C A P T A I N M A R V E L
C A P T A I N M A R V E L
The first few nights were the weirdest. Bailey had woken up in the familiar room surrounded by unfamiliar things, remembering quickly that things had taken a turn for the freaky. He looked down at the poorly fitting pyjama's he'd gotten from the donations box. He then looked over at his costume he'd taken off. The first day, he'd taken back that Gotham Knights hoodie. And after the Centre had gotten less busy, he and Christina had finally made their way to one of the abandoned warehouses down by the waterfront. Bailey put his Spider-Boy costume on, just in case. He wasn't quite prepared to end up naked if this costume was the only one capable of surviving the process
"Ok, Captain. Let's see what you can do." Christina said.
"Alright..." He shook himself off.
"SHAZA-"
"Waitwaitwaitwait!" Christina said, shaking her hands.
"You know how this goes. You should like... You know, have a catchphrase!" She beamed.
"Like." She walked into the middle of the room next to him. Before striking a heroic pose, pointing to her head.
"WITH THE WISDOM OF SOLOMON!" Then flexing her muscles.
THE STRENGTH OF HERCULES!" She then to her feet
"THE SPEED OF ACHILLES!""No, first A is Stamina of Atlas, second A is Courage of Achilles, it's Speed of Mercury." He corrected her.
"Sorry, yeah." She quickly thought.
"Ummm..." She then snapped her fingers, then held up the sky
"THE STAMINA OF ATLAS!" Then struck a pose of throwing the Thunderbolt.
"THE POWER OF ZEUS!" She then struck a salute.
"THE COURAGE OF ACHILLES!" She then struck a running pose.
"AND THE SPEED OF MERCURY!" Rolling her fists from side to side, then striking a last heroic pose.
"I AM SHAZAM!!! And then you do the big flashy transformation.""No, i'm Captain Marvel." He replied.
"The Wizard isShazam!"
As the bolt of lightning came through the open skylight and in a flash of light, he was in his powered form now. He looked down at his body.
"See, this is why i needed a different name. I'm gonna transform every time i say it." Christina looked him up and down again.
"Damn..." She tutted.
"If you were, like, 7 years older..." She said, looking at his perfectly chizzled pecks. Bailey blushed profusely as she said this.
"Calm down, Briggs. You're just a kid. You'll find a girl your own age who looks at you like that one day. And so will I." She giggled, imagining herself as the big, buff, red-clad heroine with the girls and boys fawning over her.
"Oh yeah, baby, they're real. And so are these hot lips" She whispered to the hot imaginary friends, smooching the air. Bailey shook his head. He could never understand why Teenagers were so obsessed with kissing and stuff.
"Yuck." He grimaced.
"Hey, give it 4 years and you'll be in the exact same boat. I thought that way when i was 10 too." She growled, pointing accusitorily at him.
"Alright, you said Shazam wanted you to figure out your powers as part of your training. So, let's figure them out." She walked over to a large, rusted boiler, before flicking out her phone and looking over it, then typing some numbers into it.
"Ok, so this is a Humac P8-61. The internet says it weighs about 195 tons all in all. Now, it's a bit old and some people have scavanged parts, so let's say, a third that which is..." She was about to put it into her calculator when Bailey responded.
"130 Tons""Nobody likes a smart... Solomon... Ok, fine, now, let's see if you can lift it?" She slapped it, letting out a dull clung that echo'd through warehouse. Bailey looked it up and down.
"No." He responded. A sinister smile crept across Christina's face.
"Brrrrrrk... She began.
"Brrr... Bruk... Bruk! BWAAAAAALK!!!" She cawed out loud and annoying chicken sounds, continuing while tucking her hands into her armpits to flap her elbows and strutting around to add to the illusion. As she did so, something twinged in the back of Bailey's head. But he didn't know exactly what, but this was INCREDIBLY disconcerting... He didn't know what it was, not like his Spider-Senses. That was more a tingle than a twinge. More like, he'd heard this sound before.
"No, i'm not afraid i can't." He pointed to the roof and to the fact that it was clearly helping to hold up the roof. Christina looked up.
"Damn, ol' Solomon never misses, does he?" She asked. She then looked around, taking a great sniff, then coughing due to the acrid smell in this place.
"Ok, i have no idea what to do around here.""Then why are we even here?" He asked, frowning. Christina looked around.
"Look, you ever seen Rocky?" Bailey looked a little sad.
"Mom showed me the films once..." Christina put her hand on his shoulder
"Hey." She looked him in the eyes.
"Real men can cry when they miss their mom's." Bailey perked up a little, laughed.
"Well, yeah, but i was more thinking of..." He sighed. She put her finger on his lips
"Shhh-" She whispered and closed her eyes knowingly.
"We ALL cried when Mickey died... It's ok. It's the 3 scenes in movies we're all allowed to cry when watching. When Mickey dies in Rocky 3, when the Ant dies in Honey, I Shrunk The Kids and when John Cofey dies in The Green Mile. Only reason Achilles didn't turn into a blubbering baby is because they didn't have a good cinema system on The Argo." Bailey was about to correct her that Achilles wasn't on The Argo, but remembered that nobody liked a Smart Solomon. He simply shook his head and thought for a second. As he did so, Christina was already back on her phone looking up something
"Alright, next move, we go down to the beach-front, probably a few old ships you can lift for us to get an idea of. They'll have an official tonnage registered somewhere in public record." She groaned, tapping furiously. Meanwhile, Bailey came to the sudden realization.
