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A City Falls: Start

Preparation

Just after light on the seventh day of the month of Bassoon everyone’s SCA glows with the colour of the void before showing a message. A briefing for the mission to come.

Anyone who goes to investigate the dressing carriage will find all the cupboards and drawers open. They may need to battle through spider webs but soon will find an array of clothes. Trousers, skirts, dresses, shirts, robes, cloaks. Everything they will need and plenty of choice. All the clothes have accents of team colours in more muted hues than the normal bold hoodies they wear.

A few hours later there is an announcement over the speakers. "Arrival to Planet #25768 imminent. Prepare for exit from Void. Drop order: Purple, Orange, Red, Blue. All passengers are to wear their Safety Control Apparatus and are reminded that emergency evacuation protocol is three short taps."

The train shudders and jerks. It is time.

Purple

"Purple Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Purple team to doors."

The train flies down through the air before coming to a stop between two rocky outcrops. The doors hiss open, it’s a bit of a jump down to the ground and anyone who looks back will find the train hard to see. Not invisible but definitely cloaked, shifting to blend in with the rock.

They can hear the sound of many footsteps and the high sound of young voices. It is easy to hear where they need to be.

As they move down the rocky slope they will see the main pass. A large group of children are walking. Spirits are high even if it is clear they are on their guard. Older teens are wearing weapons, swords, the odd axe, a few daggers. Nothing expertly crafted but they all wear them with ease. Slightly younger children carry the very young, toddlers and those too young to walk and keep pace.

There’s a sound from in front of the group. From around the corner a girl, about thirteen years old, runs towards them. Her braids bounce against her shoulders, her eyes are wide with fear and she waves her hands at the others. “Run! Run!”

A shadow looms behind her, a winged wolf, gaining speed towards her. Sat on the wolf is a spear wielding goblin.

From all around them a growling of many more wolves, in the hills, close and ready to pounce.

Orange

Once Purple Team are gone the train flies again. "Orange Team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Orange Team to doors."

The train seems to be still concealed as it hovers at the city walls. There’s a bit of a jump onto the walls but at least they are near one of the staircases down into the city.

Also luckily no one seems to have seen them appearing out of no where though that has more to do with the general chaos rather than anything else!

There is a lot of chaos! People evacuating, animals everywhere, people looking lost and bewildered. Get herding or helping and encourage people up that cliff path!

Red

The train flies onward. "Red team to doors. Drop in two minutes. Red team to doors."

The train makes a slightly bumpy landing on a rocky slope. Scrambling up the slope red team will see a group of fighters, perhaps eighty in total. There are some supplies to the side, not yet allotted. Some horses and weapons. All the fighters are currently focused on a tall woman who is on horseback, facing them from the front.

“… Say those that stand here, as few as we may be were the ones who end the goblin menace on our lands for good. For our children and our families. We fight!”

The end of what was clearly a rousing speech, the fighters cheer. They begin to move over the slope, towards the goblin camp below. If you are joining this battle the time is now!

Blue

The train flies low, skimming over the lake. "Blue Team to doors. Drop in one minute. Blue Team to doors."

Jumping down off the train they will land in the shallows of the lake. It’s not deep enough to go over their boots and now too far to wade to shore. The shore is rocky, loose rocks and pools of water to avoid. The tower stands before them. Three goblins, riding wolves perch on the walls high above them. The sky above crackles with lightning that is not at all natural.

The doorway to the tower is open, there are a lot of stairs to get up. The howls of the wolves fill the air as the wizards fight them off above. Time to climb!

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Wade reached over to pull the arrow from his arm, not paying any attention to the amount of flesh that came out with the barbed tip.

“Just fine, Spidey, don’t worry about little ol’ me. I’ll heal up un no time. But hey, be a bro and finish ripping this hand off, it’s getting in the way.” he said and cheerfully offered his mostly severed hand to the spider-teen. “We need to move, got goblins starting to flank. Don’t you have experience with these? Or just green ones?

