apex_predator:

Black Cat is perched atop the building across the street from the club house of the Poison Memories street gang, watching the party going on inside. No guards on the roof, but two at the door taking money and counting heads. Inside, they're having one of their stupid gang-banger parties that no one's going to report, no matter how much the noise is a pain in the ass.

"Cat is in position." she says, watching the entrance.

"Rhino in position."  Rhino says.

"Eye in the sky, in position." Vulture reports over the comm.

"Scorpion is go at this station." Scorpion reports.

"Hit 'em hard and fast, gentlemen. No civilian casualties and save one of the gang-bangers for me. Rose Red wants someone to talk to. You can splatter the rest. Systems go." she says.

perenawska:

Irina wasn't one for celebrating her own birthday. She love celebrating others, but for her own she liked to find a dive bar and drink until she was seeing double or triple. Which is exactly what she was doing today, her thirtieth birthday.

She sat in a corner table, back to the wall, with a bottle of Jose Cuervo and a shot glass. She didn't even bother with the salt and lime.

nextgen_holiday:

"A father is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be." -- Unknown

queenofcrime:

It was just after the OsCorp’s research and development’s division was closed for the night right between guard shifts that Rose Red had some of her people attack. There was some tech there that she was interested in for less than legal purposes and that she could use to gain an edge for Fisk Industries.

This should be a simple snatch and grab with security being light and the cops that did get there probably wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight either.

burnwithlight:

Giovanna Bennet had just dropped up a delivery at the courier service not far from the building in which she, Andrew, and Angelo lived. She sighed as she headed back into the New York cold, heading back there.

nextgen_holiday:

Christmas. Yule. Saturnalia. Dies Natalis Solis Invicti. Many cultures have celebrated and still celebrate a winter festival. There have been many names for it over the millennia. No matter the name it is a time to come together and celebrate with feasts and gifts with friends and loved ones.

Each culture has a legendary figure who would deliver gifts to children during this time. In Russia and some Slavic cultures he is known as Ded Moroz, Grandfather Frost, and comes not on Christmas but on New Year’s along with his granddaughter Snegurochka, or ‘”Snow Maiden”. In the United Kingdom and other parts of Europe he is known as Father Christmas. In the Netherlands and Belgium he is known as Saint Nicholas or “Sinterklaas” and in France he is known as Père Noël. In the United States we know him as Santa Claus.

No matter the name or who is delivering gifts, it is the season of peace, joy and togetherness. It is the season for thinking about loved ones, friends and those less fortunate. It is a time to witness the goodness and generosity the human race is capable of. It is a time for peace on Earth and goodwill toward man.

burnwithlight:

They'd only recently gotten back to New York. So much work to do. And now Gio was running a few errands while Andrew was engrossed in work and Angelo was tidying the suite.

She was carrying her canvass bag of acquisitions back towards their place when she heard the scream. It was agirl's scream. It was not a scream at a spider or a mouse or a pillow fight. Giovanna herself had screamed the way she was hearing once.

She ran toward the ally where she heard it. There were four men in Kevlaresque jackets and one very frightened young woman with platinum curls -- from which emerged long, long pointed ears.

"Well, don't you feel like big men," Giovanna says, eyes flickering.