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[codenamehazard]

.:Piss and Vinegar:.

Hey guys! This one was a doozy of a chapter to make, but I have completed it and I am very every excited to share it with you! Big shoutout to the lovely @rogueshadeaux for her help! Check her out, you won't regret it!

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Chapter 9: Piss and Vinegar

I sit inside one of the trailers of the convoy vehicle, pulling out an old recording device from my sling. I don’t know how many of these things I have made over the years, but it helps me sort out my thoughts, and right now, I have a lot of them. I hit record and begin to talk.

During the beginning leg of the trip from those damned cages, tensions were thick enough to cut with a knife. Not surprising, seeing as I was going to kill birdbrain number one and leave them short a member. As the trip rolled on, some of the tension relaxed, but not by much. Birdbrain number two shut himself up in the cabin of the vehicle. Not coming out even when it was his brother’s turn to drive. Heh. Looks like I put the fear of God into that pigeon and he’s not gonna mess with me anytime soon.

Kestrel locked herself in a different trailer, a good majority of that time was spent getting ripped into by Mako. I couldn’t help but to smirk at the memory of hearing the shouting, imagining the little bird looking like a sad little puppy while the shark tears her a new asshole. A small pang of sadness intrudes my thoughts as I think back to moments during the Quarantine when I had to dress down Zeke in a similar way because he almost got himself killed. Mako’s tone told me all I need to know. She genuinely does care about the dumbass. I shake my head to rid myself of the ache. No time for that now.

The only one of the four man team that had the balls to come up and actually talk to me was Pangolin. We had some small talk after an awkward silence. He filled me in about what the deal is with this motley crew. Called themselves “the Misfits,” the spray-painted “138” on the lead vehicle now makes sense. I asked if this “Droptown” place they were taking me to was where they lived and the man chuckled. Turns out the bunch is nomadic, this is just one of the conclaves that’s friendly to them and others like them. I was about to ask more, but Pangolin had to leave to trade shifts with Dove. I decided to put a pin in it for the time being.

Left alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t help but to think back on what Mako said about Kestrel saving her life. She’s no weakling, I made sure of that. I didn’t hold back when I sparred with her. To hear that she had to be saved, I had to wonder what exactly was out here. What did she mean by Fracture being “the tip of the iceberg?” What did happen when Mako left?

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the convoy lurch to a stop. I stop recording and put the device into my sling as I hear Pangolin’s voice boom out. “Alright jackasses! We’re here!” I hear the doors of the other trailers open up and feet hit the ground before I hop out myself. I see the others scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind towards a new patchwork city. Pangolin looked over at me and asked if I’ll be alright on my own for a little bit and mentioned meeting up back at the “HEMTT” he called it. I nod and let him know he doesn’t need to worry about me.

“I know.” He hummed. “Still, always good to ask regardless.”

I hum back in response before taking off on my own, curious to see what this “safe haven” is all about and hoping it’s not gonna be a repeat.

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I feel the same rush of awe I felt when I first entered Fracture, but the feel of this place was different. The buildings were still the patchwork materials being held together by cables and wires, but this time around it felt more… Chaotic. Nonsense coming together to make sense. This place felt like it had more character, had more of a soul, and from what I can tell from the Conduits that seem to call this place home, there was also more freedom as I watched them climb around with wild abandon. Any hesitation that may be lingering disappeared when Mako gestured to a wire and told me to go have a look around.

No need to tell me twice.

I climb up and leap onto the wire and zip off, energy buzzing through my body as I take a quick tour around Droptown, something that stands out more is just how… Colorful this place is. Memories of the street art I saw in Empire and New Marais drift by as the art pieces go by. Even pieces more abstract decorate the street, created by creative Conduits using their powers just to have a bit of fun. I smile as I launch myself off of a wire and glide to the next, my eyes scanning the area for the tallest building around.

As I tour around, I spot Mako and Pangolin heading into a small shack. Curiosity gets the better of me and I quickly dismount the wire and start climbing the buildings nearby, taking care not to alert the two to my presence.

