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Shoujo Mahou Magica
Jess costume for magic girl plot.
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Hawkeye 09: The break up issue
She knew this feeling. She'd felt it once before. Back when David Ishida told her that while he could love Jessica Drew, he couldn't love Spider-Woman. Morgan Le Fay has attacked them right after, so she had thought the feeling, that clenched-heart free-fall, had been the effect of Morgan Le Fay's spell. But she knew better now.
Staring at Clint and the woman who was so passionately, and possessively, kissing him in the entrance to the Avengers mansion, Jess now knew what she had felt then was a broken heart.
Staring at Clint and the woman who was so passionately, and possessively, kissing him in the entrance to the Avengers mansion, Jess now knew what she had felt then was a broken heart.
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Avengers Assemble 11
After spending an hour or so recovering in Milliways, Jess returned to Hulk's side and kept him company through the vibranium glass of the containment unit. He was doing better but still suffering. He was lucid, at least, and knew who she was.
"We have to drop the Hulk," Iron Man was saying as he, Captain Marvel, Thor, and Captain America walked in. "He's already infected. If anyone stands a..."
"I'm sorry...we what?" Jess says, flabbergasted. Did he really just say drop the Hulk? As if he were a bomb or something?
"We're dropping the chamber to form a dam," Iron Man replied heading straight for the controls.
"Like Hell we are!" Jess replied hotly, voice rising. No way, no how was this happening on her watch. "He's still fighting for his life in there. We can't just..."
"Jessica, people are going to die!" Captain Marvel, Carol, interrupted. "We have to do this right now."
"He's not a thing!" Jess replied turning to her best friend and pushing past her to place her hands on the vibranium glass beside Hulk, who was trying to stand by this time. "We don't throw him like a frisbee. He gets to choose! He didn't decide to become the Hulk, but he gets to decide what the Hulk becomes. You choose Big Guy..."
"Hulk...choose...Avenger!"
"We have to drop the Hulk," Iron Man was saying as he, Captain Marvel, Thor, and Captain America walked in. "He's already infected. If anyone stands a..."
"I'm sorry...we what?" Jess says, flabbergasted. Did he really just say drop the Hulk? As if he were a bomb or something?
"We're dropping the chamber to form a dam," Iron Man replied heading straight for the controls.
"Like Hell we are!" Jess replied hotly, voice rising. No way, no how was this happening on her watch. "He's still fighting for his life in there. We can't just..."
"Jessica, people are going to die!" Captain Marvel, Carol, interrupted. "We have to do this right now."
"He's not a thing!" Jess replied turning to her best friend and pushing past her to place her hands on the vibranium glass beside Hulk, who was trying to stand by this time. "We don't throw him like a frisbee. He gets to choose! He didn't decide to become the Hulk, but he gets to decide what the Hulk becomes. You choose Big Guy..."
"Hulk...choose...Avenger!"
Avengers Assemble 09 & 10
"I'm in," Jess said once Stark finished outlining the bet. Two teams - one lead by Stark, the other lead by Banner - heading to Antarctica for a search and rescue; first team to find the missing scientists wins. Loser has to do a walk of shame from Avengers Mansion to the Baxter Building and back, naked.
"Really?" Stark asked a little shocked. Obviously she wasn't the first choice and he'd been turned down before. She almost hated to burst his budding look of triumph.
"Not with you," Jess corrected, thrusting her chin at Hulk. "With him."
The Hulk just chuckled and gloated at Stark, whose smile wilted.
"I can control him. Safer for everyone," Jess added to mollify Stark a bit.
"You no control Hulk."
"Oh, yeah? Huuulllllkkkk, make me a sandwich," Jess said giving her words a hefty dose of pheromones.
Five minutes later, Jess was trapped in the kitchen while Hulk made her a sandwich.
"Hippy peanut butter. Have to be mixed."
"Point to the lady with the pheromones," Jess said miserably. At least she had coffee.
"Hulk hope you like," Hulk said, turning to offer the sandwich; peanut butter, jam and other condiments dripping from him.
"I may not have entirely thought this through."
"Really?" Stark asked a little shocked. Obviously she wasn't the first choice and he'd been turned down before. She almost hated to burst his budding look of triumph.
"Not with you," Jess corrected, thrusting her chin at Hulk. "With him."
The Hulk just chuckled and gloated at Stark, whose smile wilted.
"I can control him. Safer for everyone," Jess added to mollify Stark a bit.
"You no control Hulk."
"Oh, yeah? Huuulllllkkkk, make me a sandwich," Jess said giving her words a hefty dose of pheromones.
Five minutes later, Jess was trapped in the kitchen while Hulk made her a sandwich.
"Hippy peanut butter. Have to be mixed."
"Point to the lady with the pheromones," Jess said miserably. At least she had coffee.
"Hulk hope you like," Hulk said, turning to offer the sandwich; peanut butter, jam and other condiments dripping from him.
