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Where Am I; Wolverine
Topic Started: Sep 9 2011, 07:29 AM (442 Views)
Spider-Man
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July 9th. Day after Catch Your Breath

A bit earlier.

"No, no, I'm fine. Two weeks, jeez, has it been that long? No, I'm not sick. My throat's just itchy, I think I'm coming down with something. I just got really busy with the Bugle. Huh? No, Jamesson didn't want any of my pictures. Why? He was upset because I wasn't taking pictures of Spider-Man during this... well, everything about the guy," Pete said into his phone as Aunt May spoke to him on the other line. "I never got chances to take pictures is all. Jamesson fired me three times because I didn't have anything. Haha, yeah, I know, he fires me like once a month..." He smiled into the speaker of the phone, looking over his hand as he fixed an extra web-shooter to his wrist. He was lucky he had a spare set hidden away here in his apartment. "I'm sorry Aunt May. I didn't realize how long has passed since I talked to you last. Hah, yeah... What? No! I haven't seen here in weeks!" He rolled his eyes, flexing his hand. "I haven't seen anyone, actually. Busy busy and all that. I know it's still summer, I'll come by soon, I promise. Yes ma'am... Yes ma'am... I know. Wow, you must really want me over Aunt May. Pumpkin pie sounds great. I'll be coming over first chance I get, I swear. No... Nononono. Please don't call MJ to come over. Listen, I promise I'll come over when my work load goes down. I just have a few things to do. Of course Aunt May. I love you too, see you soon."

Clicking off the phone, Peter Parker set it in its recorder. Two weeks of missing time. Two weeks of not knowing what was going on in the world and all he needed was the last few days worth of newspapers to catch up. Spider-Man was killing and maiming people involved in criminal activities. They might not have been innocent, but the violence -- God, the arm breaking and spine snapping stuff -- that was way too much. It hurt him personally knowing someone was posing as him. He was supposed to be a hero... Spider-Man was supposed to be a hero. He'd spent years working for the reputation he had in this city. Never before had something like this gone and tarnished Spider-Man's reputation. He'd done everything in his power to save the people of this city, save their lives, save it from annihilation. He fought madmen, creeps dressed in flamboyant costumes. He'd worked alongside the Fantastic 4, public faced capes. Heck, he had Tony Stark's number in his cellphone. He'd put himself at risk, put his friends at risk... Now he, now Spider-Man had gone off the deep end. Spider-Man was nothing more than a killer with a bounty on his head. Cops wanted him, SHIELD wanted him, and every civilian of this city was afraid of him.

And they probably wanted him, too.

But what they didn't know, is that that wasn't the real Spider-Man. The real Spider-Man was back and whomever was posing as him was going to be held responsible for every crime he committed.

Looking to a picture on the small table next to the insignificant couch in what was barely considered a living room, the blue-and-red clad boy frowned as he turned towards the window, the image of a younger version of himself and his aunt and uncle smiling in the picture. Drawing the mask he patched up over his face, the arachnid

"I won't fail you, Uncle Ben."

The hunt for his imposter was on.



Presently, at the Bar With No Name. 11 pm.



"Something something something at a bar with no name.~"

I think that's a song, anyways... Man this place stinks... I wonder if it ever rains here? Someone should lather this place up with soap.

The arachnid crept out of the shadows, coming up next to the Wolverine. Playing detective and trying to find out who was posing as his doppleganger had few leads. As a team, it would be difficult to track a guy with his scent all over the city. One could take the basic approach like Wolverine had before and wait in one spot and hope a crime happened, but a more proactive measure needed to be taken. He knew how the criminal world worked and he knew how to work it. Spider-Man, despite being so young, was quite affluent in the ways of villainy. So, when looking for a villain or some information on that villain, why not hit up other villains?

"You know, I feel kind of bad about this," Spidey said quietly clinging to the cracked brick wall of a building, leaning his head around the corner. "I try to stay out of Hell's Kitchen for the most part. There's like some weird unspoken truce about super-heroing in certain areas. This is Daredevil's turf. I mean... I know we're here for a reason and I'm dure Double-D would respect that, but it's kind of like being one lion and crossing into another's claim. It's not kosher. Besides, it's not like I'm trying to be on everyone else's team or anything." He glanced to the Wolverine, coughed, then looked back at the door.

"Anyways, here's the plan: we walk in, ask for directions, and walk out. No fighting, got it? And especially no killing! Please repeat that for me, okay? No. Killing. I worked with Castle once and all he did was Z-target heads. I don't like babysitting gristly old guys. If we're lucky, they'll give us what we need and be on our way. There's gonna be a lot of costumed guys in there. This is where they like to come to get away from people like me."

Though, the new 'me' is probably hanging out in here...

