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I'm just going to leave this piece of my childhood here:

@Inkarnate

Thanks for spoiling my final post of the season

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So yes, *gasp* Otto Octavius is a bad guy. I'm going with mustache-twirling evil Otto, mostly because that's the kind of Otto I like best.

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*Finishes what I assume is the 100th post*

*sees I'm 101*



"Master Bruce, you son of a bitch."

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I rush at her, swinging the blade, which she easily avoids with a sidestep. She slings one of her webs at me, using it to throw me through another wall; just as planned. The building groans in protest, and I pull myself back to my feet again. It's already close to collapsing in on itself, and I'm sure a bunch of the people around here weren't happy with the eyesore. I'm just doing them a favor, which just so happens to help me out too.

I wipe the blood from the corner of my mouth as she approaches, knife still at the ready. "... That the best you got?"

@Simple Unicycle

He comes at me again, swinging wildly with the blade. I dip below the strike, grab his arm, and toss him with another judo-like throw. At least I think it's judo-like. I dunno. I watched a lot of judo at the Olympics a few years ago. It's in a moment like this that I realize I really have no clue how to actually fight. I'm just getting by on my powers. Maybe I should work on that at some point.

Focus, Stacy!

Castle slides across the grimy floor and slams into another wall, which buckles from the impact. He doesn't stay down though. He spits blood all over the floor, probably not the first time that's happened in this germ trap, and smiles at me. That red and white grin just tells me all I need to know. Frank Castle enjoys this. He enjoys getting his ass kicked, and if this continues, I could really hurt this guy. Usually the bad guys stay down after I hit them a few times. But this? This is crazy. This guy is legit nuts.

The knife comes at me again, but he follows up his strike with a fist, and then a foot. He's a whirlwind of strikes. None of them land, but all of them slam through the walls of the derelict building. I dip and dodge out of the way as the two of us dance in this dusty dump. He doesn't stop though, at least not until I manage to web his hand to the floor.

I flip back away from him to catch my breath, when I realize the groaning of the building as become a constant. All around me, the walls continue to crumble. A huge chunk of ceiling from the floor above slams down, separating Punisher and I. As it does, I see him cutting the webbing away from his trapped hand. But at this point, there's more important problems to deal with. The sounds of crashing steel, glass, and plaster fill my ears, and I realize this building is coming down. Now.

I start firing webbing off left and right in an attempt to solidifying the structural integrity of the rotting complex. But I'm not gonna do any good inside.

"Shit," I curse my luck, realizing the Punisher is either going to escape or die here tonight. But if this building comes down, it could injure innocent people around it, and I can't have that. I turn and fire a webline out of a gaping hole in the side of the nearest wall, and escape into the fresh air.

"What the hell is that!?" Peter asks about the sounds he hears through the comms.

"The bastard 'Super Shredder'ed me!" I respond as I swing around the building. I attach lines from the building to its neighbors, as I wrap the webline I'm swinging on around it. Dust, debris, and dirt shoot out the sides as the walls buckle and crumble. It looks like a full soda can being crushed by a vice, if I'm being honest. A soda can full of pee mattresses. Disgusting.

Thankfully, my webbing holds, and the final creak of the collapsing building echoes down the streets of New York. I let out a deep sigh, but the relaxation is brief, as the momentary silence is replaced with the scream of sirens. Before long, cop cars choke the street I'm on, and out of one of them comes my dad.

"Hey!" I do my best to mask my voice, more than I normally do. The cops point their guns at me, and I put my hands up, with my feet sticking to the side of a fire escape, "Don't shoot. Punisher is in there. Well, at least he was. Be careful."

Before any of them can respond or, knowing cops, shoot at me, I swing off.

**********

"Impressive," Black Tarantula smiles as the scene plays out on the screen in front of her. "And you have the drone constantly follow her?"

"No," the man next to her responds. "So far it's not fast enough to keep up with her swinging. But it shows up when there's sufficient police presence. Where there is crime and suffering, there will be Spider-Woman. The more data I acquire about her, the more I can refine my designs, and find out how to replicate the process that created her."

"You want to make more of them?" the Tarantula asks in horror.

"No, not exactly," the bespectacled man chuckles softly. "Similar...but more...let's just say obedient. Our contract says we need to start human trials years from now. But this is science. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I hope to provide the world with a new generation of Captain Americas, my dear. To ensure the human race can protect itself for the day that these...gods and monsters decide to subjugate us. Across all history more advanced races always wiped out the less advanced ones. It's only a matter of time before that happens again."

"Mhm," Black Tarantula nods. "And how can you guarantee obedience?"

