16391/The Best Sausage And Peppers in Midtown

The Best Sausage And Peppers in Midtown
Date of Scene:	27 June 2024
Location:	Midtown, Manhattan
Synopsis:	Gwen and Peter try to go out for a sausage dog, but it turns into a mid-town fiasco and mutant protest! That's Parker Luck for you!
Cast of Characters:	Spider-Man, Ghost Spider, Emma Frost, Wolverine, Shadowcat

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Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man hungered. And he'd pinged Gwen to get her to swing on by so that they could take a break and share a meal together. And since she was on one of her "Peter, eat a goddamned vegetable please before I scream" moods he thought he'd hit the perfect compromise. This cart, right here, had the absolute _best_ sausage and peppers in all of Midtown. And peppers and onions _both_ were vegetables!

Parker, one. Stacy, zero.

So he was rapidly swinging his way over to go stand in line - there was always a line - to go score some deliciousness. And it would give Gwen time to swing her butt over to join in their gourmet repast!

The aforementioned line was long but Peter swung down to take his place at the back of it. There were maybe a half-dozen people before him, not counting the guy claiming his food right then from the cart.

"Hey, Mister!" called a kid from further up in the line. "Are you really Daredevil?" the kid asked.

Peter just sighed. Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen someone was laughing their ass off. At his expense.

Ghost Spider has posed:
A wraith in a white-and-black costume moves through the city in absolute silence, hood rippling in the wind, her feminine form a near constant display of aerial acrobatics that would make Cirque du Soleil performers blush.

*thwip*

Ghost-Spider stretches, long and lean, through the down-swings and then launches herself, flipping, twirling, savoring the freedom until gravity begins to drag her back down again, and the process repeats. Over and Over.

*thwip*

Until she's zeroing in on that cart. Because you know what's better than getting back into the swing (ha!) of her normal routine with Peter?

Nothing.

She came in low from over the top of the cart, flipping once more before landing gracefully beside the line on the balls of her teal ballet flats.

"Daredevil's the one with the horns and the.. mouth," she explains as she walks lithely towards Spider-Man, those expressive eyes smiling. Apparently, she'd caught the tail-end of that conversation.

"_This_ is Deadpool."

Both hands out, gesturing to Peter like she was showing off a car on the Price is Right.

Those eyes smile even more as she straightens to step up beside 'Deadpool.'

"Thanks, Spider-Woman!" the kid shouts.

Gwen stiffens like a cartoon character and then lets her bowed head fall forward against Peter's chest in utter defeat.

No matter how many times she corrected the people of New York, they would never... ever... ever... ever... stop confusing her for Spider-Woman. Was Ghost-Spider _really_ that hard to remember?

Spider-Man has posed:
"Don't look at me. I'm having an identity crisis." he said to Gwen. "I just don't know _who I am_ anymore!" he mock-screamed. "But yanno, Deadpool would dearly love to be confused for Spider-Man." he said, imagining it in his mind's eye. "The Bugle'd love it, that's for sure." he muttered. Good ol' JJJ and his irrational hatred for Spider-Man. Paid (some of) the bills but man. Good thing he was just the pictures guy.

"So, Spider-Woman - you hungry?" he asked Gwen with a grin that she might heve been able to make out under his mask. "Best sausage and peppers in Midtown. And, as you may or may not know, onions _and_ bell peppers both count as vegetables. Maybe I'll even get jalapenos for a _third_ vegetable! Do you think the universe can withstand that much vegetable-y goodness in one foodstuff?" he asked playfully. "Or might we be looking at a veg-singularity?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
'So, Spider-Woman...'

Big, white, mask-eyes narrow up at Spider-Man from under that hood. She had it coming. She knew she had it coming. That didn't make her want to jab her finger into a known tickle-spot any less.

"I'm _starving_." Because Spider-metabolism is a thing. "And while I'm still not convinced this qualifies as 'healthy,' I'll to do my best to survive the impending veg-ageddon."

A couple that joined the line behind them eases their way a little closer, the guy being the brave one of the two to ask, even as the girl pulls a phone out of her purse. "Hey.. can I get a picture with you two?"

