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“I’m fine.” I said into the earpiece, skimming along just beneath the water. The flashing of city light just along the shore flashing and sparkling in a wildly warped perspective as I sailed along.
“You’re going out there mad, like you’ve got something to prove. I can’t help it if that worries me a little.” Diane said. Though she had to make sure not to speak too loudly with the barely two month old Tommy rocking softly back and forth in her arms. The sound of Lisa in the background, getting to the age where her favorite activity was to sit straight up and chant a single syllable until she remembered to breathe. It was more soothing than I could possible describe.
“I’ve been out of action for a little while. I can’t help it if I want to prove that I’m not going to let Iron Man throw me out of the game.” I said, a dark shadow bobbing along in the water dead ahead of me. The shape of human beings grunting and moving in short bursts becoming clearer as I closed the gap between me and the destination.
“But you never cared about ‘the game’ before. It was always something that came looking for us when no one else could do what you can. Now you’re what...crime fighting? In the middle of the night? Its a change in your priorities and I-” She stopped when she heard the sound of rushing water die away around me as I paused and sunk a little, just floating in the tide.
“Hey.” I said gently, reassuringly as best as I could manage. “My priorities are exactly where they’ve always been. I am a husband and father first, a scientist second, and a superhero in a distant trailing third. I love you. I love our children. That will never change.” I said and for a long moment we both just listened to each other breathe. I could hear her smile on the other end of the line, feel it in her voice.
“I believe you.” She said. The tension in her tone wasn’t gone but the warmth was overpowering it.
“If you want me to call this all off. Right now. I can be home before the hour.” I said, flicking my eyes up to the clock readout at the high corner of my HUD. One of the many tiny upgrades I’d inserted in the maddening couple of months I was both bedridden AND without a working suit.
“Well...I mean you are already out there. And these guys are smuggling...” The sound of her flipping through the papers I had printed out shuffled in my ear. “...endangered dolphin embryos?!”
Stingray, A Soft and Simple Shanty
“Dr. Richards wants that data.” Diane said to me, short dark hair barely falling past the backs of her ears. She was dressed in swirling psychedelic patterns, a base of deep sea green with crescents and reaching coral limbs of red and pink and blue.
“Dr. Richards will get that data. If he wants to find a better way to get a reading of strange mineral deposits several miles down and three hours sail off the coast of Oahu then he can do it himself. Until then, he'll take the time table I give him.” I said, standing up tall.
Diane stopped, a smile kinking up the right side of her lips.
A stark white bodysuit and crimson shorts, boots and gloves. A red strike up the center with a starburst taking up most of my chest and a helmet tucked under one arm with no facial features save for a curved arrow pointing down. The suit's “cape” or “wings” extended down from each arm, segmented with long stripes like the feathers of some titanic sea bird.
“What?” I asked her, smiling as if I didn't already know the answer while she approached me. She set down the clipboard against the bolted down table on the deck of our research boat. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
I sighed, closing my eyes softly and wrapping my arms around the small of her back. Cursing the suit's environmental seal for not letting me feel her warmth on mine.
“Just thinking about how dashing a figure you cut, Stingray.” She said, taking the helmet out from under my arm. She fitted it over my head gently, clicking both latches shut in one motion. With a shrill little beep the helmet's HUD flashed to light in a squint inducing shade of red that wouldn't be lost against the ocean backdrop.
“'Stingray' is for when I'm doing something unwise around people with guns or who can toss trucks like footballs. Now what you CAN say is that Dr. Walter Newell, savant oceanographer and inventor cuts a dashing figure. Stingray is a part-timer.” I said, sweeping her back up into my arms and getting close. “Your husband is here for every second.” One of my gloved hands reached down over her forearm and laced my fingers into hers, running the tips of my fingers along the gem of her wedding ring. A teardrop of aquamarine in gleaming silver. Yes, Aquamarine. No one can ever accuse “us” superheroes of not being blunt as battering rams.
“When you get back from your day job, Mr. Part-Time. I'd like to take you up on that…” She said as I stepped up on the edge of the boat.
“Mmm, careful. Bad for the ecosystem if I start turning sea water to steam on contact.” I said and thrust my arms out to either side, wings snapping up, glittering red in the sun.
(Here it issss~)
#marvel#marvel comics#marvel universe#marvel heroes#superhero#comics#stingray#walter newell#fanfiction#fanfic#AO3#ao3 fanfic#archive of our own
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Putting this under the "Pratchett had a perfect quote for literally everything" tally
Conan is not a dumb man, he just tends to let people think he is.
Conan the Barbarian 119
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It's not about the JLA really. Even in this era when the JLA was kinda new the world still had dozens and dozens of other people to come to its defense if something should happen while they're gone
What did you think the JLA left the earth totally undefended? Do you only know like 7 of the dozens and dozens of people fighting this fight? Are you in fact stupid sir?
Action Comics 339
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She's no Belit. Then again, who is?
Wow, Conan MUST be in his feelings tonight
Woman like that, half drunk, saying yes? It's like catnip.
Conan the Barbarian 119
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Statistically sound
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...you know how sometimes, when a story is written they can't anticipate the way some things CHANGE in the 60 years or so after the fact?
...or what some things turn out to be VERY dirty slang?
Action Comics 337
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Gotta 100% complete this life, that's his whole philosophy
"No one has ever stormed the dark wizard's castle!"
*Conan sees the quest marker pop up above his head*
Conan the Barbarian 118
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Don't need to say it, I understood the message seeing that grin
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...you know how sometimes, when a story is written they can't anticipate the way some things CHANGE in the 60 years or so after the fact?
...or what some things turn out to be VERY dirty slang?
Action Comics 337
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Like, super breath on liquid nitrogen cold
Oh...
...Kara doesn't play
Action Comics 338
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Basically any bad pop song from the last century can go here
Can't walk into ANY town without seeing some dark cult ritual
Conan the Barbarian 118
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You can stab them! It's so easy!
Conan sees Lovecraftian nightmares and says "Nah, I'd win."
Conan the Barbarian 117
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What did you think the JLA left the earth totally undefended? Do you only know like 7 of the dozens and dozens of people fighting this fight? Are you in fact stupid sir?
Action Comics 339
#dc#dcu#dc comics#dc universe#superhero#comics#superman#clark kent#jla#justice league#justice league of america#supergirl#linda danvers
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Guys, Kara has plenty of powers. Let's not add one on that's an old sexist stereotype!
Action Comics 339
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Woah, woah, woah.
They said this future Superman's weakness was SEA water. Like salt, ocean water. That's one thing
But if he gets screwed up by RAINFALL that is a much bigger problem
Action Comics 339
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Forget about Clark having good relations with the mermaids, evidently his whole family line keeps it up!
Action Comics 339
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The Superman of the past had a lot to learn about androids.
His descendant from the future? He's got that down
Action Comics 339
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Conan's culture may seem harsh but there's really no way to seperate the way most people are emotionally attached to their kin in one way or another.
Conan the Barbarian 119
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Conan does not read the full flavor text before he starts swinging
Conan the Barbarian 119
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