
+1

But this brings a problem with both of our identity. Do we tell her have ties with SHIELD?

>>5253938
We kinda have ties with everybody.

>>5253910
>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.

We probably need the pill if it's to be reverse-engineered by someone. Also a place to stash her without exposing her to any of our other guys, because otherwise No Way Home will happen.

>>5253938
I'm almost past the point of caring. Everyone and their dog seems to know who we are at this point.

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>>5253960
You think Cindy would like a puppy?

>>5253967
Sure, let's add housebreaking a fucking puppy to our list of responsibilities, anon.

>>5253971
Sounds good, we'll put it to a vote soon!

>>5253910
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”

>>5253967
Good idea, wrong time.

>>5253967
>>5253971
>>5254120
>inb4 puppy gets killed and our car gets stolen, and we go full John Wick mode

>>5254220
That's what I was hinting towards

>>5253910
>>5253914

This.

Also, I've combed through the archives. Nice quest here QM

>>5253910
>>5253928
+1 to this. Revealing we got hired by SHIELD might spook her, and gotta know if we can knock out the Green Beret.

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>>5253900
>You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.

>>5253910
>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”
>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.

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>>5254641
Musclegirl appreciation is definitely an important part of cultural refinement. Question is, just how buff is she? Say, on a scale of 1-7.

>>5254781
Prob 3

>>5254785
I could probably go for up to about 4.25-4.5

She basically confessed to having a chronic illness, along with why it's a stigma.
if we want her independent of goblins pills we need to give her the opportunity to make them herself. Therefor we should not give the last away but have it analyzed.
We should treat her normally and reassure her that if she has an episode we can handle her.
hence why I wrote:
>>5253928

>>5254844
Supporting

>>5253914
>>5253917
>>5253938
>>5254267
Writing...

>>5254267
And thanks! I'm really hyped that this quest got so much positive attention. I'll try to keep things interesting for you guys

>>5254781
She's somewhere between 3 and 4. Might have some art commissioned in the future. Already have some pieces in mind for other characters

>>5254844
+1

that's a tie now...
maybe have her decide on the use of the pill

>>5254919
That would be good idea, let her decide between trying to hold herself back, or give doc a headstart.

>>5253928
>>5254471
>>5254881
>>5254914
Wait. Now the votes are even?

>>5254919
>>5254927
Either way, I'll keep writing and make adjustments as necessary

>>5254928
I'd always figured voting to be closed once the author actually starts writing.

>>5254931
me too, but this time it was my write-in and I'm a hypocrite

>>5254931
>>5254933
It pretty much is, since I'm halfway done writing it at this point. If the change is a minor one, however, I don't mind incorporating it into the update if it gets sufficient support.

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“Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.” you said with genuine sincerity.

She shrugged, wiping at her face with a gloved hand. “Yeah, it’s been…yeah.” she said, nodding and pointedly avoiding looking in your direction. “You’re actually the first person that I’ve talked about it with. So…thanks for listening, I guess.”

She turned to look back at you, and she blinked at you. To be exact, she blinked at the object that you were holding out towards her. It was a tiny white tablet, identical to the ones that she’d been examining in her lab.

Her jaw began working the air, but no noise came out. You raised your hand a bit, and she reached over, and gingerly plucked it from your hand. She stared at it for a while, and then directed her gaze at you.

A bit of light came back to her eyes, then. A tiny glimmer of hope, you thought.

“I grabbed it before your lab blew up. I thought that you’d want to-”

You never got to finish the sentence. Gwen shoved the pill into her pocket, stepped forward and wrapped you up into a massive bear hug. Air hissed out of your lungs as your ribcage was compressed, and your bones creaked as they rubbed against one another.

The girl was strong! Unnaturally so. You were starting to understand how she tore through that Oscorp facility so easily. All of a sudden, you weren’t so eager to see the upper limits of that strength.

Gwen seemed to understand what she was doing, because she gasped, and let you down in a hurry.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” she asked, her face filled with regret.

“Oh, yeah. Super…” you groaned, stretching your back and popping a few vertebrae back into place. “By the way, have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you.”