And then, in the distance, from a few blocks away, a siren suddenly starts wailing. They were all over New York. Most of the time, it was pretty harmless stuff that Spiders didn't need to get involved with -- traffic accidents, false alarms. But Gwen does look over at Peter, mask eyes widening a bit.

"You... did get that thing taken care of, right?"

The active warrant for his arrest for an attempted political assassination.

They were separate for six months. It's possible he fixed it somewhere in there. Otherwise things could get dicey at the sausage cart.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man ummed. Loudly. "Ummmm." he said. "Maybe?" he said, projecting a total (lack of) confidence. Yep. No way that any small details like that slipped the steel trap that was the Spider-Mind. But then a panicky thought intruded and wiped all thoughts of arrest warrants, political assassins, and being confused for Matt Fucking Murdock out of his mind.

"Did I leave the oven on?" he mused to himself.

"Umm. Two sausage and peppers, extra veg, and jalapenos. Large lemonade." he told I Can't Believe She's Not Spider-Woman. "Igottagobye!" he said, all as one word, then thwipped himself out of line and up towards where the po-po couldn't get at him.

You'd think that the cop's daughter would have taken care of that little detail for him. But apparently _not_.

This was all Gwen's fault. Clearly.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Blink. Blink. Blink.

Gwen _stares_.

The guy wanting the picture ummmms, too. "Sooo?" he prompts again, trying to butt into their conversation.

"...Are you serious?"

'Igottagobye!'

"YOU OWE ME!" she shouts after him. Because it's _not_ her fault.

Picture guy looks from Spider-Man, back to Gwen as the line moves closer to the window. "Is he okay?"

"He's... very busy."

Picture guy frowns. "Oh. You're not?"

Big, mask eyes narrow. "Not too busy to buy lunch, apparently."

Picture guy nods. "So is that a no on the picture, then?"

Gwen's shoulders sag just as the patrol car comes rolling past with lights still flashing, but no siren.

There were a few cops on the force (her father included) who believed all of the Jameson rhetoric and were looking for a reason to bring _any_ of the Spiders down. They'd get hassled or 'brought in for questioning' if they could justify it. Luckily, the ones in this patrol car seemed to have been looking for someone very specific. Or.. maybe they were doing something else entirely.

When Gwen finally gets the food order placed (ONE drink.. which was hard enough to manage while web-swinging with the other hand) and paid for with the touch-to-pay on her phone, she snags the bag and takes a few jogging steps before *thwipping* a line up in the direction Peter had disappeared off to.

"Spider-Dash!" she shouts as she's reaching the roof, half of her sleeve covered in lemonade.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Nice." Spider-Man said with a laugh. "Oh, and you have lemonade on your sleeve." he pointed out oh-so-helpfully. Before Gwen could murder him, however, he produced a handful of napkins and offered her some.

"I also made a few calls. Things should be cleared up in a day or so." he said.

Nelson and Murdock, Avocados at Law, were known to give super-powered beings discounts. Which was good, as his wallet had not recovered from his extended time away. So very not recovered.

"So what'd you get you?" he asked as he poked a Spider-Hand into the bag, seeking out sausage and peppery deliciousness.

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Yeah. Sorry. Your half of the lemonade spilled."

_So_ dry, yet so playful.

"Thanks."

She trades the bag for the napkins so she can clean her sleeve up. Inside, there are his two sausage dogs and one for her.

"Extra onion, garlic, and cheese."

Then she lifts one 'eyebrow' at him, as if daring him to say something about her 'veg' quantity.

"_I_ had a salad for dinner, yesterday."

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter pffff'ed at that. "That was yesterday. I'm beginning to question your devotion to veggie-motion." he said with a laugh. "Judging by the smell, this one is definitely yours." he said, handing her a foil-wrapped cylinder before grabbing one of his for himself. He had just unwrapped his, lifted up his mask, and was getting ready to take a first bite when an explosion rocked the street below. Peter adjusted near-automatically to the sway of the building, as did Gwen. Looking down, the sausage cart was embroiled in a fire and two guys were acraming at each other, and then the poor guy who owned the cart was screaming at the both of them.

By the look of it. He couldn't actually hear what was being said. But one guy down there looked to be trying to kill the other by the expedient method of conjuring a ball of fire from nothing and then hurling at the other guy. Who just barely ducked, but the fireball enveloped a trash can and set everything in it on fire.