Webbing himself onto the front of the building of the Bar With No Name, the arachnid went vertical, hanging upside down. Opening the door, the arachnid stuck his head into view and made himself perfectly known.

"Hey! We're from AAA! Would the owner of a red and blue, eight-legged crazy-mobile step outside please so we can have a nice chat about posing as other people?"

The Bar went dead silent. About twenty costumed villains turned their head at them.

"... No? Blue and red then?"

Silence.

"Wow, this place has more ticks than a lyme-disease research factory. Or maybe I'm just rusty..."

"IT'S SPIDER-MAN!" Villains leaped out of their chairs, arming themselves, charging up their tech and activating their mutations. "GET 'IM!"

Spidey sighed. "' Dear Santa, can I have my sense of humor back? Love, Spidey.' Welp! Hopefully that letter gets to him fast!" He looked to Wolverine, dropping onto the floor of the door way.. "Be gentle, its their day off. ALLY-OOP!" The arachnid vaulted forward and the melee began.
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Logan
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Wolverine hadn't been waiting long at their predetermined meeting spot. Spider-Man was punctual, at least this time. Logan looked over at the hero as he clung to a wall, raising a brow at him behind the mask yellow and black mask that he wore. Trying to be on be on everyone else's team? What was he getting at? He only belonged to one, even though he hadn't been with them for several months.

“You don't need to preach at me about killing,” Wolverine said, looking down at the bar. “I know how you roll and you seem to have forgotten what team I am a part of. X-men don't kill unless we have to. Besides... I don't need to kill someone to get my point across.”

Smirking, Wolverine hopped off of his perch as Spider-Man swung down to the doorway of the bar. He hit the ground hard and rolled in order to absorb some of the momentum, but he probably would have broken his legs anyways if they were adamantium. Pain came from the landing still, but it disappeared quickly as his healing factor suppressed any injury he might sustain. Coming to a jog, he crossed the street as Spider-Man stuck his head in the door, stirring up the anthill of villains.

”IT'S SPIDER-MAN! GET 'IM!”

”Be gentle. It's their day off,” Spider-Man said as he came up beside him in the doorway. He then alley-ooped into the fray.

“Yea. I'll try,” Wolverine replied, cracking his knuckles and walking in behind the arachnid, feet falling heavily on the floor. He walked several feet within, actually surprised to see quite a few costumed villains in the bar. Was this a social place for them or something? He didn't even know that existed. They just hung out when they weren't trying to take over the world?

A man dressed in a green and yellow costume ran up beside him and struggled to lift up a rather large looking modified rifle. The barrel of the rifle began to spin and blue electricity curled around it. The villain laughed like a maniac at Wolverine. “You'll never get past my electric repulser rifle! Ha! HA HA!” he cried, continuing to laugh in a nasally way that told Wolverine that he spent way too much time in a lab making that thing.

SNIKT!

Wolverine's claws retracted back into his forearms as quickly as they had come, and the villain's “electric repulser rifle” fell into two pieces. The electric current continued to flow, however, but it flowed out of the broken end of the rifle and moved the wrong direction, coating the villain in a visible blue electric current. The villain went rigid as he began to get electrocuted and his laughter turned into a loud scream. After a comedic amount of time, the guy fell to the floor and twitched as smoke rose up from his body.

“Okay, if that one dies,” Wolverine said, looking to Spider-Man with a feral smirk on his face. “It's not my fault. No way in hell I could have known that would have happened.”

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Spider-Man
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It's almost sad how little my spider-sense is going off right now... You'd think a bunch of drunk criminals would set that off more.

The arachnid's torso bent low to the ground, a foot sticking out in either direction to plant themselves into the faces of two costumed thugs coming right at him. With a hand stuck into the floor he pivoted and pushed, twisting into the air with an agile flip, coming down upon some goon wearing what could have been a green/lime-green scuba suit with a yellow air-tank and a funny helmet. Spider-Man, however, knew that it wasn't just an air-tank. Crouched on the man's shoulders, the arachnid tapped his knuckles on the man's head.

"Look who it is! Hey Chance, didn't you make a 'you bet your life on it' pun last time I saw you? You know, when you were going to Rykers? How's that gambling problem coming? How'd you get out, anyways?"

The villain struggled and groped at the air, but he leaped off, rolling in the air and planting his feet on the ceiling, shooting a web at Chance's face as a series of plasmic dart blasts crashed into the roofing around him. Bent at odd angles, he found perch in the middle of falling back to the floor on another creep who was leaping towards his cowled ally.

