More Spider-Girl. Part II of I think III
Cry Havoc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War
Mayday was quickly moved in with the rest of Captain America's secret Avengers. She was intimidated at first, but when the Young Avengers and Scott Lang moved in, she felt much more at ease. many nights she could be seen in the room she shared with Cassie Lang talking late into the night. or she was walking through the halls, hand in hand with Jack Power, even though Rage had taken to flirting with her.
One night, just as Mayday, the rest of the Young Avengers, and Scott Lang finished their supper (Scott Lang had taken to being guardian for ALL the minors staying in the Secret Avenger's base), Captain America walked in.
"We're having a meeting son," he said quietly. "Scott we're going to need you."
Scott nodded and stood. the kids began making their way toward their respective quarters.
"Wait," Steve called. "Mayday, we want you sitting in on this one."
all the Young Avenger's paused. none of them had ever been asked to sit in on a planning meeting before. all teenagers, including Rage and the Power brothers, were always sent to their quarters during plannning meetings.
"S-sure," May replied.
Scott cast looks between Steve and Mayday, trying to figure out why his daughter's best friend was coming to a planning meeting.
Steve pointed Scott to a seat near Daredevil, and then guided Mayday to a seat directly to the right of his own.
Mayday could see she wasn't the only one confused by her attendance. Others around the table were shuffeling and whispering about her, while casting quick short looks at her. She'd never felt more nervous. Not even when she'd gone on her date with Jack had she felt this nervous.
"Alright," Captain America began. "this is a general planning meeting, to update us all on where we stand, and how we plan on surviving the duration of Stark's war."
"Why is the kid here?" asked the Falcon
"Yeah," Mayday finally spoke. "Why am I here?"
Steve hung his head. "May... You have something here none of us at this table has... Experience in this situation. Many of us have had to hide our own identies, had to hide from the law... but none of us have ever been hunted on this level. You have."
Mayday covered her mouth in shock. He was refering to the reality she'd traveled here from. She'd lived for over a year with her godfather, Johnny Storm, in a safehouse after her parents were killed. "Oh god," she whispered.
The table was silent. Steve turned to them. "For those of you who didn't catch her televised statement, May was born in an alternate reality where not only did they pass Super-Human Registration, but they eventually outlawed Super-humans. In her reality, Meta-Humans were killed on sight, hunted down, executed... in short, genocide. She out lived many of them because she was able to hide. We will need her experience in that field... May... Mayday, can you help us with that?"
"I-I think so, Captain Rogers," She replied weakly.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Good girl," he told her. He turned to the group. "We already have false ID's for most of our members, so they can go in public. We've talked about setting up safehouses througout the city, possibly talking to Dr. Strange about using the Sanctum Sanctorum. Can anyone think of anything else we might be able to do?"
"Um..." Mayday raised her hand timidly.
"May?" Steve asked.
"Well, Captain Rogers, one of the things we did was to set up new names," She squeaked.
"Cap said we're already doing that," Daredevil told her calmly.
"No..." she corrected. "I mean... new codenames," she stressed. "They plan their response to our appearance by who we are. if they don't realize who they're fighting right away, they may fight us wrong. For instance, Uncle Johnny would wear jeans and a leather jacket coated with unstable molecules and go out calling himself "Hell Fighter". People thought he was a Ghostrider knock off and it lead to them trying to cast spells that only work agaisnt someone weilding hellfire."
Steve leaned back as he thought about what the girl had jst said.
"Isn't that a bit superfluous?" chided Nighthawk.
Mayday started fidgeting, but then Luke spoke up. "No, it's smart. think about it. I show up in my street clothes, they know not to waste ammunition on me. But, I show up dressed like... say Josiah X, or even like Bill," he gestured across the table at Goliath. "And it might take them a while to figure out I've got different powers. It would let us get what we want done and then get out of there. Meanwhile they're still trying to figure out what the hell happened and who the hell they were fighting."
"But where are we going to get spare costumes," asked Daredevil.
