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Poke Pt 9 - Vexing

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“Thank you for meeting us,” the director of the film who wouldn’t leave you alone stood firm in their stance looking over your makeup accented bruise mask uncertain if they should say anything or not. “Um, Lindsey,” he said turning to the fiery haired young starlet who smiled and extended her own hand.

“Hi, I saw your necklace online, it is stunning.” Her own eyes lingered on the obvious bruised nose and cheeks as you smiled back.

“Thank you. Took me a while to get the design I wanted in my head onto paper to measure out to attack it mathematically. Big fan of yours as well, and thanks for allowing me to measure you properly.” You said and she chuckled breathily, joining you on the path to the sitting room the duo had left to greet you when the assistant and a second actress, of less notoriety but also requiring jewelry, had answered the door to this hotel suite. The latter who was pleased to greet and not mention your bruise for slight concern over how you had gotten it then fall silent to hear the director share their thoughts on the pieces they wanted for both ladies.

He had slipped away just leaving you and the three ladies. Use of the break allowed Lindsey while you shifted the measuring tape you had in hand to finish the décolletage area for the lengthy pieces for her. To whisper, “I have some friends got their noses done, I know some tips on the bruises if you’d like them?”

Softly you giggled and replied, “No surgery, I was helping a person out of a building and my head and their elbow happened to try to occupy the same space in their panicked squirm.” Making the ladies chuckle in relief.

“Heard about the city, not sure I could do that myself.” She said with a mask of a smile on her face at that admission.

“Hard to know what you could do until you get found there.” You said calming those ladies for the return of the director who heard you say, “I have a few shades of metal I can try against your complexions. Are you using, not bleaching, but paler foundations for the roles?”

The assistant produced the makeup you had mentioned in earlier contact which was welcomed to be swiped in streaks across their arms to help the color matches before the anxious task of watching you sketch up a few designs. Metals, stones and measurements soon were secured and the date for pickup was given by you, with ample time to complete it and have time to spare to be safe before they would pay to borrow these pieces for the production.

A promise is a promise, and on the drop of darkness for the first sunset over the city the task of healing the crater and tree that broke your face was a simple task enabling a walk to check on the restored row. Now though self imposed tour guides from foundations of families, namely the Vanderbilt line, were informing people who had showed up here of the family behind each building that fell under that family line down the sidewalks and traffic free streets now that the news crews had enough of filming building fronts no one could break into.

Lowly at your side a chuckle came from the body bound to the foot that tapped the side of yours. “You make an adorable raccoon.” Bucky hummed playfully luring a grin across your lips. The group moved past while you lingered in place to keep staring up at the three linked buildings you were most curious of on this row for years now since researching the state to travel here.

“Thank you, Lucky Ducky. Shoulder still sore?” you asked concerning a bandage from a cut he’d gotten from some rubble when the fight was over helping to tug people out of the way of falling structures.

“Little bit. Miss blocking a blow?” he asked curiously.

“Tree branch broke my face landing in the park.” You said making him throatily chuckle to himself.

“Been there.”

“I was there when you did,” you giggled back making him chuckle again and steal another look at your black and blue mask like bruise makeup did a poor job of concealing fully to anyone but those at a far distance.

“What was the goal, with these buildings earlier?” he asked lowly.

“Disintegrating them to reduce rubble.” That had him look down at you and you said, “Only practiced the theory of it, really. Blasting to vines is the usual go to, wanted to spice it up. Plus they all sold out of their leases the whole block.”

“Certainly get their money’s worth out of the change. You busy? Waiting on Jamie who is doing a public drop off at the police station on the corner for her old games.”

“Not particularly, errands are finished. I might scare her though, what with my mask and all.” Flashes soon had his hand on your back as a passer by on the tour called out your name and by morning your face would be all over with a clearly disguised facial injury to your name. Dinner with his family and a film came in the share of his having been given a new license he studied up for. Now leaving him in study of car models to see what he might like to buy for himself one day, an easier task with help of the young girls in his family who were in their own search while readying to head to college.