Her face lit up, and she gave you a bit of an incredulous look. “Of course I know who Dr. Connors is! The guy’s a local celebrity around here.” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus, I’ve read his doctoral dissertation more times than I can remember. It was like, my favorite bedtime story.”

Absently, you thought that this woman and your brother would get along very well. Unfortunately, that very same thought only served to drive your mind to a darker place.

“How do you know him?”

Her question broke you out of your funk once more, and you shook your head. “I helped him out a while back, and he asked me to look into something for him. You might have to help with that.”

She gave you a confused look, but before you could explain, Callisto stepped out in front of you, a terribly sharp-looking dagger flipping end over end above her hand.

You froze, and Gwen raised her shield as if to throw it. Callisto’s stance shifted, and you could tell that she was preparing to loose her knives at the slightest provocation.

(Cont.)

You gave her a stiff wave. “Hey Callisto. It’s me-”

“I know who you are, Huntsman. I could smell you both from a mile away.” she cut in, giving you a dismissive look with her one eye, before fixing her cold glare on Gwen. “What I don’t understand is why you brought a Goblin Groupie down here.”

Gwen reeled back as if she’d been slapped. “I’m not a Groupie!” she protested.

Callisto shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re wearing his colors, dollface.” she said, pointing the tip of her dagger towards Gwen.

The blonde woman’s jaw set, but she said nothing further.

What will you say?

>”She’s in a bit of trouble with the law, and she needs a place to lay low for a while. Do you think you can shelter her?”
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point."
>"Don't worry, Callisto. She's with me."
>”Did…did you say that you could ‘smell us coming’? Is that something that you can do?
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5254956
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”

I actually don't know where to go from here. We can't leave her down here with the kids or have her stay with any of our hideouts, not when she might turn evil at any given moment.

We either have to stash her here or somewhere random and leave things up to chance while we go talk to Connors where the glowies can hear us, or convince her to come with so she enters SHIELD custody willingly and hands them over the loot.

Unless someone has a better idea.

>>5254956
>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point."
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
Let’s deescalate the situation first, then
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
Give a good excuse as to why we’re just dropping in on her porch unannounced with a super-fugitive.
We don’t need Castillo to harbour her. SHIELD can handle that, plus with Connors there she’ll be in good company.
I wonder if her antipsychotics could bring Connors back to sanity if he goes lizard again.

>>5254956
>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”
>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”

>>5254964
This, but I'd like to add a word to Gwen regarding reverse-engineering the pill.

>>5254956
>She's only working for the Goblin because he is forcing her. She just quit, and I'm going to work on fixing that.
>Anyway, GG set her up for a fall, and some identity stealer freak just got a picture of her face. I thought you would know how to lay low better than I do.

>>5254956
>"Callisto! I'd like to introduce you to Gwen. She's been basically blackmailed into working for that fucker. He's withholding her medication, can you believe it?"
>"Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?"
>"This-" pointing to the shield "is not merchandise, I'm looking to get it into the right hands to avoid a potential international conflict."
>"As you can see from my getup I needed a quick disguise, I didn't plan today's outing."
>"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Gwen's as innocent as they come, she got forced into one bad situation after the next."

>>5254965
>>5254973
+1

>>5254979
This is pretty good for further explanation, should Castillo demand is, aside from the comment about Gwen’s medication.

>>5255066
What is the president of Peru doing down here?

>>5254956
>>5254979
+1, but swap the first two
And we still need to offer Gwen our contacts to have that pill reverse engineered. From the way it's going we go up to SHIELD with Cho and Connors. Connors still kinda owes us a favor

>>5254979
+1

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>>5255198

>>5255071
Ah, fuck.

>>5254979
+1

>>5254979
+1

>>5255198
Did you have to hurt me like this today

>>5255198
there's dust in my eyes

>>5254979
>>5255066
>>5255114
>>5255132
>>5255272
>>5255274
Taking these. Writing...

>>5255198
This timeline missed out by not having a wholesome Spider-Man

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“Callisto! I’d like to introduce you to Gwen.” you began. Three eyes fell on you. “She’s practically being blackmailed into working for that fucker. He’s withholding her medication. Can you believe it?”

Callisto’s eye drifted back over to Gwen as she gave her an assessing glance.

“Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?”

