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marauderundercover · 2 months

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i dream of getting out (you're on your own kid ch. 2)

There was no question about it. Percy was definitely cursed. He wasn’t sure who to blame, but there definitely had to be someone out there to blame, right? Someone other than him calling the wrong shots and getting him into these situations. He’d never really been into that whole ‘higher power’ crap. Mostly ‘cause the one time his mom took him to a church thing, he couldn’t focus. And the nuns yelled at him. Nuns are scary. But that didn’t really matter right now. Because right now, Percy was being followed by some dude through an unfamiliar part of Gotham. If he was smarter, Percy would’ve stayed in the safety of Crime Alley (and isn’t that a sentence) where he could just call for Red Hood. He trusted Hood, and he knew that the guy would at least try to help him. They may not be close or anything, but Red Hood protected kids. Everyone, especially everyone in Crime Alley, knew that. But here, outside of Hood’s territory, Percy felt hopeless. He didn’t know these streets like he knew New York’s. Or even Crime Alley. Turning with the alley, Percy sucks in a breath as he realizes- he’s trapped. Spinning on his heel, he turns and scans the area, trying desperately to find a fire escape or something that could help him. His eyes widen as the guy rounds the corner.

“Hey, kid. You look lost. Need some help?” The guy asks him, and Percy frowns. He was pretty sure he didn’t look that naïve. The guy’d been following him for too long to be anyone with good intentions. Literally everyone would know that. Realizing he’s taken too long to answer, Percy shakes his head and squares his shoulders in an attempt to look bigger than he is.

“I’m fine.” He says simply. The guy laughs, but it’s not like his mom’s laugh was. It feels closer to Gabe’s laugh, and Percy clenches his fists. He really shouldn’t have left Crime Alley.

“C’mon, kid, just let me help you. Come with me and we’ll grab something to eat.” He says. Percy shakes his head. Even if the dude wasn’t trying to kidnap him- which Percy found unlikely- he wasn’t about to be in debt to some creepy ass guy who stalked him around Gotham.

“I’m good. I’m just gonna-” Percy tries to make his way around the man, but he reaches out and grabs Percy’s arm with a bruising force. Immediately, Percy starts to thrash about and tries to break free. “Hey, help! Someone!” The man moves one of his hands over Percy’s mouth to smother the sound of Percy’s cries.

“Couldn’t just do this the easy way, could you, you little shit.” The man complains, struggling to keep hold of him. Percy jerks back roughly enough that he’s able to stumble back a few steps.

“Red Hood!” He yells, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the vigilante had taken a trip outside of his territory. The man snarls and grabs Percy by the back of his hair, making him yelp. Before he can try and fight back more, the man slams his head against the ground. Percy cries out as the pain makes stars dance in his vision. Another slam of his head, and the world fades from view.

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Percy blinks awake, then regrets it immediately- the dull throb in his head sharpening the moment his eyes hit the light. Groaning, he quickly shuts his eyes again, taking a steadying breath before cracking his eyes open again. He opens them slowly, trying really hard to focus past the pounding in his head. Struggling, he pushes himself up as carefully as he can. His whole body ached, and it probably had something to do with the concrete floor he’d woken up on. Sitting back on his heels, Percy takes in his surroundings and tries not to panic. There were at least a dozen other kids, all of them in cages. Shit. A door slams open and the other kids all scurry to the backs of their cages. Percy, however, stays where he was and shoots a glare at the man walking in. It was the same guy from the alley, and the fact that he hadn’t covered his face didn’t feel like a positive sign for Percy.

“Looks like Sleeping Beauty is finally awake. Wasn’t sure how long it’d take after you got that little bump on your head. You feeling alive again?” The man asks with a smirk.

“Feeling peachy.” Percy says, crossing his arms. He was terrified, but he didn’t want this guy to know that. Didn’t wanna give him the satisfaction. The man smirks before lunging forward, and Percy can’t help but flinch back. The man laughs, shaking his head as Percy mentally says every single curse word he could think of.

“And I’m sure you’ll feel even better once you’re outta Gotham.” The guy adds before turning and walking back the way he came. Percy drops back down to his butt and tries really hard to take deep breaths. He’d really messed up this time, and there wasn’t anything he could do but hope that someone was looking for at least some of the kids in the room. They were still in Gotham, which was a plus. It meant there was still a chance that the Bats would find them. Not that Percy really had anyone looking for him, but he did kinda have a tiny bit of hope that Red Hood would miss him. Or at least think about where he might be, since Percy almost always saw Red Hood at least once while the guy was patrolling Crime Alley And he’d hung out with the vigilante on the roofs a couple times. Percy knew that the guy had some serious rules in place to protect the kids of Crime Alley, and he really hoped that the protection would extend to dumb new Crime Alley kids who were running around the wrong part of Gotham in the middle of the night.

“Hey, kid, you got anyone looking for you out there?” One of the other kids calls out. Percy shakes his head, moving to press his back against the back of his cage. He pulls his knees up into his chest, trying hard to ignore the ache as he realizes how alone he really is.

“No. No one.”

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Percy does his best to ignore the crying and talking from the other kids. There were a couple a little older than him, and they were clearly trying to make the younger ones feel better. Personally, Percy thought it was ridiculous for them to even try. The only bright side was that it seemed like most of the other kids weren’t in the same ‘living alone in Gotham’ boat that he was in. Probably half of them were certain that their parents would be looking for them right now, and the other half figured their parents would eventually look for them. Percy does his best to shove down the jealousy. Not like it would do any good stuck in a place like this. Just as he starts to nod off, loud thuds and screams, accompanied by gunshots, sound in the other room. Percy does his best to curl into himself in an attempt to shield himself. He wasn’t sure how many people were working with the guy who’d grabbed him, but it sounded like they’d all gotten into an argument. And Percy did not want to be collateral damage. The door slams open and Percy flinches back, squeezing his eyes shut as some of the other kids shout in surprise.

Percy had expected screams of terror or pain or something, so when the other kids start cheering and crying, he risks cracking an eye open. The sight of Batman and Nightwing weaving around the cages, carefully opening them and helping the kids out, lets him finally take a deep breath again. They were okay. Percy uncurls and inches towards the door of his cage so that he could run the second it was opened.

“Shit.” A familiar mechanized voice echoes throughout the room, and Percy’s attention snaps towards the voice. He wants to cry. He’s relieved and exhausted and is finally not terrified. But he also doesn’t wanna cry in front of one of the only people who still willingly talks to him.

“Hiya, Hood. Little far from Crime Alley, aren’t ya?” Percy chirps, forcing a grin on his face. Red Hood unfreezes and rushes over, using his gun to break the lock off the cage that Percy was trapped in. He throws the cage door open and then backs up, giving Percy space to get out by himself. He scrambles out, wincing at the fact that he seemed to have Red Hood’s undivided attention. And the vigilante was silent. “Are uh, are you gonna yell at me?” Percy finally asks, and Hood splutters.

“Am I- you- Jesus christ, kid.” A long hissing sound comes from the helmet, a sound that Percy was pretty sure was just the guy letting out a really long exhale. “You’re not in trouble, Percy. You were almost- what happened to your head?”

“Is he injured? Ambulances should be here in five minutes, but we’ve got emergency stuff and there’s a full medkit in the Batmobile.” Nightwing rambles, appearing at Red Hood’s shoulder. Percy takes a step back, panic whelming up. He did not just escape traffickers to get put back into the system by Nightwing. Hood seems to notice Percy’s panic, and moves himself in front of Percy.

“Give the kid a break, Wing. He’s one of the Alley kids. I’ll check his head out and then take him back.” Red Hood says, and Nightwing frowns.

“I really don’t think-”

“C’mon, Wing. Hasn’t the poor kid been through enough for one night?” Red Hood asks, and Percy watches, impressed, as Nightwing sighs and agrees.

“Fine, but you better get the kid outta here before B notices you ignoring protocol like this.” He says.

“Since when do I give a shit about his protocol?” Red Hood asks, but he nods at Percy and guides him towards the room where the gunshots had come from. He pauses at the door, and Percy looks up at him.

“What?” He asks.

“Would you promise me to close your eyes and let me guide you outta here?” The vigilante asks. Percy starts to argue, then considers what he might have to see on the other side of the door and nods slowly. Red Hood had never done anything to make him not trust him. And he was kinda the only person Percy actually felt like he trusted at this point. Maybe he’d regret it one day, but he really didn’t think he would.

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dumbkiri · 4 years

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Hypnotic You

Second Series for Jason Todd

Request: Mixing up requests I got in submissions.

Summary: [Name] has to come to terms that she really isn’t a fighter yet. Her mother, Diana Prince, left her in the care of Batman to help [Name] fight or at least learn how. Jason and [Name] have been partners for a long time and he is her mentor. But that all changes when he requests to go back to his team, The Outlaws. [Name] feels that she is left behind and comes across a new friend.

But this new friend of hers is another enemy of the Justice League and a sworn enemy of her mother’s. [Name]’s body is resistant to some magic, but when Hecate awakens her godly form, is she able to control her dormant powers?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Genre: Mystery, Drama, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k, 6 pgs

WARNING(S): NONE???

The sun shined brightly onto Gotham City providing light and warmth in the cold season of Winter. The snow that piled up from last night's storm was gradually melting under the bright star. And [Name] witnessed the frost on her living room windows going away.

She watched her neighbors do their daily routine of mowing their luscious green grass. Their kids had the job of taking out the trash and recycling. The mother would usually watch on holding their newborn baby or she was wiping her hands on a dish rag. [Name] turned away from the normal scene and glued her eyes on the TV.

"In Today's news, Batman and Robin had stopped another criminal last night. Despite the storm, the caped vigilantes stopped the Riddler from robbing one of Gotham's finest jewelry stores. The Riddler is now being sent to Gotham--"

[Name] turned the TV off knowing that the Riddler would just escape again from wherever he's being sent to. She stayed on her couch for a while and enjoyed snuggling with her warm blanket that she got out of the dryer. Her eyes closed in happiness and she began to wonder in her land of dreams. That was until there was a knock at her front door.

She grumbled in annoyance and got up from the couch. [Name]’s sock covered feet carried her to the door and she opened it with a kind smile. There standing on her porch was her best friend and partner, Jason Todd. He was wearing his signature red hoodie with black jeans and black adidas. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie and sighed, “Are you gonna invite me in?”

[Name] snapped out of her trance and opened the door more to let him in. She watched as he relaxed and walked into her house. He took his shoes off by her door where her own shoes were placed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked and walked in front of him to stop him from entering her kitchen.

“I’m hungry,” He responded and took his hands from his hoodie. He placed his cold fingers on her exposed waist and moved her aside. [Name] recoiled from his touch and giggled, “You should warm your hands up. Oh, I’ll make you hot chocolate!”

Jason stayed silent and watched [Name] run into her kitchen. He chuckled when he saw that she struggled to reach her mugs on the top shelf. But after a few seconds, she managed to get them. “I said I was hungry, not thirsty,” Jason grumbled and sat in the barstools at the kitchen island. [Name] stopped pouring the hot chocolate and looked at him, “Do you not want any?”

“Let’s go grab a bite.” Jason asked suddenly.

“Are you asking me out to eat breakfast with you?” [Name] looked at him questioningly.

Jason sighed and walked over to her. He grabbed the mug filled with hot chocolate topped with cool whipped cream. He took a sip and relished the hot drink entering his freezing body. “I am asking you to eat breakfast with me,” He replied after setting the cocoa down on the granite counter.

[Name] smiled and grabbed a napkin from the kitchen island. She wiped Jason’s mouth to get rid of the whipped cream. She made eye contact with the male and laughed, “Yes, I’ll go eat with you, Todd, so stop your glaring.” [Name] walked away and threw the napkin into the trash. “Gimme five minutes to get dressed.”

It took her longer than five minutes to get dressed, but Jason wasn’t going to ruin her perfect mood. He looked at her outfit and he took notice how she wore gloves and a scarf. “What?” [Name] interrupted his thoughts and placed her hands on her hips, “I’m not going out there freezing my butt off like you, okay?”

Jason raised his hands up and looked away, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your fashion choices. It’s a smart idea to bundle up, I don’t want anybody blaming me if you get sick.”

“You really do care for me,” [Name] softly said and Jason scoffed, turning to the front door. He opened it and walked out. He was going to ignore her comment about how he felt toward her. Jason wasn't’ sure himself. There were days he wanted to shoot her because of her rash decisions of saving a petty criminal. Yet there were days he had the strong urge to protect her from those petty criminals. “I’ll buy breakfast!” [Name] shouted as she locked her front door.

