wouldn't it be nice if we were older

[mightymortal]

WHO: mightymortal Cap and OPEN!!
WHERE: All around the City!
WHEN: After 3PM till around 11ish on monday-friday.
WARNINGS: Nope!!
SUMMARY: Cap superheroes around town all week!
FORMAT: Tag in with whatever you'd like and I'll match it!! Exclamation points!!!

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Tuesday, four o'clock, Rockaway Beach. Actually using this icon accurately for once.

[someonetoscold]

[ Sandman was at the beach refreshing his reserves. It was a cold January day. It was kinda like the day he was ported out, actually. He wouldn't be surprised if it was actually the same day, albeit in the future.

There wasn't a lot of people around, so he took advantage and played with his powers while he could.

He made himself into an enormous sandcastle, just to see how big and elaborate he could get. ]

[mightymortal]

[Cap was flying low across Queens, enjoying the feeling of chilly wind in his hair when he spotted the castle out of the corner of his eye.

He kind of had to stop after that.

He dropped down out of the air right next to the big, intricate structure, and eyed it with childlike wonderment. Sorry Sandman.] Gosh. This is so neat!

[Then he reached forward with one hand to touch the wall carefully, trying to tell how recently it had been sculpted by how damp the sand was (assuming, naturally, that some artistic beachgoer had been the one to make it.)]

[someonetoscold]

[ Someone was touching him and that was weird. He pulls that entire wall back into himself.

He grows his torso over a nearby wall to scowl at Captain Marvel, hiding his embarrassment with gruffness.

Oh great, another cape. ]

Hey, keep those hands to yourself, got it?

[mightymortal]

Holy moly!

[WELP Cap was definitely not expecting that. He pulls his hand back guiltily and tugs at the hem of his cape. So this is awkward.]

I'm sorry, Mister. [He tries on a smile, though!!] That's a really neat trick.

6:30pm Tuesday

[technophantom]

Ghost had taken to sitting on a certain rooftop to work at night, looking up and fancying he could see satellites, or at least likely locations for them. He had netbooks all over the gravel, sitting on an upturned wooden box as he organized and cataloged data.

He saw the red and gold streak from some distance and dropped a computer in pani surprise, before focusing with the suit's extended vision to confirm it was not Tony Stark.

His ...friend...? Captain Marvel.

"Captain." He got up with a crunch of gravel, floated close, suddenly caught by an urgency that the sight of the man had woke in him. "May I have a few minutes of your time?"

[mightymortal]

It takes Cap a second, but he's beaming brightly in almost no time flat. And not breathing anymore, either. "Of course, Mr. Ghost!"

He's a little worried, though. He knows that sometimes it's hard to keep clean when you're homeless, but he's almost certain Ghost isn't. He's got a lot of expensive technology, and that stuff probably doesn't last long outside and exposed to the elements.

He's so thin, too.

Maybe it seemed different when he was lying in the clinic; people are supposed to look sickly while they're in the hospital, but out here it's a little jarring. He wonders if there will be a way to bring it up without hurting Ghost's feelings.

[technophantom]

"I feel I owe you a considerable amount for your intervention, some time ago..." This was unplanned and so Ghost was speaking very slowly, trying to organize his words as they came, which was not easy for him when what he mostly did was lurk in large groups and listen, and offer facts.

"If you require something that aligns with my skillset I will assist you."

There, it was out now, the offer, and it couldn't be rescinded. It wasn't about fairness or reciprocity or owing anyone really (although that did sound good), it was about trying to return goodness in the world. He had for so long fought and bloodied his hands trying to repay evil, he had vastly eroded the part of himself that genuinely enjoyed doing kindnesses.

"..please?"

[mightymortal]

It tends to be hard to tell, with Ghost's mechanical voice and the lack of readable facial expressions, but the please makes it seem so sincere that Cap can't help but smile. "You'll be the first person I call if something comes up."

Prepare to be called at odd hours because Billy can't figure out how to hook up a wireless printer to his horrible dinosaur computer, Ghost.

Either way, he is seized by a sudden idea, and he practically bounces on the balls of his feet. "I found a malt shop! Just like the ones they have in Fawcett City. You should come with me." And eat something so you don't blow away in the next stiff breeze.

a delightful wednesday afternoon

[remarkablyspry]

It was happening again. Steve, a most handy and capable android, customizable to provide genuine offensive and defensive support in combat, was a most vulnerable human being. As fascinated as he was with humans, he was hardly an expert on detecting falsehoods upon first meeting. One mustn't judge a book by its cover, after all.

