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Jackson sighed as he had been caught stirring. He could practically feel the eyes on him, and there were so few people awake the teen figured it would be best to come clean. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, staying relatively quiet. He felt clammy and disgusting, a combination he tended to avoid even in the summer. He listened to the tyraid of answers the know-it-all attempted to present. As usual, he stated the obvious and claimed brilliance. A simple existence for a simple man in Jackson's mind.

"Something spreading so fast is weird. A couple of us waking up at around the same time? Ever heard of coincidence? The others'll be up soon and they'll have us all sent home." Jackson rarely let his emotions show so clearly. Probably a combination of sickness and everything else going on. Regardless, his attention turned towards Tess. He had seen her around, one of the other burnout foster kids with a lot of pent-up anger who vented their steam through misdemeanors. She was already combing through the nurse's purse, no surprise there.

"She got any gum in there?"

Red vs Blue: Respawn

I may have some interest.

Marvel: Shadows and Secrets (18+)

Jackson Hurley: AKA Slingshot

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May 6th, 2012
Location: New York

Slingshot made his way through the light traffic with ease, managing to pull out of the alley just before squad cars began to push their search perimeter to incorporate his home. With a few flicks on the bootleg police scanner in front of the passenger seat, the vigilante listened to the local police movement patterns. They weren't looking for him, not in the given vehicle and not in his quick change of clothing. His black leather jacket and lack of a helmet appeared to be paying off as he made his way towards the location Alistar had given him. The drive was relatively boring compared to the high-tension he had faced earlier, between the bar fight and the chase. This was the best action Jax had seen since he had left SHIELD, and he wondered why he had ever left.

Jax pulled up towards the hotel, parking in the garage. Once there, the vigilante took a moment to take a few breaths. He hadn't slept much the night before, having gotten up incredibly early to speak with Mayers. To be fair, Jackson didn't sleep well at all since the warehouse. Once ready to work again, Jax grabbed two of his cases and made his way towards the elevator. Once inside, he followed Alistar's instructions. Penthouse, Basement.... hold.... hold... penthouse. Once the sequence was completed, Jax tapped his foot as he waited to see what would await him when the sequence had completed.

The Marauders (2018)

If anyone has a problem with my post let me know and I'll void/modify it. Figured it was a nice little moment for Dev to show off his little skillset... namely setting up a broken thing so it'll explode, and his strangely high level of intellect in such a specific field.

The Marauders (2018)

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Specialist Devronian Arx

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Dev's heart gave a small flutter at the sound of the order. He immediately jumped up from the turret console, grabbing Death Whistle and making his way up and out of the cockpit, giving the pilot a small wave as she began her maneuvers. He was used to zero G maneuvers at this point, and made his way to his own room. He flipped up his bed, tossing it aside as he stared at his glorious hoard of advanced plastic explosives. He pulled out a duffle bag, placing in around 20 kilos of his own special explosive. Once he had that, he quickly picked up a receiver and a remote switch, tossing them into the bag as he made his way towards the Escape Pods.

Once down with the murder bots, Dev made sure to properly suit up, setting the explosives down to put on an emergency flight suit and helmet. He then made his way towards one of the broken escape pods, running his own shoddy diagnostics. "Port Thrusters and Life Support out of commission... structural integrity at about 54%... Oh this'll do nicely." With a few button presses, he entered into the tight airlock seal. Once the door was closed behind him, the inner door opened up to reveal a beaten up craft. It was surprisingly holding together, but various cracks and damaged electrical bits were clearly signs of tampering. The pod was unusable for proper escape, but perfect for the large space grenade Dev was cooking up.

A few taps on Dev's datapad loaded up his song (Bach's Air on the G String). He smiled at the soaring melody of the piece, his hands swinging in soothing motions as the work began. It took but five minutes, the explosives set precisely in patterns that wouldn't make sense to any rational being. But for Dev, it was art. Explosives so perfectly and delicately placed that failure was impossible in his mind. Having a second opinion, however, wasn't something Dev was above. "Tango, I need you to run a trajectory calculation. Locate their life support, I need this thing in the exact formation I'm sending you." With a swipe up, Dev sent his quick measurements to the AI, who easily churned out the specifications. "Calculations completed. Trajectory options delivered."

Dev made his way out of the pod through the small airlock, grabbing his leftover supplies. He smiled as the music came to an end, the strings stretching out the final notes as the door to the pod closed. Dev swiped the calculations over towards a small icon, a rather isometric icon of flight controls. He then spoke through the comms to Yasaliah. "Hate to spoil your fun, but I need you to pick up that flight pattern exactly. Tango is gonna launch the pod when you're in position. I'm headed up to the Bridge to watch the fireworks." Almost as an afterthought, Dev sent a message to the whole crew. "If this doesn't work, first round is on me when we're back at port..." The demolitions expert practically skipped to the bridge, eagerly anticipating the sight of a job well done.

