Mcu/Worm Oc Insert: Chapter 7

"I am getting some readings." A woman wearing what looks to be similar to night vision goggles announces. "Some basic brain activity. About

"I am getting some readings." A woman wearing what looks to be similar to night vision goggles announces. "Some basic brain activity. About what I'd get on a standard coma patient." 

"Well, I'll be damned." A second woman whispers. 

"So. Glace. Think you can save him?" 

She has brown hair tied up into a bun, wearing dark blues and a furry coat, carrying a gun that makes her look like some sort of discount genderbent mr-freeze. 

Hang on... she's literally Mei from overwatch! 

"The issue is getting him out. If the ice cracks it could cause some serious damage to his body." 

I glance to the postman who's now wearing far heavier clothing. "Hey. Strider. What's your teleportation weight limit?" 

"About two and a half tons." He answers after a moment. 

"Alright. I'm not an expert on cryogenics and ice buuuut." 

With a flash and a hum of heat that gently warms the surroundings as a blood red blade-like arc of energy extends from my knuckles. "What if I cut out the general area with this, we teleport him out, preferably to your lab, then you can more carefully chisel him out with your lab's tools." 

"..." 

"I thought you were a shield tinker..." Cranial, the other woman, slowly speaks. 

"Well, what is this except a sword-shaped hard light shield that I have heated up to ridiculous extremes?" 

"Touche." The woman relents. "Oh. And Toy Soldier would like to speak to you about that reactor you've been talking about on PHO." 

"Sorry. Not for sale." I reply instantly. 

"Oh well." The neuropathic tinker rogue shrugs. "I tried. So. Who's going to be spotting the payment for our assistance?" 

A long sigh leaves my lips. "Whatever. Fine. I've got it. I'll steal it back from the government as this is a public service... or I could steal more money from Tony Stark. That sounds fun." 

"Ah... wait... I should probably get proof of this. Heh. Say cheese." 

I promptly take a selfie, doing a small peace sign as the others in the background look over. 

[Split] 

"Well. That was exhausting." I sigh, glancing over to the blonde leaning her head on my shoulder. 

"Mhm." She hums. "I think I caught a cold." 

"..." 

"Sorry?" My shield should have kept her at more or less the perfect temperature. Theoretically the shields I make could even keep us more or less safe in space. 

We won't be able to breathe, mind you, but we'll be pressurized so our blood won't boil nor will our air get ripped from our lungs.  

"I forgive you. But I expect hugs, tissues and soup if I get sick." The girl huffs. 

"Huh... you know, you're really touchy-feely when we're alone like this. It's kind of cute!" I smile brightly, causing the girl to pout at me quietly. 

"Well, why wouldn't I be?" The girl lowly whispers. "I'm a touch starved little mouthy freak." 

"A touch starved little freak who owes me a blowjob." I shoot back with a half-lidded stare. 

She blinks twice. "Huh?" 

"For Coil." 

"OH! Heh. Yeah. I did say that. One day. Not today but one day." The girl relents while crossing her arms. 

We sit in silence, watching the news. Apparently, there's a slight gang war between the ABB and Empire going on. Not really our problem. 

"Oh. I've been trying to get into contact with Vista for a while." I admit suddenly. "But it's just so hard to come across her in the open in a manner that doesn't make it seem like I'm stalking her." 

Lisa turns to me, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why?" 

"To apologize." I deadpan. "You made her cry. That's REALLY fucked up." 

She flinches, her icy gaze cracking under my own. "And like, I get I'm the only person who can hold you like this without you being instantly disgusted, but like... I really don't like the controlling mean girls-esque taunting. I was reeeeally tempted to go out on a date with Vista right then and there just to spite you. I don't really care for bullies." 

She opens her mouth to reply. "And I'm fully aware that the date would probably suck because she'd make unsubtle and very pro-prt statements the entire time. But. That'd be my mistake to make." 

"W-Well... I-I... I don't like-" 

She's silent for a long moment before letting out a long sigh, shrinking in on herself. "Whatever... I get it. I'm a complete bitch. Date her if you want." 