Hew glanced at Gwen. Then he lowered his mask, set the bag and his sausage aside, and fell off the ledge to head downwards towards the fray.

Ghost Spider has posed:
"It counts!" Gwen protests.

And because he was nice enough to hand over her sandwich first (such a gentleman, that Peter Parker), she'd been able to at least lift her mask and get _one_ bite before that explosion hit.

"Tellmevhatwasyerstomach," she manages with a full mouth, still chewing, though at least she raised her hand to cover her mouth while she was otherwise being unladylike.

Sigh.

She swallows and yanks her mask down, setting her sandwich on top of its wrapper as she runs towards the ledge.

"For six months I was able to eat without anything blowing up!"

Then she leaps with him, looking over at him as they dive.

"This is _your_ fault."

Spider-Man has posed:
"Bite me!" Spider-Man called out cheerfully beofre he straightened out of his dive to thwip out of the dive and come to a landing by the guy chucking fireballs. "Look, buddy. That happened to be my favorite cart in Midtown. Do you hsve _any idea_ how much it costs to get a license for midtown?" he asked as he hit and rolled through his landing - it was probably a good idea to stay moving, lest be become a friend Spider and make Gwen sad.

After she got done laughing her ass off, anyway.

Time to find a good spot with a clear line of fire to thwip Mister Fireball and limit the chances of anyone else getting hurt.

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Maybe later!"

One of Ghost-Spider's mask-eyes wink at Spider-Man, but that's all they have time for. The ground was coming up fast -- as was the destruction that had already been caused around the area.

There's some amount of screaming and running, because at least the good people of New York have learned that once super-or-magic nonsense started, it was a good idea to GTFO.

Instead of going all the way to the sidewalk, Gwen *thwipped* a line out to the top of a light pole and chose that as her top-down perch.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to cast fireball in close spaces? This is like table-top one-oh-one," she calls from that vantage point, apparently trying to help serve as a distraction while Peter's getting into position... at least until that Spidey-sense starts tingling and she has to find a new spot get.

Spider-Man has posed:
Fireball Guy just sneered up at Ghost Spider. "I didn't ask how big the room was, I said I CAST FIREBALL!" And proceeded to do just that in her direction. Peter, not being a fan of the possibility of Gwen being a Ghost Pepper Spider Briquette, double-thwipped at Fireball Guy, aiming for his legs.

Ghost Spider has posed:
So, Spider-Sense is GREAT for certain things.

Bullets are one of those things. It's like the freaking Matrix! It's great! And the bad guys have no idea what to do with that. They just keep shooting more bullets.

...But apparently Gwen has never had the privilege or opportunity to dodge a fireball.

Because yes, the Spider-sense starts tingling, and she jumps and does this elaborate backwards somersault off of the lamp.. but when she *thwips* and sticks to a nearby building wall, part of her calf is on fire.

"OW OW OW OW OW!"

She reaches down and swats the fire out.

"NOT COOL!"

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter's web-strands hit Fireball Guy and he's soon face-first on the pavement, screaming about his broken nose. Guess nobody ever taught him how to breakfall. "You set Spider-Woman on fire, dude. Not cool!" he said as Gwen frantically swatted at her legs. But Spider-Man _had_ dodged fireballs before so he went _way_ high and then thwipped to change direction so that no parts of his tender anatomy or his annoying expensive costume got BBQed. Once peerched, another set of thwips to try to lock the guy's arms down. He seemed to have a gesture crutch.

Ghost Spider has posed:
"GHOST-SPIDER!" corrects Peter.

Her arms come up from her sides in a very WTF gesture, but she doesn't fall off of the side of the building. In fact, she stands up, just like she was standing up from a crouch on the ground... except that she's standing up sideways.

"Come on. I only called you Deadpool once."

Beat.

"That you know of."

She shrugs.

Then she jumps and lightly flips off of the building, padding over in those ballet flats and standing in that familiar dancer's posture.

"So, you got this? Cause... I mean... I know you've been on vacation for six months... I totally get if you've forgotten how..."

It was horrific. He was mind-controlled. They didn't even really have a chance to talk about all of the deep-seated emotional issues that may or may not have caused. But, this is how Gwen dealt with everything.

Humor.

