Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy (perhaps also known as Spider-Woman). Older sister to three amazing but ridiculous boys.
"There will be days where you feel all alone, and that's when hope is needed most.
No matter how bad it gets or how lost you feel you must No matter how bad it gets or how lost you feel you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive.
We have to be greater than what we've suffered.
My wish for you is to become hope.
People need that, and even if we fail, what better way is there to live?
As we look around here today and all the people who help make us who we are I know it feels
like we are saying goodbye but we will carry a piece of each other into everything that
we do next.
To remind us of who we are and who we are meant to be."
I do find that I’m drawn to people in my life, romantically or not, that have something to teach me. I’m drawn to people who I feel like I can learn from. I’m not really drawn to toxic people - I don’t find myself discovering that someone in my life is toxic very often. But there is some sense of being changed by each person that I think I’m drawn to.
“You have photos on your phone – I just wonder how
long you’ve had them.” Betsy comments with a small smile, teasing the young
woman before shaking her head in amusement. “I prefer romantic tragedies, too
much romance can rot the brain.”
“I saw the movie about a year ago - I instantly looked it up. He’s gorgeous, can you blame me?” Gwen laughed a little, eyes sparkling. “I like some romantic tragedies. How tragic are talking though?”
Tony: First of all, it didn't bore me.
Tony: Second, I'm very flattered you've chosen me for your experiments.
Tony: And like I've said earlier, count me in. It sounds very interesting. :)
Gwen: Thank you :D
Gwen: Um, hows next Friday? I can show you what I've put together so far.
Unfortunately for Frank Castle, he didn’t expect that walking his girlfriend/not girlfriend home. That sort of thing happened and he walked off toward his own living quarters to take his own time alone to sleep. Big day tomorrow and he had to administer a test to the students tomorrow. Admittedly, most of the people there were smart enough to get the questions right. It was common sense and teaching a little bit of Lean Six Sigma to the kids, it helped them cut their thoughts to a few at a time.
Then again, for Frank, it’s natural for him. Natural.
Natural wasn’t the right word. It was programmed, instilled from a young age and tossed upward into his mind and stuck there for as long as he could remember. Damn the stupidity that tried to seep into his mind.
Frank managed to take his flask from his backpocket, something he hide from the date that came before eventually taking a long chug from it. Whoever was around had been expecting that. It hit harshly, whatever the hell it was. It was dulling Frank’s senses and made him stop in his spot. The man stared down at his flask, as if studying and asking what the fuck it was doing before immediately registering what was happening.
He was drugged.
HE took a step back to regain balanced, turning the flask upside down but only managing to watch the liquid splatter against his boots before he fell back. Then nothing. If this was how Frank would die, at least he had a nice little dream that came with it. Maria was there, brushing his hair from his face. Frank sat up and looked around, feeling a strange cold as his wife held him in the snow.
“Frank,” she said softly, “You’re awake. Honey, you fell asleep in the snow… Frank and Lisa wanted to go and play with you but I told them you were tired.”
“M-Maria?” HE asked, looking over at her before reaching forward. The blonde just smiled, shaking her head.
“Come back to us, Frank. Come to me.”
“Maria… You’re dead.”
Maria shook her head, slowly beginning to turn ever so slightly translucent by the second. “Oh baby, of course I’m dead. But you’re not. Not yet. Just… I’m waiting, sweetheart.”
Maria is waiting for me. That’s a nice lie. I like it.
With that, she disappeared and Frank felt a single tear streak his cheek. Then, as if out of no where, he was in the tundra. HE immediately stood up before letting out a curse as he began to pat the snow from his body and let out a breath. So far, here’s what he had. He had his wallet, iPhone, somehow his flask was back in his pocket, under his waistband was the 1911 he somewhat stole from the armory from the little date he had with the girl from last night… He thinks last night. He shivered, immediately zipping the leather jacket he had on before peering around the tundra.
Where the hell is he? Is this Hell?
“What. The. Fuck.”
He saw Frost. Two girls he didn’t know. The Soldier who’d survive this. And some random guy.
“Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?”
He didn’t bother waiting for what came next, he immediately began to move to the group, coming to a crouch before taking in better inventory. He didn’t have much, just what he had on.
