New superhero!!!

Hi everyone!
Recently I've made a couple new superheroes. The one I'm most excited about is Ember Letron. Here's her profile:
Name: TecBom
Alter-ego: Ember Letron
Powers: Good with tecnology, can turn invisible
Description: Shy, quiet, seems to have a shady background (details change or don't add up, etc)
Origin: unfinished
Biggest pet peeves: Being untrusted, liars
Baddies: H.I.L.T, (a reverse S.H.I.E.L.D.) 
Relations: No known relations
Costume: Unknown
Daywear: Unknown.

I'll put this in Profiles For Reference, but I just really wanted to post this because I'm SO EXCITED!!!!! She seems really cool and I think she could be one of the 'greats'. Goodnight!
~Kaytie

Just So You Know...

Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I am currently in process of 'updating' my blog. I'm changing backgrounds and colors and a bunch of different stuff. I just wanted to say please excuse whatever 'mess' there is, and if you notice anything please let me know so I can try to fix it. Thanks!

Will

It has occured to me that I haven't explained two things to you yet, one being the MishMash symbol (and all the other symbols, I just realized) and the other being Will. Unfortunately, the first one's going to have to wait, for simple reasons such as Photobucket won't work for me. The second one is a lot easier to explain (sort of). Here's the story for you.
(Disclaimer: I wrote this a LONG time ago. It needs editing badly as you will notice. I'm working on it currently. There's one spot I just HAD to mark out, it's that bad. Don't judge.)

                                                                  Cold Ice

It was late August, the first day of school. It was a blazing hot day, yet I still felt a chill when I first looked into his icy blue eyes…

“Every one, this is William Helado. He is just starting Midtown High, so please make him feel welcome here.” Acting Principal/Agent Coulson announces. He is standing in the middle of the cafeteria, next to a blond, spiky haired boy. The boy, William, is wearing a pale blue, long sleeved, button down shirt and khakis. I see some of the older boys nudge each other and grin significantly. I quickly stand up and make my own announcement.

“And if I see anyone- and I mean anyone- teasing or bullying him or anyone else, remember my threat to Flash goes to everyone.” Their grins fade. Will glares at me as I motion him over to our table.

“Why did you go and do that for?” He demands as he walks over. “I don’t need your protection.” His voice is deep and rough.

 “I don’t want your first day here to be as hard as mine was. I feel responsible after the threat I made to Flash that day. It’s an instinct.”

“Well, call off your instinct. I don’t need you.”

“Sure you do. I’ll at least watch out for you.”  He sits at our table. I point to the others at the table. “That’s Isabell and Jack. They’re my brother and sister. And that’s MJ, Harry, and Peter.” They greet him as I introduce them. He turns away and crosses his arms.

“I’m only sitting here so I have a place to sit and because you invited me.”

“Come on, you’ll never get friends by acting like that. At least tell us a little about yourself.” He turns around reluctantly.

“I’m William Helado. I grew up in an orphanage and was adopted my Mr. and Mrs. Helado. No one knows my real last name. I’m 14 years old and will be 15 in December. Satisfied?”

“Yes, actually. Because I think we can help you feel better. I grew up in an orphanage too, with my brother and sister. And Peter here grew up with his aunt and uncle. You’re not alone. We know how it feels.”

“Yes, I am alone! No one can ever understand how I feel! I was bullied. I was called a freak. Just because I was different! No one knows how that feels.”

“I do. I was bullied because I was different. I was called much worse than a freak.” My fists are clenched now, more with pain and sorrow than with anger. “I remember what happened in those orphanages very well. I don’t dwell upon it. Just let it go. Nothing can hurt you when you’re here.”

“Yes, they can. They can hurt me just as well here as when I was there. I can’t afford new friends. They would hurt my friends too.” It pained me to here such anguish in his voice. I could see why he was so defensive.

“I can protect you, if you will just let me. I can’t really tell you how, because that could get me into trouble with my dad, but I can.”

“No. I can’t. You don’t know them. But I feel so alone! What can I do?” He pleads. I look at the others. Isabell and Jack are looking at me pityingly, trying to help. MJ, Peter and Harry look slightly shocked. I look back to Will.

“At least you have both a mom and dad. I don’t have a mom. Just my dad. I feel alone too. Except when I’m with my friends. They help me, I help them. We can help you too. Will you let us?” He looks down at his lap.

“OK.  We can try.”

I smile. “Thank you. Now as long as you’re here, nothing can hurt you. And if something happens after school, we can try to help you then too.”

   Later, I’m on my way to Coulsons office, mulling over the events of the day. Will runs up and grabs my hand. “Clair! I need help. They’ve found me and told me to wait behind the school for them.” A concerned look crosses my face.

“I’ll be there. I need to check with my dad first, but I’ll be there right after that. Wait here.” I run the rest of the way to the office and burst in. “Coulson, I may be late coming home. Can you wait for me?” He looks up.

“What for?”

“Will needs some help. He says some bullies found him and told him to wait behind the school. I promised I’d protect him so I should stay to help. Can you wait and give me a ride when I’m done?”

“Sure, but you’re answering to your dad, not me.”

“Sure.” I rush back to Will. “Let’s go.” When we arrive behind the school, they’re already there. The leader, a big, muscular guy steps forward.

“You bring your girlfriend with you? Someone else to beat up?” I meet his gaze.

“More like you’ll be leaving him and me alone.” He laughs.

“Says who? You? A puny girl?”

“I am much more than a puny girl, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, are you? We’ll see about that.” He motions to the others. “Let’s get them, boys!” They rush towards us. I look back at Will.

“Please don’t totally freak out when you see this. And don’t tell anyone.” I unsheathe my claws. Will’s eyes widen as the bullies back up.

“So you are more than a puny girl.” The leader says, grinning menacingly. He holds up two fists. Instantly the ground begins to shake. “I am much more than an ordinary boy, as well!” He yells triumphantly. I narrow my eyes, depending on my sense of smell. I can sense that he’s a mutant, and the other boys have powers as well, but not as strong. “Why didn’t I think of this?” I mentally kick myself. I web the leaders hands down, stopping the earthquake. I know Coulson's going to be asking questions about this. The leaders’ eyes widen in fear.

 “Yo-you stopped me! No one stops Danny Tirp!” He breaks free from my webs and flees. The rest of the gang follow suit. I turn to Will.

