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Chapter Two: Black as Night
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As soon as they had reached the roof, Hank's nose had been assaulted by the dank odour emanating through the shattered glass of the formerly ornate window. The situation didn't improve in the slightest once they had entered, carefully avoiding the broken edges. "Last thing we need is blood poisoning." Hank had muttered as the pair had descended, before taking in the disordered remnants of the Sanctum. To him the surroundings were still familiar, he could still picture himself sitting crosslegged listening to Stephen talk. "This is NOT the time for reminisances!" he thought to himself as he shook his head, trying to clear away the memories and concentrate on the mental chatter he was picking up from below. Hank padded on almost silently after Spider, watching his heat signature bobbing over his field of view. Even without Spider's preternatural sixth sense, Hank could tell that something was amiss. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck begin to prickle. As each part of the team neared the center of the building, Hank picked up the overspill from Barry's rushed thoughts over his link with 'Toria. "What's the kid got himself into this time?" he thought as he raced with Spider to the boy's location.

Hank moved swiftly in ahead of Spider, circling the room a little so as not to block the other man's line of sight. The man who had woken before them seemed to be expecting them. Hank looked at him closely, something about the costume setting of alarms in his mind, something he had seen a long time ago in another life. "Look Red. I don't know who this Frank is, and to be perfectly honest at this point I really couldn't care less. We were looking for a previous incumbent of this domicile." he said with a snarl of his own. He flicked a worried glance at 'Toria as he picked up on her own flash of recognition, before returning his gaze to the being confronting them. "He looks like a guy that P.. that partnered the Spiderman of my reality on occasion." he thought in answer to her query, although he didn't move from the spot in which he stood. "What's your story anyway?" he asked, his nose twitching a little at the stench of old dried blood in the enclosed room.
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