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daretodoWhen midnight on my second night back home comes and goes, and I'm still swinging around New York instead of on some island in the literal middle of nowhere, I'm pretty sure the whoop of joy I let out is heard for miles. As good as the Island's treated me -- well, in some respects more so than others -- over the past couple of years, there's no denying that this is where I'd rather be. My jungle is made of concrete. The sights, the smells, the people -- and not to my mention my powers, boy, I've missed them, alright. No matter how many times I thought of giving up Spider-Man in the past, the truth of the matter of is, he's as much a part of me as anything else. Being out here, saving lives again on a regular basis? It just feels right. Like I'm meant to be here. I'm not too sold on the whole notion of destiny, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I felt more personally satisfied after a measly two nights in the real world than I have in a good long while. And with that kind of natural high, it's entirely too easy to ignore all the inherent complications that this being a permanent situation entails.
It's late by the time I make it back to the Tower, but that's nothing new; I've never been one to keep normal hours, and the definition of what's normal for someone in my line of business is pretty vague, anyway. Barring a run-in with my old pal, Rhino, it's been a quieter night than last, even if my suit's a bit worse for wear between today and yesterday. What can I say? I let a few hits in, it happens. I'm fine, at any rate, rustiness aside, and save for a few bumps and bruises that'll fade in a couple of days, I'm not hurting. Only bothering to take off my mask, I raid the kitchen for Aspirin and leftovers -- ooh, someone ordered Chinese -- before setting out to see if there isn't anyone else still awake, carton of reheated takeout in hand.
My search brings me to another floor entirely, down where Stark -- the one that belongs here -- keeps some of his fancier toys. The sounds of someone working draws me into the lab, and while it could've just as easily been either of them, I'm not too surprised to find my Tony -- which is a weird and sort of creepy association to give to a guy who's from a different universe entirely, really, but that I'm a lot closer to him than his blue-eyed counterpart goes without saying at this point, and I'm running out of clever nicknames.
"Working hard or hardly working?"
It's late by the time I make it back to the Tower, but that's nothing new; I've never been one to keep normal hours, and the definition of what's normal for someone in my line of business is pretty vague, anyway. Barring a run-in with my old pal, Rhino, it's been a quieter night than last, even if my suit's a bit worse for wear between today and yesterday. What can I say? I let a few hits in, it happens. I'm fine, at any rate, rustiness aside, and save for a few bumps and bruises that'll fade in a couple of days, I'm not hurting. Only bothering to take off my mask, I raid the kitchen for Aspirin and leftovers -- ooh, someone ordered Chinese -- before setting out to see if there isn't anyone else still awake, carton of reheated takeout in hand.
My search brings me to another floor entirely, down where Stark -- the one that belongs here -- keeps some of his fancier toys. The sounds of someone working draws me into the lab, and while it could've just as easily been either of them, I'm not too surprised to find my Tony -- which is a weird and sort of creepy association to give to a guy who's from a different universe entirely, really, but that I'm a lot closer to him than his blue-eyed counterpart goes without saying at this point, and I'm running out of clever nicknames.
"Working hard or hardly working?"
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Date: 2011-04-09 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-09 05:03 am (UTC)It was -- and this was annoying, to have to acknowledge -- what he'd do, if he'd had this much time to work on it.
"All right, let's go. See if we can dig up some of these bad guys I never got to meet and beat."