The Amazing... Well you know

boink-the-joiner inquired:
How old do you think you'll be when you retire? Do you think you'll ever retire?

"Iiit’s a bit early to be thinking about retirement, don’t you think?"

((oop, feeling pretty tired again… I think it’s about time I head to bed.

G’night!

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Clearly she had never met Hammerhead before. Unnecessary violence was his favorite kind. Still, he recognized her as one of the circus workers—one of the freaks, maybe? She looked the part. “Lost, huh?” The man glanced over at the brunette quickly before turning to Starfire once more. “Then get him back to his seat. We wouldn’t want him to miss the show, right?”

With a nod from Hammerhead, the thug released Peter, shoving him none-too-gently toward the redhead. Hammerhead offered them both a frown. “I better not catch either of you hanging around back here again. Understood?”

Starfire reached both arms out to steady to other, frowning slightly at Hammerhead before forcing a smile. “Yes. I have understood.” Her attention turned to Peter momentarily, and she finally turned to lead him away, her hand wrapped around his wrist. “Come, let us find your seat once again.” With a final almost suspicious glance at Hammerhead, she drug the brunette off. Quite literally, too.

Once they were far enough away, she released his wrist. “You are alright, yes?” The redhead regarded Peter a moment, as if checking for injuries, before turning towards him fully, both hands on her hips. “What is it you were doing?”

Well, Peter hadn’t been expecting that. Why would this girl stick her neck out for a total stranger like that? Maybe she wasn’t involved with the mob after all. But those other men definitely were. Especially the flat-topped one. The infamou Hammerhead, formerly one of Norman Osborn’s top men. Now it seemed as if he was running what remained of the organization.

Once they had stopped, Peter adjusted his coat—that thug had mussed it up pretty good—and turned to glance back at her. “A word of advice, Red,” he muttered, “your boss in there is mixed up with some bad people. If I were you I’d make tracks outta here. Understand?”

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

How was he supposed to explain himself? For all Peter knew, this girl could be just as tied in with the mob as anybody. But whether she was or not, if he didn’t do or say something quickly she was sure to alert someone to his presence. The choice was quickly taken from him, however, when his spider-sense kicked in. Something was coming, and he was quick to turn just in time to see a hand reaching out to grab him.

Peter could have avoided it easily, but then what? His powers might have given him away, and that was a risk he couldn’t take. So he stayed still as a large man grabbed his collar and pushed him against the trailer.

"I toldja we was bein’ watched," the man muttered as a few others stepped out of the trailer. One man, with a flat, deformed head, sneered at the brunette.

"Hate ta disappoint ya, kid," the flat-headed man muttered, "but dis ain’t the show. And you just walked into a world of hurt."

Starfire had noticed the man once before. Had he been around before? Possibly. Still, she wasn’t about to let him go and hurt someone, especially someone she had just had a conversation with. “Wait! He was merely lost, that is all!” She glanced the various men over, both hands held out defensively. “I was going to return him to his seat.”

She turned to the man who had spoken, hands clasping together as she offered an almost desperate smile. “Surely you do not wish for unnecessary violence, yes?” Well— She hoped so, anyway.

Clearly she had never met Hammerhead before. Unnecessary violence was his favorite kind. Still, he recognized her as one of the circus workers—one of the freaks, maybe? She looked the part. “Lost, huh?” The man glanced over at the brunette quickly before turning to Starfire once more. “Then get him back to his seat. We wouldn’t want him to miss the show, right?”

With a nod from Hammerhead, the thug released Peter, shoving him none-too-gently toward the redhead. Hammerhead offered them both a frown. “I better not catch either of you hanging around back here again. Understood?”

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Peter had crouched low to keep the men inside from spotting him, trying hard to hear what was being said. All he could make out was something about ‘the boss being taken down by the spider-freak,’ and some question as to who was running things now. So the men he was after really were here… good.