“Are you OK? As in, not freaking out?”

“Mostly. But how do you have powers and still seem perfectly normal?”

“It’s not easy, trust me. I do a lot of hero-time to make up for it.”

He sighs.  “I should probably tell you about this, then. Are you hot?”

I nod. Suddenly I feel freezing cold.

“Are you doing that?” I ask wonderingly.

He nods happily.

“I can control temperature. I only discovered it recently, though. I’m still getting used to it.”

I smile.

“You should meet my dad.” I take him to the office. Coulson jumps up.

“Clair! What was that about?”

“Relax, Coulson. It was a gang of mutants. The leader, Danny Tirp, apparently had earthquake powers, or it could have been natural powers. We need to speak to Dad.”

“Are you sure?”  He asks, looking meaningfully at Will.

“Yes, I’m sure. He needs to meet him. He has powers too.” Coulson sighs reluctantly.

“Fine, I’ll trust you.” He instructs us to sit in the chairs before his desk. He hits a button, sending us down into a tunnel, which leads to the C.O.U.R.T., a testing room for new candidates. I place my hand on the small security reader by the door. The door refuses to open. Instead, lasers focus on Will.

”Call them off, Dad!” I shout to the ready room above, where I knew he was watching. “He’s a friend! With powers like me!” The lasers switch off and the door opens. I bring Will to the ready room. “Dad, meet William Helado. He’s new at our school, and it turns out he has powers. Can you help him?”

“Hello to you too, Clair. Why did you bring him to me? I’m not a physiatrist. I don’t help kids.”

“Then why is Peter here? Why are the others here? Why am I here if you don’t help people like him?”

  “Because I took the others in to help them with their technique, to help them fight. I don’t just take in strays!”

Will clears his throat.

“I’m no stray.”

“I know that.” I sooth. “Then why did you take me in?” I continue, turning to Dad.

“Because I knew your parents. Because you needed a home.”

“This kid needs a place to belong. He has a home, but he needs to belong somewhere. Please, help him. I know how it feels to suddenly have powers. I had someone to help me, and look how I ended up.”

“Smarting off at your father is how you ended up.”

“For a good cause! You always encourage me to do what is right. Helping someone like Will is what’s right, and I’m standing up for it!” Will steps forward.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble for me, Clair. Sir, I can help around, do maintenance work. I just need someone to turn to if I need help. I just need somewhere to develop my powers. Once I do that, I can just leave you alone, if that’s what you want.”

Dad’s expression softens.

“Will, I can let you develop your powers here, I can be someone to turn to, but I can’t let you work for it. If you ever need help, I’ll be here.”

“Me too.” I volunteer.

“Thank you so much!” Will smiles. I take his hand.

“Come on, I’ll show you the training room.”

The training room is already being used when we get there. We walk in to see Spidey, White Tiger, Iron Fist, Power Man, and Nova taking on Shield training bots we call LMDs, short for Life Model Decoy. I offer to lend a hand. When accepted, I unsheath my claws and look at Will. “Watch this.” I leap towards a LMD currently attacking Power Man. We quickly take care of it together, then start on another one bearing down on us. Before we can do anything, Will claps his hands together and points them toward the robot. The LMD is instantly incased in ice.

“Was that you?” Asks Power Man, amazed. He nods, a little wonderingly. I grin at him encouragingly.

“Try again. You’re getting it!” He turns to another LMD and concentrates. The robot melts into red-hot goop.

“That was pure vibranium. One of the hardest metals to melt. How did you DO that?” I exclaim.

“I just put a lot of heat into it. I hardly ever use the heat, though. Mainly just the cold.”  Spidey and the others start towards us.
“Will, was that you?” Ava asks. He nods. Just as he finishes explaining, Dad rushes in.

“Clair, Wolverine and Sabertooth are going at it down there, right in the middle of the city. Could you go lend a hand? You know him the best; he’ll probably listen to you better.”

“Yeah, he’ll listen to me while my head is getting clawed off by a maniac fur ball. Dad, Logan isn’t exactly the easiest person to help. And Sabertooth is no Batroc the Leaper.”

“At least remind him to move out of the city. They’re too close and putting citizens in danger.”I sigh. “Fine.”

“Good.” He hands me a vest and tells me to put it on. Once I do, he says, “Pull the red ring to activate. Try not to die.” He hits a small button and a trapdoor slides open beneath me, sending me hurtling towards the city. I hurriedly search for the red ring he was talking about, hoping to do so before I end up squashed on Main Street. I find it and tug hard, activating a black parachute with the Shield emblem in the center. I float gently down to the scene of the fight. Once I land, a little away from the fight, I shout, “Logan! You need to move this fight away from the city!” Sabertooth sees me and snarls.

“What are you doing here, girl? Are you a friend of Logan’s?”

“Why does everyone assume I’m just a girl?” I sigh.

“What are you doing, Clair?” Logan yells.

“Dad says to move the fight away from the city. You guys are putting citizens in danger.” I duck a car thrown by Sabertooth, who’s apparently not happy for my company.

“You risked your life to tell me that I could hurt people I don’t even know?”

“It’s called being a hero. Try it sometime.”

“Point taken. I’ll go.”

“Do you need help?”

“Nah, its Sabertooth. He’s easy. Anyway, I fight my own battles.”

“Just fight them where you won’t hurt anyone.” He nods. Turning to Sabertooth, he shouts, “Catch me if you can!” and rushes to some sort of X-cycle.

“What, not taking your little friend?” Snarls Sabertooth menacingly. He grabs me by the wrist and rushes after Logan.

“I don’t think so!” I growl, struggling.

“I think so. Any friend of Logan is an enemy of mine.” He grins. “At least bait.”

Quietly, I slip my comm up to my mouth.

“Dad, I need-“Before I can finish Sabertooth notices and smashes the comm.
“Figured you’d have something like that to contact someone. Who were you trying to reach? Xavier?”

“No one you would know.” I glower, secretly pleased, knowing that in my comm is a tracking device. When smashed, it sends off an emergency signal directly to Shield. A few minutes later, we catch up to Logan, who is waiting for us in a field outside of town. At the sight of Sabertooth dragging me, he lets out a low growl.

“Leave her out of this, Sabertooth.”

“Friend of my enemy is my enemy.” Sabertooth replies, his voice as low and menacing as Logan’s.