……

“The reason why I brought you here was because we need to talk,” Jason lit a cigarette and before he could inhale the deadly toxins, [Name] was quick enough to snatch it from him.

“Smoking isn’t allowed in here and I want to enjoy my breakfast before we get kicked out.” She smiled at him kindly.

Jason grumbled under his breath as he watched the female put out the cigarette in her empty glass half filled with ice. He crossed his arms over his chest and began speaking, “I requested that we change partners or back to our original teams. Now I don’t want you to interrupt me because I need you to listen to my reasons.” Jason’s blue eyes connected with her [e.color] eyes.

[Name] remained quiet waiting for his reasons. She stopped messing with the crayons she got from the host and paid Jason her undivided attention.

“I feel as though I need to work with my team, The Outlaws, more than Batman’s sidekick. Roy said he needs some help with the team and that they’re breaking without my leadership. I am also needed on higher stake missions and not burglars who steal money from an ATM.”

“He didn’t just steal money from an ATM. He was stealing from homeless people!” [Name] whispered-yelled. She was a bit frustrated about Jason’s choice.

“Hey, I told you to not interrupt me,” Jason scolded and continued his explanation. His stare softened and his body slowly relaxed into a vulnerable state. “I’m needed with my team, [Name]. I helped you with a lot of your training and I believe you already make a fine Batgirl. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Yes, I do,” [Name] spoke up, not caring that she didn’t let him finish, “You help me make those hard decisions. You sometimes influence me, but most importantly you make me decide what I want to do. I never really had that choice with Batman and Robin. You help me a lot in those times, in our missions.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, “Those aren’t missions, [Name]. I get it, you entered the fighting scene a little too late. But what Batman has us doing, what he has you doing is nothing compared to what I used to do with my team. We take down guys like Sionis. We take down actual criminals with dangerous agendas.”

[Name] felt small in her seat.

“And to be frank, I’m tired of dealing with those petty criminals. I want the real deal. I want to go back to my team,” Jason finished.

[Name] swallowed the lump in her throat, “Then be with your team, Jason. No one is going to stop you.”

Jason stared at her and was baffled by her response, “You-- Why are you not stopping me?” He was 100% positive that she was going to throw a royal fit. But here she was surprising him.

[Name] pushed her plate of food away from her kid’s menu. She grabbed a red crayon and began doodling. Her attention was divided now and it was because she needed a distraction. She could no longer stare in his gunmetal eyes anymore. “You said you needed your team and that they needed you. Why would I stop you if you want to leave?”

“I don’t know, I thought you would have put up a bigger fight. It’s what you would usually do.” Jason replied back and watched her aimlessly draw on her kids menu. He didn’t know what she was trying to draw and honestly he didn’t care. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly looked at who was calling him. It was Roy Harper.

[Name] pretended she wasn’t looking, but she noticed how Jason didn’t hesitate to answer the call. She put her crayon down and raised her hand in the air to call the waitress. Their waitress came by with a pretty smile. “Can I have the check please?” [Name] warmly asked with her own smile. The waitress nodded her head and handed the check to which [Name] handed back cash. “Keep the change.”

Jason watched [Name]’s interactions with the waitress carefully. He noticed the front she was putting up. After all, he spent a long time with her to notice how she was doing. He focused back on the call and listened to Roy’s words. Apparently, Sionis was still in the game while in prison. It meant that the criminal had connections inside the prison to make deals outside. Jason wanted to shoot himself twenty times right about now.

[Name] waited patiently for Jason to end the call, so they can have a proper goodbye. It was rude to leave while he was on the call, but it was also rude to answer the phone when he was having a conversation with her. Yet [Name] didn’t have the confidence to communicate with him. It wouldn’t matter anyways because they were no longer going to work together. Maybe that is why [Name] felt so sad. She was growing attached to the male even if they did have their downs.

“I got it, Harper,” Jason said with the roll of his eyes, “We’ll talk about it more later and plan from there. Alright, see you guys later.” He ended the call and gave a curt nod to [Name]. “Roy called about--”

[Name] waved him off and laughed, “Spare me the details and go get the bad guy.”

Jason sighed and gestured to her with his hands, “You’re mad.”

“I’m upset,” [Name] truthfully said with a shrug of her shoulders. Her eyes were downcasted to examine her scramble of a drawing. “I thought of us as a team, you know? So being sent back to a dynamic duo like Batman and Robin kind of makes me feel-- I don’t know,” [Name] laughed and looked up at him. She waved her hands side to side, “I don’t know what I’m talking about now, my words are going to be scrambled soon if we keep talking.”

[Name] put her wallet back in her purse and flipped the straps on her shoulder. She was collecting her things. She scooted to the edge of the booth and stood up, “But thank you for teaching me the ropes and other important things. I’ll catch you on the flipside.” [Name] turned her back on Jason and hurried to exit the restaurant. She was really digging herself into a hole back there.

“Catch you on the flipside? God, what was I thinking?” [Name] scolded herself and lightly hit the side of her head with her palm. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” She helplessly muttered as she walked further away from the restaurant. [Name] walked past some people going about their business and easily dodged the shoulders of people not paying attention to their surroundings. She was surprised that she was able to notice the people around her when her mind was plagued with questions.

At this point, [Name] wanted to be home and enjoy her hot chocolate for real this time. If Jason really requested for her to go back with Batman then the caped crusader will call her if she soon. "I should go pick up Blue from the pet store. Ah, I forgot my poor baby had an appointment today,” [Name] hailed a taxi and got into the backseat while telling the driver where to go.

“Rough mornin’, miss?” The taxi driver asked looking into the rearview mirror.

[Name] gave him a small smile, “You can say that.”

The taxi driver whistled with his clapped lips. They seemed to bleed a little meaning that he was picking at the skin of his bottom lip recently. “The storm must have hit yer area hard or somethin’ if ya ain’t smilin’. The kids ‘round here are havin’ a field day! Throwin’ snowballs and jus’ havin’ some normal fun! Ya should join ‘em, put a pretty smile back on ya face, y’know?”

“I will when I pick up my dog from his appointment. Blue would love the snow and I’m sure the kids would love him,” [Name] replied looking out the window. She watched the buildings she recognized pass by with a blur. Then she averted her attention to the taxi driver. She noticed a purple ring surrounding his irises before it disappeared.

The taxi driver cleared his throat and clenched the steering wheel tighter, “He must've really hurt yer feelings.”

“Excuse me?” [Name] swallowed and stared at the man with a new sense of curiosity and suspicion. She scooted to the edge of her seat and asked again, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said he must’ve hurt yer feelings. Especially if ya have that sad look in yer eyes like someone ran o’er yer dog. What’s his name?” The taxi driver tilted his head to the side and a large pop resonated in the taxi.

Uncomfortable, [Name] leaned her back into the cushion of her seat. Her lips parted in uncertainty, “He’s only a friend and there’s no reason for you to know his name. You’re a stranger.”

“I’m more than jus’ a stranger, darlin’,” The taxi driver answered quickly. The car came to a stop and [Name] opened the door. She almost forgot to pay the man, but he stopped her with a creepy smile on his face.

“No need to pay me, girl,” He said and leaned over the passenger seat, “I want ya to know somethin’.”

[Name] got out of the car and closed the door. She bent down to listen to him talk though. She didn’t know why she was staying any longer with this weirdo. Yet her curiosity wasn’t quenched, not now. “She’s always watchin’ ya. Said somethin’ about awakening yer true potential.”

“Thank you for the ride, sir,” [Name] dismissed his words and ran into the pet store where she felt somewhat safe. She picked her phone from her purse and dialed Jason’s number hoping he would pick up as quickly as he did for Roy. It rang twice then went straight to voicemail. Might as well tell him what happened to her.

“Hey, Jason, I called to tell you the strangest thing that happened to me. This taxi driver gave me the weirdest ride ever. I-- He knew that I talked to you? Actually, he doesn’t know you, but I don’t know. It was the oddest thing that’s ever happened. He knew what I was feeling. I mean he knew-- Whatever, just give me a call back?” She said with nervousness, “He said someone was watching me. I have to hear some advice from you.”

She ended the call there and perked up at her dog barking happily. She hoped that the taxi driver was only crazy and that what he said wasn’t true. [Name] has enough to worry about.

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nightglider124 · 5 years

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RobStar Week 2019: Day 4

Shock, I went with the most generic idea for this one bc I just... couldn’t think of a smart way around the prompt so I went for the normal stuff but I hope you guys still like it...

Heads up... this has not been proofread yet... like none of them have; I’ll end up proofreading them all like the end of this week when I put the oneshots on ff.net.

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Fever

Small, intricate kisses of snow fell from the grey sky; bleak in appearance but birthing a truly wonderful spectacle of nature. The snowflakes floated down like an army but there was a gentleness to the way they touched the Earth; graceful and unhindered.

Snow had fallen through the entirety of the night; blankets of white coated the city; roads and buildings adorning a thick layer of the stuff. Cars slowly drove around the near deserted roads with chunks of snow atop their roofs, waiting for it to fade and melt, rather than bothering to scrape it away themselves.

It had been a particularly bitter start to Winter in the confines of Jump city; the bite that accompanied the blustery gales was especially sharp. It was the type of sting that turned cheeks rosy, that caused warm skin to plummet in temperature and numbness to set in where tingles lingered, all in a matter of seconds.

The nights were the worst to endure; the freezing temperature would be static, hanging in the air like an unwanted presence and coming for those trying their hardest to avoid it. The winds were stronger and they carried a harsher sensation than the day time did; like icicles pricking the surface of skin, pain shooting all the way down to the toes.

But, despite the hazardous weather conditions, there were certain vigilantes who believed strongly in that heroes never stopped, even if snow and coldness seemingly blocked them.

Robin had taken the liberty of completing the nightly patrol for the previous evening; staying out in the city from midnight, all the way through to the early hours of the current day. He’d remained wrapped in his cape, evidently forgoing his thermal uniform, deciding it wasn’t going to be quite that cold at the start of November.

He shifted, throwing himself back and forth beneath the heavy covers that smothered his body, cocooning him in warmth that was not the kind that offered comfort and content. It was hot; sweltering and blistering like he could burst into flames at any given moment.

It felt like too much; an overwhelming sense of fire, building and flushing against his skin, from head to toe.

Thin layers of sweat could be felt on various points of his body and he felt sticky. He wanted to tear the covers off of him as well as wanting to remove everything on his body that he could. His uniform had long been discarded and he lay in bed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

However, even the thin material of his underwear felt as though it was getting too much to bare.

Robin attempted to hurl the covers off and onto the floor, but the minute he shifted and moved the sheets away, he shuddered and felt goosebumps speckle across his exposed skin. He shivered and tugged the covers back up and over his head.

His chest was heavy as he forced himself to breathe louder and more forcefully, something stopping him from hearing the rhythm as it normally flowed. His ears felt full and fuzziness clouded his thoughts, feeling woozy whenever he turned his head.

Robin could feel the bunged up annoyance in his nose; the telltale signs of a flu like illness.

Groaning to himself, he barked out a throaty cough and sank his face back into the comfort of his pillow, allowing his arms to flop out at his sides. One arm slipped off of the mattress completely and his fingers brushed against the carpet below him

The boy wonder was so exhausted, mentally and physically that he didn’t even hear the door swoosh open, nor did he hear the shuffling feet to signify someone entering his personal domain.

“Robin?”

He was groggy, not being too certain if he had actually heard anything at all. But, he could have sworn he heard a velvet smooth voice; one that was oh so familiar to him.

“Robin?”

Suddenly, his eyes cracked open just a touch, a headache beginning to bloom immediately after the first ray of mangled sunlight met his gaze. He opened his mouth and was confused when he didn’t receive a reply, only to realize moments later that he hadn’t actually uttered a single vocal word.

He felt her crouch beside his bed, the natural warmth that she radiated bathing his skin and whilst it wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t too comfortable either, given his current predicament.

Her jade eyes skimmed over his body, accessing him. Placing a hand on his back, she frowned and her brows knitted together in worry.

“Robin… are you well?”

He tried to mumble a reassurance, tried to make his voice sound like he hadn’t just gargled sandpaper.

If anything, Starfire became more concerned when he spoke, her fingers clenching against the material of the covers.

She turned her body towards him and peeled back the covers slightly, despite his protests, so that his bare, sweaty back was exposed.

