Spring Cleaning at Camp Rogers
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ever_lovinBen is making a final pass over the abandoned industrial park when he sees what Johnny has done. The park had scanned clear of any industrial wastes and the basic structures of the factories, warehouses and offices were all sound enough to emulate what buildings within a city would be like. All in all, he scored. This place was perfect for what he had in mind. What wasn't perfect was Johnny announcing it to anyone with half a brain.
"Johnny, what in the blazes do ya think yer doin'?" he yelled out as he landed the original fantasti-car.
"What?" Johnny replied honestly confused.
Ben leaped out of the fantasi-car to stand near Johnny and gestured to the ten foot wide depiction of Captain America's shield burned into the concrete of the entryway. "You wanna just call Osborn? We don't exactly want him to come callin' ya know!"
"Relax Ben, it's called hiding in plain sight," Johnny explained. "Besides, we need a symbol to remind us of what we are doing right? Got a better one?"
"I guess yer right," Ben allows.
"Of course I am. You ready to head home?"
"You go ahead, I got a couple more things ta take care of."
"Okay. See you later," Johnny says. "Ben this really is a good idea."
"Thanks matchstick. Now get outta here!"
"Flame ON!" Johnny yells and Ben watches him fly off before he walks over to the fantasti-car and picks it up to carry it to one of the warehouses. He's not sure how long he'll have to wait so he might as well get started.
It turns out he doesn't have to wait too long after all, only a couple of hours, before he sees them walking into the entryway like they own the place. They fan out and then seem to be getting ready to spray paint Johnny's work. Ben opens the warehouse door and steps out. "Evenin'" he says to the teens who are too cool to be startled. "Can I talk wit ya fer a minute?"
"What you want?" the tallest and biggest boy says all casual defiance.
"Fer starters I don't want ya ta tag that," Ben says with a nod toward the 'shield'.
"Ya right," the boy says shaking his can. "What's gonna stop me?"
"I am," Ben says charging the boy who freezes in shock. Ben takes the can and says, "Look, I ain't gonna take yer turf. I know better than that. But I would like yer help. What do ya think of Cap?"
"He was alright. Uptight, but alright. Shame what happened to 'em."
"Well, how'd you like ta keep his dream alive?"
"You lookin' ta make us in ta super heroes or somethin'?"
Ben shakes his head. "Not unless ya got some kinda powers. What I aim ta do here is train kids who got em. Train em right; not like Camp Hammond. You hear of Hammond?"
"Ya, that shit ain't right."
"So you guys got a choice. I'm bringin' kids here to learn how to use their powers right. To not hurt people. You can be part of that."
"You said that already, what you want gramps?"
Ben resists shaking the kid for that comment. "Be our look out. Capes who come here, I don't care if they're carryin' a card or not. Eventually, the big boys are goin' catch on and I don't want anyone goin' to prison. So you see any cops or government boys, you just let me know."
"What do we get outta this?"
"Aside from the pride in doin' what's right? How about this, how many other gangs have a super hero training camp on their turf? Can you think of anyone who can say that?"
The tall youth thinks for a bit and then nods his head and holds out his hand. "You got a deal. I'm Mikey and me an' my boys are the Shields."
Ben makes sure to look each kid in the eye, noting a few girls with them, and then says, "It's a pleasure. One more thing, that," he points to the 'shield', "doesn't get tagged."
"What's wrong wit' you gramps? It needs color, red white an' blue are colors of pride!"
Ben looks at the can of paint and sees it's red. "Ya got a point. I'll see ya guys later."
"Later gramps."
"Don't call me gramps!"
"Sure thing gramps!" the gang yells out as Ben walks through the warehouse door and, to his surprise, into Milliways.
"Johnny, what in the blazes do ya think yer doin'?" he yelled out as he landed the original fantasti-car.
"What?" Johnny replied honestly confused.
Ben leaped out of the fantasi-car to stand near Johnny and gestured to the ten foot wide depiction of Captain America's shield burned into the concrete of the entryway. "You wanna just call Osborn? We don't exactly want him to come callin' ya know!"
"Relax Ben, it's called hiding in plain sight," Johnny explained. "Besides, we need a symbol to remind us of what we are doing right? Got a better one?"
"I guess yer right," Ben allows.
"Of course I am. You ready to head home?"
"You go ahead, I got a couple more things ta take care of."
"Okay. See you later," Johnny says. "Ben this really is a good idea."
"Thanks matchstick. Now get outta here!"
"Flame ON!" Johnny yells and Ben watches him fly off before he walks over to the fantasti-car and picks it up to carry it to one of the warehouses. He's not sure how long he'll have to wait so he might as well get started.
It turns out he doesn't have to wait too long after all, only a couple of hours, before he sees them walking into the entryway like they own the place. They fan out and then seem to be getting ready to spray paint Johnny's work. Ben opens the warehouse door and steps out. "Evenin'" he says to the teens who are too cool to be startled. "Can I talk wit ya fer a minute?"
"What you want?" the tallest and biggest boy says all casual defiance.
"Fer starters I don't want ya ta tag that," Ben says with a nod toward the 'shield'.
"Ya right," the boy says shaking his can. "What's gonna stop me?"
"I am," Ben says charging the boy who freezes in shock. Ben takes the can and says, "Look, I ain't gonna take yer turf. I know better than that. But I would like yer help. What do ya think of Cap?"
"He was alright. Uptight, but alright. Shame what happened to 'em."
"Well, how'd you like ta keep his dream alive?"
"You lookin' ta make us in ta super heroes or somethin'?"
Ben shakes his head. "Not unless ya got some kinda powers. What I aim ta do here is train kids who got em. Train em right; not like Camp Hammond. You hear of Hammond?"
"Ya, that shit ain't right."
"So you guys got a choice. I'm bringin' kids here to learn how to use their powers right. To not hurt people. You can be part of that."
"You said that already, what you want gramps?"
Ben resists shaking the kid for that comment. "Be our look out. Capes who come here, I don't care if they're carryin' a card or not. Eventually, the big boys are goin' catch on and I don't want anyone goin' to prison. So you see any cops or government boys, you just let me know."
"What do we get outta this?"
"Aside from the pride in doin' what's right? How about this, how many other gangs have a super hero training camp on their turf? Can you think of anyone who can say that?"
The tall youth thinks for a bit and then nods his head and holds out his hand. "You got a deal. I'm Mikey and me an' my boys are the Shields."
Ben makes sure to look each kid in the eye, noting a few girls with them, and then says, "It's a pleasure. One more thing, that," he points to the 'shield', "doesn't get tagged."
"What's wrong wit' you gramps? It needs color, red white an' blue are colors of pride!"
Ben looks at the can of paint and sees it's red. "Ya got a point. I'll see ya guys later."
"Later gramps."
"Don't call me gramps!"
"Sure thing gramps!" the gang yells out as Ben walks through the warehouse door and, to his surprise, into Milliways.
