Whistling, I spun the pocket bo staff in my hands.
"Dang it," I cursed as it fumbled out of my hands. Picking it up, I twisted it shut.
For a city like Queens, it sure is quiet. Does crime happen only on the weekends?
Back in Southampton, I felt like I dealt with crime on a daily basis.
I let out a soft sigh as I stuck closer to dark alleyways and street corners so stragglers won't see a girl wearing all black attire and two fans attached to her hips.
I gotta say that the leather jacket I bought from that store came in handy. Didn't really use it in a traditional way. More like making leather shorts and gloves out of it. And the combat boots sure have a bit of heft to them.
A gunshot sounded in the night as I hastily made my way near the street. It sounded relatively close to where I was walking to.
Looking into the next couple alleyways, I heard someone plead for their life.
Melting into the shadows, I observed the scene with an inward sigh. A tall thug punched the other guy square in the nose, making the latter crumple to the floor with a groan.
"Brad, you know what day it is. And yet… you didn't deliver," the thug finished with a crack of his knuckles.
The guy whimpered on the floor, "I'm sorry! Just give me a week to get you the money!"
He grabbed the lapels of Brad's suit and slammed against the wall. "Sorry doesn't cut it, buddy. We gave you a week to get that money, but you didn't deliver. You know what happens when you don't make the cut?" He pressed the gun to the side of Brad's dirty blonde locks as he shook in fear, begging for his life.
Before he could pull the trigger, I whipped out my iron fan and flung it at him.
It sliced his hand, making him grunt and drop the weapon and Brad.
"Oh sweetie. What seems to be the problem here?" I asked, using a sultry tone to hide my voice. I caught my fan and slid it back in the compartment.
"This doesn't have anything to do with you, bitch," he growled as he nursed his hand.
A pout made its way to my red painted lips, "Oh, but it does have everything to do with me. The thing is if I see some dude beat on the little guy, it definitely becomes a problem. So step away from him and we'll call it a day."
He chuckled with a shake of his head, "Stupid bitch."
He brandished a pocket knife and ran toward me with a yell.
Flipping back, I dodged his lunge. Pressing the button, my staff popped open and jabbed him right in the eye.
He let out a yell of pain, but still came at me. Swiping his knife, I backed up and blocked.
He lifted his knee when he got close enough and kicked me in the gut.
Groaning, I dropped my staff and threw myself the opposite way before he could stab me.
Swiftly kicking the back of his knee, he keeled over a bit. Spinning toward me, he tried to take a stab at me.
Too bad he wasn't fast enough.
Grabbing both my fans, I held the blade's edges against his neck. Applying pressure, I saw a trickle of blood seep down.
"Don't move asshole because I might just slip." I smirked as I saw his body tense. "Now, drop the knife." The knife clanged to the floor as he held his hands in the air. "So judging by your poor attitude, I can only guess you're a henchman, hired gun or whatever you goons call yourselves."
"Fuck you."
"Ah, ah." I pressed the fans a bit harder. "You know one of my blades is on your jugular vein. One move and I can kill you right on the spot. So, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way is we'll forget this happens and you escort yourself to the police. Hard way is… well, we don't want to come to that."
He stayed silent as his glare pierced through my body. I sighed.
I rolled my eyes at his lack of response. "I guess we can do it the hard way."
Pocketing the one that wasn't against the major vein that can end his life, I grasped his chin harshly. I felt the power rise through my body as his eyes widened in fear. I chuckled quietly as I watched his pupils melt into darkness.
"Not so tough, are you? Now, what's your name?"
"Don Hughes."
"Well Don, I want you to turn yourself in to the police and confess any and all crimes you have commited."
As he repeated those words, he turned and left the alleyway to do his bidding.
Walking back to Brad, I held out a hand to the guy.
"Thank you so much! I thought I was done for!"
"It was no big deal." I helped Brad to his feet.
"Guess I missed out on the action," a voice rang through the alleyway.
Looking behind me, I internally groaned when I saw the familiar red and blue spandex flip off the wall. He landed in a crouched position, he straightened himself and walked towards us.
"Well, well. Looks like the itsy bitsy spider climbed down to join the party," I casually stated as I walked past him to grab the staff off the ground.
Brad thanked me one more time before making his way out.
"Who are you?" He questioned.
"Aww. You wound me, Spidey." I pouted as I walked over to him.
He studied me before the mechanical eyes on his suit widened. "Mesmera?"