"I never said that, Lisa... besides that ship has sailed. I'm afraid I'm already dating someone. She's blonde, has green eyes, cute freckles, and a body to die for." I smirk slightly. "And sure, I know we may have some teething problems here and there, but no relationship is perfect. I know there's some things you dislike about me as well." 

She gives me an unimpressed stare before laying her head back on my shoulder. 

"I don't like being teased... when there's other people nearby... it makes me feel... kind of irritated." She whispers, causing my expression to soften at the slight vulnerability in her tone.  

"Alright." I nod once. "I won't do what I did on the Tony Stark post ever again." 

"..." 

"Unless you do something exceptionally stupid like taunt the slaughterhouse. Then all bets are off." I continue. 

"I'm not an idiot, Zachary... I just got a little territorial with Vista... that's all." She grumbles, crossing her arms in front of her chest. 

"Fine, Fine. I'll drop it." I sigh, shaking my head slightly. 

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Topic: Wrench's Wacky Walk 
In: Boards ➤ Locations ➤ America ➤ Brockton Bay  

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Posted May 31st, 2008 
"HEY HEY! It's me again! Wrench! Been about a month since I posted something big, thought I might as well give you all a bit of an update. Uhhh first things first, I'm pretty sure I killed the undersiders (The group, not the people) turns out when you pay a bunch of angsty teens a lot of money to beat up terrorists they typically take said money and decide 'hey, now I can live a normal life'. Grue grabbed his shit and wandered off, Regent said something about wrestling alligators, Rogue disappeared annnnd Bitch? She's around. Somewhere. Oh. Almost forgot. Tattletale fell down the stairs and broke her neck. RIP. Anyways, I'd like to introduce Oracle. Someone who's going to be helping me out quite a bit for the foreseeable future. 

Now. You might be asking yourselves. 'Dude. You revealed that the biggest medical institution in Brockton has ties to the E88 one week, then save the 'Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist' Tony Stark the next time we hear anything out of you and steal a quarter of a billion dollars from him. (REALLY funny). What could you possibly do to top yourself?!' 

I found like ten ww2 era nuclear warheads somewhere in the arctic. 

Oh. Also some dude in red white and blue with a weird ass dinner plate. Meh. Here's an image. 

{IMG} 

Special thanks to my friends who helped make this possible. Mainly Strider and Oracle. 

I totally would have taken those warheads to hand over to a museum or something, but I just didn't have big enough pockets. Oh well. This cool paperweight is good enough, I guess. 

{IMG} 

Also. Let me just say. Wow. A Genius Howard Stark may be, he's hilariously unimaginative when it comes to whatever the hell this shield is made of. Arguably the most versatile and durable material on the planet and he used it to make a glorified frisbee. 

I'll give it back if Mr America asks for it ;} Just thought it'd be thematic to beat some Nazi's with it. It's what the Cap would have wanted!" 

Oracle: (Unverified Cape) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"RIP Tattletale, a fine, humble, attractive, intelligent, ambitious, adaptable, confident, charismatic, impressive woman. Gone too soon. Truly. 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Posted May 31st, 2008 
"You forgot 'Smug', and 'Had a REALLY nice ass'. Real shame that." 

Oracle: (Unverified Cape) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"So true. Too true. The best ass." 

Bagrat: (Vetran Member) (The Guy in the Know) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"Wait. That's captain America's shield?! I know that some members of The Guild and some obscure government organizations were called out towards the arctic, but THIS is what it was about? That's incredible! Unsure how I feel about having the first hero's legacy in the hands of a rogue, but I'll remain hopefully optimistic. Looking at those images, it appears that Wrench was with Oracle, Strider once more and then Glace and Cranial of Toybox. 

Glace is a Cryogenics tinker and Cranial is a neurology tinker. In this scenario that points to one conclusion. Is he alive? Wrench said something about Captain America asking for his shield back. Could he TRULY be alive?!" 

Danishdesire: 
Replied on April 26th, 2008 
"Soooo uh, Oracle is Tattletale, right?" 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"For legal reasons. Nope." 

WHTPWR:  
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"So what? She changes her name and now we're just supposed to forget about all of her crimes?" 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"@WHTPWR Shut up Nazi. Nobody cares what you think. I'll bust your kneecaps with captain America's shield if you keep sassing me. You're just mad that she kept robbing your cape boyfriends." 

