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Started April 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Peggy blinked, then looked down at Klaus and back up. "Think you could get the door?"

"Sure." Gwen grunted as she stood up. "The Stark building, I presume?"

"That's the bitch." Peggy nodded, shifting Klaus in her arms.

"Ow." he grunted. "Why?"

"Why what? And sorry, I was trying to make walking more comfortable for you." She winced, looking apologetic.

"At least this bitch isn't killing you." Gwen noted, glancing at Klaus. "Sorry."

"Shit hurt." He wrapped is arms around around his stomach and closed his eyes

Damon started to stalk off towards Queens and downtown not even caring how much noise he made with the katanas clanging against eachother

"You're Amity, right? Never really liked that name. It describes a pacifist." Gwen nodded to Klaus, a nervous look in her eye. A minute ago she was trying to hurt-not kill-them.

He shrugged. "They say it fits me well, so I can't complain."

damon had gotten a few yards away from where the fight had been and stopped but couldn't really stop thinking of that girl he had met "man she was HOT"

(Damon: I like you.
Gwen: Shut the hell up.
Damon: But-
Gwen: No! Throws metallic thing at him that the creator of this character is too lazy to specify.
Damon: Still lives because he's Deadpool's son.
Gwen: Loses it that he can't be killed already, but then somehow, later in the story, finds that she likes him.
This is the kind of stuff that runs through my head…)

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"Meh, I don't think a single name could fit me. Asshole, jerkwad, metalhead, someone even came up with a hero name for me: Magnet Girl. How ridiculous is that?" Gwen remarked. "So, not as bad as Amity, but it could be better."

"Better than Carnage 2." He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably.

"Oh! Some kid, when I had a pixie cut one time, thought I was Magneto's son. Now that's bad. But I think you win, mister my-hero-name-sucks." Gwen sighed, shaking her head. "Since when are you agreeable?"

Damon heard their conversation and couldn't help but laugh "I guess they won't need me anymore. Welp better go back to Queens" picking up his bag he started walking again

"Damon, I never knew you couldn't feel guilt." Gwen yelled back, tossing a random dog tag she'd tinkered with for the past few minutes after the 'fight' towards Damon, not intending to hurt him, just to get his attention, for the dog tag had her number carved into it: 555-9837, and Gwen's full name on the other side. It had taken her time to do something like that, but Damon, although annoying, was also…interesting.

damon turned around and caught it "Thanks" he threw her a paper airplane "Call me if you need"