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A Merry Marvel Debut
“So, in this land that time forgot somewhere in Antarctica…what’ve we got to look forward to?”
We’re all of us crowded in the Quinjet. Iron Man’s at the wheel and me, Cap, Spider-Woman – no relation to yours truly – and Luke Cage are sitting at the back like some seriously deranged Little League team. Truth be told, I’ve been expecting the question ever since I got off the freaky future phone with Mary Jane. See, it’s Luke here’s first trip to the Savage Land and he’s been sceptical as to its existence ever since it came up on Spider-Woman’s computer.
Ah, to be that innocent again.
As for me? Well, I’m just hoping we aren’t all gonna to die. Doing my best to chew my nails through my costume, I reply, “All kinds of mutates and dinosaurs and big cheetahs and a surprising amount of acceptable nudity.”
“Are you #$%$ing me?”
“No,” I say. “But it doesn’t matter – we probably won’t survive the crash.”
“What crash?”
“You don’t go to the Savage Land without crashing.”
Without turning around, Iron Man interjects, “You’ve never been there with me driving.”
In spite of his words, my spider-sense is going off the charts. He couldn’t have been less comforting. He’s like the band on the Titanic, right now, that’s how comforting he is. Famous last words to die by. Jeez, I really have made it to the big leagues.
“Uh huh…”
“Seat belts.”
“Yeah, that’ll help.”
The jet suddenly pitches forwards and then we’re upside down. Spider-Woman lets out an incoherent shriek -- or was that me? Either way, the noise is loud enough that I could’ve been singing the ‘Star-Spangled Banner’ at the top of my lungs and the only thing I would’ve heard is the sound of a dying cat in a jet engine. Above the din, I can faintly hear the metallic voice of Iron Man say, “Almost there… Almost there…”
And, then, sure enough, we’re there. It all happens so fast that I barely remember it. One second I’m hanging upside down and praying to God I don’t wet my suit. The next, the five of us are standing outside of the Quinjet and admiring the scenery. And what scenery it is. It’s really a shame about the inevitable death that goes hand-in-hand with being here. It’d make for one heckuva vacation spot.
Clapping a very manly hand to my shoulder, ol’ Shell-Head says to me, “See?”
“I stand corrected.”
Which is entirely the wrong thing to say because that’s right about the time that the Quinjet explodes, the force of the blast sending me and mine flying. I quickly shoot off a web to a nearby tree, pulling myself up and out of the line of fire. Only, as I soon discover, there’s a fundamental flaw to this plan. For whatever reason, I can’t stick the landing and so, my arms wheeling like windmills, I fall a good fifteen feet before the ground decides to break my fall.
“My back,” I croak, as I pull my sorry butt out of the foliage. “My poor, poor back.”
(Some dialogue comes from New Avengers #4 by Brian Michael Bendis.)
We’re all of us crowded in the Quinjet. Iron Man’s at the wheel and me, Cap, Spider-Woman – no relation to yours truly – and Luke Cage are sitting at the back like some seriously deranged Little League team. Truth be told, I’ve been expecting the question ever since I got off the freaky future phone with Mary Jane. See, it’s Luke here’s first trip to the Savage Land and he’s been sceptical as to its existence ever since it came up on Spider-Woman’s computer.
Ah, to be that innocent again.
As for me? Well, I’m just hoping we aren’t all gonna to die. Doing my best to chew my nails through my costume, I reply, “All kinds of mutates and dinosaurs and big cheetahs and a surprising amount of acceptable nudity.”
“Are you #$%$ing me?”
“No,” I say. “But it doesn’t matter – we probably won’t survive the crash.”
“What crash?”
“You don’t go to the Savage Land without crashing.”
Without turning around, Iron Man interjects, “You’ve never been there with me driving.”
In spite of his words, my spider-sense is going off the charts. He couldn’t have been less comforting. He’s like the band on the Titanic, right now, that’s how comforting he is. Famous last words to die by. Jeez, I really have made it to the big leagues.
“Uh huh…”
“Seat belts.”
“Yeah, that’ll help.”
The jet suddenly pitches forwards and then we’re upside down. Spider-Woman lets out an incoherent shriek -- or was that me? Either way, the noise is loud enough that I could’ve been singing the ‘Star-Spangled Banner’ at the top of my lungs and the only thing I would’ve heard is the sound of a dying cat in a jet engine. Above the din, I can faintly hear the metallic voice of Iron Man say, “Almost there… Almost there…”
And, then, sure enough, we’re there. It all happens so fast that I barely remember it. One second I’m hanging upside down and praying to God I don’t wet my suit. The next, the five of us are standing outside of the Quinjet and admiring the scenery. And what scenery it is. It’s really a shame about the inevitable death that goes hand-in-hand with being here. It’d make for one heckuva vacation spot.
Clapping a very manly hand to my shoulder, ol’ Shell-Head says to me, “See?”
“I stand corrected.”
Which is entirely the wrong thing to say because that’s right about the time that the Quinjet explodes, the force of the blast sending me and mine flying. I quickly shoot off a web to a nearby tree, pulling myself up and out of the line of fire. Only, as I soon discover, there’s a fundamental flaw to this plan. For whatever reason, I can’t stick the landing and so, my arms wheeling like windmills, I fall a good fifteen feet before the ground decides to break my fall.
“My back,” I croak, as I pull my sorry butt out of the foliage. “My poor, poor back.”
(Some dialogue comes from New Avengers #4 by Brian Michael Bendis.)
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Or at least she used to.
