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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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[ She nods to Teddy as she gathers Abby in her arms. Ignores Trauma completely once she has the girl. Her eyes are cold with rage, but when she speaks, her voice is perfectly calm. ]

Where is he?

Jaime and Roger should be waiting below.

[ Terry gestures at the open window, before turning away. She's almost out. Almost safe. Safe from Osborn, from Hand, and from him. He half-wonders if he's destined to hurt the people he loves for the rest of his life.

One last look at Abby, in Selina's arms. She looks so small, so fragile. So scared. He did that to her. ]

Teddy, let's go. Osborn hasn't given anyone orders yet, so they'll be expecting her in the interrogation room.

[ He starts to head that way. No time to waste. ]

Once Abby's far enough away, you should get out. We just need to buy her a little time.

I told Bill to come get in 24 hours if I didn't come home. [ The words are strange, coming from 'Abby', especially when delivered in a quiet, timid tone. 'Abby' turns to look at Abby again. There are mute tears still on her cheeks and a blank expression on her face and, after a few moments, it's not difficult for 'Abby' to have the same. Another nod towards Selina and then 'she' turns -- posture wilting onto itself as they take their first few steps away from the window. ]

And what about when I'm gone? [ 'Abby' eventually asks Trauma. ]

[ Selina lets them go their own way. Carefully cradling Abby, she's out the window in an instant, phasing to drift down to the ground below. She hasn't tried this trick with someone else yet, but it isn't exactly the time to worry about that. ]

[ Terry doesn't want to think about what happens after that. He doesn't know. Technically, with Hood around, he's not even sure he could use his powers, if it came down to a fight against Osborn and the other Dark Avengers.

But that doesn't matter. Not really. He deserves the struggle, and worse. And the only thing he cares about right now is Abby's safety. ]

Don't worry about that. Just worry about her, and worry about yourself.

[ 'Abby' follows, silently, eyes staring forward with a distant look to them. Behind that glazed stare, his brain is still moving quickly back and forth. Thinking about Abby, wondering about Jaime outside. Panicking slightly about whether or not this is going to work. He's still angry as well, so angry that he has to bite down on his tongue to keep 'Abby's' hands from making small fists as they move quietly past doorway after doorway.

He doesn't want to know, he really doesn't want to know. But he asks anyway. ]

What did you show her?

[ It's not something Terry wants to talk about either. It's too soon to talk about something like that. It makes him remember the way her eyes widened and fear washed over her face. The image is burned into the back of his eyes.

When he answers, maybe it's out of guilt. Or because he wants someone else to know-- to know what she went through. To understand how strong she is, to endure what he showed her. ]

...Did Abby ever tell you about Michael Van Patrick?

[ 'Abby' is quiet and eventually says, in a distant voice. ]

MVP.

Her worst fear.

[ Terry lets his steps pause a second. Unconsciously, he pushes his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. It makes him miserable, just to think that he knows that girl's worst fear and made her suffer through it. It eats at him. for a moment, his expression is one of serious remorse. Pain. ]

Her worst fear is that what happened to MVP will happen to Jaime too. That someday... Something bad will happen to him. And it'll be her fault.

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