sman_not_spidey (sman_not_spidey) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-12-09 22:43:00 |
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Current mood: | awake |
Entry tags: | miguel o'hara, tigra |
You Scratch My Back
Who: Spider-Man 2099, Tigra, OT other assorted SHIELD peoples
NPCs: SHIELD Agents
What: S-Man's trying to catch a ride to Gotham City. People keep interrupting.
When: Tuesday, December 4, morning. Mere hours after first encountering a SHIELD Quinjet.
Where: Holding Cell, SHIELD Helicarrier
Rating: Safe for Work, but there will be flirting.
Well. He wasn't dead yet. That was only slightly encouraging. It hadn't been twenty-four hours since he caught a ride on a SHIELD aircraft, and he was in a holding cell in their flying aircraft carrier. It was too early to be optimistic that he'd make it out of this alive.
But that was fine with him. Cynicism was his default setting anyway.
He hadn't slept. He'd refused to sleep, in fact. As hungry as he was, he didn't want to eat, either, in case they decided to slip something into his food. Poison, a nanotech tracker ... about the only dirty trick he could safely rule out was Rapture, which hadn't been invented.
So, he just sat in the holding cell, mask off, staring at the walls and ceiling. He was going to have to make himself comfortable, because after the violence that had erupted during the questioning in the conference room, he doubted he was going to be allowed to leave under his own power. He and SHIELD had proved to be a volitle combination already, and he'd already found himself on that Hill lady's bad side.