Surely I did, thanks for the heads up.
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Bruce arrived home, and was shooed up to bed by a father trying to be caring. He appreciated that, but as he hydrated and woke up from the fog of his unconscious morning, he actually felt fine. Great, better than ever, even. He stayed in his room to avoid his father worrying, stripped down to sweats and a tank top. He couldn't stay in bed, though, and started pacing. The pacing turned into basic calisthenics, and soon he was picking up the weights he kept in his room to get a decent workout in.
They were all wrong, none of the numbers seemed to line up with how heavy they were to him, and he felt like he kept having to add weight to the barbell. He didn't realize it was nearly three hundred pounds until he dropped it and heard a worrying crack from the floor.
"What the shit?" He put all the weights he owned on the bar, and went to do a deadlift. The bar bent almost into a U, and snapped in the middle as he hefted it. Still it felt like a light workout. Bruce blinked down at his hands, not sure what to make of this. Experimentally, he picked up one end of the broken bar, heedless of the immense weight on one end of it, and held it in both hands. He bent the bar, and found it was as easy as if it were... maybe not rubber, but certainly some kind of plastic. He couldn't think exactly what to compare it to, but he shouldn't have been able to do anything of the sort.
When he made to drop the broken halves, he winced again at the heavy end thudding into the ground. It took him a moment to notice that the shorter piece of bar, without the weights on it, didn't come loose from his hand. It was sticking to his fingers, though they were open to drop it. Bruce clenched his fist and opened it again, and this time the bar fell. He walked over to the desk and put his hand flat down on it, lifting it back up. It seemed normal, and he repeated the motion a few times, flexing his fingers in different ways, until finally when he went to lift his hand, the whole desk came with it, spilling his computer and a pile of homework to the ground.
"Shit..." He figured his father must have gone to sleep again, or else was out, otherwise surely he would hear all the noise Bruce was making.
Sticky hands and super strength, he mused. Like a certain friendly neighborhood hero from across the river. What the hell? He may as well give it a shot.
Bruce walked over to the wall and placed both of his hands on it, one slightly higher than the other, and then placed first one bare foot, and then the other along with it. No more feet on the ground, and yet he did not fall, Bruce was stuck to the wall. He took a tentative crawling step, and another. In moments he was gleefully crawling on first the walls, back and forth, and then his ceiling(how did a quarter get in the light fixture?).
The discovery made him giddy, but soon he jumped back down onto his bed, and sat, his hands clasped in front of his face as he thought hard.
What in the world was he to do with this discovery?
~~~
He went to school as normal the next day, to the surprise of many classmates. Those who were invested in the school's athletics programs were very solicitous, making sure he was okay, which he assured them he was. He didn't care for this sort of attention that came up around big games at the best of times. Now, with his bizarre secret, he felt more uncomfortable than ever to be the object of discussion and close observation.
When someone referred to him as "football dork," he didn't fool himself for a second that anyone else could be meant, and he turned to look Tess in the face.
Freak, she said? He wondered what had happened to her. It had already occurred to him that the sudden sickness that several people had been afflicted with might very well be related to the onset of his powers, but she hadn't gotten sick, had she?
He didn't let these thoughts on, and instead looked her over in mock concern, "You don't look like any kind of freak to me, but what do I know? Just a dumb jock, right? What in the hell are you talking about?"
They were all wrong, none of the numbers seemed to line up with how heavy they were to him, and he felt like he kept having to add weight to the barbell. He didn't realize it was nearly three hundred pounds until he dropped it and heard a worrying crack from the floor.
"What the shit?" He put all the weights he owned on the bar, and went to do a deadlift. The bar bent almost into a U, and snapped in the middle as he hefted it. Still it felt like a light workout. Bruce blinked down at his hands, not sure what to make of this. Experimentally, he picked up one end of the broken bar, heedless of the immense weight on one end of it, and held it in both hands. He bent the bar, and found it was as easy as if it were... maybe not rubber, but certainly some kind of plastic. He couldn't think exactly what to compare it to, but he shouldn't have been able to do anything of the sort.
When he made to drop the broken halves, he winced again at the heavy end thudding into the ground. It took him a moment to notice that the shorter piece of bar, without the weights on it, didn't come loose from his hand. It was sticking to his fingers, though they were open to drop it. Bruce clenched his fist and opened it again, and this time the bar fell. He walked over to the desk and put his hand flat down on it, lifting it back up. It seemed normal, and he repeated the motion a few times, flexing his fingers in different ways, until finally when he went to lift his hand, the whole desk came with it, spilling his computer and a pile of homework to the ground.
"Shit..." He figured his father must have gone to sleep again, or else was out, otherwise surely he would hear all the noise Bruce was making.
Sticky hands and super strength, he mused. Like a certain friendly neighborhood hero from across the river. What the hell? He may as well give it a shot.
Bruce walked over to the wall and placed both of his hands on it, one slightly higher than the other, and then placed first one bare foot, and then the other along with it. No more feet on the ground, and yet he did not fall, Bruce was stuck to the wall. He took a tentative crawling step, and another. In moments he was gleefully crawling on first the walls, back and forth, and then his ceiling(how did a quarter get in the light fixture?).
The discovery made him giddy, but soon he jumped back down onto his bed, and sat, his hands clasped in front of his face as he thought hard.
What in the world was he to do with this discovery?
~~~
He went to school as normal the next day, to the surprise of many classmates. Those who were invested in the school's athletics programs were very solicitous, making sure he was okay, which he assured them he was. He didn't care for this sort of attention that came up around big games at the best of times. Now, with his bizarre secret, he felt more uncomfortable than ever to be the object of discussion and close observation.