Through the window, I see the two walk up to a woman with hair that looks like it’s literally made out of silk strands and begin talking with her. I frown seeing their expressions, full of concern and worry. I listen in so figure out what is causing the sour looks.

 “.... So the project isn’t going to be done on time?” I hear the silken haired woman whisper, worry dripping in her soft voice as she fusses with her braid.

“We’re doing the best we can, ma’am, but we’ve recently had a set-back.” Pangolin grunts in response, trying to keep his poise but the same worry infects his tone. “Couldn’t she make some from what she has?” The woman looks at the two, her voice almost pleading. My eyebrow raises at this tone. “That’s one of the issues, Mari.” I hear Mako pipe up. “She doesn’t have enough, second issue is that the process is going to act like a beacon and make those bastards come faster.” Those bastards? What is she talking about? “She’s doing the best she can and we’ll talk to her to see what can be done, but at this point it looks like we may have to fight with what we have on hand.” Pango shifted in his stance, his mask slipping and showing nervousness. “Against all of them?” “It’s better than nothing…” Mako shakes her head as she looks at the lady, Mari.

My frown deepens, set back? The gears in my mind turn as I wonder what in the world they were going on about. I vaguely remember Mako mentioning something about a project… Then there was the whole “they” situation. Who are “they?”  This mysterious boogieman must be one hell of a threat if it has an entire town of full fledged Conduits terrified, and for once this boogieman isn’t me.

I can ask Mako about this later, right now, it is time to get back on track. I hop off of the shack and go to the closest wire that doesn’t alert the three in the building that I was there before zipping back off. Time to find that gunsmith and get me a shiny new toy.

I blitz through the town, passing a caboose and a… Bomb? Before I see a building decorated with twisting metal that looks almost like something from Aliens, hanging on one of the outcroppings was a sign hanging on it displaying an anvil, a hammer and a pistol. I grin to myself, this is the place. Time to go introduce myself.

I hop off the wire and stroll inside. There are a few people pursuing the wares and a store clerk helping out customers and taking orders, but they don’t seem to notice or if they did, they’re smart enough to not say anything and leave me be. Already falling in love with Droptown more and more. I browse the wares myself and I hum in approval at what I see. I see components for guns so people could make a gun custom and premade “coreless” guns that I remember Mako mentioning, basically meaning that the firearm didn’t have an RFE core in it so that a harmonized core can be placed. I start grabbing some of the coreless shells just to get a feel of a gun again.

It felt strange holding a gun and not fearing it blowing up in my face, but my muscle memory still remembers all the times I went to target practice before I got my powers, be it skeet shooting with my cousin and his buddy or doing target practice at the range with Zeke. Man, I missed the feeling of holding a shotgun and I was eager to feel its kickback again. I put the guns away as I walk up to a counter. I know that I was gonna need a gun built from the ground up, and the premades help solidify what I wanted made. I was about to gently tap on the bell when the store clerk comes up to the counter.

“What can I do for you, sir?” The clerk asks in a bright voice and a soft smile. I couldn’t help but to blink, not everyday I’m talked to by a worker without them cowering in fear or staring at me in disdain.

“Been looking to get myself a new toy, heard good things about the gunsmith’s work. Gonna need it built from the ground up.” I hum as I look at the clerk, the expression he gave me wasn’t promising.

“Oooh… Sorry, she isn’t taking full on custom commissions at the moment. Big project with a deadline” He winces out. “We do have modules and pre-mades though!” Sorry kid, but those aren’t gonna fly and neither is that little statement either. I ain’t leaving until this forge-master makes me a gun.

“Let me talk to her, I bet I can change her mind.” I smirk as I step behind the counter and towards the door. The kid tries to get in my way, saying I wasn’t allowed back there, but I push him aside.

