9726/Post-Angel Recovery

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Post-Angel Recovery
Date of Scene: 20 January 2022
Location: King's Landing Scrap Yard, Brooklyn, NY
Synopsis: Spider-Man is consoled by Susan and Spinner...each in their own ways.
Cast of Characters: Peter Parker, Susan Sullivan, Comrade Spinner




Peter Parker has posed:
People react to encounters with the divine in different ways. Like Paul the Apostle when he encountered the risen Jesus on the road to Damascus. When Gabriel appeared to Mary with Good News.

When an angel with a flaming sword told Adam and Eve to shove off, Eden was closed to them forever.

Spider-Man is dealing with his own meeting with four cherubim who had tried to gun him down, and a Principality had threatened to smite him with the biggest mace he'd ever seen.
And then a major-league angel set off the Holy Tac-Nuke of Azreal and wiped out two city blocks...and, to his eternal shame, the woman he'd lost track of trying to fight these angels off. It was like...well, like Leah, all over again.

Which is why the third heavy bag, the one basically made of battleship steel, is still swaying while Spidey sits on the nearby bench...resetting the broken bones in his hands.

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan's feet drag on the ground as if something invisible is carrying her as she enters view. She looks quite tired. She gets her feet under herself to stand up as she sees one of her favorite people. She puts on a fairly convincing, non-chalant face. "Hey, Spider-Man," she says. She moves to him on her own two feet, though her clothes don't look like they're being pulled as strongly by gravity. She kneels down in front of Peter and holds out her hands. "May I help?" she quietly asks. She doesn't ask a lot of questions. It's clear that Peter's hands are in bad shape.

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     Spinner is traveling through brooklyn without a care in the world. He goes about his business simply attaching a bit of sting to the roof of a building before flinging himself full force off of one roof and onto the next before finally cutting clear his rope.

     He runs at the side of a building latching on his rope to the edge. His arms fling out to either side and he propels forward with arms flailing to either side.

     Missing the edge of the next roof he begins to tumble his way down towards the ground falling end over end. He falls and falls before reaching the end of his rope and rubber banding back up into the air. He tumbles again just barely missing the ground having perfectly calculated his cord length to make sure he wouldn't splat.

     As he finishes his impromptue bungee jumping session he slowly spins around on the spot catching sight of the other two individuals. He's dressed in a bright yellow adidas tracksuit with a yellow and purple spider-man mask covering his face. Atop his head is an ushanka and a pair of aviator shades that somehow have managed to stay perfectly in place in spite of his tumble down towards the ground.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey looks up to see Susan. Man, even tired, she's still worried about him. "Hang on...I could use the help I just need to..." Slight tug. Tiny crack. Little shiver, the kind that comes with waking old pain up again. "...set things right. For once."
Tug. Crack. Shudder.
The bench Susan and Spidey are sitting on are nearly dead-center in a scrap yard that looks somewhat...NEATER than you'd expect it to. Wrecks are stacked neatly, ground is free of glass and bits of sharp metal. There is an area where the ground has been evened out in front of the bench in the courtyard. Along one side, three heavy bags are arranged in a short line.
Upon Spinner's descent, he sees the sign. KING'S LANDING SCRAP YARD.
Spinner lands just after the last tiny crack as Spider-Man resets the bone. "Ouch...okay, now it won't heal wrong. I..." he looks up at the new arrival. "Ah...hello, Comrade."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan gingerly takes Spidey's hands through his gloves. She can feel the little irregularities in his grip that let him climb walls. She leans forward, her lips almost, but not quite, touching his hands. She exhales gently over his gloves, adding her life force to his own. It's not like that gives him Wolverine-type healing power, but it's clearly making SOME kind of difference. She repeats that with the other hand. Only then does she turn and look over her shoulder. "Hello," she says.

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     Spinner watches as the arm cracks and offers a low "Oooh that smarts." He flips round on the wire before snapping his connection and dropping down to the floor. He lowers down into a squat before grabbing out a small beer bottle from his back. He slams the cap off on the side of a nearby building before kicking back the contents into his mouth. "You need good doctor you look for this guy I know, Ivan, he's great doctor."

     He takes another deep swig of the contents of his bottle before walking over towards the two. "Good talent to have in an emergency."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey chuckles slightly. What Susan is doing is both speeding his own accelerated healing and dampening the pain. "I think I'll be fine. Spinner...I'd like you to meet Susan Sullivan, a good friend...and talented in many ways. Susan...meet Comrade Spinner. I'd say he was my counterpart from Russia...but I don't think I could look good in a ushanka hat and shades."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan looks up at Spider-Man and gives him a half-cocked smile. "You know I'm bias as hell," she says. "You'd look good with a paper bag." She goes back to breathing her qi into his hands. "I've never done this before. Is this helping at all?"