"In the flesh," I stated with a flourish. "What do you think of the new outfit?" I asked, turning with a flair.
"Uhh. Yeah. You look… Yeah."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his words.
"See you around, Spandex," I bid with a wave.
"W-wait!" I turned back around toward him as he walked beside me. "It's dangerous to walk home alone at night."
I giggled at that response, "I'm pretty sure I'm capable of handling myself."
"Right." He chuckled nervously as he scratched the back of his neck. "So," he started, breaking the silence as we walked through the surprisingly quiet streets of Queens. "How's everything been since… y'know.. Germany?"
I held back a laugh at his flustered being. I would have thought the amazing Spiderman was charismatic and charming.
"Eh. Same old. Same old. Get one bad guy and on to the next," I divulged with a shrug of my shoulders.
"That's cool. Same here."
"Cool."
"I didn't know you're from Queens. Never really saw you before. Except in Germany when we fought," he babbled.
"I'm not."
"Not from Queens?"
"Yeah."
"Then, where are you from?"
"Around," I simply answered.
"Around?"
I shrugged again, "I'm not unfamiliar with the streets of New York."
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"Not a chance."
"Y'know… after that fight in Germany, I tried looking you up a-"
"Aww, Spidey. Did you miss me that much?" I teased, giving him a wink.
His eyes widened dramatically and started to wave his hands around, making me giggle.
"Wh-wh-what? Uhmm nothing like that! That's just…" he chuckled nervously and cleared his throat. "You're just a hard girl to find."
"Oh. Yeah. I know. It's because I made it that way," I answered.
"Woah! Really? That's cool! Are you like a computer hacker or something?"
I laughed as I shook my head, "I wouldn't say computer hacker… I'm more like a ninja."
Now, it was his turn to guffaw, "A ninja?"
"Hey!" I swatted his abdomen. "I'll have you know that I am a Brown Belt in Jujitsu and I know the basics of Capoeira."
"Okay so you're a ninja that can dance fight!" He mumbled, throwing random jazz hands. "But that doesn't explain how nothing pops up when someone googles 'Mesmera'."
"Do you know why Captain America recruited me?" I questioned.
He shook his head, "Even Mr. Stark didn't know who you were. And don't change the subject!"
"Well, I am what you call a master of persuasion."
"A master of persuasion?" He repeated back, doubt laced in his tone.
"Yup. I can make someone do anything I want and the best part is that they won't remember what compelled them to do it."
He laughed, "Okay. Whatever you say, Mesmera."
"You don't believe me? We live in a world where aliens invaded New York and Thor is real."
"Well yeah, but I need proof."
"Excuse me?" I asked, merely blinking at him.
"You said that you're a "master of persuasion". Prove it."
"If you insist." Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face him. "All you need to do is look into my eyes."
"Woah there! Why me? You just- but I-"
"You said you wanted proof," I stated the obvious.
"Well yeah, but you said it yourself that I won't remember what made me do it."
With a heavy sigh, I looked around, "Fine. Let's see what we have here."
Seeing an uptight guy across the street talking on his cell phone, I thought he'd be perfect.
I grabbed Spider-Man's hand and made our way across the street despite his protests of us "jaywalking".
"What do you want at the convenience store?" I asked the mask hero.
"Uh. Gummy worms?"
Letting go of his arm, I purposely bumped into the distressed looking man.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" he boomed. "Stupid brat."
I rolled my eyes. Before he could walk off, I wrapped my fingers around his arm.
He whipped his head toward me angrily, but his red face slowly started to grow pale.
"You will go into that 7-11 and buy me some Hubba Bubba gum and gummy worms."
He repeated my words before doing my bidding.
About a few minutes later, the man came back with a plastic bag in hand. He handed it to me without another word as his eyes started to return to normal.
"Thanks mister." I threw a wave before walking back to the speechless hero.
Digging in the bag, I tossed the candy to him as he grabbed it.
"So, is that proof enough for ya?" I asked as I popped a piece of gum in my mouth.
"Woah."
I giggled, "Well, it seems like tonight is pretty quiet. I'll see you later, Spandex."
Author's Note:
Hello everyone! I hope you all are doing well! Sorry I wasn't able to update last week. I'm back to work and it has been a bit stressful lately.
So Mesmera gets some of that Queens action! And she meets Spidey again! \^-^/ Hopefully he knows not to mess with her!
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