“I’m right here!” I complain.

“Silence!” Roars Sabertooth, flinging me to the ground. I tumble along until I come to a stop beside Logan, who helps me up.

“Smart move. Now you have two to deal with.” I smile confidently.

“Yeah, so what? A puny girl and a gray old man with blunt claws.” He mocks.

“Really, people, when will you ever learn? I’m so much more than just a girl!” I sigh, unsheathing my claws.

“Oh, you’ve got a clone, Logan?” Sabertooth laughs.

“More than that!” I exclaim, webbing his feet to the ground. He easily breaks my webbing, however. “Try again.” I continue.

“So you’re not an X-man, are you?”

“Exactly. Ever hear of Shield? I’m an agent from there. And they’ve probably discovered that you took me. It’ll be only a short amount of time until they send someone.”

“Sorry to crash the party.” A new voice rings out. I look up to see Will drifting towards us with another parachute.

“Will! What are you doing here?” I cry.

“Saving you, orders of your dad.” He says, landing gently. I take another look, startled. Instead of his usual button down shirt and khakis, he’s wearing a dark blue one-piece costume with thick silver stripes on the waist, down the arms, and along the sides.

“But that’s-“I begin.

“The costume you designed? Your dad told me they had already made it and held it back until it was needed.”

“But he never told me! We’re going to talk when we get home.”

“Who is he?” Logan interrupts.

“A new kid at our school. Also a mutant recently discovered.”

“Ah, so that’s the new mutant gene Cerebro discovered. We haven’t been able to trace his signal.”

“That’s because he was on the Tricarrier. You can tell Professor X he’s in good hands.”

“That I will do. I consider your hands capable enough to deal with it.”

“Anyway, how are we getting back?” I ask Will.

“With this little device.” He answers, holding up his wrist. “I just have to get it hot and it’ll redirect the heat to underneath us, lifting us up. Like a hot-air balloon.”

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere!” Sabertooth snarls. Leaping forward, he crushes the small device the same way he had my comm. “Oops, did I break your little Shield toy?”

 “Now what?” I ask.

“He’s getting mad and dangerous. Use your webs.” Logan advises.

“Oh, right. I forgot my webs. Hold on tight, Will. See ya!” I shoot a strand of webbing and secure it to the Tricarrier far above us.

   The next day, just before school, news comes in. Apparently, Sabertooth wasn’t done with Logan. Everyone else had been ordered to stay on the premises, but I had talked my way to school. It took some begging for Dad (Slightly helped by the fact he is my dad,); coupled with the promise I would come directly home.

“After all, what could Sabertooth do to me at school?” I ask.

Later, an unexpected announcement comes over the PA.
“Hello, kiddies. If I were you, I would run, unless you want to find out just what types of security precautions were installed. If you are not Spiderman, run. Enjoy, Taskmaster."   Alarms go off, along with the lights. As it is a sunny day, this is a minor setback to all the running and screaming. Students pour out of the door, all except two. Me and Will. We rush to the locker rooms and change, and then meet up in the now-empty hallway.

“Taskmaster.”  I whisper. “What is up with him? I thought he was in jail.”

“Who is Taskmaster?” Asks Will.

“An assassin. He can copy anyone’s fighting style.  Hates Coulson, hates my dad, and probably hates me. Says my dad double-crossed him at some point.”

“Did he?”

“I don’t know. I don’t believe Dad would do that. Anyway, focusing on the present, we’ll probably find Taskmaster in Coulsons office. Let’s go.” We race to the office. There we find Coulson, tied to his chair and knocked out. “This was Taskmaster’s doing. It’s his scent on the rope.” I growl. The door bursts open behind us.

“Well, not exactly Spider-man, but you two will do.” A raspy voice sounds behind us. We whirl around, discovering Taskmaster. I quickly come up with a short-term plan.

“Will, follow me!” I shout, running forward and rolling into Taskmasters legs. He topples over, leaving the doorway clear for me and Will to scramble through. We race down the hallway until we come across two open lockers, in which we hide. A sword skitters along the closed locker doors, occasionally jabbing through the vents.

“Come on out!” Taskmaster says. “Come out or I’ll make you.”

“As you wish!” I say, leaping out before him.

“Ah, decided to come and play? Where’s your friend?”

“Coming through!” Yells Will, jumping out right beside him, bumping him and knocking him over.

“Go!” I shout. We race to the gym, carefully avoiding booby-traps.

“It’s not safe here.” I mutter, glancing around. “No protection. Let’s go upstairs.”

As we race upstairs, we notice Flash, ensnared in a net.

“Hold still.” I order him, slicing through the net. “Now, go, and avoid other booby-traps.”

“Are you a superhero? I’ve never seen you.” He asks a little awed.

“I’m sure you have, just didn’t recognize me. Now go! Taskmaster isn’t the safest villain to play around with.” He nods and runs down the stairs. We continue up the stairs, finding a small classroom near the stairway. I glance around approvingly. "Good cover, close to an exit, not an ideal hiding place but it’ll work.” We settle in, just when Taskmaster finds us. Hiding in a small supply cabinet, I keep my eyes on the desk where Will is hiding.

“I know you’re in here.” Taskmaster says, pulling out his sword. “Don’t you think it’s time you came out and fought with honor?”

“Could be.” I agree, stepping out and motioning for Will to do the same. We face him for a few moments. I quietly unsheath my claws. Suddenly he attacks, kicking out.

“No idea who you’ve been fighting, but that fighting style is terrible!” I taunt.

“You should know, you work with him.” He returns, kicking once more.
“Who? Deadpool? What makes you think I work with him?” I ask, returning the kicks with slashes from my claws.

“Not Deadpool. If I’ve fought Deadpool, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I think I’m a page or two behind you guys.” Will notes, helping me. “Who is Deadpool?”

“An incredibly annoying mercenary.” Taskmaster and I reply in unison. By this time, our backs are to the door, Taskmasters’ to the wall. With a snarl he rushes towards us, tossing me through the stair railing behind me. The stairs go in a square spiral, so instead of stairs beneath me, I’m falling three stories below into the basement. Just before I’m out of reach, Will grabs my hand. After a struggle, Will ends up hanging from the broken edge of the railing, still hanging onto me. Taskmaster kneels by the edge.

“I originally came for Spiderman. However, since he’s not here and you two are, my objective has changed. I’ve been looking for new recruits. Would you join me?”