Touching his back before trailing her fingers up his spine and neck, Starfire stroked his hair, trying her best to soothe her clearly sick boyfriend.

Through the haze of sleep and his new flu symptoms, Robin smiled to himself and hummed in appreciation for the gesture.

Her hand lifted and she pressed the back of it to his forehead and cheeks, “Oh, Robin…” she muttered, “I told you it would be foolish to do the patrol last night. Even I would have had trouble adjusting to that coldness.”

“... S’fine…” He mumbled, limply waving his hand in dismissal.

Starfire stood up and placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head at him, “It is not fine, Robin. You are sick.” She paused and strode towards the door, “I will return momentarily.”

He made a half hearted attempt at calling out for her but he just sounded muffled, with little of his voice actually singing through the air.

With a determined growl, he slowly turned over onto his back and propped himself up onto his elbows, trying his best to ignore the way his stomach lurched and his head spun.

Robin hunched forward as a series of coughs broke free from his mouth; a hacking, rough type of sound.

He coughed and sputtered before he took a shuddering breath to calm down, his shoulders heaving from the onslaught.

Sighing, Robin leaned his head back against the wall, his pillow now cushioning his lower back.

Admittedly, he felt better sitting upright; not much but it helped a fraction.

He sniffled, finding himself struggling to breathe; his head feeling plugged by the nasal constriction as he opted to breathe through his mouth.

Robin opened his eyes as much as he could manage, glaring at the pale ceiling above him as he tried to get his morning bearings.

Suddenly, his door slid open and Starfire floated through with a tray in her hands, filled up with an assortment of what he assumed would be remedies for his cold.

He cracked a smile, just for her; only for her when he felt so atrocious.

“Star… really, I’m fi-” Robin cut himself off as he sneezed, his whole body jerking forward at the force,

His girlfriend gave him a blank look that he knew she had picked up from Raven by the sheer disbelief written across her features.

“You are not fine, Robin.” She commented, clicking her tongue at him, “You are the clammy and your voice is croaky and you have the fever.”

“I’m a little hot but I don’t have a-”

Before he could finish, Starfire used one hand that was on the tray to pass him a thermometer, “We shall see. Open your mouth please.”

Robin blinked at her and sighed; he did feel awful but he didn’t want her worrying any more than she already appeared to be so he decided to let her nurse him.

And he would try not to enjoy it as best he could.

The boy wonder followed her with a cerulean gaze as she fussed, setting the tray down, fluffing the pillow behind his back as well as pressing a cooling pack to his forehead, gentle as ever.

Finally the device that he had beneath his tongue made several beeps, signifying it had reached the conclusion they were both waiting for.

Starfire plucked it from between his lips and narrowed her eyes at the number it read, “38.5 degrees.”

He swallowed and fidgeted under her concerned stare, “See? It’s not… that high…”

Her brows furrowed as she placed it on the tray, “It is higher than it should be, Richard.”

Ignoring the muzzy notion in his head, he grabbed her hand and stopped her from moving again, “Hey, stop, okay? I’m fine. It’s just a little cold is all. Raven’s healed me when I’ve been sick loads of times.”

Forest green collided with deep blue as she met his gaze, “I know but Raven will not be home until later today. She is out with Beast Boy and… I do not want you to worsen until she is back…”

Robin smiled before he began sniffling and gave into a small coughing fit.

Starfire was behind him in seconds, patting his back in an attempt to help in any way she could. He took comfort in the soft touch that grazed his skin, her palms offering help and love that he couldn’t deny.

“Please… I have made you an Earth soup that I have read is good for humans when they are sick.” Starfire murmured, getting up and cupping the bowl of soup.

She lifted it toward his face and his stomach rumbled at the smell of it; he assumed it was chicken but he was surprised that it smelt so divine.

“Cyborg helped me to prepare it…” She told him, shyly ducking her head,

He grinned despite his aching bones and muscles screaming at him not to, “It smells great…” Robin paused, “Well… from what I can smell.”

Starfire giggled and passed the broth to him. Robin took a deep breath, trying to glean some of the scent but failing to do so. He grabbed the spoon and carefully started eating it, the sensation of heat trickling down his throat and soothing the soreness.

“That helps?” She wondered,

He sighed and briefly closed his eyes, “It does, thank you.”

Robin saw the way her smile lit up her whole face at that answer and she sat up straight, pride swelling within her at making herself useful while he was not well.

He sniffled as he devoured the soup, only realizing he was so famished when he was halfway through the bowl. As he ate the very last of the soup, he took a deep breath and set the now empty bowl back on the tray beside him.

“You know… there’s something else which could really help me feel better…” Robin muttered, lacing his fingers with hers,

Starfire tilted her head at him, “Oh?”

“Well… kisses are often given to make loved ones feel better on Earth…”

She gave him a smirk, “Oh, is that so?”

“Uh huh…” He replied, forcing a puppy face as much as he could,

“I suppose…” She trailed off as she leaned across the space between them, placing a hand on the bed to support herself.

Starfire lifted her head and pressed her lips to his, melding them to his without so much as a stroke of effort; they fit together so well. His lips were cold but before long, there were sparks across the tender skin, leaving a burst of heat all over the nerve endings in them.

After a long moment, Starfire pulled back, winking at him and smirking before she took a seat on the edge of his bed once more,

“Happy?”

Robin grinned, sitting there with a dopey expression amidst his still unwell appearance, “Very... “ He paused and froze, “I… uh… I hope I won’t get you sick.”

Her silver tinkling laugh bounced around his bedroom and she waved her hand, “Do not fear, Robin… I cannot contract human viruses… even if I gave you a thousand kisses.”

“Hey, a thousand kisses sounds like a good type of remedy for this…” He smirked,

She blinked at her pale, poorly boyfriend and shook her head, bursting into laughter as he tugged her forward for more affection to which she happily obliged him.

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My Process

Since I’m starting a new WIP after finishing A Treasure Made of Death (For purchase here.) I have the unique opportunity to share with you my process as I write it.

For reference, I believe this method is called the Planster process, but if you’re normally a panster kind of writer who doesn’t plan at all, you might still find this helpful to think about.

So if you’re a newer writer just getting started, or if you just want to keep up with me and my WIP’s: Here’s how I generally write my novels:

First: I come up with an Idea.

This normally is just a basic thought like “A dude with a dragon that turns into a sword.” or something ridiculous like “A race of cat’s exploring the stars.” Both of which are actuall WIP’s that I’ve stalled for some reason or another.

My Idea page for The City In FreeFall, can be found here.

The finished product rarely looks similar to the idea page. Some elements will naturally transfer, but in general, this is only expected to be a note to yourself what kind of story you’re wanting to write.

Next: We’re going to do a little bit of worldbuilding.

Take some time to think about how long or short the story is going to be. Do you want your story to be super long? Will it be a short story?

Where is your ending point? When will the story stop? These are things you’re going to want to know before you begin the project.

The City In FreeFall, is going to be a collection of twenty (20) short stories that make up one full story.

Create a Character list: This list should be the minimum characters you’ll need to tell the story. These names don’t have to be set in stone. The purpose of this list is to find all the necessary character roles and have them filled.

So you’ll need your protagonist, his/her friends, the antagonist, and his/her allies, and any other character you’ll need to reach the ending point of your story.

The Character List for The City In FreeFall is as follows:

Protagonist: Sam Farsight, The Wingman

Brolly Barron: DinoHyde. A millionaire businessman by day, vigilante by night.

Randal "The Catcher" Dreg: FBI agent tasked with bringing in the vigilantes.

Commissioner Halbert: Leader of the local cops. Neutral force.

Filbert "The Rat" Warren: Dirty police captain. In league with petty villains.

Eugene Dippett: The Auditor, an ordinary paper pusher with a penchant for managing multiple criminal enterprises and hiding their paper trail.

Laney Jane: The love interest.

Victoria "Vicky" Barron: Brolly's younger sister.

Harla Troy: Community leader of a Homeless group.

Pastor Decklan: Leader of a Baptist church. Cultist by night.

Imam Shareed: Leader of a Muslim mosque, a suspected terrorist. (Actually, his alter boy equivalent is the terrorist, but he's using his Imam's name.)

Mr. Lawson: Brittish CEO edging in on Barron's company.

Silvia Lambert: A tec-expert who runs a legitimate computer repair shop. Ex-Hacker.

Bob: Sam's friend who knows his secret and helps him from time to time. Homeless.

The Dawson Family: A family of people that The Wingman saved several times. They sometimes let him stay in their apartment during the day.

Berry Dillmore: A train enthusiast. Operates a subway train.

The Pocketteer: A pickpocket who dabbles into higher crimes.

The Pulsar: A mercenary who stole a pair of wavelength manipulation gauntlets and switched careers to petty crook.

The Bullet: A petty crook turned mercenary after showing a talent for shooting people with a sniper rifle.

SeaBreeze: A mutated woman who pained aquacenisis when she was struck by a meteorite while surfing.

Tesla: A man obsessed with creating infinite electric power. Real name unknown, his illegal experiments often put the city at risk.

Judge Patterson: A justice of the peace who hates vigilantes with a passion.

Matt Brine: The local DA

Lovett & Blake: a law-firm employed by The Auditor to aid criminal activities.

Marvin Klien: A public defender in the service of The Auditor to clear smaller criminals without drawing suspicion to Lovett & Blake.

Sara Beckett: An honest public defender who hates vigilantes.

Martin Beckett: Sara's husband, an amateur vigilante named The Runner. Works at a bar.

Cutter: The leader of the BloodBlade gang in the city.

SmashStone: Leader of the SmashStone gang in the city. Mega strength.

Blane Cook: an international mercenary with a hobby of shooting birds, and vigilantes.

Harry Brigess: The Auditor's fixer. intermediary with the criminal heads of the city.

Adam Maddly: A common crook on his last chance. Has a family that's long since given up on him.

The Grenadier: A mercenary obsessed with explosions.

HotShot Lagoon: A part-time vigilante with a bow. Easily manipulated.

Marry Poole: A drug dealer.

Looks like a lot of people? It’s a big story. These are the minimum characters I’ll need to reach The End Point. Maybe, I’ll end up cutting a few characters, or combining a few. But it’s more likely I’ll end up adding more as the story progresses.

Typically bundled in the same package, the next step Chapters and Titles gives you a rough estimate of how your story is going to play out over the course of the writing.

So if your story is going to be ten chapters long, you fill out ten spaces and write in what plot beat goes into this point.

You can remove the Chapter titles at any point, especially if you’re writing a short story that is not large enough to justify full chapter titles.

Chapter and Title for The City In FreeFall:

The Day I died.

Tesla's Coil.

Terror and Terrorists.

The Manhunt and How I escaped.

The Mercenary

The Problems with HotShots

The Auditor

The Pulsar

Put a Pin In It.

The Wingman on Trial.

DinoHyde's secret.

Homeless.

The Church's Basement.

A Flightless Bird.

Tesla's Gun.

Saving the Life of Addam Maddly.

The Gang War Begins.

The War to End All Wars.

One Last Fire to Put Out.

The Day I'm Going to Die.

Again, These titles are to be considered as placeholders. If something better comes up while you’re writing, or if you decide to add an extra beat, you can change this master list on the go.

As I put more work into this WIP I’ll add more posts like this one. Let me know what you thought by liking, reblogging, and leaving a comment. This WIP will have an open Beta, meaning everyone will get a chance to read, comment, and leave criticism for each chapter of the First Draft as soon as I finish them.

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studentsofshield · 6 years

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A Hypothetical Mapping of Marv Wolfman’s Teen Titans Run Into Omnibuses

I tried to figure out what would be decent cutoff points for New Teen Titans omnibuses based on the size of the three new editions released/solicited. This also doubles as an abridged chronicle of the run.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 1 - already released DC Comics Presents 26, New Teen Titans Vol 1 1-20, Tales of the New Teen Titans 1-4 The big kickoff to one of the best superhero runs of all time. All Marv Wolfman and George Perez. Introduction of Cyborg, Starfire, Raven, Deathstroke, and more.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 2 - coming in February New Teen Titans Vol 1 21-40, Tales of the Teen Titans 41, Annual 1-2, Batman and the Outsiders 5 The main developments here are Brother Blood and Starfire's Tamaran connections. Terra and the Vigilante get introduced.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 3 - coming in July Tales of the Teen Titans 42-58, New Teen Titans Vol 2 1-9 The Judas Contract, shit goes to 11 for the Teen Titans, Terra, Deathstroke. Dick Grayson becomes Nightwing. Jericho is introduced as a new core member. The series gets so popular that it gets the Baxter treatment. Which means getting printed on nicer paper with less ads. Which came with a renumbering I guess. The opening of that volume seems to resolve Raven's plotline (which was also the genesis for the team in the first place). The Titans defeat her father and she disappears.