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@Burning Kitty Updated Accordingly

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Honestly, I'm getting hyped for this little Spider-Breakfast Club we got going. We got Spider-Genius, Spider-Tank, Spider-Bitch, Spider-Angst, Spider-Prophet... we a full-fledged squad.

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It was another boring day in another boring home as Jackson ignored the fourth alarm. He was holed up in his own room in the basement of the Mudge residence that was only a hop and a skip away from school. There was no window to discern a time of day, but by the sound of the footsteps coming down the stairs it was definitely only a few minutes until school started. Sure enough, the door burst open and Greg Mudge, the family patriarch, was standing there in a suit and tie. "Damn it... Jax, hurry up. Throw on some fresh clothes and get to school." As the lawyer went to close the door and head off to work, he paused momentarily in the doorway. "Please don't skip today. I need you to watch Tyler's back." The groan of acknowledgement from the bed was a sufficient agreement, and Greg went upstairs to get off to work.

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The school seemed just as boring as ever. The last stragglers were rushing towards the building, Jackson's foster brother Tyler included in the mix. Tyler was only 12 but was a Freshman at Garfield High School. He was a prodigy of sorts and an anomaly for an orphan. He was gifted and cheerful, but was also much smaller than most of the other students. An easy target, one that Jackson would go after if he chose to release his anger that way. But today was apparently a good day, as the bullies weren't waiting out front for Tyler. A sigh of relief and obligation passed his lips as he made his way into the building himself.

He went to his first class of the day, Chemistry. He sat in the back of the class, as usual. Chemistry was one of the classes everyone had to take, which would explain why the star of the football team and the resident whiz kid were noticeable standouts from the rest of the crowd. Jackson... he just blended in with the other burnouts. Whispers flooded around him as the other students who didn't care much for the class talked about how "fucked up" they got the night before, and what they were planning to do during lunch. The bell was a saving grace for Jackson as he picked up his messenger bag and tried to make it out of class. Unfortunately, Bruce decided that he was going to collapse onto the ground and block the exit. Something seemed off about him...

And that's when his consciousness broke. Jackson fell to the ground like a bag of bricks, passed out. When he awoke, he was on the floor of the nurse's office on a mat. He felt cold and tingly, but he could make out two voices near him. His fellow classmates, the genius and the jock. There was a sharp pain in Jackson's forehead, and there was clearly a cold sweat dripping from his brow. From the looks of the others, it appeared that it was some kind of flu or virus. Just what Jackson needed. He laid his head back down on the mat and kept his eyes closed. He tried to listen to any nearby conversations, hoping to figure out what was going on.

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Name: Jackson Hurley

Age: 17 (Junior)

Appearance: Jackson is tall and lanky, standing at about 6'2" and weighing only weighing in at around 130 lbs. His hair color is naturally a dark chocolate brown, but he keeps it shaved to the point he nearly appears bald. He lacks tattoos or piercings, but does wear large t-shirts for 80s rock bands (most commonly, Guns N Roses). He pairs these with a beanie or baseball cap and dark jeans (even in summer). He typically wears beaten up running shoes to tie the outfit together.

Background: A delinquent due to his troubled past. Jackson's parents were neglectful and abusive, his father being a drunk and physical with him while his mother was an addict and a pathological liar. When Jackson was seven, he shared his home life with some friends in elementary school. The next day, Jackson found himself in Child Protective Services and was placed into Foster Care shortly afterwards.

Like many who have been forced from family to family, Jackson developed serious anger issues and kleptomania, while similarly developing emotional immaturity. Jackson often delves into his passions headfirst as an escape from reality, namely his love for music and his love for taking other people's shit.

Jackson just recently was released from Juvie after resisting arrest when caught attempting to break into a luxury condo. He has been placed back into foster care and is back in school. While he has missed class frequently, he has always managed to get exact C's in his classes, a perfect average to get by and graduate. His counselor at school believes this to be a sign that Jackson is smarter than he lets on, but most see the teenager as nothing more than a burnout delinquent.

Hero Name: Spider-Thief

Costume:


The costume was mostly put together by using some stolen clothes and items he had assembled together and dying it. He got help from his foster sister, Sarah Till. She helped put it together, thinking that Jackson was wanting to get into Spider-Man cosplay. Underneath the costume, Jackson wears kneepads and elbow pads to help prevent serious injuries, while also using a broken bike helmet to only protect the back of his head. He isn't as concerned with head mobility given his spider sense.

Powers:

Super Strength: 10
Speed and Agility: 35
Spider Sense: 25
Durability: 0
Accelerated Healing: 10
Camouflage: 20
Venom Blast: 0

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Just letting you know, I am doing one final edit to Hurley's Stats to make him fastest boi.