"Wolverine, look out! It's Kangaroo, he'll hop you to death before you can say 'crikey mate'!" A firm shove of his legs and the Kangaroo found himself planted face-first into the ground. Spider-Man rose up, back towards the Wolverine, meeting the man's smirk with a raised brow, then he looked at the fallen villain who had been hopefully electrocuted into unconsciousness.

Spider-Man scoffed sadly. "I'm just glad Smokey the Bear isn't here to remember only we can prevent poorly contained electromagnetic discharges. Thomas Edison would be so ashamed. I just hope he doesn't smell like burnt rubber or worse."

His spider-sense went off, alarming him to an incoming danger as the air around them lit up with a beam of light coming in from the window. "MOVE!" Instinct carried him forward, leaping over the black 8-Ball as the side of the bar exploded as the gyro-wheeled mechanical wonder charged in through the wall with a maniacal laugh that resonated with something along the lines of "TIME FOR A BUG ON A WINDSHIELD!"

Big-Wheel, the hilariously dramatic and aptly named Axel Wheele villain rolled through the building, trying to run them over. Spider-Man landed on the pool table, pinning 8-ball to it, his head and protective helmet crashing into the green velvet of the boxed plane.

"I'd protest, but when you get the 8-ball in the hole," he jeered, hopping off the man and onto a wall upside-down, "YOU LOSE THE GAME!"

... Dang it!

"Woah!" Spidey shifted as his spider-senses pushed away any dwelling notion of that last quip, flipping himself vertical on the wall, using his planted feet as an axis to tilt upon as a sharp, metallic, crescent-shaped object planted itself right where his neck had been. Close, too close. Maybe his powers weren't acting like they should. He was still a lot weaker than he normally was, so understandably, so would his spider-sense. But that thing passed right under his head as he had pulled back.

"You have a nasty habit of coming back," a gruff voice seethed, grinning at him. A splayed, silver-V stretched across the man's black uniform like a double Nike symbol, and in his hands two large weapons crafted in the same shape.

An old foe...

Spider-Man couldn't help but smirk. "Right back at you, Boomerang."
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Logan
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Logan couldn't help but to smirk at Spider-Man's quips. Sure, they would get annoying soon enough... but they were so applicable to those that were gathered within this bar that even he couldn't help but to find it humorous. As Spider-Man shouted for him to move, Logan rolled the opposite direction and over the top of the downed Kangaroo, coming up in time to see a giant contraption barreling through the room.

“What the hell are these guys thinkin'?” he asked himself as Big-Wheel turned the contraption around and came back towards him again. Logan rolled out of the way yet again and extended his adamantium claws into the side of the vehicle, cutting through something that was vital to it's inner workings and causing it to sputter loudly. He continued, behind the thing, cutting downwards through every spoke as it rotated so that the entire contraption shook and fell into two pieces, leaving Big-Wheel sitting on a seat in the middle of the smoking thing.

Jumping off of the seat and looking towards Wolverine, he laughed dramatically. “It will take more than that to stop...”

Wolverine's claws retracted into his forearms and he threw a single punch into Big-Wheel's helmet, shattering through the protective glasses that the villain wore and smashing his knuckles into the man's face. He fell instantly to the floor, never finishing his sentence.

“Raaahh! Kill!” Walrus exclaimed, suddenly punching Wolverine in the back of the head hard enough to cause Logan to stumble forward a step or two. The giant man dressed in a Walrus outfit then looked to his hand, which was now broken from punching an adamantium skull. “Raaaahhhh!” he cried out, either enraged or in pain, one could not be sure.

Wolverine turned around quickly and gave the guy a look of disbelief, having never seen a man dressed as a Walrus before. Seriously... what the fuck was wrong with these people? Wolverine kicked the man in the knee with a straight front kick, bending it to enough of an awkward angle to tear the man's ACL, and followed that up with a swift kick to the groin.

“RAAHHHH!” Walrus screamed again, falling to the ground convulsing. He couldn't figure out what hurt the worse, so he went between holding his three new injuries rapidly.

Wolverine turned towards Spider-Man. “What did we come in this place for again?”
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Spider-Man
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"I ask myself that every day, buddy," Spider-Man answered Logan's question, clinging to . Faced with the challenge of dealing with a guy who just kept coming back, the arachnid bounded upwards to the ceiling as a boomrang swiped through the air, cutting through the wall where he had just been. He shifted his weight, pivoted, and swung his legs downwards at the man's head, catching Boomerang in the face with his heel. True to his name, however, Boomerang recovered, rearing back his next weapon. By then, Spider-Man was on the ground in a deep crouch.

"What would you be if you were attached to another object by an inclined plane wrapped helically around an axis?!" Spider-Man shouted suddenly, distracting Boomerang with the sudden scientific jabber.

"...Screwed?"

