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Post by doc on Jul 13, 2010 12:26:46 GMT -5
Peter reaches the garage to find Steve Rogers dressed in blue jeans, a white buttoned-up shirt and brown bomber jacket putting on a blue motorcycle helmet. A large but modern Stark 3000-series heavy motorcycle is starting up. He tosses you a red helmet.
"Hop on, Peter."
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Post by HSummers on Jul 13, 2010 12:53:46 GMT -5
Peter quickly grabs the helmet out of the air and gets on the back of the motorcycle. "I'm on! I'm on!" Peter holds on for dear life (which is easy enough due to Adhesion).
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Post by doc on Jul 13, 2010 13:42:20 GMT -5
Steve rockets out of the garage , which you see leads to a sophisticated series of tunnels underneath the mansion grounds. You reach the street level through a concealed opening the parking garage of a nearby Stark Industries office building as you zoom out onto the crowded streets of Manhattan. Cap zips through the streets like its second nature at a speed you find baffling. You flash back to your college days when you used to ride your moped with Mary Jane, but that was a leisurely stroll next to this rocket run. Despite Cap's high-speed maneuvering, your Spider-Sense never goes off, although there's a few cases where you are absolutely sure it should have.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 13, 2010 19:04:45 GMT -5
"You are going so fast! Are you sure this is safe?" Peter asks while using his adhesion with one hand to cling on to Cap's jacket and the other holding on to the seat he's currently sitting on.
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Post by doc on Jul 13, 2010 19:08:32 GMT -5
"Sure. It's much easier to ride a motorcycle when you don't have to worry about artillery." Steve responds as you pull into a group of warehouses. You are then surprised to find that the one Rogers has pulled into is the exact address MJ had mentioned!
Cap pulls out a large artist's portfolio bag that he uses to conceal his shield. "We'll meet up later, use the communicard. I hope the place you're looking for is in here." He rushes into the studio building of the nearest warehouse.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 14, 2010 1:30:40 GMT -5
Peter looks surprised. "You are my new best friend Steve! Thanks for the ride!" He heads back out to the street to see if he can find a flower vendor anywhere before heading inside to meet MJ at her thing.
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Post by doc on Jul 14, 2010 17:58:57 GMT -5
Peter manages to part with $20 before getting anything resembling a decent flower. Walking into the studio, he can see it's decked out to look like a barbarian castle of some sort, with false stone walls and throw pillows and silk sheets thrown about to give it the look of some kind of royal court. Peeking around, you can see the sign saying "Arkon vs. Conan - Concept Shooting Day 3" . He tries to look a little deeper when he's pulled into a nearby change room and kissed by a very familiar pair of lips.
"Hello Tiger. I see you got my message." Mary Jane Watson-Parker smiles as she pulls back from you. You can see she's decked out in a bronze bikini with a few slips of fabric to for modesty's sake.
"What do you think? Should I take it home?" She raises a solitary eyebrow. "I just wish they'd let me audition for the Red Sonja part, but apparently that's going to Scarlett Johansson. Can you believe it? And she's not even a real redhead!" She pouts momentarily before taking your arm in hers. "Anyway, let me show you the set - you've time-travelled before, maybe you can verify it's authenicity."
Resting her head on your shoulder you begin walking around the set. It's when you get to the bank of cameras and computers that you see Steve. He's talking with a gaunt middle-aged man with thinning brown hair and a greasy goatee. Seeing Steve's face, you recognize the expression well - it's one you imagined you have when Robbie Robertson had to tell you that he couldn't take your photos.
As usual, Mary Jane gives you no time to reflect as she pulls you aside into an alcove. She doesn't look amused.
"Peter....that bodybuilder with the art bag arrived just a couple of minutes before you did." MJ's head sinks. "Who is it? Mysterio? The Chameleon? The Shocker? Kraven's long-lost third cousin twice removed? You...aren't going to have to fight him here, are you?"