George Perez also ends his continuous run as penciler for the series with Vol 2 #5. Most of the major plots up to this point are resolved. These are the only solicited volumes right now. So this is actually a good jumping off point.

So what might come next?

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 4 New Teen Titans Vol 2 10-25, Annual 1-2, Teen Titans Spotlight 1-6, Omega Men 34-35 Classic DC artist Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez follows up Perez for a short stint. Kole is introduced. But then quickly killed alongside Aquagirl and Dove in the Crisis on Infinite Earths. Which will impact some Titans history for a while. Starfire is forced into a political wedding, which pushes away Dick. Roy Harper discovers he has a daughter with the villain Cheshire. Among all this chaos, Donna Troy tries to assemble mismatched pieces like Jason Todd to lead the Titans.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 5 New Teen Titans Vol 2 26-49, Annual 3-4, Infinity Inc 45 Eduardo Barreto is now the consistent artist on the book. The team finds Raven again and defeats Brother Blood again. They encounter the Wildebeest Society, which will factor heavily into the book as time goes on. An annoying kid named Danny Chase joins the team. They help out Dial H for Hero and Red Star.

Besides those JLGL issues and a few major plot points for characters, this chunk is a valley rather than a peak, but it’s not really bad. Wolfman has claimed in interviews that he was suffering from writer’s block for a few years. So there are some repetitive plots.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 6 New Titans 50-69, Annual 5-6, Batman 440-441, Secret Origins Annual 3 Eduardo Barreto is gone. But who better to replace him than the return of George Perez? The side effects of the Crisis are really starting to be felt across the DCU. First on the docket is to fix Donna Troy's continuity for the second time in the Who is Wonder Girl story. She becomes Troia. The next issue addresses some Titans West stuff. Then the Secret Origins Annual recaps and fixes the entire Titans continuity post-Crisis. Perez drops off from drawing the book and then from co-plotting. He's still writing Wonder Woman and gearing up for the War of the Gods crossover, so maybe he was too busy. Bat fans should recognize those issues as half of A Lonely Place of Dying, which handed the Robin mantle to Tim Drake.

Again, another stopping point. Perez is now 100% done with the Titans besides drawing the cover for the final issue of the series. The stability of the book is about to be all over the place too.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 7 New Titans 70-92, Annual 8, Team Titans 1-3, Deathstroke 14-16 Two huge controversial storylines here. Tom Grummett (Superboy, Robin) is now the artist, with a more cartoony but also 90s style. The original Titans Hunt featured the Wildbeest Society hunting the Titans. Spoilers for a 30 year old story, but Jericho is revealed to be leading them. His father (Deathstroke for the clueless) kills him and helps the Titans in the finale. Some D-listers like Red Star, Pantha, Phantasm, and Baby Wildebeest join the team. Raven and Cyborg are constantly changing. Titans Tower is destroyed. Then right after that insanity, a team of weird Titans from a future timeline appear. One of them seems to be the long dead Terra. They want to kill Donna Troy because allegedly her baby is basically the Anti-Christ. Turns out that's not true and these alternate future peeps just stick around for a while.

Depending on who you ask, Titans Hunt and Total Chaos are 90s trash or an exciting uptick in the history of the Titans with a blockbuster story and lots of status quo changes. However, past this point the book officially devolves into standard 1990s fare and loses a ton of focus.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 8 New Titans 93-114, Annual 9-10, Sell-Out Special, Showcase 94 11 The book is kind of shit now, but not absolute shit for some of this. A major editor left and Wolfman is running out of ideas. Roy Harper comes back and becomes Arsenal. Nightwing and Starfire get engaged, only for their wedding to be absolutely ruined by Raven. Tom Grummett leaves and is replaced by a very 90s nobody. Everyone you care about leaves the team at the end of this.

New Teen Titans Omnibus Vol 9 New Titans 0, 115-130, Annual 11, Deathstroke 48-49, Green Lantern Vol 3 65, Darkstars 32, 34, Damage 16 And we reach the end of the journey with the final volume. With a broken team and Zero Hour allowing for soft reboots, Arsenal assembles a new one. Featuring characters you like such as Donna Troy, Kyle Rayner, Impulse, Damage, and Terra (the fake one). Or at least you liked them if you were still reading comics in 1995 for some reason. That shitty 90s artist is even gone and replaced by someone tolerable. But it's totally lost the flavor that made the book so genius 10-15 years before. Fans were completely burned out from the direction and the industry at large, so the book was canceled.

My divisions are based mostly on natural cutoff points and also shooting for similar sized volumes. The three existing volumes all sit around that 24-27 issue mark.

So depending on what kind of Titans fan one is, the options would be 1-3, 1-6, 1-7, 1-8, or 1-9. It seems like each omnibus is about 3 trades, with some wiggle room.

Addendums:

Teen Titans Spotlight is a 21 issue spinoff series created so that Titans related characters could have solo stories that wouldn't work in the context of a team book. Wolfman only wrote 1-6, an arc about Starfire dealing with South African apartheid and a Jericho arc. No other issues are really integral to the main plots. So these are the only ones that make sense in these collections, if at all.

Other semi-significant Spotlight stories though: -7-8 - Hawk in the period after his brother's death but before Dawn Granger pops up -9 - Changeling (Beast Boy) doing some more reconnecting with his Doom Patrol past -10 - Aqualad, technically does continue from a main series plot, but who cares -13 - JMS' first comics work on a Cyborg vs Two-Face story -15 - picks up on some Tamaranian plots, but effectively a minor epilogue to the 80s Omega Men series -21 - a Silver Age throwback issue from Mark Evanier and Dan Spiegle

Team Titans is the book starring the alternate future characters that no one cares about besides Terra. First three issues are part of Total Chaos. The damn book somehow lasted 24 issues though. Wolfman was involved in the writing of the first half. There is really no reason to include those other 9 issues. And the series is totally pointless and bad.

New Titans ends in 1996. Also when Wolfman's other ongoing Titans work ends. That being Deathstroke Vol 1, which lasted 60 issues. Giving the Terminator his own book was majorly inspired by the success Marvel was having with the Punisher. The first 34 issues are all drawn by the same artist, Steve Erwin. Past issue 40, Slade is framed for murder and all kinds of DCU characters try and take him down. His daughter Rose is introduced here.

Just like the main Titans book, sales were lagging hard near the end. So they did some stupid thing where Slade literally walked out of an explosion a changed man. He was de-aged, had amnesia, a dumb new color scheme, and a new artist. It was stupid and didn't help sales.

DC has been reprinting this Deathstroke series alongside New Teen Titans. They're up to four volumes, getting to #25. The early half of this run is actually good and a decent companion piece to Titans. And obviously people are digging Rebirth Deathstroke now. Wolfman did a major plot with Batman before Christopher Priest. Avoid all N52 Deathstroke junk.

Marv Wolfman's Titans run is just over 15 years. A couple years short of Claremont's legendary X-Men run. Though Claremont also wrote and maneuvered around a wider line of closely related spinoffs. Claremont also maintained a higher average. Those first five years of NTT with Perez can rival the heights of Claremont though. Maybe blasphemous, but I find Perez more interesting than Byrne. Then there are occasional highs for another seven years or so.

For comparison, Claremont's complete original X-Men run sits at a similar 10 oversized hardcover volumes or so. Though they're a little larger on average. 1. UXM Vol 1 2. Vol 2 3. Vol 3 4. Eventual Vol 4 5. Mutant Massacre/uncollected gap 6. Fall of the Mutants 7. Inferno Prologue 8. Inferno 9. Claremont and Lee Vol 1 10. X-Tinction Agenda/Claremont and Lee Vol 2

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faegal04 · 7 years

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New Recruits

Summary: Set in Season 5 of Arrow. The old team has gone their separate ways except for Felicity. She knows that Oliver needs help in keeping Star City safe, the only problem is Oliver. Will a new recruit help Oliver begin to heal or will Oliver’s stubbornness sabotage his efforts to save his city.

Pairing/Characters: Oliver Queen x Reader, Felicity Smoak, Curtis Holt

Word Count: 1246

Warnings: some bad language, violence

A/N: This is my first Arrow one shot, if enough people are interested, I would love to do another part! Please be gentle :)

Felicity studied the information on the screens in front of her, out of all the ‘vigilantes’ that had popped up in Star City over the last year, the two displayed showed the most promise. Y/F/N Y/L/N, life long resident of The Glades, a girl whose mother worked two jobs to keep her kids fed and a roof over their heads after the father had been killed in a robbery gone wrong. Y/N had excelled in school, getting into med school with a scholarship. She dropped out when she discovered her family had died in the quake, returning to her roots. Felicity shook her head sadly, instead of lashing out against the Queen family though, she took to the streets to defend those weaker than the thugs who tried to take over.

“Curtis, what do you think you are doing?” Felicity chuckled at the sight of her former R & D developer attempting the salmon ladder that Oliver set up for training.

“This can’t be that hard, I’m an engineer, a bio-chemist and not to brag but I’m a genius,” Curtis replied. He placed the metal bar on one of the rungs above his head. He gripped the bar tightly, swinging his body once, twice, then suddenly he jerked the bar up bending his elbows he reached with the bar to place it on the next rung up. He swayed there for a second, before he attempted to go higher, missing the next set and landing on his back on the concrete floor.

“Curtis! Are you alright?” Felicity yelled.

“My pride is the only thing wounded,” Curtis gasped out. “How does he do this?”

“By using your core,” Oliver said walking into the lair. He reached a hand out to Curtis to pull him up from the floor, grabbing the metal bar at the same time. Without even removing his suit jacket, Oliver placed both hands on the bar and with a small jump placed it three rings above his head. He used his momentum to swing forward, bringing his knees up, he slipped the bar free and surged upward, quickly moving up the next three rungs.

“That is so hot..I mean not!” Felicity blushed, her eyes locked on Oliver’s body.

Curtis cocked his head, “No girl, you had it right the first time.” They both sighed when Oliver released his hold on the bar and dropped to the floor landing on both feet.

Oliver turned and smiled at them both, “Curtis, why are you so interested in the ladder?”

“Well, I want to join Team Arrow, Felicity said that you are looking for new recruits. I can handle my own in a fight, I’m a former Olympian and I want to make this city safe.”

Oliver glared at Felicity, “We are not recruiting! I told you to let this go. Thea and John will both be back.”

“Oliver, you can’t keep splitting time between keeping the streets safe and being mayor. As it stands already, Thea is running this city,” Felicity said. “Just take a look at this dossier. Y/F/N Y/L/N, aka Spitfire-she is a feisty thing. She would be a perfect addition to the team.”

“She’s untrained, it would be a mistake. I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on doing the job if she was there,” Oliver growled.

“She’s out there every night anyway! Stop being such a stubborn ass! She took on three gangbangers-Los Halcones, tonight, Ollie-and WON!” Felicity growled back.

Oliver looked shocked, “Show me!”

Felicity smiled, she knew she had his interest, she typed quickly on one of her keyboards, pulling up the grainy image of a woman, fighting hand to hand against three large guys. Oliver watched in silence, with a little more training she would be just as good as Thea or Sara he thought. “Where can I find her?”

“At this time of night, she’ll more than likely be around The Triangle. She keeps to that area on most nights,” she said. “So, I did good right? You’ll bring her on the team?”

Oliver grunted as he grabbed his bow, “Curtis if you’re serious, be at HIVE headquarters tomorrow at six p.m.”

Curtis looked on in shock then smiled at Felicity, “This is so exciting!”

Felicity rolled her eyes, “See if you feel the same way tomorrow, he may not shoot one of you,” she grinned.

“S-Shoot me? Like for real?” Curtis stammered.

“Let’s see he shot Roy in the leg, the other guy who we need to get a message to about tomorrow was also shot in the leg,” she replied.

Oliver stopped getting ready, “In my defense, I was only trying to slow Roy down, I didn’t want him to get in my way. As for the other guy-Rene, I think was his name, he got shot because he doesn’t listen!”

“Oh and I forgot you shot Barry in the back-twice!” Felicity grinned at her ex-fiancee.

