Greywind

Yawning, Jason opened the door to his room only to find Kris fighting with the top he had loaned her. “Stealing my bed?” Covering herself with the top, Kris said, “Sorry. You said find a bed. You never specified which bed was already taken.” “Problem?” “It's too small. I can't get it on over the wings.” “Did you try stepping into it and pulling it up?” “Too...uh, small,” Kris said, indicating her breasts. Jason nodded. “Sorry. I guess you're a bit bigger than Sandy was.” “Was...?” “You don't have a problem with loose, do you?” Jason rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a white v-neck t-shirt. “No. No, I don't. You don't need to ruin anymore clothes on my account.” “Oh? Going to sleep naked in my bed?” “Uh, no!” “Teasing, Kris,” The shirt disappeared. He stepped behind her. “Relax.” He lightly touched her neck. The shirt reappeared, rent, allowing her wings freedom. “Thanks. I guess I'll go find another bed.” Pulling his shirt off, Jason dropped it into a clothes basket. “You are welcome to stay if you'd like.” Kris looked like a deer in the headlights. “I...uh, I don't want...” “Music. Soothing.” Jason gently caught her wrist. “I'm not talking sex. But maybe a little intimacy, a little human contact, might help.” His hand went to her hip and he released her wrist, sliding his hand up until her hand was in his. He began swaying gently to the music. Kris was stiff. She moved with Jason, but didn't really relax. As they moved, Jason slowly pulled Kris closer. In time her back relaxed. Her forehead came to rest on his chest. She began shaking, sobs racking her body. Her arms slipped about Jason. Jason held her close.

“What do you think?” “I think you've got a bad case of the hots for her,” Jason teased. Warren reddened. “I think she's got a lot more going on inside than she's letting on.” Warren shrugged. “She doesn't really know us.” Jason nodded. “As for the other, she's gorgeous.” “She's got a twin, too.” “How'd you find that out?” “Research. Mentor tracked through some missing persons reports. Found both of them. Kris was reported missing by her sister. Ash by her landlady.” “Ouch?” Jason shrugged again. “No idea. I'm sure we'll learn more in time.” “What are you going to do?” Jason scraped scraps into the trash. He grinned. “Wait and see.” Warren finished cleaning off the table. “You want help with that?” “You want to wash or dry?” “I can probably do both in the time it'll take you to start,” Warren said, half-joking. “Or you can just load the dishwasher.”

Plain evil, I know what's on your mind Never say you're leaving me behind No trouble, get that from the start You know the cost of loving is your heart (heart) I would never leave you I would never go I would never leave you Never in a million Never in a million (years) Never in a million years Pure pleasure, the love that's in your eyes You never give me feelings in disguise Same fever, it comes on all the time Always lets me know what's on your mind (mind) I would never leave you I would never go I would never leave you Never in a million Never in a million (years) Never in a million years Live angel, you come to me and cry Like tears of joy come raining from the sky I'd never leave you, you knew that from the start I'll give it to you now, straight from the heart I would never leave you (Never in a million years) I would never go (Never in a million years) I would never leave you (Never in a million years) I would never go (Never in a million years) I would never leave you (Never in a million years) I would never go (Never in a million years)

A bomber blew himself up. Which Superman could have stopped. But blowing yourself up when you mean to blow something else up legally falls under accidental death.

Setting his coffee cup down, Warren sat up a little straighter. “Jason,” he said. Looking up from his sketch, Jason saw Warren's concern. “Slide that bowl over here.” He took hold of it. “Thanks.” He opened a bottle of water and poured it in, then tosses the bottle into the recycle container. “I was wondering if I was going to see you this trip.” “Mrrow,” the mountain lion replied. She bounded to the stairs, sniffed at the bowl, then began rubbing her head on Jason. “A pet?” Jason shook his head. “We have an understanding.” “Sounds like there's a story there. I wonder if the girls are up.” “We're up,” Ash answered. “Just getting coffee.” Kris stepped through the door. “When did we get a kitty?” Looking her over, Jason said, “You slept well.” Giving him a small smile, Kris said, “I did. Thank you. What's wrong with his paw?” “I came up here a few years ago. I needed to decompress. Find my composure. I'm responsible for a lot of land up here. The Forestry Service does its part, but I keep my hand in when I'm up here. The land I'm responsible for is posted no hunting or trapping. That was how my grandparents wanted it.” His hand caressed her neck while she nuzzled him. “Cool. I don't think I've ever heard a mountain lion purr before,” Ash said. “It was my second day and I decided to go for a hike. I found her in a bear trap. Panting, thin, too weak to even attempt to put up a fight. I'm not sure how many days she had been laying there. I gave her a bottle of water. Pulled out a travois. I made the trap go away, got her on the travois, and hauled her back here.” The cat moved down to lap at the water. “After I got her comfortable I called a vet that was willing to up. Dehydrated and starving. The bones weren't broken, but for however long she was in that trap,” he shrugged. “That's the reason for the discoloration. The vet gave her some antibiotics. She hung out for the better part of three weeks while she healed, subsisting on a steady diet of expensive cuts of raw steak. Then one morning I came out and she was gone.” “What happened with the trapper?” Jason watched the man poking through the undergrowth. “You look like you lost something.” “Just looking for one of my traps.” “This land it posted.” “I don't care about that. It's a free country.” “That's a pretty ballsy thing to say to the man whose conservator-ship covers this land.” The man pulled the pistol holstered at his hip. “You just made this a lot easier.”