"Kate," Mayday squeaked. as everyone turned to face her again. she explained, "Kate Bishop... she helped the Young Avengers get new costumes... I bet she could get you guys some spares, especially if she doesn't need them designed from the ground up."
Steve nodded beside her, and Mayday let out a breath of relief. "Okay," Captain America said. "We're doing it. Mayday, you are in charge of assigning everyone a secondary codename and getting them a costume for it. I want in done within a few weeks."
Mayday swelled with pride, then looked around the table. This was going to be a challenge.
"I'm covered already," Daredevil smiled, giving her a thumbs-up.
It was a few days later, Mayday was sitting with Cassie in their room, talking about who could become who.
"Well," Cassie said. "Daddy's doesn't plan on taking part in the fighting, he wants to just hang around the base and keep things running, so Mr. Foster could borrow his Ant-Man gear..."
"that's pretty good," Mayday replied. She was about half-done assigning secondary codenames. Captain America was going to be Hawkeye. "By the way... how would you like a green full body suit and wig?"
"Why?" asked Cassie warily.
"I was thinking of trying to pass you off as a gamma-mutant," Mayday replied, showing a sloppy sketch labled "Stomp".
"Works for me," Cassie replied.
"Good then we have..." Mayday's list of those yet to be assigned was cut short as an alarm went off overhead.
they rushed to the warroom.
"We have a major incursion at Roxxon chemicals," announced Nighthawk. "Kaplan, Johnson, prepare to port us all. This is a rescue operation."
"NO!" shouted Mayday.
"You don't have authority to override me," Nighthawk sneered at her. He wasn't a bad person, but he was sick to death of taking orders from a teenager.
"I mean we sholdn't bring both," she explained. "If it's a trap and they're waiting for us, we're toast. plus, how would those here evacuate in case of a raid."
Nighthawk looked between the two teleporters. He hated the fact that she was right. "Wiccan remains here with Hawkeye, Patriot, Hulkling, and Ant-Man. The rest of us are going."
"I'll need rest," Cloak warned them.
"Spider-Girl, pick out a team to protect him once we're there," Nighthawk snapped.
"Mr. Cage, Dagger, and Justice," she called. They nodded.
with a swirl of darkness they were deposited in the middle of a chemical yard. They looked around, a little chilled by the silence.
Mayday's spider-sense suddenly went off. She webbed three darts meant for Cloak. Cage took two to the chest, and they bounced off harmlessly. Justice errected a TK barrier to stop seven of them. Dagger was hit with four when she used her own body to protect Cloak.
"TANDY!" cried an angry Cloak. Tyrone Johnson had never really sorted out what his feelings for his partner, Tandy Bowen, were. He didn't know if she was his best friend, or if she was something more. He often called her "My Love," but only because he knew that he loved her... he didn't know if it was romantic love, but he knew there was indeed love. This is explained so that his violent reaction is understood. Cloak went intangible, drifted through his protectors and absorbed three soldiers directly into his cloak as the battle broke out.
"All Hell Broke Loose" didn't begin to describe this situation. As Mayday, Justice, and Luke Cage protected an unconsious Dagger, Cloak was rampaging around, absorbing people into himself and spitting them out in no fit state to fight.
Captain America was fighting hand to hand against Iron Man. Mayday saw he father engaging several targets. She sighed, aimed, and fired. She covered her father's hands in webbing.
She saw three people enlarged, fighting. Dr. Pym was fighting Goliath, and Cassie was fighting three Thunderbolts. A thought struck Mayday. she quickly swung up to Cassie's shoulder. "Go fight Yellowjacket," she shouted to her friend over the din of battle. "Let Me take care of these yokles."
Mayday dropped onto Mach IV's head, driving him into the ground. She put a web over songbird's mouth. and she turned just in time to be caught by a bionic arm from Dr. Octopus. "Crap, crap, crap," she began to utter.
Stature charged over and drover her shoulder into Yellowjacket's gut. "I've got this guy Goliath," She told her teammate.