"I may not have entirely thought this through."
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Costume redesigns
Somber colors by GeekingOutArt
A take on mixing comic and movie feels by Charles Holbert
Extreme sports Jess? By Stephen Tosheff
An evening at the opera, yet still sleek by Bloody-Savage
Jackie Chan adventures anyone? By SpaceCaptSteve
Bruce Tim inspired? By Payno0
The webs are a bit much...by TonyDumont
A little better...but I'm not going back to blond. another Dumont
And my favorites:
I would love to work with these ladies and that costume redesign is great, by Kristafer Anka
A simple and dramatic change by Sho Murase
And a nice tactical look by someone who seems to have disappeared off the internet, no small feat.
A take on mixing comic and movie feels by Charles Holbert
Extreme sports Jess? By Stephen Tosheff
An evening at the opera, yet still sleek by Bloody-Savage
Jackie Chan adventures anyone? By SpaceCaptSteve
Bruce Tim inspired? By Payno0
The webs are a bit much...by TonyDumont
A little better...but I'm not going back to blond. another Dumont
And my favorites:
I would love to work with these ladies and that costume redesign is great, by Kristafer Anka
A simple and dramatic change by Sho Murase
And a nice tactical look by someone who seems to have disappeared off the internet, no small feat.
All the pretty little horses
Jess unlocked the door to the room Bar had given her a key to and let the door swing open.
The room was nice she supposed. Wood floors gave way to a ball pit and a giant beanbag held in a frame for a bed. Bright wooden colors dominated with curves and organic shapes everywhere.
Daddy needs to take a blood sample. We just need to keep an eye on you, Sweety.
She knew should appreciate it, it really was a nice room, but she just didn't have it in her.
Being suddenly thrust into childhood memories she'd been avoiding for decades now had been exhausting and she was ready for sleep; or thought she was.
She stepped forward and closed the door behind her, lowered the dimmer switch of the lights to ease herself into sleep and leapt over the ball pit to land lightly on the bed...except her muscle memory is non-existent and she overshoots, bouncing off the wall and landing hard on the bed.
Jessica, this is very important. You just need to...
She lays there, fighting the urge to cry for a moment or two before giving up, cause really, who's around to see?
Run, Baby! Run and hide!
Minutes, or maybe hours later and the tears seem to have stopped. It's like Big but backwards, she thinks, or some crappy after school special.
She remembers her dolls then and almost smiles, wondering whatever happened to them. Giving up on sleep she sits up and eyes the ball pit. "You know what? Fuck you, Dad. I'm going for Tom Hanks," she says before jumping high to land in the pit.
She still wishes Carol where here so she could get a hug but then Carol would never let her live this down.
Jonathan, look! I told you she'd...
Don't touch her!
The room was nice she supposed. Wood floors gave way to a ball pit and a giant beanbag held in a frame for a bed. Bright wooden colors dominated with curves and organic shapes everywhere.
Daddy needs to take a blood sample. We just need to keep an eye on you, Sweety.
She knew should appreciate it, it really was a nice room, but she just didn't have it in her.
I don't feel so good, Bova.
Being suddenly thrust into childhood memories she'd been avoiding for decades now had been exhausting and she was ready for sleep; or thought she was.
Jessica? Daddy needs to give you another shot.
She stepped forward and closed the door behind her, lowered the dimmer switch of the lights to ease herself into sleep and leapt over the ball pit to land lightly on the bed...except her muscle memory is non-existent and she overshoots, bouncing off the wall and landing hard on the bed.
Jessica, this is very important. You just need to...
Get away from her, you bastard!
She's the key, Miriam! The key to everything! Her DNA isn't normal. She changed before she was born! Don't you see?!?!
She's the answer!!
She's the answer!!
Run, Baby! Run and hide!
Jessica, your Mother is lying...
Damnit, Jonathan! You leave her alone! You...
This is my Life! The Key to my Life!
First you ruin her!!
First you ruin her!!
--grkk-- Please --grkk--
And now you try to ruin my chance...!!
No! Daddy, No! Daddy!!
She remembers her dolls then and almost smiles, wondering whatever happened to them. Giving up on sleep she sits up and eyes the ball pit. "You know what? Fuck you, Dad. I'm going for Tom Hanks," she says before jumping high to land in the pit.
She still wishes Carol where here so she could get a hug but then Carol would never let her live this down.
You are my greatest achievement.
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I'm at a payphone
Three ninja attacks, a daring rescue, and a run through the sewers later, Jess and the girl know as Natalie made their way to a corner coffee shop with lots of windows. Jess was gloriously happy that the bolt-hole in the subway system Fury Sr. (was that ever going to not be weird to think?) told her about was still there and still had running water. Natalie used to be eye-stingingly pungent, now she was decent. Jess had also insisted on a hair trim and new clothes as while the homeless attire worked for blending in initially, the Hand knew they were looking for a homeless person. They needed to blend in with the urban crowd, not hide in the shadows or edges.
