seven miles a second

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From the writings of influential, controversial and acclaimed New York artist and AIDS activist David Wojnarowicz comes 7 Miles a Second, with art by James Romberger and Marguerite Van Cook, from @fantagraphics

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Originally posted by spiderholland


Summary: You’re a close friend of Tony Stark (and Bruce Banner’s niece) who manages to capture the attention of the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.


You shot up straight, gasping as you pulled off your lab goggles.

Your sudden action had caught the attention of Bruce Banner, who looked over at you with widened eyes. “What? What happened?”

You giggled, giddy with excitement. “I did it,” you whispered, bouncing on your lab stool as you made sure all your equipment was in its proper place.

“You did it?” Bruce asked, perking up.

You nodded your head vigourously, jumping off your stool. “I did it! Oh my god I have to tell Tony!”

You stumbled out of the lab, sprinting down the stairs as you ignored F.R.I.D.A.Y. telling you to use caution. Bruce simply looked after you, chuckling slightly.


“Alright Underoos,” Tony spoke. “You’re going to start training. Now I know you’re still not a real Avenger but…”

Peter stopped paying attention to Tony as he heard a faint voice yelling out ‘Tony! Tony! Tony!’.

Tony either didn’t hear the voice or chose to ignore it, continuing to speak to Peter as he gesticulated with his hands.

“Tony! Tony!”

The voice was louder now, and Peter found himself flinching as a mass of white and (H/C) tackled Tony.

Tony stopped midsentence, his face breaking out into a huge smile as he ruffled your hair. “Hey kiddo. What’s up?”

A huge grin spread across your face and Peter knew in that moment that he was a goner. And he didn’t even know your name yet.

“Tony,” you spoke softly. “I did it!”

Peter was blatantly staring at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes lit up as you spoke to Tony about what you had done, bouncing up and down on your heels in excitement.

“Did what?” Tony asked, confused.

You squealed slightly and Peter swore that it was the most adorable thing he had ever witnessed.

“I did it Tony! I found a way to recreate Vibranium using a sample from Steve’s shield!” You whispered, smiling even wider as Tony’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Kid that’s amazing!” Tony exclaimed, picking you up and hugging you. “How did you get it done so quickly?”

Peter stepped back and cleared his throat, feeling a bit out of place as he observed the interaction.

Tony put you down and placed his hand on your shoulder as he spun you around to face Peter. “Underoos, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Underoos.”

Peter chuckled nervously as he held his hand out. “Uh, Peter will do just fine.”

You placed your hand in his and shook it, smiling softly at him. Peter could only think of the way your hand fit perfectly with his.

“Are you two related?” Peter questioned, pulling his hand back after realizing that he had been shaking yours for quite a while.

You and Tony exchanged looks before snorting and laughing. “No,” Tony spoke. “(Y/N) is actually Bruce’s niece.“

You nodded along. “But I seemed to be pretty smart so Tony took me under his wing.”

“Kid you’re a genius! With Bruce as your guardian and me as your role model-” you snorted at that, “-it’s no surprise that you’re my protégée.”

Peter whined involuntarily, causing you to giggle. Tony stopped talking and looked at him. “I thought I was your protégé!”

“Sorry Underoos. She’s been around a lot longer than you.”

All of a sudden, your eyes widened. “Wait, Peter? As in Parker?”

Peter nodded.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you whispered, staring at him in awe. Peter felt his face flush.

You proceeded to shake your head before grinning once more. “So how’s the new suit treating you?”

Peter sputtered for a moment. “The suit? It’s great!”

Tony smiled smugly. “I’m glad you like it kid. (Y/N) made it.”

Peter’s jaw dropped at his words. “You made it?”

Tony laughed loudly. “Well, I designed it but she put it all together. The web wings were her idea however.”

Peter hadn’t stopped staring at you. “You made my suit? That’s amazing.”

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling at his words. “Is Karen helpful? I spent hours making sure I programmed her properly.”

Peter nodded absentmindedly as you practically glowed with pride, not noticing the way Tony was looking down at the both of you fondly, a knowing look in his eye.


“So kid,” Tony said. You looked up from your book and smiled at him. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

You nodded you head and closed your book, placing it on the table before swinging your legs onto the couch and sitting criss-cross-applesauce. You patted the space next to you, motioning for Tony to join you.

“You’re smart. Really smart. But you’re also a teenager. Bruce and I were thinking that maybe you should go to school,” he said. “So you can have that ‘normal teenage’ experience.”

You sighed softly and leaned forwards slightly, a smirk on your face as you stared Tony down. “You want me to keep an eye on Peter don’t you?”

“I want you to keep an eye on Peter,” Tony grumbled in agreement.

You nodded once more and got up. “Just tell me when and where.”


You kept your head down as you walked into the Midtown School of Science and Technology (est. 1962), not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

You successfully made your way into the office without running into anyone and gathered your schedule, locker information, and a school map before being informed that you had been assigned a tour guide.

You turned around when a voice spoke your name.

“Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?”

Standing in front of you was a boy about your age, leaning casually against the doorframe as he tapped his foot to some unknown beat.