That sounds alarming. Also he said that same thing to Tony and Buttercup on the last mission when he got bit by that goat. Is that really how it sounds? Never mind, not important. He guesses. What's important is the fact there are goblins out trying to kill them and kidnap children for reasons Peter is really concerned about.

"Dude! I'm in the middle of a conversation-I don't shoot at you with arrows!" He called at one of the Goblin's who's aim was way off. "What? You want me to rip-I don't think I can do that. I might vomit on you."

“Yeah, I know its gross, kid, but its holding me back and I can’t drop my other weapon. Just close your eyes and use that crazy spider-strength. You can even keep some of the bones, but we gotta move quick.” he waved the arm again, swinging his left widely to catch out a goblin that was creeping up to melee range.

“If you gotta blow chunks, do it on a goblin. Maybe it will scare them?”

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Peter makes a weird face, like maybe just the thought alone is gonna make him sick but they're running out of time and maybe Wade has a point. He swallows hard and grits his teeth. His hand shoots out to grab the hand and he yanks as quickly as he can buuut he's not really using his strength for it because really doesn't want to be doing this.

Also, it feels weird. He's never held a hand that's almost completely severed before and he's certainly not enjoying the experience. "You can keep the bones, I still just-Whoa!" He ducks away as another arrow comes to close and has to kick a goblin that's trying a surprise attack.

"Yep, thanks, time to go!" Wade yelled, jumping away from the kicked goblin, giving the torn skin the last tug it needed to come free of his body.

"Don't forget your souvenir and keep close. I can take more hits than you can, and if I lose a leg, I need someone to haul my ass back." He turned to start backing away from the advancing group. They were separated from most of the other's on their side and he'd rather not test if they'd leave his ass there if he went down.

"Don't want your keeper throwing me off the train if you take an arrow to the knee."

And it tears off. There's a terrible, horrible, almost squelch-like noise that is definitely going to haunt Peter's nightmares forever. Or it would be added to the cycle of things he has nightmares about. Like he needed more.

He makes a horrified face as it hits him that he's holding a severed hand. A severed. Human. Hand.

"UGH!" Peter cries out, throwing the hand as hard as he can to get it as far away from him as possible. It hits a goblin and apparently knocks it down. Well that was. Unexpected.

"Don't ever ask me to do that again-ohmygod I'm gonna be sick." Peter complains, trying to fight back a bout of bile as he moves.

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“Can you vomit on the goblins if you’re gonna? I’ve been covered in my share of puke back in the day but right now isn’t really the time, you know?” He watched the arc of the hand through the air and smack a goblin, his brain providing a nice comic book splash effect as it connected.

“Nice shot, too bad we can’t just give you a pile of hands to th- Holy Canada that hurts you dickholes!” He shrieked as another arrow caught him in the back. “These goblins fuckin’ suck, I wish I had some grenades or something, can’t you web them or something to keep them from firing?”

Peter's not kidding-he tries to hold it back but in the end his queasy stomach wins out and he's leaning over to puke all over the ground. He may be a superhero but he's still only a teenage superhero and there are things-like severed hands-that's just not used to dealing with.

"Oh God, that's gross." Peter coughs out. He sure hopes he doesn't manage to get shot right now because he needs a moment and apparently the goblins don't fight fair. Not that he'd expect them to.

He wipes his mouth and winces as Wade is hit with more arrows. They should really think about find shelter or something.

"No webs. I ran out." He coughs out.

"Woah, don't just stop like that, Spidey!" Wade nearly tripped over himself trying to set up between Peter and the bulk of the goblins as the kid stopped in the middle of their retreat. He turned away, trying to knock away most of the arrows with his sword.

"You gonna make it down there, kid? We need to get you to cover."

Peter rolls his eyes because lets he him run and vomit at the same time. Can anyone manage that? He doesn't really want to know and just focuses on his stomach as it tries to force up more of his light lunch.

"I-I'm fine. I'll uh-" He heaves again and he knows it's coming right before he feels an arrow lodge its self right into the back of his leg.

"Fuck!" Peter curses loudly. "Oh god. Oh god, oh god-oh god."