"Take it easy," he said, going off to help Captain America.
"I have more experience than you Cassie," Hank Pym chided. "Don't make me hurt you."
"Please," Cassie dissmissed as she caught Hank in the gut with a punch, then a kneed to his chin, then a round-house kick across the face. "Hawkeye, Captain America, and Union Jack all gave me fighting lessons. How about you?" she smirked. While Hank had experience in fighting, it was usually strong people smaller than himself. never people of equal size.
"It is almost biblical," Dr. Octopus remarked as he continued swatting at Spider-Girl. "Daughter against father. He fights in this battle, you know."
"Yeah," she remarked as she flipped backwards over two tenticles. "You need a bath, you know."
"As insolent as your father before you," he bellowed at her. he caught her in the gut with one tentacle, but she flipped over the next.
"Spider-Sense and instinct," she muttered to herself, over and over. She was swinging through his tentacles, not getting closer, but not getting hit either. That was when she heard the commotion.
someone was saying "Thor".
"Oh, I'm going to regret going up against Thor," Cassie remarked as she lunged at the god who was supposed to be dead.
"More than you'll know," replied Thor darkly as he raised his hammer and let go a stream of lighting straight through Cassie's gut. at first she was surprised. then she staggered backwards. She was shrinking slowly.
Mayday had watched, and been hit once, but then even Dr. Octopus was staring in disbelief.
the battle seemed to stop as they watched Cassie Lang sway on her feet, then fall to the ground, all the time still shrinking. the first sound, after Thor's blast, was Mayday's voice crying "CASSIE!"
she and the rest of the Young Avengers quickly rushed to their fallen comrade's side. Mayday patted Cassie's shrinking cheek, trying to show that she was there.
"Daddy?" came a sob from Cassie's throat, accompanied by blood. Cassie's eyes became unfocused... and with that last word, Cassie Lang, Stature of the Young Avengers, died.
She was roughly seven feet when she'd stopped shrinking. Mayday hefted her bestfriend's head into her lap. "Cassie!" She continued to cry. he repeated screamings of her friends name seemed to eventually merge into one long wail of pain and sorrow.
Mayday didn't even know how things had turned out. She didn't know that the Invisible Woman had errected a forcefield while Cloak teleported them all away. All but Cassie. Rage had picked her up and pulled her away from her friend, and turned her into Jack's waiting arms. All Mayday could do was cry. Cry, and wail for her lost friend.
A few hours passed, and she had stopped wailing. now it was a silent steady sob. She sat curled on her bunk, her knees clutched tightly to her chest as she sobbed.
"Mayday?" asked a man at the door. It was Steve Rogers. He walked in and put a hand on her back.
"How do you do it?" she asked him suddenly.
"Do what?" he asked gently, rubbing her back as she sniffled her question.
"Live with the fact that... taht you sent your friend to die," Mayday explained. "I told Cassie to fight Yellow Jacket. if she hadn't done that... she woudn't have been the closest one to that... that Thor-thing. She would be alive." she looked up at him. "How do I live with the fact that I killed her?"
Steve held Mayday close to his side as he stroked her brunette hair. He'd never had a daughter, but Mayday thought he would make a natural father. "You tell yourself that it was necessary," he said, though his tone of voice didn't suggest that he expected it to help. "You tell yourself they would have done it anyway. YOu tell yourself that they are in a better place. You tell yourself that... that it was meant to be."
"Does that help you?" She asked.
"No... but it's supposed to," he answered honestly. "I guess the only real reason I can do it and... and still look myself in the mirror in the morning is... well it's that at times like this, when those horrible decisions have to be made, we don't have time to blame ourselves. We don't have time to fall apart, because there are others that need us, that need to see us strong and resiliant. They need us to tell them that that person didn't die in vain, even if that's all we see. They need to believe that there are people made of steel, even if it's just a lot of shiney paint... does that make any sense?"
"Yeah," She said quietly. "I guess it does."