Same for Rhodey. Honestly, even Vision would get a giant bearhug. The worst part of the most dangerous area of the city. It looks delicious. Omar considers him for another moment, then stands up. He leaves the kitchen alcove.
Peter practically inhales his meal, suddenly aware of how hungry he is. Eat up. Peter does, infinitely thankful for the kindness from these two strangers.
The first people to show him any since he was blasted sideways into the city. Omar hands him a faded red backpack. Peter takes it, opening it and taking a peek inside. He stares at it for a moment then looks up at Omar. Toiletries, too. And food. They closed it a few weeks back, so I'm sort of doing it freelance these days. Promise me you will. He makes a point to avoid alleys after that. And keeps a wary eye out for any figures lurking in the dark.
He regrets leaving the restaurant behind almost immediately. The rain, which had lessened some while he was in the restaurant, comes back full force. At least, nothing larger than rats. Something that could have been the heart of a booming commercial district, judging by the half finished skyscrapers, abandoned office buildings, and empty cafes that dot the street.
He can hole up here for a night. He finds, of all things, an abandoned fire station in the heart of the block. Only a single window on the second floor is intact, with a window air conditioning unit settled in it.
He braces himself on the bricks near the window and roughly shoves it upwards before hauling himself inside and out of the rain. He swipes rain from his eyes, pushing back his hair, and slowly explores the building.
A door nearby leads into a large bathroom, and another, hanging off of its hinges, leads to the stairs to the floor below. Peter shuts the door leading to the stairs before entering the bathroom. Okay, shelter acquired. Peter shrugs off his backpack and sets it on the dusty tiled floor before approaching one of the shower stalls. He turns on one of the showers and is surprised to find clear, clean and freezing cold water shoots from the spout.
It pegs him right in the face and he sputters, blindly flailing into the stall and turning it off. He grabs the driest part of his shirt and wipes his face, shuffling over to the mirror mounted on the wall.
He glances up, catches sight of himself in the mirror and freezes. He pushes back a few strands of hair, leaning in to get a closer look. The hair just above his right temple is bone white, in direct contrast with the rest of his hair. Peter touches it, then sighs and leans back. He considers that for a few moments, then shakes his head and grabs his backpack, moving back into the dorm room.
And he needs sleep. He drops the backpack on the floor, flops down on the ground beside it, and drops his head on the backpack. He dreams of a city made of gold and metal, with technology far outside of his own reckoning.
He turns around and finds himself the subject of scrutiny from Loki Odinson. The man watches him coldly, annoyance and disgust clear on his features. And you ruined it. And you broke it. I was going to hide away in the Soul Stone, then erupt out of it just as Thanos used the gauntlet. A well placed knife would have done the trick. My pocket dimension has been overrun by the souls of those Thanos killed.
Not all of them, mind. Just the ones who failed to stop Thanos. Just the Avengers. I got dusted! Loki stares at him for a long moment and then laughs. Oh, this will be interesting. Run along. I need to speak with your sorcerer. Peter startles awake on the floor, unnerved by his dreams. He rubs his eyes, sitting up with a wince. He tests his hand, gently flexing it.
It stings and burns, but the pain disappears quickly; his broken hand has upgraded itself to a mild sprain. He leaves it in the splint Omar made just to be safe. He finally opens the backpack and sorts out his supplies. And a note from Omar and Sophie, asking him to come back if he needs anything. Peter folds the note back up and keeps it in his wallet. Karen told him as much at one point. He grabs a breakfast bar strawberry and cream flavored , and scarfs it down before standing up.
He spends that first day exploring the firehouse completely. He finds a kitchen in complete shambles on the ground floor, a set of old tools in the garage, and a half broken radio sitting on a desk in an office. He grabs the tools and radio and takes them upstairs. And hope that someone finds him. He can only stay in one place for so long. He leaves the firehouse on the fourth night to get a better look at the city. The easiest way to do that is by staying high and out of sight, moving during the evening dusk.
His hand is fully healed by now and he reaches the top of the building quickly and easily. He strolls along the edge of the building, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, leaning over the edge to look over the city. A lot of it is in disrepair; more than he expected. And there's a lot more blight than he expected. He can see and hear over two dozen red and blue lights and sirens tracing the city streets, each moving in a different direction.
A distant spotlight shines against the clouds with the image of a bat set in the middle. Peter can hear the distant crack of gunfire nearby.
