Start at the Beginning Pt 6

"Whoa, there cowboy... can we like... I dunno get a time out here or something?"

Walt looked at Gwenom- no, wait... She'd pulled her mask back a bit. Gwen. She... looked tired. "Sorry," he said nodding. "Yeah, ok... we can take a break. You hungry?"

She smirked and nodded. "No, I'm Gwen... and Gwen is starving!"

Walt chuckled shaking his head. "Alright, got it. What do you want to eat?"

She practically drooled. "Corndogs... and real soda! With sugar! Not that artificial junk!"

Walt blinked then grinned. "I take it that you've found other 'verses food disapointing? Sure let's go do that then. We can even return to 65 if you want to-"

"Yes!" Gwen said excitedly and grabbed him before he could change his mind.

She lead the way to where one of her favorite stands was. She'd changed into her civies and put her hood up. Walt had taken off the mask and tried to do the same... but he was having trouble not staring. Gwen Stacy's were always attractive young ladies and stylish in their own ways. This one was very casually stylish with her cut offs and sweatshirt. He had trouble not checking her out! She even dressed like his wife. *Just stick her in boots and a smudge of paint on her lovely ass and-* he shook the thought from his head looking away as he sensed her looking back.

Gwen felt him staring. It was weird. Her costume was a bit more revealing than her clothes... *probably what got that creep Rhino's attention,* she thought and shuddered. She glanced back and he looked away. *Aww... he's embaressed himself!* she smiled as she led the way. *That makes him not a creeper at least! That's good... almost sweet, even. Still... it's weird! I'm his "****" now... if he wanted to... he could...* (*BrEeD?*)

"We're almost there!" She said and started humming "Face It, Tiger," and drumming her parts by slapping her hands in her sides.

Walt caught himself staring again and cleared his throat. "You... really like music, huh?"

She nodded. "I'm a drummer. Our band is... alright, I'll be honest... The Mary Jane's ain't the greatest, despite what MJ thinks... partly my fault. I keep missing stuff... the whole crime fighting thing gets in the way. But it's fun you know?"

Walt smiled. "It is fun. I was in a band too."

She spins around surprised walking backwards. "Whoa... I did not expect that! You any good? What do you play?"

Walt chuckled. "I'm just okay. I can play several instruments and I enjoy singing... mostly when alone. I like music. A lot actually. My buddy's wife and friend of mine went through a "phase" and so I supported her and we made a small garage band. I was our drummer. We were... bad!" He chuckled. "But it was a lot of fun and it made her happy! We still tell each other to "rock on!" And stuff."

She smiled. He looked... different when he was talking about stuff like that. She could smell it and turned back around putting her hands behind her head. "Aw, yeah! Going to get my Corndog on!"

Walt chuckled as they got to the place. Looking around he'd noticed not quite as many pizza and burger joints in 65. Seemed like hotdogs and Corndogs and soda with "real" sugar are the thing in Earth-65. Good to know.

"How hungry are you?" He asked looking at the menu.

She blinked and looked at him. "I told you! Starving as a-"

Walt's stomach made an embaressing and loud noise. Gwen grinned as he nodded. "Yep... me too. Excuse me? Hi, we'll take... a half dozen corndogs, half dozen of the "spicy" Corn Dogs, 4 chillidogs, 4 hotdogs with "the works", 4 that are just sauerkraut and mustard, a bag of chips... hmmmm... 2 Proffesor Pepper's, 2 Koka-Kola's and 2 rootbeers." He looked at her. "Anything else?"

Gwen realized she was staring and shut her mouth. "Uhh... pickle on a stick?"

Walt nodded. "Two of those too."

The vendor also shut his mouth and tried not to laugh. "You got it, buddy! Eating healthy today!"

"Gwen?"

Gwen froze and turned around. "Hi Uncle Ben!"

Walt raised his eyebrow looking at this worlds Ben Parker. "Howdy."

"Hi there. Some one you know, Gwen?" Ben asked taking in the unusual appearance.

Walt smiled and stuck out his hand. "Visiting Proffesor from out of town. Don't let the hat confuse you. Dr Walter Stork. Gwen attended a seminar on quantum relativity and offered to show me around. It's a pleasure...?"

Ben took his hand and shook it smiling. "Parker. Ben Parker. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr Stork! Our Gwen is something of a genius... just like our Peter was... I'm glad she's applying herself seriously!"

Walt grinned. "Just call me, Walt. Join us?"

Gwen looked surprised and so did Ben Parker. "Oh... I couldn't. I wouldn't want to interrupt. I'm sure Gwen's dying to pick your brain..."

Walt grinned. "My treat?"

"Well..." said Ben smiling. "If you insist! Two more of the Kraut dogs and two with everything and a... oh, let's see. Ah, a cream soda!"

"Uncle Ben," Gwen says surprised and he winked. "Don't tell May. She's been trying to put me on a diet. I usually love her cooking but I don't think I could stomach another tofu casserole tonight."

They all laughed and nodded including the hotdog vendor. Getting their food the went over to a bench to sit and eat. They didn't say much for awhile as they stuffed their faces. Walter was surprised watching Gwen eat her corn dog excitedly. *Dammit... is that suposed to be hot?! Don't stare like a creep. Concentrate on your own food!*

Gwen and Ben finish first and watch as Walt systematically devours their food. "Guess your friend really likes hotdogs!"

Gwen laughed nervously. "He'd said he hadn't had real NYC hot dogs in too long to remember!"