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Post by HSummers on Jul 15, 2010 1:19:22 GMT -5
Being pulled around the set by MJ was nothing new to Peter. She was always excited about her roles. He kept looking for a good time to give her the flower that he bought for her, but she just wouldn't give him a second. To reassure her about Steve, he says "MJ. If he was a threat, the Spidey Sense would go off. Although, I'm starting to think that maybe YOU'VE got the real Spidey-Sense and I'm just stuck with a facsimile. Also, I gotcha something." Peter pulls the flower out from behind his back. "You look beautiful." He has a very large smile on his face. "And yes...that," Peter motions to her outfit, "should come home."
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Post by doc on Jul 15, 2010 23:31:45 GMT -5
MJ returns the smile as she sniff the flower, a look of serene calm on her face.
And then she gives you a light punch in the arm.
"Peter Benjamin Parker, you are dodging the question." She gives out a low laugh. "Face it tiger, I know you too well. So, are you going to tell me what's up with the mystery meathead or am I going to have work my charms on him to get the truth?" To emphasize her threat, she raises her arms and starts shaking her midsection.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 16, 2010 0:15:25 GMT -5
Peter tries to hide MJ's gyrations from the rest of the studio by standing in the way, no matter where she moves. "MJ! Cut it out! Let's just say... that I joined a very prestigious group today. And that guy is my new buddy. I'm sure you'll see us on the new together."
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Post by doc on Jul 16, 2010 0:17:10 GMT -5
MJ's eyes go wide as she stops, and she pulls Peter into an empty changeroom. "Peter? Do you have something you need to tell your wife? A big news sort of thing?" Her voice isn't worried, but there's an edge of...excitement.
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Post by HSummers on Jul 16, 2010 2:01:23 GMT -5
Peter reaches into his wallet and with a big grin pulls out:  |
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Post by doc on Jul 16, 2010 23:36:27 GMT -5
Mary Jane's eyes widen. " Oh...my...god...Peter!" She leaps to hug you. "I'm so proud of you! Oh my god!" She squeals with laughter. "That's so great! Does this mean I can meet them? Wait, is that guy an Avenger? Like Thor?"
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Post by HSummers on Jul 17, 2010 0:56:15 GMT -5
"MJ. I can't go blowing people's secret identities! Alright, alright, alright... That's Jarvis, the butler." Peter has a 'I hope this works' look on his face, giving away his bluff almost instantly.
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Post by doc on Jul 17, 2010 9:07:55 GMT -5
MJ just sighs in resignation. "Fine. Don't introduce me to your friends from your other job. They'll be payback." she gives a wry smirk as the two of you leave the changeroom and you can see Steve looking down at the ground and scratching his head, a look of clear dissappointment on his face.
Suddenly a wiry, bone thin figure with long dishwater blonde hair in designer bluejeans and a polo shirt walks up to MJ. "Hey! Ms. Watson-Parker! How's my darling today?"
"Oh, hi Kyle!" She hugs the man lightly. "Just about to take my lunch break. This is my husband, Peter. Pete, this is Kyle Mount, our soon-to-be movie producer."
Kyle takes a moment for recognition to dawn. "Wait. Parker? The Bugle photographer?"
MJ nods in response.
"Oh, MJ! Thank you thank you thank you! This is a godsend!"
"Kyle?"
"I'm two men down today and was afraid I was going to have to shut down the shoot!"
"Oh no!" MJ looks genuinely worried. This payday was going to be your way of finally getting an even keel on your debt load and your laughable credit rating. MJ worked hard to land this job, even knowing it would be a lot of work. "What happened?"
"You know Maury, right?"
"The Second unit photog? Great guy." She gives a sideways glance at you. "Always knows how to light me properly."
"Yeah, he's in the hospital after he got punched."
"And how did that happen?"
"He got caught between my Conan model and some UFC wannabe in a bistro in the Village this morning. Now I'm down a photographer and a star. Or at least a star, if your lesser half here has an opening in his schedule." He puts an arm gingerly on your shoulder. "What do you say? You've got a good eye, and at least you don't have to dodge costumed freaks. I just need you for the afternoon, and well..." He leans in to whisper. The money he's offering is five times what Jonah would pay for that much work!
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