He would get you safely home, and with your help could prepare those girls and the others to ensure they could be able to defend themselves to prevent any harm coming to them in this world he wished he could have been here to make safer himself. Although the work you had put in so far in these past four years he hadn’t fully been able to verbalize himself yet. All the pain his sisters and their girls went through concerning cruel men all cut down in those purges, with certainly more to fall to prevent future damage to the younger generation. No matter what the odd layered relationship you had come to terms with concerning him as your teacher in that cruel child snatching world you had defended his family, however distantly, while he was away. And no matter what he would do as he always had and protect you however he could.

“What happened to your face?!” Gwen shouted louder than you would ever wish her to in front of the school as she was being dropped off by her father and even underneath the brim of your hat she had noticed the lingering olive green bruise mask.

“Good morning to you too, Gwen.” Her father from the driver’s seat of his patrol car got out, having parked to do so with clear worry on his face causing you to remove your hat. Fully showing the bruises around the tries at a green themed eye shadow look for the day, “It’s just a bruise. Got a head scan, just, a bruise.”

Gwen came right up and got a better look, demanding as open mouthed Peter came closer with Ned at his side fresh from a sleepover the night prior. “What happened to your face?”

Mr Stacy came around the car and caught your eye as you answered to them and the apparent stunned crowd, “I was helping Eddie get some people out of the way of debris and whatnot and, the oddest thing, my face and someone’s elbow happened to try to occupy the same space at the same time.”

“You go elbowed in the face?!” she asked defensively.

“No, that implies intent. No one raced up to me with the intent to bash me in the face with an elbow. People squirm when they panic, and my face just so happened-,”

Mr Stacy asked with a smirk, “To get in the way of an elbow.”

“Shockingly close to that. Clean head scan, just the bruise and I have cream that is working wonders on it, was black the other day. How’s the baby? Throwing elbows yet?”

“Not yet, punches though, couple slaps,” he joked back, “You feel bad, go home and get some rest.”

“Can’t do that, got confirmation for my ride to the base later. I bet you by sunset they’ll have had me fill out a full incident report and do a criminal sketch so they know exactly which injured party dared to bruise me before I finish my birds.” You joked and he gave Gwen a hug and kiss on top of her head.

“Don’t take it too hard. Means they care. Go easy, and Gwennie, you’ll ace that exam. Know it backwards and forwards.”

“It’s a bruise,” you whispered to Gwen who turned as you did once he was back in his car. “Why I put on the makeup so I wouldn’t vex people.”

“Right in the middle of your face, that is not just a bruise.” She retorted but huffed being called away and nudged to go answer her other friend’s call just leaving Ned, Peter and now the curious MJ who were waiting for you to be alone.

“Need I remind you Peter, you have your own shiner on your jaw.” You said and his voice cracked.

“I fell, off my bunk bed from the morning boom. You really got elbowed in the face?”

“It wasn’t intentional. First responders get hit in the face and body all the time while rescuing panicked people from situations of ruined cities and modes of transportation, especially the Coast Guard.”

“You weren’t swimming,” MJ cut in.

“No, but I did have a knife in hand to cut a bandage they were unconscious at its being added.”

Ned said, “I don’t think I could hit you in the face waking up to you with a knife. I’d totally try bargaining first before I resort to violence.”

“Good to know,” you replied making him smirk to your playful grin as you added your hat again for the rest of the sort walk inside and to your locker.

MJ asked, “You keep a knife on you?” partially not believing your story until you opened your purse to show her the utility tool that had several tools, including a pocket knife. “Have you tried leeches? My Abuela practically chases me around with a jar of them when I bump into things.”

“I try not to use leeches. I agree they are a passive way to aid in bruises and swelling, just personally, they don’t feel rather pleasant as they grow. Not the bite either, they feel like tiny tongues on occasion.”

“Tongues?” she asked with an amused smirk.

“As they expand they wiggle around a bit, not overly unpleasant but odd to have on your face. You could always take her up on her offer next time around to have a new experience to draw from in the future.” The statement had her chuckle and walk with you inside as Ned shared a few tricks his family had for injuries.

Heads did turn at the notice of something different about your face and inside your first classroom up to the teacher’s desk you walked turning their head as well to hear you say softly, “Fair warning, I have a bruise on my face, and it’s very vexing.” Across their lips a grin eased to your playful tone in adding, “Didn’t want to disturb the class with the shock of it.” To themselves they chuckled, much like the other teachers did until you were out on the street again with hat on to help, at least up to the helipad where the hat was removed and soldiers took their turn to chuckle at the explanation.