Spider-Man has posed:
And she wondered sometimes why they fit together so well. Two more thwips to secure the guy's arms. Then one playful thwip at I Can't Believe She's Not Spider-Woman to see if he could get her to shut up. "Welp. Looks like Fireball Boy here is locked down. Stay away from his hands and we should be fine." His Spider-Suit had a distinct lack of pockets, but a couple of streams of webbing cocooned Fireball Guy and then Peter tossed him up to a nearby light pole and let him dangle there in the breeze. "You wanna call this one in, Ghost Spider?" he asked her with a smirk under his mask.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Is leaving a meeting, one of many she's had to do today. Of course, she's in high fashion, like always wearing some suit paints.. a custom revealing but not a top.. her signature cloak, but over her shoulder today. Long hair in waves..

     As she walks out she blinks as the food cart explodes.. and then some local heroes she recognizes show up to take care of it.. the thing that's making her frown.. her car, the limo isn't here.. was that explosion a distraction. ..

     Then they show up a large group of people holding rather offensive anti-mutant sings.. But emma spots right away several wearing tactical gear mixed into the group " WE DON'T WANT YOU FREAKS HERE.. GO HOME, MUTANT SCUM" .. they start shouting slurs that make no sense.. like go home as if mutants all come from one place.

R Emma just frowns

Ghost Spider has posed:
*splat*

Yes, Gwen's Spider-Sense went off when Peter reached up to shoot a wad of webbing at her face. No, she didn't dodge. Maybe she was just that sure it was going to hit her RIGHT where her mouth hole was supposed to be... under that mask that didn't have a mouth hole.

So there's just a wad of webbing right on the lower half of her mask, now.

"Really?"

_So_ deadpan. Her hands come up from her sides in a helpless shrug.

"You're washing this off."

Those big, overly emotional white eyes narrow at Spider-Man as she reaches into the abdomen pocket of her costume, which apparently is some sort of Hammerspace, because she produces a phone that didn't make a bulge or lines under the skin-tight material.

"Have you _still_ not replaced your phone? You're killing me, Spider-Man. I guess I should be grateful that you got my name right..."

She's in the process of writing a text when the shouting starts, and she looks up and over her shoulder at the sudden mob... at the woman in white.

"Is that _Emma Frost_?!"

Technically, it was Emma Frost in danger, if the quickly growing crowd and the glimpse of military-grade tactical gear was any indication.

"This is _totally_ your fault. You know that, right?"

Sigh. She hits send on her phone and then tucks it back into her Hammerspace pocket.

"So you want high or low?"

But she's already running that direction.

Spider-Man has posed:
He didn't have to say anything. He went high, she went low. That's how it worked. He was off like a shot, his athleticism and strength allowing him to easily catch up to Ghost Spider. And then pass her to thwip his way up high, sticking to a light pole like a Spider-Banner. "EXCUSE ME!" he called out to the anti-mutant crowd. "I know it's really popular to hate on the 1% and I totally get that, but let's not make this get ugly, OK?" he said to the crowd. Thanks to the Bugle, et al, hating on Spider-Man was almost as popular in some circles as hating on mutants. If he could pull their attention to him, it'd give Ms Frost time to get clear of this potential mess.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma, for her part.. is soo not doing what Spider wants.. she's standing there just watching that crowd with her blue lipstick lips pursed. She lifts an eyebrow she spots the spiders.

     Of course, the crowd of bigots recognize Spiderman, and of course, they like to watch THE TRUTH with JJ.. So they pivot.. some continue to shout slurs at Emma, others throw several drinks and trash towards the spide " Get out of here.. you menace... See, this is proof the mutants are working with terrorists.! ! Spidey's sense would go off a little as he would spot several min in the crowd taking out weapons.

     Of course, spidey would also hear .oO. Carful Peter... they came here to frame me.. those guys mean business.. don't engage. I'm goading them... Also, who's the new girl? She's cute Oo

Ghost Spider has posed:
"Excuse me... pardon me... yep... I'm just gonna slide right... through... sorry..."

See, while Spider-Man went high and caused ALL THE FUSS, Ghost-Spider was SEAMLESSLY BLENDING IN in her not-at-all conspicuous white-and-black hooded costume.

Which, in fairness, does kind of make her just look like a chick in a tight hoodie, from the waist up.