Armed with a triple mocha and a raspberry scone, Jess steered Natalie to a table with as close to a 360 view as possible and told her to stay put and keep her eyes out. Jess had no intention of trusting the girl to be their look out but it kept the girl busy while she went to the payphone to call an old friend.
Three minutes later, she returned to the table, much to Natalie's relief. "I have a friend coming to assess the situation. He's rough around the edges and the middle, but a good man regardless."
"And don't worry, he's not government and we aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to. We'll get you out of this."
More minutes passed as they waited and tried not to look nervous; well, Natalie was trying. Jess was used to it. Still she hated waiting.
Armed with a triple mocha and a raspberry scone, Jess steered Natalie to a table with as close to a 360 view as possible and told her to stay put and keep her eyes out. Jess had no intention of trusting the girl to be their look out but it kept the girl busy while she went to the payphone to call an old friend.
Three minutes later, she returned to the table, much to Natalie's relief. "I have a friend coming to assess the situation. He's rough around the edges and the middle, but a good man regardless."
"And don't worry, he's not government and we aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to. We'll get you out of this."
More minutes passed as they waited and tried not to look nervous; well, Natalie was trying. Jess was used to it. Still she hated waiting.
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Carol Danvers' Voice Mail Box
Hey Carol, this is Jess. I am about to go into the sewer and subway system below Hell's Kitchen. If you don't hear from me within 3 hours, please come find me. I am hoping the GPS on my Stark phone will still be functional. In case it's not, I've left details in that old online journal I used to contact you when I went to Madripoor. Password is my usual.
This doesn't feel world class trouble, but I've managed to stumble into a missing persons case and I'm pretty sure I have a good lead. I'll try and call later when I can or at least at the three hour check in. The Hand may be involved as I've already fought two of them. Don't worry, I'm sure I can handle this on my own. I'm just leaving this in case something goes wrong.
Speak to you soon.
This doesn't feel world class trouble, but I've managed to stumble into a missing persons case and I'm pretty sure I have a good lead. I'll try and call later when I can or at least at the three hour check in. The Hand may be involved as I've already fought two of them. Don't worry, I'm sure I can handle this on my own. I'm just leaving this in case something goes wrong.
Speak to you soon.
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Dear Diary-Day 04
Entry Settings: Private
Voice Transcript
Hey Cheeseburger, been a few days but I thought I'd better get this down. Calling it in cause I'm on my way to Hell's Kitchen and, well, it's kind of crazy. Not Avengers crazy but still crazy.
It started a couple of days ago, in fact with that last journal entry I did. Remember those kids? Yeah, funny thing about them. Every time I went for my run I managed to bump into them and they always had some pet for me to rescue. I'm running twice a day now so that's at least four times. Of course alarm bells started by the second meeting but they were kids so I went with it. By the fourth time, I figured out they were testing me, trying to decide if they could trust me with something bigger; so when they showed up again this morning, I called them on it. I had had enough of chasing fake pets.
They were looking for a girl, a few years older than them, whom they say was homeless. They say she was nice and would help them with the their school work in exchange for money or whatever leftovers the kids had from lunch. They called her Natalie since she looked like Natalie Portman. Anyway, the kids were worried as Natalie hadn't been seen in a week and she always showed up for the kids.
I hope no super villains are reading this as I've discovered a new weakness, I can't say no to kids.
I agreed to look into it and I did. Canvassing the area and buying several breakfasts, not to mention lining a few threadbare pockets, and I've tracked Natalie to Hell's Kitchen. An older gentleman swears he saw her grabbed in an alleyway at [unintelligible] and [unintelligible] a few days ago. Said she looked scared before she was grabbed, like she knew she was being hunted, and the police just brushed him off when he tried to report it.
I'm going to call you now, just to make sure someone knows where I....Shit, ninjas!?!
[End transcription.]
Voice Transcript
Hey Cheeseburger, been a few days but I thought I'd better get this down. Calling it in cause I'm on my way to Hell's Kitchen and, well, it's kind of crazy. Not Avengers crazy but still crazy.
It started a couple of days ago, in fact with that last journal entry I did. Remember those kids? Yeah, funny thing about them. Every time I went for my run I managed to bump into them and they always had some pet for me to rescue. I'm running twice a day now so that's at least four times. Of course alarm bells started by the second meeting but they were kids so I went with it. By the fourth time, I figured out they were testing me, trying to decide if they could trust me with something bigger; so when they showed up again this morning, I called them on it. I had had enough of chasing fake pets.
They were looking for a girl, a few years older than them, whom they say was homeless. They say she was nice and would help them with the their school work in exchange for money or whatever leftovers the kids had from lunch. They called her Natalie since she looked like Natalie Portman. Anyway, the kids were worried as Natalie hadn't been seen in a week and she always showed up for the kids.