“Never!” I shout up. “Will! Don’t listen to him!”

“You could be stronger! Powerful like never before! I can help you to get to your fullest potential. Unlike that double-crossing Fury. He cheated me, he cheated all of us. Come with me, young Will, and achieve your dreams.” Taskmaster offers, holding out a hand.

“No, Will! He’s a villain! He’s evil! Don’t listen to him! Dad would never double-cross you! He wouldn’t do that to anyone! Please, don’t!” Will looks down at me.

“How do you know? How does anyone know?”

“Because he’s my father! I know him more than anyone else and I also know he would never do that!”

He looks at me sorrowfully.

“Sorry, Clair.” He lets go. It seemed so slow, that moment. Me falling, Will taking the hand Taskmaster offered. I hit the floor with a crunch, but hardly notice the pain. Taskmasters triumphant laugh rings over the stairway.

“I have him now! And soon, you’ll be next! Give that news to your traitor father and just wait till he betrays you!”

I sink down, sobbing. A half-hour later, Dad finds me, still crying.

“Clair. We heard what happened.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.” I say, hugging him tight.

“I understand.” He answers tenderly, stroking my hair.

“We can get him back, right? There’s still hope for him?”

“Clair. What happened, happened because Will made the choice. There may not be a chance to get him back. Not without drastic measures we’re not prepared to take.”

“You know I won’t give up, do you? He was a friend to me. I can’t give up on him!”

“Clair, you need to let go. Now let’s get to the Tricarrier.” I nod, but I know I’ll never be able to let go until I try to get him back. I know I won’t give up, ever.

      Later, I stand in my room, staring out the window, trying to find a way to save him and knowing I can’t. Someone comes in and I turn away.

“I still don’t want to talk about it.” I say sullenly, expecting Dad.

“You need to. It helps.” A new voice says. Cap comes and stands beside me without looking at me, just looking out the window. “It hurts to lose someone. Especially the way you did.”

“I didn’t lose him. There may be some way to get him back.”

“Clair, you need to understand that though there is a slim chance he may change his mind, it’s still very slim. You need to let go and just let it be.”

“Did you give up on Bucky?”

He sighs. "That was different."

"No, it wasn't. This is just the same. The same pain."

“Clair, I know. I’ve done this before. It’s not healthy to keep brooding over it. “

“I don’t care! I just can’t forget it! I can’t get rid of the idea that there’s still a chance for him! I know I can’t give up until I give it a try, so why even try to give up?”

“I can see your point. I know your dad told you to leave it, but… do you want help?”

“Sorry. This is something I should do alone. But if I ever need backup, you’ll be the first to know.”

“I understand. Everyone has their personal battles.”  He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks me in the eye. “I know this hurts. I’ve felt it myself. Just about anyone has. I’m sure any one of them will tell you it helps in the long run to talk about it. I’m not saying you have to, or even tell me about it, but I strongly advise to talk about it to someone.” I sigh.

“Alright. I feel… it’s hard to find the words. Like there’s something missing, I guess. It’s one of hardest ways for evil to win. By taking a friend. I just keep replaying it in my head. Will letting go, falling, Will climbing up with Taskmaster. Then Taskmaster laughing and informing me that I would be next. Then just feeling helpless and crying till Dad found me.” He nods slowly.

“I know. I felt the same way when I found out everyone I loved was gone. When I lost Bucky. When so many men died during the war. But it was worse for me because there was no way to get them back. At least you still have a chance to get him back.”

“You were right. It helps to talk. Did you talk to anyone?”

“Yep. I talked to your dad. He was a big help.”

“But Dad would just crush my hopes of having him back again. He’s done it so many times already.”

“Remember your dad loves you. He probably just wants to make sure you won’t be so disappointed if he really is gone.”

“I know. Thanks, Cap.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to think now.” He turns and leaves, leaving me alone. I sit on the bed. Dad comes in and I stand up.

“I think I can talk about it now.”

“That’s good. Are you still going to go find him?”

“I can’t lie. Yes, I will still try. I just can’t get it out of my head.”

“What exactly happened?”

“I keep replaying it in my head. We were at school, when alarms went off.” I recount the whole adventure, hesitating at the part where we were hanging from the railing. “And Taskmaster told him he could be at his full potential, and that you would just betray him like you did him. Then after more debate, Will just looked at me sadly and said ‘Sorry, Clair’ and just let go. I hit the ground hard but didn’t feel anything. Taskmaster laughed and told me I would be next and to give that news to you.”

“You fell to the ground? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t think so. I might have a bruise, but nothing serious. Dad, did you ever really betray Taskmaster?”

“Clair, if I ever did anything like that, it would be for a good reason.”

“You don’t betray anyone for even a good reason.”
“It was… a hard choice. He was a good person. Until something happened, and it was necessary to put him in jail. He saw that as a betrayal, and it just made him worse. It was just a bad choice.”
“You would never do something like that to me, would you? Even if it were necessary?”

“If it were necessary, I would know that you are strong enough to take it. I know for a fact it wouldn’t hurt you in the least.” He smiles.

“How do you know?”
“Because you’re my daughter and I know you better than anyone else.”

“So you know I have to go find Will.”

“I know. I don’t approve of it, but I know nothing I could say would stop you.”

“Thank you.” I sigh.

“For what?”
“For listening. For understanding.”

“Then you’re most definitely welcome.” He leaves. I sit back down on my bed, thinking. Soon I have a plan.

I infiltrate Taskmaster's base

       The next day, I go knocking at Taskmaster’s door- literally. I stand tapping my foot as Taskmaster answers. As soon as he opens the door, I demand, “Where’s Will?”

“I don’t know. He left an hour ago.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“No. Just said he had a score to settle and he wasn’t satisfied with what I was teaching him.” My heart leaps. Maybe he was coming back! I turn away.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have someone to find.”

“Just a minute. It’s not every day a hero turns up on my doorstep.”

‘This was a terrible idea.’ I think, realizing his plan. 

“Actually, I can send someone else your way. Maybe Cap. But I’m slightly busy and I can’t really take the time to deal with you. Bye!” I start running towards the gate. A snap from his fingers and the gate swings shut immediately. “I just wanted to find-“I begin, turning back around, but a voice interrupts me.

