Marvel: Reddened Legacies (For CrookedOnceMore)

[Atlas]

She had waited for this day. The day she'd finally be something more than she was, a hero that would strike back at those that had wronged her and quite frankly, quite a few other people. Was she expecting thanks for this? No, infact she was quite sure she'd make a good number of enemies on her quest for justice, but that mattered little to her as she surveyed the New York skies, a rather wide (and some may have even called 'sinister') grin on her face. She'd have her justice...and already she spotted her first target.

The dark clad figure watched silent as the heroine known as Spider-girl swung through the buildings below. She almost pitied that she was about to ruin this woman's night but her pity quickly turned to anger as she remembered all the injustices she had suffered by these so called "heroes". Calling out in a rehearsed, but very panicked sounding voice, she yelled "Spider-Girl HELP! The-erm, the green GOBLIN left me tied up here and I think pumpkin thing he left is about to go off!"

While she was unsure if the heroine even knew who green goblin was, much less fought him, she figured if the red and blue Spider Hero knew him, the other spider people would too. "Oh god please HURY!" With that said, she backed away from the roof edge, waiting in the shadows.

Clad in her white-and-black outfit, swinging back from having just resolved a petty fight scene in an alley-way, Gwen sighed to herself as she soared through New York's concrete jungle. The city had been quiet for the last few days. Strangely quiet. All of her recurring villains were either incarcerated or recovering from previous run-in's with her, and amongst them included the Goblin.

So that's why she was automatically suspicious when a call came out from the nearby roof-top implying his return. But with the bomb threat having been identified, she'd risk a false alarm. "Uh-oh." She reacted with a fast spin and shot a web to a neighboring building, clinging to the wall and looking across to the scream's origin. "Sheesh. Doesn't this guy get any sleep?"

Not wasting any more time, though, she hopped in-between the buildings, scaling them with ease as she came over the top of the complex. But she found herself up there alone.

"Uh...?" She murmured aloud, "Anyone up here? Ma'am?" Looking around, Gwen didn't see anyone, and certainly heard no pumpkin bomb's timer. "Am I on the wrong building?" She thought, but looking around her, the one she was on top of was certainly taller than any surrounding ones, and no one appeared to be in sight.

[Atlas]

"Oh there's someone up here alright. But certaintly not anyone YOU can save."

From the shadows several shots came out of some sort of plasma weapon, the masked figure finally stepping out into the open with the look of one who had just received a very big Christmas gift. "And like a dog running to it's master, so you come." The woman, quite young looking really, seemed to get her fashion device from doctor Doom, her body nearly swallowed in a large imposing black cape and the rest of her body made up of a sheek, silvery surface, almost like the silver surfer minus the board. Reloading what appeared to be some sort of gun, she aimed it at the young hero, saying coolly,"Let's skip the banter until after you're down, shall we?" Remarmed, she began firing again, shots zooming off towards Spider-girl.

"Oh. Wait, what?" Gwen managed to ask in surprise, before she barely had time to skip out of the way of the oncoming barrage of bullets. With a backflip and an evasive dodge, Gwen landed back on her feet, a hand to the ground to soften her fall before she straightened herself out again to see her ambusher. Now this was something interesting to occupy her night with.

With the next on-slaught of attacks coming towards her, Gwen ran forward and slid to the ground, ducking her flexible body underneath them on her knees. From there, she reassembled back onto two legs. "Sweet outfit!" She complimented with a snarky tone, "But taking advantage of my charity? Not cool, girl." From there, she ran towards the near-facing entrance to the stairs and bounced off the wall, shooting three balls of expanding web towards her opponent while in mid-air, before landing back on the ground.

[Atlas]

"Charity? Yes, and I suppose you feel like you're ENTITLED to something, hm? Maybe some thanks for your 'good deeds' or a medal for your bravery? News flash, we already have men and women in uniforms that do your jobs LEGALLY!" Shooting the webs before they could hit her, the silver woman through what appeared to be a bracelt, though as it flew through the air, a small red R began to glow on it's sleek surface as it hit the heroine's arm, clamping on tightly.

Smirking, she relaxed her stance, arms folded confidently over her chest as she crossed her arms. "Consider it a gift. A 24-hour loss of your powers and no nasty rays sapping them away or some kind of awful poison. Just a simple little pinch and 'presto!', you're a human in a dorky costume. But that's just step one. Step TWO will hurt." Raising up her gun, she fired off a shot, this time aiming right at Gwen's chest as a blue beam fired out. Though it wasn't a lethal shot, it certaintly would have quite a kick to it, leaving a sting. The unfortunate side effect however was her the spot her costume was hit didn't seem to be as durable, burning a big hole right through the fabric.

Gwen put on a disappointed smirk to see her webs get shot down so quickly. This villain was tough, for a newbie, but nothing she hadn't handled before. At least, that's what she was thinking, until a strangely shaped object was lunged towards her. With little time to react, Gwen covered her face with her hands, but that only advanced her opponents goal as the bracelet fixed itself to the heroine's hand like a slap-bracelet.

