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jhilsara · 2 months

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I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

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Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 7

Mariana's out buying a few bottles from the liquor store, to pick up for the pub. It was suppose to be a quick in and out, but everything just goes to shit and throws her day off.

She sees something zoom by in a blur out of the corner of her eye. She turns to the window and sees Hobie, well Spider-Man, in the middle of a fight that was getting closer to her. Before she can even think to pay for her purchase, the clerk is scrambling to get out the back door. She sees a crowd rushing to get off the streets and the hoard screams as they run for their lives.

She’s frozen in place, eyes glued to the window, watching Hobie in the distance. She shuffles on her feet for a second, knowing she should run back to the pub, but she doesn’t. All she can think about is how the last time Hobie fought the Goblin he ended up bleeding out in her floor. She can't leave, she feels something deep in her gut compel her forward.

“Fuck me…” She mutters to herself, knowing it’s a bad idea to go out there. A very bad idea. She never said she was bright though. Her self-preservation has never been her biggest trait, especially when it comes to her friends. She sees Hobie's bloody body flash in her memory and it's enough to push her forward.

She runs out the front door of the store, trying to get a better look. She’s has to help. She doesn't know how she will, but she has to. She’s almost knocked over by group of people running past her, scattering the streets to get as far away as possible. Bodies pushing past her, ricocheting her around between people like a pinball.

She sees the Goblin's silhouette and her stomach churns. They're the person who can hurt Hobie. She feels a bubble of rage building in her.

She’s still standing in front of the liquor store on the empty streets. The Goblin’s face turns looking towards her. Ice runs through her freezing her in place. The Goblin's masked gaze looking through her. They don’t move just keep staring at her, fidgeting with the bomb in their hands.

She realizes they're not looking at her, but the liquor store behind her. A bomb to a liquor store would cause a massive explosion, and she's just collateral damage. She feels her feet move as she tries to escape, but everything happens in slow motion. She sees Hobie turning to follow the Golbin’s line of sight, his masks eyes widening as he locks onto her.

He’s swinging toward her, almost tunnel vision trying to get to her. The bomb is hurled toward the store. He’s desperately trying to be faster then the Goblin’s explosive. He shoots his web towards her, trying to pull her to him and swing them to safety. The projectile hits the liquor store and the explosion goes off. The building combusting, bricks flying, fire raging, and glass shards moving as deadly projectiles.

Hobie has MJ in his arms but the two are flung to the ground, rolling into the street.

She can’t hear anything, or rather she can, it’s all just ringing in her ears. She’s struggling to move, but she knows Hobie’s on top of her. His body shielding her from the falling debris.

She sees his chest moving rapidly and she thinks he’s coughing. Everything around her sounds too far away and too close at the same time. Her visions blurry and she’s in more pain than she’d care to admit. She can't see past Hobie's body and the bright light of fire and the darkness of smoke.

She groans as she tries to pry herself off the street to sit up. Hobie’s in front of her, and while she can’t see his face, she knows he’s frowning or glaring at her. Probably a mixture of both.

His head turns trying to look for the Goblin through the smoke and fire. He can’t see much past their small area though. He grunts and turns to look back to her.

She feels his eyes look her over, assessing the damage. He moves to help her up, trying to be as gentle as he can. She hisses in pain, eyes widening for a moment. She feels something wet on her face and she realizes she’s bleeding. She goes to touch her forehead and recoils from her own hand.

She’s definitely going to get scolded when this is all over.

Hobie leads them through the smolder and on the outskirts there's flashing red and white lights. There’s a few ambulances and firetrucks arriving trying to maintain control over the situation. Hobie takes her to one of the EMT’s and hands her off like a kid. She gives him a confused look.

“Don’t, do not look at me like that,” He tells her softly before turning to the medic. “Take care of her and don’t let her out of your sight… She’ll go runnin’ back in.” He gives her an accusing look at the end of his sentence.

She’s in a lot of pain but she’s not letting him go back without a fight, “Don’t do that to me,” she moves to get up but he’s faster. He’s webbed her hands down before she can even fully stand up.

She shoots him a nasty glare, “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” she demands.

Hobie ignores her and addresses the EMT, “I’ll be back for her, don’t let her wonder off alright?”

She groans and bites her tongue to stop herself from screaming his name in irritation. She loses sight of him quickly as he disappears into the smoke. She tries to pull against the webs, but she knows it’s useless. She turns to the EMT who looks at her in confusion and a hint of amusement.

She gives the guy a pointed glare and tilts her head down to her hands, wiggling her fingers in exaggeration.