Reave: (Verified PRT Agent) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"That shield is government property, and we would very much like for its safe return in addition to the location of Captain America's body." 

Wrench: (Original Poster) (Verified Cape) (The Roguiest of Rogues) (Verified Millionaire) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"@Reave Silence Fed. You know as well as I do that the second this shield even touches a single PRT office you'll have every protectorate tinker from here to Mexico lining up to melt down this piece of history to add even a sliver of what it's made of to their projects. Leave the shield with the shield tinker, mmkay? Also. If you want Cap, take that up with Toybox. I left him with them cause he was the faintest bit frostbitten. Should probably be fine, though. He was the original Brute after all. I wonder what he'd think about how commercialized hero work has become. Probably a prime target for a certain group as well as he's the 'first hero'. Ugh. How predictable. Doesn't even have a secret identity to protect him." 

Capefan8: (Verified Cape Stalker) 
Replied on May 31st, 2008 
"Is this Wrench's first official appearance? That costume looks sick as hell. But a small question about the mask. How do you see out of that? It looks like just a flat wall of LEDs? REALLY digging the punk aesthetic, even if Captain America's shield kind of clashes with it. Did you make it yourself? Oh wait. You're a tinker, of course you did. Looks very well made though. Like something the PRT PR Team would push out as a new hero. Like, professional. That's the word I was looking for. Professional." 

Vista (Wards ENE) (Verified Cape): 
Replied on April 26th, 2008 
"Captain America?! he's actually alive?! That's AWESOME!" 

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It's about time I go out and do some ACTUAL heroing. I could sit in my basement and taunt people as much as I want via PHO... but it'd lose all meaning if I just kept doing it. 

I sit on a rooftop, the sky is dark, dim flickering lights from lampposts cast long eerie shadows. 

Oh? If it isn't little tay tay. 

From where I'm sat I see a girl in solid black, a creepy bug-like mask with amber eyes upon her face. 

She looks around as I sit there within invisibility, light being bent around my form. 

"So. Hero or Villain." I call out suddenly. 

The girl recoils, eyes darting around the rooftop. 

"W-Who's there?" 

"Nah. You first. Are you a hero, villain, or Rogue?" 

"H-Hero?" 

"Oh good." I hum as I drop my invisibility. 

I lean on an AC unit my mask projecting a '^.^' face. "I'd have had to kick your ass if you said villain." 

"Who- No... you... you're Wrench, right?" 

"Oh? So, my reputation precedes me. How nice." I note as I continue to sit there against the air conditioner unit. 

"Y-You're all over the news... you- you found Captain America!" She exclaims, eyes slowly straying to the shield loosely sat beside me. 

"Meh. All in a day's work." I shrug slowly rising to my full height. "So... you look new." 

"T-This is my first night out." The girl weakly admits. 

"Mnn." I hum. "I see... well. Did you do research at least? On the villains in the bay? Don't tell me you ran outside without doing the barest hint of research." 

"..." 

"..." 

"..." 

Haah I sigh, rubbing my masked forehead. "Alright. I guess it falls to me to explain some things to you, then. First off. A comment about your suit. Real high quality. Leagues better than what the PRT would give you. Kind of edgy and villainous, would make trigger-happy heroes take a swing at you no doubt." 

She kind of wilts under my observation. "In addition, black isn't the best stealth color that you think it is. You see, in the darkness like this, nothings really... TRUE black. It's more of a dark grey or greyish blue. You should have probably gone with those colors if you're operating under the cover of darkness cause right now you kind of look like just a human shaped blob of darkness. Like someone took a human-shaped hole-punch and poked a hole in reality. Besides, lighter colors- by that I mean ANYTHING other than black- would probably put some people at ease." 

"I-I'll... take that under consideration." She replies. 

"Next. I'm going to tell you about the 'rules of engagement' for capes." 

"R-Rules of engagement?!" The girl gasps. "What?! There- there's really nothing like that, right?" 