“Well, Barry was cocky,” Oliver snorted.

“I’m beginning to see a pattern form,” Curtis murmured.

–

Oliver stayed in the shadows while watching the small size woman, patrol the area. He noted that she didn’t carry any weapons which would have to change, Oliver thought. He heard the shrill scream when she did, both of them running towards danger.

The woman slowed down as she got closer to where the scream came from and started to watch her surroundings, wanting to make sure that she wasn’t going to be jumped. She took in the sight before her-two burly Los Halcones were shoving a waitress between them, each of them laughing roughly. Spitfire as Felicity called her scanned the ground, she knew she would need a weapon at least in the beginning, she saw the long piece of rebar laying on the ground she stooped to pick it up. Quietly, she crept up on the back of the abandoned car, cleared her throat loudly, “Why don’t you pick on someone who fights back?”

“Bitch, you better get the hell out of here,” one of the men said angrily. He shoved the sobbing, screaming woman into his friend’s arms and charged towards the woman.

Oliver watched as the man got closer, he was wondering why she was still standing still. He tensed, drawing an arrow from his quiver placing it in the bow, he drew back ready to release it when the woman made her move. She took one step back as the man was almost on top of her, then she moved with an agility that made Oliver marvel.

She jumped up on the roof of the car, seconds before the man crashed into the trunk with a meaty fist clenched. She was only still for a moment before she gracefully launched herself into an aerial, landing to the side of one of the thugs. She swung the rebar and hit him right in the back, which dropped him to his knees. The other thug growled and shoved the woman away, “Run!”, the y/h/c woman yelled as this man charged.

Oliver stepped out of the shadows as he watched what he would later describe as a violent beautiful dance between this small spitfire and two large men. It only took minutes for both men to end up unconscious in front of her. Stepping closer, Oliver froze as she spun around, he held both hands out in peace.

Pressing against his vest, triggering the voice modulator Oliver spoke, “We need to talk.”

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roslinadama-sinequanon · 7 years

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Shockwave Pt.2

I have to start off by saying that had this been the actual series finale I would be rip-shit pissed at the lack of any connection between Sharon and Andy in this episode, and by the fact that Rusty was given three personal scenes as well as all his scenes at the LAPD. Why do we have to see so much more of Rusty than we do of Andy or Provenza? Both G.W and Tony have higher billing than Graham and both Andy and Provenza are far more interesting.

I have already posted my ire over the Gusty scenes in this episode so I will not rehash it…much. But suffice it to say, it pretty much sucked that in an episode that might have been the last time we got to spend time with these characters there were no personal connections, other than Rusty and Gus. Hard to believe this would have been the shows finale and the main couple didn’t have any moving or touching moments.

1. Chaos after the bomb goes off-I cut the writers some slack last week when we had a dumbfounded reaction from Andy because the guy was in shock. However, as the scene continued, I would have thought we might have gotten some kind of reaction. Even just Andy saying under his breath “Come on Sharon, where are you?” Something to show us that his gut is clenching with the realization that he might have lost the woman he loves. At least we did get the tiniest slump of relief when he saw and heard that everyone was okay.

2. Lack of any kind of emotion or relief between Sharon and Andy-Back at the LAPD there are Sharon and Andy questioning the sisters without having had any kind of connection between the two since the bombing. No one is expecting some big soap opera hug and tears, but a simple, “thank God you’re all right” from Andy, or Sharon walking off the elevator to see Andy standing there and giving him a reassuring smile and saying “I’m okay, really”. You know SOMETHING to show us that this is a couple who love each other and are worried about each other. It doesn’t have to be huge or overblown, sometimes simple is best. But we don’t even get that.

3. Winnie- Interesting. Guess Pope heard about what was going on with Winnie and no longer trusted her, making Fritz switch places with her. What a difference watching Fritz and Sharon working respectfully together, banging ideas off each other and listening and absorbing everything the team was throwing at them. They were all working together as one while when Winnie was around it was a completely adversarial interaction, with Winnie working against them rather than with them. I think it is pretty apparent why she didn’t get the job.

4. Andy has learned how to work it to get what he wants- Way back when, Andy would have gone to Sharon and demanded to be allowed back in the field. Now he is taking it slow, going up the chain of command. Provenza is his immediate supervisor so he talks to him first. Not to mention, who is going to be easier to convince, Provenza or Sharon who is not only worried about him as a member of her team but as the man she loves? Once he convinces Provenza, the two of them can offer a stronger case to Sharon.

3. Gusty scene 1-This is a side of Gus that is really quite unattractive. Rusty was trying to be reasonable--hard to believe I‘m actually defending Rusty. Gus‘s attitude of, because of you I’m not going to take the job, thanks a lot for ruining my life and making me stay here in my pathetic little job. I’ll make sure to remind you of everything you made me give up every day of your selfish life, is just so petty and unbecoming. Then telling Rusty he better get accepted to a law school in LA because if Rusty wants to stay in LA they are going to STAY in LA. WTF. Who the hell does he think he is? If any guy came at me with that, I’d kick him right to the curb. He has no right to tell Rusty where he can and cannot go to school. Honestly, I would look at that kind of controlling behavior as a red flag warning.

4.Sharon-Sharon always looks gorgeous, but she looked extra beautiful tonight. Her hair and make up were perfect and she was back to wearing fitted clothing again. No more baggy jackets.

5. The middle half hour-For what they thought was going to be a series finale, there was sure a lot of boring questioning going on for a long time. You would think if this was going to be it there would have been a lot more character interaction with it being the last time they would all be together.

6. “You found someone you can’t buy.” “Well you’d know more about that”--Aiden Reed is a prick and Gus is a prick for having discussed something that is so personal to Rusty with him. Sounds like Gus is pretty passive- aggressive, not saying anything to Rusty but whining and complaining to Aiden. I am not saying that Rusty isn’t selfish or that he isn’t needy or insecure at times, but just how is it being needy and childish to want to continue with his education and his internship before heading off to law school. This wasn’t about Rusty telling Gus he couldn’t go to Napa it was about Rusty saying he wasn’t ready to drop everything to go off to Napa with him. It was a mature, grown up decision.

7. Andy going after the killer-It was nice to get to see Andy have this moment. He didn’t just go off like some kind of vigilante. He did it the right way, making sure he had back up. Poor guy though, there he stood looking down on another bomb going off on Sharon. Love the way he smacked the killer on the side of the head with his gun in fury over what he had done but that he was also able to restrain himself from shooting him, though I loved his “I should have shot you.”

So why did Andy call Provenza, not Sharon? As some have said, he knew Ortiz was on the phone with Sharon so he would not be able to reach her. At least he did urgently ask about her. It was so cute how Provenza had his arm protectively over Sharon. I’ve always seen him as a sort of father figure or big brother to her and the way he handed the phone right to her after Andy asked about her. He knew Andy would need to hear for himself that she was okay. And of course, after all that happened she was more worried about him, “Andy what you are doing over there” LOL.

8. The Break Up-I’m glad Rusty told Gus he should go to Napa, though I don’t remember him ever saying Gus couldn’t go to Napa, Gus just decided not to go because Rusty said he wouldn’t go. As much of a jerk as Aiden was, Rusty was able to see through him just how unhappy Gus is in their relationship and how much he’d been hiding from Rusty. And Rusty obviously has not been very happy either. It sucks to be living with constant worry and jealousy when you don’t trust your partner--and now we can see that Rusty had real reason to be worried. As much as I liked Gus in the beginning I think the break up was a good idea. Neither is happy.

9. Commander Raydor! --The one really good scene in the whole episode. What a great moment. Mary played the hell of it. Her “Oh no” look at Fritz and her reluctance to follow him down the hall to the Asst. Chief’s office--so afraid she had gotten the job. Then her sheer delight and relief at finding out that Leo Mason got it and she was going to be able to keep the job she loves without any interference from Winnie Davis. Then when Mason calls her commander and gives her the stars, oh my, the tears welling in her eyes, the disbelief. She had been promised that title so long ago and to keep from being bitter about it she’d had to completely let go of the idea, so when it did happen it was a complete shock. I think Pope knows Sharon should have been made a commander a long time ago, and she was probably the one that should have been named Asst. Chief except that Mason is a commander while she is a captain so it would be strange to promote her over him. Also, I think Sharon was probably honest about being really happy in MC. Not to mention I think Sharon kind of scares Pope. She is smarter than he is and she does not back down to him. And she also sees him for who he really is. Therefore, he gets Mason as Asst. Chief and he does the right thing by Sharon finally making her a commander. And we get to be done with Winnie Davis.

So, about this possibly having been the final episode--- Duff said they had to change the ending when they heard they were renewed, so what did they change? I have a feeling that had they not been renewed Sharon would have been made Asst. Chief and Rusty might have gone off to Napa with Gus. I do wish he had gone off to Napa, then we could come back next season and focus on the interesting characters and Andy and Sharon might be given the chance to have a few conversations and romantic moments without being interrupted.

#sharon raydor #andy flynn #shandy #Major Crimes #shockwave 2

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tomhollandish · 7 years

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Peter: Kinesis

A/N: This is overdue. Long overdue. I’ve been working on this a while now, trying to get each part of it to work, and now it’s done. Happy New Year everyone.

Summary: In which Queens gains another hero, and Peter gains something else.

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 4,578

The walls of midtown flew by Peter Parker as he scrambled his way out of the school. From his back pocket he produced his mask, slipping in on over his head as the doors bust open, rattling on their hinges from his strength. He cursed, chucking his backpack into the nearest alley and took off his clothes, the signature red and blue already underneath. Along with his spider-sense wracking through his body, there were the sounds of screams erupting from the blocks that lay ahead.

Peter shot a few webs, swinging himself to a higher vantage point. There was dust blowing back from the scene of the crime, car alarms ring off, and even from here, Peter can see debris flying, indicating that this wasn’t an average robbery.

He was trying to get closer when something, much faster than his brain could register whizzed above him.

“WHOA,” Peter was literally cut off, hands flailing in the air as his web was severed, sending him into a free fall. He flicked his wrist towards the nearest building, perching atop a balcony. There was the smell of smoke, and the haze seemed to fill an entire two block radius.

Peter could hear sounds of static throughout the city, certain electronics on the fritz in all the smoke and rubble. And with the arc of lightning that cut his web, there could only have been one person behind it.

Before he could piece it all together, his danger warning flared again, making him jump. White hot lightning jumped like sparks, arcing to reach the wall crawler. Peter was fast, but he could still feel the heat singe the side of his suit, flesh burning as he tried to stay moving. “The faster I move, the less likely he is to hit me,”

“Oh, I do love that brain of yours, you insect!” Electro’s voice was smug, trying to fly after the wall crawler. Peter made a swing around a lamp post and kicked an unsuspecting Electro in the face, making him fall back.

“Actually, spiders are arachnids,” He corrected, smirking behind the mask. He used the few seconds he had to take in the devastation of the blocks around him. There was too much damage for Electro to just be shooting bolts of lightning at random things. Lights flickered, electronic billboards were fritzing out, and the sides of buildings had been completely blown out. It wasn’t until Peter noted the metal, street poles leaning, signs being pulled in Electro’s direction did he understand.

“Neat new trick you’ve got there,” Spidey remarked, noting that after his kick, Electro paid him no mind. “Hey what’s the matter? Tired of me already?” He swung around, trying to face the villain but there was a tug in his gut, much deeper than his normal spider sense. He immediately dropped to the ground before heat lapped at his back, flames erupting from the side of a building where a transformer was blown to bits.

More shouts filled the air and Spider-Man froze, looking back at the wreckage from the spot he was crouched in. Metal was still falling around the air and from the looks of it, the machine has exploded from the inside out. Electro was cackling, rising high above the air in front of Peter. His maniacal laugh was outlandish, but never the less frightening.

“It is a good trick little spider. It’s too bad you won’t be around to see anymore!” Hands poised to strike, Peter was too awestruck to move before the lightning would engulf him. The boy was fast, but he wasn’t faster than lightspeed. Looking up he tried to find a feasible escape route, when something behind Electro caught the boy’s eye.

It was a glimmer, almost like a tiny point of refracted light. For a second it twinkled and pulsed like a star, but then it expanded, into a flat disk of bright, almost purple light. It was placed above Electros head, and for a moment, Peter thought it was some effect from Electro’s power.

And then it hit the villain flat on the head.