"Oh no." Gwen thought, instantly prying at the wrist-adhesive, assuming it was a bomb or some weapon. But no such weapon was attached to her, so it only provided a brief distraction long enough for the blonde to not notice the blue beam headed straight for her, which soon made contact and knocked her off her feet, several feet onto the ground, landing on her back.

"Ughhh..." Spider-Gwen groaned, holding her head as she leaned back up. Only to see that the entire front of her costume had been singed and erased - leaving nothing covering her black bra underneath. "Oh, geez." She thought to herself, and instantly tried to weave a web - partly to cover herself, partly to protect her organs in some fashion - but her hands produced nothing as they usually had.

"That's... new..." She whispered, that previously held fun-loving tone having vanished. Looking up, Gwen nervously laughed "Most folks take me out to dinner first..." as she got back up to her feet, "So, uh, what did you just do to me?"

[Atlas]

"Mm? You mean besides erase your powers for a full 24 hours? Oooh that rhymed! Ah. Ahem. Yes, I took your powers away so you can join us 'lower' folks and be held accountable for your reckless behavior. But don't worry! I'm not trying to steal your powers, or take over the world. Heck, I'm not even going to KILL you. This is nothing personal you have to understand...well. Maybe it IS personal, but I'm not doing this specially for you. It's what you REPRESENT that irks me."

Striding forward, she suddenly gripped the blonde's wrist, and tugged her towards the edge of the roof, stopping for a moment to gaze at the costumed woman."...Hrm. Didn't really MEAN to hit you there...but it actually helps me remove this silly thing." Silver hands reaching outwards, the hooded woman promotly tugged the costume apart, her actions done with no hesitation as black and white fabric laid in patches on the ground. Satisfied once the heroine was only left down to her undergarments and mask, she resumed tugging her to the roof edge and sat down.

Her legs dangling over the edge, she pulled Gwen down next over her lap, one hand pressed firmly against her back as she raised the other up slowly."See that Spider-girl? That view of the city? No explosions or crazy people swinging through or flying or the damned giant monsters wrecking it. THAT is peace. If you were in my shoes, you'd understand why I had to do this." Her hand came crashing down not long after, a loud SMACK filling the night air.

This... was a change of pace. Most villains had tried getting Gwen out of her costume before, no questions asked, but that was always her mask, as a way of revealing her secret identity. None had gone this far, much less succeeded. She had very little time to react and fight back as her wrist was grabbed and she was pulled across the roof-top, her natural super strength having been sapped from her body.

With one well-placed tug, Gwen's costume scattered into pieces, some drifting onto the floor and others being pulled away by the wind. Underneath her mask, she blushed bright red, but her burning cheeks were contrasted by the cool winds of the New York breeze. With only her matching bra and panties on to cover her body below her mask, Gwen failed to hold back her girly shriek as she tried covering herself with her hand, muttering "You-!"

In her moment of vulnerability, Gwen found herself being pulled once more, this time over towards the edge of the roof. With no way to predict Silver's next move, the blonde found herself tossed - not over the roof - but over her opponents lap, where she dangled above the streets, which was a more desolate part of town but still had a few stray people walking too and fro.

None of them had looked up, fortunately for Gwen, who was able to ask "What the hell are you-" before a fast swat came down onto her bottom, shaking her skin and leaving a red hand-print atop her white posterior. "Ah-Ow! H-Hey, lady, let's talk about this, you can't be doing this to me!"

[Atlas]

Whistling low, the silvery woman snickered, her hand rubbing against the area she had swatted. "Jeesh! For all that leaping and climbing you do, you'd think you'd have a less fat butt, huh?" She brought her hand down against, striking the other cheek with a firmer hand thrn she did previously, moving her free arm to wrap around Gwen's torso.

This was both to keep Gwen from sliding right off her lap but also to keep the heroine from squirming away too much as her hand continued to fall down, striking at the center part of her bottom. Every so often, her spanker would speak up, her voice taunting as she asked things like, "So Spiderbuns, does this make me your archenemy?" "What's that costume made out of anyway? Certaintly has to be durable to keep in all that junk in the trunk!"

The most chilling comment however came a few moments later as she asked darkly,"Hey. Here's a fun idea, let's see what's UNDER that mask, shall we?" Her spanking hand paused, rubbing up her bottom, and then back slowly, creeping higher to her neck.

"This - Ow, - This is your evil plan?" Gwen tried cutting back, "If you had wanted me like this, - Ow!, haha, there were easier ways to - Ow!" Her attempts at snark were only thinly masking the fear and humiliation in her voice, but that was all passable up until she felt her captor's hands crawling up from her rear to the back of her head.

"Oh, oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you..." The heroine threatened, although in a shakey, insecure voice, "S-Seriously, you've had your fun." With that, Gwen tried wrestling her way off of her aggressor's lap, but doing so in a way that wouldn't cast her off the ledge was almost impossible; She was completely helpless, and without powers too.