The sudden whisper t his ear, and the tap on his shoulder had startled him, however, and as if acting on pure instinct he turned to grab her wrist. He relaxed slightly when he saw her face. “Quiet,” he whispered. “Or they’ll hear us.”

The sudden grip around her wrist surprised her, but aside from a quiet squeak, she didn’t make much of a noise. “You did not answer my question,” She whispered back, “For what reason are you back here?” Her tone wasn’t accusatory, more curious than anything.

Her gaze glanced up towards the window momentarily before dropping down to the man in front of her. A brow raised curiously, and she looked at him almost suspiciously. She fell silent, however, as if trying to listen in as well. This man had to be back here and listening for a reason, right?

How was he supposed to explain himself? For all Peter knew, this girl could be just as tied in with the mob as anybody. But whether she was or not, if he didn’t do or say something quickly she was sure to alert someone to his presence. The choice was quickly taken from him, however, when his spider-sense kicked in. Something was coming, and he was quick to turn just in time to see a hand reaching out to grab him.

Peter could have avoided it easily, but then what? His powers might have given him away, and that was a risk he couldn’t take. So he stayed still as a large man grabbed his collar and pushed him against the trailer.

"I toldja we was bein’ watched," the man muttered as a few others stepped out of the trailer. One man, with a flat, deformed head, sneered at the brunette.

"Hate ta disappoint ya, kid," the flat-headed man muttered, "but dis ain’t the show. And you just walked into a world of hurt."

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

She really did seem like a nice kid. Almost too nice, really… Peter had to wonder how anyone could be so cheerful in the cold, cruel world they lived in. But then, could he really fault her if she was actually able to keep a smile? That was something to be envied, not condemned.

Still, Peter didn’t have long to think about it. He slipped out of the tent soon enough and, carefully, started looking around for the ringmaster’s trailer. He found it soon enough, and a look in the window was enough to show him the man wasn’t alone.

Running from back tent to back tent as she was asked to help dress the performers—and a few animals- Starfire was bound to notice the brunette by the ringmaster’s trailer. She paused a moment before floating over, only dropping back to the ground when she wanted him to know she was there.

"Excuse me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, "What is it you are doing back here?" She’d tapped him on the shoulder once, only to let her arm fall back to her side. "If you wished to see him you merely had to ask."

Peter had crouched low to keep the men inside from spotting him, trying hard to hear what was being said. All he could make out was something about ‘the boss being taken down by the spider-freak,’ and some question as to who was running things now. So the men he was after really were here… good.

The sudden whisper t his ear, and the tap on his shoulder had startled him, however, and as if acting on pure instinct he turned to grab her wrist. He relaxed slightly when he saw her face. “Quiet,” he whispered. “Or they’ll hear us.”

burningxstarsx:

friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Lucky her. Wherever she was from, it seemed the people were of tougher stock than the average New Yorker. Unless she was as much an oddity back home as she was here. Either way she seemed nice enough… Peter just hoped for her sake she wasn’t tangled up in the goings-on that her employers seemed to be.

"Well," he continued, "I guess I’ll just go take my seat then." Of course he had other plans in mind, but no need to tell her that. With a tip of his hat, the brunette turned to go and headed inside the tent. He would wait until no one was watching before slipping out the back.

"Very well. Please, I hope you find the performance most enjoyable!" Starfire waved after him, waiting until he had disappeared inside before turning to once again greet anyone else who decided to come inside. She stood around for perhaps five minutes before someone called her back into the tent to help assist the rest of the performers.

After all, the tight-rope walker couldn’t lace up her corset herself… And apparently several people needed help getting buttoned or laced up. Before long, it was ten minutes to show time, and Starfire was spending most of it in the back tents and trailers.

She really did seem like a nice kid. Almost too nice, really… Peter had to wonder how anyone could be so cheerful in the cold, cruel world they lived in. But then, could he really fault her if she was actually able to keep a smile? That was something to be envied, not condemned.