So there he was, dangling by his ankles on an overpass with daytime traffic buzzing below him where something safe like water or...or big piles of wool ought to have been. All the while, the young, angry, probably drunk men laughed and japed, apparently forgetting their initial outrage in the light of how amusing it was to cause Steve such distress.

"Please, sirs!" he squeaked, flailing his arms once more until he felt himself slip. "I, I told you I was deeply sorry! I-it was my fault entirely, bumping into you and...and causing you to drop your, ah...ah..." What was it again?

"My iPHONE!" snarled the one holding his left leg, anger rekindled.

"Yes! That! And I'm very, very sorry about that! I know I, I don

[mightymortal]

Unlike certain other Superheroes, super-enhanced senses or danger-detection weren't part of Captain Marvel's repertoire, so it was extremely lucky that he happened to be zipping along the street above the cars at exactly the right moment.

At first, he wasn't really sure what was going on. He couldn't possibly imagine that somebody was going to be dropped to their death right into afternoon traffic, so when the little shape began to descend at a worrying speed--

"Oh my gosh!" He rocketed forward fast enough to leave a cloud of broken sonic barrier in his wake before slowing as much as he is able when he reaches out for Steve. He angles them both down to land softly on the sidewalk, both hands on the poor guy's shoulders in case he needed steadying. "Are you alright? What happened?"

He decided he could go confront the men that were responsible after he made sure that Steve was going to be okay.

[remarkablyspry]

Things began moving very quickly from the moment his legs were released. Perhaps in other circumstances, the sensation of falling would be much more exciting, but Steve's body was in all out fear for your life mode - with good reason. He could barely register thought of, Oh, no! I'm falling! before the falling is completely interrupted, body tugged into a whole new direction of motion.

It was very dizzy business altogether.

His legs might as well have been rubber for all the good they did when first making contact with the ground, but they seemed to start catching on soon enough. Under the guidance of large, sturdy hands, Steve scrambled to right himself, the world still a big blur and his head practically spinning from so much excitement, adrenaline and fear.

He meant to say, "Oh, goodness! That was very frightening!" but in his overwhelmed state, it came out more like a series of little gasps and half-sounds.

Eventually, the world stopped spinning enough for Steve to look up and practically gawk at the man keeping him from

friday 5 pm

[arakhnes]

[ Jess, for all of her self control, hasn't returned to school yet. it'd be weird for Jessica Drew to just randomly pop up at school when she hadn't even appeared on the Network, and honestly, it was weird trying to integrate into a pattern she had gotten out of. weird and difficult. back at home, she's SHIELD all the time, always at Fury's orders.

here? there's no SHIELD.

regardless, she manages to get back into the habit of hunting down small time crime and sure enough, in some back alley, there's a crook trying to mug a lady. she drops from her webline, grabbing the wall as the guy pulls out a gun, webbing it spectacularly ]

Well, that's rude.

[mightymortal]

[Captain Marvel sees the scuffle from far above, and quietly drops down between the the mugger and his intended victim, just after Spider Woman (whom he totally still hasn't forgotten... jerk) appears on the scene. She appears to have things well in hand, but uh it's totally cool to drop in and embarrass other heroes with your gushing boyscout demeanor while they're trying to do their hero duty, right??

WELL WHATEVER he smiles brightly, hands on his hips and cape dramatically billowing in the January breeze. He looks like he should be printed on the front of lunchboxes. Dorkiest hero.] Hullo! Need a hand?

[arakhnes]

[ if only he could see the look she's making. it's one made up very much of "what the fuck". oh, it's this douchebag. she forgot how much of a bigger tool he looks like in person.

well, whatever, she's leaping forward and landing on the mugger's head, doing this awesome front flip and landing on the ground as she throws him into the wall. ]

I got this covered.

Thursday around 10pm

[a_relative_hero]

With work for the day done, Joel's not on his way home. He's got some extra energy to burn off so he's out on a run. When he sees Captain Marvel rescuing a kitten, he smiles and comes to a stop.

"Hey, Cap. How's it going?"