The whole city must sound like a warzone. No wonder Batman--whoever that is--hasn't been through this part of town recently. Even if he had a full crew on hand, they'd have to work nonstop just to keep things from falling apart in the rest of the city. The man clearly has his hands full. More sirens begin, and Peter can see helicopters fly towards the fire. He focuses on that area of town. Something inside of him is pulling at him in that direction.
Not his spider senses. Something else. It feels golden? Or orange. Peter startles, jumping in place, and whirls around to find himself face to face with a masked man in a black suit with blue, stylized wings spread across the chest.
Peter can just barely make out the sound of radio traffic coming from it. He stands just within arm's reach and offers his hand. He yelps when the man pulls him away from the edge and spins them around so that Nightwing stands on the ledge and Peter stands more towards the center of the roof.
Actually, I guess that's not the best question. If you were all right, you wouldn't be up here at two in the morning. Peter frowns at him, utterly confused. And then it clicks. You thought I wasno, I-I just came up here to think.
That's all. Nightwing frowns at him. Do you want to talk for a little bit? Nightwing frowns, but gives no indication that he heard his own radio. His focus remains on Peter completely. I really did just come up here to think. Also I kind of think abandoned buildings are cool, you know? You know. Nightwing sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances at the raging fire at the docks, then turns back to Peter. Go do your superhero thing. His radio kicks in again, this time in a burst of traffic full of shouting, gunfire, and cursing.
Nightwing gives him one last lingering look, then leaps silently off of the side of the building. Peter can just barely see a dark shape swing between the silent office buildings that surround them. He waits for another five minutes before crawling down the side of the building and walking back towards the firehouse. That night, before he falls asleep, he wonders if he should have taken the time to talk to Nightwing.
As someone who fell off of Batman lore in the 90s and came back recently, hoo boy. Just imagine me looking vaguely feral while trying to fit in the entirety of the Batfam with the dusted Avengers. Three days pass, and Peter takes a moment to fully consider his situation. And lonely. He misses May.
And Ned. And MJ. Peter feels incomplete without them. Especially May and Ned. He feels naked without a phone in Gotham, but he doesn't miss it much. It's not like he can shoot a message to Ned across whatever divides parallel realities or send MJ a picture of a cafe she hasn't gone to yet. Sure, he misses Ned and MJ, and Tony. But he misses her most of all. He wishes she were here to help. He regrets that; the guilt of it--of something that small --weighs on his mind more than it should.
All in all, he's in a pretty low mood. The loneliness is the worst part of it. And that's what ultimately drives him up to the rooftops most nights. It helps him think, and it gets him out of the firehouse. Sometimes it helps keep the nightmares at bay. Not always, but sometimes. He sits at the edge of the rooftop, building a mental map of the city; he quickly pinpoints where the sirens are in the city, where they start, end, and what neighborhoods they avoid entirely.
The worst neighborhoods never see the police, and he makes a mental note to scope those places out when he gets the chance. He also waits to see if that tug he felt a few days ago starts up again. It hasn't yet, and he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. He drops down beside Peter, holding a paper sack. He pulls out a couple of hamburgers and offers the larger one to Peter. They sit in companionable silence, eating their respective burgers. The city is relatively peaceful for once.
Gotham almost seems nice. Peter makes short work of his burger, sighs, and leans back from the roof ledge. Nightwing thinks, shrugs, and then stands up. He balances himself on the edge of the roof with his hand, bumps himself up on the tips of his fingers, and then finally balances on just two fingers.
He holds the pose for a minute before jumping back onto his feet. Peter's a little jealous of how easily he moves. Peter rolls his eyes but stands up and wanders over to the center of the roof. Peter leans down, braces his fist against the rooftop, then pushes himself up on two fingers while pushing his legs off of the roof.
He holds the pose for about ten seconds, subtly adjusting his balance. And then he overcorrects, flails his legs, overcorrects again , and falls flat on his back. In the distance, the bat signal lights up, and he focuses on it. Guess break time is over. Nightwing pauses.
But Bats is a little under the weather. The crew is handling things for now. He should ask Nightwing about that. Peter can hear static and muffled words. He strolls towards the edge of the roof. Later, Peter! Nightwing gives him an easy salute, leaping off of the side of the building and into the night below.
Peter waits for a few minutes and then crawls down the side of the building. He feels a little less lonely now, at least. First of all, parallel dimensions exist. Multiple universes exist. Holy shit. The scientific ramifications are absolutely limitless, especially for physics. If he wasn't currently trapped here, he'd be shrieking at the very idea of researching the concept with Ned.
Tony Stark wouldn't be capable of keeping him out of the lab at the Compound; he'd be stuck with a feral, terminally nerdy child literally bouncing off of his walls for months on end, moving from one experiment to the next.