Completely disregarding the clerk, I walk through the door that leads to the back and I am immediately hit by a sweltering heat, strong RFE signatures, the noise of metal striking metal and the sound of blaring rock music. Looks like the gunsmith is home and has great taste in music.

I walk into where the heat was strongest and I look around, awestruck at the setup. The forge is running hot and Blast Shards were carefully placed into containers. I turn my head to look at the gunsmith and see a woman adorned with green and blue runic tatts and scars all over her body, burns and a particularly nasty looking one in the middle of her back seen through her lace-back tank, though I couldn’t help but to feel a gnawing sense of familiarity.

I try to get her attention, but she turns her music up louder. Drowning me out. I get louder and the music rises to overwhelm my voice. Rude little bitch. I growl in frustration and fire off a bolt to short out the speakers. There, now she can hear me. Before I can speak, I hear her growl as she turns around and the voice I heard I couldn’t believe came out.

“You’re gonna pay for tha-”

Her sentence is cut off when she turns to look at me. Same dark brown hair with white chunk, same burn-scared face. It was the fucking bird-bitch.

You have got to be kidding me. That’s the gunsmith Mako was talking about?? At least some of Mako’s behavior onthe trip here now makes sense.

We both stare at each-other awkwardly, as if we couldn’t believe who was standing in front of us. The stares turned into glares and once the realization fully sets in, Kestrel is the one to break the silence. “What are you doing here, MacGrath?” Her voice grunted out in aggravation. “Come here to gloat?” Well, didn’t take long for her to want to try pushing her luck again. Seems like she’s bent out of shape about those Blast Shards still. Well, tough shit.

“Well, I certainly didn’t come here to chit-chat, Morrison.” I hiss at her as I start walking around the forge, examining all the materials. “Mako told me about how there was a gunsmith that could make me a new toy. Never thought it would be you of all people.”

“I’m oh so sorry to disappoint you, but yes. I am the gunsmith of Droptown.” She snaps as she pulls up her safety goggles to glare at me. “Now if you don’t have anything important to talk to me about, would you kindly leave me alone? I have a very important project to complete and I don’t have the time, patience or crayons to deal with you.” She does that dismissing shooing motion with the hand that was holding the hammer. Looks like she’s forgotten where she stands with me.

“You know for someone I spared, you’re acting like an ungrateful brat! Especially with how you knew damn well you were going to die if it wasn’t for Mako saving your ass!!” I growl out as I pop my knuckles, my body instinctively warming up some more sparks just in case I need to fry some sense into her.

“And I will owe Mako one hell of a favor for that, but as I’ve stated before… I’m busy!” She snarls as she pulls out some scrap metal and puts it into some sort of cup.

“Well your little pet project can wait, I came here to have a custom gun made and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t make me wait.” I growl as my eyes narrow. The flippant bird pulls down her goggles and sprinkles glass into the container, clearly trying to busy herself.

“Uh, no it can’t wait. First come, first serve. Besides, like I told the clerk, I’m not taking custom commissions!” Kestrel uses a pair of tongs to grab the cup and put it into the forge. I think it’s about time I give her a reminder.

“What’s so important about this little pet project that you’re literally willing to try my patience and throw away your so called “best friend’s” good will?” I sneer, my lips turning into a smug grin as I see her stop in her tracks.

A sudden burst of molten metal explodes out from the forge as she marches over to a workbench that was covered in a tarp, with one swift movement she yanks the tarp to reveal what was under it. A large rocket-launcher type weapon with a large chamber for its core. Before I could really get a good look at the firearm, Kestrel whips her body around and gets in my face, smoke billowing from her mouth and eyes glowing hot-iron red.