"A matter of biology," Doctor Otto Octavius leans forward, his bespectacled face suddenly illuminated by the screens and drone footage. The Oscorp scientist had tracked the crime lord down days ago, after the Spider-Woman had foiled the hit at the docks. How he knew about the Silk Syndicate's presence in the city was unknown, but he wanted to help with the Spider-Woman situation. He is ambitious, possibly more so than the tarantula. All he wants is to push his field of understanding and combating the new metahuman threat forward, in a way others seem to be afraid to do. "All across the animal kingdom are examples of workers and warriors compelled to protect their homes at the command of their kings and queens. All it takes is discovering the correct combination of variables, my friend."

He smiles as he watches Spider-Woman swing away. He was handsome, if disheveled. A true scientist in look. His auburn hair hangs around his ears, and is in a perpetual state of mussed. His strong cheekbones save his slightly-chubby face from being plain. "Just a question of variables. Shall we proceed with the next experiment?"

"Let's," Black Tarantula smiles before putting a finger to their ear. "Enforcers, I'm sending you Spider-Woman's coordinates. Move in, and neutralize the target."

Octavius leans back and produces a bowl of popcorn from below his desk. He trows a handful into his mouth and begins munching on the popped kernels, "I do hope this show is as good as you're promising. So far, it's living up to my expectations."

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I furrow my brow. "You're right. It wasn't part of the plan. And maybe you won't believe it, but I didn't shoot to kill. Those were my friends, and it's a damn shame things had to be this way, but I won't let anyone get in the way of my mission. Not my friends, not criminals, and certainly not some superpowered kid playing dress up."

@Simple Unicycle

Shooting not to kill is still shooting. That's, like, the lamest defense this guy could have possibly come up with. "Sorry officer, I was only stabbing him to hurt him, not to kill him." "Sorry Mister Human Rights Investigator, we didn't mean to nuke a city with the population of a small country! We just wanted to give them a warning!"

This guy believes whatever he's doing is going to be the right decision. Literally the personality trait every movie villain has. "No really, I'm the good guy here!" Please. This guy is jumping through more mental hoops than an abused lion in the worst circus in the world, which is all of them, really.

I force out a humorless laugh at that. "Turn myself in? When this is over, maybe."

"... This is going to sound generic, but we're not so different, you and me. We both saw the crime and corruption around us, both probably had something important taken away from us because of it, and we wouldn't stand for it any longer. Difference is how we go about it; you still think criminals have a chance to redeem themselves, so you haul them in. I don't, so I put them down like the rabid dogs they are."

@Simple Unicycle

Oh my god he isn't seriously giving me the "We're not different" speech is he? Oh my god he is! This guy jumped straight off the screen! Next he'll be offering me his hand and saying he's my real father! That we can rule the galaxy as father and son! He'll be offering me bank bonds out of Yakatomi Plaza. This is insane. I found myself a real life super villain. Maybe I can ask him to be my nemesis. Spider-Woman and the Punisher, doomed to fight the battle of good vs evil for the rest of time.

Before I can respond to his ridiculousness, however, he takes off down the alley, making me roll my eyes yet again. The guy may be one hell of a fighter, but he's not gonna be able to outrun me for long. I swing after him, and it's clear he's got some destination in mind. I don't know if it's some sort of safe house or weapons stash, but I definitely shouldn't let him get there.

"Hey Punisher! I don't wanna brag but I do kinda have super-Oh crap!" my eyes go wide as my spider sense explodes with a warning.

Before I can react, the trash can lid Punisher had picked up flies through the webline I'm swinging on, sending me tumbling to the New York street. Shaking the cobwebs out of my head...heh...cobwebs...I look up to see Frank through his weight through the boarded up door of a derelict apartment building. Broken windows line the five story facade, and some creative graffiti says some very nasty things about cops.

"What a charming place to have a fight," I mutter to myself as I swing through a gaping first floor window. The inside makes me shudder. I've never been known as a clean freak, but this place is the definition of gross. Moldy, damp matresses and blankets are strewn about the crumbled drywall. The lovely smell of mildew and stale urine filters up through my mask. Maybe Pete can make me some sort of filter for situations like this moving forward.

"Gwen." Speak of the devil. "You find him?"

"Yea, and we're now apparently going to fight in the Land of Hepatitis," I gag. "I'm gonna take the longest shower of my life after this. Remind me to get like 5 tetanus shots soon."

"Will do."

I step through a hole in a wall, since the doorway of the old apartment I'm in had collapsed long ago. Considering all the creaking and cracking going on in this place, it's going to be difficult to hear Punisher coming. He's got training, so I'm sure he'll use that to his advantage.

