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raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-10-28 12:20 am
raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-10-28 12:20 am
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Ficbit: Bombing Mission with added Spidey
....yeah, I just finished OG FF7 and went back to try the Remake again (this time I will actually master Normal Mode!), so expect more of this nonsense for the near future. Rated T for Don't Think Too Hard About Timelines.
*
With AVALANCHE running on ahead, Cloud takes a moment to look up. Mako Reactor 8 rears up over him like a fucking Zolom, all impassive menace, pumping white smoke into the starless sky. Slated for demolition, he thinks, though Jessie’s explosive device is really only meant to render the reactor inoperable. A guy can dream.
He’s about to keep going when a black shape, outlined in red and blue where the spotlights hit it just right, flashes across the lit-up tower of the reactor. What-?
He charges ahead, catches up to his employer. “Above!” he bursts out, and Barret turns, censure already on his tongue- “It’s the spider guy!” Cloud clarifies before Barret gets the words out.
“It’s Spider-Man, geez,” comes the voice from above left, and Barret whirls on his heel, gun-arm already spinning up to fire. Biggs follows suit with his own piece, Wedge and Jessie fall back, and Cloud, with increasing misgivings, swings his sword up and over his shoulder to aim it at the man dangling by his fingertips and heels from the nearby streetlight. If they’re getting accosted by weird-but-generally-thought-benevolent folk heroes in brightly-colored tights, this mission is already going down the toilet.
*
Peter tries not to stare at Cloud, honestly, but it’s hard when his spider-sense is lighting the guy up like a beacon and the rest of his brain is desperate to ask him for an autograph. You have no idea how much you changed my life when I was fourteen- but that would only break the poor guy’s brain. Break it early, at any rate.
“Hi guys!” he says instead, giving them a jaunty look-I’m-unarmed wave. “Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here. Can’t help but notice it looks like you’re getting up to some minor terrorism.” Jessie hugs the canister full of Boom to her chest protectively. “Can I interest you in putting that energy towards something more constructive?”
“Sometimes in order to get con-structive, you gotta get de-structive,” Barret announces. “Now if you’re not gonna try to stop us, I suggest you de-spider the area.”
“Can’t do that,” Peter shrugs. “Sorry.” And he means it - Shinra has it coming, but if it was someone back home trying to bomb Fox News HQ he’d be doing the same thing. “Now. Just put down the bomb and we can take it from there. You don’t wanna do something you can’t take back.”
Barret grimaces, his Temper meter visibly rising, but it’s Biggs who raises his voice. “Hey! In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re the good guys!” Wedge and Jessie echo him, and even Barret relaxes a fraction and grins. Only Cloud, holding up that heavy slab of sharpened metal like it was made of paper, remains impassive.
It’s such a show of solidarity that Peter almost regrets being a buzzkill. “Guys. You are literally about to blow up a building.”
And there goes Barret’s beginnings of a good mood, as quickly as it’d appeared. “We ain’t got time for you!” he barks, and gestures with his one hand. “Merc! You’re up.”
Cloud’s eyes, fixed on him already, sharpen, and Peter’s spider-sense is abruptly deafening. “Hey, wait-“ he starts, then has to leap as the Buster Sword neatly cuts down the light pole he’d been perched on. Cloud, for all he looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over, is serious business.
So much for Operation: Change History, attempt A. Peter’s still determined to keep save Aeris and get Cloud’s brain back in a slightly less traumatic way on track, though.
*
(“Man, that was nerve-wracking.”
“You okay, Wedge?”
“Yeah, just - I’m not great with, uh, you know. Spiders.”
“You know he’s not an actual spider, right? They just call him that because he sticks to things.”
“Really? I heard it was because he had a materia that summons a giant spider!”
“…well, that’s gonna haunt my nightmares tonight.”
“Think Cloud’ll be okay?”
“Heh. Maybe we shoulda left him a rolled-up newspaper.”
“Don’t you mean a cup and a piece of paper, Barret?”
“I said what I said.”)