“Okay, just so there aren’t any sudden startles that anyone drops anything,” the voice warned of your company for the men from your team who were readying their tools for the usual tasks. Unable to help but grin as you continued, “I have a bruise on my face. Quite gruesome I know, but hopefully save for a few dizzy spells on your parts we can push through this.”

“Sports mishap?” one asked and you shook your head.

“Helping with bandages in the city and my head happened to be in the same place as an elbow, no hard feelings, had a head scan, just a lovely bruise. Put some creams on it and it is improving.” Chuckling to themselves they got to work as you turned to do the same post awkward nod. Knowing you were fine and no different than a few of the other soldiers on base who helped in cleanup and searches of the city talks had been going on for plans of how to fix it up again around the part the cube was not letting go control of.

Not an hour later from the belly of the bird you were inside of working more of the interface into the floor panels to finalize the physical work, just leaving the brain to install and the test flights after this, a ring tone was heard by the others. Out of your pocket you pulled your phone and answered the call from your grandfather. “Hey Gramps, how’s Denmark and please don’t tell me this is about my face.”

“There were some images online,” he said and let out a breath of relief to the sound of your melt forward into the ground to grumble. Legs bent at each side and shoulders not touching the ground for an amusing sight for one of the guys who was readying final measurements of the interior for the crew to finalize their part of the install.

“It’s just a bruise, I promise, no one attacked me it was from helping Eddie out in the city.”

“How is the damage?”

“Mainly a couple blocks were half leveled, but they’re mainly glass and steel, easy to swap out. And there’s been a talk of lulls for construction unions so tons of teams can get some work on the rebuild, new economy helpers from clearing crews to the food carts that can come back to town now they won’t be held out of town.” Using a bee to rest on your ear you continued the call with an earpiece of sorts so you could set the phone down to keep working. “How is Denmark?”

“Good, very good. I also have been asked of updates on Eldfalls, any new news there? Footage of a ship rescue has been found and been making its rounds at the museum board to consider adding to the exhibit if it can be authenticated as your ship.”

“It was, Eddie and me took him out for a night sail and the radio went off for a wreck in a storm and we went to help. We met Prince Loki actually since then on another sailing trip where he taught us of a few more tricks and features, including the location of the belly hatch.” Your hands stopped moving as you added, “Oh, and apparently the burns on the inside of the hull are signs the engine is working, a fire lung.”

“That is very good to know. And your meeting was the other day for the jewelry with that Director?”

“Went well, have the measurements and the stones are being shaped, already printed them and when they fit right on the mold I will print the metals and have the pieces finished long before they are due. They have a trip to Arizona to film and then they’ll be expecting them and then in four months I get them back.”

That had him chuckle, “They aren’t buying them?”

“I thought they wanted to keep them but it was a jewelry leasing contract to borrow them, I suppose that’s the way it’s done, they write the contract to jewelers and borrow the pieces and then other people can borrow them from there I suppose. But the other actress did say she liked hers so if she does want it I’d probably give her a good price for it, but we will reach that mole hill when we get to it.”

“Are you at the base now?”

“Yes. Finalizing the floor panels.”

“I shall allow you to focus and get to my own meeting I am avoiding. Do try to rest and I will try to keep up on my efforts to clear my schedule for your graduation.”

“If you can’t they do film the ceremony and I will be seeing you soon after.”

“I love you, my magical girl.” He said sweetly.

“I love you. Hope your meeting goes well.” You hung up, leaving the phone where it lay to delve back into work, muttering as you did, “Two years ago no one cared if I got hit in the face. Now one picture and I have all of Scandinavia sending me messages.” Another glance at your phone of it lighting up for a notice of an alert from your social page at the image from the picture with the two actresses was a happy distraction. The site used for your pieces was tagged along with their two social pages and mention of the film title which had curiosity spinning in the gossip world on how the bruised Viscountess could be involved.