That's something for later. It's starting to look like he's the only person from his universe to end up here, and he can't stay here forever. He has to get home. The problem with that is rather obvious. Magic brought him here, not science as he understands it. As cool as that is, it puts him at a severe disadvantage. But maybe he could figure it out? Not magic, but the science fueling it. Everything functions under a set of laws, even magic.
He gets up, and starts to pace the firehouse dorm floor. The movement helps him organize his thoughts. Magic is just science people don't understand, isn't it? Show a medieval serf a videochat on your phone and they would consider it magic. Also you'd be called a witch and burned at the stake, but that's neither here nor there. Well, he's getting ahead of himself. He needs food. A way to gather the information he needs. Not with that weird truancy law.
God only knows how horrible those places are. School or juvie. It takes him most of the morning to find a library. The Bowery has none, which isn't a surprise, so he takes to hopping the subway and heads for Old Gotham.
The trip is a long one, and he spends most of it bored out of his mind. A few times he sees flashes of people he recognizes out of the corner of his eye as he makes his way towards the library. He sees Sam Wilson walking beside him. He sees Bucky Barnes squinting suspiciously at a rough looking group of guys near an alley. He sees Dr. Strange's cloak flutter past.
They disappear every time he turns to get a closer look. He must be losing his mind. He's dreaming up people from his own universe. And two out of the three don't even like him! God, that's some luckless loser nonsense. Peter ignores them, moving down the street.
The sky is overcast, the air damp and chill, and the people of Old Gotham are only slightly less surly than the people in the Bowery. The buildings, however, are absolutely beautiful; every building on this street is built with old carved stone, complete with gargoyles in some areas, and old trees line narrow streets.
She presses the automatic door button, waits for a few moments, then presses it again. Peter walks away from the door he was about to use and heads over to her. He opens the door for her, propping it open so she can go inside ahead of him. The mayor's a notorious cheapskate. For a moment, there's a flash of recognition in her eyes. It passes quickly, and her smile becomes a touch more friendly. Before I commit a felony by existing outside of it.
Barbara smirks, leading him over to the main desk. You can use my login on the computers. She moves behind the desk and grabs a few forms for him to fill out, and he takes to his task eagerly.
If nothing else, he can at least borrow a few books to pass the time at the firehouse. Barbara hums in agreement, looking over the form he filled out. He leaves her to her task and heads to the nearest bank of computers. He drops into a seat, plugs the card in, and all but sighs in relief when the internet browser pops up.
His Earth, at least. Time to start some research. He could try to enroll in a public school, but there's a very good chance he won't find the chemicals he needs for his web fluid there.
Public schools tend to have much more stringent budgets for chemical compounds than Midtown, at least back in his universe, and his refined recipe requires a few of the less common ones. Looking at Gotham, there doesn't seem to be a heavy focus on the sciences in any capacity in the public sector.
But there is a private school in town. Gotham Prep, where the city's best, brightest, and richest children go. Peter can't afford the tuition, but there are full ride scholarships. A few even come with stipends, but they require a bank account belonging to a parent. Peter sorely lacks both.
Well, he lacks both right now. Hacking into a banking system to create an account probably breaks several federal laws all at once, but whatever. The bank has laughably terrible security anyway. He registers for an academic scholarship to Gotham Prep, one of the mid tier ones that offers one hundred dollars a week as well as tuition. He can take the entrance exam easily enough, and it might even help calm his guilty conscience somewhat.
The registration takes no time at all. The old money kind like me. New money is obsessed with wealth and counts every dime they have. They'll notice. And if they find out about it, there's even odds they'll just be amused. Rich people crave new experiences, trust me. Uncle Ben would never do that. That goes triple for Aunt May. Or at least leave a very apologetic letter somewhere for him to find. Given that Bruce Wayne is basically an airheaded version of Tony Stark, he may not even notice the money was stolen in the first place.
This is a bone key that can open any kind of door. Pew Pew. SCP [Entity]. Infinite pizza for days. It is made of simple cardboard, measures Ravenholm Trappropeller [Entity]. An near recreation of the workings from a hammer editor created ravenholm trap in lua, complete with sounds and most importantly, thrust. Weld it on a vehicle and go wild on dem zambies. Also adds airboat engine as bonus, both come with wiremod support.
Physics Cannister Tool. Shoot the tip or cap of the prop to trigger its venting. Bugs: -Unsupported models that come after Flatgrass classic flatgrass in modern flatgrass.