Wade spun at Peter's shout, looking down to asses the damage before sheathing his sword and crouching to heft him up in a bridal carry, trying to keep the arrow in his thigh stable with his good hand. His missing arm went around Peter's back. Hopefully it being so close to his face wouldn't make him puke again.

"Shit, kid, why are you such a danger magnet? And don't vomit on me or I will absolutely drop your ass and let the creepy crawlies have you." He warned without heat. They needed to get out of there, the foothills of the mountains were full of cracks and caves.

He did his best to out run the mob, ignoring or unaware of the arrows that managed to hit as he ran.

They slid into a cave, and he attempted to set the kid down gently before whipping around with his sword out to make sure nothing had followed them. After a minute he figured they were probably good, and turned back to Peter.

"How are you doin', Spidey? Not going to pass out or vomit on me, are you?"

The good news is that Peter is so focused on the arrow now in this leg that he's completely forgotten about being so grossed out. The bad news, at least for Peter is that is really fucking hurts. Holy shit. Why did they have to shoot him while he was clearly unwell? Those dicks!

He's set down in a cave flops on to the ground carefully not to jostle the arrow in his leg anymore than he has too as Deadpool woks on taking out anything that might have followed. He takes a deep and looks at the arrow. Uh... how was he supposed to get it out?

Does he break the shaft? He knows that's what they do in books and movies and stuff, why not give it a try? He bites his lip and snaps the shaft.

"Oh man. Oh god. Bad idea. Holy shit. There's an arrow in my leg. Oh my god. I'm gonna die." He mutters to himself, trying not to think about the arrow and how bad it hurts. Fuck does it hurt.

"N-No yeah..." He looks up, probably looking a little pale and sweaty. "Just... not feeling.. awesome, you know?"

"You're not going to die, calm down. It will take way more than an arrow to take down the Amazing Spiderman." Wade laid his sword on the ground so it was in easy reach.

"Hey kid, look at me, don't look at your leg. Do you want me to tell you what we're gonna do, or do you want it to be a surprise? How's your healing factor, huh? Protect you from infections?"

He reached to his boot for a much smaller knife he had swiped from camp, just in case. "Doesn't look like enough blood to be serious, but we'll find out once we get that arrow out." Yeah, that sounded good and adult, he definitely wasn't freaking out about the injured spider-teen in front of him, or what Ironman was going to do to him, or any of those other horrible things.

"Ha! Haha." Peter laughs humorously. "Maybe not the Amazing Spider-Man but I'm the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man." He points out still trying not to think about the arrow.

"Uh... if your plan involves a needle in any form or fashion probably not." He takes a breath and tugs at his hair a bit. "Just-just get it out 'cause this really fucking hurts and I don't wanna heal around it."

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"No needle, promise, but I am gonna have to cut it out. Do me a favor and keep your eyes on the entrance, yeah? Warn me if anythings taking aim. A few more arrows in my back and I might just morph into Sonic or something." Wade rambled, bringing his knife to Peters thigh to widen the entrance wound a bit so the arrowhead could be pulled out without tearing more than it already had.

"How you holdin' up, Spidey, see any goblins coming for us?"

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Maybe it's the pain in his leg, or maybe there's poison on the arrow head and it's making him delirious but at that comment about morphing into sonic, Peter just starts laughing. It's not even that funny of a joke but he can't help it-for some reason it just really hit him funny.

That is, he's laughing all the way up until that knife goes into his leg, then he lets out a sharp yelp and tries to jerk back and yelps again because that sure didn't help anything.

"Holy Shit." He takes in a breath. "I-I'm good. I'm-" He needs to calm down before he has a panic attack. He glances down to see where there's blood oozing out of his leg. His face places. That was a bad idea. Such a bad idea.

Focus on something else.

"H-hey can-can I tell you a bad chemistry joke? I'd-I'd tell you a good one but they Argon."

“Oof, that wasn’t very good, Spidey, you oughta zinc if a new one, huh?” Hopefully he would be done before he had to think of another. That was the only chemistry joke he knew. “Keep your head up, monster under the bed rules, if you can’t see it, it ain’t happening.”