A look of surprise flickered across Callisto’s features for just a moment. It wasn’t so much because you asked Gwen to disarm, but because you referred to her as a “friend”.

Gwen’s expression was one of clear confusion. She must not have understood the whole “sewer sheriff” part. She pointedly did not hand over the shield, and placed it on her back, where it had been before. Either way, Callisto didn’t seem terribly offended by the gesture. Neither of them made a move towards each other, friendly or otherwise.

“This,” you began, pointing at the shield. “Is not merchandise. I’m looking to get it into the right hands to avoid an international incident. And as you can see from my current getup, I needed a quick disguise. I didn’t plan today’s outing.”

Callisto let out a soft sigh, and the tension drained from her shoulders ever so slightly. She might need to be buttered up some more.

“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.” you continued. “Gwen’s as innocent as they come. She got forced into one bad situation after the next.”

That drew attention from both women. Gwen was surprised, and Callisto was now eyeing you carefully. Finally, a wolfish grin spread across her features.

“Boy, you sure do get chatty when you think you’re in trouble.” she said teasingly. “Try not to slip with all that backtracking you’re doing.”

She twirled the knife around, opened her jacket and shoved it into one of her many holsters.

“You can both stop sweating now. I won’t stab either of you, so long as you don’t give me a reason to.” she reassured you.

Both you and Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.

“That being said, where are you planning on taking her? If she’s going to stay down here, I’d like to know beforehand. But if she needs medication, she’s shit out of luck. The Morlocks don't have a pharmacy.”

Gwen laughed as if she’d just heard a bad joke. Apparently, she didn’t believe that you would just leave her down here in the sewers.

Would you?

>”I just need you to shelter her for a little while until I can figure out where to put her.”
>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment/Cindy’s old house)
>Write-in.

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
She needs some way to get a stable supply of those meds, and having her work with Doctor Connors works out great for us.
Granted, it pisses me off that this also works wonderfully for SHIELD and Hill, but it's the best option I can see at the moment.

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

The feds are probably best for her, even if we don't like it. Of course, would be good to, y'know, ask her if she doesn't mind going to legit sources of aid.

>>5255531
>>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
if not
>>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”
if not
>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)

>>5255531
Is Dr Connor still in the SHIELD Labs, or have a way to comunicate with him without going through them? And does he have any resources?
Because otherwise we are going to ahve to bite the bullet, talk to Hill and hope she doesn't throw Gwen to the bears.

>>5255531
>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)

>>5255198
I’ve been drinking tonight. Why would you do this to me?
>>5255531
>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Cindy’s old house)
But before that
>honestly bring up our connection to shield and ask if she’d want to just get in touch with them.
Shield is the most efficient option but that comes with a whole pile of other issues.

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
We can't risk Gwen annihilating the Morlocks and ruining our deal with Callisto.

>>5255531
So how about we take the shield, give it to hill and take to pill to Connors himself? Tell him about Gwen in secret if possible but we don't want shield to know everything.

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)

BUT

we're not gonna extend the overlooking of our misdeeds to Gwen's misdeeds too
maybe have both of us change clothes meeting with Hill too.
if we go up to the helicarrier we should meet with Dr. Connors and Cho about those pills
We can leave Gwen's final destination in the air for the moment

>>5255531
>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
Our best option. Facilities for analysing and synthesising the drug, enough security to handle one of her psychotic episodes, and the added bonus of working alongside her idol.

>>5255538
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>>5255944
Writing...

>>5255557
Dr. Connors is indeed still up at the Helicarrier. When he gets released, Ben will be notified via news article. He has quite a few resources at his disposal, just not at this very moment.

Ok guys, here's the plan.
>Fall madly in love with Gwen
>Getting back and forth with her, black cat, the russian girl, and whatever shenanigans like a true Parker
>Get our shit together, plan to get engaged
>She proceeds to die horribly
>Meet May after.

>>5255953
Well shit, I guess if we just waited we wouldn't need to hand over Gwen to Hill.

>>5255989
To be fair, every moment spent waiting is another moment she risks going crazy on account of her pill supply going up in flames. The Helicarrier is the safest place for her and anyone around her right now.