"People call them the unwritten rules. They're pretty simple to understand. Try to limit your lethality against other capes. Don't rape or sexual assault a cape. Don't master people. Don't unmask a cape. Don't go after a cape in their civilian life nor their family members. Don't use a gun cause they lead to escalation and death. Don't do wide-spread attacks on civilians. Basically... don't be a dumbass." 

"Wh- you can't seriously expect me to believe the villains play by these rules?!" The girl shouts, only to quickly quiet herself. 

"That brings me to the most important rule... don't expect villains to follow any of those rules." I cross my arms. "Sure, they like to play lip service to it, hell, they respect it at most times because they don't want to get smacked around in their civilian identities... but. Villains kill capes all the time. 'oh no, officer, we didn't attack this new hero in their civilian identity, this was just a robbery gone wrong! Who cares that four of our capes were there." 

"As an independent hero you should ALWAYS be careful. For the ABB, Lung is just so strong that not many people can do much to him. For the E88. They have fall guys. Hookwolf is their 'Kill' guy. He's already destined for the birdcage the next time he's caught, so it really doesn't matter to the E88. They send him to go and kill problems and will likely cut him loose if things get bad for him." 

I walk over to the girl as I'm speaking, looking over her briefly. "So... on the topic of those rules... I do know your civilian identity..." 

The girl freezes. 

"I went to your school for a time. Haven't gone in a long time. You can figure it out from there but I would appreciate it if you didn't spread that around." 

I can hear the faint buzz of insects, but it eventually dies out. 

"You know... who I am, then?" 

"I do. I also know about your bullies. How has that been for you?" 

"It-" the girl begins only to sigh. "Emma's gotten worse since Sophia disappeared." 

"Did the PRT really not reach out to you?" 

"Wh- yes... they did... but- they said they did wellness checks on everyone who had horrible accidents like that why is that important-" 

"..." 

"Shadow Stalker." The girl growls, her hands clenching. 

"Mhmmm." I nod slowly. "Best not tell anyone. If the PRT does anything right, it's coming down with the hammer of god on people who reveal the identities of their wards... even if they're Ex-Wards who got sent to Juvie." 

"Side note." I quickly add in. "When she eventually gets out in like... I don't know, five to ten years I'd watch out for her. She's the type to blame you for the stuff that's happening to her." 

"If she takes even a step near me... she'll regret it." The girl growls. 

"Her weakness is electricity. Kicks her right out of her shadow form. Do with that what you will." 

She stares for a long moment. "Thank you." 

"No problem. Anyways, I would actually suggest that you get some sort of backing. Be it the wards or some other group." 

"WHAT?! You want me to join THEM after what one of them did?!" She snarls, she looks like a feral animal about to pounce. 

"To be fair, they removed her real quick once I told them what was going on. The only reason she was in the wards was because she was on probation for almost killing a guy. The PRT in this city is overrun. The E88 has like twenty capes in it, Lung is worth twenty capes in and of himself. Then you have the merchants scurrying around. They needed every power they could get their hands on." 

"..." 

"..." 

"I'll... think about it." She eventually sighs. 

"There's advantages and disadvantages to joining the PRT. I may mock it a lot on PHO, but they do have a lot of good things. Allies. Funding. Guidance. But you won't really be able to control your image... they'd call you 'Ladybug' or something equally as asinine. Maybe force you to wear lighter colors like pink... might even toss in a mini-skirt." 

I can imagine she looks quite disgusted under her mask. 

"No. Never." She whispers out. 

"Alrighty then." I shrug. "So, I'm curious, what's your power exactly?" 

"Bug control and... some other things..." She answers slowly. 

"Bug control, huh? Well, the PRT would likely force you not to use any of the 'dangerous' ones. Likely sticking to things like beetles, butterflies, and moths. Things that are 'good for PR'. Wait... you do realize some people are deathly allergic to some insects, right? You could actually kill someone quite easily. Like with a single sting. Let alone a biblical swarm like I'm assuming you're able to create." 

The girl pauses. "oh." 

"Yeah. Oh." I snort, rolling my eyes. "Anyways, you want my genuine advice for how you should proceed in this hero stuff?" 

"..." 

"Ignore the capes of the gang and focus on the non-powered members." I cross my arms. 

"H-Huh?! Isn't that counterproductive?!" The bug-controller questions. 