One final chunk of paneling was laid on the ground in the hangar around your cross legged self to be assembled in an almost robotic way. Enough to distract you from the arrival of Benn Grimm, Lt Rhodes who crept closer to see what you were up to. “Now that looks fancy,” the former said to draw your attention upwards.

Right away Rhodey lowered to a crouch and motioned a finger around his eyes in circles, “Hey, what’s going on there?”

Ben chuckled at the puff of air you let out and looked over the pieces as you answered, “I was helping in the city and in bandaging someone in a moment of panic my face and their elbow happened to try and occupy the same space.” Ben chortled and Rhodey couldn’t help but feel a grin beginning to crack across his face.

“You got elbowed in the face.” He replied.

“Elbowed implies intent.” Making him arch a brow at you, “I get it, my wrist gets shattered by a wrench, I almost get whacked in the head by a book and now raccoon mask, but, two days ago my mask was black and now it’s green. Already I’ve been shouted at and offered the suggestion of leeches and even my grandfather said there are pictures online and ample concern, not that I’m the only bruised one from the city that day on base. Though I understand I am the most vexing and I am certain we can find a chair for you if you need it, you’re looking a bit green yourself.”

He paused with a breathy chuckle a moment then asked, “We did see you in that bus from your trips, Misique took some hard shots, she alright?”

“Oh ya, bouncing back, tired, bruised but on a buffet to heal faster.”

Ben asked, “Well all I’ve heard in the city is they love the new restored row, any known plans there?”

“Not really sure, restoring those wasn’t really the goal, the cube actually did that. And we got no clue what it plans to do with them. I went there last night, and even ran into Bucky there, but um, still can’t see what the plan might be. So I’m not much help there. I do know there will be a bit of news for her coming out soon, that you all can sink your teeth into.”

Ben grinned asking, “What might that be?”

“Well I know there was a bit of flippancy on when the big shebang might be going down, and I have a guess it didn’t go the way it all was planned, like with the row and all.”

Rhodey asked, “What did she tell you we had planned?”

“She heard it was Thane’s dad and we were dealing with a peanut butter coated bear trap of a plan.”

That had him chuckle and be unable to stop in asking at the accuracy of the image, “Who told her that image, specifically?”

“Captain America,” his brow twitched and you said, “Captain, not Cap.”

“Ah,” he said and chuckled again, “Not far off, no.”

“Something about the portal being a door to let him through, but it looked like it was just the Chitauri unless he is some invisible guy or really, really small.”

Ben said, “Plan is being remastered, and Loki has heard it was a convincing try to stop his doorway and he is still on his way, the long way around.”

“Fingers crossed no city locations this time.” You said. “If it had to be a city you could have spruced up an empty vine coated town and fill it with drones to fake mass casualties.”

Ben tapped Rhodey’s shoulder, “Told you she’d say that. Could easily fake a body heat signature.”

Rhodey said, “That being said, we have time now, and obviously a surprise from Misique on the horizons, and no matter who the leak was, or how the plan got shared, we all are glad she and her team were there. And that you were there to get her to a Doctor to rest after she got shot, we watched all the footage we could find and we saw seven arrows she got hit with.”

“Nine,” you replied, “And grazed by two more. Kevlar and,” you sighed softly, “A new metal she’s been trying on armored panels didn’t stand up to alien arrows. Which, is good to know, bounced right off Captain’s armor, so, room to grow for the next go round.”

When you dropped your gaze Ben lowered down to rest a hand on your shoulder at a tear that eased down your cheek. “What popped in your head?”

Shaking your head you lifted a hand only to huff remembering you had foundation on, which now revealed a streak of green as it was washed away quite irritatingly by a single tear, “Just, not a pleasant feeling being a testing dummy. Armor strength, trial and error. Not fun. But now I have to go fix my face,” uncrossing your legs you readied to stand urging the duo upright as well.

“It’s lunch time,” Rhodey cut in, “Let’s get you something to eat, least we could do for upsetting you.”

“You didn’t,” you said with a sigh, “This foundation is upsetting.” Making the duo chuckle and follow you to the sink by the cubby you got your bag at. There they watched you use a makeup removal cloth to reveal your full bruise after you had washed your hands to enable the clean slick of some of your cream over the bruise that for their eyes lightened a bit more. After you rinsed the dried your hand again the foundation with a sponge was dabbed and blotted to hide the bruise, then used a powder and included poof to help blend the tone across your whole face.

