Your Friendly Neighborhood... Nightcrawler -- FIC
Posted: Thu Jun 06, 2013 2:55 am
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So here I am, lying on the floor of the bank. Four of the most bone-headed bone heads I have ever had the pleasure of trouncing have actually gotten the one-up on me. ME, the Amazing Spider-Man! Can you believe it?! The ground beneath me is cracked from the force of the impact my body made when it--Oof!
I am going to feel that. In the morning... and until next-next Tuesday. I really hope Rhino is still on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Raft, I won't be in any shape to handle him after this.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, I'm groggy and on the floor of the bank, the alarms aren't helping. The four bone heads are already out the door and it appears they have, for the time-being, temporarily paralyzed me. And thrown me rather hard into the ground.
Four guys calling themselves The New Fearsome Four. They literally came out of nowhere. I have never seen them, I don't think Reed or his family has even tangled with these bozos, and yet for the last week they've been hitting multiple banks and labs. You know, usual super-villain team stuff.
What's different about them is, they're yellow. Not jaundice yellow-- that's gross.
These four cats are literally (yes I said cats, we are moving on)-- bright, glowing, neon yellow. Subjected to some sort of radiation? (Gamma? Banner? Bueller?) Maybe. But for now, they're putting the lives of officers and civilians in danger. They've already sent a member of the law enforcement into intensive care.
And they may have just sent me.
"Zat vas not very graceful." the German voice behind me states. I roll my eyes.
"You appear to be paralyzed, like ze guards. Should I send for help?" I would have blinked at his fuzzy blue face, but I had a mask on.
Had he gotten stupid since returning from the dead?
How the heck did he come back from that anyways? Logan and I had some talks and there was no coming back from that one- Okay wait, you're probably wondering who's talking to me, huh?
That's Nightcrawler. Otherwise known as Nightcrawler. (I think his name is Kurt... Weiner?) A blue, fuzzy, devilish(ly handsom?), ex-X-Man, ex-Munich Circus member, ex-living-person. He has recently come back from the dead and he apparently has forgotten how this whole team-work thing goes down.
"I vill respect ze mask and assume you are currently cursing at me. I shall teleport you to Dr. Richards immediately. I don't care if you don't want zis-"
I do, I really do.
"it is vat is best."
It really is.
"I vill go after ze offenders myself. Ja?"
By yourself? I would have shrugged, but I couldn't. You were an X-Man and you're freshly back from the grave. Hit 'em hard, Elf. Once for you, twice for me.
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"You're back?" Johnny asks, confused. "You're back from like... the dead?" If I wasn't paralyzed I would've slapped him on the back of the head. Thankfully, Ben Grimm did it for me. Johnny hit the floor.
"So were you!" Grimm bellows, his voice crunching like rocks.
"Sorta, kinda." Johnny argues, rubbing the back of his head. Kurt waits patiently for the surprise to fade off.
"I was told about your funeral Kurt," Susan says tenderly. "It sounded very sweet. Logan was very upset. Have you seen him yet?"
Kurt's eyes go to the floor and he sighs. "I have not quite got ze courage to return to ze school. Logan is aware of my... return. He vas a critical role in it, in fact."
"That's neither here-nor-there." Reed interjected as he stretches over Sue and Kurt, typing furiously at the computer just over my head.
"Pe-uh, Spider-Man. This is a very temporary state of paralysis, but it is a heavy one. Had it not been for your spider-enhanced DNA..."
I'd be dead. Go OsCorp. I look to Wagner who is trying to smile at me. Good for Reed, trying to keep my identity secret, but if there's any group of people who know it, it would be the X-Men. From Logan's ability to pick up scents, Kurt's intuition (and close friendship with Logan), and Xavier's telepathy ( He doesn't peek into people's minds? My sticky, red-and-blue-ass he doesn't...), I have nothing to fear from my friends in tights. Certainly not the Mutants.
"I must find ze criminals who did zis to him, before zey hurt someone permanently." Wagner's tail flicked (that's it! WAGNER!) and Johnny's eyes lit up. I can practically see the series of pranks rush through his mind. Grimm grumbles behind him and shake his head.
