Excalibur (Marvel Comics) - Wild, Wild West (western)
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EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Author: Little Firestar
Rating: K+
Fandom: Excalibur (Marvel Universe)
Characters: Pete Wisdom
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EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Spoilers: None
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EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Genre: Western
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EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Summary: he had to make it quick if he wanted to save some white girls from the big, bad Indian Chief and accept their kind thank-you.
He hated it, horses had never been his thing, he was a man from the end of the 20th century after all, he had other means to move, and in a city like London, it meant the tube or a taxi.
Definitely not horses, so- but it wasn’t like he had any other choice, not right now, not while trapped in some sick and twisted version of his own world where not only the wild west never ended, but was basically covering the whole bloody planet.
God, he thought he was living in some kind of dream, but it was, unfortunately, reality, and, moreover, one full of clichés. A train waiting for the Indians (not yet called American-Natives) to attack it was probably hidden somewhere along the recently built railway. And maybe there was a couple of white damsels from Britain waiting just from him to be rescued from the gifts of the big, bad Chief.
He wouldn’t mind that, but right now, he couldn’t exactly think about it. It was a thought to close in some drawer until further notice- aka Brain’s safety. Because that was the only thing he was supposed to think about. Brain’s safety, hence, the safeguard of the whole Multiverse.
Damn him for carrying for the damn King and Protector of all realities.
The coat had already been disposed of, discharged in the first city they encountered while looking from Brain across all realities, but Wisdom had adamantly refused to give up on his tie, and now, because of the wind, the garment kept slapping him in the face while he awkwardly rode a horse following his prey.
The “man” in front of him - if man could be called an human-machine hybrid from Deathstrike’s team of sociopaths - was almost vanishing behind the line of horizon, but Pete knew that if they lost him now, chances of finding Brain as he sued to be could turn into a mere dream.
“You bloody…” he muttered, clenching his teeth as he spurred the animal further more so that, at least, he could follow the enemy from afar without actually losing him- differently from horse-riding, covering his own tracks and following an enemy were, instead, two of his many talents as a former spy - but he soon realized that it couldn’t be enough. His adversary knew he was being chased, and knew that it was one of Captain Britain’s team-mates. Like he knew he couldn’t allow them to safe the king, the key to conquest all over the whole creation.
Wisdom hit the poor animal as once again the hybrid put further distance between them, and when he was to a distance that could be defined “close”, he cursed his hate for western movies. Wayne could have taught him to use the lasso, but no, Pete Wisdom had to look at Moore and Connery instead, learning from them (and Nick Fury’s eye-patch) to be the perfect spy and master of seduction.
If he didn’t do anything now, he would lose his adversary, he knew it, he just did, and he couldn’t allow that: it was time to play it dirty, if he wanted to avoid the multiverse to turn into a sick and twisted reality show at Mojo’s orders.
He grinned, even if a part of his mind kept repeating again and again the words hissed by Roma and Merlin, that the world they were finding themselves in didn’t know of mutant and wasn’t supposed to for at least another century, so, better be good and avoid any kind of interference with history.
But it wasn’t like he really had any other choice. How could he hold back, with so much at stake? He just couldn’t. the fact that he simply loved not following Merlin’s (and mostly, Roma’s) orders was just a bonus.
He concentrated, his mind going to his fingertips, feeling the heath there; they turned deep red, like they were burning - which they were, only, he couldn’t feel any kind of pain, because it simply was who he was, a part of him - and they were flashing, sparkling of little flames. He concentrated then furthermore, seeing with his mind’s eye and with his real ones his objective, and thought about projecting that same energy running through his being into his opponent; like arrows or some kind of darts, red blades of energy left his free hand, just to end in the bad boy’s body.
He grinned in satisfaction, looking at his opponent falling from the horse, onto the ground, rolling in the dirty sand of the desert. Using his power was already good, but using it to defeat someone, and even successfully so? Even better. Life could be just great sometimes.
He reached the man and joined him, ready to slap the truth of Brain’s location from him, with any means necessary.
After all, he had at least a couple of innocent white girls ready to threw themselves at him to save, and he didn’t have time to waste if he wanted to make all of them happy.