Lunch after was nice to hear how they were excited for the dual first flight demo for the new pair within sights. Then after they had to go you were able to finish off the rest of the work to have the bodies done on the now buzzing duo who would be glad to have their brain systems installed your next pop by same as the military officials.

Far ahead of schedule thanks to a few later days you had stuck it out to complete stages of the build now this could have a better plan for the unveiling and when the money could be transferred to pay their end of this absolute bargain of a deal. Where they should be spending millions on fuel for the use of these in fact by what they could transport the country had made three times what they spent for the four birds in their fleet.

Almost to the point that the upper rings of the military had brought up amongst themselves. As consciences were acting up to whisper the notion they were near to stealing these birds from the only young woman holding the keys to a much larger fleet they dreamed of. Well within the twenty years they had contractual claim over production to prevent any other country to hire you for their own fleets they could only hope that after graduation they could raise the yearly number of bird production. They didn’t want thousands of them sitting around, truly they only had thirty suitable bodies that didn’t require some substantial work to get solid for this process. Yet now also they didn’t want to look back in twenty years and have it obvious that these were bought for far less than their true value.

“Ooh,” you said at the buzz of Buster who flew closer to you in Eddie’s kitchen as you mixed up the seasoning mixture with veggies yet to be cooked to go with the meat slowly baking in the oven for a bread bowl stew idea you found online. Eddie, who was folding up some dumplings and egg rolls Venom picked a mini fryer to test out himself looked up from his task.

“What is the ooh?”

“Post office, I have a package.”

“Super Suit!” he said excitedly and in leaving some of your bees in charge of temperature monitoring you grabbed an old spare scuffed mask from a hidden safe and borrowed one of his old jackets to disguise your figure as your old jacket and new one were both riddled with holes and blood stains.

Out the covered alleyway you both hurried and sprung against the groan worthy strain of your muscles. As he swung from lamppost to lamppost you raced and slid across the stairs and ladders you usually used of glowing bees overhead to waves and shouts from below. Peter along the way having foiled a car thief swung up to your side asking, “I thought the news said you were on bed rest?!”

To which you called back, “We have mail! Got to go fetch it!” Winning chuckles from those down below to his own chuckle.

“Ooh,” he said hearing a smoke alarm a couple blocks over and said, “See ya later, Bumble, bye Venom!” Swinging off to see how he could be of use as you both slid down the slide you made to the front of an old post office you had for your mail for Misique and Venom.

Inside the owners lit up with smiles as you spoke to them in their native Greek and signed for the large trunk that Venom hoisted on his shoulder and you took the bag of mail for yourselves and headed out past the surprised duo who entered behind you on your way out. The younger of which snapped a quick picture of you three for their social page you both waved for since your mask covered all but your eyes and the teen seemed to be bothered by Venom’s twisted tongue extended from his mouth he traded for a wide smile.

The way back was smooth and once safe back in his place you eyes the trunk from Wakanda, the King T’Chaka who claimed his family owed you a debt when the last summer trip to Africa was cut short and you couldn’t stay with them very long. You had run into them by chance four years ago at Christmas helping to foil an attack from Hydra on them as Nazi clones helped Hate-Monger in his try to take over New York. Since then the first trip you took to Africa post Titan attack, when the world was still reeling from the discovery of Godzilla and the other hidden Titans on the planet, the work you had done to reduce numbers of species on the endangered lists and reinforce nature reserves with barriers poachers cannot breach the Wakandans were undeniably allied to your tiny self and Venom.

They felt bad at cutting the last trip short and upon hearing the trouble first with Thane snatching children from New York and portals to other realms popping up bringing new races with them their ally would need armor of the best standard. The world had heard and seen with broken footage of what happened, no less painful than a series of frozen images of Misique littered with arrows just like Boromir in his last stand, and they wished they’d sent the trunk sooner to have prevented that. But a check in days ago proved their friend still had super healing and was not in terrible spirits

Out of the box you used the usual password they had given to you to access their systems in Wakanda on the spinning dial lock the case lit up in its opening. Trays inside and a bottom drawer that sprung out of the side you squeaked wiggling out of your layers, mask and baggy coat to accept the honeycomb etched zigzag bangles in rose gold that snapped in place on your left wrist for elegant decorations paired with a ring for both your middle fingers. Three pieces of jewelry, that under natural lights would almost blend into your skin tone, to help hide them from notice.