"There's one place we can go." He said. Christina looked up at him.
"Maybe. Depends entirely on if he even exists here."Oh boy, more temporal shenanigans?" She asked.
"Maybe... Do you know if a guy called Ezekiel Sims exists here?" He asked. Christina looked at him, stiffled a condescending laugh, coughed, and then replied.
"Yeah, the billionaire philanthropist head of General Techtronics Corporation? Heck, he's one of the biggest donors to F.E.A.S.T." Chrisina said. Bailey sighed a breath of relief. Honestly, he was a little afraid that in this timeline, he'd be some crazy psycho-killer or something else ridiculous.
"You wanna fly?" He smiled... Then realized he still hadn't gotten a handle on that yet.
"Actually, let's get the bus." He replied.
"SHAZAM!"
After about 2 buses that Christina had managed to convince the drivers to let them drive for free, by pretending to be taking her homeless kid brother to the doctors, they arrived at a small, unassuming appartment block in Hell's Kitchen. The acrid stench of the inner city really helping to sell the vibe that this place was not the most welcoming part of The Big Apple. Walking up the stairs to the door, Bailey looked at the names on the door bells.
"Um, Bail. I appreciate you knowing stuff from some other time and place, but let's face facts, we don't even know he lives here. I mean, why the heck would he? He's got that dolla-dolla-dolla. Nobody lives here that doesn't have to." Bailey shook his head as she told him. He then saw it. "JMS"
"An alias he uses when he needs to go unnoticed." He pressed the button, holding it for a few seconds as the faint buzzing of the low-quality, super-loud alarms from from upstairs could barely be heard in the distance. A few seconds later they heard it.
"Pizza Guy?" Came an older, slightly haggard voice.
"Ummm, no. My name is Bailey Briggs, i need to talk with you." He replied. The pair of them stood there for about a minute while no response came. Christina then pressed the buzzer again several times.
"If you haven't gotten a Pizza Delivery job and got my pie in the last 81 seconds, there's gonna be hell to pay." The response came.
"Look, ya old fart, this kid needs to talk with you, because he knows things and you are gonna want him to keep quiet about it." She gave Bailey a thumbs up and a smile, meanwhile, Bailey looked horrified. Sims was a great mentor and a good man, but he didn't respond well to threats. Frankly, he had seen him leave people webbed to poles for MUCH less than that.
"About a little Spider-related matter." Bailey at this point was trying to push her away from the comms, but now being an unpowered child came with it's own set of drawbacks. He instinctively reached out to shoot some web across her mouth to prevent them from being killed, but again, no shooters.
"Just a minute." The voice sighed. Christina took her finger off the intercom button and looked down at the child that she was holding back with her free hand.
"What's he gonna do? You're Captain Marvel." She asked, before a second later, all she could back her claim up with was a muffled scream as she was catapulted into the air, from a load of webbing wrapping around her back, arms and mouth, Bailey looked up.
"SHAZ-
MMMPH!!!" He tried to call out as a second web wrapped around his mouth and shoulders, yanking him up into the air and the pair found themselves quickly dangling from the ceiling of a dingy little appartment.
"Not the brightest bulb in the drawer, are ya?" The voice came. Bailey struggled, desperately trying to get free to explain why he was here. But since he couldn't call the words and he wasn't a Spider anymore, he was no different from most of the usual crooks.
"Yer tellin' me that you found out about my secret that i'm able to bench-press 20 tons and have spider-powers and instead of calling that ass Jameson or any of those other jerks, you thought you'd just show up to my appartment?" He then took a proper look at them.
"Yer just kids... Who do you work for. Fisk? Don't tell me that old bastard Silvermane found out." He sighed, clearly contemplating his next move. Bailey was thrashing about, desperately trying to get a lip free, but to no avail. Sims looked at Bailey.
"Boy, you are hard to look at." He slowly walked over, his bare feet making little noise on the creaky floor.
"I see you... I..." He poked Bailey's forehead.
"I can touch you... But it's like... Yer not even there." Bailey nodded and continued his muffled explainations. Sims rolled his eyes, before turning around and grabbing a knife. Both of the kids immediately started thrashing around wildly. Bailey's foot went straight at the knife, but was easily batted away by the old man's much stronger hands. He grabbed Bailey's face with the free hand.
"Hold still, or prepare to go to the dentist to fix this." He said, before with a swift motion, he cut away the webbing around Bailey's mouth.
"PLEASEMASTERSIMSIMHEREFORMORETRAININGIMNOTAVILLAINISWEAR!" He managed to blast out as the last of the webbing fell away, but the face was grabbed again by the free hand.
"Slow down. Use words." He growled.
"Please... I'm Bailey... This is Christina and i've got a REALLY weird story to tell you..." 
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