BrotherGustadt
First Post
Torpedo
Brock left Avengers Mansion feeling more than a little dejected. He was sure they weren't lying when they'd told him they had a full roster. "And besides, you're legally dead. It'll take time to establish that you are who you say you are, and we can't really do anything for you until then, I'm afraid." Ditto for the FF. And if anybody knew how to reach these "New Warriors", they weren't saying.
He perched atop a high-rise and reviewed his options, coming up with the same answer every time: He needed to get linked up with somebody. He had no money, no identity, nothing to cling to.
"Hey, buddy, it can't be all that bad." Startled, Torpedo spun around, and had to stop himself from gaping: Spider-Man himself had snuck up on him. "Whoops, didn't realize you were, y'know, wearing one of those kinds of costumes," the wall-crawler said, indicating the turbines at Torp's wrists and ankles. "I thought you were a down-on-his-luck clown. So, what's your game? What do they call you: the Braceleteer?"
The brief flash of hope that had sparked to life died just as quickly. "Good Lord, what a day it's been," he mumbled. And now even Spider-Man was cracking on him. "Look, man, just leave me alone, alright? I've got enough on my mind as it is." Brock turned away from Spidey, but the web-slinger just hopped up onto the ledge he was leaning against.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it like all that. What's the problem?" And then, like a dam had burst, Torpedo told him everything that had happened, except the part about possibly having died. The other hero took it all in (sort of), tried once to make a polite exit, and finally gave up. "Wow," he said when it was over. "Well, look, I'm running late. If it helps, I read in the Bugle today that Oracle Corporation is reviving the 'Heroes for Hire' program. Might do you some good to check with them. Otherwise, good luck, I guess." ::thwip::
For the first time in a while, a grin spread over Jones' face. "Yeah. That could be just what I'm looking for. HEY, THANKS!" he shouted after Spidey, now just a black dot disappearing among the skyscrapers. Within the moment, he was en route.
Brock left Avengers Mansion feeling more than a little dejected. He was sure they weren't lying when they'd told him they had a full roster. "And besides, you're legally dead. It'll take time to establish that you are who you say you are, and we can't really do anything for you until then, I'm afraid." Ditto for the FF. And if anybody knew how to reach these "New Warriors", they weren't saying.
He perched atop a high-rise and reviewed his options, coming up with the same answer every time: He needed to get linked up with somebody. He had no money, no identity, nothing to cling to.
"Hey, buddy, it can't be all that bad." Startled, Torpedo spun around, and had to stop himself from gaping: Spider-Man himself had snuck up on him. "Whoops, didn't realize you were, y'know, wearing one of those kinds of costumes," the wall-crawler said, indicating the turbines at Torp's wrists and ankles. "I thought you were a down-on-his-luck clown. So, what's your game? What do they call you: the Braceleteer?"
The brief flash of hope that had sparked to life died just as quickly. "Good Lord, what a day it's been," he mumbled. And now even Spider-Man was cracking on him. "Look, man, just leave me alone, alright? I've got enough on my mind as it is." Brock turned away from Spidey, but the web-slinger just hopped up onto the ledge he was leaning against.
"Sorry. I didn't mean it like all that. What's the problem?" And then, like a dam had burst, Torpedo told him everything that had happened, except the part about possibly having died. The other hero took it all in (sort of), tried once to make a polite exit, and finally gave up. "Wow," he said when it was over. "Well, look, I'm running late. If it helps, I read in the Bugle today that Oracle Corporation is reviving the 'Heroes for Hire' program. Might do you some good to check with them. Otherwise, good luck, I guess." ::thwip::
For the first time in a while, a grin spread over Jones' face. "Yeah. That could be just what I'm looking for. HEY, THANKS!" he shouted after Spidey, now just a black dot disappearing among the skyscrapers. Within the moment, he was en route.