“Not like you give a rat’s ass, but you know those Blast Shards I had to give back to you? Yeah, those ones? Those were the last components needed to complete that so called “pet project” that’s gonna help keep Droptown from being turned into a ghost town.” She hisses out in rage. The girl had to stand on her toes to get into my face in the first place, it would have been funny if she wasn’t being a uppity, mouthy bitch. “But since I had to give them up so I didn’t die, the project is behind and unlike you, I don’t have all the time in the world to fuck around! My policy is “first come, first serve” and I don’t care if you are the Demon, the Beast or The Almighty Messiah himself! I ain’t gonna give you special treatment.” She jabs her finger on my chest and I shove her off violently, growling and sparks arcing off of my arms. She stumbles, but she gets to her feet, fury still burning in her eyes. 

“You’re gonna wait your turn just like everyone else and if you don’t like it, you can just turn your pissy ass around and see if you can find another Gunsmith” She snarls before walking towards her forge. She’s not gonna turn her back on me, I’m not done with her. I stride over and get in between her and the forge, crossing my arms and scowling.

“Oh no, I ain’t leaving until I get a gun made. Even if I have to baby-sit you to make sure you don’t screw me over.” I sneer as I roughly jab my finger into her sternum. “ Mako said I could get a gun from you, and I will get that gun.”

“Who’s acting like a child now?!” Kestrel shouts as she slaps my hand away. “I couldn’t even make you a gun with the current materials I had now even if I didn’t have this sword of Damocles hanging over my head! Any pre-made components couldn’t handle the amount of energy you put out and any foci I have you’d overload completely! Now get out of my way or I will make that forge scorch your back!!” I scoff loudly at her excuse.

“So you’re saying you’re useless?” I jeer as my lips curl into a snarl.

“Clean the charcoal out of your ears, jackass!” The bird mimes the motion of getting water out of her ear before she starts pacing in front of me. “I’m saying that I need a whole ass Blast Core to make a gun that won’t fry when you touch it because, oh I don’t know… You’re the Beast?? The only place that I could get a Core of that quality is th-” She pauses mid-tiraid, her eyes widening before a grin that could give the Cheshire cat a run for his money spreads on her face. My eyebrows furrow. What has popped in that empty head of hers? “Weeeeeeeeeeeeell….. There is something that could be done about this little issue~”

“Oh god…” I can’t help but to roll my eyes damn near into the back of my skull before glaring at her

“You see…” The birdbrain starts as she walks over to a scrap pile. “As I’ve stated before, I can’t complete my project or make you a weapon due to a material shortage…. But that little problem could be easily remedied~”

“What are you getting at?” I narrow my eyes at hers

 “Well…” From the pile of scrap, she pulls out what looks like a piece of a Blast Shard, she seems to examine it with her fingertips as she holds it. “You see, I would be more than willing to make you your little toy, but you have to come with me to get the materials.” Kestrel looks up at me with a grin and I blink my eyes in shock. Is she being serious??

“Excuse me?!” I balk as Kestrel’s face turns into an infuriating smirk.

“What? It’s a fair trade.” She coos in an innocent-sounding tone, but I know that grin.

“You must need to get oxygen to that brain of yours because I think you’re confusing me for your lil’ boy-toy.” I snap as I vent out some sparks from my arms

“Oh no no! I’m perfectly sound of mind. You see, I not only have to replace the Shards I had to fork over, I also have to get cores to make a custom core for your toy…” The bitch giggles mischievously as she darts around as a plume of smoke, looking like an impish spirit.  “And since I know how much you don’t trust me, I figured his royal majesty would want to come along not only to keep me honest, but also to have the “pick of the litter” if you will. After all, only the best for the Beast, right?”

I grab Kestrel by her shirt and hold her so I can look her dead in the eyes, my own glowing crimson. The stupid, smug grin not leaving her face

“You are really pushing your luck, girl.” I growl lowly, sparks jumping off of my back. I wanted to fry her so bad. Get this thorn out of my ass for good, but if she’s the only gunsmith around, I have to keep her alive. She isn’t making it easy.

“Am I though? I mean, it’s a fair trade. You help me get the materials I need for my project and your gun, I’ll make an exception to my “no custom commissions” hiatus. Win-win, wouldn’t you say?” I smirks as she shrugs her arms nonchalantly as if she isn’t currently dangling off of the floor and in the grip of someone who could unleash a hundred thousand volts straight into that sorry piece of meat-jello she calls a brain.

