Ultimate Avenging Alliance Chapter 7 Waking Ain't Easy
"Matt!"
"C'mon, Murdock, wake up already!"
"Matt!"
Matt moaned slightly. His senses were dulled, making everything…foggy.
"No, Matt, I'm Peter. Spiderman. Remember? Foggy's your best friend who isn't here. I didn't think you'd want him here."
Had he said that bit out loud?
"Yeah, and that bit too."
He opened his eyes. The world was still blurry.
"You're blind, remember? That sedative must really be messing with you. I'll get some water, see if that clears your head."
There was a soft patter, and some clinking, followed by a squeaking and a liquidy whoosh. More pattering, more clinking, and a plastic cup was against his lips. He gulped down the water and collapsed against the pile of rough-shifting-nasty material.
"Erm, I guess the sedative is tailored more to me than to you," Peter rambled. "You're looking really whoozy. I knew you didn't like drugs, but seriously. Not a good look. For once, you seem to be acting like you actually are blind. And, y'know. Non-enhanced. But don't you generally act blind, properly blind I mean, when you're not being Daredevil, or at home alone? Keeping up that kind of act must be tough. I find it hard enough pretending to be a mere nerdy weakling, and that's just a matter of letting people push me around."
"Peter," Matt groaned. The chatter had echoed around the cell as his acute hearing kicked in again. "Peter, you can stop talking now." He pushed himself up and cast away the blanket. "What about you? You okay?"
"The retro-viral serum appears to have done nothing," Peter said gloomily. "That's what they were checking. They want to give me a more potent serum, so now I'm not allowed to eat." The teen shifted. "But they gave me a box file to keep the research papers in, and there's…oh. Um. Well, that's…interesting."
Peter's heartbeat spiked a little; anxious. "What is it?" Matt asked, growing suspicious.
"Little miss Bee Three seems to be a sociologist, and there's five pages of…observations." The air shifted around Peter's face, but Matt couldn't work out what face he was making. "Apparently the 'nurturing instinct' is a powerful influence."
"Meaning…we look after each other?" Matt asked.
"Pretty much," Peter agreed. "There's some really strange speculation on the significance of the power-play between intellectual disciplines."
"The what?"
"I think it means that argument we had on science versus law."
"Law's still more useful in everyday life."
"Everyday life is built on science."
"The way of life, maybe, but society…"
"You're never gonna convince me, Matt, and I know I can't change your mind." Peter giggled. "Besides, if all us science geniuses started practising law, you'd be out of business."
"You'd get bored and quit as soon as you realised how much paperwork is involved," Matt shot back. "Generally speaking, a failure to blow up your own lab is considered a victory, not a disappointment."
"We try to blow up bad guy labs, not our own," Peter replied primly. "Just like law is about more than using every possible loophole to trample the little guy."
"Touché," Matt murmured. "But, remind me, how many criminal empires have you dismantled?"
"You remind me, how many years have you been doing this?"
"You only started a year before me," Matt protested.
"It was a busy year."
"Yeah…the alien invasion, and Stark's fiasco, and whatever went down in Greenwich, and the SHIELD/Hydra disaster, and the robots trying to take over the world…" Matt counted off on his fingers for effect. "Have I missed anything?"
"Electro. Goblin," Peter muttered gloomily.
Matt sighed. "We do our best."
"Too many deaths."
"I know."
They fell silent. Peter's heartbeat was slowing, and he was slumping. He was probably dozing off.
The cell door clicked, and Matt stood up. Peter had started, instinctively jumping halfway up the wall. "Not again," he muttered.
Suit came in first. He seemed…pleased.
"Good evening, boys," he said. "You really had some fantastic ideas earlier. Healing factors?"
Matt winced internally. "I'm fine healing the way I always do…"
"I thought you couldn't isolate my healing factor?" Peter asked.
"Not yet," Suit confirmed. "And we couldn't find Wolverine."
There was a scuffle, and Bees One and Two dragged another person into the cell. The person appeared to be much bloodier than would be expected for someone freshly changed into hospital scrubs. He smelt strongly of Mexican spices, gunpowder and death. There didn't seem to be a heartbeat.
The corpse was dropped, and the captors left them. Then…
Thu-thump.
Thu-thump.
Matt groaned. The no-longer-dead person mumbled, and woke.
"Hello, Deadpool."
AN: Duh duh DUH!
New character.
I'm going to have to flesh out a few wee stories from my personal interpretation of the MCU, which does include the Amazing Spiderman movies and the X-Men franchise. So please don't complain if the next few chapters fail to advance the story.
Also updating, Jason and the Argonauts, Black and Red and Ultimate Writing Adventure. LBV still pending, but I promise I am working on it. Coming up next, this one, other three, maybe LBV?
Please review. It gives me warm fuzzies.
Katara