>>5255975
That's the plan

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You let out a weary sigh and shook your head. “I think I know what I have to do. But, you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.”

She frowned at you, so you explained the situation to them both. Callisto already knew that you had a connection to S.H.I.E.L.D, but Gwen’s eyes went wide when you told her that you knew Maria Hill personally.

And after much deliberation, you finally opened up about your role in all this. She honestly took that news better than your first claim.

“I figured that you had to be after it too. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have followed me for that long.” she explained. “And you say that the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D will just…give it back to the Russians and everything will be back to normal?”

You gave her a halfhearted shrug. You honestly had no idea what she really intended to do with it. Her promise to return it to the Russians very well could’ve been lip service.

Gwen sighed and glanced at the shield on her back. “I guess that’s the best option for me right now, isn’t it? If I were anywhere else, I might go crazy and attack someone again.”

Callisto gave her a curious look, but said nothing. You remained silent as well, since you had no idea what to say to her. You were asking the girl to turn herself in with the hope of not being arrested for gross misuse of her abilities. But then again, Hill let you get away with way worse. There was actually a very good chance that young Gwen would get recruited. If they ever managed to figure out the whole “going crazy” part, that is.

Eventually, Gwen slowly nodded, and you brought out the pager. Your time as a conscripted secret agent had come to a surprisingly abrupt end.

—-----------

Several hours later, you and Gwen found yourselves walking down an empty street, towards the coffee shop that Hill told you to meet her at. You had changed back to your usual costume, and Gwen had changed out of her armor and back into her old clothes.

You could tell that her nerves were getting the best of her, so you tried your best to reassure her when it looked like she might turn around and run the other way. When she got to the front door of the coffee shop, she paused and took a few calming breaths, before pushing it open and walking inside.

The lights were on, and most of the chairs had been stacked on top of the tables. Aside from the two of you and the woman sitting in the middle of the room, the whole place was deserted. A pair of brown, piercing eyes settled on you, and then ever so slowly, crawled over to the blonde standing next to you.

(Cont.)

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Gwen gulped, and cautiously crept over to the only available table in the room. You did the same, and sat down next to her. There were three cups of steaming coffee on the table. Neither of you reached for them. Hill threw one leg over the other, folded her hands together and leaned forward slightly. She was wearing a brown trench coat over her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. To the untrained eye, it would just look like the exposed parts of her ensemble were nothing more than leather gloves and a pair of thigh-high boots.

“I was told you had something for me.” she said, her eyes flitting over to the large bag that Gwen had set on the floor.

You nodded to her, and she opened the bag, revealing the green and purple shield that she’d been looking for this entire time. She frowned slightly at that.

“You painted it.” she said in a flat tone.

“Not us. The Goblin did.” you put in.

Her lips set into a thin line. “Let me see it.”

Gwen removed it from the bag and held it out for her to see. Hill reached into her pocket, pulled out a strange device that looked a little like a price scanner and pointed it at the shield. After a few seconds, it beeped, and she nodded approvingly.

“It’s real.” she said, sounding a bit relieved. “Why don’t you hold onto that for a little while?” she asked Gwen in a far softer tone than the one that she used to speak with you.

Gwen nodded a little faster than she needed to, but Hill said nothing of it. She turned her gaze on you, instead. “Excellent work, Huntsman. Between the shield’s delivery and the capture of those Russian agents, I’d say that you’ve more than outdone yourself.” she said, showing a rare half smile that was quickly smothered in its crib.

You were almost caught off guard by the genuine praise. You didn’t know a lot about Hill, but you almost felt like she was in a good mood tonight.

“I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to get it done this fast.” you admitted without thinking.

Hill almost chuckled. Maybe the shapeshifter had gotten to her too.

“Then I suppose we’ve both been pleasantly surprised. As per our deal, I’ll leave you to your business, and you try not to do anything stupid enough to force my hand.” she said.

You nodded. That sounded reasonable. “This’ll be my last freebie. The next time you want a job done, you’re gonna have to put some money on the table first.”

She took a good, long sip from her tea and nodded slowly. “That sounds agreeable. I’ll keep you in mind if I require anything else stolen.”

Feeling satisfied, you leaned back in your chair a bit. Hill’s eyes drifted to Gwen, and she immediately tensed up.

