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WHO:

iknowyourfear,

aerial_bliss,

regularexercise,

enigmaestro,

skrullactually,

owwmyspine,

evenharder,

catmasked,

canbleadernow.
WHERE: Norman Osborn's tower.
WHEN: After Norman's post, with Terry's post in bewteen.
WARNINGS: Use of Abby's sad-face icons.
SUMMARY: Abby's been discovered as a spy. Hideous things happen.
FORMAT: Quicklog.
NOTES: Refer to this post for plot information. Please tag yourselves in. I'll be organizing this post by different threads below!

[ He has this vivid memory. Stamford, Connecticut. It's a hot day, the worst kind of day to be outside in thick fatigues, dragging your feet through training drills. Sometimes he remembers better than others, what was said. But the one thing he never forgets is the way Abby looked when he transformed on her, the way she covered her ears and screamed. She'd been so scared of him.

Guilt sits heavy in his chest. He couldn't do that to her again. Never, ever wanted to do it again. She'd been one of the first people he wanted to help when his powers were finally under his control. She trusted him. And yet, here he was, outside her door on Norman Osborn's orders. There were reasons-- he was afraid for her, afraid that if he didn't do this, someone who cared less about what happened to her would get sent instead, or that Osborn would arrange a fate worse than interrogation-- but none of it seemed to make this okay.

He's getting sick of this kind of moral compromise. But what else can he do now?

He knocks on the door. Waits. ]

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[ Teddy looks -- also frantic, but not as bad as Jaime -- back and forth between his friend and the window above. Eventually, though, he reaches out and puts a firm hand on Jaime's shoulder. It's an attempt to anchor him. Teddy doesn't even know if it'll work. ]

Jaime. Jaime. Focus, man.

[ He turns and looks at the Tower again and then gestures with a hand. ]

Ask Trauma who else is coming. Or if I'm s'posed to go up there on my own or what. He knows what security we're walking into.

Edited 2009-10-23 06:44 (UTC)

[Being forcibly rooted to one place for more than a second seems to help. Somehow. At least enough to pick up the comm and text faster than he can talk. But once that's done and waiting begins again, Jaime gets fidgety under the shoulder, making up for it by darting his head around the same sights over and over.]

Khaji Da, Khaji Da, c'mon, buddy, just...[He's tried calling Scarab awake by name earlier in the week to no avail, but there was nothing else he could do for--oh, text.]

Maybe Roger and Selina? So, four?

[ Teddy winces sympathetically when Jaime tries to talk to Scarab, but once he gets Terry's answer, his brain is off again trying to do the math. He thinks he knows everyone's powers, what they're capable of. It doesn't make sense, all of them going up there, but that doesn't mean Teddy likes being the one to tell Jaime to just stay here.

He shakes his head. ]

There's no way we're all gonna go in and get out in one piece. [ He looks towards the window again. ]

Lina, maybe, but. [ He presses his lips at looks back at Jaime. ] You might have to hang back, man. Just until we get Abby out.

[This is not something Jaime wants to hear.]

Dude. No. I'm not going to just...sit around and let you guys deal with this! I can go in and...and, like...[Nobody needs to explain to him, really. He stops, lips pressing into a thin, unhappy line, taking a step away, shrugging off the hand.]

Get going.

[ Teddy frowns and takes a look at his hand like it's the thing that's done the offending before taking a step away from Jaime, his wings spreading again. One of the reasons Teddy doesn't want Jaime to go is that he's got an idea of where this might go and if Teddy can't be the one to make sure Abby's totally safe, he trusts Jaime enough to do it for him. ]

If I don't come out-- [ The prospect honestly scares him, but Teddy tries not to show it. ] --tell Bill to wait another 24 hours. Then he can come get me.

[ Teddy doesn't wait for Jaime to react -- if he reacts at all. Just takes another step back before he's in the air -- bounding up as quickly as possible towards the window. ]

If you don't come out I'm kicking your ass with the Force! [he hollers back--a loving little spin on "perish the thought, my friend"...or maybe just "come back or i'll kill you".

Jaime stares at the empty window for moments after the fact, walking backwards and propping himself against the building opposite. Exhale.

Waiting.

Even the Blue Beetle without powers could do something.]

[ She'd been expecting this ever since she'd heard that Abby was working for Osborn under Tony's command. For her to need an out. She hadn't heard from Peter in a while, and she had though that maybe he...

No, not the time.

