THIS IS WHY I DON'T WRITE FIC
"I'm clear!" Max. Now he was just waiting for- "clear!" Fang. Excellent. Iggy grinned and pressed the detonator, then took a running jump off of the roof. The explosives went off with a deafening boom, and he could feel the heat of the fire at his back. Smoke filled the air, and he pulled his bandanna up to cover his mouth and nose. A slightly muffled whistle came from his left, and he felt Fang take his hand and put it on his hip, where Iggy hooked a finger through Fang's beltloop.
They flew in silence for an hour, climbing above the clouds so as not to be seen. This was the second lab they had shut down. In the first one there had been experiments to get out, but here everything had been either dead or just cell clusters in petri dishes. It was undoubtedly easier this way: last time they had barely gotten away before SHIELD agents had shown up. There had been scientists inside, but people who experimented on children didn't deserve to live. Of course, a lot the whitecoats from the School were still alive. Iggy was keeping close tabs on them, and one day he would make them pay for what they did. Not now. Not yet. But one day.
Fang whistled - low high low - and angled himself into a dive. Iggy followed, leveling off to land in front of their... hideout, for lack of a better word. It was a two room weekend cottage, long since abandoned. It was cramped and there was at least one hole in the roof, but it was safe and mostly dry, and bird kids weren't too bothered by the cold.
Iggy followed Max in and flopped down on the bed. After a minute he flipped onto his stomach and reached under the bed, pulling out a battered tin. He opened it up, pulling out a postcard and a pencil.
im safe dont worry about me dont look for me ill vid visit when i can
-love i
Next postcard. dont worry about us were all safe please finish college -love i
Next. please dont comeand get me i am doing what i need to i will visit i promise -love i
Next card. just wanted to let you know i am ok -i
He had been collecting the cards for a while, buying them in every post office in every town where they stopped for food. If Max or Fang had noticed anything they weren't bringing it up, and that was how he liked it. He'd go on his own to deliver these - it should be safe enough at night, and if he flew above the clouds there would be nothing to hit. Well, planes. But those were huge and loud and easy to avoid.
Another card. hey thought you should know im ok and doing awesome shit -i
And another. im ok stayin safe and fighting for freedom (sortof) and allthat -i
Iggy wrote for another hour, using up almost all the ones he'd bought. When he finished he snapped a rubber band around the stack of postcards and stuck them in his backpack.
"I'm going out. If I'm not back in three days you should move on." They always said something like that on the rare occasions when one of them went out alone, but they all knew that "you should move on" really meant "please come and find me." Of course Max protested as he walked out the door - really, she was almost as bad as Wanda - but Iggy heard Fang quietly tell her to let him go. Iggy walked over to the guiderail that marked the edge of the cliff and climbed up onto it. He stood there for a moment, feeling the cool northwest breeze before leaning forward and falling forward off of the rail. He let himself drop a good fifty feet before spreading his wings and flapping up and up and up and up and up and into the clouds. He flew for an hour, landing once in a town to grab something to eat at a crappy fast food restaurant. After that he was back in the air.
After a while he started his descent, swooping lazily through the clear sky to land very carefully in the back lawn. He listened carefully to the sound of the building. The quiet hum of the refrigerator, the sound of no people talking or breathing on the first floor. Iggy felt his way over to the back door, trying the knob. Nothing. He pulled out to pieces of wire - one bumpy and one with a slight bend and set to work on the lock. It opened with an overly loud mechanical click and Iggy winced. He opened the door and silently tiptoed into the kitchen, arms extended. There. A counter, that would do. He pulled the top postcard off of the stack and laid it on the cold marble surface. Hopefully they would see it and read it. He made his way back towards the door and slipped out into the dark. Time for the next secret badass postman mission.
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TL;DR IGGY HAS BEEN GONE FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND IS DELIVERING TOUCHING AND AND BADLY SPELLED AND SLIGHTLY HEARTBREAKING POSTCARDS.
