A little flirtatious here. I know, it sucks. I suck at romance. But here it is.
P.S. is it weird that I name my Runaways documents after the song Runaway by Kanye West?
St. Patrick's Cathedral
Downtown
"Yo, Cloakster!" Molly called. "Where do you want this?"
"Yeah, how many more boxes are there?" Jake growled as he dropped one of the boxes on the floor.
"Ah, thank you guys. Anywhere should be fine." Cloak replied. "Forgive me for not assisting you further. I…I am afraid I'm quite fatigued."
"Heavy lifting makes you sleepy, too, huh?" Molly asked as she dropped the box.
"It's not just that. I have yet to rest since my partner was attacked several days ago. My powers are stretched to the limit." Cloak answered.
"Ugh, can I go outside now? I really don't wanna be in here." Jake whined.
"Tyrone, you may catch some sleep downstairs." Father Lantom stated. "And Jake, you know you have to watch Molly."
"Do you guys live in this Castle?" Molly questioned.
"Not exactly." Father walked towards her. "Cloak and Dagger are guests of the church, and I normally reside elsewhere."
"Good to know." Jake looked off.
Molly sneered at him. "Trini's right. You have been acting like a drunk."
"You don't even know what Drunk looks like or acts like!"
"I know that you're acting like one!" Molly spat.
"Children! Please!" Father raised his hands. "Miss Hayes, why don't you come with me? I think Mr. Hunter needs a moment of Prayer."
"I'm an atheist!"
Midtown
"Ho…Holy…" Victor stammered.
"You're…" Trini started.
"You're…" Gert continued.
"Yes." Spider-Man landed on his hand and knees. "I'm Batman."
"It's not nice to lie." Trini commented.
"And you?" Spider-Man glanced up at Victor. "Are you the Son of Electro?"
"NO!" Victor spat. "I'm…I'm the son of Ultron."
"Uh-huh. And How about you, Purple hair? You from another planet or something?" Spider-Man pointed at the dog; who kept barking at him.
"No, but my dog's genetically engineered psychic dinosaur from the 87th Century." Gert answered. "Usually."
"And bare shoulders?"
"Angel." Trini nodded.
"I should have guessed."
"We're not lying, Spider-Man." Victor defended.
"And I wasn't being sarcastic, Lil' Ultron." Spider-Man stated. "Trust me, all the nutty wamajama I've seen in my life, I'm whatever the opposite of what skeptic is."
"So…are we supposed to fight you?" Gert questioned.
"Uh…do you want to fight?"
"I like him." Trini smiled.
"No," Gert answered, "but we do want to help our buddy Cloak, and he told us every spandex cowboy in the city is out to get him."
"And that apparently they need to fix their eyes." Trini added; referring to the tape.
"You mean the Avengers?" Spider-Man crossed his arms. "Look, they're good people, but just because we're on the same team, doesn't mean we always see Eye to Eye."
"Sweet! So you really are a part of the Avengers now?" Victor smiled, brightly.
"Well, they were offering a low annual fee, so I decided to enroll in the trial membership." Spider-Man shrugged.
"Seems like a smart choice." Trini nodded in approval.
"It was, sorta. Look, I'm freezing my cephalothorax off out here." He shivered. "I know a good Sushi place around the corner. You three wanna grab a bite and finish this conversation indoors?"
"Man, I would kill for an Avocado and cream cheese roll right now." Gert commented.
"Gross." Trini scrunched her face up.
"Seriously," Spider-Man agreed, "You guys are left Coasters, huh?"
"Guilty." Trini raised her hand.
"Wait, isn't Sushi like, raw fish?" Victor looked up.
"So your parents were Evil, huh?" Spider-Man questioned; stuffing the raw fish in his mouth.
"Aren't all parents?" Gert shook her head.
"The people who raised me were saints, Gert." Spider-Man defended. "Not to go all Afterschool Special, but I wouldn't be half the man I am today if it weren't for them."
"You'd be surprised. Nature and Nurture are just excuses. Even kids have free will. And what's Afterschool Special."
Trini stopped eating and looked up. "You know what Old Lace is but you don't know what an Afterschool Special is?"
Gert shrugged. "Sue me."
"Uh, not to change the Subject, sir. But about paying for all this…" Victor panned at all the food before them.
"First of all, Vic, next time you call me 'Sir', I'm webbing the Wasabi inside your nostrils." Spider-Man shoved his chopsticks in Victor's direction. "Secondly, I saved this place a couple weeks back from Hydro-man, so they've been begging me to have a complementary meal ever since. It's an honor thing."
"Speaking of food, don't think this is gonna make us sell out Cloak." Trini raised her finger. "Just because you're giving us free food, doesn't mean we're gonna sell out our friend."
"Sassy." Spider-Man scrunched his lips up. "And I'm not asking you to betray anyone. Besides, I've been accused of doing awful things enough to give Cloak the benefit of the doubt. Honestly, I want to find Tyrone before some trigger happy S.W.A.T. team or some angry mob does."