“I really don’t have much of a choice, do I?” I groan out in irritation as I drop her onto the floor. Now it’s my turn to pace.

“Oh you always have a choice in the matter, the question is how badly do you want a new toy to play with?” She grins as she sits up, looking like the cat that ate the canary. I let out a growl before turning to look at her as she stands up.

“Fine! I’ll help you get the fucking Blast Shards, but you better keep your word. Got it, bird?” I shout, getting right into her face. Kestrel does the “cross my heart” gesture over her heart.

 “I’m a woman of my word.” I couldn’t help but to scoff at her little statement. Woman of her word? Yeah, riiiiiiight.

“We’ll see about that.” I sneer before turning around and storming out of the shop. I hate to admit it, even to myself, but the deal she proposed is a fair trade. Assistance with resource gathering in return for an exemption to her stupid “no customs” ban? Hell, she’s even gonna let me get dibs on the best materials. That’s more than fair. The more I think about it, the more appealing the idea becomes. After all, how hard could it be to go and collect Blast Shards? I will have to baby-sit her since I can’t touch them, but if it will get my gun faster, then it’s a small price to pay.

I hop onto the nearest wire and zip back to the HEMTT to rejoin with the other Misfits. I know I definitely have questions for Mako about why the fuck she didn’t tell me Kestrel was the gunsmith she was talking about as well as to let Pangolin know about the little deal the bird and I have struck up.

When I get back to the convoy, I see Kestrel is already there and Pangolin is loading up one of the jeeps. The look on the pain-in-the-ass’s face looks pleased as a Georgia peach as she hops into the driver’s seat of the jeep before Pangolin grabs her by her shirt and moves her to the back seat like a cat dragging around a naughty kitten.

I walk up to Pango and he nods at me.

“I’m guessing Kes already told you?” I grunt, crossing my arms. Pangolin nods in response. “Yeah, she told me you agreed to help her out with a project in return for getting a weapon made.” The shit-brickhouse hums as he loads up a dufflebag into the front passenger side seat. I raise my eyebrow at the bag.

“What’s in the bag?” I question, pointing at it. “Pickaxes, you’re going to need them.” Wait, what?

“Pickaxes.” I repeat. “For mining?”

“No, we’re going to use them them like pogo-” Kestrel starts up before getting a good thawk in the head by Pangolin. “Owwww.” I snerk at the girl’s expression. “I think you’ve done enough smart-mouthing for a good while. Mako already saved your ass once and I can make an educated guess you had another brush with death to make this little deal of yours. If your little gambit is going to work, you need to reign in your tongue.” Pangolin scolds Kestrel with the big brother tone as she huffs. It’s nice to not be the one whipping the idiots into shape for once.

“Fine.” The girl huffs before buckling up and turning to face away from me and Pangolin. The Spartan shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose before looking at me.

“I know you’re not keen on being told what to do from what Mako’s told me, but I’m gonna have to ask that you try to reign in the urge to antagonize Kes.” He mumbles as he rubs the back of his head.

“No promises.” I state simply. As long as she keeps her mouth shut, I’ll do the same. Simple as that. Pangolin sighs, but nods. I hop into the back seat and buckle up as Pango gets into the driver’s seat. He turns on the vehicle and soon we are on our way. To where? I don’t know, but hopefully it will be worth the trouble.

If there is one thing I know for sure, it’s gonna be a loooooooong ride.