...a chick in a tight hoodie wearing a full-face mask with big white eyes. But still.

Almost like magic, she actually does seem to kind of half-slip half-bully her way through the throng, though. Spider-Man and Emma Forst were SUCH attention-getters that no one really paid attention to the girl behind the curtain.

And when they started grabbing for guns? Ghost-Spider was right on top of one of them.

*Thwip-Thwip*

His gun-hand gets locked to the holster, and Gwen leaps up to his shoulders, grabbing him with her knees and twisting, bringing him down to the ground and *thwip-thwip-thwipping* him in place on the sidewalk.

And.. of course.. that sort of gave away that she wasn't just another protestor.

But at least she got one before he could even clear leather!

Spider-Man has posed:
Peter mentally cursed - which he was sure Emma was probably not going to enjoy. She was refusing to get with the program and seemed to be ... inviting a hate crime? Truly, the plans of Emma G Frost were not for mortal men to understand. But what he _could_ do from his flagpole perch was web anyone who decided that they wanted to get frisky and pull a weapon. Didn't matter if it was a knife or a gun or some anti-mutant gizmo that'd turn all mutants in a five-mile radius into newts. They pulled anything vaguely weapon-shaped, he was gonna web it.

He didn't make the rules, he just didn't want anyone to get hurt.

Emma Frost has posed:
she sighs and holds the bridge of her nose.. . before sending it to Peter .oO. You didn't tell her.. great now we're in trouble.. Oo. that was the point they were trying to get Emma to lose her cool and attack them on camera. A hate crime was gonna happen here .. the issue was Emma was trying to make sure it was the first It doesn't matter that the guy pulled the gun. Gwen didn't give him a chance to use it.. so of course one of the crowd points and screams, " THIER ATTACKING US.. the Mutants are attacking us! " Several cameras are turning to capture.. the man on the ground webbed.. of course, they will make sure to avoid taking the weapon in his hand into the frame.

     The crowd Surges toward poor Gwen with their fury.. even as Emma sighs .. Gwen spots them all slamming into an invisible wall and hear in her mind .oO sigh. i should have included you.. this was a set up, cutie.. you feel for it .. get away before they do something stupid, Oo.

     At the same time, she reaches out for backup oO, Logan Oo. The men in tactical gear setting weapons free.

Wolverine has posed:
That's the thing, Logan's mind it's hard to crack. Years of expiriments and training. It even takes Charles a bit to crack. Wolverine gets found in Cerebro because he's a black spot, much like Magneto and a few others. Those with similar training, or items, to make themselves "stealthy" to the things. Emma's thoughts run on deaf minds.

However, that does not mean fate, or coincidence, is working tonight. Seeing the men in tactical gear approach a group of others makes Logan's blood boil. He is just on a night on the town. Happen to catch some of the regalia. Having recently been ambushed, and tinkered with, by Friends of Humanity, he has some very current reasons to get involved with a situation like this. Moving quietly, even in those boots, he just makes his way through to the men in the tractical gear. A quiet, "Snikt" barely cuts through the air two claws push forward -slowly-. A claw for each hand and both are in the middle. Oh, he wants to savor this revenge. It's sweet. It'll be violent. He just waits. The cowboy hat hanging low to cover most of his face. That dark brown leather coat there along with a simple black shirt tucked into a light pair of jeans.

He'll take a sweep aiming for calves, back of the leg of at least one person. Both legs. Maybe a single calf on one more person. Regardless of how many he clips, Logan rises up slowly lets the blood run down his claw. The way he holds his hand mimic the only salute F.o.H., and people like them, will get from Logan.

"Mutants. What a pain in the ass, right?" he smirks. Oh, this is like therapy for Logan. He needs this therapy session to push out some very bad memories. Thankfully there's some volunteers in scary lookin gear willing to help.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen was already in a low crouch, one leg outstretched and ready to leap -- because being a jumping-spider was _also_ a thing in her repertoire, and a few protestors trying to pile on top of her weren't going to keep her there for long...

But they're hitting walls. Invisible walls. All the invisible walls, like she's in some sort of BOX.

Then, as alllllll of those bodies are pretending to mime not being able to get to her, all at the same time, there's a woman speaking to her... from everywhere.

