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ah, there we go...
mini!Sam Carter and Spider-Man.... (movieverse, since I know not the other)
The trip to New York was exciting for everyone but her. She had been there, and done that, and New York had long ago lost any appeal to Sam Carter. Even with this new 'superhero' they kept talking about in the Daily Bugle. Spider-Man. Hah.
She and Jack had had an argument weeks ago, because she had pointed out the physics involved with crawling walls, and that your skeletal structure just wouldn't support all of the things a spider's would.
He hadn't spoken to her since, and she was pissed at him enough to let things remain stopped.
It wasn't any easier being his girlfriend at age 16 than it would have been at age 37.
There were just different rules. Although she was learning to bend them, a little.
The Big Apple held few distractions, and Sam found herself wandering alone in the late evening.
Probably a mistake, but then, she was used to having level 2 hand to hand combat skills, a P-90, a .45, and a knife in her boot. She kept forgetting that Milo still resided with the elder her.
"Hey little girl, want some candy?"
Annoyed to be bothered, she turned and looked at the man. "Fuck. Off."
He laughed softly, then called out, "She wants us to fuck. How 'bout that?"
A chorus of hyena-like giggles came from all around her, and Sam felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
But she hadn't been trained by the best for nothing. A quick assessment told her it was not going to be an easy fight. Seven young men, against one young her. And she had no weapon but herself. Well. Maybe it would be their loss. A slight smile touched her lips. "Boys, boys, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Always." And the ringleader moved, reaching in to grab her.
He almost moved too fast, but her reflexes were still fine-tuned (Jack might think she was nuts, but she *liked* working out), and so she reacted as any well-trained soldier would, grappling and turning. His momentum sent him into two of his companions and all three went down.
The other four were immediately cautious, circling her, while the men on the ground argued and cursed.
She would have to end this quick. Incapacitate two of them and get the hell out of here before they re-grouped. Not allowing them time to complete their circle, she moved, low-kicking the knee of the man on the far side. It bent and snapped, and he went down screaming in pain and surprise. One of the others grabbed her left side, and she turned into him, slamming her palm into his neck, then following it up with fingers gouging towards his eyes. A hand closed in her hair and yanked (she was killing Jack for making her keep her hair long), bringing tears of pain to her eyes.
"Hang on, little girl, we--" The sentence was never finished, because there was suddenly a flurry of movement.
Thwapping noises, and the sound of fists hitting bodies, grunts and moans of pain. By the time she turned back to the group, three of them were unconscious and the rest were tied together. A costumed man hovered upside-down in front of her.
"Ma'am, walking alone after--"
"You're not possible." She informed him, "The physical stresses and gravitational forces on a body in motion preclude the ability of the human body to withstand--"
"Hey! Lady, I'll have you know that I am *very* possible."
"Science," she continued stubbornly, "does not allow--"
He snorted, "Your science is wrong."
And then he moved, swinging away from her and climbing the nearby wall. Sam watched in fascination until he disappeared from view.
Suddenly, New York seemed like it might be interesting after all.
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The trip to New York was exciting for everyone but her. She had been there, and done that, and New York had long ago lost any appeal to Sam Carter. Even with this new 'superhero' they kept talking about in the Daily Bugle. Spider-Man. Hah.
She and Jack had had an argument weeks ago, because she had pointed out the physics involved with crawling walls, and that your skeletal structure just wouldn't support all of the things a spider's would.
He hadn't spoken to her since, and she was pissed at him enough to let things remain stopped.
It wasn't any easier being his girlfriend at age 16 than it would have been at age 37.
There were just different rules. Although she was learning to bend them, a little.
The Big Apple held few distractions, and Sam found herself wandering alone in the late evening.
Probably a mistake, but then, she was used to having level 2 hand to hand combat skills, a P-90, a .45, and a knife in her boot. She kept forgetting that Milo still resided with the elder her.
"Hey little girl, want some candy?"
Annoyed to be bothered, she turned and looked at the man. "Fuck. Off."
He laughed softly, then called out, "She wants us to fuck. How 'bout that?"
A chorus of hyena-like giggles came from all around her, and Sam felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
But she hadn't been trained by the best for nothing. A quick assessment told her it was not going to be an easy fight. Seven young men, against one young her. And she had no weapon but herself. Well. Maybe it would be their loss. A slight smile touched her lips. "Boys, boys, are you sure you want to go through with this?"
"Always." And the ringleader moved, reaching in to grab her.
He almost moved too fast, but her reflexes were still fine-tuned (Jack might think she was nuts, but she *liked* working out), and so she reacted as any well-trained soldier would, grappling and turning. His momentum sent him into two of his companions and all three went down.
The other four were immediately cautious, circling her, while the men on the ground argued and cursed.
She would have to end this quick. Incapacitate two of them and get the hell out of here before they re-grouped. Not allowing them time to complete their circle, she moved, low-kicking the knee of the man on the far side. It bent and snapped, and he went down screaming in pain and surprise. One of the others grabbed her left side, and she turned into him, slamming her palm into his neck, then following it up with fingers gouging towards his eyes. A hand closed in her hair and yanked (she was killing Jack for making her keep her hair long), bringing tears of pain to her eyes.
"Hang on, little girl, we--" The sentence was never finished, because there was suddenly a flurry of movement.
Thwapping noises, and the sound of fists hitting bodies, grunts and moans of pain. By the time she turned back to the group, three of them were unconscious and the rest were tied together. A costumed man hovered upside-down in front of her.
"Ma'am, walking alone after--"
"You're not possible." She informed him, "The physical stresses and gravitational forces on a body in motion preclude the ability of the human body to withstand--"
"Hey! Lady, I'll have you know that I am *very* possible."
"Science," she continued stubbornly, "does not allow--"
He snorted, "Your science is wrong."
And then he moved, swinging away from her and climbing the nearby wall. Sam watched in fascination until he disappeared from view.
Suddenly, New York seemed like it might be interesting after all.
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“We have a speaker here today from the United States Air Force to talk about wormhole theory.”
Peter looked up from his doodles to eye the woman in dress blues who, he noticed, was locating all the exits and windows in the room. He smiled. A warrior scientist? It hurt his pride that he wasn’t the only one. If only she was 15 years younger…
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I love all of this stuff!
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Of course, this means sadness and mini!otp breakup. *verysad*
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Jack would never share. Although maybe if we also had Daniel and pixie!Janet....
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I could actually see that. OH my GOD....
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*dislikes him too, omfg, but don't tell anyone!*Hrm. It's hard to have Trinity without Neo - but I'll think about making it more fandom crazie if you want?
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"But-"
"You cheat too much."
"But-"
"And you monopolize me when you can have me all the time here."
"But-"
"It's all about getting IDEAS, Neo, from hot flexible people with good imaginations and needs, it's not about LOVE or real feeling. Come on."
"...you're a sexual terrorist."
"Think of it more like living fanfic smut."
"Fanfic?"
"Come on, Neo. I know you wrote it like the rest of us geeks."
"Never."
"Star Wars. Obi-Wan-Amidala before the movie came out."
"Bitch."
"I'm leaving."
"...better come back with something fun."
"I always do."
*smooch*
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