"No no. Think about it for a moment. What does a gang... do?" 

"Deal drugs? Shakedowns? Robberies?" She slowly speaks. "And- oooooooooh." 

"You, Miss Bug, can royally fuck ALL of the gangs, by targeting their non-powered members. Hell, ants can carry things dozens of times their weight, grab a few thousand ants and just flat out rob places, stealing tools, screws, dollar bills, just anything light enough and important enough to cause them inconveniences. Make their lives HELL. Make them not want to be in the gang anymore. No non-powered members? No money or business. No money and business? The gang begins to collapse under its own weight." 

"it's in the art of war, y'know. Target your enemy's supply lines." I shrug. "But. You should be aware. You take out one gang, another's going to spring up in its place. Crime isn't something you can solve. There's some ways you can mitigate it, sure, but it'll never TRULY vanish because the second the criminal scene is looking light here in Brockton Bay, someone from New York will look over and decide 'hey, I'm better than those guys, I can handle a bunch of bugs' then you have an entirely new gang in Brockton." 

"Well, I feel like I've talked your ear off enough." I decide. "Oh... and I haven't even gotten your name." 

"I-I don't have one..." She admits. 

I stare for a long moment before deadpanning. "Fix that before your next outing. If you don't, the PRT or media will give you one." 

"And hey, if this hero business isn't for you, I bet the PRT would hire you as an independent contractor thanks to your ability to make spider-silk cloth. That shit's durable as hell. I know I would want it for my hero costumes if I was worried about wear and tear." 

"I-I'll also take that under consideration. T-Thank you for the advice, Wrench." The girl bows her head slightly. 

I offer a wave. "See you around, Buggy. Good luck. You'll need it in this fucking city." 

With that, I lift off the ground thanks to the repulsons in my boots... then reactive my cloak and blast off into the sky. 

"So. What do you think?" I ask myself quietly. 

A voice echoes out from my ear-piece. 

"She's got potential." Lisa admits from the other side.  

"I thought so too. What about her strengths. Were you able to get a read at all? She said bug control and... other things. Was that just a bluff or is there another big player in the bay?" I continue. 

"She's got some strength enhancement. A great ability to climb as well if her scaling the building you were sat on was any indication. From the way she was standing I'd say she's got about a brute four, maybe five? She'd out-punch you quite easily." 

"S-Seriously?!" I sputter.  

"Quite an impressive power-set. Brute-master. Maybe it makes her a bit like an ant, and she can carry several times her own body weight?" The girl ponders. 

"Who knows." I shrug as I slow my flight and begin to land beside the entrance to our warehouse. 

"Not as impressive as Mr. Tinker-Trump, but quite impressive nonetheless." Lisa agrees. 

"You think the E88 will make a move?" I ask suddenly. 

"Mn. It'd be stupid not to." My girlfriend observes 

Meeting Taylor... wasn't actually my goal for tonight. 

It was supplying information... to a Nazi Organization... 

"Am I a bad person?" I ask suddenly. 

"Nah!" Lisa waves off. "I sure as shit don't want that crazy bomber bitch here in the bay." 

Over in Boston, a certain Asian woman exploded her university over grades... and a certain dragon left Brockton to go and grab her. 

My goal tonight... was to simply land on one of the buildings where the E88 was having a rally tonight, hack one of the cape's phones- to learn their phone number-, then drop the information as 'Coil'. Use his name one final time to improve Brockton Bay before he floats into obscurity. 

If the E88 DOESN'T want Lung to gain access to a bomb tinker when he has a cape that can duplicate bombs... that's up to them. Anything that happens after that is kind of on them. 

They'll be getting an update in the morning just to REALLY drive the point home, such as the article of the holding facility the woman was being kept at being attacked by Lung. Then I may send them a totally unrelated car description with license plates. 

On one hand, we lose access to tinkertech bombs for people like Thanos. On the other? Yaaaaay no tinkertech bombs. 

I'll cross the Thanos bridge when we come to it, I suppose. 

Does this world have infinity stones? Hell, does this world have MAGIC? 

Where was the New York sanctum again? I think it's on like... a street that starts with B. I'll probably remember it once I see it.