He expected the disk to shatter on top of his head like glass, but instead it slammed him onto the asphalt right in front of the red and blue vigilante. Spider-Man jumped nearly a foot in the air, watching as the villain lay motionless in front of him.

“Hello? Earth-to-Electro?” he tapped the side of the man’s head, a groan escaping his lips. Peter gasped and shot a web to silence him, slinging two more to secure his hands to the ground. He then craned his neck high above him, catching sight of a cloaked figure descending to street level.

Once their feet touched the ground, Peter gave then a long hard stare. The dark purple cloak revealed almost nothing about the person; the hood covered well past their eyes, shielding their identity as a form of mask. There’s a huge jewel set in an emblem that rests where he thinks their chest would be, but other than that, no other connections form in Peter’s mind.

He blinks, thinking the stranger might be looking back at him from under the hood, but he doesn’t want to make the wrong assumption. He wants to make a quip, but before he can, a bubble of the same purplish light forms around Electro. He’s lifted off the ground, levitating beside the mysterious hero.

“I will make sure he is put away,” the figure speaks, and Peter is taken aback at the sound. It’s powerful; a sound that is both daunting and comforting, like the voice of a goddess. Her English is proper, much like Thor’s and it’s almost accented, in the weird way that all mystical beings are.

His Spider-sense isn’t what’s going off at the moment, it’s his heart beat. He’s nervous, unsure of what to tell the woman as she flies off, Electro secure in a bubble of light behind her. In the distance police sirens are wailing, coming closer and closer to the scene of the crime, and Peter splits, trying to rid his thoughts of the cloaked woman.

“And just what the hell was that?”

Tony Stark was pacing the living room in front of a bruised Peter, the wounds on his back being tended to by you, who tried very hard to focus on both men at the same time. Peter would notice your brows furrow as you flicked your eyes up to your father, before bringing them back down to the scrapes in front of you.

“Dad, can you just calm down for a second,” you gritted out behind Peter. “The news isn’t going anywhere, they’ve been playing it non-stop for hours,” you rolled your eyes, patting salve onto Peter’s burned side. There were raw red scars from the heat of Electro’s lightning, and the hero could see the worry in your eyes. He’d never been hurt quite like this before.

Tony probably hadn’t even noticed Peter’s injured state, what with being whipped up into a frenzy. His back was turned towards them, the footage of the fight from earlier that day playing on the national news. “And it seems there’s a new hero in town—does New York have room for a new caped crusader?”

“She has a goddamn cape!” the Billionaire shouted, stomping his foot on the ground like a child. “There’s only two men who can pull off a cape, and they live in this tower!”

“Technically, Thor lives in Asgard,” Peter laughed as Mr. Stark turned on you, brown eyes fixed in a menacing glare.

“Upstairs, Y/N. Now,” he hissed out, and you seemed considerably shocked. Closing the latches on the medical kit, Peter turned to see your pouting face, looking at your father in disbelief.

“Fine,” you eventually stated, crossing between Peter and your father, staring him down. The boy found it odd that you hadn’t given more a fight, but there wasn’t much time to think about that after the elevator door shut. The room was quiet, save for the television, broadcasting the same moment over and over again.

Tony hummed, holding his elbow in his hand, stroking his chin in thought. “What was it like, Parker? Seeing him in action like that, taking down a villain without even showing his arms.”

“I think it was a girl,” Peter corrected, hopping down from his place on the counter top. Tony spun on his heels, creasing his brows.

“Really?” he spoke in almost a whisper, his eyes not entirely focused on Peter. Knowing that same gaze, the younger man shook his head, arms up in a placating gesture.

“Mr. Stark, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“You don’t think what’s a good idea, Parker? I haven’t even said anything yet,” the smirk that played across the inventor’s lips was one that spelled trouble; not just for him, but for all involved.

Peter had gotten used to Mr. Stark’s whims, often going along with what he said for fear the repercussions weren’t worth the fight. He’d often seen you deny his father what he wanted, but there was a level of trust and respect there that Peter hadn’t earned.

But now, after nearly two years answering Tony’s beck and call, becoming part of his team, and practically living here because of Y/N, he figured he might be in a position to remind Tony that messing with foreign entities was a horrible idea.

“We don’t know what she can do,” he responded, speaking warily and carefully, like he was stepping around a landmine. “We don’t know who’s side she’s on. We’ve seen plenty of people do good deeds and then turn on a dime. Before you even think of knocking on the door of a potential alien threat, let’s make sure she won’t kill us if we do.”

There was a silence that followed, but to Peter it was filled with his shallow breaths and loud heartbeat. His brow began to sweat the more Tony stayed silent, and the teen shut his eyes when Tony started to approach him. It was only when a hand lay clasped on his shoulder did Peter open them, seeing a genuine smile gracing the billionaire’s features.

“That’s some pretty sound advice there, Spider-Boy,” Tony teased, making peter gulp. “Wonder where you learned to make such good decisions.”

Peter wanted to laugh, but his insides were still panicking, waiting until the hand was gone before his shoulders relaxed. “Tell you what, kid. You keep letting her run into you and maybe, just maybe we’ll have enough intel to make a call. Sound like a plan?”

“What, you want me to spy on her?” the boy cocked his head, unsure of what Mr. Stark wanted.

“I want you to make her trust you. Do whatever you think is necessary to gain some background knowledge on her. Who knows, we just might have to make a silver bullet for her, just like we did Banner,” Tony muses, and Peter grows a little pale. He wanted to step out of the billionaire’s grip, but Tony’s hand is like a metal clamp that squeezes tighter and tighter the more he fidgets.

“Peter I know you’re doubting me right now. Everyone does at some point. But you have to believe me when I say that I want not only the best for this team, but the best for the only world I can change. Does that make sense?” Tony’s brown eyes were pleading, a shade of humility and compassion Peter hadn’t seen up close. Perhaps this was the twinkle in Mr. Stark’s eyes that made him say yes to Germany all those years ago.

Peter felt his chest heave, but he didn’t remember saying yes. There was a nod from Tony, and then a wink as he took his hand off of Peter and resumed his stance in front of the T.V, stroking his chin in deep thought. He thought he’d heard the man mumble “I’ll figure you out soon enough.”

The following day was normal; as normal as a life being Spider-Man could get.

His villains were standard—robbers and thieves who obviously knew they’d be up against the crime fighting spider, for they held a few tricks up their sleeve.

“Hey, buddy!” Peter yelled, dropping on top of their getaway van with ease, knocking on the driver’s window. “The speed limit here is only thirty-five, you might need to slow down!” He was met with bullets, flipping out of range and back onto the hood of the car. He swung off and landed in front of the car, shooting webs between the two light posts perpendicular to the car. At the speed it was going he only had a few seconds to create a web strong enough to hold back tons of force, or else he’d be sent flying through some skyscrapers.

“C’mon, C’mon,” he jittered, thickening the webs as much as he could. The moment he looked up the headlights were right in front of him, car hurtling at an even faster speed that he wasn’t sure his webs could hold. For a split second there was a shuddering current of fear that passed through Peter, and the next second his stomach bottomed out.

“What the-??” He almost cursed, insides churning at a sudden weightless feeling. He was kneeling down on something purple and solid, but he could see straight through it, the van in pursuit below him. He tapped his finger against the barrier, the surface hard and reflective like glass. It was only then did Peter have the sense to look up, noticing the billowing cloak beside him.

“You have permission to get back down anytime you like,” she said, and Peter swore from under the hood he could see a smile. With her cloak pulled back he could see her costume; a leotard and tights combination that he was certain only worked in comics and cartoons, but the woman didn’t seem to have a scratch on her. The more he studied her, the more he found her familiar.

She seemed to catch his stare, turning her head to meet him and Peter’s nerves flared, choosing to look back down at the chase. A slew of police cars were speeding after the van, and from the passenger’s window something came tumbling out.

“Wait!” Peter screamed, noting the small hand grenade that was tumbling among the police cars. Suddenly they stopped, the cars passing them and the woman stalled.

They were hovering for a split second before she seemed to catch sight of what Peter was yelling about. She turned to him, and with a rushed voice said, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes!” there was no hesitation in his answer, just a loud and clear response before she dropped the barrier. Peter landed on the hood of a police car with grace, watching as the floating figure loomed above the street. Her hands had caught the grenade in a purple bubble, the device exploding within its parameters and before collapsing into nothing.

Peter could only stare, impressed beyond measures before she had caught up to the chase. “Do you want me to help?” she inquired as she pointed to the van, plowing passed lanes of traffic as it sped away. Peter felt frazzled, his nerves on overdrive as news choppers flew overhead, cameras pointed down at the heroes as they whizzed by.

“Can you make a disc, like you did earlier?” he questioned, and in a matter of seconds the girl was pulling Peter onto the platform.

“What’s your plan?” she spoke, speeding up to catch the van.

“I need you to get me way in front of them, and make sure they only go in a straight line. Can you do that?”

“I’ll manage,” she said, before grabbing his hand tightly. “Be careful, this is going to get difficult.”

He didn’t have time to ask what she meant. Her hands closed around his wrist like a vice, and then they were flying; gravity defying flips and turns to avoid the debris that went flying. Peter had felt this feeling before on his own, but her tricks were almost scary without the safety of his webs.

She slowed down before dropping them safely on the ground. Peter set to work on his massive web, while his partner stepped forward. Just as the getaway car swerved to turn, she shot out her hands, creating a wall of purple light. The car veers left, noting the barrier on both sides.

Peter looked up with a grin, but it fades as he notices the girl’s arms shaking, her fingers crooked and strained as she keeps the walls of light. The robbers have slammed the breaks, trying to stop before they reach the spider’s trap, but it’s no use. The car screeched forward, and seconds before she would have gotten hit, the cloaked women fell out of the way, hitting the pavement before Peter can react.

Several things happen all at once: the van sticks to the webbed wall, the volley of police cars wail into existence, all of them curbing to stop before they create pile up. A wave of police officers swarm the scene, apprehending the criminals and shaking hands with Spider-Man. As Peter tries to wade through them, they turn to the spot he’s fixated on, the spot where a woman in a purple cloak should be, but instead its bare, as if no one had ever been there.

“You let her go again?”

Y/N is surprisingly absent from the tower, the only person Peter wanted to see, and the only person who would be able to tone down the glare on Tony’s face. Steve and Natasha, who are surprisingly present, have their arms crossed as they stand on either side of the fuming billionaire. Noticing their expressions, Peter pouts.

“Don’t tell me you’re on his side of this!” Peter says, sulking even lower in his chair. Steve can only sigh, taking in Peter’s cut arms and bruised cheek.

“Take it easy kid, we’re not on anyone’s sides. We’re just analyzing the fight,” he explained, laying a hand on Peter’s shoulder. The boy blinks, looking between the captain and the screens behind him.

“What do you mean analyze. Were you watching me?”

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but Nat beat him to the punch. “We were, and we still are. The fights’ been filmed and we’re playing it on a loop right now.” The assassin is chewing gum idly, as if Peter’s bewildered face means nothing. Her pink lips curve into a smirk. “Wanna see how you did?”

“No, I don’t. I was there,” Peter replied, his mood sourer than before.

“No need to be pouty, you did pretty well. I mean, the little that you did, it was pretty good,” Natasha teased, blowing a bubble as Steve shot her a look. “What?”

“What she means is,” Steve interjected, surveying everyone’s faces. “Is that this…person has shown a wide variety of powers that are amazing.” The blonde man looked back to the screen Tony couldn’t look away from, being pulled in to a similar trance the longer he stared. “And with that kind of power,”

“Comes responsibility,” Peter finished, effectively gaining three pairs of eyes. Steve’s widened eyes became normal again as he smiled fondly, his shock at Peter’s burst of wisdom wearing off.

“You got it kid,” he said, ruffling the web slinger’s hair as he exited the room, not even sparking a glance backwards. Nat followed, smirking at Peter, but with softer eyes that conveyed affection. The door stayed open as they left, giving Peter the impression that they were eavesdropping.

“Oh, they’re still in the hallway,” Tony confirmed, winking as he turned to face the younger man. “Keeping an eye on me, making sure I don’t come up with anymore crazy plans.” He said this with a type of cynicism that came off as resentment, but Peter didn’t point this out. “They’re also wondering if I’m going to tell you what I think. They don’t believe you should know.”

“Know what?” There was no curiosity in his voice, just a leery tone that makes him edge back into his seat. Tony eyes are sharp, cutting across the room to Peter with deadly precision.

“They—we—think that little miss Kinesis might have gotten her power the same way Wanda did; Loki’s staff.”