I hope no super villains are reading this as I've discovered a new weakness, I can't say no to kids.
I agreed to look into it and I did. Canvassing the area and buying several breakfasts, not to mention lining a few threadbare pockets, and I've tracked Natalie to Hell's Kitchen. An older gentleman swears he saw her grabbed in an alleyway at [unintelligible] and [unintelligible] a few days ago. Said she looked scared before she was grabbed, like she knew she was being hunted, and the police just brushed him off when he tried to report it.
I'm going to call you now, just to make sure someone knows where I....Shit, ninjas!?!
[End transcription.]
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Dear Diary-Day 01
Journal Entry Security: Private
Hey Cheeseburger...Ok this is still weird to write a letter to you when I have no intention of letting you ever read this but it's a little less crazy than writing the letter to myself. I started this journal back when I did that mission for SWORD in Madripoor and it's mostly sat here gathering cyberdust but I think I'm going to dust it off. I've heard people write journals to process things or remember so I thought I'd give it a try. Can't hurt right?
Anyway, things haven't been sitting well with me. I keep finding myself obsessing on things. My place in the Avengers, New York City, Clint...is there an end to the list? Don't know, which scares me a little. And even if I wasn't obsessing, the world is doing it for me.
One of the hard things about heightened hearing is that you hear things people don't necessary want you to and more often than not, it's stuff you wouldn't care to hear if given a choice. It's been more than a year since the skrulls tried their little coup but still people pause when they see me; wondering if I'm truly human or a skrull. I'm not talking about the hero set, of course. Well, mostly. There's still a dissenting voice I hear from time to time. But no, I'm talking about the person on the street.
Do you realize how rarely I go shopping or go out for food? Not that Jarvis doesn't make the best cuisine nor arrange impeccable personal shoppers but there's more to it. I guess I'm tired of the mistrust I see and hear from the people I'm protecting. The blow hards on the radio and TV don't help but I've seen mothers pull their kids across the street to avoid me and that's hard to keep facing.
It's hasn't all been bad though. The other day I actually went out for a run in Central Park and while I heard the usual narrative from the people I passed, one voice caught me when I paused for a drink of water. It was a kid's. A boy. "You can't ask her. Don't you know who she is?" A girl's voice replied in a serious tone, "Yeah, she's Spider-Woman and she's a hero, she'll help."
Next thing I know, I'm chasing a cat through the trees of Central Park. I swear the damn thing took lessons from squirrels. Anyway, I do feel a bit better having written this out but much better remembering that girl. Maybe if one girl believes in me that's all I need for now.
Hey Cheeseburger...Ok this is still weird to write a letter to you when I have no intention of letting you ever read this but it's a little less crazy than writing the letter to myself. I started this journal back when I did that mission for SWORD in Madripoor and it's mostly sat here gathering cyberdust but I think I'm going to dust it off. I've heard people write journals to process things or remember so I thought I'd give it a try. Can't hurt right?
Anyway, things haven't been sitting well with me. I keep finding myself obsessing on things. My place in the Avengers, New York City, Clint...is there an end to the list? Don't know, which scares me a little. And even if I wasn't obsessing, the world is doing it for me.
One of the hard things about heightened hearing is that you hear things people don't necessary want you to and more often than not, it's stuff you wouldn't care to hear if given a choice. It's been more than a year since the skrulls tried their little coup but still people pause when they see me; wondering if I'm truly human or a skrull. I'm not talking about the hero set, of course. Well, mostly. There's still a dissenting voice I hear from time to time. But no, I'm talking about the person on the street.
Do you realize how rarely I go shopping or go out for food? Not that Jarvis doesn't make the best cuisine nor arrange impeccable personal shoppers but there's more to it. I guess I'm tired of the mistrust I see and hear from the people I'm protecting. The blow hards on the radio and TV don't help but I've seen mothers pull their kids across the street to avoid me and that's hard to keep facing.
It's hasn't all been bad though. The other day I actually went out for a run in Central Park and while I heard the usual narrative from the people I passed, one voice caught me when I paused for a drink of water. It was a kid's. A boy. "You can't ask her. Don't you know who she is?" A girl's voice replied in a serious tone, "Yeah, she's Spider-Woman and she's a hero, she'll help."
Next thing I know, I'm chasing a cat through the trees of Central Park. I swear the damn thing took lessons from squirrels. Anyway, I do feel a bit better having written this out but much better remembering that girl. Maybe if one girl believes in me that's all I need for now.
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Banner piece by Frank Cho
Banner piece by Jim Cheung
Good article for reading list.
Read New Avengers 23
http://rapidshare.com/files/33165366/New_Avengers_21-25_Civil_War.rar
http://www.4shared.com/file/246367297/c5a8f665/40_-_New_Avengers_23.html?aff=7637829
The model for SW Agent
Banner piece by Jim Cheung
Good article for reading list.