You nodded slightly, causing the boy to smile as he stepped forwards.

“Flash Thompson,” he spoke, extending his hand. “I’ll be showing you around for today.”

You shook his hand, chuckling slightly. “Well you already know my name but nice to meet you.”

Flash led you to your locker when a familiar looking boy approached.

“(Y/N)?” Peter questioned.

“Peter, hey,” you greeted him, throwing your arms around him and pulling him in close. Peter awkwardly wrapped his arm around you as Flash stared in surprise.

“W-what are you doing here?” Peter stuttered.

“Tony sent me. Decided it was time for me to leave Stark Industries and lead a normal life.”

“Tony Stark?” Flash questioned.

You nodded. “Yep. Peter is part of the internship but I’m his apprentice.”


The bell had rung, signaling the end of the day. You sighed in relief, finally being able to leave after a day of Flash’s endless questioning about Tony Stark and the Avengers.

You smiled when you saw Peter fall into step with you.

“Hey are you going to the tower?” You asked. Peter nodded.

“Do you uh, do you mind if I walk with you?”

“Not at all,” you shook your head, smiling.

The walk was silent but peaceful, your hands brushing occasionally and causing you both to blush.

“Well this is me,” you finally spoke once the elevator had gone up to the R&D lab.

You walked out only to feel yourself bring pulled back. You crashed into Peter’s chest, a gasp escaping your lips.

“I-i’m sorry,” Peter said. “But I had to ask before you left. Would you ever go o-out with m-me?”

You smiled softly, your heart beating a million miles per second.

“Pick me up Friday at seven Spider-Man,” you responded, leaning up and placing a kiss on Peter’s cheek before leaving the elevator, leaving behind a blushing mess.


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Aaaand that finishes my vacation week’s worth of drabbles. I will be back to full length fics soon and I hope y'all enjoyed!!

6

“I’ve been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me, which’d be something like, ‘Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone else.’ So I thought I’d tell you about a hero of Chris’s, a man called Captain Joe Kittinger. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometers into the stratosphere. And then, armed with only a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes and thirty-six seconds, reaching seven hundred and forty miles per hour before opening his parachute five kilometers above the Earth. It had never been done before, and it’s never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him - because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. And he was the bravest boy - man - I knew. And that was - he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why - and that’s why we, we loved him.”

Impact (chapter 3)

“Oliver, are you serious?” Barry asked as they sat at a table in Big Belly Burger. “Do you know what you’re asking me to do?”

Oliver took a swallow from the glass of water in front of him.  “Barry, we’ve been here before. You went back to save everybody after Savage used that Staff. I don’t remember any major changes from that.”

Barry shook his head. “No,” he replied. “Except that you changed everything about your relationship with Felicity. Oliver, I tried to warn you that when someone or something messes with time, it fights back.”

Oliver felt the remorse and guilt from the time Barry mentioned. It tried to creep back into his heart. “Barry, my lie to Felicity was not because you went back and reset everything. That did not stop me from ignoring the second chance I got to make things right with her. I screwed that one up all by myself.”

“When I went back and saved my mother,” Barry added. “This whole timeline changed. I caused Cisco’s brother to die.” Barry lowered his head and fell back into that guilt. “I changed people’s lives, even Diggle’s. I took away his daughter. My life even changed. Into what, I still don’t know. But I had both my parents back and life was normal.”

Oliver listened to what Barry was saying. He knew asking Barry to go back and stop William from running out into the street could change the timeline again. But Oliver also knew that if he did nothing, William was going to die. He wasn’t sure if he could come back from that. Every time Oliver looked at his son, he was reminded of everything else he lost in his life that made him stand on the edge of pure grief. And if William should die, he would surely go over it. The only thing that might possibly save him, the only person, would be Felicity. Felicity’s refusal to accept his plan was the right one. Oliver was not ignorant to what could happen. But he felt it wasn’t a lie he would telling her this time. He wanted her to feel the same as he did—do whatever it takes to save lives. He felt more shame squeeze harder in his heart.

“Barry,” he rejoined the conversation. “I can’t think of any other way to save my son. I mean, we’re talking about going back just three days here. It’s just blip. How bad can things really get?”

“Well,” Barry answered. “First Felicity would kill me if I go along with this. Second, Iris would kill me if I go along with this. Cisco already hates me for what I did to his life. Caitlyn too. Oliver, I understand what you’re going through with William. If I had any control at all over changing things in the past, even three days ago, I would already be on my way to help you.”

Oliver felt the desperation and frustration grow larger in him.

“Oliver, did you…did you talk to Felicity about this?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, I tried to. She…she slapped my face.”

“Well, some things will never change,” Barry said to Oliver, smiling. But Oliver was a stone statue staring back. Barry knew that look and he began to shift in his chair. “Oliver, Felicity was right…uh, not slapping you…she was right to be afraid. Yet, you called me.”

Oliver did not respond.