And Gwen freaks out. Because it's one thing to know that Emma Frost exists. It's another thing entirely to have Emma Frost _inside_ your head.

Those big spider-eyes of hers go extra-wide, and she flips her head back and forth, looking for a woman with a megaphone or something in the midst of the chaos.

Get away?! The whole point was to try to HELP!

But she couldn't get away from the voice, and she brought a hand up to the side of her head, touching the hood and pressing it to her temple. For a moment, her panicked gaze turns on Peter, still perched on that light pole. She's NOT okay. She's freaked out. But she didn't dare call out to him, not with everything else going on. _She_ would not be the cause of him getting distracted and hurt.

So, she looks away again, still in her little box, trying to figure out what the hell was happening..

...when her gaze lands on Emma Frost, again.

And it hits her.

Blink. Blink.

(( Can you... Can you hear me? ))

She wasn't a telepath.. she was literally just _thinking_ that.

But she was just standing there to do it.

In the middle of all of the danger.

Except for those invisible walls.

Spider-Man has posed:
Telepaths weren't something Spider-Man had a ton of experience with, but he knew what the deal was. By the looks of it, Ghost Spider didn't. He recognized her body-language as leaning towards "deeply freaked out". And Emma had her own game in play and the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man was just going to screw it up. Fine. He hopped off his light-pole and then thwipped a building to get some height on the swing. Also left him in a good place to swing by and collect Ghost Spiser, wrapping his arm around her waist, before sending the two of them off into the New York evewning.

Spider-Man has posed:
~You got this, Emma.~ he thought loudly at the telepath before he departed her general vicinity, though.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost Blinks to herself .oO I didn't say leave! Oo. she says to Spider man .oO. They already blame you.. They're about to start shooting. Help keep the civilians safe! I'm good, not a god! Also, logans here; I need you to keep him in check, Oo.She sighs and fines.. Snapping her fingers so all the people, well civilians, all drop out cold on the ground.. leaving the men with guns and, well wolverine ..

     to Logan smirks " No killing, logan was on camera," She says, even as two already drop to the ground screaming as their legs are cut.

     to Gwen, though, even as she's grabbed.oO Yes, I can, dear.. and it's okay, Oo. She would send Gwen an address .oO come see me sometime Oo.

Wolverine has posed:
<"Why do ya think I just went fer calves? They'll be in pain, might have trouble walkin', but they'll live. Goin' fer flesh wounds. Scars. Reminders to be careful of who ya piss off."> Logan responds to the voice going through his head. Although he will try to shove it out.

A flash of images come. They're hazy even to him. He just remembers injections, burning, a few choice words like, "MUTIE TRASH!" in a blurry haze that's mostly associate with burning, also poking, proding and pierced flesh. The F.o.H. tortured him, but worse yet, they reminded him of the last time someone injected him for research purposes. One of the worst, and more painful, days of his life. Oh, Logan is going to get his seven lashes in.

(Editor note: See H is for Hunt Scenes, Excelsior!)

Shadowcat has posed:
"Take a right," Kitty says from the back seat of the cab. She's clutching a phone, watching the dot on the screen move as the car moves, but there's other symbols, too. Video feed symbols. And they're still a block away... a long east-west block away. "Can't you go any faster?!"

The driver throws up his hands. "There's traffic! What do you want me to do?! Drive through it?!"

Kitty looks up and blinks. "Yes."

"What are you, crazy?!"

Dropping her phone in the back seat, she phases through from the back seat to the passenger seat and then reaches her leg over and stomps on the gas pedal, flooring it towards the line of stopped cars a head of them... the whole block had been shut down by the exploding sausage cart and subsequent anti-mutant protest.

The driver tries to steer away, but Kitty grabs the wheel, and _just_ when it was going to slam into the back of the cars in front of them... it doesn't. It phases right through and keeps going, barreling down the street as if there were no cars there at all!

"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" the driver shouts.

"Shush. We're almost there. It's _really_ hard to drive with you screaming in my ear..."

The taxi is back and forth across the road as they wrestle for control, passing through everything in its path like a holographic projection, and then it suddenly clears the front of the stalled line.

"Okay, brake!"

She takes her foot off the gas, and the taxi slides sideways to a stop when the driver plants both feet on it.

