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Character names and descriptions because I’m not using real characters:
- Natalie Franette: middle aged, has two estranged kids. She’s quite the grump and has a distaste for anything heroes
- Cole Nikkleman: a college graduate, could be described as a nerd. She doesn’t have many people in her life but is a big fan of heroes (I was thinking of spinner when writing ideas for them)
- Marie Hall: a neutral standing businesswoman and has no strong feelings on other heroes, has two young children and has had an interaction with spider-man. (He bought her kids ice cream before returning them to her)
- Will Bennet: I can only describe him as a jock, like Kurt or Ram from heathers just less desperate. A popular college student and probably tries to go to any party he can find. No solid opinions on things that don’t affect him, meaning he doesn’t really care about the avengers or anything.
- Stacy Ward: a bartender in her 20’s, after one of the many attacks in New York, her brother died leaving her depressed and tired. Very opinionated and goes to many protests because of it.
- Kevin Turner: someone who claims to be too busy for “heroes and villains” but secretly has a merch collection in his house. He’s afraid that he won’t be taken seriously by people if they knew and acts mostly indifferent.
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Seven people awoke simultaneously with a click of a finger, all of them gasping and shrieking or freaking out in their own personal ways.
“Be still, mortals. Usually we are not one to make an appearance, but we deemed it prudent to make sure that you all know there is no danger awaiting you. Furthermore, reassurance that we only offer you a forbidden knowledge, in hopes to open your eyes.” The great deity offered, their form concealed by thick fabrics that covered their tall figure.
Almost everyone shuddered in existential dread.
“Fear not. We bring no harm. Please remain seated, in addition to this, we must insist that you cooperate with me. We only have a few demands, no physical feuds, remain seated throughout the documents and offer your opinion in a civil manner. In return we will give you a break between each document, including food, areas of rest, entertainment, things of necessity and more if requested.”
Their shadowy eyes roamed over the group, who gave signs of agreement as anyone who were faced with a deity
They seemed to be pleased.
“Very good, please be comfortable, introduce yourselves for this may take a while.”
Marie spoke, masking her timidness in her standard business voice.
“Pardon me, but I have things to do. How long is a while?”
The deity’s shoulders shifted
“Time stands still in here, and yet it moves all at once. Do not fret for you will return to life exactly when and where you were when we are done.”
They seemed to remember something.
“We also add that you will be watching video files of the heroes of your universe.”
With a wave of a covered hand,the deity was gone in a flourish of fabric and mystery, departing before anyone could protest.
“So…I guess we introduce ourselves? Kevin Turner, freelance.” The man smiled professionally, wiping his hands on his dress pants, awkwardly aborting the motion of holding his hand out to far too many people that didn’t seem to want to shake it.
The woman from before smiled back, stepping forward slightly.
“Marie Hall, lovely to meet you all. If only it were better circumstances…”
“Of course it’s heroes that drag us into another mess…” a young woman commented.
“Pft, someone I can agree with, Natalie Franette.” The older woman responded as if it had been an ignition to converse rather than a statement not meant to be acknowledged.
“Stacy Ward…” the girl apparently named Stacy offered plainly.
“And you are, young man?” Marie asked the stocky man.
“Will bennet. I’m a student if you’re wondering, but I’m sure you’ll know me as a sportsman by the time I graduate” he smirked out cockily, earning an eye roll from most of the women in the room, the guy huffed and pointed a thumb at the only one left who hadn’t offered a name.
“Well let her spill her guts so we can get on with this…”
“Uhm. Cole Nikkleman, I’m a photographer for the bugle.”
Natalie groaned, changing what leg was flung over the other.
“That idiot…Jameson shouldn’t be a publisher if all he talks about is that wall climber. As right as he usually is, his constant talk about it makes it seem more like he loves the guy!”
Cole swallowed, shifting on the couch. “Well…he pays well and a job is a job…”
Natalie tutted, raising her hand to preen her nails. “suppose so…”
The TV flashed to life, a list of files showing on the screen, working without a remote. It displayed dates and titles in rows, ordered chronologically and it was clear that it was intended to be watched that way.
Each row had hero emblems on the left, showing what heroes would be included in each.
- ⎊ Iron man: 2008
- ⎊ Iron man 2: 2010
- Ⓐ The avengers: 2012
- 🕸️ Homecoming: 2016.
- Ⓐ Infinity war: 2018
- Ⓐ Endgame: 2018-????-2023
- 🕸️ Far from home: 2024
- 🕸️ No way home: 2024
- ???: ????
“I guess these are mostly about spiderman…” Will stated a little questioningly.
“Spider-man.” corrected Cole
“Yeah that’s what I said.” Was the immediate response.
Cole opened her mouth. “Oh I mean, it’s just Spider-man has a- nevermind, it’s not important.” She finished, as if it wouldn’t bother her.
Kevin looked between the group, thinking to himself before he glanced at the TV again, watching the feed come to life.
On the screen, comic panels flashed across the screen, pulling back slowly, text that read ‘MARVEL STUDIOS’ and the screen promptly fading to black.