“I don’t, Spider-Man said to not let you out…” he tries to tell her, voice much too timid.

She leans forward and meets the man with her much stronger conviction, “If you don’t get this web off of me… you better hope you’re gone when he get’s back.” She growls out at him.

He blinks for a moment before he immediately is cutting the webs. She doesn’t know what he saw on her face, but it was enough to scare him into helping her.

Once she’s free she assesses her surroundings, trying to find the best course of action. The smoke is still billowing up and there’s a large fire that two trucks are actively trying to contain. Explosions are still happening, she can hear them in the distance. So Hobie’s still fighting.

She turns to the EMT, an idea popping into her head. “Do you have any flares or a flare gun would be better?” she asks him frantically.

The man blinks at her and points to the firetruck that’s on the outskirts with him. She nods her head and jogs over. Her body is screaming at her but she doesn’t care. She has one goal in mind.

She grabs one of the firefighters, “Do you have a flare gun?!” She demands, voice firm.

He is taken aback by her but he points over to the equipment they have out. She doesn’t do more than quickly look over and find what she’s looking for. She snatches it and goes running off back into the smog. They man tries to call out after her, but his yells fall on deaf ears.

She’s sprinting towards the noise. Her field of vision is short and she doesn’t have a lot to go off of. The airs thick and she hacking up a lung, but she’s thankful she has decent cover.

She can see the Goblin before she sees Hobie. The lights at the bottom of their glider makes it a beacon for her.

She checks her flare gun and counts. She has three shots. She has to make them count.

She’s trying to find something to give herself a better view. She notices a fire escape on the side of one of the buildings and doesn’t hesitate to start climbing. She climbs until she’s about level with the glider’s lights.

She raises the flare gun and tries to keep her aim steady. She can’t afford to miss. The flare alone won’t kill the Goblin, but it will explode their own mass number of bombs. That’s all she needs. She just has to take them out, just long enough to help Hobie.

She can’t see much besides the lights and not knowing where to look for Hobie is her only concern. She takes a deep breath, positions herself, following the lights and shoots.

She sees the flare light up a bright red and fly across they sky. It lights up the area that surrounds it. She can see that it just skims past the Goblin.

“Fuck!” She mutters angrily.

She sees the glider move, it wobbles and turns toward her direction. In her panic she aims again, sending a second flare. If the Goblin get’s close to her there is no guarantee Hobie can save her. He thinks she’s stuck with the EMT.

She has to do this quickly because she's on her own.

Her aims slightly better this time, and she it nicks the Goblin. It's still not what she needs and it doesn’t do much besides irritate the villain.

“God dammit! I can’t be muckin’ about right now!” She growls to herself.

She goes to aim once more but the lights that have been encroaching upon her suddenly spiral as if they were knocked away. She sighs in relief, but now her aim is totally off. To be fair, it was off to begin with. She can see the glider frantically moving and she literally cannot waste her last shot. She decides she has to get closer. She's of no help if she just wastes three shots and annoys the villain. She refuses to be a nuisance.

She goes back down to the street to try and follow the glider. She’s running trying to keep up with it. Her lungs are burning from inhaling the smoke around her but she doesn’t care, she’s determined to take the Goblin out.

When she finally finds herself close enough she stays low to the ground. She sees them fighting above her. She has to time this perfectly.

She sees the Goblin hover, unmoving for a split second. They look around, trying to find Spider-Man. He’s taken this chance to hid in the smoke. She doesn’t waste her time and aims the flare gun up at the bottom of the glider and shoots. The glider, from what she remembers, has countless bombs attached to the bottom of it.

The Goblin sees the light but doesn’t have the reflexes to dodge or understand what’s happening until it’s too late. The glider combusts.

Even with the Goblin high above her, it’s not far enough away that she can escape the blast zone. The explosion sends her hurling back. She hits the ground hard, her head hitting the concrete with a gross crack.

Her vision swims in front of her as she lays down on the ground. There's a blurry form of someone running toward her, her ears are ringing, head throbbing in pain. She loses consciousness before she can even decipher who's running toward her.

When she finally comes to, she’s in the back of the ambulance and she’s hooked up to an IV and and a heart monitor. The noises a low thrum in the background.

She groans and tries to move but she feels someone grip her wrist in their hands. The gloved hand tells her its Hobie.

Her eyes drag slowly over to him, “You’re so stupid ya know that?” He mumbles to her, tightening his grip.

She looks at his masked face and wishes she could see his expression. Maybe she doesn’t though. It’s easier to talk to him if she can’t see his brows furrowed at her. Or a scowl of disappointment on his face.

