How Not To Be A Super-Loser
Title: How Not To Be A Super-Loser
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Sabreclaw, Aftershock
Prompt: 12. Lose
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Hudson plays Big Brother.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Oh lord, a thousand people to thank for spawning this fic. You all know who you are.
Link: My Table
Hudson paced around the girl, inhaling the sharp stench of ozone that filled the air around her like an aura. She’d been brought to him by the Avengers and some lawyer, in some kind of effort to scare her straight. They’d filled him in on the important stuff; daughter of Electro, had a decidedly lackluster career trying to rob banks (and had failed spectacularly). “Alright… Allison,” Hudson said, looming over her, “what kind of idiot robs banks in New York City?”
That seemed to break through the seen it all hard ass look she was trying (and failing) to wear. It was an ill fitting mask, even if she didn’t realize it. He’d spent his life around some of the worst scum the world had to offer. She was just a kid with powers and a rough childhood trying to look tougher than she actually was. The look quickly resettled on her face.
“There’s no money in it,” he went on. “Between hiding out after the heist and laundering the money, you’re getting maybe a tenth of your take back, assuming you’re dealing with honest money launderers. And that’s not even considering the super-heroes in the city who specialize in street level penny anti shit like that, like Spider-Girl.”
The kid flinched, but she soldiered on. “What the hell am I supposed to do, then?” she asked, disgusted. “Work the mini-mart?”
“If you gotta word the super-human scene, the real money’s in mercenary work and body guarding. And if you’re gonna do that, there’s two things you gotta learn.” He held up two fingers. “Chinese, and contract law.”
“What?”
Hudson finally sat down, hooking his arms over the back of his chair. “The best merc work comes through Madripoor. Most of ‘em speak English there, but the more languages you know, the less likely you’ll get fucked over. But Chinese is the native tongue there. Never work without a contract, and know what the hell you’re expected to do and what you’re getting in to. Also, never take a job that takes you into Canada unless you wanna play guinea pig.” He looked around the little meeting room in the Avengers’ Mansion thoughtfully. “Government work’s good, if you can get it, but way more dangerous. Always have at least four ways out of a job,” he added. “Cause sooner or later, it’s all gonna go pear shaped.”
Allison just stared at Hudson, mouth open. He grinned his feral grin and waited for her brain to catch up.
“You’re not gonna get to be normal,” Hudson said, flexing his claws. “I get that. You work with what ya got.”
Fandom: MC2
Characters: Sabreclaw, Aftershock
Prompt: 12. Lose
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Hudson plays Big Brother.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Oh lord, a thousand people to thank for spawning this fic. You all know who you are.
Link: My Table
Hudson paced around the girl, inhaling the sharp stench of ozone that filled the air around her like an aura. She’d been brought to him by the Avengers and some lawyer, in some kind of effort to scare her straight. They’d filled him in on the important stuff; daughter of Electro, had a decidedly lackluster career trying to rob banks (and had failed spectacularly). “Alright… Allison,” Hudson said, looming over her, “what kind of idiot robs banks in New York City?”
That seemed to break through the seen it all hard ass look she was trying (and failing) to wear. It was an ill fitting mask, even if she didn’t realize it. He’d spent his life around some of the worst scum the world had to offer. She was just a kid with powers and a rough childhood trying to look tougher than she actually was. The look quickly resettled on her face.
“There’s no money in it,” he went on. “Between hiding out after the heist and laundering the money, you’re getting maybe a tenth of your take back, assuming you’re dealing with honest money launderers. And that’s not even considering the super-heroes in the city who specialize in street level penny anti shit like that, like Spider-Girl.”
The kid flinched, but she soldiered on. “What the hell am I supposed to do, then?” she asked, disgusted. “Work the mini-mart?”
“If you gotta word the super-human scene, the real money’s in mercenary work and body guarding. And if you’re gonna do that, there’s two things you gotta learn.” He held up two fingers. “Chinese, and contract law.”
“What?”
Hudson finally sat down, hooking his arms over the back of his chair. “The best merc work comes through Madripoor. Most of ‘em speak English there, but the more languages you know, the less likely you’ll get fucked over. But Chinese is the native tongue there. Never work without a contract, and know what the hell you’re expected to do and what you’re getting in to. Also, never take a job that takes you into Canada unless you wanna play guinea pig.” He looked around the little meeting room in the Avengers’ Mansion thoughtfully. “Government work’s good, if you can get it, but way more dangerous. Always have at least four ways out of a job,” he added. “Cause sooner or later, it’s all gonna go pear shaped.”
Allison just stared at Hudson, mouth open. He grinned his feral grin and waited for her brain to catch up.
“You’re not gonna get to be normal,” Hudson said, flexing his claws. “I get that. You work with what ya got.”