“Am I…going to prison?” Gwen squeaked, fidgeting nervously in her chair.

(Cont.)

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Hill’s expression softened slightly, and she placed her cup back onto the table. “No. I have no intention of imprisoning you, unless you give me a good reason to.” she said. “Instead, you’re going to do some work for me.”

Gwen’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So, you’re blackmailing me.”

Hill shook her head. “No. I’m doing this for your sake, more than anything.”

Gwen’s head tilted in confusion. You mirrored her sentiment.

“If I were to welcome you onto my Helicarrier, give you a room, free food, and let you live out the rest of your days without responsibility, would you feel comfortable?” she asked.

Gwen paused, then slowly shook her head.

“No, because you’d be indebted to me, and would feel compelled to obey my every demand. Such a relationship would create an anxiety within you that leaves you feeling more like a prisoner than a guest.” she continued. “If you work for me, however, you can consider it as a method of paying off your debts. After a trial period, some training, and a few psychological evaluations, your freedoms will be increased, and we will even allow you travel between the Helicarrier and back.”

Both you and Gwen were quiet. Hill had a frankness that could almost be considered refreshing. She didn’t mince her words, and was usually upfront about what she wanted.

“And…what would you have me doing, exactly?” Gwen asked.

“That would depend on what you’re good at. We’ll have to find out what exactly that is, but I have high expectations for you.” she said with a smile that should’ve been reassuring. It was probably meant to be, but for some reason, it just seemed…out of place on someone like her.

Gwen looked to you for reassurance. What will you say?

>”You should take her offer. S.H.I.E.L.D is the safest place for you to be right now.”
>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”
>”You’re gonna have to be more specific about what you want her to do, Hill. If you want a soldier, just say so.”
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5255975
>Gobby drops Gwen from the bridge
>Ben catches her with a web
>her spine doesn’t break because of the super-serum
>Ben pulls her back up and uses her to whack Gobby like a morning star

>>5256007
>She proceeds to die by choking on pizza

>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256006
>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256011
Support

>>5256017
Support

>>5256019
Support, this is the best order in which to address stuff.
>>5256012
Our true nemesis was Mr Aziz all along!

>>5256017
Actually, maybe we should specify that they were faling being Richard Parker, he was on the debrief she sent us.
>>5256020
Shit, I knew someone would have seen the post where I accidentaly copied one extra.

>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256026
Faking, not faling.
I'm making a lot of mistakes today.

>>5256006
Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256006
>"No."
>"There is no debt you needs to be repaying, Gwen. Everything you did was either unintentional or done under duress. None of it is really your fault, but it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with you."
>"Maria - we're on a first name basis now, right? - Maria, if you wipe my debt for services rendered, the very least you could do is extend that courtesy to Gwen. Because the Green Beret doesn't exist anymore, and she has no link to them."
>"Maybe at another point in time Gwen could find herself working for SHIELD. Just like me, or my buddy Flint who only went up there to get some healthcare to start out with, but whyever she'd decide to work for you, it's not because she has red in her ledger."
>"I know I'm being annoying right now, but for you this is no big deal, while for her it's life changing decision."

and when that's cleared up

>”Do you think we can visit Dr. Connors?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256006
>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”
>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256032
Holy fucking cringe, anon. You sound like you regularly describe yourself as a "nice" person.

>>5256037
Lol this

>>5256045
>>5256037
what I'm hearing is you think I'm nice
thanks

how would you argue that Gwen not gets into the clutches of SHIELD while allowing her the opportunity to get help from them while also not revealing her issues to Hill?
ah wait, you voted to just straight up tell Hill that Gwen needs medication

>>5256048
With honesty and a distinct lack of insecure and obviously manipulative behavior, duh.

You want to just hide the fact that she needs meds from the one person who can make the meds for her, and then what? She literally gets uncontrollably murderous without them, anon. Where do you even think that would go?

>>5256054
Revealing someone elses medical needs is not a nice guy thing to do, so I didn't.
I explicitly hinted that SHIELD has provided healthcare to someone else we know, so Gwen can come forward on that herself

>>5256060
Are you the guy against us getting Cindy a voice modulator bc you thought it was ableist?