She was on her way before she had time to process. It was easy to spot Teddy, not that she needed help finding the "Avengers" building. She wasn't in her normal costume -- no telltale cowl and goggles -- but she had her gloves and boots. Claws and blades. Easy enough to make her way down the side of the building. ]

Edited 2009-10-23 07:36 (UTC)

[Give it about ten minutes for Roger to show up with his trademark jacket and red mask. He's running before he turns the corner to the alley, turning his head to both directions behind him before heading in.]

Yo-- which one 're you?

[Jumpy Jaime is jumpy and whips around, palm out in a very...very bad psuedo-I-have-powers pose.

Blink.

Oh--]

Oh, Roger, it's--[o rite you forgot me where's the love. ahem:] I--um. Jaime. The boyfriend.

[Roger straightens himself a bit. There isn't much a relief as there is a 'okay, time for step two'.] Yeah, I remember you. [He looks up.] Where are they at?

Right now? Don't know. They'll be coming out this way, though. [pointing up.] Third floor. Then we gotta book it.

I hear ya. [Eying that window for a moment. Then there's dead silence.] How're they gonna bring her down from there?

[a grimace.] Best guess is that Teddy's gotta shuttle people down one-by-one. And then we gotta scramble. [beat. looking out towards the street.] And...yeah. Okay. We're gonna need a car.

Teddy-- the big guy, right? [Following Jaime's eyes, he raises an eyebrow. If his first reaction is to go 'yeah, no way we're finding one now', the second thought is that it's been a while since he puts his delinquent ways to use oh my.

Hmm.]

How much time you think we got?

Yeah, big, green and winged.

[beat.]

I don't know. Not long. Someone needs to stay here and wait, and someone needs to wire some wheels.

You stay here and watch the scene, man. I'll take care of the wiring. [He places a hand on Jaime's shoulder, giving one last look up. When he looks down, there's That Serious Look in his face.] I don't need to tell you this - but she better be in one piece when I'm back. The kid trusts you more than anything. Prove her right. [A silent second for intensity. Before he heads off, there's a Manly pat on Jaime's shoulder as a way to say 'we coo' now let's do this'.

And then he heads off. To go steal a car.

Let's hope they can all fit.]

[ Selina, wearing something resembling an urban ninja outfit rather than her usual costume, almost floats down from the third floor window. She hits the ground a bit hard, landing in a crouch, but is careful not to jar the girl in her arms. She speaks in a low voice. ]

Jaime?

[Jaime pushes away from the wall, tense and ready for...well, virtually anything. Seeing Abby--oh, Christ--softens his posture, but not his voice.]

Roger's bringing a car.

[A hesitation--he's not sure, looking at her now, what he can possibly do. But, swallowing down dread, he takes a step forward, quietly:]

Abby? Hey. Hey, it's me.

[ Her name. There's a flicker of recognition in her eyes. They widen slightly, and for a second, she shrinks back against Selina, making a little sound in the back of her throat. She needs a second-- a second to get past what she saw not long ago, in that interrogation room. (Terry's voice in her head asks accusingly, Do you want him to turn out like Michael Van Patrick?) Fear swells in her first, vicious and painful,-- then, at last, relief.

Tears stream suddenly and uncontrollably down her face. ]

...Jaime.

Edited 2009-10-24 00:32 (UTC)

[The sound of her voice all but make his knees buckle, and he hesitantly reaches a hand out, gradually picking up the pace to peel her away from Selina and hold her himself, as tightly as he can without hurting her. He wants to say I'm so sorry, I couldn't do anything or something, but no. He's not important. Something awful happened to her.]

God, Abby, just--[he's gotta fight back his own tears.]

I love you so much.

[ She can't stop herself from shaking-- from grabbing desperate handfuls of Jaime's shirt and hanging on like her life depends on it. Even with the knowledge that what Terry showed her was an illusion, pulled from the deepest, darkest places of her mind, she can't stop the flood of relief that fills her to touch Jaime and hear his voice.

Just his breathing, the warmth of his skin reminds her that this is real. And what she just endured-- it wasn't. She still has this, and nobody is going to take it away from her.

Her words come out on an unsteady breath, muffled by her face pressed against Jaime's shoulder and gentle sobbing hiccups. ]

I love you, Jaime.

[ Selina holds back a bit, eyes everywhere at once. ]

Do you have a safe place to take her? One Osborn won't know to check?

I--I'm not s...[glancing down the alley and biting his lip.] Roger's getting a car, but there's been no word as to where.

I have a safe house.

[ She reels off an address halfway across town. The same place the older version of Abby had stayed, in fact. ]

Not five star, but it will work. Once you're on your way, I'll ride ahead and make sure everything's clear.

Edited 2009-10-24 16:16 (UTC)

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