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     "Look good?" He pauses for a brief moment before striking a pose looking at his own muscles. "Bitch I'm fabulous." He smiles beneath his mask bounding lightly on the balls of his heels. "And not just any Comrade Spinner, Comrade Spinner, hero of Little Odessa." He strikes a firm pose on the spot. He speaks in a thick Russian accent that makes him barely understandable. It's clear just speaking a sentence with him that english is far from his first language.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods to Susan. "Yes. it's itching, but that means it's healing, and whatever you are doing are tickling my dopamine triggers without carpet-bombing them. I'm not enjoying it, but it's much easier to tolerate." He looked to Spinner. "And don't forget his immeasurable modesty."

He looks at Spinner for a long moment, then around him. "Well, Comrade...welcome to the best training center money CAN'T buy. I think I'm still a little too rough for the ten-ruble tour, but I can point out a few things. The three heavy bags? One on the left is normal. One in the middle is filled with lead shot. The one on the right is sheathed battleship steel. I know, I got it from a battleship."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan continues doing what she's doing. After a few more breaths, she wheezes a bit. She sucks in a breath and says, "Okay, I need to stop." She looks up at Spider-Man and admits, "I'm on whatever qi is being made by my body, right now, so I need a bit to build up my reserves." She rocks back on her feet and stands, turning to face the other spider...person. "You kind of strike me as opposites," she says to Peter, "rather than contemporaries."

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     "Modest, and humble." He smiles wide beneath his mask as looks over the bags for a long moment. "As someone who is living in back of car I can appreciate making the most of an abandoned location." He shrugs his shoulders down low before looking over the surroundings with a good deal of interest. "Oh oh did I mention how handsome I am too? Because I am also being most handsome." Then comes the statement about how the two are opposites. He pauses for a brief moment before holding his heart with his hand.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nodded. "He certainly has his own style, Susan." He looks beyond the walls to Manhattan Island beyond. The skyline has changed now. Too much destruction. "You picked a heck of a time to come to America, Comrade."

He glances to Susan, then tests the hand experimentally.

"I failed to protect someone yesterday."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan plants her hand on Spider-Man's head, palm flat, fingers spread, like she's palming his head like a basketball. "I hope you're not about to call yourself a failure," she nearly scolds, a bit motherly. "You're amazing, Spider-Man, but you're not omnipotent. I know you well enough to know you tried. You can't save everyone. Even Superman can't do that."

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     "We can't protect everyone but the ones we can?" He shrugs his shoulders down low for a brief moment before collecting in the surroundings. He looks off towards the distance before adding. "Those are the ones we should remember."

     "Now all that said at least you tried to save everyone, and that's better than me, I can barely save my drink from spilling half of the time." He looks back down towards Parker and Susan.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey looks down. He taps his head once with his recently-set hand. "I know that...here." But here...?" He taps his chest. "...I'm never going to be able to accept it. I was selfish once. Selfishness is a drug. It pushes everything out but yourself. You forget what is important. I OD'd on Selfish...to the point where I can't even THINK of getting near the stuff again."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan bends over and hugs Spider-Man. "You're not selfish. I don't like selfish guys." Giving the spider-fellow a squeeze, she moves to sit next to him, rubbing his back. She doesn't say anything further in that moment. At some point, he's got to accept the comfort of others. One cannot force-feed it.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey sighs heavily. "Something about this whole thing STINKS to high heaven. Joke. Ha ha. But seriously...this whole thing, angels coming down to kick off the end of the world. It's not supposed to happen like this. There are things that are supposed to happen and they haven't happened yet. And killing people, even children? No. Whatever all this is, God is NOT involved."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    "I've been avoiding it, for the most part," Susan admits. "I've been trying to save animals in the zoo, save nature, and as much as possible, keep the qi of the conjoined cities flowing. I can live anywhere, but I kind of don't want them to succeed in killing the city proper," she concludes.

Peter Parker has posed:
Spidey nods. "I've been doing what I can, to help refugees, to provide support...but I've also been going into the city. There are still people on the Island...and they still need help."

Comrade Spinner has posed:
     "I will be honest with you friends, I thought the world was going to end daays ago." He over stresses the word days dragging it out for a long moment before kicking back more of the contents of the bottle in his hand. "We held a party and everything then next thing you know life keeps going on the way it does." He pauses for a moment. "Starting to think this might just be a bunch of posers."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "You know...I think you hit the nail on the head. They call themselves angels, but are they ACTING like them? No. So the question is...who are they REALLY?" He looks back to Susan. "I've been thinking about going to that church where 'Michael' has set up shop. Get some kind of feel for him. Dig a little and see what comes out."

Susan Sullivan has posed:
    Susan shrugs. "I'm kind of muddied and fuzzy on my Christianity," Susan says, "but weren't demons supposed to be fallen angels? Can't Satan appear as an angel of light? I mean...if I had to guess who these guys were..."

Peter Parker has posed:
Spider-Man nods. "You'd be right. Go to church with my Aunt every Sunday. You'd be surprised how often I talk to God while I'm webslinging. You're right. Demons can look like angels. In fact, the person-with-wings is largely a Renaissance invention. So, yeah...this has the smell of a demonic long con." He sighed. "I think we might need to find a few experts that haven't headed for the proverbial hills."