>>5256063
you're misreading me on purpose
I say let her decide, which I also said for Cindy, but no I wasn't the ableist guy

>>5256060
The fact that you think coming across as "nice", always prioritizing the socially "correct" thing to do and being this blatantly avoidant of potential criticism when lives are on the line tells me plenty enough about you. What do you think happens if Gwen is too shy to say anything now, eats the tablet we returned to her, and has none left for her next fit so she goes on a murder spree in a helicarrier filled with completely unprepared agents and eggheads? Do you think people will still think of us as "nice" when all that shit goes down?

Sometimes you just gotta have the spine to be unpopular, anon, because the way you do things is not at all how being an actual good person works.

>>5256019
+1

>>5256074
Just filter him. It makes things better

>>5256074
sorry, I don't get it.
I explicitly voted to not give her that pill so she wouldn't ruin that chance at the time and we could still do something about it, now that she has the choice you want to take it away again.
you're calling me spineless for trying to stick to the decision we collectively made even though I didn't want it in the first place?
>blatantly avoidant of potential criticism
I am engaging with you, am I not?
if you mean I avoid the question of not telling Maria Hill, "the one person who can make the meds for her", then yeah... because she's not.
there's Dr. Connors when he gets out, the Tinkerer, even Cho can make stuff without Maria Hill having to know this.
I also wanted to test Gwen's strength, so when she goes uncontrollable, we can controll her before she snaps back into it. Just so she knows she can live with it without hurting anyone.
Now if she's significantly stronger than us, that's another topic.

>>5256087
tuning out opinions you don't want to hear, classy
I still win a lot all my autistic write-ins

>>5256101
No you don't sakurautist

>>5256102
>>5256101
fucken kek, I knew I recognized his shit

>>5256006
>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)

>>5256102
I literally won with every single one of my write-ins in this thread so far, but my hubris came to an end here
>>5253275
>>5254979

>>5256109
Yeah, we all saw your votes make us call our allies and send them back for no good reason and force the QM to try and rework your cringe as something passably competent because of your blatant samefagging you fuck.

>>5256102
>>5256106
This is the second thread where someone mention sakurautist, what does that mean? Is it some in-joke that I didn't lurk in the right places to learn about?

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Fucking hell, this quest doesn't need my spergy-ass autism either. Sorry, here's an apology Gog.

>>5256116
autist from the fate:stay/night quest

>>5256109
But the first write-in just all of the default choices for that update but reworded, and the second one Callisto said that Ben talked too much and made everyone confused?
Anyway, making write-ins is not something to brag about, it's just part of playing quests. It's suposed to be for fun, not make you a superior anon.

>>5256118
Was that the one there was a shitshow about a harem or something? I haven't read it, but I seen anons conplain about it in other quests and qtg

>>5256123
I dont want to think about it brother

>>5256032
>it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with you
The moment I read this, I knew you were truly reprehensible as fuck, you sakurabitch.

>>5256123
Harem was one of the problems, yes. It didn't help that QM denied enabling haremfags, when he clearly did.

Welp, this quest was bound to attract an autist sooner or later. Glad that they were found out in record time, atleast.

>>5256253
Finding one is simple. Eradicating them? Nigh impossible.

Everyone filter sakurautist before it's too late. He ruined one great quest already.

>>5256342
No, anons joining him and screaming at/about him did.

>>5256345
But of everyone filters him now we won't have to worry about it

>>5256342
I personally prefer to just ignore anons I disagree with instead of filtering their IDs, otherwise it makes discussions way too confusing.

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Oh man, look at how badly this guy has fucked it up. He literally just produced proof for us that he samefagged, this moron, this ABSOLUTE FOOL.

I feel like obsessing over this guy is causing more trouble than the guy himself.

>>5256411
Considering the sheer magnitude of samefagging I'd say it's a problem that needs to be addressed.

>>5256419
Well I'll start using my trip.

>>5256019
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>>5256024
Taking these

>>5256017
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>>5256033
Also these. Writing...

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You leaned in close to whisper, but not quietly enough to avoid being overheard. “I know. She gives me the creeps, too.”