“Looking for me?” I turn back to the gate and see Will. Apparently Taskmaster had taught him something after all, as he is floating a few feet above the ground, probably because of his heat power. I start towards him.

“Will! I-“He holds up a hand.

“Not a step closer.” His voice is cold. I stop short.

“Will! I’ve been looking for you!” I try again, hoping the cold reception was just a fake, that it wasn’t true.

“So I hear. I’ve been looking for you too.”

“Really?” I start forward again. He points a finger at me.

“I said, don’t come closer.” Ice shoots out of his finger and encases my feet, making me unable to walk. I realize it’s real: he has turned truly evil. There is no hope. He is gone.   I try to hold myself together. “Will, please listen! I am your friend!”

“Not anymore.” He says, landing. He walks up to me. “Your father is a traitor! You would have betrayed me too! How can I trust you?” He yells, spitting out each word. Almost like it hurts him. Or like he hates me. “You were setting me up. You were lying the whole time! Pretending to be my friend!” His voice is deeper, rougher. “You would have just betrayed me all along. Like your father.”

“Will, please. You can’t really believe that.”

“Who says I can’t?” He demands, thrusting his face close to mine. I hold up my hands, trying to calm him down.

“No one. I just meant, how could you believe Dad would do something like that? You met him! He let you stay at the Tricarrier! He was a friend to you too!”
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“You don’t. That’s why you have to trust me! I helped you with those bullies! I’ve given you every reason to trust me.”

“Those bullies?” He scoffs. “I took care of them. The world is a better place.”

“You killed them?” I ask, aghast.

“They put up an honorable fight. The problem was, they didn’t have anyone to help them. It was just them, all alone, in a dark street last night, fighting an invisible enemy. Like you will be soon.”

“I have people to help me.” I reply to the threat. “I don’t fight alone like you.” He scowls.

“I won’t for long. Soon I will find friends.”

“Who?”

“None of your business.”

“Will-“I start again.

“Don’t call me that.” He interrupts. “My name is Ice Age.”

“Ice Age? Why Ice Age?”

“The world should go back to the Ice Age. Think of how many things were invented during that time period! If we could go back, what else could we invent? The thing is we can. That is, if we were led by me. I’m the only one who can turn the world back. With my powers, we can go back and live in the Ice Age!” Apparently I had gotten him on his favorite subject: world domination.

“World domination. What a diverse bad-guy goal. Most of them just want money.”

“It’s not world domination. It’s helping people.”

“You killed people. Just how is that helping them?”

“The Plan has oppositions that must be eliminated.”

“That seems more like a personal grudge. Wait; did you call it The Plan?”

“That seems like an appropriate name, yes.” 

“So what exactly are we doing here? I’m apparently an opposition to The Plan, so are you going to eliminate me?”

“I could.” He admits. “But I just wanted to show you what will happen in the future. I hope you will join me. I must go now.” He turns and leaps over the gate, leaving my feet still encased in rapidly melting ice. I try not to cry, especially with Taskmaster still behind me. I quickly use my claws to cut me free from the ice. Standing, I head towards the gate again.

“Wait!” Yells Taskmaster. “I wasn’t done!” I turn, anger burning in my eyes at the interruption.

“Really? You want to mess with me right now?” I yell.

‘Um, never mind.” He says, taken aback. I continue on my way to the Tricarrier. Once there, I go straight to my room without talking to anyone and flop down on the bed, crying. Soon, Dad comes in, worried.

“I didn’t know you came back.” He says. I ignore him. “What happened?” He asks.

“I don’t want to talk.” I mutter into my pillow.

“I understand.” He remains sitting on my bed, waiting it out. Finally I sigh and roll over, eyes red.

“OK, I’ll talk about it.” I recount the encounter, including the conversation in detail. “And he just left, saying he hoped I would join him. And I miss him already. It’s worse now, because I know I've lost him.”

“I know.” I hug him.

“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.” We go to the helm together. I make an announcement.

“Everyone, I have bad news. We’ve lost Will Helado, who was an agent for a brief time. You have all heard of what happened yesterday and now we know the worst has taken place. He has turned completely evil now. I had hoped there was a way to get him back, but after the last encounter, all hope is gone. My condolences to anyone who knew him. Please, if there are any new or recent reports of any type of villain attack using ice or temperature powers, please bring the file directly to me.” I turn away, ending the message. Dad asks me if I want to talk some more. I shake my head. I head to the fitness room and find the one piece of equipment I need: the punching bag.

   A week later, I’m punching the bag again. For the thousandth time. Reports had been pouring in, all dumped on my desk. It takes me hours to go through and weed out the ones that can’t be him. Then by the time I act on the ones that are him, they’re all cold trails. This time, I’m punching out frustration more than sadness. I finish just as Peter walks in.

“Still punching?” He asks, concerned.

“Just finished. Back to reports.” I reply with a fake note of cheerfulness in my voice. He puts a hand on my shoulder.

“You should take a break. All you’ve done for a week is check reports, kill the punching bag, and sleep. You probably need some variety in your life at some point. At least come to school tomorrow?”

“OK.” I agree, then sigh. “I wish there was an easier way to find him. There are so many reports and they’re all cold by the time I get to the ones that matter.”

“Want some help?” Peter offers. “The team and I can help sort the files, at least.” I nod.

“Yeah, thanks. I will take a break, though. Want to go out and have supper somewhere? I’m sure Dad won’t mind, as long as I do something outside of looking for Will.”

“Yeah, as long as you pay. I’m broke.”

“Alright. I have enough for burgers, at least.”

    A few minutes later, Peter and I talk over burgers and shakes. We talk about anything, everything, nothing, just as long as we stay away from the one topic I’ve focused on all week: Will. As we finish, we hear a commotion outside. Looking out the window, I groan. Sabertooth wasn’t done with Logan, apparently. And they’re too close to citizens again. “Well, here’s something to distract me.” I sigh. We rush to the bathrooms to change and then head out the door. “Logan! Don’t forget the citizens!” I shout, shredding a lamp pole just before it crashes into a screaming couple.

“What’re you doing?” He yells.

“We’re trying to help!” Answers Peter.

“Why are you with this annoying bug?” Logan growls.

“He’s helping me with Will. I assume you’ve heard?”

“Sorry for you.”

“Aw, are we getting soft, Logan?” Sabertooth grins.

