<strong>GIRL TROUBLES</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftop hanger<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone present<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Jack followed Tigra up the stair, thoroughly enjoying both the view and the fact that he'd denied it to Johnny, who surprisingly didnt rush after the cat woman as well. Jack could tell that Johnny was willing to compete for her, so what the hell was his game staying behind like that? Didnt seem Johnny's usual style with the ladies. Perhaps he had an honest to God emotional attachment to this one that went beyond getting his celebrity dick sucked. Jack desperately wanted to know just what they has previously had between them. The more he knew the better his chances to win the woman over to him. But even without that knowledge Jack was secure in the fact that he and the she beast were literally of a different breed than the rest here. She could no longer be counted as one of the monkey's, Tigra belonged to the Wild now, it was just a question of how deeply her connection to her primal nature ran. Oh there was so much he could teach her, oh yes! So much he could show her...free her from herself and in return she could perhaps help him be at ease with his own nature. She seemed to possess all that was best of both worlds. She was completely at peace with herself.<br/><br/>Tigra left the stair well heading for the kitchen and Jack heard the low gurgle in her belly as digestive juices stared flooding her stomach in preparation of the coming meal. Jack stopped at the door a second before deciding to continue upward on to the hanger. No sense following her like a stupid puppy he thought. Let her know that he's not that damn easy because this one liked to play games. It was in her eyes and smile, a message woven into her flirtations. The rewards offered were real but rules were for the moment all of her making and Jack wasnt about to become the submissive. He was a fucking Alpha! So he continued up using the stair, preferring exertion, the play of muscular activity suited him more than riding in a box as he loped towards the roof.<br/><br/>Several where already up here arming themselves for the coming conflict. The twitchy weirdo in red and the chick with the spade printed over her eye were getting loaded for bear. The Captain, unsurprisingly, selected arm consitent with a WWII field officer. Jack wondered if he was even away of it, that he was passing on some of the best gear in the modern era for relatively simple stuff. Security in the familiar Jack thought of the displaced man. In his own way he was as much a stranger to this world as Jack. He found that he liked that, besides, Steve had shown himself to be nothing but a good guy all around.<br/><br/><1940's values at work.> Jack smirked beneath his mask. If this guy was in fact the real Cap or even a clone implanted with his memories this time must be one hell of a culture shock.<br/><br/>Ares was...what else shouting and threatening to kill everything...including tables.<br/><br/><Give it a fucking rest!><br/><br/>While Jack had perhaps more than anyone there a healthy dose of fear and respect when it came to Ares (no one else but Strange seemed to understand just what the fuck he was, stupid monkeys! Treating a god of war like a superhero). Jack blamed Hercules for this. Unlike Thor who possessed a regal aloofness Hercules liked to drink and wench like he was just a over muscled frat boy. The others just didnt have the proper sense of awe when it came to the divine. But even so Jack's teenaged mind was getting bored with the entire shtick. Yeah yeah oceans of blood and mountains of corpses, sell it to your enemies not your allies. Jack moved over to where Steve was standing as he considered the new dynamic Tigra had thrown into his and Johnny's relationship. He sighed, they'd have to sort this out and soon in order to stay friends. Jack would talk to him first chance he got.<br/><br/>It was at that moment that Tigra emerged from the elevator, her face smeared with grease and the rich smell of meat. As she polished off a glass of milk Jack forgot all about Johnny Storm. Fuck he wanted to lick her face!