Any idea when we should expect a post MB?
Was gonna do a solo post to kill some time
Was gonna do a solo post to kill some time
"Thanks, Captain," Howard said with a nod towards Cap. He held the comm up in his feathered covered fingers. "You do good work. Not as good as Quacktain America, but you do in a pinch."
"Uh, so.", I begin, clearing my throat and trying to sound the least like the weenie that I truly am. "Sandy's clearly not going to be a problem anymore if SHIELD has a hold on him. I mean, if they can hold him. Not that I don't have any faith in SHIELD, I mean, I don't..."
I nervously laugh.
"Hoo, boy. Deep breaths, Spidey."
Looking back at a clearly confused Cap, I shrug.
"What I'm trying to say is, um, I'm sure it'll be fine. You and the big guns'll probably have the guy that hired Sandman in custody by dinner. And while I'd love to stay and help clean things up, chances are that if I stick around any longer, some idiot with a camera is gonna send footage of me being here to the Bugle and I'm going to end up being blamed for all of this. Especially given that Marko and I are usually tussling mano-a-mano. So... we done, here? Uh, sir?"
I don't think awkward begins to cover the spectrum of emotions that I just experienced in that one sentence.
Also, the duck is still here and I'm still trying to get ahold of myself.
His name is Harold, right?
In a few seconds, he cleared his throat before he went on comms. “Alright, team. What’s the 411? Is this a ‘Tony, we need you’ thing or what?”
He weakly smirked. “I just want to know because I missed breakfast and I really like to savor those little moments in life.”
"Okay, enough awready," Sandman grunted, straining to hold enough of his form to talk. "I was contacted, 'bout a week ago. Guy wants ta use me for a job, tells me he knows Cap'n here is gonna be in town today. All's I gotta do is show up at the right time, make some noise, get yer attention. He wires half a mill inta my account the night he calls me, says I'll get the other half afterwards. Easy money."
Already knowing what the follow-up questions will be, Marko continued.
"B'fore ya ask, no, I don't know who it is," he said. "Never met the guy in person, never sawr'is face, only spoke ta him once over a burner phone. Couldn't make out half a' what he was sayin, on account a his real thick accent. Sounded like, I dunno, some kinda Euro-trash."
Forming a crude pair of arms, Sandman held up a pair of hands submissively.
"Tha'ss all I know, swear ta God," he said. "Now lock me up, take me to the Vault or wherever, just get me away from that freakin' duck."
" 'course, you was here back when the Dodgers was here, too," he said, his hands turning into masses of quills. "Speakin' of, why dontcha try dodgin' these!!!"
As the quills hardened to jagged rocky spears, Sandman flung them towards the Star-Spangled Avenger, a hail of tiny darts speeding towards the hero in a blur.
"Hey, Flagman! If there's any way that I could help you out, now's the time to make requests!"