Detailed inventory check: 1911 with 24 rounds in total, iPhone (which turned out to have zero service. At least he could die to his music), flask that he could fill with snow and in turn water, his coat kept his body warm but his pants were cold and wet. They needed to get out of here before they all frozed. Chances are that he had frostbite or at least about to. His hands and nose were already beginning to pain over to near numbness.
Hopefully, the others had other things to help. Someone to heat things up. Literally.
She should have figured it would happen the week she got back. It was her luck, after all. But that hadn’t stopped her from working well put her hours in her office only to venture out after hours later alone. Maybe later, she would find the poetic irony in the situation . But today was not that day.
She was still fuzzy on the details on the how she got here. But here she was–where ever the hell here was. She stood, shivering trying to fill the gaps in her memory. She hated those. She’d been minding her own business before she’d been… Drugged? In her mind, the event played out. No not drugs something else had knocked her out. She didn’t even know what had happened but shortly after the events replayed in her mind Emma was left with a blank black screen.No voices. No thoughts. Just her and her mind. An acceptable place to go insane.
Snapping back to reality, Emma blinked a few time body trembling from the cold. Pulling the beanie down over her her ears just in time for a bone-chilling wind to slip past Emma rubbed her hands together quickly to attempt and generate some heat. For all the good it would do, and her clothing was less than optimal for the surroundings. Her voice of reason–that sounded oddly like a certain someone–scolded her for not wearing at least one more layer or a sweater. Instead, there she was with her coat tied around her waist, long sleeve sweater that cut off just under her bustline providing little warmth and a skirt that brushed the middle of her thighs and boots [heeled of course] to complete the look. Of all the things to be wearing for her certain death, Emma could have chosen better.
“Oh of bloody course it’s snowy and cold and terrible.” She pouted speaking to herself.
She’d woken before anyone, surveying the grounds. At least training had come in handy for once. She made fast work of waking up the mutants first. Ty, then Anna. Just as she moved to Gwen, Frank had woken up. Her bag sat on the groun next to the other blonde’s head.
Fantastic. Just what they needed a psychotic killer. She rolled her eyes blowing on her hands keep some warmth even if it lasted only seconds. Numb fingers moved to the girl’s temple before she looked to Frank.
“If you’ll just give me a moment, I’ll wake him up” She insisted shortly, not in the mood, “Make yourself useful and find us somewhere to get out of this blasted weather. There’s gotta be a cave or something… god knows what else is around here. But we’re not going to last if that’s the case.” She instructor as if it ws her place to take charge.
She smiled down at the girl, and moved toward James, numb and shaking fingers moving to his head before Franks loud voice rang out. “What fresh hell have we gotten ourselves into now?.” She muttered to Ty, making sure to keep him closest.
Last thing Gwen had known she’d been passed out in her bed. Finals week on campus was coming up and she’d been being the good student she was and studying. In addition to that, she was gathering all the materials together to present to Stark her current findings. If he was gonna help, he had to know what she knew so far.
Now, however, she was in some godforsaken land of snow in less than preferred clothing. The blonde immediately brought her knees up to her chest, teeth threatening to chatter as the harsh wind bit through her olive long sleeve t-shirt and soft grey pajama sweatpants. Her very fuzzy black socks made her feet a little warm but wouldn’t last for long with no shoes accompanying it.
Gwen looked around for a minute, eyebrows furrowing. Okay so Emma, good, someone she knew…that dude who was very opinionated abut Ryan Gosling…a really scary guy, and a guy and girl she didn’t know. Amazing. A voice caught her attention and she blinked, looking up at the demanding woman. Of course Emma would be the one to take charge. “Lets be honest we probably will freeze anyway. I don’t see the Human Torch here so we’re pretty screwed. But fine, fine, I’ll look.”
She shared the little smile Emma gave to her and shakily stood up, short blonde curls fluttering around her face. Tucking Gwen’s hands into her armpits (gross, yes, but necessary for warmth) she started to shuffle forward, scanning the horizon. There was an outcropping that looked positive but she couldn’t be sure. “Is anyone else available to help?” The eighteen year old asked, frowning at the small group. “There’s strength in numbers, and I don’t have any powers.” Being undead isn’t exactly a strength, she thought to herself.
“Okay, I get that he’s pretty hot there, but what about in that one cowboy movie. You have to see the appeal there.”
“You may or may not be getting him confused with Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal.” Gwen opens her phone quickly and looks something up, gazing up at the other girl a moment later. “Ryan Gosling was only in one cowboy movie and he was like…fifteen.”