"Look, you won't have to do that if we nab Cloak's imposter! Why don't we help each other out?"
Trini rolled her eyes. "You're such a fanboy." She muttered.
Victor ignored her comment and settled for giving her a slight shock through her fork.
"Look, I got into this game when I was your age. So I'd be a hypocrite by telling you to stay out of trouble. But really, if you want to help, you should just lie low until I clear Cloak's name."
"You?" Trini started, but Victor cut her off before she could argue further.
"But…I have powers!" Victor demonstrated by lifting up his for and spoon with his magnetic powers. "And in the book Webs, your photographer friend said, 'With great power, comes great responsibility'."
"Really? That's inane." Gert scrunched her face up. "Most people in life don't have great power, and if they do, they're almost never responsible with it. The people who have greatest responsibilities are the kids with no powers because we're the ones that have to keep everyone in check."
"Kinda takes the fun outta it, huh?" Trini elbowed Spider-Man.
"At least she'll be totally ready to lead The Avengers." Spider-Man nodded.
"Drop the chopsticks, pal." The four suddenly heard.
They turned to see Nico and Chase standing at the entrance to the restaurant. "We saw Old Lace tied up outside and figured you guys were in trouble."
Trini held onto her stomach as it began to gurgle. "I think my stomach's in trouble."
"Whoa, Spider-Man, right?" Chase started. "Bro, red-and-blue looks totally lame on you, bro. You should go back to that sweet Black-and-White get up you wore when I was in grade school."
"Grade school?" Spider-Man pulled his mask over his mouth.
"Sorry, that's my boyfriend." Gert apologized.
"He's not related to a guy named Flash is he?" Spider-Man mumbled.
"Victor," Trini grabbed his arm and gave him a warning look.
"What? We have everything under control." Victor stated.
"Not until I say it is, Vic, now step away from your prisoners, Web-Face." Nico pointed her staff at him.
"Actually it's Web-Head." Spider-Man corrected. "And that's not the only thing you've got wrong, Majorette Malfunction. Now why don't you put down your Baton of Doom and-."
"Hellfire." Nico called as flames exploded from the staff and towards the vigilante.
"Ah, Good ol' Hellfire." He said as he back flipped over the flames. "When regular fire simply won't do." He landed on top one of the booths.
"Guys, wait!" Victor quickly pulled Trini out of the way.
"Victor, no." She grabbed his hand. "Let Nico do her thing."
"But he's trying to help us!"
"I call that a Spidey Roll." Spider-Man joked as he shot off his webs. "Get it? A little Sushi Humor for you Folks."
"I get it!" Trini raised her hand.
The webs wrapped around Nico's staff and pulled. She growled, "Dreamtime."
Abruptly, Spider-Man was on the floor; out cold.
"What is wrong with you!" Victor snapped.
"Relax, Vic, it's just a sleeping spell. He'll come around in a few hours." Nico assured.
"He was trying to help us, idiot!"
"Hey," Trini smacked the back of his head, "Watch the harsh words, Dingus."
"Seriously, Poochie. I know you're new to this club, but we only have one rule here…we don't trust people like Him."
"Superheroes?" Victor cocked a brow.
"Adults." Trini corrected.
"They're right, Vic. Spidey may have been cool and all, but he was just luring us into his web so he could turn Cloak and us over to the cops." Gert agreed.
Nico waved her hand. "Whatever, we have other pests to worry about." She paused. "Chase and I found out about this creep named Reginald Mantz. Apparently, he traded off Pharmaceuticals at the hospital he works for in exchange for MGH."
Trini blinked. "Hospital. He works for a-."
"Oh crap." Gert looked back at her.
Jake managed to ignore Molly and the Priest for a long while; especially when the priest gave Molly a phone to call him if she ever needed a home. But he only ignored that when his sent picked up three unwanted guests.
"We've got company, Mol." Jake quickly rushed to her side.
"Father Lantom, I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." The three panned to see Captain America, Wolverine, and Iron Man standing in the entrance to the church.
"What are you doing? This is a sanctuary!" Father wrapped an arm around Molly.
"Wolverine…" Molly stared in awe at him.
"For once, I agree with Father." Jake stood near Father.
"We believe you have a fugitive living here-." Iron Man started.
"I know those two, they're the Pride's children." Captain America narrowed his eyes.
"Watch the door, Shellhead. I'll get the kid." Wolverine ordered as he stepped forward. He raced near the pews.
"Get the hell back!" Jake ordered.
"Why don't you and Padre here get away from her, Bub. Don't make this harder than it has to be." He stated.
Molly began to ramble off about how cool Wolverine was…Jake didn't even bother to listen. He was too busy trying to protect her.
"Everyone in this church is innocent!" Father wrapped his arms around her; Jake stepped in front of them. "You're making a huge mistake!"
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" Wolverine extracted his claws and moved to attack. Molly, who witnesses his frightening attack screamed as loud as she could…
And threw a punch.
Whooooo! I'm on a roll! Next chapter's coming up soon!