Still, Peter didn’t have long to think about it. He slipped out of the tent soon enough and, carefully, started looking around for the ringmaster’s trailer. He found it soon enough, and a look in the window was enough to show him the man wasn’t alone.

burningxstarsx:

friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Peter’s brow rose curiously at the redhead. “You seem awfully comfortable in it for someone who’s never seen snow before,” he commented. “I’m guessing you’re not from around here, are you?” That much was obvious, between the way she spoke and the way she looked.

The brunette glanced in the direction Starfire had looked, knowing the ringmaster must be in that direction. If he found him, he might find the crooks hiding out. But it would be better not to run off just yet, or else he might tip the girl off.

She chuckled almost sheepishly, quick to offer a bright grin. “I am indeed not from here.” Of course, just how far from here she’d been told to keep a secret. She’d been told that if word got out that she was from another planet, she’d be in bigger trouble than if she were just from another country. Starfire had learned that quickly, too. “But I find that this cold does not bother me.”

Lucky her. Wherever she was from, it seemed the people were of tougher stock than the average New Yorker. Unless she was as much an oddity back home as she was here. Either way she seemed nice enough… Peter just hoped for her sake she wasn’t tangled up in the goings-on that her employers seemed to be.

"Well," he continued, "I guess I’ll just go take my seat then." Of course he had other plans in mind, but no need to tell her that. With a tip of his hat, the brunette turned to go and headed inside the tent. He would wait until no one was watching before slipping out the back.

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Peter stepped aside to let the family pass, but didn’t move to take a seat just yet. Twenty minutes? That was plenty of time to find the men he was after. Maybe the girl could help him out?

"Cold night," he mused, lifting the collar of his coat a little higher. How this girl could stand to wear so little in this weather truly was a mystery. "It’s a wonder this place is up and running tonight. But your boss is probably keeping warm somewhere, right?"

"My boss? …Oh!" He was probably referring to the ringmaster, wasn’t he? It seemed most likely. She offered a bright smile, hands clasped together. "I suppose he is in the back, in his own…" What was the word again? English was still a bit tricky for her. "Trailer?”

Glancing back towards the other side of the tent, she fell silent a moment before bringing her attention back to the brunette. “But yes. It is most cold out. This snow, however. It is lovely! I have never seen such a thing before.”

Peter’s brow rose curiously at the redhead. “You seem awfully comfortable in it for someone who’s never seen snow before,” he commented. “I’m guessing you’re not from around here, are you?” That much was obvious, between the way she spoke and the way she looked.

The brunette glanced in the direction Starfire had looked, knowing the ringmaster must be in that direction. If he found him, he might find the crooks hiding out. But it would be better not to run off just yet, or else he might tip the girl off.

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friendlyneighborhoodspidey:

Peter looked—for all intents and purposes—like any other person off the street who had wandered onto the circus grounds. Few, if any, had turned out that night but it seemed a few had flocked to the big top. If for no other reason than to get out of the snow.

Peter didn’t mind the cold all that much, but he entered the tent anyway, pausing at the entrance to glance at the girl who stood there. She seemed oddly tan, considering it was the dead of winter. “When’s the show start?” he asked, almost as if making idle conversation. 

Starfire hadn’t even had the chance to offer a cheery ‘hello’ before he spoke. “Oh! It shall begin twenty minutes, I assure you.” She offered a bright smile despite the gloomy weather outside, one arm motioning towards the bleachers. “Please, have the seat.”

A small family had entered shortly after Peter did, and Starfire was quick to say hello before they walked off. The mother wondered—almost too loudly- why the redhead was dressed so sparsely. Especially in this weather. Really, it was a miracle that she didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

Peter stepped aside to let the family pass, but didn’t move to take a seat just yet. Twenty minutes? That was plenty of time to find the men he was after. Maybe the girl could help him out?

"Cold night," he mused, lifting the collar of his coat a little higher. How this girl could stand to wear so little in this weather truly was a mystery. "It’s a wonder this place is up and running tonight. But your boss is probably keeping warm somewhere, right?"