Invincible

Tony has gone from Korea, to Vietnam, up to Afghanistan more currently. Marvel's timeline tends to a sliding "seven years ago...".

They did. It is.

Bippity-boppity-boo...

Knight Rider and Airwolf needed to do a crossover.

I wonder if Tom Holland will get the "brilliant but lazy" speech.

He's an octopus. They're used to a little water.

He shouldn't have been able to get a bent quarter for what he was doing then. He is one that I have zero idea how he became popular.

It did at the time because it was working for Image. Now, the artists are looking at resale options of their art after the fact.

Before the pizza it was beer. Understandable they changed that with redirecting the franchise towards kids.

Lightning listened, trying to pinpoint where the shot came from. His HUD pinged from several different locations and then gave him a path to where the shooter was. “Thanks, Buddy. I don't know how you did that, but thanks.” Lightning ran. The sniper was lining up a second shot when Lightning got to him. Lightning grabbed him by the collar and flung him. He went further from the speed boost than Lightning's strength. “Spears, isn't it? That's my friend you just shot.” Lightning gathered up the rifle and ejected the magazine. He slid the bolt back, letting the round fall. “You pissed him off. I hope you have good reasons. Especially concerning the Director did not give you a green light to shoot.” Lightning let the pieces of the rifle fall to the ground. * * * * * “You alright?” “It's already healed. Who shot?” “Spears.” “Bastard.” “Yeah.” “Miss? We're going to have to confiscate the...uh, spear.” Danforth held her hand out. Stepping back defensively, the girl brought it up in a guard position. “Trust,” Pulsar said quietly. He laid his hand over the girl's gently. “They shot you!” He nodded. “Trust me.” She gauged the situation and then nodded, releasing the spear. “What do I call you?” “Kris.” “Pulsar, we're going to have to confiscate the spear,” Danforth said. Kris got the impression he was smiling behind his mask. A crimson aura surrounded the spear before it vanished. “What spear?”

And drop the "booyah". If Wolfman and Perez didn't start it, it isn't canonical.

Run! Get away! Pain was behind her. The future was before her. What kind of future does a freak with wings have? A crimson trail threatened to cut her off. She climbed higher. The trail matched her. She dove, and again the train followed her. She couldn't let herself be taken again. The man closed the distance. “Hi. You come here often?” She screeched. The spear in her hands flashed forward in an arc and trailed blood. “Okay, so I'm a little rusty at pick up lines. Where are you going?” “Away!” A part of her mind noted the wound in his chest healed. He held his hands up. “We aren't here to hurt you.” “Liar!” The spear flashed again. This time he avoided it. “One cut to a customer, miss.” He pulled his mask off. “My name is Jason Scott. My company owns the facility you were kept in. Without our knowledge. My intent is to help you. If you grant enough trust for me to do one thing for you right now without trying to cut me again.” She drew back defensively and then nodded. Jason approached her slowly. He held out his hand. “I'm going to have to try something new here. So don't hold it against me if it doesn't work perfectly the first time,” he said with a smile. He closed his eyes, almost like he was asleep. Crimson enveloped her. Immediately, the wind stopped chilling her. Looking at herself, she was wearing a gray sweat suit. Lace-less tennis shoes were on her feet. When he opened his eyes, she said, “White would have been better.” “I will keep that in mind for the future. Shall we go down?” Blood splattered her.

And after that, in a Team-Up with the Invisible Girl, in one of Johnny's cars, she made him drive. After it was all over she asked what was wrong. He told her that he can't drive.

You would have to ask Heroic Publishing.

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Anthology: Through the Years disc 1

Homie don't play dat!