*
With AVALANCHE running on ahead, Cloud takes a moment to look up. Mako Reactor 8 rears up over him like a fucking Zolom, all impassive menace, pumping white smoke into the starless sky. Slated for demolition, he thinks, though Jessie’s explosive device is really only meant to render the reactor inoperable. A guy can dream.
He’s about to keep going when a black shape, outlined in red and blue where the spotlights hit it just right, flashes across the lit-up tower of the reactor. What-?
He charges ahead, catches up to his employer. “Above!” he bursts out, and Barret turns, censure already on his tongue- “It’s the spider guy!” Cloud clarifies before Barret gets the words out.
“It’s Spider-Man, geez,” comes the voice from above left, and Barret whirls on his heel, gun-arm already spinning up to fire. Biggs follows suit with his own piece, Wedge and Jessie fall back, and Cloud, with increasing misgivings, swings his sword up and over his shoulder to aim it at the man dangling by his fingertips and heels from the nearby streetlight. If they’re getting accosted by weird-but-generally-thought-benevolent folk heroes in brightly-colored tights, this mission is already going down the toilet.
*
Peter tries not to stare at Cloud, honestly, but it’s hard when his spider-sense is lighting the guy up like a beacon and the rest of his brain is desperate to ask him for an autograph. You have no idea how much you changed my life when I was fourteen- but that would only break the poor guy’s brain. Break it early, at any rate.
“Hi guys!” he says instead, giving them a jaunty look-I’m-unarmed wave. “Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here. Can’t help but notice it looks like you’re getting up to some minor terrorism.” Jessie hugs the canister full of Boom to her chest protectively. “Can I interest you in putting that energy towards something more constructive?”
“Sometimes in order to get con-structive, you gotta get de-structive,” Barret announces. “Now if you’re not gonna try to stop us, I suggest you de-spider the area.”
“Can’t do that,” Peter shrugs. “Sorry.” And he means it - Shinra has it coming, but if it was someone back home trying to bomb Fox News HQ he’d be doing the same thing. “Now. Just put down the bomb and we can take it from there. You don’t wanna do something you can’t take back.”
Barret grimaces, his Temper meter visibly rising, but it’s Biggs who raises his voice. “Hey! In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re the good guys!” Wedge and Jessie echo him, and even Barret relaxes a fraction and grins. Only Cloud, holding up that heavy slab of sharpened metal like it was made of paper, remains impassive.
It’s such a show of solidarity that Peter almost regrets being a buzzkill. “Guys. You are literally about to blow up a building.”
And there goes Barret’s beginnings of a good mood, as quickly as it’d appeared. “We ain’t got time for you!” he barks, and gestures with his one hand. “Merc! You’re up.”
Cloud’s eyes, fixed on him already, sharpen, and Peter’s spider-sense is abruptly deafening. “Hey, wait-“ he starts, then has to leap as the Buster Sword neatly cuts down the light pole he’d been perched on. Cloud, for all he looks like a stiff breeze could knock him over, is serious business.
So much for Operation: Change History, attempt A. Peter’s still determined to keep save Aeris and get Cloud’s brain back in a slightly less traumatic way on track, though.
*
(“Man, that was nerve-wracking.”
“You okay, Wedge?”
“Yeah, just - I’m not great with, uh, you know. Spiders.”
“You know he’s not an actual spider, right? They just call him that because he sticks to things.”
“Really? I heard it was because he had a materia that summons a giant spider!”
“…well, that’s gonna haunt my nightmares tonight.”
“Think Cloud’ll be okay?”
“Heh. Maybe we shoulda left him a rolled-up newspaper.”
“Don’t you mean a cup and a piece of paper, Barret?”
“I said what I said.”)
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> “Hi guys!” he says instead, giving them a jaunty look-I’m-unarmed wave. “Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man here. Can’t help but notice it looks like you’re getting up to some minor terrorism.” Jessie hugs the canister full of Boom to her chest protectively. “Can I interest you in putting that energy towards something more constructive?”
> “Sometimes in order to get con-structive, you gotta get de-structive,” Barret announces. “Now if you’re not gonna try to stop us, I suggest you de-spider the area.”
I love this bit so much. Absolutely fantastic stuff :D
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