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Author: Little Firestar
Rating: K+
Fandom: Excalibur (Marvel Universe)
Characters: Pete Wisdom
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Spoilers: None
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Genre: Western
mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:
EN-US;mso-fareast-language:IT">Summary: he had to make it quick if he wanted to save some white girls from the big, bad Indian Chief and accept their kind thank-you.
He hated it, horses had never been his thing, he was a man from the end of the 20th century after all, he had other means to move, and in a city like London, it meant the tube or a taxi.
Definitely not horses, so- but it wasn’t like he had any other choice, not right now, not while trapped in some sick and twisted version of his own world where not only the wild west never ended, but was basically covering the whole bloody planet.
God, he thought he was living in some kind of dream, but it was, unfortunately, reality, and, moreover, one full of clichés. A train waiting for the Indians (not yet called American-Natives) to attack it was probably hidden somewhere along the recently built railway. And maybe there was a couple of white damsels from Britain waiting just from him to be rescued from the gifts of the big, bad Chief.
He wouldn’t mind that, but right now, he couldn’t exactly think about it. It was a thought to close in some drawer until further notice- aka Brain’s safety. Because that was the only thing he was supposed to think about. Brain’s safety, hence, the safeguard of the whole Multiverse.
Damn him for carrying for the damn King and Protector of all realities.
The coat had already been disposed of, discharged in the first city they encountered while looking from Brain across all realities, but Wisdom had adamantly refused to give up on his tie, and now, because of the wind, the garment kept slapping him in the face while he awkwardly rode a horse following his prey.
The “man” in front of him - if man could be called an human-machine hybrid from Deathstrike’s team of sociopaths - was almost vanishing behind the line of horizon, but Pete knew that if they lost him now, chances of finding Brain as he sued to be could turn into a mere dream.
“You bloody…” he muttered, clenching his teeth as he spurred the animal further more so that, at least, he could follow the enemy from afar without actually losing him- differently from horse-riding, covering his own tracks and following an enemy were, instead, two of his many talents as a former spy - but he soon realized that it couldn’t be enough. His adversary knew he was being chased, and knew that it was one of Captain Britain’s team-mates. Like he knew he couldn’t allow them to safe the king, the key to conquest all over the whole creation.
Wisdom hit the poor animal as once again the hybrid put further distance between them, and when he was to a distance that could be defined “close”, he cursed his hate for western movies. Wayne could have taught him to use the lasso, but no, Pete Wisdom had to look at Moore and Connery instead, learning from them (and Nick Fury’s eye-patch) to be the perfect spy and master of seduction.
If he didn’t do anything now, he would lose his adversary, he knew it, he just did, and he couldn’t allow that: it was time to play it dirty, if he wanted to avoid the multiverse to turn into a sick and twisted reality show at Mojo’s orders.
He grinned, even if a part of his mind kept repeating again and again the words hissed by Roma and Merlin, that the world they were finding themselves in didn’t know of mutant and wasn’t supposed to for at least another century, so, better be good and avoid any kind of interference with history.
But it wasn’t like he really had any other choice. How could he hold back, with so much at stake? He just couldn’t. the fact that he simply loved not following Merlin’s (and mostly, Roma’s) orders was just a bonus.
He concentrated, his mind going to his fingertips, feeling the heath there; they turned deep red, like they were burning - which they were, only, he couldn’t feel any kind of pain, because it simply was who he was, a part of him - and they were flashing, sparkling of little flames. He concentrated then furthermore, seeing with his mind’s eye and with his real ones his objective, and thought about projecting that same energy running through his being into his opponent; like arrows or some kind of darts, red blades of energy left his free hand, just to end in the bad boy’s body.
He grinned in satisfaction, looking at his opponent falling from the horse, onto the ground, rolling in the dirty sand of the desert. Using his power was already good, but using it to defeat someone, and even successfully so? Even better. Life could be just great sometimes.
He reached the man and joined him, ready to slap the truth of Brain’s location from him, with any means necessary.
After all, he had at least a couple of innocent white girls ready to threw themselves at him to save, and he didn’t have time to waste if he wanted to make all of them happy.