The hard truth should have bothered Peter more than the nickname. “Kinesis?” he wondered aloud, making Tony’s serious nature deflate just a hair.

“You’re killing me kid, stay focused,” he snapped, although there was more mirth in his eyes than had been there before. “I came up with that, by the way. Banner came up with ‘Ultraviolet’ and Vision, surprisingly, came up with ‘Prism’. I think he wants someone with a name like his, but not everyone can pull that off.”

“Okay wait,” Peter thought, a little annoyed that he’d gotten Tony so off track. “Didn’t Wanda and Vision get their powers from the same place? And aren’t they on our side?”

“They are now, but Wanda wasn’t always,” Tony grimaced, looking at the floor as his feet shuffled. “But the most concerning part of this theory is that Loki probably didn’t do this himself.”

“But why would he give power to a human?” Peter was simply thinking out loud now, running through every possibility in his head. “Wouldn’t it be more likely that she’s like him? An Asgardian?”

“Ah, but see, that’s even worse,” Tony pressed, his pointer finger poking into the table. “Loki isn’t actually an Asgardian; he’s a frost giant. His magic is not the same as Thor’s. But that’s neither here nor there, considering Loki’s powers on his own only include shape shifting and being really sweaty on earth,” Tony shrugged, now sitting in a chair. “But the staff however, had something else inside.”

“Something with the ability to give people powers. Something Wanda got from H.Y.D.R.A,” his words died after that, a shuddering feeling working its way down his body. Frightened, he looked up at Tony, who wore a mask, lips in a thin straight line as he nodded.

“Another agent to topple empires,” he said in a whisper, as if Steve really was listening outside. Then Tony dramatically cleared his throat, standing to full height. “But, these are only theories.”

Peter still sat in silence, the hypotheses running rampant in his mind. He looked to the screen behind Tony, watching as Kinesis fled the scene, disappearing into thin air. Every theory seemed wrong, even in a world full of power stones and frost giants. The avengers judged everything she did, but Peter couldn’t. He saw her help him, twice. He needed to know why.

“I won’t walk away with nothing next time,” Peter spoke, making Tony pause in the door frame. He looked back at the young avenger, face turned toward the screen and his back hunched in intrigue. There were no more words exchanged as Tony closed the door, shutting Peter in the room, alone.

Nightly watches were Peter’s least favorite part of his job.

They were almost unjustified, considering that from his apartment in Queens, Peter could feel danger almost as well as he could out here. The night was freezing as November rapidly came to a close. He sat atop a building, pacing to keep warm.

The city was a cacophony, sounds meshing together and finishing each other’s trains of thought. Smoke rose high into the sky and lights flickered in and out of existence. The more Peter focused, the less he felt, slipping into a trance as the city hummed under his feet.

He sighed, content. Being a hero in his city beat being an Avenger any day.

Queens had just a grip on him that his danger sense didn’t warn him about the figure floating next to him. It was only when your feet landed (with no caution, to his benefit) did Peter return to the world of the living.

He looked over at her, his heart still beating twice it’s normal pace. Her hands poked out from underneath her, pulling the cloak closer inward for warmth. “I did not mean to scare you.”

Her voice alone was eerie, but Peter didn’t mention that. “I know,” was all he could say back.

“I was wondering if you would like company,” her voice was not at all bashful. Instead when Peter balked at her, she stepped closer to him. “It must be boring and lonely at times up here.”

Her noted her slight change in tone this time around; still powerful, but quieter, as though the gravity of the situation was different between the two statements.

Peter took her offer into consideration. On the one hand, they could hit it off with jokes and laughter, bonding over what, Peter couldn’t fathom. But on the other hand, he could agree and shake hands, only for her to stab him in the back (and hand).

He weighed them both, watching her closely as she stood patiently (too patiently?) for his answer.

“Company is much appreciated,” he told her at last, wanting to at least shake on it, but instead turning back forward. The two of them stood side by side in silence, watching the bustling city below them. Every now and then Peter would cut a glance at her, eyeing her movements with narrowed eyes she couldn’t see.

“What should I call you?” he blurted, not even moving his head to look at her. Peter’s face erupted in heat, an interesting feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach—like butterflies moshing together, their wings beating around and making him breathless.

“What do you want me to be?” She sounded vulnerable, human. Peter looked at her.

“Kinesis,” he said without thinking, before stuttering. “That is, if you don’t have a name already.”

“Kinesis?” she asked, cocking her head with confusion. “I do not follow.”

“No, it’s…a name. You don’t have to choose Kinesis, you could choose…Prism! Or, or Ultraviolet!” He was grasping at straws, trying to explain his mistake to her.

“I meant, what do you want me to be to you,” the way she emphasized you made the butterflies in Peter’s stomach freeze, along with his brain. “A sidekick, a partner,”

“A friend.”

Both of them understood the weight of Peter’s words as they hung there, the two heroes facing each other. After that moment, Kinesis took her hands and pulled down her hood, showing for the first time, a smile.

With the moon at her back, certain features were lost, but the ones that remained transfixed him. Decidedly dark green hair swirled around her shoulders in curls, framing her face. Bangs covered her forehead, but between her eyes rested a jewel, a downward facing crescent of gold. Piercing eyes looked back at him, a color he could not quite decide. She stepped forward again, hand extended for him to shake.

“Alright, Spider-Man. I will try my best.”

In her lowered voice, smiling with more than her mouth, a familiar feeling tugged at Peter, one he didn’t want to place. He had forgotten entirely his promise to Tony, and the theories of her origin. He took her hand, the tips of her fingers cold from the November air, but her palms warm. Taking in the moment, Peter finally grinned back, his excitement apparent in his voice.

“Kinesis, I have a felling this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

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sengoku1 · 6 years

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William Kerns’ Movie Marquee — 5 films open in Lubbock movie theaters

MOVIES OPENING FRIDAY

7 Days In Entebbe

Israeli soldiers embark on a mission to rescue more than 240 hostages from an airport in Entebbe, Uganda, in the summer of 1976.

PG-13: Violence, thematic material, drug use, smoking and language — Premiere Cinemas.

A Fantastic Woman

Sebastian Lelio’s “A Fantastic Woman” made history twice when it won the Academy Award on March 4 for Best Foreign Language Film. It was the first Oscar win for a film from Chile, and the first Oscar win for a movie with a transgender character in the leadThe movie focuses on waitress and singer Marina, portrayed by transgender actress Daniela Vega, fighting for her dignity while grieving after her boyfriend Orlando (Francisco Reyes) dies, apparently from a brain aneurysm. Marina is viewed with suspicion by a detective, doctors and even Orlando’s family, the latter forbidding her from attending the wake or funeral.

R: Language, sexual content, nudity and disturbing assault — Alamo Drafthouse.

I Can Only Imagine

Based on the incredible true-life story that inspired the beloved, chart-topping song, “I Can Only Imagine” is a song that brings ultimate hope to so many. Amazingly, the song was written in mere minutes by MercyMe lead singer Bart Millard. In reality, those lyrics took a lifetime to craft.

PG: Thematic elements including violence — Tinseltown 17, Movies 16 and Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

Love, Simon

Everyone deserves a great love story, but for 17-year-old Simon Spier, it’s a little more complicated. He hasn’t told his family or friends that he’s gay, and he doesn’t know the identity of the anonymous classmate that he’s fallen for online. Resolving both issues proves hilarious, terrifying and life-changing.

PG-13: Thematic elements, sexual references, language and teen partying — Premiere Cinemas, Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 and Movies 16.

Tomb Raider (3-D/2-D)

Still based on the 2013 video game of the same name. Alicia Vikander now stars as Lara Croft, the fiercely independent daughter of an eccentric adventurer who vanished years earlier. Hoping to solve the mystery of her father’s disappearance, Croft embarks on a perilous journey to his last-known destination: a fabled tomb on a mythical island off the coast of Japan. The stakes couldn’t be higher as Lara must rely on her sharp mind, blind faith and stubborn spirit to venture into the unknown.

PG-13: Thematic elements and violent images — Premiere Cinemas (includes IMAX), Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 (includes XD) and Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

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12 Strong

Kerns rating: Three and one-half stars

Danish director Nicolai Guglsig’s movie is an entertaining tale about little-known horse soldiers, the first American military allowed to take the fight to the Taliban and al-Qaida allies in Afghanistan weeks after the 9/11/2001 attack. The story captures Americans’ reaction. Based on declassified accounts and Doug Stanton’s 2009 book “The Horse Soldiers,” the film focuses on the Fifth Special Forces Group and Captain Nelson (Chris Hemsworth) who, though inexperienced in war, pledged to bring everyone home alive. Guglsig focuses on Hemsworth, his initial lack of “killer eyes” and uneasy relationship with the Northern Alliance general (Abdul Rashid Dostum) whom he must befriend. Matters are helped by Nelson having been raised on a ranch and thus comfortable on horseback — because many battles must be waged while riding into battle, automatic weapons blazing.

R: War violence and language — Movies 16.

Annihilation

Kerns rating: Four stars

Alex Garland’s sci-fi drama “Annihilation” — admittedly not for everyone, and inspired by Jeff VanderMeer’s “Southern Reach Trilogy” — is helped mightily by an eerie original score and wildly innovative visual effects. Phrased in nostalgic terms, this film will blow a lot of minds. Audiences learn the military tried repeatedly to cross a colorful barrier within the United States, aptly called the Shimmer, in an attempt to discover how Area X beyond has been affected. Only one soldier, Kane, returned alive, if not mentally whole, from a possible environmental disaster zone. The military has five female scientists try next. Biologist and former soldier Lena, (Natalie Portman) wisely tells no one that Kane is her husband. Joining her: an anthropologist, psychologist, surveyor and linguist (Jennifer Jason Leigh, Tessa Thompson, Gina Rodriguez and Tuva Novotny). Not all will return. What they discover defies laws of nature. Don’t give too much away, although the film at times seems like one big spoiler. Can there be an alien, not necessarily extraterrestrial, wielding molecular change — and intruders possibly internally consumed? Time is an unspoken factor; the Shimmer is approaching cities as Area X expands daily. Good luck grasping it all. Garland’s “Ex Machina” may be the better film, but I can’t wait to see what he does next.

R: Violence, bloody images, language and sexuality — Premiere Cinemas and Tinseltown 17.

Black Panther (3-D/2-D)

Kerns rating: Four and one-half stars

The intelligent script conjures thought and questions. Directing only his third film, Ryan Coogler makes stunning decisions. Viewers will be awed when introduced to the apparent Third World African country of Wakanda, which resisted being colonized by all who might discover its source of Vibranium, which has been used used to secretly transform Wakanda into the world’s most advanced culture and civilization. Art direction, costumes and music are perfectly realized, as is the manner in which the nation’s women play vital roles. As Chadwick Boseman returns home for his own inauguration, he reunites with Lupita Nyong’o, one of Wakanda’s many spies, and soon is advised by Danai Gurira, who leads the country’s security forces. Stealing scenes is charismatic and funny newcomer Letitia Wright as T’Challa’s half sister. She also is Wakanda’s James Bond-ish Q,CQ a courageous technical genius providing equal numbers of gadgets and one-liners.

PG-13: Action violence, and rude gesture — Premiere Cinemas, Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 and the Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

Death Wish

Kerns rating: Two stars

The first “Death Wish” iturned around Charles Bronson’s career, to the point that he was still making “Death Wish” sequels in his 70s. There was no call for a remake, even with a better performance from Bruce Willis as pacifist turned modern day vigilante Paul Kersey. His wife and college-age daughter (Camila Morrone) are attacked in their home in a robbery gone bad. His wife is killed; his daughter survives, and Kersey happens upon an unregistered gun and walks the streets, looking for hoodlums to shoot.

R: Vloody violence, and language — Premiere Cinemas, Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 and Movies 16.

Every Day

Angourie Rice stars as a shy, 16-year-old girl named Rhiannon, who falls in love with a traveling soul named “A,” who wakes up every morning in a different body, living a different life each day.

PG-13: Thematic content, language, teem drinking and suggestive material — Premiere Cinemas.

Ferdinand (3-D/2-D)

Kerns rating: Three stars

Hardly Pixar-level storytelling. Director Carlos Saldanha could not resist placing a bull in a china shop, with predictable results. Yet it remains an amusing tale, a loyal adaptation of 1936 children’s book “The Story of Ferdinand,” written by Munro Leaf and illustrated by Robert Lawson, a story not seen on screen since the Disney cartoon in 1938. Ferdinand — ironically voiced by wrestler-turned-actor John Cena — is bullied as a youngster for preferring to smell flowers. He finds true happiness when he escapes and is rescued by the owner of a flower plantation and his daughter. Naturally, Ferdinand grows (and grows) and is mistaken for a prime opponent by an undefeated matador.