When someone referred to him as "football dork," he didn't fool himself for a second that anyone else could be meant, and he turned to look Tess in the face.
Freak, she said? He wondered what had happened to her. It had already occurred to him that the sudden sickness that several people had been afflicted with might very well be related to the onset of his powers, but she hadn't gotten sick, had she?
He didn't let these thoughts on, and instead looked her over in mock concern, "You don't look like any kind of freak to me, but what do I know? Just a dumb jock, right? What in the hell are you talking about?"
@webboysurf Spider-Man is definitely well known, he works with the Avengers, but not always.
Heroes in general have been rising to prominence in the last 20 years, the Avengers went public with S.H.I.E.L.D. about 15 years ago. Spider-Man has been out and about for the last 10 years, half of which he’s been pretty famous for(thanks to Stark’s sponsorship).
Peter Parker is now a senior in college.
Heroes in general have been rising to prominence in the last 20 years, the Avengers went public with S.H.I.E.L.D. about 15 years ago. Spider-Man has been out and about for the last 10 years, half of which he’s been pretty famous for(thanks to Stark’s sponsorship).
Peter Parker is now a senior in college.
@tobiax Her name was deliberately similar to Carol Danvers! But only for cosmetic reasons.
I'm not tipping my hand on some things yet, but no, simbiotes aren't common knowledge, though they aren't deep government secrets either. It's out there for people to know, if they're in the right circles.
I'm not tipping my hand on some things yet, but no, simbiotes aren't common knowledge, though they aren't deep government secrets either. It's out there for people to know, if they're in the right circles.
Everyone can feel free to post themself out of school, maybe do some power discovering stuff.
Obviously Tess has just been plot targeted. A little.
Obviously Tess has just been plot targeted. A little.
The office of Nurse Elizabeth Hopkins
Bruce was looking around at the others. There were quite a few of them, but what was Oberon implying by mentioning how weird that was?
"Could be something we ate. Like, uh, do any of your folks shop at the organic market at Charleston and Bridgewater?
He didn't pay much attention as Tess pilfered the nurse's stuff and then left. She was a uselessly abrasive person, and he honestly didn't have time for that.
There was a bit of a scare just then when an ambulance siren could be heard approaching, and stopping somewhere on campus. Bruce, for one, thought for a moment that things were more serious than they had expected.
"Is that for us? What kind of plague is this?"
But moments later, a boy with a bloody leg could be seen being wheeled by the open door on a stretcher.
It turned out that Jackson was right on the money. Soon, the very frazzled principle appeared with a few parents, including Dr. Bailey, who was not working during the day at the moment.
"Ah," the principle spoke up first. "Good, you're awake. Some of your parents are here to take you home, and we're arranging rides for the rest of you. How does everyone feel?"
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@Burning Kitty
Women's Restroom
Danielle Carroll was the first to find Tess. Nobody answered when she knocked repeatedly on the door, so she began to assume it was some kind of asshole prank, locking the unisex bathroom from the outside so no one could use it. Transphobic motivations, most like.
She looked up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, before putting her hand up to the little hole in the door handle, through which the lock could be pressed. A sort of electric whir noise emanated from her open palm, as a small, controlled pulse of force shot into the lock, clicking it open. When she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. Not just from the person occupying the room, but from the unusual appendages that Danielle got there just in time to see. They seemed to be dissolving as she watched.
Danielle hopped in the cramped bathroom, closed the door behind her, and tried to shake Tess awake.
"Hey, hey. What are you? Mutant? Inhuman? Symbiote host?"
Bruce was looking around at the others. There were quite a few of them, but what was Oberon implying by mentioning how weird that was?
"Could be something we ate. Like, uh, do any of your folks shop at the organic market at Charleston and Bridgewater?
He didn't pay much attention as Tess pilfered the nurse's stuff and then left. She was a uselessly abrasive person, and he honestly didn't have time for that.
There was a bit of a scare just then when an ambulance siren could be heard approaching, and stopping somewhere on campus. Bruce, for one, thought for a moment that things were more serious than they had expected.
"Is that for us? What kind of plague is this?"
But moments later, a boy with a bloody leg could be seen being wheeled by the open door on a stretcher.
It turned out that Jackson was right on the money. Soon, the very frazzled principle appeared with a few parents, including Dr. Bailey, who was not working during the day at the moment.
"Ah," the principle spoke up first. "Good, you're awake. Some of your parents are here to take you home, and we're arranging rides for the rest of you. How does everyone feel?"
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@Burning Kitty
Women's Restroom
Danielle Carroll was the first to find Tess. Nobody answered when she knocked repeatedly on the door, so she began to assume it was some kind of asshole prank, locking the unisex bathroom from the outside so no one could use it. Transphobic motivations, most like.
She looked up and down the hall to make sure the coast was clear, before putting her hand up to the little hole in the door handle, through which the lock could be pressed. A sort of electric whir noise emanated from her open palm, as a small, controlled pulse of force shot into the lock, clicking it open. When she opened the door, her eyes widened in shock. Not just from the person occupying the room, but from the unusual appendages that Danielle got there just in time to see. They seemed to be dissolving as she watched.
Danielle hopped in the cramped bathroom, closed the door behind her, and tried to shake Tess awake.
"Hey, hey. What are you? Mutant? Inhuman? Symbiote host?"
@FoxSoxs No it wasn’t, you can apply to play.
Glad to see the hype, and I’m glad to see the posts rolling in. Lemme get reading!
@tobiax You’re right, I did miss it.
Looks good, I guess you’re going there, huh?
Be prepared to have visions and stuff pmed to you.
Looks good, I guess you’re going there, huh?
Be prepared to have visions and stuff pmed to you.
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