The EMT is on her other side, working on her, “She’ll be good to go soon, nothing too damaging." He reassures them. "Except maybe some damage to her decision-making skills.” He mumbles.

She turns her head slowly to glare down the EMT and she’s surprised it’s the same one who cut the webs off her. She raises an accusatory brow at him.

He stands quickly, “I’ll uh, let you two have a minute.” He says stumbling to get out and close the doors.

As soon as the third party leaves the tension in the small truck is palpable.

She can feel his eyes, regardless of if they’re behind his mask, burning holes into her. He takes his mask off once he knows the EMT is gone. She brings her eyes over to look at him and his stare is stony. He won’t move his eyes away from her. They roam her body, looking at the damage.

She takes a deep breath, “Hobie-” She starts to talk but he stops her.

He leans over her, gently cupping her face and looking into her eyes in the way he always does. That gaze that’s too intense, like he’s picking apart her soul.

She hears the heart monitor spike up. She almost curses the damn machine out. She tries to even out her breathing.

“I need you to listen to me when I tell you to stay back.” He tells her, voice low and more serious than she’s used too.

“I know, but I couldn’t sit there when you could have died back there!” she starts to defend herself, her voice rising.

“That’s not for you to worry ‘bout, I can’t-” He starts to say but looks away. He stands fully and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t always protect you and I don’t know what to do if that happens.” He says quietly, his back turned to her.

She sits up slowly and narrows her eyes at him. She can feel herself getting irritated in her own righteous fury.

“And you think I don’t want to protect you?!” she asks accusingly.

She gives a huff of disbelief, “You are so busy, fighting to keep this city safe, and you don’t look after yourself half the time!” she tells him her voice cracking as she tries to hold back.

He turns quickly to her, “I signed up for this, I know what I get into everyday MJ!” he tells her with a ferocity behind his gaze she’s never seen before. “I know how to handle myself, you don’t!” He says, his tone hard.

She meets him with her own volatile emotions, “I can’t just sit and wait for you to crawl into my window at night to patch you up Hobie! I can’t, I refuse.” She says shaking her head and avoids his eyes.

She takes a shaky breath, “I’m either in it with you or-” she can’t finish her sentence and runs her hands through her hair, bringing her knees up she rests her forehead on them.

He balks at her, “Or what? Ya givin’ me an ultimatum?” He says defensively.

“No! I’m not, I just-” she’s exhausted and angry tears are pricking at her eyes. “I just need… fuck,” she takes a sharp breath.

She looks up at him, “I’m not trying to make you run off okay? I’m not giving you an ultimatum but you can’t give me one either.” She pleads.

“Telling me to not help you when I can, isn’t fair. You don’t get to tell me how to live my life.” She says looking up at him, trying to make him understand.

He instantly deflates and takes a step toward her, he takes a deep breath, “I’m not trying to tell ya what to do luv, alright?” He sits and grasps her hands in his tightly.

“I just can’t lose you.”

Her heart monitor, while it has been going crazy, spikes loudly at his words. She wants to throw the treacherous thing out right now. Her heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” She says softly, gripping his hands. “I need you to not put me on the sidelines okay? I’m asking you to trust me a little.” She says.

He sighs and pulls her into a tight embrace, Shoving his head into her neck, “M’sorry alright.” He murmurs softly.

She wraps her arms tightly around him too, clinging onto him.

“How do you feel?” He asks pulling back, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Sore, but fine I think.” She says giving him a soft smile.

“Let’s get you home.” He presses a kiss to her forehead that makes her face heat up.

He pulls his mask back on and opens the ambulance door looking for the EMT.

She sits there for a moment just taking in what happened. Her face is warm and she can’t stop her heart from pounding.

She rubs her face and sighs, she’s too caught up in him… and she doesn’t think she wants out.

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ren-c-leyn · 5 years

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A short story inspired by this prompt by @is-a-prompt. It contains a battle scene, but no real detail of the gore.

There didn’t seem to be much hope for us back then. The orc hoards were tearing down the walls, the golbins were tunneling under them, the hobgoblins were razing villages, and the troll king had sent his armies to defile the temple. The temple in which I was currently praying, the temple in which the ill and injured were left to either be healed or die, and the temple that was far too quiet for my liking.

The skys were black with smoke and it rained ash. All of the other clerics had fled, but I remained. I had been on my knees so long that it felt as if they’d become a part of the floor. My clasped hands shook and trembled almost as much as my breath. Perhaps it was foolish, but I was praying for the gods to save us, even when the others believed they had abandoned us.