Read New Avengers 23
http://rapidshare.com/files/33165366/New_Avengers_21-25_Civil_War.rar
http://www.4shared.com/file/246367297/c5a8f665/40_-_New_Avengers_23.html?aff=7637829
The model for SW Agent
Series/StoryArc/Cross Over Notes
Timeline seems to be:
Secret Invasion
Agent of Sword
Lady Liberators (Hulk #8 - ?, 2008)
Dark Reign (New Avengers vol 1 #48-#60-ish))
Siege (New Avengers #60 - Final, Siege #01 - #04)
Heroic Age (Avengers vol. 4 ongoing)
Agent of S.W.O.R.D. synopsis:
Feeling isolated and screwed over by the skrulls, Jessica hides in London where she hopes no one will recognize her. She gets hired by Abigal Brand of S.W.O.R.D. Her first assignment is skrull hunting in Madripor but this is complicated by first Madame Hyrda and then the Thunder Bolts.
Highlights include:
Dark Reign synopsis:
Jessica is invited by Wolverine to join the New Avengers, having nowhere else to go. She's the one who informs the other Avengers that S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists and later helps search for Luke and Jessica Jones's baby, Danielle. Along with Iron Fist, they attack a HYDRA base to see if the Skrull Jarvis has contacted any Earth villains seeking a way to leave New York, possibly Earth. (I'm not exactly sure how to reconcile this with Agent of SWORD. I mena how did she get from Madripor to New York so soon after Secret Invasion? Or conversely why did she leave after helping them hunt down the baby?)
Later she helps Mocking Bird go to the Dark Avengers' HQ to rescue Hawkeye (Clint) who has decided to kill Norman Osborn (Could this be any more out of character?).
Following this she attempts bait the Dark Avengers into a fight with the New Avengers; however, Norman Osborn realizes it's a trick and sends the Hood's gang instead, leaving her feeling responsible for the setup. (What she hoped to accomplish by this I have no idea. I think I am going to have her stealing intel and caught and this is the cover she comes up with.)
Secret Invasion
Agent of Sword
Lady Liberators (Hulk #8 - ?, 2008)
Dark Reign (New Avengers vol 1 #48-#60-ish))
Siege (New Avengers #60 - Final, Siege #01 - #04)
Heroic Age (Avengers vol. 4 ongoing)
Agent of S.W.O.R.D. synopsis:
Feeling isolated and screwed over by the skrulls, Jessica hides in London where she hopes no one will recognize her. She gets hired by Abigal Brand of S.W.O.R.D. Her first assignment is skrull hunting in Madripor but this is complicated by first Madame Hyrda and then the Thunder Bolts.
Highlights include:
Multiple police deaths for which she gets the blame.
Her escaping a HYRDA cell after killing a skrull (bare handed) which they had in captivity.
Her smoking the Thunderbolts single handedly.
The New Avengers showing up to help her with the final power skrull.
Wolverine telling her still not the most screwed over human and that she's not alone. I liked this part but felt Ms. Marvel should have been the one to deliver the line given they're BFFs.
Her escaping a HYRDA cell after killing a skrull (bare handed) which they had in captivity.
Her smoking the Thunderbolts single handedly.
The New Avengers showing up to help her with the final power skrull.
Wolverine telling her still not the most screwed over human and that she's not alone. I liked this part but felt Ms. Marvel should have been the one to deliver the line given they're BFFs.
Dark Reign synopsis:
Jessica is invited by Wolverine to join the New Avengers, having nowhere else to go. She's the one who informs the other Avengers that S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists and later helps search for Luke and Jessica Jones's baby, Danielle. Along with Iron Fist, they attack a HYDRA base to see if the Skrull Jarvis has contacted any Earth villains seeking a way to leave New York, possibly Earth. (I'm not exactly sure how to reconcile this with Agent of SWORD. I mena how did she get from Madripor to New York so soon after Secret Invasion? Or conversely why did she leave after helping them hunt down the baby?)
Later she helps Mocking Bird go to the Dark Avengers' HQ to rescue Hawkeye (Clint) who has decided to kill Norman Osborn (Could this be any more out of character?).
Following this she attempts bait the Dark Avengers into a fight with the New Avengers; however, Norman Osborn realizes it's a trick and sends the Hood's gang instead, leaving her feeling responsible for the setup. (What she hoped to accomplish by this I have no idea. I think I am going to have her stealing intel and caught and this is the cover she comes up with.)
New Toys
Jessica enters the airport café to find Agent Brand waiting for her so she takes a seat instead of getting coffee first. She pulls out her hand written report on the Vegas cell and the S.W.O.R.D. PDA and slides them over to her. "Here's my report on the Epsiloni cell and there's something wrong with my phone."
