Speed Date
14:15
Luke was deep asleep so he wasn’t aware of what the mutants were doing. Logan and Kwannon discovered where he sleeps from the floor below. Using her psionic knives, they cut the ceiling in the shape of Luke’s bed and so Luke’s floor fell through. The bed came down, waking Luke up, and crashed with a heavy thud in the barber shop. He looked over at Logan who jumped at him, “that was your last nap bub.”. Luke rolled out the other side of bed but Logan bounced off his stomach and punched his claws forward. Luke raised an arm to take this attack. Logan spread his arms as he cut, spraying the air with Luke’s blood.
“Oh shit!!!” When was the last time I felt pain? Logan landed on the ground on his hands and then sprung his feet into Luke’s chin. Luke hit the wall and Logan slashed his chest. Luke punched him back in the face. Luke looked on for a second. Logan turned his face back into view with a smile. Luke swung his arm back before he delivered two body blows but then Logan grabbed his left arm. Logan pulled him around and threw him on the bed. Kwannon finished setting up a ladder. At top speeds, Logan bounced off the wall and then climbed up the ladder to jump to the second floor. He pointed downward with his claws spinning, “Beastman Drill”.
Nurse Claire, physician of the Defenders, walked into the barber shop to see Logan drilling into Luke’s stomach causing his guts to spill across the room. Logan finished him off with a decapitation. Kwannon then cartwheeled across the room and touched her palm against Claire’s forehead causing her to fall asleep.
The two returned to the street and were picked up by Dopinder’s taxi. The two did not recognize him. Logan said to Kwannon, “well he landed some good punches. He was plenty strong. He just didn’t know about my adamantium rib cage.”
“Okay, the next person we find is for me! Also, Namor just texted me the hotel he’s staying at.”
“Should we go? Silver said he’d be back.”
“He probably got captured. Cabby, take us to the West Side.”
5 dead, 7 remaining.
Without the keys Misty had, Karen was trapped in the basement with Cornell, Fisk, and Willis. Karen found her dark corner to hide in. At least she had her phone on her person. Urich was still in the room in his own hiding spot. It was completely dark excluding Karen’s phone light. Cornell started looking around for Willis. Fisk sat back down and closed his eyes. Strangely, I didn’t get anything out of that situation. The super person, he was a force of nature. He was simply better than us.
Spider-Man riding on Blackbolt flew across Midtown to the docks on the Hudson River. There were some abandoned warehouses there of which one of them was the den of the Punisher. They landed outside and spotted Turk walking to his car. “Turk,” Spider-Man shouted, “what are you doing here?”
“Business,” said Turk, raising a middle finger. He then backed out of the area.
Spider-Man lifted the door of the warehouse with ease. Frank Castle, from the balcony above, fired a couple shots which Spider easily dodged. Spider swung up and dive kicked Frank to the floor. “Punisher, I know I didn’t knock but you don’t have to kill me.”
Frank pointed his gun for a few seconds and then sighed. He stood back up. “Why’d you come here, Webs?” He then walked away after asking the question.
“Don’t just walk away after asking a question!”
Frank noticed Blackbolt below. “Why is he here?”
“I’m getting the band back together! The Defenders.” Frank came to his desk. He scooted over to several cases of guns. “Do-do you buy guns from Turk?”
“Yeah. Where do you think I get my guns? I just have a gun guy? Oh wait, that’s Turk fucking Barret.”
“Well thanks Punisher. Listen, there’s some dudes out there killing the other superheroes-”
“So you lead them here? Only you and Red know about this place but you left my door wide open for them to kill me.”
“Well, they didn’t follow! But this is the team anyways, the three of us should be able to beat the three of them. You get Bullseye, I get the fake spooder-man, and Blackbolt gets Aquaman.”
“And we kill them,” Frank said firmly. Spider-Man didn’t answer immediately. “Ain’t that right Blackbolt? We murder these mercenaries just like they did Goldilocks?”
Blackbolt gave a thumbs up. Spider-Man said, “or we could just arrest them.”
“You said Red isn’t on the team. Goblin died fighting you and now you have a problem. And if these guys are so strong, Rikers isn’t gonna hold them. Remember the Doctor had to send Loki back to Asgard?”