“Nope!” Logan rushes at Sabertooth, claws out. He leaps and slashes at Sabertooth, but hardly does anything. Peter and I rush to help him.

“Oh, now there are two of you?” Sabertooth groans. “Two too many. Shall we get rid of some of the competition?” He turns and smashes into me with the back of his hand, sending me flying a few feet away. Before I can get up, he kneels on me, claws ready. But just before he strikes, Logan leaps onto him, distracting him. Glad for the interruption, I stand and leap at Sabertooth as well. With Peter’s help we pin him down. Logan looms over him, claws extended.

“Logan, don’t.” I protest, knowing what he’s about to do. “Killing never did anything.”

“It’s rid the world of many pests.”

“Maybe. But it’s also hurt people, innocent people. Remember the ‘protecting those who can’t protect themselves’?”

“I don’t quite understand what you mean here.”
“I mean, protect them from the sorrow they can’t stop.”

“What does this have to do with anything? It’s not like someone would miss him.”

“Killing anyone will never help anything. There’s probably someone who would hate you even more than he does because you killed him. Just subdue him and move on. Get him into prison and leave it alone.”

“Alright.” He backs off and lets me knock him out. Peter webs him to the ground. Logan and I shake hands.

“Next time?” He asks.

“See you then.” I reply. I move to where Peter is helping move Sabertooth into the police van.

“Why do you protect me?” Asks Sabertooth, slightly groggy.

“I don’t kill, no matter what. But you’re lucky I stopped Logan this time.”

“Was it because of your friend? What if I could tell you where he is?” My heart leaps but I maintain a straight face. If he saw how excited I am, he would make it harder to get.

“What if you can? Where is he?” He leans forward conspiringly.

“Tomorrow at 3:00 there’s a meeting of some sort. I wasn’t invited but I heard it through the grapevine. He’ll be there.” My face darkens.

“How do I know I can trust you?”
“I’m taking a huge risk telling you this. If they find out I told…”

“You wouldn’t be breathing fairly soon?”
“Exactly. But don’t bring anyone with you. They’ll kill you all if more than one shows up.”

“Where is this meeting?”

“The abandoned warehouse off Main Street.”

“I know where you’re talking about. I’ll be there.”

“And you won’t tell anyone I told you?”

“No promises.” I turn away and make my way to Peter.

“You’re not going, are you?” Peter sighs, already knowing the answer.

“I have to take the risk.”

“It could be an ambush.”

“I know. I’ll be ready. I have to see him again, at least.”

“I know.” We head back to the Tricarrier.

  Later, Dad comes in to find me researching on the computer for homework. “I thought you would be checking reports.” He says, surprised.”Have you given up?”

“No. I know where he is now. I’m going after him tomorrow.”

“Need backup?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” I consider telling him about what Sabertooth said, but then decide not to. If he knew, he would probably not let me go. And I have to go.

“Well, maybe you’ll find him tomorrow. Good luck. Are you sure about going after him still?”

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s my fault I didn’t go after him while I had him there with me. It’s my fault he’s still on the loose.”

“Blaming yourself does nothing, except make you feel bad.”

“I know, but I already feel bad. It sort of makes me want to take it out on Taskmaster but I know that won’t help either. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Everyone has their own ways of dealing with it. Blaming themselves never works, and most find out the hard way. Just find a way to deal with the sadness and don’t blame yourself.”

“Thanks. It all ends tomorrow. For now, I’ll use the punching bag if it gets too much, OK?”

“Good. A healthy way to let it out that doesn’t hurt anyone. I should have used a punching bag.”

“You’ve done this too?”

“Everyone has. I bet of you ask anyone, they can tell you how they dealt with it.”

“How did you deal with it?”

“I said anyone, not me.”

“Sometimes having a master of keeping secrets for a dad is so annoying.”

“I do my best.” After a little more talk, Dad leaves me to sleep, telling me I need it for tomorrow. I crash onto my bed, suddenly exhausted, knowing it’ll all end tomorrow.

    The next day, at 2:30, I show up at the warehouse. I had decided beforehand it would be easier to take them down if I use the element of surprise. Most powers require concentration. If I can get them down before they can concentrate, my fight will go much better. Then I can start on Will. I smell someone approach, but the scent is weak. I can’t tell who it is, but it seems familiar. I crouch down on the rafter that I hid myself on just as the door swings open. Sabertooth rushes inside, looking around.

‘A trap. I should have known.’ I mentally kick myself. But then a voice rings through the door.

“Find her. Don’t kill her.” I instantly recognize the voice as Will’s. Evidently he’s been looking for me also. I jump down in front of Sabertooth and quickly disable him. I turn to Will, fierce determination on my face.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Wi- Ice Age. Just come peacefully and this will be over.” He considers.

“No.”

“Please, this will hurt me more than it will you. Just surrender and no one will hurt.”

“Pain is good.”

“What?”

“Your pain is good.”

“I thought we were friends!”

“No.” Apparently evil has made him untalkitive.

“OK, then. Just remember this hurts both of us.”

“I do not feel pain.” I start towards him, sadness boiling over. I start slowly, then gain speed and confidence with every step. Soon I rush at him, claws extended. I jump at him, then find myself floating, the air underneath me hot. Will has the same blank countenance throughout the whole ordeal. I’m slung around, then tossed into a wall.

“You will pay for making me trust you.” Each word comes out rounded, unconnected to the one before or after. He forms a block of ice above me, then lets it drop, crushing me. I can barley breath until he melts it, soaking me. Coughing, I rise, hot anger rising in my chest. Anger at him, at Taskmaster… at myself. I try to blame it on something else, but realize it’s all my fault. And there’s nothing I can do. I make up my mind and rush at him again, before he can react. I jump on him, knocking him down. I stare down into his unmoved face, tears streaking my face.

“This is my fault. I’m sorry.” I press certain spots on his neck, knocking him out. I wrap him in webbing and attach him to my back, heading to the Tricarrier. Technically I’m not allowed to transport villains by myself, but this is a special case. I’m sure Dad would understand.

   “What were you thinking?” Dad yells, pacing before me. “Going on untrusted info like that, without even backup! You could have been killed! I thought I taught you better than that. Someday you need to learn that just because it’s a personal fight, the rules don’t change.” Throughout the lecture, I stand with my head down, silent tears on my cheeks. When the ranting winds down, I speak.

