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[Osborn Plot] It Begins Again. Only this time with Johnny.
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"Look, do you want to know or not?" I shoot back, not slowing down, not looking behind me to see if he's even still there, and not thinking about whether or not he's tired. I'm about as far from tired as it's possible to get. It's like I just downed the entire inventory of a Starbucks. I'm jittery. Wired. Paranoid. Less and less convinced by the second that I should be telling Johnny at all. Wolverine would be the smarter choice. He might be on every team ever, but he gets the whole needing to do something on your own -- even if that something includes not telling people he's dying.
Without missing a beat, I jump, catching hold of one of the lower hanging branches of the nearest sturdy looking tree, and I kick my legs in front of me, creating enough forward momentum to swing myself up and over, praying all the while that I don't get a splinter. I land in a crouch, not bothering to make any overt movement to hang on to the tree, mostly because I don't remember that I probably should. Yanno, I used to do my thinking on the top of the Empire State Building. It'd be the understatement of the year to say this is sort of a downgrade.
"Look, do you want to know or not?" I shoot back, not slowing down, not looking behind me to see if he's even still there, and not thinking about whether or not he's tired. I'm about as far from tired as it's possible to get. It's like I just downed the entire inventory of a Starbucks. I'm jittery. Wired. Paranoid. Less and less convinced by the second that I should be telling Johnny at all. Wolverine would be the smarter choice. He might be on every team ever, but he gets the whole needing to do something on your own -- even if that something includes not telling people he's dying.
Without missing a beat, I jump, catching hold of one of the lower hanging branches of the nearest sturdy looking tree, and I kick my legs in front of me, creating enough forward momentum to swing myself up and over, praying all the while that I don't get a splinter. I land in a crouch, not bothering to make any overt movement to hang on to the tree, mostly because I don't remember that I probably should. Yanno, I used to do my thinking on the top of the Empire State Building. It'd be the understatement of the year to say this is sort of a downgrade.
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"Physical harm if I try to help, gotcha."
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Letting that sink in for a second, I brush past him. I need to come up with a game plan, but that's not going to happen with Johnny here trying to play hero.
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"Nice talking to ya," he muttered, wondering what to do next. His whole winning afterglow was ruined.