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maceintheface ([info]maceintheface) wrote in [info]marvel_legends,
@ 2011-05-20 19:01:00


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Entry tags:sif, thor, thunderstrike

Kevin Masterson Hates You, Hates Your City, and Hates Your Heroes
"Kevin! Come back here, we need to talk about this!" Marcy Steele called after her son. Along with her husband, Bobby Steele, she'd just managed to smooth over things with the principal at the Maria Stark Academy after the fight Kevin had been in.

"I'll be home later!" Kevin snapped, stalking off with his hands in his pockets.

"Marcy, just let him go... it's a guy thing. He needs some time." Bobby reassured her, watching his step-son storm off. He'd overheard enough while waiting to speak to the principal that the fight had been something to do with comments about Eric.

~~~

"Why the hell did Mom and Dad have to move back here anyway? Not like Bobby couldn't have stuck with his almost the same stupid sports-talk job back home..." Kevin muttered to himself as he went down the street. Now he was living in hero central. All he ever risked running into out west was Wonder Man, and he doesn't count. Now it seems like every other day there's the Fantastic Four or Spider-Man or whoever doing their thing in Times Square and the media going nuts for it. All of them who've gotten to come back so many times.

So why not his dad?

And did any of them even ever apologize for what they dragged him into? Hell no. Sure, he got the occasional check-in from Herc, since he was one of Dad's buddies (nice guy, but dude needs to shower more often), but do you think him or his mom had the Avengers on their speed-dial? Fat chance.

Bunch of stupid costumed glory hounds...



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[info]maceintheface
2011-05-23 04:24 pm UTC (link)
"Last I checked..." Kevin seems rather sullen.

"Most of you heroes get to come back, over and over. He didn't." He turns to walk away.

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[info]thundergod
2011-05-23 04:32 pm UTC (link)
Thor's expression goes stern. His eyes narrow.

"Some." he agreed. "But in millennia of life, I hath seen thousands of the heroes of Asgard die, and be claimed by Hela. A few each generation escape death's clutches, but ne'er enough... whilst many villains return time and again, cheating Hel's grip. And I wouldst trade them all for thine father... or any number of others just as brave."

When he speaks again, it is with all the weight of godly presence behind it.

"And as long as thou'rt so focused on that he died, and not on what he died for... and what he lived for... thou wilt understand naught of heroism."

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[info]lady_sif
2011-05-23 04:33 pm UTC (link)
"If there wast a way to bring thy father back to thee, we wouldst hath done so," Sif said. "We doth miss him as much as thee."

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[info]maceintheface
2011-05-24 12:12 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah... sure; just like Reed Richards and his buddies have cured cancer and stopped world hunger."

His anger somewhat deflated into annoyance and mild depression, Kevin walks off.

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[info]thundergod
2011-05-25 03:16 am UTC (link)
Thor shakes his head, but lets him go. "A shame." he offers simply, and quietly, to Sif.

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[info]lady_sif
2011-05-25 03:17 am UTC (link)
"Aye," Sif agreed. "He couldst do much good with his father's mace if he wert worthy of it."

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