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jeriendhalNo old character legacies should be forgotten.
Why, oh why had she ever moved to New York City? Terri thought desperately as she waddled as quickly down the street as she could manage. Around her, a crowd of people screamed and ran back up the subway tunnel stairs, where she'd only just managed to escape, the usual safe have infested with those… men… or whatever they were. Small, hunchbacked, and armed, though they seemed intent on disassembling the subway train rather than attacking anyone.
Well, attacking civilians at least. Several of them were shooting energy rifles at the figures who came out of the sky, one in red and gold armor, one large and green, the third blond, muscled, dressed in Renfaire armor and carrying a huge hammer.
The baby kicked her hard in the stomach, as if he could sense her fear. Terry leaned forward, trying to follow the crowd to Wall Street. If she could get there then she might be able to find a spot in the dedicated shelters that had been installed a couple of years back when the Atlanteans had attacked.
Suddenly there was a huge roaring sound as one of the humanoids from the tunnels fired at the armored man, his shot going wide and blasting the third story of a building just as Terry ran past it. Debris fell around her as she screamed and covered her head with her arms. A piece of mortar struck her in the back and she fell face first onto the pavement, pinned under the concrete.
Too stunned to even scream again, Terry coughed, trying to get her elbows underneath herself to pull herself out from under the slab. It felt as if her belly was being compressed flat to her spine and that frightened her worse than any of the humanoids had.
Leather boots stepped in front of her field of vision and a pair of hands reached down to grab the slab and lift it off Terry, as if it were a piece of plywood. She rolled over onto her back to see the blond warrior looking down at her in concern.
"Mayhap, are you injured, milady?" he asked, voice seeming to boom even though she could have sworn he was talking in a normal tone.
"I… I…" Terry gasped for breath, horribly aware now of the wet feeling now spreading down the inside of her jeans and thighs. "Oh, God… Water broke… My baby! My baby!"
The warrior knelt down in front of her, fingers brushing lightly across the front of her blouse. "Fear not. I will get you to a house of healing, milady."
Terry clutched her belly as a horrible spasm made it clench. "No time!" she gasped. "I think…. He's coming… Now!"
The warrior frowned, then seemed to come to some kind of decision. "Then I will bring a healer to you." He looked upward and called out, "Spider-Man! Protect us whilst I aid this injured lady!"
"You got it, Blondie!" the hero called back from his perch on a nearby flagpole. Webbing spun from his palm, hitting one of the humanoids and jerking him away when he approached too close to Terry and the blond warrior's position.
"What… are you going… to do?" she gasped, her belly cramping again.
"Pray to Odin that the enchantments he laid upon mine hammer have stayed true through its reforging," he said gravely. He shifted the grip on shaft of his hammer, holding it near the head, then slammed the butt end sharply on the pavement.
There was a bright flash and a crack of thunder coming down from the cloudless sky. Blinded, Terry blinked several times as the dark spots faded from her eyes. In front of her the warrior had disappeared. In his place knelt a skinny, bespectacled man holding a thick walking stick in his hand, dressed in a business suit nearly twenty years out of date under a white lab coat.
"Hello, ma'am," he said with a polite smile. "My name is Dr. Donald Blake. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Why, oh why had she ever moved to New York City? Terri thought desperately as she waddled as quickly down the street as she could manage. Around her, a crowd of people screamed and ran back up the subway tunnel stairs, where she'd only just managed to escape, the usual safe have infested with those… men… or whatever they were. Small, hunchbacked, and armed, though they seemed intent on disassembling the subway train rather than attacking anyone.
Well, attacking civilians at least. Several of them were shooting energy rifles at the figures who came out of the sky, one in red and gold armor, one large and green, the third blond, muscled, dressed in Renfaire armor and carrying a huge hammer.
The baby kicked her hard in the stomach, as if he could sense her fear. Terry leaned forward, trying to follow the crowd to Wall Street. If she could get there then she might be able to find a spot in the dedicated shelters that had been installed a couple of years back when the Atlanteans had attacked.
Suddenly there was a huge roaring sound as one of the humanoids from the tunnels fired at the armored man, his shot going wide and blasting the third story of a building just as Terry ran past it. Debris fell around her as she screamed and covered her head with her arms. A piece of mortar struck her in the back and she fell face first onto the pavement, pinned under the concrete.
Too stunned to even scream again, Terry coughed, trying to get her elbows underneath herself to pull herself out from under the slab. It felt as if her belly was being compressed flat to her spine and that frightened her worse than any of the humanoids had.
Leather boots stepped in front of her field of vision and a pair of hands reached down to grab the slab and lift it off Terry, as if it were a piece of plywood. She rolled over onto her back to see the blond warrior looking down at her in concern.
"Mayhap, are you injured, milady?" he asked, voice seeming to boom even though she could have sworn he was talking in a normal tone.
"I… I…" Terry gasped for breath, horribly aware now of the wet feeling now spreading down the inside of her jeans and thighs. "Oh, God… Water broke… My baby! My baby!"
The warrior knelt down in front of her, fingers brushing lightly across the front of her blouse. "Fear not. I will get you to a house of healing, milady."
Terry clutched her belly as a horrible spasm made it clench. "No time!" she gasped. "I think…. He's coming… Now!"
The warrior frowned, then seemed to come to some kind of decision. "Then I will bring a healer to you." He looked upward and called out, "Spider-Man! Protect us whilst I aid this injured lady!"
"You got it, Blondie!" the hero called back from his perch on a nearby flagpole. Webbing spun from his palm, hitting one of the humanoids and jerking him away when he approached too close to Terry and the blond warrior's position.
"What… are you going… to do?" she gasped, her belly cramping again.
"Pray to Odin that the enchantments he laid upon mine hammer have stayed true through its reforging," he said gravely. He shifted the grip on shaft of his hammer, holding it near the head, then slammed the butt end sharply on the pavement.
There was a bright flash and a crack of thunder coming down from the cloudless sky. Blinded, Terry blinked several times as the dark spots faded from her eyes. In front of her the warrior had disappeared. In his place knelt a skinny, bespectacled man holding a thick walking stick in his hand, dressed in a business suit nearly twenty years out of date under a white lab coat.
"Hello, ma'am," he said with a polite smile. "My name is Dr. Donald Blake. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