"Thanks! I pre-paid. Have a great day!" Kitty shouts. She phases into the back, picks up her phone, then opens the back door and pops out in a black leather jacket, jeans, and a crop-top with two crows sitting on a limb. Underneath the crows are the block letters 'ATTEMPTED MURDER'.

Logan, it seemed, was already in full swing -- as it were -- and there was Emma Frost, right at the front. No X-Men uniform, just regular civvies, but Kitty's still charging into the fight directly towards Logan.

Emma Frost has posed:
the men who were hiding are clearly not civvies.. cause they spring into action.. guns up, and they start to fire right away the moment all the other people drop to the ground out cold, thanks to Emma.

     Of course, Emma, at this point, had changed into the diamond form, so the bullets just bounced off to impact for nothing. And her cold eyes stare at the 10 remaining men with guns. She smirked as she spotted Kitty coming; Logan could take care of himself.

     In her diamon from, her emotions are surpassed but still in a cold voice, " Kitty Phase the civvies out of the line of fire. "

Wolverine has posed:
Logan just prepares to get xshot. This is not going to be fun, but he spots a taxi doing something crazy. "This can't be good." He thinks it's probably reinforcements for them and not any X-Men.

Logan focuses and the other four claws push forward coming out of each hand. No stabbing motions for him, harder to hurt them. His gaze staying on the group just waiting for everything to go to hell in a handbag.

Shadowcat has posed:
Logan could certainly take care of himself, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a plan, right?!

...Right?

......Right, Logan?!

"The civvies?!" Kitty's eyes are flashing around. "All of them?!"

She's still running into the action, and when she comes across one of the gunmen, she reaches out and presses both hands into his back. She phases _him_, but not his gun, and it falls through his hand, onto the ground.

"Goodnight," she says, sweeping his leg and driving him hard down into the sidewalk.

Up again, however, she's looking over her shoulder towards Logan while running for a group of civilians who were in the line of fire.

"Logan, we need you! Get moving, snikt snikt!" she yells along the way.

Then she's grabbing one of the people crouched down, trying to avoid getting shot, by the hand. "Take each other's hands!" she yells firmly. "Come with me! Hurry! Do NOT let go!"

And with just that instruction, she's starting to pull them along... a long chain of civilians who can't help but try to dodge fire that would never have hurt them in the first place. And Kitty's heading straight for the wall of the closest building, phasing through when she gets there and taking the line of people with her.

Wolverine has posed:
Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all. Logan stands there, he's going to take their shots, then hit them back on the reload. Maybe during, it's just clothes anyway.

Kitty takes down one person. So that only leaves a few more. Logan goes in to aim at an arm of another, make it hard to shoot. However, when he considers another slash, Kitty's talking to him. Growling low, he will go away. Moving with the trio because they needed him. He doubts that, but Logan won't argue.

Emma Frost has posed:
sighs. "Time to work. " She shifts back to normal and simply holds out her hand. Since she knocked everybody up .. she first puts up a shield in front of herself and then uses her powers to make all the civvies do what Kitty asks.. Each of them grabs each other's hands and moves with her half aware of what's going on..

     Thankfully, the guys opening fire help out a lot.. kitty took them from 10 to 9 . Emma can see Logan is not okay but she'll deal with that later.. She will instead back up logan.. while they are wearing helmets that help block her powers..using Tk to yank their arms or cause them to leave themselves exposed to the deadly mutant-like logan is more than enough.

     She will send to kitty .oO Thank you kitty Oo.

Shadowcat has posed:
"Not _me_! _We_!"

Kitty shouts the correction when Logan starts after her, gesturing around to the whole scene. She'd just gotten on the scene, but he had just been standing there... ready to take their fire? And yeah.. he's Logan and basically invincible.. but he didn't _look_ okay.

Even more not okay Logan looks on an average day.

She needed to follow up on that.

She needed to follow up on their conversation, before.

She needed to figure out what to do.

But right now, she had to get everyone inside, and she does. She keeps running, phasing everyone through the building, and once everyone is safely inside, she tells them all to stay put until the the police come and say it's safe. Then she runs back out through that same wall again.

Emma's voice resonates, and she looks over towards her, nodding.

(( Glad I could help. Now, let's finish this. ))