Narrative: Crane in Marvel Who: Jonathan Crane What: Preparing for the fun Where: Marvel - NYC When: Early in the week Warnings/Rating: None
In the years that Jonathan Crane had known Becky, he had discovered a number of things. First, and most importantly, was that the girl was willing to look past, or perhaps simply ignore, the things that were said about him by others. He wasn't entirely sure if it was naivete or what that had her ignoring such warnings, but he wasn't about to question it or ask her to think differently. Having someone who trusted him, who believed in him, was more valuable than he could put into words, and the fact that, at the end of the day, he had someone to return to was more precious than he would ever admit.
And, something else that was important, he could trust her, and she trusted him in turn. He could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and there was a nagging temptation gnawing at him to test that some day. But now was not that day in the slightest. No, he would take her trust and guide her to do what he needed, what he could not for fear of being seen.
Her task was simple: go sightseeing throughout the city. All of his tests indicated that she was most certainly a carrier of his little present, and now it was time to make the delivery. Public places, museums, parks, places where there were a lot of people to spread it further once they had gotten a whiff of her infectious aura. His own little Typhoid Mar- no. No. Typhoid Becky. Crane liked the way that sounded, sinister and sweet in the same breath.
On the heels of the public places he pointed her to, he also wanted to make sure she made a trip to the Oscorp building, to Stark tower. No, she didn't need to get inside, but do a little wandering around those that were heading within, and she was sure to get at least a few.
And then, once she was home, safe and sound, it was just time to wait. Crane didn't consider himself a patient person, but for this, he could be.