"Right," the arachnid twisted his body, shooting his foot out, slamming it down into the apex of Boomerang's thigh. The villain's eyes shot wide open, unable to move. He slowly tilted over onto his side, clutching his loins.

"Yeah... Had to make sure you weren't coming back this time, Boomy. I hope nothing popped, but you should be fine. You're familiar with being down under, right?"

"I'm... American..."

"Crikey, my bad!" He looked over to Wolverine, leaping up over an incoming blade and kicking its owner away into a wall. The man had just dispatched someone in the exact manner he had dealt with Boomerang. "Here I thought I was being original using the ultimate playground technique. Not cool."

"What did we come in this place for again?"

"A cold glass of milk with a side of justice, sprinkled with identity theft. Now we know why Daredevil never leaves Hell's Kitchen, and knowing is half the battle!" The arachnid lept over the heads of several villains, heading towards the bar. Making use of them as ashamed stepping stones, the Spider-Man plopped onto the counter, dispersing a wide array of glasses in varying stages of fullness.

"Hey Deke, got a joke for ya. A neutron walks into a bar and asks how much for a drink? The bartender replies, 'for you, no charge!' So I'm going to ask you a few questions and I'm not going to take any compensation for it and I really don't feel up to beating it out of everyone tonight. Call the goons off, they're safe today, at least until I find some legit way to shut you down. Me and my friend are just here to talk."

The bar's owner with a shotgun leveled at Spider-Man's head glared at him for a few long moments, then lowered the weapon. "All right then. Everyone chill out! Go back to your drinks!" Putting the shotgun back under the counter where he had pulled it from, Deke glowered at the arachnid, then to the cowled feral behind him. "So you aren't going to kill anyone?"

"No, that's what I'm here for. I'm scarce on the details myself, but someone's been posing as me and doing things I would never do. I need to know if you've heard anything from your little convict birds, like where the guy's been and all that. Anything will do, and if I don't get an answer, I'm going to call in a favor to one of my good friends with a black shirt and a white skull."

Deke snorted. "Pass. I've heard a few whispers. That bald guy with the face band that teleports in and out here... whats his name... Telford... Something. Whatever it is, he was saying how he saw you carrying some weird arm off towards Central Park. A lot of the guys have been acting funny and killing folks. Figured it was just stupid rumors since you're kind of... straight edge..." Deke considered the arachnid and the Wolverine. "Either of you want a drink?"

"No. No swinging and drinking for me. Where exactly did he see me-- that guy -- when he had the arm? What else do you have?"

"Somewhere down along Madison Avenue and Central Park South. Your friend Shocker came in warning people not to cross you, saying you snapped. Even Gargan said to stay out of your way on his way out of town, that you killing people changed the game. The hell is going on?"

Even those guy are running scared...

"I'm trying to figure that out..." Spider-Man looked to his companion. "You want to head down there? People are creatures of habit, even people like me. I figure if he's gone down that way once before he might've done it a few more times. If you can track him down from there, we might be able to corner him and end this..."
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Logan
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As the fighting seemed to die down, Wolverine scowled and stepped over one of the downed villains in order to approach the bar a few steps behind the Web-Slinger. He listened as they went back and forth, crossing his arms over his chest and glancing around at those left standing in order to provide the threatening presence in the room. Not that Spider-Man wasn't capable of it, but a glare from Wolverine seemed to make most people stand down. At least the ones that knew better, anyhow.

When it appeared as if everyone was either returning to their drinks or picking themselves up off the ground, in some cases to go seek medical attention, Wolverine uncrossed his arms and walked up to the bar. He placed both hands on the rail that went along it's edge and nodded to Spider-Man's question as he stared at the bartender, Deek.

“Yea. If nothing else, he'd leave a trail behind. I'm familiar enough with his scent to know real quick if this jackass is lying,” he said, extending a hand up and pointing at something beyond Deek. The bartender turned slowly to look at what was being pointed at, and saw that it was the beer tap. When he looked back, Wolverine nodded once and held up a single finger. “One for me then, bub.”

As Deek poured his beer up, Wolvie turned to Spider-Man again. “You're counterpart seems to be getting quite a reputation. We could use that as well,” Wolverine turned and took the glass mug as Deek handed it to him. He tipped it once in the bartender's direction and then drank half of it in one go before continuing. “If he is being violent and sloppy, that leaves a trail. He might look like you, but he doesn't act like you... Which makes me think that he isn't as careful. Plus... if he keeps coming back to the same place, chances are that he doesn't lay his head very far away.”

Wolverine raised the glass and polished off the beer, wishing he had time for a cigar with it... but something told him they shouldn't linger in a place like this for much longer. Setting the glass down on the table, he walked towards the door without even offering to pay. It wasn't like he carried his wallet in this outfit anyways.
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