Agent Brand might be glaring but it hard to see past the darkly tinted glasses. "Ms. Drew, I am a very busy woman. While you were brushing your teeth this morning I had already prevented three hostile take overs of this planet and negotiated four different treaties between seven different races that would have become a problem. I am not tech support and I do not make it a habit of receiving hand written reports from my agents. Why did you call me and convince me to see you personally?"
"The phone is supposed to be shielded yes? Not even an EMP at ground zero is supposed to give it any trouble? Well look at it. It's refusing to stay on."
"What happened? What cowboy games were you and your Avengers playing?" Was that interest Jessica detected in Brand's voice?
"I wasn't with them when this happened. Does the name Milliways mean anything to you?"
After a significant pause Brand replies, "I never took you for a fan of Adams."
"Don't play with me Brand."
Agent Brand might be glaring but it hard to see past the darkly tinted glasses. "Ms. Drew, I am a very busy woman. While you were brushing your teeth this morning I had already prevented three hostile take overs of this planet and negotiated four different treaties between seven different races that would have become a problem. I am not tech support and I do not make it a habit of receiving hand written reports from my agents. Why did you call me and convince me to see you personally?"
"The phone is supposed to be shielded yes? Not even an EMP at ground zero is supposed to give it any trouble? Well look at it. It's refusing to stay on."
"What happened? What cowboy games were you and your Avengers playing?" Was that interest Jessica detected in Brand's voice?
"I wasn't with them when this happened. Does the name Milliways mean anything to you?"
After a significant pause Brand replies, "I never took you for a fan of Adams."
"Don't play with me Brand."
"OK. We've had reports from other agents from time to time about a dimensional nexus that seems to be a bar yes. This is much more A.R.M.O.R.'s thing though."
"Well I've become a patron there...somehow. I don't understand how but there it is. The phone went on the fritz there. I think it was some kind of signal as a lot of other computer type equipment had similar issues at the same time."
"Joy. I'll have the lab boys look into the phone and I'll have a new one to you soon. I should contact A.R.M.O.R. as well."
"Whatever. I need to catch my flight."
"Have fun," Brand says, standing. "Good work in Vegas. Much better than Madripoor."
"I was off my game then. I'm not now."
"Good to hear."
Three hours and a cab ride later Jessica is in her room at what is passing for the head quarters for the Avengers. She dumps her bags on the floor by the closet and notices the box sitting on her bed. The tag reads, "To: J.D. ~Brand."
After carefully looking over the box for any signs of traps or wires, she opens it to find a new phone/PDA and a new wristwatch. She starts up the phone and sees one text message. It reads, "The lab boys loved the present you gave them and jumped on this right away. They also worked with their peers in A.R.M.O.R. and came up with this new detector for you. Not only will it pin point aliens but will tell you if the individual you are scanning is from our dimension. Thought it might be useful. The next phone comes out of your paycheck."
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Agent of SWORD 06
Hey Cheeseburger,
I am so ready to be home now. This trip is just not the fun it was promised to be. That family friend I mentioned left me high and dry and now I've run into some God awful obnoxious American tourists. I'd ask you to come save me but I expect I'll be home before you can make it.
As always, take care.
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This trip has been just one awful thing after another. If it wasn't being jumped by a power skrull the first night she was here, it was waking up in a God knows what type of bug infested cell. Still, that wasn't the worst. Nor was Madame Hydra using the police as target practice, nor was being in a celebrity death match with yet another power skrull (how many of them were there in this city?).
No the worse was hiding in this dumpster while psychopathic (or sociopathic depending on who you were talking about) villains out on some twisted sort of work release program hunted for you. It was just not her day, week, month, hell might as well call it years if you went far enough back to when she was kidnapped by the skrulls in the first place.
Pulling out her PDA and turning it on Jessica sees she has 34 messages from Agent Brand. "She probably thinks I'm dead." She opens up a chat client and begins to type:
Jessica: [Sorry, boss, can't exactly talk right now. Thunderbolts are here, can you get them off my ass???
Agent Brand: [No.]
Jessica: [What do I do?]
Agent Brand: [Osborn doesn't know about S.W.O.R.D. Do not engage. Do not get captured.]
Jessica: [Too late for not engaging. I'm in a pickle. Advise.]
Agent Brand: [Run like hell.]
Jessica: [Wonderful.]
Agent Brand: [We have a lead on your skrull target. MOVE!]
"Oh fuck this, I'm going hunting," she thought as she peaked out to find Milliways instead of the dirty alley she was expecting.
I am so ready to be home now. This trip is just not the fun it was promised to be. That family friend I mentioned left me high and dry and now I've run into some God awful obnoxious American tourists. I'd ask you to come save me but I expect I'll be home before you can make it.
As always, take care.
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This trip has been just one awful thing after another. If it wasn't being jumped by a power skrull the first night she was here, it was waking up in a God knows what type of bug infested cell. Still, that wasn't the worst. Nor was Madame Hydra using the police as target practice, nor was being in a celebrity death match with yet another power skrull (how many of them were there in this city?).