I cant be the only one thinking that Vessie looks cute. Requires both addons to function, or else it wont be spawnable. Features: -2 Nextbots Enemy Requires both addons to function. More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if y Fully Functional Lambda Wars Teleporter. A working recreation of the one way teleporter from Half-Life 2 Themed RTS game; Lambda Wars to send your squad off to a location quickly and to do ambushes.
We all like big guns, who doesnt Welp this is a nice, simple, powerful and shiny "minigun" that goes pew pew, which might not have been ripped straight from Sven Co-op.
It should be the same gun the cut heavy assault hgrunt uses in HL1. Working Gantry Crane Entity. Adds the unused gantry crane from Half-Life 2 Episode 2 as spawnable entity, complete with mechanics.
Place top crane beam on support tra TTT map for once, supports both types Another one of those low quality Neptunia swords which i stopped making years ago Cities skylines in a nutshell. Warning, weebs only zone! This has got Waifus and Husbandos on a pillow, some have been upscaled using waifu2x. Use the context menu and navigate the selection of skins. Contains following ski Explosive Crate.
What do you call a barrel, that doesn't roll? Features an cuboid explosive barrel that breaks when shot, just like the default, but without the rolling feature. Can't find it? A nice long circular tunnel, perfect to run a few nextbots through. It sure is fun when you have to split sounds from the main addon when the sound doesnt want to populate the rest of the unoccupied mb of space when updating.
In a nutshell, this is now required to hear guns and any machines from the BME series. No Blood On Playermodels. Autorun hook that makes decals disappear off a playermodel when hurt, hopefully preventing crashes with playermodels that have alot of indices. Grate Prop. A navmesh upload because it is considered "not reasonable" for the map devs compared to AI nodes Thats how lily works.
Evergreen Shipping Container Model. Haha funni boat go brrrr. Glitched Pickaxe [Entity]. A simple map, yet they couldn't bother to make a navmesh for it Took a few years to have something like this appear Someone didnt bother with the day version Also includes a better navmesh for the night version. Haha funny German map go brrr A terrible navmesh that is the result of auto generation and manual area placement Another terrible navmesh that is the result of auto generation and manual area placement Allows you to send console commands from a wire entity that resembles a Minecraft command block, edit the entity or set a command via wire string input and then execute it using wire, without the hassle of finding the right E2 extension WW2 gaming.
Mah Uploaded Yes that includes a mesh on the outer ring and the drawbridge More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you a Lots of underground, even though it has navmesh its not recommended to run nextbots down there More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you are inter Simply drops the active weapon and all its ammo when the wielder dies, ready for someone else to pick up, similar to Half-Life's and Black Mesa's Deathmatch mode.
More navmesh here adds a texture patch as bonus rooftop railings make sure to check out my other addons if you are interested. Time to do something different that isn't Neptunia related. It also lets you vibe to Vitality. Red sus. Now you can glide around as Black Heart, as if you were a sanic based sprite nextbot. Sprite size is x Mah Uploa HL2 Crowbar Viewpunch.
Makes your view punch slightly when swinging the crowbar, also works with stunstick. Thanks to? Mah U Simple Flinch Viewpunch. Ranged Constraint Remover Tool. Picture this scenario; you paste in a large dupe and as soon as you touch it, it causes lag because every prop is getting its physics updated due being either no-collided or welded to eachother. This tool will basically remove all constraints in a given ra Could have been bigger. Default Door Sound Replacement. Overrides the damn default door sound that most mappers dont bother changing, with a Sci-Fi door woosh sound from Counter-Strike: Condition Zero.
Features: -1 Neutral Nextbot The range Banish those annoying players and punish those NPCs with math. Reupload due deletion, now you can run your darn siren head and cartoon cat again A weapon that tosses things really far away from its muzzle like the gravity gun but without the grabbing part, concept from Subnautica. Plays a Neptunia hitmarker sound and displays done damage against stuff with health in Gamindustri text.
Simple Rocket Jump. A simple script that makes you fly when you shoot your feet with an explosive just like in TF2, with damage reduction. Crouch while jumping for extra height.
In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. She chose the path of perpetual torment. In her ravenous hatred she found no peace, and with boiling blood she scoured the umbral plains, seeking vengence agai. Bootleg BFG [Entity]. You can't just shoot a hole into the surface of mars. Imagine making an dark spooky map only to forget the navmesh Press reload and shift to wake back That pink shiny rock from Sonic Mania that teleports you, without the annoying lua errors.