Hill’s smile dropped away as quickly as she’d summoned it.

“Don’t worry, though. You’ll get used to her.” you promised.

Gwen chuckled conspiratorially and gave you a dazzling smile that could light up an entire room. She really was something else.

You directed your attention back to Hill. “Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do something else.” you explained, nudging Gwen until she brandished the pill and handed it over to Hill.

She eyed it carefully, and placed it in her own pocket. “Noted. Brief me on the symptoms and circumstances behind your condition, and we’ll work out a plan for when you lose control.” Hill said easily.

Gwen frowned. “‘When’?”

Hill nodded. “It’ll be some time before we can figure out what this is, why it works, and whether there are any alternative treatments or unintended side effects. And since this is the only remaining tablet, we’ll have to be twice as careful.” she continued. “Until then, you have my word that we will not allow you to hurt anyone during one of your…’episodes’.”

Gwen let out a sigh, and you could see the tension slowly draining from her shoulders. “Thank you.” she said with genuine gratitude.

Hill inclined her head slightly.

“Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up there?” you asked.

Hill considered this for a moment before responding. “I suppose. There will, of course, be days when neither of them are available, but I might be willing to allow you to visit them for a limited amount of time.” she said.

You opened your mouth to thank her, but she quickly raised a hand to stop you.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m willing to send a shuttle down to pick you up every time you feel like popping over. You’ll have to find your own way up on some days. Either work something out with Morse, or find your own flier.”

You slumped in your chair. There’s the Hill you know and love.

“Oh, wait! Before I forget,” you began, fishing around in your pocket, before pulling out a fleshy face mask. Hill’s eyes widened marginally, but she displayed no further outward reaction. “Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.”

Hill held out her hand, and you plopped the thing down into her palm. She held it up, examined it carefully, and set it down onto the table.

“This could technically belong to anyone, but I have a feeling that this is the ‘Chameleon’s’ work.” she concluded.

“The Chameleon? Who’s that?” Gwen asked.

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“A Russian spy that specializes in espionage, infiltration and impersonation. I’ve tangled with him on multiple occasions, but he’s as slippery as his name implies.” Hill explained. Her eyes focused on you suddenly. “The man that he was impersonating, was he important to you?”

Her expression shifted slightly. It vaguely reminded you of…sympathy?

You tensed up, but managed to control yourself enough to not give anything away. “Not particularly. I picked him out because his face popped up in that file that you sent me.” you lied.

She watched you for a moment longer, and then nodded. “Of course. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I suspected that he might’ve been involved in this nonsense. I fear that he’s been drumming up the support of the Bratva in this city.”

“Bratva? You mean, like, the Russian mob?” Gwen said.

“That’s right.” Hill confirmed. “They’ve been making moves recently, and I suspect that they’ll continue doing so as long the Chameleon remains at large.”

That sounded like a real problem, but it was a problem for another day. You’d have to go back to looking for your brother. Your deadline was creeping up on you, and you had very little time to get your family out of the city. You weren’t even sure if it was feasible at this point.

Gwen and Hill’s conversation became something like background noise as your family troubles took root in the forefront of your mind. Could you continue growing your business while protecting your family? Maybe you should hire a full-time bodyguard.

—------

After a while, it seemed like Hill was hurrying both you and Gwen to finish your business here.

The two of you stood and faced each other. “Well, I guess this is it.” she said, patting her thighs and giving you a slightly stiff smile. “Thanks for doing all this. You’re really saving my skin, here.”

What will you say/do?

>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)
>”Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5256512
Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)
Try to flex on her a little after the hug she gave you earlier

>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

>>5256512
>>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”

>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>Well, while I'm still up here, let me introduce you to Dr. Connor. As long as Ms. Hill doesn't mind, of course.

>>5256512
>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”

[Write-in]
Give her our number
"Here let me send you some very private pictures that I wouldn't show anyone else, you're gonna love them."
Then send her the picture that burned up in the trailer.

>>5256581
Would be funny, add a hug

>>5256520
This.

>>5256512
>>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)

>>5256581
>>5256583
+1

>>5256512
>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”

>>5256512
>>5256581 +1

>>5256581
Supporting, with the hug addition

>>5256581
This.

>>5256581
+1