Gritting his teeth, Spider-Man said, “I’m not stopping you. But if we can reason and defeat them then you have to let me.”
Frank looked at Spider-Man for the first time here. “As long as you understand the value of life.” Spider-Man shivered. “Regardless, there’s something I have to reveal to you, about Bullseye.”
14:45
In Latourette Park, Staten Island, Pietro had laid a picnic blanket underneath a tree in a quiet spot. The two were licking ice creams. Pietro sat with his back against the tree and he set Trish to sit on his lap. He wrapped one arm around her back and licked his ice cream from the other. She left one of her hands on top of his. She was still wearing the yellow Hellcat costume excluding the mask. Pietro has forgotten the smell of blood on her hands due to Trish redosing her perfume. Understanding that he had a crush on her, she was willing to play into it to murder him. But he is fast, I have to wait for the exact moment.
So far Trish has learned that he is a romani mutant with a twin sister living in South America. They are both in the search for their biological father who abandoned them in the streets when they were 4. “So tell me about yourself.”
Trish saw no reason to lie. She turned her upper body so she could lay her face on his chest. Pietro got even more excited. “I was raised on Broadway when my mom decided I could be a tv star so eventually I got casted to be ‘Pasty’ on my own show. It was abusive and the worst decision my mom ever made. While I don’t regret being famous, during that time I hated my lack of agency.”
“I feel like that right now. I just do as told.”
She raised her head to look at his sad expression. “Yeah? But you have to be careful on how you break from authority. I was a dumb teenager so I ran away from home and inadvertently landed in porn. And then I fell into drugs until Jessica found me. She was always my superhero. Which makes it so bad that she-”
Pietro grabbed a tit and squeezed. This stopped Trish from laying her killer attack. She did not respond as she was confused. “Sorry,” Pietro apologized, “I am a fast lover. I see your humanity in your backstory. You just wanted an out and were brave enough but nothing in your environment prepared you for the adult world. You would come to rely on Jessica forever. But I promise you Trish, you can also rely on me. I feel that I truly love you. We both relate on so many things,” and he kissed her.
A fast lover! What the heck? But he is a good kisser. Trish blinked and they were suddenly standing. Orchestral music started to play off Peitro’s phone and they started to dance. She had to focus on keeping up with him as they twirled around. Pietro then closed in for a kiss again but it soon turned into fully making out. They fell behind a bush and he started to tear off her suit. He kicked off his shoes and grabbed both tits. I HAVE to kill him! She started to use her claw attacks. Strangely, pressing her palm against someone can just leave scratches on their skin. If she focuses, these can be very deep and lethal. As he fell on her still kissing, she started rubbing his back with her hands leaving scratches everywhere. Pietro’s higher pain tolerance found this sexy and his fast healing closed these wounds before he could notice they were serious. Pietro then rose to expose her vagina and he pulled down his own pants. “Wait, Pietro-” before Trish could think of an excuse, he fucked her and then finished on her chest. All at once, Trish felt the sensations of the sex including an extended squirting orgasm. Trish covered her face a bit embarrassed. Why can’t I kill him?
Trish realized he was gone. Trish put her yellow suit back on although it was torn in some parts. She held it up to cover her chest and crotch. Then she got up to see Pietro under a tree with his head resting against his arm. “Uh Pietro, let’s talk about what just happened.” She hugged him from behind.
Pietro pushed her off. “You’ve changed Trish. I just can’t connect with you anymore.” Her eyebrows furrowed in great confusion. “You’re always dodging me and with my job I don’t always have time. I think we’re starting to drift apart.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Just. I think it’s not the worst idea, despite my love for you and your determination, that we break. Maybe we will find new people. I don’t mind still being friends and catching up to you once in a while.”
“Pietro, are you really breaking up with me after 20 minutes? I- I didn’t even get to-”
“I know I know. We wanted to marry each other but it’s just not going to cut it. Maybe in another timeline, our kids could be raised in a Marseille mansion overlooking the sea.”
“Wait, I actually want a Marseille mansion overlooking the sea!” Pietro hugged her and then sped away. “…he was a fast lover…”
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