“There are exceptions to every rule, to every code. One of the hardest things to learn is when those apply. I felt like they applied to this situation. I’m sorry if I didn’t call it right. I did what I thought was right. I’m sorry.”  His expression softens.

“And I’m sorry if I was too harsh. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, when I know how you feel now.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not, and you know it. You can’t find a reason for it, and so you blame yourself. We talked about this.”

“I know. But it just seems so easy to blame it on me. I don’t want to blame it on Will. He was my friend. And blaming it on Taskmaster just seems far-fetched.”

“I… I don’t know what to say. I can’t make you do anything. I can only advise you to let it go.”

“I need some alone time.” I turn and head back to the punching bag.

    Three days later, I finish a punching session and head to my room, to find Cap waiting for me. “What are you doing here?” was my predictable reaction.

“I came to talk. Your dad told me you’ve been brooding over what happened.”

“So what?”

“So, it’s not healthy to. You need variety in your life, other than brooding, fighting him, the brooding again. Do something!”

“Like what? Forget about him?”

“I never said that. It’s good to remember failures. Just don’t get depressed over them.”

“He wasn’t a failure. He was an innocent boy I failed to protect. I promised to protect those who can’t protect themselves.”

“He can protect himself. It was his fault, not yours.”

“I don’t understand why people keep coming to talk about it! I would rather deal with it as I want. Just leave. Please. I’m tired of people telling me their sorry, to let it go, to move on.” I shout in a fit of frustration. He frowns.

“Alright. I’m right here if you need me.”

  The next morning when I wake up, I roll over to find Cap reading a book in my desk chair, waiting. I groan and roll over. Incidents like this happens all week: walking with me on the way to school, standing by my locker after school, sitting on my bed when I do homework, basically shadowing me all day long. He never said anything, just followed me. Finally one day when I leave my room and see him standing in the hallway, I ask, irritated, “What do you want?”

“I told you I was right here when you were ready to talk. Fury gave me permission to follow you until you broke down.”  

“So this was Dad’s idea too?”

“Yep. Talk.” I lead the way back into my room and sit in the desk chair.

“Fine. I miss Will.”

“There’s a start.” 

  We seem unable to talk in full sentences.

“I blame myself. Everyone tells me not to.”

“I did. Sorry.”

“I know. I want to… I’m not sure. I don’t know what to do. I just feel helpless.”

“Get active. Come over to the Avenger Tower and I’ll train you and Isabel.”

“How will that help?”

“It’ll get you moving. Raise your heartbeat. Help you forget.”

“OK. I’ll be there. And we can talk more then.”

“Good.”

   The next afternoon, I head to the Avenger Tower to meet Cap and Isabel. I head straight to the training room, trying to avoid the obvious sympathy radiating from the others. “Clair! Hi! Where have you been?” Greets Isabel. 

“Depressed. Which is why I’m here. Your dad says training will help.”

“I didn’t think you could even BE depressed in the first place.”

“Trust me; I have been for almost a month. That’s why I haven’t been in school.”

“Yeah, I heard what happened. I’m s-“

“Please don’t. I’ve kind of gotten tired of people telling me that.”

“Well, then, I’m not sorry.”

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” I laugh, then realize I haven’t done that in a long time.“That’s something I haven’t done in awhile.”

“Good.” Cap says, coming up behind me. “It’s working already. I thought Bell would have some effect on you. Let’s get started.”

  After the training session, we head upstairs to have lunch together. I know someday I’ll be able to truly forget Will. Someday we will fight once more and that day won’t end it, neither the next time nor the next. Nothing can erase this event and nothing can stop the consequence. But someday the pain will leave. Someday I will forget. And that someday will come soon.

                                                                           The end 

Fanart!!

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Here's some random drawings I've been doing recently. All of these are MishMash, of course, but soon I'll have some others. Sorry some of these are sideways, that's the only way I could get the whole paper and I'm still not sure how to make them right-side-up. Enjoy!

MishMash's Origin

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So, obviously, the first order of business would be to post MishMash's origin, right? Well, it's slightly complicated. I wrote the story years ago, but upon reading it again some monthes ago, I noted changes that would make it better. So technically I'm still editing it. But here's some that I've already edited that I thought my dear readers would love. So enjoy this bit, and soon I'll have more!
(Quick note: This happened soon after the Battle of New York. And yes, Coulson's alive.)

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                                                            Where It Began

 Nothing out of the ordinary was happening. It was just another fight, another weakling girl being bullied by big, strong boys. The fight ends badly for the girl. She runs, finally, ignoring the shouts behind her as she flees her tormenters. She runs into the girl’s room, to her lonely bunk bed in the corner. She flings herself across the bed and weeps for the parents she never knew, the life she never had. She cries for herself, for the friend who was adopted before her, for her Savior. Most of all, she cries for a rescue. For someone to save her from this nightmare called being an orphan.

 Far above this girl, a man, sitting in a dark office, watches me weep via a small screen.

“When do we go?” Another man asks, watching the footage as well.

“Patience, Coulson. We go tomorrow.”

  The next day, I sit at breakfast, sketching in a small notebook. The orphanage head, Miss Ruter, interrupts. “Dear, there’s a potential adopter wanting to see you.” I take one last bite and hurry after her, wondering who it could be. Nobody’s ever wanted to adopt me. Behind my back they call me an ‘unwanted’, to my face they tell me nobody’s found me yet. I don’t believe that, but what could I say? I step into the small parlor and stop, startled. Standing inside is a tall, dark-skinned man wearing a black cape and an eyepatch. In the corner, another man scans the room. He’s a little shorter and has lighter skin and brown hair. The man in the middle of the room sees me and motions for me to sit.

“What's your name?” He asks kindly.

“Clair.” I answer nervously.

“Clair…” He says to himself thoughtfully. “Any last name?” He asks louder, so I can hear him.

“No, sir. No one can remember my last name. I was dropped off one night thirteen years ago at a different orphanage by someone no one recognized or remembers. I’ve changed orphanages six times since then.”

“For what reasons?”

“Mostly because they were too full.”

“Was the first orphanage here in NY?”

“Yes. I’ve only been in an orphanage that was in a different state once, and that was in Main.”

 The man standing in the corner clears his throat. “Sir, we should get back soon.”

The man in front of me gives him an annoyed glance. “Yes, I know, Coulson. We will get there when we get there.”

Coulson looks at my wide eyes and laughs.