He moved quickly, using the remainder of the arrow shaft to pull the arrowhead out as quickly as possible. “Alrighty, its out and you have a way cooler souvenir from this than some lame finger bones.” He waved the arrow at Peter.

“Gotta clean it up first, but pay attention now, do you know how to wrap up a wound so you don’t go getting alien dirt in it?”

Peter giggles for a minute at the lame pun and then hisses in pain as the arrow comes out, scrunching up his face and biting down on his bottom lip.

"I-I was reading a book about helium and I couldn't put it down." He gets out another stupid joke to try not to focus on the pain and looks at the arrowhead covered in his blood.

"I don't think I want it." He says, still looking at it and then looks back down at his leg. That looks bad. Maybe it's not as bad as it looks though, maybe?

"Uh... I can stick a band-aid-well, I can't 'cause I don't have one. But I know how to stick a band-aid on stuff."

“Well, this is a bit more of a band-aid job, which is fine. All my funky Hello Kitty and MLP ones got left at home, and those heal your wounds better than normal ones.” He poked at the wound a moment. It missed anything super important and should heal fine. Or Spidey’s leg would fall off. Either or.

“I am gonna need help with this, though. I need you to to help tie off our MacGuyver bandaid here.” He reaches down to rip the cleanest strip of his weird cloak jacket he can find. “Now, I gotta tell you, normally you don’t take the thing out outside of a hospital, but you can’t move around with it in there, yeah?”

He rips the strip of wool in half and hands half to Peter. “Fold this up for me, it’s gonna have to be our gauze.”

Peter winces as his wound is poked at and looks away again. Nope, he can't do this and Wade isn't even laughing at his stupid Helium joke. He takes a deep breath and nods. It seems like he remembers hearing that or something. Too bad there's not hospital nearby.

"Y-yeah, I can-I can do that." He nods again, taking the fabric and folding it as best as he can can.

"What about Disney princesses and Pokemon? Those heal better than anything."

“ I mean, you are owned by Disney, but there was that whole thing with Sony, so lets hope you kept them princess powers, Spidey.” He took the folded fabric and frowned a moment. “Hey, this is gonna hurt like a bitch, try not to think about it.”

That was all the warning Peter got before Wade pressed the folded cloth firmly to the wound and holding it down with his stumped arm. With the other he started to wrap the remaining fabric strip around Peter’s leg. “Gimme a hand here, since you took mine, grab the other side we need to tie it tight.”

Peter will just be glad when all this is over and wound heals and he won't even have a scar. He lets out a nervous laugh at that comment and offers a small shrug. "I have no idea what you're taking about but, I mean... doesn't Disney own like... every one, technically?"

He hisses in pain at the pressure on the wound and grits his teeth before looking at it. Is there still any chance that it looks a lot worse than it is? Any?

"Um.. I don't uh.. Yeah, okay." Peter agrees, hoping he has enough control over his strength to not cut off the circulation.

"Speak for yourself, Spider-kid. Disney don't got me yet. That's why I get to say 'fuck'." Wade said cheerfully. "Pull a bit tighter." He instructed, eventually getting the wrapping tied off. He sat back a bit, sighing.

"You'll be fine, probably, let me know if you go numb or anything and don't panic. As far as wounds go, this one's pretty chill. Didn't get anything major and you aren't dead yet, which is the important thing, right?"

"Yeah but... it's Disney. It's only a matter of time." Peter shrugs while trying not to wince as the wrapping is tied off. "And I can say fuck, I just don't very often." Peter defends himself.

"I got in trouble like... last mission for cursing in front of Buttercup. I'm tryin' ta like... make sure she doesn't use those words in front of other people 'cause I'm pretty sure I'll get grounded if she does."

"Wow, just an outright hooligan, huh?" He asked, dragging himself up to his feet and offering his good hand to Peter.

"Don't think we should hang out here long, how goods your healing factor? Don't need to be 100%, just need to move."

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