Ben Parker grinned. "Well good to see he's making up for lost time. If guest lecturing doesn't work out he should become a competitive eater!" Ben paused lifting his soda. "Did you hear the news?"

Gwen swallowed and shook her head. "What news?"

Ben Parker gave her look. "About that Matt Murdock fella?"

"Oh," Gwen nodded. "That... yeah, I heard..."

Ben nodded. "It's about damn time! Couldn't have happened to a more deserving Asshole. Good riddance!"

Utaa sighed in disgust looking at Utau and shutting off the TV. "I can't believe it! I can't watch anymore. Just like in your 65 this new branch's Uncle Ben also advocates for ****. In yours he states Matt Murdock needs killing and in this one he just expressed that it was a desirable outcome!"

Utau smirks gloating. "Oh, you "can't watch anymore" then? I forget. What is our jobs exactly? Watcher's or Not-Watcher's?"

Utaa glares then slowly and very reluctantly turns the TV back on. "When does the new Watcher arrive? I don't like this."

Utau chuckled. "Who knows. They get here when they get here! Apparently there's a shortage. Then you can go back to watching your precious boring 8 where nothing bad happens... where nothing happens really. 65 maybe a mess but at least it's not that!"

Utaa sighs in disgust. "I still can't believe our two are even related let alone dependant... and now the Prime is messing around... he was such a good watcher himself until the others visited."

Utau nodded. "They're probably going to stick some poor Watcher's with watching all his divergent changes across the Multiverse. Poor bastards-"

There's a knock at the door. Utaa and Utau look at each other in surprise. That was quick! "Yes?"

The door opens and a man in a red and black suit and another greying haired mustachioed man wearing glasses walk in wearing blue capes. "Hi," Deadpool said. "We were told to come here by the temp agency where we'd have to watch- oh, is that a western? I love westerns!"

The older gentleman taps him on the shoulder. "That's the guy I was telling you about! Close call Cowboy guy!" Sta- I mean, Temporary-Watcher-Stan looks at the recliner. "Dibs on the La-Z-Boy!"

Temporary-Watcher-Deadpool's eyes widen. "No! You didn't? Stan!" He sees TW-Stan grin. "Great... just great! Where do I sit?"

Utaa gets out of the chair while Utau kicks a milk crate. "We're out of here." Utaa looks like they want to complain about how unfit these two are in particular... but stops and heads out the door too.

TW-Deadpool watches TW-Stan ease himself comfortably into the chair. "We could share?"

TW-Stan chuckles. "Not a chance, Jack!" He does look around though. "We could redecorate though... maybe we can get you an old futon or something?"

TW-Deadpool nods. "Yeah... yeah! This is all temporary anyway! Obviously they'll fix this quickly! Just gotta send in the proper paperwork and requests I'm sure... a proper chair... maybe a "potted plant"..." he starts to lower his ass down onto the milk crate. "Ahhh... yup... all just temporary!"

TW-Stan waits until he's almost seated and says, "Hey while you're up... be a pal and get us some brewski's?"

TW-Deadpool sighs. "It's all just temporary... Yup... I'm on it. Don't let me miss any good stuff, ok?"

TW-Stan grins and gives him a thumbs-up.

"...and they found him like that. The Kingpin is dead! He finally got what was coming to him! He actually deserved much worse! Good riddance to Matt Murdock the Kingpin!"

Gwen nodded but kept silent. She couldn't really argue with Uncle Ben about it because she'd felt the same... and she still felt the weight of Peter's **** on her hands. And Walt had killed the Kingpin. For her. He'd kept her from getting her hands dirty and given her the vengeance she'd sought.

Walt swallowed his soda. "I've always tried to live my life by "with great power, comes great responsibility"... but I can't say I've always been successful at it. But I don't think it's the successes or failures that matter so much. I think it's the acknowledgment of responsibility. Some could argue that whoever did that last night had a responsibility to not use that power. And Ben seems to think that whoever did that had a responsibility to use their power to do something to make a change for the well being of others."

Ben nodded and Gwen looked at him. "What do you think, Walt?"

"Me... I think both arguments are perfectly valid ones. It depends on the individual to acknowledge that they have that power, that responsibility to it, and then decide what that actually entails. I think whatever person, or persons, did that last night decided to make a decision on it and tried to make the most responsible decision they could at the time. Could the law handle handle someone with Murdocks power and know how and had lived above it for so long? The same law that lets a good man like Captain Stacy lose said captaincy and then lets a monster like the Rhino almost beat him to ****? No. I don't think so. I'm not saying things will be perfect with "Kingpin" Matt Murdock gone... but I do hope that the people whose lives he crushed under the heel of his foot can find peace and maybe some hope that their futures might be a bit better. I was a soldier long ago. I learned how and I did my fighting and killing. I respect those who have the option and choose not to. But I learned the path of the warrior. I don't glory in it, but it's a task I never shrank from. Just a dirty job that needs doing. Don't make it right or wrong."

"I'll drink to that, Walt! Someone who has the power to do so and needs to take the responsibility that comes with it!" Ben held out his soda and Walt clinked his bottle to it. They both waited.

Gwen nodded and smiled. "Yeah... I think I like that way of thinking about it! Power and responsibility... and making choices..." She looked at Ben. "D-do you think... Peter..."

Ben and Walt looked at each other and nodded and Ben wrapped an arm around her while Walt patted her shoulder. "I think Peter understands, where ever he is..."

Gwen nodded and raised her bottle too. "Then I'll definitely drink to that!"

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