Footsteps echoed on the cold floors, reverberating off of the marble pillars. I looked back, hoping for another cleric but expecting an awful creature. What I saw was neither. It was a man, one that came to the temple frequently. Today, though, his tattered cloak was replaced with armor. The incense sticks he brought for prayer were replaced with a large sword, gleaming in the lights of the torches.

Silence passed between us as I stared into brown eyes that had seen so much more horror than my nightmares could imagine. Once, he had been a holy knight, only to leave the order. Now, though, it seemed as if he had never quit.

“I’m surprised,” he began, low voice as smooth as it was in his prayers, “that anyone chose to stay.”

I took a deep breath as I drug my aching body off of the granite tiles, turning to face him as my joints popped and creaked like his old armor.

“I am... I am now the high priestess of the god of valor. I cannot flee just because trouble threatens to come to my door. Doing so... would dishonor him, and shame me.”

“Your fellows don’t seem to share your view.”

“That is for them to discuss with the gods when they meet.”

My voice echoed through the temple, much too loud. I cleared my throat.

“But, if I may ask, what are you doing here? As I understood it, you left the order and are under no obligation to defend the kingdom that betrayed you.”

“You know of my tale, young priestess?”

“She told me the story when she announced me as her successor. Your aunt was very kind to me.”

“My aunt was kind to everyone,” he replied with a shake of his head before walking to me. “When I joined the order, I did not swear my loyalty to the kingdom, but to the high priestess of this temple. They laughed at me, saying I was no real knight, but my aunt disagreed.” He stopped a little be in front of me. “I left the order because they failed to serve their duty, they failed to protect the people we swore to defend. But,” he said lowering himself to one knee in front of me. “My oath still stands, as does my obligation to the people of this kingdom. So, my lady priestess, what is it you wish to do?”

I stared down at him, not sure if I was more confused or in shock.

“What... what I want to do?”

“Yes, the troll king’s servants are coming, are they not?”

“They are,” I replied with a nod.

“Then what do you wish to do?”

“I... I want to defend this place. There are still ill and injured people inside, and I cannot abandon them.”

He gave a nod.

“I may not have much in my life, but take it, it is now your’s to command.”

I stared at him, lost for words. I had so much I had wanted to tell him in that moment. I wanted him to know how grateful I was, how scared I was, how he shouldn’t have sworn his life away to a girl he barely knew, and so much more. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, I gave him a nod.

“Gods’ willing, this won’t take your life, but I will gratefully accept your aid.”

He rose to his feet.

“Where do we begin, then?”

“I have set up several wards in and around the temple to weaken wicked beings, men and troll alike, but I’ll set up some more while we await them.”

“What of the ill?”

“There are your aunt’s protection wards where the wounded are, as well as healing charms.”

He gave a nod.

“What would you have me do?”

“Pray, prepare yourself, whatever you need to do to prepare for battle. My wards will weaken them, but a band of trolls will still be a challenge for a single holy knight.”

Another nod answered me before he took a place before the statue and began to pray. I set to work, reinforcing the enchantments on the temple. As I chanted prayers and carved runes, I desperately wished even one of my fellow clerics had stayed behind to assist me.

When the trolls came, I had finished three additional wards. The fourth one was left abandoned as I rushed into the temple, fleeing from the red, beady eyes of the seven grey-toned monsters.

“They’ve come!”

The knight turned away from the incense bowl. His expression was calm, but fierce, like a lion. He strode past the pews, drawing his blade. Mere moments later, the trolls were slamming themselves against the wooden doors of the temple. I shuddered at the terrible cracking, like lighting striking at me.

Five of these terrible cracks in and I could see one of their disfigured faces through the splintered boards. My entire body shook, but my feet remained in place. It’s red eyes met mine. A twisted leer flickered across its face, showing its yellowed teeth.

Another slammed into the wood, causing the doors to collapse open. More rushed in, but were met with the knight. His large sword took off one of their heads. The hideous thing sailed through the air, landing at my feet. It was just the first of many.

The second one lost an arm. The sword sliced neatly through the joint, and off it came. The next stroke plunged through its massive gut before ripping out the side and biting into one that had moved in on the knight. The fourth to come down was the one that smiled at me. A similar grin etched on the face of its severed head. The remaining three fled, or tried. The knight stabbed one in the back and gave chase to the rest. I do not know what became of those two, but after I had seen, I didn’t believe I wanted to.

I wandered back to the statue of the god of valor, sinking to my shaking knees as my trembling hands clasped together. A praise of the knight and a thousand thank yous for sending him escaped my lips.

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