“I think you might want to go ahead and tell her.”

“I will when I’m ready. Give me a few more minutes.” Turning back to me, he continues, “Do you remember your parents?”

“Barely. Like I said, I was dropped off by someone no one recognized or remembers. I do have one fuzzy memory, though. It may or may not be my mom. I remember a woman bending over my crib. She had blue eyes and blond hair. That’s all I remember.”

“This could be her daughter!” He murmurs to Coulson. Turning back to me again, he asks, “Have you heard of the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D?”  

“Yes.” I reply simply. I had heard S.H.I.E.L.D mentioned quite a few times. The stuff of legends.

“It’s real.” He pauses, either for dramatic effect or to study my reaction. “A year ago I became aware of a rumor among S.H.I.E.L.D agents. It tells of a young girl, born of heroes and destined to save the world. Legend has it that the girl was separated from her family and put into an orphanage. Since then, I’ve been looking for that girl. And I believe that girl is you.”

I blink. Me, a hero? “I don’t have any powers.” I protest.

“I can help with that. According to legend, you were born without powers. While looking for you, I devised a test that hopefully will give you powers. Of course, there is also the risk of dying. Are you willing to take that risk?”

I consider. “OK. When do we start?”

“You’re not taking this seriously. You may not survive.”

“It’s not like anyone will care if I die. This is a chance of a life for me. I’ll take it.”

     The next day, I walk through the helm of the Tricarrier with my new dad. The adoption papers had gone through a few hours ago. It took a little longer than needed, as according to the government, I don’t exist. He leads me into a small lab. “Clair, meet Dr. Aaron Sayl. He will be performing the operation.” I shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” I greet.

“A pleasure.” He returns. “Are you the new test subject for project M?”I nod.

“Other than the fact that I might die, I’m actually pretty excited.” He smiles.

“Actually, there’s a bigger chance of you surviving than dying. I’ve made modifications to the blood sample that we’ll be injecting into you. For instance, I synthesized it so it’ll adapt to your blood type.”

“What blood sample will you be injecting into me?”

“Wolverine’s. He’s a mutant, so you may get the mutant gene from it. Also his is the most compatible we’ve found so far. It would be interesting to see if you get the claws and bones he has.”

Fury gives him a look.

“Well, shall we get it over with?” I ask.

“Sure. We’re all ready for you.” He leads me into a small room, occupied by a low table and some racks holding test tubes. He motions for me to lie down on the table and begins strapping me on. “I’m afraid the restraints are necessary.” He replies to my questioning look. Once he’s finished, he holds a small mask over my nose and mouth, explaining that it was just an anesthetic. Everything fades away. My life as a normal 13 year old girl is gone.

    Everything is black, deep, unvarying black. Slowly, I start to see pictures. The first one I see is a burning building, on the edge of collapsing. I see myself push someone out. I don’t make it before the building collapses. That picture fades away, to be replaced by another. This one is Dad, standing over a grave. I can tell he’s upset. I can see my name on the gravestone, but not the date or year. This one is replaced quickly by another picture. This shows a figure I don’t recognize. He’s dressed in green and gold, in clothes that look like they belong on royalty, and laughing triumphantly. I can tell he’s laughing at me. Everything else is white. His laughter grows until it echoes through my mind, even after the picture fades…

  A few hours later, I awake in some sort of recovery room. Dad is standing at a window across the room, waiting for me to wake up. When he hears me stir, he looks over. “Clair! You’re awake. How do you feel?”

“Okay. My head is pounding, though.” I hesitate, about to tell him about the pictures, but I change my mind. Probably just a side effect of some sort.

“Can you walk?”

I swing my legs to the floor and take a few steps. I wobble at first, but steady quickly. I nod.

“I’m good.”

“Good. You’re starting school tomorrow.”

     The next day, I walk into Midtown High with Peter Parker, a superhero known as Spiderman. Since Agent Coulson is acting Principal, he arranged it so I’m in the same classes as Peter, along with our lockers being side-by-side. Just as we get to our lockers, a red haired girl walks up. “Hi, Peter. Who’s your friend?”

“I’m Clair. I’m Pete’s cousin. I’ll be staying with him while… some family stuff blows over, so Aunt May decided it would be easier for me to make friends if she enrolled me here.” It surprises me how quickly I invent this lie.

“I’m Mary Jane Watson. Most people call me MJ. Nice to meet you.”

“Same here.”

“Have you met- oh, never mind, here he comes.” A tall, brown haired boy joins us.

“Hey Pete.” He says, then sees me. “Who are you?”

“I’m Clair Brownings, Pete’s cousin. I’m staying with him for awhile. I’ll be going here for at least this term.”

“I’m Harry Osborn. A pleasure to meet you.”

“A pl-“

I’m cut short by a deep voice behind me. “You the new kid?”

I turn to see a tall, blond-haired jock addressing me.

“Yes.” I answer shortly, slightly distrustful.

“I just wanted to let you know who rules the school around here.” He leans closer. “I do. And I suggest you stay out of my way.”

Something quietly snaps inside me. I’ve had it with being bullied by tough guys who think they can do whatever they want. I’m tired of being trampled, tired of being pushed and shoved and knocked down in the dirt because of the way I act, the way I dress, because of the way I am. I’m done.

“Well, good. Because I needed to know who the bully of the school was. I needed to warn him to stay out of my way.”

“Why’s that?” He asks, towering over me.

“Because I don’t stand for bullying. And it’s not going to happen here. And if it does, I may learn the route to the principal’s office very well.” I stand as tall as I can. Meaning, my head reaches his shoulders.

“You’re getting in over your head.” He warns.

“No, I’m not. You don’t know how I deal with bullying and you don’t want to find out.”

The bell rings. “I’m done here.” I turn and gather my books, the realization of what I just did hitting me. I could’ve gotten beat up, at most. What was I thinking? I head to class with Peter, who is in my first class. “That was awesome.” He says when we’re out of earshot of Flash.

“I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done anything like that.” I confide. “I felt a little like David in front of Goliath.”

Peter looks at me, mildly puzzled. Before he can ask, we reach the classroom just as the warning bell rings.

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Hopefully soon I'll have more updated. When I do I'll post more. There's still lots to come! For now, enjoy this bit I've got done. I might make a few more changes to this part but that's as good as I've got so far. Hope you enjoy!