Teleporting near players will make them airborne and NPCs will get manipulated by the space time rifts. Explosives Tool. A tool that can spawn all sorts of explosive props from various games and maps 41 entries , so you no longer have to search them, you can also blow those props up when bound to a key, Michael bay approved.
Tetrac Bunker Clean. A nicer version of Tetrac Bunker Assault, but without the assault, rebel interference, lag and general instability. Perfect for posing and small RP events. Features: -Replaced rotating doors with sliding doors -Replaced alarm sound -Areaportals at do A weapon that is capable of vaporizing anything that lives. A explosive charge that can penetrate through walls, similar to a S.
If it doesn't gain much traction, it will be part of BME Weaponry. Some people didn't like that i use the Gimme Danger font for my navmesh thumbnails, so i changed it, let me know if you prefer comic sans over Gimme Danger.
More navmesh here CSS will most likely be required. Note that when the nextbots get to the mines, theres no way back to ravenholm, unless they are teleporting sprite nextbots. More navmesh here make sure to check out my oth Navmesh for the lazy, haha funny backrooms easter egg go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Dynamic Fire. Applies an client side Dynamic Light to burning stuff and fires, making fighting in dark areas such as ravenholm or EP1's tunnel sections slightly easier.
This is an alternative to VFire. The weapon a combine synth uses, which might not have been inspired by Stargate. WW2 map. Wilson Chronicles Scientist Zombie Reskin. Some people asked me on my screenshots "what zombie skin is that? Ever wanted to beat a strider to death by just using a crowbar? Or pistol down a dropship container? Now you can race with SCP chasing after you Touhou Radio [Entity].
Touhou music i guess, i dont exactly know what that is Has total 28 tracks that play at random, i dont know the names as i did S3RL Radio [Entity]. Show everyone what Has total 35 tracks that play at random, the radio can be broken when shot and when dropped in water, it will blow up. Codewise it works the same as the one in my BME Weaponry addon, with the difference that it fires faster to be traditional to the cow mangler functionality.
The or I only choose to navmesh this sonic map cuz it looks similar to Neptunia More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you are interested. Smol map More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you are interested. Mah Uploaded GM Garry's Mod 13, yes. Mah Uploaded G Black Mesa Classic Humans Playermodels. Has 23 models, half of which are Security Guards and the other half are Scientists. Perfectly suited for Nutscript, or clockworks. Made this because a friend wanted to play a FNAF events map with me and wanted security guard playermodels.
Includes: Ba A soviet tunnel thing with more dug tunnels beneath even though the first word seems german More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you are interest Does this seem pointless? Also inspired by Decay's alien mode. The wooshing sound of chains and cogs A weapon that turns you into Judgement, that difficult boss from Helltaker thats similar to Sans from Undertale.
Based off the Sans Abilities swep. Download the required files, o More navmesh here make sure to check out my other addons if you are interested Once I was drifting but You called me home.
How can I help you? And God is faithful. But when your love is true and pure, you want to remind your partner to hold on and fight for your love. It is so important, if we are going to grasp the magnitude of the significance of love in our midst, as we move forward into the practical expressions of it in our preaching and in our life together at Bethlehem. Martin Luther King Jr. A brother is a best friend.
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While on vacation, she accidentally spends one night with a stranger who happens to be handsome, charming and rich. IFunny is fun of your life. Set the intention for love to enter again. If you have any trouble with these songs, try changing the instrument patch with any sequencing software or E-mail me and let me know of the problem.
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The wanderer's true identity is that of the Divine Maiden. Hello there. Lyrics of Love: "Meet me in the altar in The average woman is 2". Although love can be painful and heart-breaking, be willing to open your heart anyway. I just need you now. It's a gift that would make anyone feel loved.
It's such a loving song and you can feel the love song lyrics deep in your soul. By Joanna Fuchs. Spoken expressions of love are wonderful, but there are also other ways to use these phrases when communicating with those you love. Recent Articles by David J. Before I leave it all behind. List Price:. Bring the doubters on, they don't matter at all. To narrow down the best options, we've rounded up our favorite country first dance songs below. Follow everywhere I go Top of all the mountains or valley low Give you everything you've been dreaming of Just let me in, ooh Everything you want in gold, I'll be the magic story you've been told And you'll be safe under my control Just let me in, ooh Just let me in, oohI dey craze for your love Hey my darling, I dey for you Pop the question and, yes I do!
My melody should strike a clue That I want you and only you Hey my darling, I dey for you Pop the question and, yes I do! The duration of song is What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted?
Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne.
In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free—if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending—if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight!
I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we are weak—unable to cope with so formidable an adversary.
But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?
Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of the means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
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