"Do you want help?" Susan asks. Johnny shakes his head this time, from behind Kurt, waving frantically to his sister to indicate not to drag them into this. He mouths the words Moleman.
Recently Moleman had returned and been a headache for everyone from myself and Red Hulk to the First Family of NYC themselves, the Richards family. He was still at large, but Moleman was not exactly my egg to crack. Avengers stuff, big things. Gotta keep it moving.
Krang.
"Sue, I may need your help on this." Reed says to his wife. I'm impressed, Reed rarely asks for help. But his wife is a brilliant doctor of biology, easily the smartest woman I know. "I have mapped out his genetic structure but --"
"You want to get an antidote without getting a sample of his spider DNA?" Sue finishes. "I can separate that. Meanwhile, Ben and Johnny? If Kurt needs anything he's going to contact you on this." She tosses a tiny pin with a "4" on it to Kurt. He catches it easily with his three fingers. (I am of course thoroughly amazed. I will admit to taping my fingers together or sticking two into a single hole in a pair of hand-gloves to see what it's like to be Kurt. Not easy.)
"Yeah, alright." Johnny says. Kurt bows to them salutes me. "I vill avenge you, Mein Freund." With a poof of purple smoke, a rank stench of brimstone, and a loud BAMF! sound, he is gone in a flash.
"Johnny, no flames in the lab for an hour until that gas is gone." Reed says, quickly bottling some of it into a sample. I admit, I have wanted to do it before too. Who doesn't want to know more about Nightcrawler? I mean... who the heck is this guy?
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Who the heck are zese guys? Seriously.
Four glowing badguys, rounding up cash and lab equipment, beating up on Spider-Man, Moonknight, and I hear even beating Tombstone to a pulp just to take some of his assets.
Zese men are reckless and zey are much more powerful then zey appear to be. I of course will proceed with caution.
[[More to come. I know some people complain about the accent, I like it, especially in separating dialogue with multiple characters. Sorry if it bums you out, sorry if you're German and it seems inaccurate. Suggestions on how to improve it are appreciated, but I am keeping it.]]
So here I am, lying on the floor of the bank. Four of the most bone-headed bone heads I have ever had the pleasure of trouncing have actually gotten the one-up on me. ME, the Amazing Spider-Man! Can you believe it?! The ground beneath me is cracked from the force of the impact my body made when it--Oof!
I am going to feel that. In the morning... and until next-next Tuesday. I really hope Rhino is still on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Raft, I won't be in any shape to handle him after this.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, I'm groggy and on the floor of the bank, the alarms aren't helping. The four bone heads are already out the door and it appears they have, for the time-being, temporarily paralyzed me. And thrown me rather hard into the ground.
Four guys calling themselves The New Fearsome Four. They literally came out of nowhere. I have never seen them, I don't think Reed or his family has even tangled with these bozos, and yet for the last week they've been hitting multiple banks and labs. You know, usual super-villain team stuff.
What's different about them is, they're yellow. Not jaundice yellow-- that's gross.
These four cats are literally (yes I said cats, we are moving on)-- bright, glowing, neon yellow. Subjected to some sort of radiation? (Gamma? Banner? Bueller?) Maybe. But for now, they're putting the lives of officers and civilians in danger. They've already sent a member of the law enforcement into intensive care.
And they may have just sent me.
"Zat vas not very graceful." the German voice behind me states. I roll my eyes.
"You appear to be paralyzed, like ze guards. Should I send for help?" I would have blinked at his fuzzy blue face, but I had a mask on.
Had he gotten stupid since returning from the dead?
How the heck did he come back from that anyways? Logan and I had some talks and there was no coming back from that one- Okay wait, you're probably wondering who's talking to me, huh?
That's Nightcrawler. Otherwise known as Nightcrawler. (I think his name is Kurt... Weiner?) A blue, fuzzy, devilish(ly handsom?), ex-X-Man, ex-Munich Circus member, ex-living-person. He has recently come back from the dead and he apparently has forgotten how this whole team-work thing goes down.