[aajjks]

NWO!JK

“hey~ that’s not true” you take jungkook’s hands in yours and caress them. “i don’t think you’re a loser and neither should you. you’re the amazing spider-man! and sure, things went to shit but everyone is okay. aunt oh-wol will be okay and i’m sure once she knows the truth, she’ll be so proud of you. her nephew is an icon. you’re every child’s dream and you’ve singlehandedly inspired so many people to fight for what’s right. we win some and lose some but hey? just do as the late aaliyah said, dust yourself off and try again” the status of yours and jungkook’s relationship is…strange. after everything that’s happened, you feel like a break is needed between the two of you but you’ll share your feelings on that after jungkook has fully recovered.

you press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek before running your fingers through his silky hair to show your support but it doesn’t help much. his heart is in shambles and the will to continue being the hero his country loves so much begins to dwindle.

as the chapter comes to a close, our heroes are left in critical condition. jung morgan has torn through the tight-knit family and has taken so many lives and hearts with her. her hideout is raided and aired on live television for the world to see and you’re forced to stay with a friend until you can save enough money for another apartment. seoul is once again at peace but not for long. a new enemy is just around the corner, a mask spitting words of hatred and malice into a heart that used to be so pure.

“eunwoo~”

“eunwoo~”

“stop…leave me alone. no, i-i can’t! he’s my friend”

“that spider is not a friend. you want power? i can give you that. no more ridicule. no more judgement. we can give the world peace but you need me”

“i wish i never brought you here. i wish i never—,”

“SHUT UP!!! that is why you’re so weak and will forever live in the shadow of your peers. put me on, eunwoo. i fit like skin, my voice like silk. tempting…so close…wear me and i will make you happy”

🔴 LIVE ON AIR

“we interrupt this program with breaking news, hahahahahahahahahhaaaaa!!!!!!! i’m coming for you spider-man. beware”

*BOOM*

the building is engulfed in flames as hundreds of people cry out for help, barely managing to escape the suffocating flames.

“OF THE GREEN GOBLIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

END.

~🫧

You’re feeding him soup right now and he’s watching the TV, it’s boring. news has nothing to show except for headlines about the black cat.

“Ugh I am tired hearing about that bitch she is dead now! PLEASE CHANGE THE CHANNEL YN.” He begs you, because hearing about the black cat just triggers him so much, you definitely understand where he’s coming from because you relate to his trauma, you pick up the remote and you change the channel.

That is until you guys come across a new channel, but— there’s something really weird about it, the commentator is wearing a stupid costume and a mask.

“Wow early Halloween?” Jungkook snorts, “can you please increase the volume? I really want to see what they’re talking about.”

You do as he tells you too, and he gives you a sweet smile before thanking you.

Jungkook and you focus on the news while you continue to feed him the soup, “hmm?” He exclaims.

There is destruction everywhere, the screen shows a fire everywhere, people, screaming in terror, crying out for Spider-Man to save them

He hears sinister laughter.

“we interrupt this program with breaking news, hahahahahahahahahhaaaaa!!!!!!! i’m coming for you spider-man. beware”

Jungkooks smile vanishes.

“OF THE GREEN GOBLIN!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!”

He sits up, his jaw clenched, and eyes hardened. “What the fuck, looks like someone else wants to fucking die from my hands again.”

This time it looks like his hands won’t be red from the blood, but instead green.

Because the Spider-Man is going to kill the green goblin, even if he dies trying to.

E N D O F P A R T O N E O F T H E R P.

[endorphinmachine]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA

[ryukodragon]

When work becomes so frustrating that, at the peak of anxious, panicky fury, you have that glorious ideya….

…. time to put my OCs through this.

[grammartrolls]

🗣shakti and pequod?

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[halloween-never-ends]

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa! I had like... a really bad past few months, mentally, and avoided comments on one of my fics... the anxiety I’m feeling right now at the thought of responding to a comment from 179 days ago is eating me alive.

[higgsboshark]

Teachable Moments

Student: I’m surprised that Americans want to come here, because in America it’s easy for people to get good jobs and make lots of money.

Me: hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA (cough) (hack) (dies)

First I explained about the (lack of) job market for millennials. Then I told him about student loans. College is free here so he’d never heard of that concept. His eyes got real big.

I came to teach English and kill dreams, and you already speak pretty good English.

[david-duchovny]