Her concentration dissolved into worry when there was no sound, to rush of thoughts through her head. "I can't..." She closed her eyes trying to reach further, to see if she could a psychic reading from anything. "There's nothing there. It's like a wall or silence. I can't here a thing."
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She isn't sure what to do next, but she finds herself standing up and putting some space between them. What the hell is going on?
The collar she wears only covers up the worst of the scarring Feral left behind; she feels the edge of the longest before she realizes she's got a hand up to her throat again.
God above, not again.
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I'm really not expecting what's on the other side, so forgive me if it's not my finest hour. "I'm really not going anywhere with you in head cheerleader mode," I blurt out, mostly because the sight of these guys has got me too confused for wit or stealth, which really has to make me wonder how I've made it as far as I have anyway.
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Except, of course, for the fair maiden Siryn, whose accent allowed her only to say, "Ye."
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"Uh... Nico Minoru," I offer cautiously, glancing between the three of them. Wow, this is awkward. "I just... crash-landed." Literally.
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Still Jean has remained tethered to the idea of being headmistress and teacher first, other assorted things second, so the confused girl makes her want to help her, not harm her.
"Are you one of the students at the Institute? Are you hurt from your landing?" Jean asked, giving a look to the other two that hopefully suggested that they make themselves helpful.
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Brushing past my fellow, dearly depowered, I ask the punk rock kid -- Nico -- "Are you alone?"
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Focus on the rest first, Nico. I can deal with disappearances when I know where I am.
It's only about then that I really get that first question. The Institute? "I'm not a student," I add. "Or a mutant." Oh man, wait, that's Phoenix. At least, I think it is, which only makes this whole thing that much more bizarre. After time travel, you'd think this wouldn't actually be that weird, but turning up places out of the blue, apparently, is always weird. "Where are we?"
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Jean stood, still shivering but less so as she brushed clumps of mud off of herself. This entire situation was getting stranger by the minute. Besides all of the obvious she wasn't keen on whatever strange event that had just occured taking in teenagers, especially civillians.
"I suppose there's only one thing left to do: find out where we are, so that we can leave. And..." she turned her head slightly to look at Spider-Man. "If these are the Savage Lands I'll eat my shoes."
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I take point, leading us back to where the Quinjet is supposed to be, figuring that's as good a place to start as any. I never really had a chance to look around before Siryn, here, started screaming bloody 'murdah.'
Rustlerustle. I stop suddenly, holding up one hand. Rustlerustle. Louder now. Whatever it is, it's close, and I don't need my spider-sense to tell me that this won't end well.
"Uh, guys? I think we're gonna want to run in a second."
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...except that Spider-Man's just drawn my attention either, and instead of listening to him, I listen to the bushes, and then I don't have to listen for anything because that's when five dinosaurs bust through the brush. And they're little, but I saw Jurassic Park, okay? These guys aren't Old Lace by a long shot. "Now! Try running now!"
'cause this is the part I'm good at.
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Tiny dinosaurs running through the trees was actually somewhat refreshing, once she got over the shock and started to run.
"Move! Let's head South, away from them!"
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Small as they are, the little @$#&ers look pretty nasty.
Usually she's the one doing the leading, but Terry doesn't need to be told anything twice.
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Pushing branches out of the way as she ran, Jean was certain that this was anything but elegant and graceful. It didn't matter. Getting the ragtag team out of harm's way was her first priority. Everything else, could be dealt with later.
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There's no need for her screaming here - not when it won't do a thing to help them - but when she looks forward again, she barely ducks out of the way of a low-hanging tree. A branch, a vine, something whips by her forehead, and Terry finds herself letting out a short yell, half in frustration, half in pain.
This is already rating as one of her least favorite outings ever.
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"Hey, ugly!" I call out, trying to distract tall, dark and gruesome away from the girls. Women. Females. The dino closest to Siryn whips around and fixes me with I can only assume is a big ol' dino glare. And I gotta say, times like these? I'm almost happy that I can't really see right now.
"Yeah, you!" I carry on, waving my arms so I'll catch the attention of the others. In order for my plan to work, I need to get them closer together. One by one, they drop away from the hunt and start to circle yours truly. "That's right, come to Uncle Spidey -- GOTCHA!"
The dino to my right strikes, but I manage to dodge him at the last second with a backflip that's far from my usual standards. Still, it's not like this is the Olympics. I use the sudden gain of height to my advantage, firing off webs at both cylinders until all five dinos are half-mummified and hanging from a particularly large tree.
"That'll teach 'em to play with their food."
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"Nice," I say, just a little too aware of how juvenile that sounds, before continuing to move forward. I don't need to go fast or far - I just need to see if I can spot something around here I can use to cut myself. It'd be a lot easier if I had Chase's switchblade, but that's back with the Leapfrog and Chase himself, wherever that might be. If I can just get the Staff of One, I could probably manage a teleportation spell or at least something to give us a little height... "If we get above the treeline, we could see if there's anything around. It'd give us an idea which way to go."
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"Good plan. We can wisecrack when we're up there too," she said, turning her direction slightly to head up hill. "This way, towards the summit."
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"Thank ye," she tells Spider-Man, before starting after Jean. It's all she'll offer him.
She's come to expect the unexpected in her line of work, but every once in a while, something still surprises Terry. Ending up in a jungle with dinosaurs? Sure. Losing her power? Horrifying, but nothing she hasn't handled (badly) before.
Woman in a wedding dress falling out of a tree in the dinosaur infested jungle? She's got to give this place points.
Terry starts for the woman, slowing down only when she realizes someone had been there to catch her -- and her surprise can only go so bloody far, honestly.
"Gambit?"