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no_relation ([info]no_relation) wrote in [info]marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-05-19 23:45:00


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Entry tags:guardian, inactive - marcia martin, plot-"poisoned hearts"

A Winner is Not You
Jack hurtles his way across town after leaving the hospital. He knows he should still be on patrol, should be hunting down the attackers, but he just can't right now. He can still feel the girl's blood on him. Still smell that disgusting overly antiseptic smell of the hospital. Still remember the look on the doctor's face.

He wants to go home. Whatever's closest to home, anyway.

He slips in the window and goes straight to the bathroom, costume fading into an equally bloodied pair of civilian clothes as he loses what little he had for breakfast.



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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:11 am UTC (link)
"Kid?" Marcia is looking around thinking she has heard him come on. She pauses outside of the bathroom and looks very sad. The kid looks like he is in rough shape. Not being heartless she goes to get him some tea and soup.

Comfort food. She also gets a glass of water and brings it to him moving to stand next to him. She is not going to let the person she has taken responsibility for suffer.

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 02:16 am UTC (link)
Jack takes the water, gargling and then spitting it out again, looking up at her from the floor.

"Someone got shot... I couldn't save them." He wipes his mouth.

"I failed."

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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:18 am UTC (link)
Marcia looks at him then shakes her head. She feels sorry for him. This is a horrible reality of being a hero. Failing.

"Jack. Get up. Come with me," she says very calmly. She is going to talk to him and offer him comfort.

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 02:25 am UTC (link)
Jack nods, cleaning up after himself and following her out into the apartment. He's stable enough on his feet, but he's wobbling a little.

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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:31 am UTC (link)
She herds him to the couch. The way she is carrying herself is showing a mothering air. If she met the right person, it was obvious that she might have a family one day. But she didn't date at all.

"Sit, kiddo. Drink some tea. Then when you feel calm tell me what happened. Start at the beginning, Jack. Just take it slow."

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 02:35 am UTC (link)
Jack sits and drinks, at least until the taste is out of his mouth. He turns the cup around and round in his hands, staring into it between sips.

"There's not a lot to say..." He tells her what he knows. The drive-by, the first attempt at help, and the hospital. He tells her about his minor confrontation about the Spider-Man situation, and the boy's mother.

"I failed..." To him, the proof of that is still all over the front of his clothes.

It hasn't quite occurred to him yet how strange it is that that would carry over from his costume.

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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:39 am UTC (link)
"Kid." She shakes her head.

The whole situation wasn't good.

"You're not a failure. You did what you could." She frowns thoughtfully. "Jack. Why are your clothes bloody?"

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 02:41 am UTC (link)
He looks down at the staining, then back up at her.

"It's... it's from her. When I carried her."

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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:44 am UTC (link)
"But I've seen you change back and fourth before..." Her voice is very small now. This is confusing and unexpected.

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 02:47 am UTC (link)
Jack puts his hands to the sides of his head, wincing his eyes shut. He doesn't want the blood on him. He doesn't want the blood on him.

The staining starts to fade, slowly at first, like being soaked underneath his skin instead, the rest fades as if it was never there.

He looks up at Marcia. "She... she died because I.. I wasn't fast enough, or I should have stopped the shooters sooner, or... or.." His lip trembles.

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[info]needsmorecoffee
2010-05-20 02:52 am UTC (link)
Jack will find himself being hugged. He might feel a light buzz against his skin because her own emotions are running high from knowing just how he feels.

"I know. I failed before too. You can't save them all. And the ones you don't save always end up mattering the most," she mutters sounding like she is well acquainted with that concept.

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[info]no_relation
2010-05-20 03:42 am UTC (link)
His hair starts standing on end, but he doesn't care. He hugs her in return.

"She was so young though... she was like me... she was just at school."

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