You always hear about how you should never corner a scared or desperate animal, but here I am tempting fate.

Suddenly, another warning sounds through my body, and I move just in time as Frank bursts through another wall brandishing a knife. He manages to give me a shallow gash across the thigh. A small amount of pain runs along my leg, and blood begins to trickle down my suit. He was aiming for a maiming slice, something that would allow him to get away. He really is smart, and I appreciate that he went for a leg and not my neck. But I still grab his arm as he passes me and toss him through the closest wall. The building groans in protest, and some drywall dust rains down on me.

"God I hope this place doesn't have asbestos," I mumble to myself before yelling at Punisher. "I swear to god if that knife wasn't yours and I get super AIDS from this place I am going to kill you, Castle!"

I step through the wall I tossed him through, and find him still brandishing the blade, hunched over like a wild dog, "Give it up, Castle. You can't win this."

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I'd be lying if I said I had any idea where I should look for Punisher. I took off in the direction I just kind of figured he'd go in, and now I'm flying blind. Why can't my Spider-Sense track someone? Or why couldn't I have gotten like, super smell in this whole arrangement. Actually, scratch that. I live in New York. I ride the subway a lot. Super smell would definitely, totally be absolute torture every minute of every day.

"Pete," I curse myself as I sprint and spring from roof to roof, "I think I got here too late. I think I may have lost-"

*BANG!*

A gunshot roars a few blocks from here, and I take off after it. It might not be Punisher, but at the very least it should give me someone to hand over to the police. I swing over that way, only to find the man I'm looking for. Frank Castle turns away from a man he just murdered and begins to head away from his newest crime scene. I swing over him, snatching the gun out of his hand with a webline as I do.

I land on a fire escape, moonlight filtering into the alley behind me. Frank looks up at me, and a slight snarl crosses his face.

"I'm giving you one chance to walk away. I don't like hurting girls. But if it comes down to it, I won't hesitate to break you," I say, readying myself to avoid any webs she slings my way. Her style was to quickly ensnare and incapacitate her opponents, and leave them there for the police to find. I wasn't going to be the next 'criminal' she captures, and if I was, I'd be damned if I went down without a fight...

@Simple Unicycle

"Oh spare me your warning, Captain Toxic Masculinity," I roll my eyes under my mask as I drop the clip out of his pistol and toss it up to the roof above the alley. He doesn't move. He doesn't react to anything I do. Just stands there, studying me. Remember Gwen, he's the Terminator. There is no emotion. No fear. Just working out how he can get to his next objective. "Frank Castle. Punisher. This ends. Now."

Again, no movement from the mass murderer.

"You shot cops tonight, Frank," I clench my fist as the two of us glare at one another. "Now, I hold some obnoxiously liberal views of the police force as much as any other 'millennial snowflake', but attempted murder is beyond the pale. Whatever it is that started this, whoever you were when you started this, but I have to assume gunning down cops wasn't a part of the plan. Innocent people are going to die before this is all over, Frank. Hell they may have tonight."

"Turn yourself in," I growl. "Or I'm putting you down."

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Hmmmmm interesting. Shorter season than we normally did, but I like the concept. Makes us put out a shorter, stronger storyline.

Was planning on having the season run the full senior year for Gwen, but in light of this maybe I'll just have it run the first half. Will have to see.

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Oh boy, time for the first bit of IC interaction between two players in this RP.

@Simple Unicycle

I'll have a post up tomorrow.

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Just spent the past 2 hours getting Spider-Woman pictures ready for stuff.

Have plenty for when I use Green Goblin...at the end of...next season.

*sigh*

:-p

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<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

You're gonna need to write at least five sex scenes to get the taste of people legitimately liking a film with Jessie Eisenberg's Jim Carrey's Lex Luthor and a plot that makes about as much sense as eating frozen pizza straight from the box out of my mouth.

Opinions being what they are, I can't overstate the legitimate unbridled hatred that I have for that movie. I have an easier time swallowing the pill that is the previous Batman movie, which ended with him quitting for good after already having retired for 8 years because Christopher Nolan decided to go auteur with the franchise rather than stick with the arc that The Dark Knight both set up and paid off.

It's been a rough decade for me on the live action Batman front.

(Though I guess I should still count myself lucky compared to others, who either haven't had their favorite characters show up in a film yet or did, and it was Green Lantern, Catwoman, Suicide Squad or some shit.)

@Master Bruce

Meanwhile, I'm over here in Captain America land frolicking like an idiot