Hospital Visit

Cassidy
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Hospital Visit Mar 7, 2022 5:57:10 GMT

Post by Cassidy on Mar 7, 2022 5:57:10 GMT

Crawling along the ceiling of the hospital halls, Spider-Bite made his way through the hospital, heading for the one room that held a certain resident.

Mettle.

Donning his new and improved red and black spider-suit, Cassidy continued along his way. How would Mettle react upon seeing him? How were things between them? Would it matter? After all, with this new Society of Supervillains startup, the two were playing on different sides of the field. An organization with an agenda that Mettle created. An agenda that could change with or without Mettle. Currently, the news and rumors were that these guys were here to help, only killing bad guys. As always, Cassidy was not exactly a huge fan of that.

Call me a stickler. Hah. Stickler. I made a funny.

All he had were his thoughts to offset the nervousness sitting upon his shoulders like a weight tied around his torso. This little checkup could go great or it could lead into rather unpleasant territory, assuming Mettle was not already exhausted and focused solely on recovering. The man had a way of asking certain questions. It had been a while since they last, even more time since their last conversation, time enough for Cassidy to recover himself. Just a few nights of napping and barely performing any serious exercise or physical activity unless it was an emergency. He was a superhero but not stupid. That and the days of recovery gave him time to work on this new costume, using the suit Daystar had gifted him to create this new apparel he wore. One better than the old red and blue and, while not quite as effective or containing all the bells and whistles the NanoSym suit had, it certainly was more than enough to help Cassidy get the job done in his own style.

Moving his head left and right as his eyes were checking room numbers and beds before the vigilante settled upon knowing where he needed to be. He opened the door from above before crawling inside, still attached to the ceiling. He shifted himself around so that his limbs were attached but he facing forward, facing downwards, to where Mettle was.

"How you doing? Recovery going smoothly?"

His eyes glanced to the arm. The missing arm. Guilt, fastening around his throat and threatening to silence him of any air, almost gave him the excuse, no, the reason to not ask. Should he?

He might as well. It was his fault. All of it. It had hurt Mettle the most physically, besides Elia, but it left a few of the people he cared about hurt mentally and emotionally. Kore and Lark most of all. And it led to the distrust of Scramjet. And Legion? Well, Legion would probably not care two ways. Mettle's powers may help him with his injuries, but there was no definitive way of knowing of how advanced or effective they were.

Still, there was no use beating about the bush.

"How's the arm? Will it ever . . . "

He let that question hang.

Last Edit: Mar 8, 2022 4:18:52 GMT by Cassidy

METTLE
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Hospital Visit Mar 8, 2022 4:00:26 GMT

Post by METTLE on Mar 8, 2022 4:00:26 GMT

Night and day blended together for him. He no longer felt exhaustion. He no longer felt the instinctive human fear that came with the setting of the sun, either.

So while it may have been dark in the hospital, with only the nighttime staff around, he, Mettle, sat awake on the hospital bed, lost in thought. He thought about what had brought him to this point - lacking an arm, alone in a facility, yet more alive than he'd ever been. Kore had visited again today and had left recently, bringing warmth and happiness into the sterile room. And as she left, he returned to his reminiscence, quietly considering what would become of him. Anticipation had built within, but it was tempered, refined like his steel body. He let his metal chin rest between his thumb and forefinger, silver eyes gleaming in the dim hospital room.

Any time now, things would begin. Any day, Legion would take action. But they were prepared for that.

Part of him wondered if there'd be an assassin. He almost longed for someone to try. It'd feel righteous to wring their neck, that way. Sooner rather than later, on his terms, and nobody would bat an eye. But then, at the end of the day, what would that be worth? It was a childish thing to long for. He had responsibilities now.

He heard him coming from the hall. Crawling along the ceiling. Minor adhesion, almost silent. Almost. But he had honed his senses. He could recognize the very heartbeat of the man who pressed the door open and scampered in along the floor tiles.

"How's the arm? No idea. Last saw it somewhere south of Times Square."

He shrugged, and smiled.

"I'm well. Thanks for asking."

He sat up a bit. It was dark in the room, save for a dim lamp in the corner. The shadows warped and contoured over his statue-like form, now missing a part. Where the shoulder had once been jagged, it was now smooth.

He furrowed his brow, looking up at the superhero on his ceiling.

"How are you?"

METTLE'S GOVERNMENT FILE
SOCIETY OF SUPERVILLAINS

Cassidy
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Hospital Visit Apr 5, 2022 23:25:16 GMT

Post by Cassidy on Apr 5, 2022 23:25:16 GMT

"Well, I can tell you that superhuman bruises feel much worse than regular bruises. In fact, it's probably best not to ask. We'll make each other feel worse by injury osmosis or something."

Way to land a joke, Cassidy. At least he could stick the landing as he released his hands and feet from the ceiling before taking a seat next to the hospital bed. Clasping his hands together and leaning forward, a couple nods escaped his general posture.

Before Spider-Bite brought his eyes towards Mettle.

"Thanks for your help earlier. Pulling me out. I got quite a list of people to thank in fact."

A breathe.

And a lot of apologies.

"And I'm sorry about the arm. You know, I'm sure it will grow back. I mean, wasn't there something about Total Experience recovering from a bullet to the head? That's way worse than an arm."

A simple wave at the stump followed by a small chuckle, almost nervous.

"You'll be able to fill out three piece suits again no time. Ehm, sorry if that's too soon."

Tapping his thumbs together, Cassidy fell silent. He could talk a little more, even say something about him talking too much. That was his problem, right? Even with the old suit on, he never knew when to shut up. When to back down. When to give up. That stubborness almost got him and a lot of people killed, and it was abused to almost getting his friends hurt.

Assuming Mettle was a friend. The man, no matter how he might try to frame it, was a mob boss. One did not simply name their organization The Society of Supervillians without it having a bit of truth to it. But that was a later discussion for another time, if there would be another time. So he let silence take over.

There was nothing much to say else.