No the worse was hiding in this dumpster while psychopathic (or sociopathic depending on who you were talking about) villains out on some twisted sort of work release program hunted for you. It was just not her day, week, month, hell might as well call it years if you went far enough back to when she was kidnapped by the skrulls in the first place.
Pulling out her PDA and turning it on Jessica sees she has 34 messages from Agent Brand. "She probably thinks I'm dead." She opens up a chat client and begins to type:
Jessica: [Sorry, boss, can't exactly talk right now. Thunderbolts are here, can you get them off my ass???
Agent Brand: [No.]
Jessica: [What do I do?]
Agent Brand: [Osborn doesn't know about S.W.O.R.D. Do not engage. Do not get captured.]
Jessica: [Too late for not engaging. I'm in a pickle. Advise.]
Agent Brand: [Run like hell.]
Jessica: [Wonderful.]
Agent Brand: [We have a lead on your skrull target. MOVE!]
"Oh fuck this, I'm going hunting," she thought as she peaked out to find Milliways instead of the dirty alley she was expecting.
Entry tags:
Agent of S.W.O.R.D. 02-03
Hey Cheeseburger,
Still having a great time, wish you could be here! Love what they've done with the city and the locals are being really friendly, especially the police. Got hit on by a guy last night but he wasn't my type, too far from out of town if you know what I mean.
Anyway, gotta run. Say "Hi" to everyone for me. Miss you guys and I mean it about wishing you were here. I think we'd have a lot of fun painting this town.
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There was no conscious decision on her part in charging the car who's driver had killed Detective Chong as it speed away, it's just what heroes do right? It wasn't as if Detective Chong was particularly deserving of such theatrics. True he was going to give her to Norman Osborne but in his defense she was the only person near the body of that skrull and witnesses testified to her fighting the alien before the fall to its death. For that matter, Detective Chong was just doing his job so for all she knew he was worthy of chasing down his murderer.
"Skrulls," she thought as the car began to hover and bank to fly away. "Oh Hell no, you're not getting away that easy."
Jumping to the guardrail of the parking structure, she leaps to the next level above and the next beyond, firing venom blasts as the car flies away until they had reached the top level and the car stopped to hover, as if in invitation.
"Oh, I was wrong. That's not a skrull, that's S.H.E.I.L.D."
[Police, freeze!!]
[On the ground!]
[Cop Killer!]
"Well @#$%!" She turns to face the cops that tumble out of the elevator and slowly spreads her arms to show she had no weapons.
[On the GROUND!!]
[Do Not move!!]
[ON THE GROUND!!]
And then the flying car's window rolls down and automatic gun fire fills the humid night air. Diving for a parked car, Jessica covers her head and waits. Eventually silence fills the air again and so she peaks above the hood of the car and sees the emerald clad woman who's driving the car.
"@#$%! I was wrong. It's not S.H.E.I.L.D., it's HYDRA."
"Come give momma a hug..." Madame Hydra says by way of greeting and Jessica ducks back behind the car.
"Oh @#$%. Oh @#$%. As if chasing evil shape shifting aliens wasn't enough now I have to deal with the head of a world wide terrorist organization that thinks she's my mother," Jessica thinks as she digs into her pocket and pulls out the S.W.O.R.D. PDA, trying to open a connection with Agent Brand but with no luck.
"Get in Jessica," Madame Hydra calls out with a hint of impatience.
"No," Jessica calls out as she thinks desperately. This is so bad news.
"No?"
"My mother...my real mother, told me to never get in a car with a known terrorist holding a giant gun." Jessica opens another App on her PDA and begins to type quickly.
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Hey Cheeseburger, you will not believe who I just ran into! An old family friend and, let me tell you, you would be just green with envy. You should check your schedule and see if you can't take a day or two and come visit me.
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"Get in because more cops are coming. Get in before a big mess gets bigger," Madame Hydra continues as if unaware that Jessica was stalling. "Oh look, a police helicopter is on its way."
"So you'd better get going."
"They're going to blame you for all this mess. You know that. Get in. I have something very cool to show you."
"I'll take my chances." She hits send with a silent prayer, "Please Carol get this and understand."
"Sweetie, I'll mow them down. All of them. Every single one. You know I will."
"Stop it! Just..." Jessica replies as she hears the ping of the elevator and heavy boots on the stairs.
"Get in then."
As she jumps the ten feet to the open car door Jessica can't help but think, "Damn anarchists."
[OOC: Dialog from Spider-Woman: Agent of S.W.O.R.D. 02 & 03]
Still having a great time, wish you could be here! Love what they've done with the city and the locals are being really friendly, especially the police. Got hit on by a guy last night but he wasn't my type, too far from out of town if you know what I mean.