Folded to perfection in small squares you eyed the matte grey pants to the body suit with pale yellow honeycomb patterns etched across it you lifted and stepped into. At the waist it was sliced to enable a pull of the top to cover your chest and arms. That rippled closer to your skin upon the meet of the seams for a full body coverage. Over that you layered with the stunning bright yellow sleeveless hooded jacket, which had black wing designs across the back just like a yellow jacket’s.

Already close to squeaking a wiggle of your fingers had the suit bond together as one piece and then ripple out higher to coat your neck fully that would match the new mask laid in one of the trays you lifted and eased to snap into place over your face. Securely with the metal woven section that would weave between your usual braids to keep the mask in place unlike your current ribbon secured style you had to repaint soon anyways.

Using the booklet of instructions you learned to control the mask, so that if you wanted your mouth could be exposed to eat and drink, which had been a trouble when you had visited last. An X with your arms could tap into a full body shield for an attack in front of you, while on the wrists hidden blasters around the thick band design there would funnel the kinetic energy absorbed by any blow or gunfire and blast the suit would receive for another hidden tool to use enemy fire back against them. Across the back on the underside of the jacket was a hidden removable shield if you ever felt the desire to use one, identical in shape to Isaiah’s but etched in honeycomb and yellow jacket wing etchings. All the way through the book you read, down to how to have the whole suit hide back in the bracelets entirely to be stealthy in your getaway.

Based on your wish to be more modest compared to the pinup suits most of the female heroes wore in comics a belly panel disguised your bust. With zigzag patterns and honeycomb designs around a subtle two by two inch tall shimmering pale golden crown on the panel stretched from your collarbone to the v belt to cinch at your waist. Not baggy or in a poof but almost like a chest plate, seen only detached at the belly from the side with your jacket removed. Details with coloring to match the leaf accents on the sloped skirt panels under the jacket that hung from that belt to mid thigh where they connected to there that in the front facing slit worked as both pockets and cover for another set of holsters for more weapons to carry around more comfortably.

“I have so many pockets!” You said dipping your hands into the hidden pockets in the skirt panels bouncing from foot to foot making Eddie chuckle. Loudly you gasped at the slip of your hands into the front panels sides across your belly, “It’s a pouch!” In the dark with help of a few bees you snuck into and back out of your place again to Eddie’s. Many more pockets and holsters were down the inner flaps of your jacket you started to add your ridiculous supply of weapons to it and their usual spots across your legs and back while making use of the pockets for some more of your throwing wasp shaped daggers.

Off the table along the wall a unique ring sounded from your bee Buster. Who flew over and hovered in front of trying both of you as from its back two folded bars popped up to form the holographic screen between them to the light of its eyes in a bright green to show you were being displayed on the other end. Bees behind you formed a disguising barrier to hide Eddie’s apartment in case they would try to use the layout to find where you both lived. Venom when it flew over popped out to cover Eddie’s face to hide Eddie’s identity and you turned to see who was calling your private line from your short list of allies.

Shuri and her father’s faces popped up on the screen with a group of teen guards in training behind them, both who smiled widely at your elated squeak and statement in Xhosa of, “I love you guys so much! I’ve got so many pockets now!!”

T’Chaka laughed with his daughter and said, “Well after hearing your love of pockets we could not resist allowing Shuri to work her magic on the design.”

“Shuri I could just kiss you it’s more than I could have ever imagined!” You said giving yourself a hug making her chuckle again, “Huge virtual hug your way!”

“Thank you, and one for you as well.”

Her father asked, “We were also wondering. Did you get your box for your Mate?”

“Ooh, yes,” you said moving around the bee to grab your pouch that matched hers in a burnt orange box with a hazel button similarly hued to those of the guards behind her of the same age. The lot of you pressed your buttons to check if you were soul mates at the agreed upon thought shared when you had first met. “No pokes?”