"I vill respect ze mask and assume you are currently cursing at me. I shall teleport you to Dr. Richards immediately. I don't care if you don't want zis-"
I do, I really do.
"it is vat is best."
It really is.
"I vill go after ze offenders myself. Ja?"
By yourself? I would have shrugged, but I couldn't. You were an X-Man and you're freshly back from the grave. Hit 'em hard, Elf. Once for you, twice for me.
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"You're back?" Johnny asks, confused. "You're back from like... the dead?" If I wasn't paralyzed I would've slapped him on the back of the head. Thankfully, Ben Grimm did it for me. Johnny hit the floor.
"So were you!" Grimm bellows, his voice crunching like rocks.
"Sorta, kinda." Johnny argues, rubbing the back of his head. Kurt waits patiently for the surprise to fade off.
"I was told about your funeral Kurt," Susan says tenderly. "It sounded very sweet. Logan was very upset. Have you seen him yet?"
Kurt's eyes go to the floor and he sighs. "I have not quite got ze courage to return to ze school. Logan is aware of my... return. He vas a critical role in it, in fact."
"That's neither here-nor-there." Reed interjected as he stretches over Sue and Kurt, typing furiously at the computer just over my head.
"Pe-uh, Spider-Man. This is a very temporary state of paralysis, but it is a heavy one. Had it not been for your spider-enhanced DNA..."
I'd be dead. Go OsCorp. I look to Wagner who is trying to smile at me. Good for Reed, trying to keep my identity secret, but if there's any group of people who know it, it would be the X-Men. From Logan's ability to pick up scents, Kurt's intuition (and close friendship with Logan), and Xavier's telepathy ( He doesn't peek into people's minds? My sticky, red-and-blue-ass he doesn't...), I have nothing to fear from my friends in tights. Certainly not the Mutants.
"I must find ze criminals who did zis to him, before zey hurt someone permanently." Wagner's tail flicked (that's it! WAGNER!) and Johnny's eyes lit up. I can practically see the series of pranks rush through his mind. Grimm grumbles behind him and shake his head.
"Do you want help?" Susan asks. Johnny shakes his head this time, from behind Kurt, waving frantically to his sister to indicate not to drag them into this. He mouths the words Moleman.
Recently Moleman had returned and been a headache for everyone from myself and Red Hulk to the First Family of NYC themselves, the Richards family. He was still at large, but Moleman was not exactly my egg to crack. Avengers stuff, big things. Gotta keep it moving.
Krang.
"Sue, I may need your help on this." Reed says to his wife. I'm impressed, Reed rarely asks for help. But his wife is a brilliant doctor of biology, easily the smartest woman I know. "I have mapped out his genetic structure but --"
"You want to get an antidote without getting a sample of his spider DNA?" Sue finishes. "I can separate that. Meanwhile, Ben and Johnny? If Kurt needs anything he's going to contact you on this." She tosses a tiny pin with a "4" on it to Kurt. He catches it easily with his three fingers. (I am of course thoroughly amazed. I will admit to taping my fingers together or sticking two into a single hole in a pair of hand-gloves to see what it's like to be Kurt. Not easy.)
"Yeah, alright." Johnny says. Kurt bows to them salutes me. "I vill avenge you, Mein Freund." With a poof of purple smoke, a rank stench of brimstone, and a loud BAMF! sound, he is gone in a flash.
"Johnny, no flames in the lab for an hour until that gas is gone." Reed says, quickly bottling some of it into a sample. I admit, I have wanted to do it before too. Who doesn't want to know more about Nightcrawler? I mean... who the heck is this guy?
------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------
Who the heck are zese guys? Seriously.
Four glowing badguys, rounding up cash and lab equipment, beating up on Spider-Man, Moonknight, and I hear even beating Tombstone to a pulp just to take some of his assets.
Zese men are reckless and zey are much more powerful then zey appear to be. I of course will proceed with caution.
[[More to come. I know some people complain about the accent, I like it, especially in separating dialogue with multiple characters. Sorry if it bums you out, sorry if you're German and it seems inaccurate. Suggestions on how to improve it are appreciated, but I am keeping it.]]