Anyway, gotta run. Say "Hi" to everyone for me. Miss you guys and I mean it about wishing you were here. I think we'd have a lot of fun painting this town.
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There was no conscious decision on her part in charging the car who's driver had killed Detective Chong as it speed away, it's just what heroes do right? It wasn't as if Detective Chong was particularly deserving of such theatrics. True he was going to give her to Norman Osborne but in his defense she was the only person near the body of that skrull and witnesses testified to her fighting the alien before the fall to its death. For that matter, Detective Chong was just doing his job so for all she knew he was worthy of chasing down his murderer.
"Skrulls," she thought as the car began to hover and bank to fly away. "Oh Hell no, you're not getting away that easy."
Jumping to the guardrail of the parking structure, she leaps to the next level above and the next beyond, firing venom blasts as the car flies away until they had reached the top level and the car stopped to hover, as if in invitation.
"Oh, I was wrong. That's not a skrull, that's S.H.E.I.L.D."
[Police, freeze!!]
[On the ground!]
[Cop Killer!]
"Well @#$%!" She turns to face the cops that tumble out of the elevator and slowly spreads her arms to show she had no weapons.
[On the GROUND!!]
[Do Not move!!]
[ON THE GROUND!!]
And then the flying car's window rolls down and automatic gun fire fills the humid night air. Diving for a parked car, Jessica covers her head and waits. Eventually silence fills the air again and so she peaks above the hood of the car and sees the emerald clad woman who's driving the car.
"@#$%! I was wrong. It's not S.H.E.I.L.D., it's HYDRA."
"Come give momma a hug..." Madame Hydra says by way of greeting and Jessica ducks back behind the car.
"Oh @#$%. Oh @#$%. As if chasing evil shape shifting aliens wasn't enough now I have to deal with the head of a world wide terrorist organization that thinks she's my mother," Jessica thinks as she digs into her pocket and pulls out the S.W.O.R.D. PDA, trying to open a connection with Agent Brand but with no luck.
"Get in Jessica," Madame Hydra calls out with a hint of impatience.
"No," Jessica calls out as she thinks desperately. This is so bad news.
"No?"
"My mother...my real mother, told me to never get in a car with a known terrorist holding a giant gun." Jessica opens another App on her PDA and begins to type quickly.
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Hey Cheeseburger, you will not believe who I just ran into! An old family friend and, let me tell you, you would be just green with envy. You should check your schedule and see if you can't take a day or two and come visit me.
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"Get in because more cops are coming. Get in before a big mess gets bigger," Madame Hydra continues as if unaware that Jessica was stalling. "Oh look, a police helicopter is on its way."
"So you'd better get going."
"They're going to blame you for all this mess. You know that. Get in. I have something very cool to show you."
"I'll take my chances." She hits send with a silent prayer, "Please Carol get this and understand."
"Sweetie, I'll mow them down. All of them. Every single one. You know I will."
"Stop it! Just..." Jessica replies as she hears the ping of the elevator and heavy boots on the stairs.
"Get in then."
As she jumps the ten feet to the open car door Jessica can't help but think, "Damn anarchists."
[OOC: Dialog from Spider-Woman: Agent of S.W.O.R.D. 02 & 03]
Entry tags:
Agent of S.W.O.R.D. 01
Hey Cheeseburger,
Well I'm finally using this journal like you wanted me to, happy? London has been...well London has not been much fun. I've decided I'm going to go for a holiday, maybe see if I can patch things up with some old friend if you know what I mean. I'm hanging in there though. Take care.
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The flight from London to Madripoor was long and involved far too many stop overs for her comfort. Stepping from the plane into the sweltering heat of Hightown, Jessica pulled her hair back and looked around. "God I hate this place," she couldn't help thinking. "If the weather didn't try to kill you then the people did."
She could feel the eyes on her as she continued on her way, either they didn't care or were rank amateurs. "Or maybe it's just the white girl tourist catching the locals attention. Don't be so paranoid. Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness. Best to make sure."
She glances at her "watch" and sees nothing but green. "No aliens then. Okay time to see who follows..." she thinks as she steps into the airport bar.
Well I'm finally using this journal like you wanted me to, happy? London has been...well London has not been much fun. I've decided I'm going to go for a holiday, maybe see if I can patch things up with some old friend if you know what I mean. I'm hanging in there though. Take care.
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The flight from London to Madripoor was long and involved far too many stop overs for her comfort. Stepping from the plane into the sweltering heat of Hightown, Jessica pulled her hair back and looked around. "God I hate this place," she couldn't help thinking. "If the weather didn't try to kill you then the people did."
She could feel the eyes on her as she continued on her way, either they didn't care or were rank amateurs. "Or maybe it's just the white girl tourist catching the locals attention. Don't be so paranoid. Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness. Best to make sure."
She glances at her "watch" and sees nothing but green. "No aliens then. Okay time to see who follows..." she thinks as she steps into the airport bar.