08-29-2004, 12:27 AM
Hank continued to watch 'Toria from the corner of his eye as they walked. Despite what she said, there was definitely something troubling her but he was in two minds as to wether now was the right time to press the point however? Since he had recieved the Tallus from the Timebroker they hadn't had much of a chance to be alone, their few quiet hours at that run down hotel cut short by over zealous bounty hunters. Even when they had got back to the 'Office' things had taken a decidedly odd twist and they had ended up with Dr Strange and Uatu on the moon, learning everything they had been told the past few months was untrue - that they did have a reality to go back to. Deep within himself Hank wondered if that was the reason there still seemed to be a distance between them. 'Toria had taken the chance to revisit her home and reacquaint herself with her life there. Was she now questioning her relationship with him? Was there a place for him in her life on that world? Although his outward demeanour remained unchanged, Hank felt his stomach turn over and he tried to bury the thought that he might be losing her and grasp on any thought that might keep his attention from venturing down that train of thought once more.
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As he burst through the stand of trees into the clearing beyond Hank skidded to a halt sending up a cloud of dust, twigs and fallen leaves, barely avoiding a large mass of webs which stretched between the trees on either side of his position. Moving carefully he skirted the edge of the sticky mass, ducking low to avoid being caught in the snare. The scene beyond was almost enough to cause him further pause. The entire clearing was a network of crisscrossed silke stretching in every direction into the near darkness, but this was not the cause of Hank's surprise. Amidst the tangled lines two figures darted to and fro across the clearing, the movement of each so fluid and intuitive that neither seemed able to gain an advantage. Hank recognised the blue and red blur that was Spider Man immediately, but the other combatant seemed indistinct, as though they possessed a natural camouflage in the dim moonlight filtering through the canopy above.
Never one to stand on the sidelines for long Hank threw himself headlong into the fray, flipping and twisting through weblines with a grace and precision surpassing that of an olympic gymnast. He headed not for where the battle was but for where it was headed. So engrossed in his contest with Spider Man was the creature that it did not see Hank barrelling towards it until it was too late. Three hundred plus pounds of muscle and bone moving at close to fourty miles per hour ploughed into the startled creature driving it headlong into the ground. Hank snarled as he struggled to pin the stunned but still writhing creature down. Even close up it was hard to make out any details in the dim light, the creatures erratic movements preventing anything but the most cursory inspection. One thing of which Hank was certain were the powerful clawed fingers which raked his shoulders and upper arms as they searched for a hold on his throat. "A little help here.." he called into the darkness.
Hank's request was answered almost immediately, as several strands of webbing shot out from above him, pinning the struggling creature's arms to his sides and clamping his legs together. Hank loosened his grip and stepped back tenderly rubbing his torn shoulders, and allowing Spider Man to complete his task. "Now, let's see what we can see." said Spiderman as he dropped to the ground, in the process dragging the creature upright by means of another webline. As it twisted in the air, the pair approached it carefully unsure of what other abilities it may have.
The creature seemed to have resigned itself to capture, it's struggling having subsided now that it realised it could not break the webbing which encased it. It looked at them with the haunted eyes of a hunter trapped, unused to being the prey and helpless. It was definitely humanoid, although certain features seemed charactures of the human norm. The creature's deep sunken eyes watched Hank and Spider Man closely as the pair approached. "Plssss.. Pleassse. Releassse Me. Or I ssshall die...." The words seemed unnatural to the creature, as if it was using them for the first time. It looked up at them pleadingly "Pleassse!"
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As he burst through the stand of trees into the clearing beyond Hank skidded to a halt sending up a cloud of dust, twigs and fallen leaves, barely avoiding a large mass of webs which stretched between the trees on either side of his position. Moving carefully he skirted the edge of the sticky mass, ducking low to avoid being caught in the snare. The scene beyond was almost enough to cause him further pause. The entire clearing was a network of crisscrossed silke stretching in every direction into the near darkness, but this was not the cause of Hank's surprise. Amidst the tangled lines two figures darted to and fro across the clearing, the movement of each so fluid and intuitive that neither seemed able to gain an advantage. Hank recognised the blue and red blur that was Spider Man immediately, but the other combatant seemed indistinct, as though they possessed a natural camouflage in the dim moonlight filtering through the canopy above.
Never one to stand on the sidelines for long Hank threw himself headlong into the fray, flipping and twisting through weblines with a grace and precision surpassing that of an olympic gymnast. He headed not for where the battle was but for where it was headed. So engrossed in his contest with Spider Man was the creature that it did not see Hank barrelling towards it until it was too late. Three hundred plus pounds of muscle and bone moving at close to fourty miles per hour ploughed into the startled creature driving it headlong into the ground. Hank snarled as he struggled to pin the stunned but still writhing creature down. Even close up it was hard to make out any details in the dim light, the creatures erratic movements preventing anything but the most cursory inspection. One thing of which Hank was certain were the powerful clawed fingers which raked his shoulders and upper arms as they searched for a hold on his throat. "A little help here.." he called into the darkness.
Hank's request was answered almost immediately, as several strands of webbing shot out from above him, pinning the struggling creature's arms to his sides and clamping his legs together. Hank loosened his grip and stepped back tenderly rubbing his torn shoulders, and allowing Spider Man to complete his task. "Now, let's see what we can see." said Spiderman as he dropped to the ground, in the process dragging the creature upright by means of another webline. As it twisted in the air, the pair approached it carefully unsure of what other abilities it may have.
The creature seemed to have resigned itself to capture, it's struggling having subsided now that it realised it could not break the webbing which encased it. It looked at them with the haunted eyes of a hunter trapped, unused to being the prey and helpless. It was definitely humanoid, although certain features seemed charactures of the human norm. The creature's deep sunken eyes watched Hank and Spider Man closely as the pair approached. "Plssss.. Pleassse. Releassse Me. Or I ssshall die...." The words seemed unnatural to the creature, as if it was using them for the first time. It looked up at them pleadingly "Pleassse!"
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