“No,” rippled around the room and T’Chaka chuckled saying, “Fair start to the search for your young selves.” Then said, “And in consolation for not being there to offer our congratulations for your step into adulthood we have made certain to gift you a car as well.”

That had you gasp and say, “You did not get me a car!”

“The yellow keychain in the top tray.” Down you bent to collect the small box the size of a lemon you slid the top out to bring out the miniature car that you squeaked at the sight of the adorable miniature coupe sports car in a holographic pale gold and black paint scheme.

“Oh my gosh! I love it! I’m probably gonna be crushed by it but I love it!”

Shuri chuckled. She explained how to control the expansion features and explained where the miniature holographic run through of the safety features on the car including the vibranium exterior to match your suit. T’Chaka said in the conclusion of that, “For your efforts to aid the recovery of our endangered species and the depleted forests and growing grounds of our continent. Not to mention the try to aid in slavery of our brothers and sisters for cocoa bean farms and mines this pales in comparison. Yet it is what we are able to accumulate to offer in return. Perhaps when you visit us again we might be able to discover more to share.”

“Thank you, again, really.” You replied.

“And you are well after the alien invasion?”

“Oh ya, fractured a few bones and got blasted across the city. Still sore, but I’m good. Still don’t know what the two Princes from the planet of Asgard are up to. But I’ll figure that out soon enough I’m fairly close to their newest Avengers member I can weasel it out of him with a few loose questions.”

“Very good, well we shall let you enjoy your new suit, car, stun blaster and daggers. We shall pass on news of the Princes and invasion we had been monitoring online.”

“I have a blaster and daggers too?” You said in an excited squeak and dropped to the fold of the screen. They ended the call to let you search the open trays to find the giggle worthy sight of the taser like gun you put in the clear holster for it on your hip under the jacket that would recharge itself and fire out tiny charged pellets you could easily make more of by use of the diagram they sent you. Soon added by the spare daggers you added to the inner liner holsters of your jacket and across your back underneath it.

Much like Spider Man had his own official YouTube account you had yours and with a video once Venom helped braid your hair and you lit up you used to broadcast your new suit to spread the word. Keeping the source of which mum to. Crediting simply a friend in gratitude of your aid in a try to stop slavery for chocolate production, various mined goods, recovering animal and nature reserves. A gift that had Stark seething as he glared at the video on a play back on one of his holographic screens in his lab to discover what it might be made of and the spare layers and flaps could be hiding. Then got upset even more at seeing Spidey’s account complimenting the new outfit and saying he couldn’t wait to see it in action on one of your usual runs together.

From in front of you to its resting home again the hovering bee moved and chirped with glee to a second well earned bit of praise as you retracted the suit and mask containing all your weapons to easier later fold the old suit and armor into the trunk Eddie helped you to carry over to your apartment.

Inside his place again the dinner was the main focus of the time as he knew you had snuck a break to write names of the guards and Princes on your list of non-soulmates sure to stir upset when you later found yourself alone. He had a guess on why you couldn’t focus on that speech and why you threw so much attention into those rings. The change would be another loss of sorts. People who had fought to help you progress in life and shape your future would be less of a reoccurring influence, same as peers who would be harder to interact with as well during their continued time at Midtown with those their age. A painful in between sure to remind you of the last major losses in your life, your parents.

Thoughts on them were painful but as you had crossed into adulthood the aching need for them didn’t seem to wane and as you recalled the small bit of years you had with them you hoped they fared better in the afterlife than you had found yourself, even with your new armor to help protect you from whatever was coming. And now that aliens had dropped from the freaking sky that could be a whole hell of a lot.

“Come on, let’s celebrate with a film,” he said offering you a drink over the supply of food with hopes that nothing big would pop up tonight so that you could nod off and get plenty of sleep for school the next day for this final stretch to graduation.

Pt 10

#Escaped Child Assassin #Eddie Brock #Venom #Peter Parker #Gwen Stacy #captain stacy #Rhodey #Ben Grimm #Wakanda #T'Challa #T'Chaka #Shuri #Queen Ramonda #New Suit #Raccoon #Marvel #Loki x oc

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