OKAY SO HERE IS THE DEAL. If you want to reply and have your character catch Iggy when he is leaving that is cool. I am all prosed out because this might be the longest non-essay thing I have ever written so I am going to use BRACKETS OF ACTION.
They flew in silence for an hour, climbing above the clouds so as not to be seen. This was the second lab they had shut down. In the first one there had been experiments to get out, but here everything had been either dead or just cell clusters in petri dishes. It was undoubtedly easier this way: last time they had barely gotten away before SHIELD agents had shown up. There had been scientists inside, but people who experimented on children didn't deserve to live. Of course, a lot the whitecoats from the School were still alive. Iggy was keeping close tabs on them, and one day he would make them pay for what they did. Not now. Not yet. But one day.
Fang whistled - low high low - and angled himself into a dive. Iggy followed, leveling off to land in front of their... hideout, for lack of a better word. It was a two room weekend cottage, long since abandoned. It was cramped and there was at least one hole in the roof, but it was safe and mostly dry, and bird kids weren't too bothered by the cold.
Iggy followed Max in and flopped down on the bed. After a minute he flipped onto his stomach and reached under the bed, pulling out a battered tin. He opened it up, pulling out a postcard and a pencil.
im safe dont worry about me dont look for me ill vid visit when i can
-love i
Next postcard. dont worry about us were all safe please finish college -love i
Next. please dont comeand get me i am doing what i need to i will visit i promise -love i
Next card. just wanted to let you know i am ok -i
He had been collecting the cards for a while, buying them in every post office in every town where they stopped for food. If Max or Fang had noticed anything they weren't bringing it up, and that was how he liked it. He'd go on his own to deliver these - it should be safe enough at night, and if he flew above the clouds there would be nothing to hit. Well, planes. But those were huge and loud and easy to avoid.
Another card. hey thought you should know im ok and doing awesome shit -i
And another. im ok stayin safe and fighting for freedom (sortof) and allthat -i
Iggy wrote for another hour, using up almost all the ones he'd bought. When he finished he snapped a rubber band around the stack of postcards and stuck them in his backpack.
"I'm going out. If I'm not back in three days you should move on." They always said something like that on the rare occasions when one of them went out alone, but they all knew that "you should move on" really meant "please come and find me." Of course Max protested as he walked out the door - really, she was almost as bad as Wanda - but Iggy heard Fang quietly tell her to let him go. Iggy walked over to the guiderail that marked the edge of the cliff and climbed up onto it. He stood there for a moment, feeling the cool northwest breeze before leaning forward and falling forward off of the rail. He let himself drop a good fifty feet before spreading his wings and flapping up and up and up and up and up and into the clouds. He flew for an hour, landing once in a town to grab something to eat at a crappy fast food restaurant. After that he was back in the air.
After a while he started his descent, swooping lazily through the clear sky to land very carefully in the back lawn. He listened carefully to the sound of the building. The quiet hum of the refrigerator, the sound of no people talking or breathing on the first floor. Iggy felt his way over to the back door, trying the knob. Nothing. He pulled out to pieces of wire - one bumpy and one with a slight bend and set to work on the lock. It opened with an overly loud mechanical click and Iggy winced. He opened the door and silently tiptoed into the kitchen, arms extended. There. A counter, that would do. He pulled the top postcard off of the stack and laid it on the cold marble surface. Hopefully they would see it and read it. He made his way back towards the door and slipped out into the dark. Time for the next secret badass postman mission.
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TL;DR IGGY HAS BEEN GONE FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND IS DELIVERING TOUCHING AND AND BADLY SPELLED AND SLIGHTLY HEARTBREAKING POSTCARDS.
OKAY SO HERE IS THE DEAL. If you want to reply and have your character catch Iggy when he is leaving that is cool. I am all prosed out because this might be the longest non-essay thing I have ever written so I am going to use BRACKETS OF ACTION.