PG: Rude humor, action and thematic elements — Tinseltown 17.

Fifty Shades Freed

The final installment of a film trilogy adapted from novels by British author E.L. James. Billionaire entrepreneur Christian Grey (Jamie Dornan) and Anastasia Steele (Dakota Johnson) are a couple finding happiness with a BDSM sexual relationship.

R: Erotic sexual content, graphic nudity and language — Premiere Cinemas.

Forever My Girl

Liam Page (played by Alex Roe) left sweetheart Josie Preston (Jessica Rothe) at the altar. He ran away for a shot at fame. Josie tries her best to keep Liam at a distance, but life has one more surprise awaiting him.

PG: Thematic elements including drinking, and language — Tinseltown 17.

Game Night

Kerns rating: Two and one-half stars

Comedy is still, as they say, hard. Happily, co-stars Rachel McAdams and Jason Bateman shine as married and mutually competitive game nerds who share legitimate charisma and inspire smiles. They play Annie and Max, whose couples game night is one-upped when Max’s richer, more popular brother Brooks (Kyle Chandler) calls on a local company called Murder We Wrote to host a party in which guests try to win by solving a realistic murder mystery. Naturally, for the few who missed the trailer, fake thugs and federal agents are replaced by dangerously real crooks.

R: Language, sexual references and violence — Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 and Movies 16.

The Greatest Showman

Kerns rating: Three stars

Hugh Jackman impresses in his dream role of P.T. Barnum, but the storytelling is shallow. A few songs are memorable (such as “This Is Me”), yet there is precious little story exposition between them. Deserving applause is choreography by Ashley Wallen, revealing fantastic rapport with director Michael Gracey. Jackman and Efron are musical veterans, and it shows. Michelle Williams is tragically underused as Charity Barnum, who is aware when her husband is captivated by Swedish performer Jenny Lind. Social statements blend into entertainment and, by the end, good gosh, even elephants seem to appear out of nowhere.

PG: Thematic elements, including brawl — Premiere Cinemas and Movies 16.

Gringo

Harold Soyinka (David Oyelowo) is an average businessman who works for a company that has developed a “Weed Pill,” medical marijuana that has been simplified to pill form. His bosses, Elaine (Charlize Theron) and Richard (Joel Edgerton), send him to Mexico to handle the marketing of the product. However, while out partying, he is kidnapped by a cartel — specifically one that holds a grudge against Harold’s bosses and their company. Richard hires a professional named Mitch (Sharlto Copley) to safely remove Harold from harm’s way, but Mitch and Harold end up having to survive one outrageous situation after another.

R: Language, violence and sexual content — Premiere Cinemas and Tinseltown 17.

Hostiles

Kerns rating: Five stars

This 2017 drama from writer-director Scott Cooper, like Clint Eastwood’s “Unforgiven” in 1990, proves the western is not dead — while taking a darker approach examining characters on the edge, affected by lives of brutal violence. The main characters, U.S. Cavalry Capt. Joseph Blocker (Christian Bale) and Northern Cheyenne war chief Yellow Hawk (Wes Studi), developed bitter hatred for one another over years of bloody battles, until the latter was captured and incarcerated. The story opens in 1892. Blocker, nearing retirement, has finished a campaign against the Apache; yet Comanches continue to murder homesteaders for horses, recently a father and three children in merciless fashion. The mother (Rosamund Pike) survived by hiding, and emerges emotionally broken. Blocker is ordered to escort Yellow Hawk, who contracted cancer during seven years of confinement, and his family from a New Mexico fort to ancestral grasslands in Montana, by order of President Benjamin Harrison. Crossing paths with marauding Comanche, dangerous fur trappers and racist whites, their survival odds are slim. “Hostiles” is special, however, because of character arc and change; this western also deals openly with post traumatic stress. Bale is incredible as he questions his own humanity; he is heartbreaking during his “I had a friend” monologue, and dodges a racist tag when he calls black Buffalo Soldier Henry the best soldier he’s ever known … and may also mean best friend. Bale learned to speak Northern Cheyenne, which grants enhanced authenticity to conversations with the brilliantly subtle Studi. Pike is outstanding, as is Jonathan Majors as Henry and so many others in a drama working on varied levels.

R: Violence and language — Movies 16.

The Hurricane Heist

A rural Alabama town faces two problems. There’s a hurricane bearing down on the Gulf coastline, and there’s a team of 30 well-armed mercenaries intent on looting the local treasury facility.

PG-13: Gun violence, action, destruction, language and suggestive material — Premiere Cinemas, Tinseltown 17, Movies 16 and Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle (3-D/2-D)

Kerns rating: Three and one-half stars

Kudos to the writing, casting and performances — even considering CGI improvements since Robin Williams introduced “Jumanji” in 1995. The story opens a la “The Breakfast Club,” with high school detention again populated by types: skinny nerd Spencer (Alex Wolf); football jock Fridge (Ser’Darius Blain), pretty-turned-vain selfie-taker Bethany (Madison Iseman), and shy bookworm Martha (Morgan Turner). They find a game console (Jumanji), and barely hear African drums before being sucked into the game and transformed into adult avatars. The nerd becomes a smoldering, muscular adventurer (Dwayne Johnson), the jock is now a small whiner (Kevin Hart), a shy bookworm gives way to a Lara Croft-type (Karen Gillan), and sexy Bethany trades her body for that of middle-aged cartographer Jack Black. Adult avatars, however, maintain teenage personalities and fears. Kudos to director Jake Kasdan, who introduces CGI hippos, snakes and jaguars, but also one message about overcoming insecurities and another involving the four opposites working together if they are to survive. The ensemble work shines, despite Black stealing several scenes as he channels his much-too-believable inner Bethany. Still, one wishes the game’s villains were something more African than greedy explorer Bobby Cannavale and dozens of goons on motorcycles. Motorcycles? In the jungle? Really?

PG-13: Adventure action, suggestive content and language — Tinseltown 17, Movies 16 (through Monday) and Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

Maze Runner: The Death Cure

The final chapter of a trilogy. In director Wes Ball’s finale, Thomas (played by Dylan O’Brien) again leads his group of escaped Gladers. To save their friends, they break into the last city, a WCKD-controlled labyrinth that may turn out to be the deadliest maze of all. They must makes it out alive to find answers to questions they have been asking since they first arrived in the maze.

PG-13: Sci-fi violence and action, language, and some thematic elements — Movies 16.

Peter Rabbit (3-D/2-D)

Peter Rabbit, the mischievous and adventurous hero who captivated generations of readers, now stars in his own irreverent film comedy with attitude. Peter’s feud with farmer Thomas McGregor (Domhnall Gleeson) escalates to greater heights as they rival for the affection of Bea (Rose Byrne), a sweet animal lover living next door. James Corden provides the voice of Peter. Margot Robbie, Elizabeth Debicki and Daisy Ridley provide the voices of Peter’s triplet sisters: Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail. Inspired by author Beatrix Potter’s stories about the same characters.

PG: Rude humor and action — Premiere Cinemas and Tinseltown 17.

Red Sparrow

Francis Lawrence, who directed the last three “Hunger Games” films, reunites with Jennifer Lawrence, introduced as Bolshoi prima ballerina Dominika Egorova, who faces a bleak future after suffering a career-ending injury. She has no choice but to become a Russian spy and train at Sparrow School, a secret intelligence service training candidates to use their minds and bodies as weapons. Egorova emerges a dangerous Sparrow after completing sadistic training. Matthew Schoenaerts portrays her uncle Ivan, who knows the former dancer will do anything to help her emotionally vital but infirm mother Nina (Joely Richardson). Charlotte Rampling is the icy headmistress running the training school, and Jeremy Irons is Russian General Vladimir Korchnoi, who knows just how far a Sparrow like Dominika can be trusted. It appears that Lawrence’s Sparrow is being convinced by CIA agent Nate Nash (Joel Edgerton) to become a double agent.

R: Violence, torture, sexual content, language, and graphic nudity — Premiere Cinemas, Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17 and Movies 16.

The Shape of Water

Kerns rating: Five stars

Academy Award winner: Best Picture. Sally Hawkins is incredible as mute, lonely Eliza Esposito, who forges a relationship with an amphibian male imprisoned in the government lab that she helps clean each night. Bookend narration by Giles, This fairy tale blooms into a tragic romance influenced by the director’s affection for 1954′s “Creature from the Black Lagoon.” A Cold War rages against the Russians, inspiring sadistic Col. Strickland (Michael Shannon) to drag the amphibian (Doug Jones) from a South American river. Upon attacking his captor, the amphibian is kept in chains and tortured. Yet this becomes a story about love and language, as Eliza secretly uses eggs, sign language and music to communicate. Del Toro reveals his affection for horror films, government conspiracies and, surprise, dreamy 1930s musicals — all within an original romance where everyone colors outside the lines. Cinematographer Dan Lausten creates amazing images in a flooded apartment, and composer Alexandre Desplat delivers a romantic score that also earned an Oscar. Wonderful support arrives from Jenkins; Octavia Spencer as Eliza’s friend and interpreter; and even Michael Stuhlbarg as a Russian spy.

R: Sexual content, graphic nudity, violence and language — Movies 16.

The Strangers, Prey at Night

Kerns rating: Two stars

In 2008, writer-director Bryan Bertino explored apathetic violence via “The Strangers.” A decade later, more near-mute, masked home invaders are in a sequel, this time written by Bertino and directed by Johannes Roberts. At times, the story is a super low budget salute to John Carpenter’s early work, at least “Halloween” and “Christine,” except now there are three Michael Myers pursuing a terrified family through a deserted trailer park. The other option is a bored generation for whom murder is just a Friday night option. Why kill? Why not? But moviegoers are too familiar with killers handling a knife, ice pick or axe. This time, three sociopaths — call them Dollface, Pin-Up and Man in a Mask — butcher two seniors and learn from an answering machine that relatives are on the way. Mom (Christina Hendricks) and Dad (Martin Henderson) arrive with son Luke (Lewis Pullman) while on their way to deliver troubled daughter Kinsey (Bailee Madison) to boarding school. Soon, all are separated, cell phones destroyed. Roberts juggles ’80s music and tense silence to enhance a few jump-scares. In an effort to avoid predictability, he ventures into silly boogie-man territory. Gore levels are inconsistent but, to the filmmaker’s credit, his stars at least seem to enjoy the chase as much as the kills.

R: Horror violence and terror , and language — Premiere Cinemas, Tinseltown 17 and Movies 16.

Thoroughbreds

Two upper-class teenage girls in suburban Connecticut rekindle an unlikely friendship after years of growing apart. Together, they hatch a plan to solve both of their problems by killing the stepfather of one.

R: Disturbing behavior, bloody images, language, sexual references, and some drug content — Alamo Drafthouse.

A Wrinkle in Time (3-D/2-D)

Kerns rating: Two stars

This is just a bump in director Ava DuVernay’s career. She already proved her chops. “Selma” was Oscar-nominated for Best Picture, and DuVernay’s amazing documentary “13th” (on Netflix) emerged educational, challenging and important. The next step for anyone in her place was to say yes when Disney came calling with a bucket of cash and a challenging story, dominated by a visual effects budget and bad dialogue. Major filmmakers had shied away from popular book “A Wrinkle in Time” since the 1960s. Now we know why. The script finds young girl Meg (Storm Reid) and little brother Charles Wallace (Deric McCabe) grieving for their dad (Chris Pine, scientist), who disappeared four years ago. The children are encouraged to save their dad and the world by Reese Witherspoon as Mrs. Whatsit, Mindy Kaling as Mrs. Who and Oprah Winfrey as Mrs. Which. Skipping ahead (spoilers), Meg finds self-confidence and we were bound to be reminded about the power of love. Special effects and pop songs both border on lame. Adventures never becomes fun. I look forward to DuVernay being given another great script, or maybe an opportunity to write one. I guarantee, she will survive this wrinkle.

PG: Thematic elements and peril — Alamo Drafthouse, Tinseltown 17, Movies 16 (includes XD) and Stars & Stripes Drive-In.

Ratings, from one to five stars, and reviews are by A-J Media film critic William Kerns.

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