“Oliver, I’m not trying to tell you how to live your life. I’m not telling you how to think and what to feel. But, well, the last time you went behind Felicity’s back…”

Barry!” Oliver’s voice rose a couple octaves and the couple in the booth next to them glanced over. Oliver lowered his voice. “Barry, Felicity is…she is feeling a ton of guilt over what happened to William. It wasn’t her fault…” Oliver stopped and let the shame wash over him even implying that it was. “If I can talk you into this, not only will William come back, but I can take Felicity’s…I can make everything alright.”

Barry was still not convinced. “Oliver, this is not a solution. I want to help you…lord knows you have gone that extra mile for me on several occasion. But the damage I could cause through Flashpoint would erase any good intentions you have. Felicity understands the risks. So does Iris and Cisco. Some of the choices I’ve made over the last year—I’m still living with the outcome.”

Oliver abruptly stood up. “Okay Barry,” he said in a constrained voice. “I get it. You’re afraid. Felicity is afraid. And Iris? You married her, Barry. That doesn’t seem to be such a horrible outcome. And Cisco, he’s a meta. You and he have a lot more in common than you think. The same thing with Caitlyn. This is what we do when we put on our masks. We fight against the darkness. We got out and save people. We make a difference, Barry. My son needs to be saved. Please, help me make a difference.

This time Barry had nothing to say.

Oliver took his wallet out and put $20.00 on the table. “I said I would buy you lunch. Go ahead and order something.”

“Oliver…”

But Oliver was already heading for the door.

**

Felicity was drifting in and out of sleep. She had pushed her chair closer to William’s bed. Looking at him, at his bruised face and battered body, Felicity wanted to take his pain away, wanted him to turn to her and smile.

But what Oliver was proposing only gave her more to worry about. Both of them seemed to be regressing over this crisis. They were letting fear and anger and guilt control their actions and reactions. That Oliver would even consider risking Flashpoint was shocking. Yet, she knew he was trying to save his son. She knew the lengths he would go to to save those closest to him. Felicity had been his motivation on a number of occasions. Oliver was trying to take an impossible situation and find the best way out of it. Felicity had told him that is one the reasons he is the man she loves. But having Barry attempt time travel, to go back and change what happened, scared her more than losing William.

William was probably not going to survive his injuries. That loss will push Oliver to the edge, maybe over it this time. He has spent the last six years saving people lives, hers included. But no one had ever saved Oliver. Oliver saved Oliver. Yes, she and John had shown him the way, but it was Oliver who made the decisions and took the actions. Was this one of those actions?

Suddenly, Felicity started to think about their night together in Nanda Parbat. She felt her love for him bring surety into her heart. She would always have that. It was a comfort zone for her whenever darkness and pain came into her life. She thought of how gentle Oliver was with her, how he softly said her name while passionately kissing her. She could see their naked bodies entwined as they brought one another to an ecstasy neither had ever known before. It was part of who she is, as it is a part of who Oliver is. It was not a memory for them. It was a light; a bright light that illuminated their hearts to each other. It was their essence. And William had become part of that joy. That night, and afterwards, was during another crisis. Oliver was giving up his life to save Thea. Felicity was not on board with that plan either. She was willing to bring the entire League of Assassins down on her to save Oliver. All she could think about was that she was not going to lose him.

Oliver’s time travel plan was not the direction she was willing to go in. She did not want to risk losing both him and William. Baby Sara turned into a boy named John, Jr. Felicity didn’t want Oliver to turn into some kind of warped person, like Black Siren and the whole Laurel debacle. Or even worse, Flashpoint could erase both Oliver and William.

So Felicity was in a quandary. One side of her did not want to have anything to do with Oliver’s certainty of his bad plan. And the other side was asking herself how was jeopardizing the entire company in Nanda Parbat any different than Oliver risking Flashpoint?

She reached out and gently took William’s hand. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But I can’t let your father make all this worse. Even if…even if you die or not.”

Felicity felt tears start to fall as she realized she was saying goodbye to William.

**

Barry paid for the cup of coffee he ordered and left Big Belly Burger.

He understood Oliver’s desperation and how he thought saving his son would make everything worth it.  Barry had the same thoughts when he went back to save his mother. Oliver was family too. He always will be. But what he was asking was not a place Barry wanted to go. He had already caused enough damage.

There was that part of Barry, (with Oliver’s help) where he made the connection all superheroes make—there is a reason why he was given his powers, why he was able make a difference. Oliver told him this just after Barry came out of his coma and discovered those powers. It is a responsibility, Oliver said to him. By helping others, you help yourself.

So Barry was conflicted as he slowly walked away from Big Belly. Could it be possible? Maybe he could control Flashpoint this time. Maybe without the emotional influence he had when he went back for his mother, maybe he could focus closer on the timeline?

Maybe, what if, possibly—questions and uncertainties went through Barry’s mind as he fought against both denying and helping his friend.

Then a sudden thought broke through all his other racing ones. It was clarity. And a plan, an answer that everyone could live with. Barry stopped on the sidewalk. The plan began to form and he was speechless that none of them had even thought of it. It was the first and only thought Oliver and Felicity had—Flashpoint. There’s no other way. Barry, you need to risk your soul. Barry was both scared and ecstatic. He could fix everything without changing anything.

Barry resumed walking down the sidewalk, but he picked up the pace a bit. Seven miles and fifteen seconds later, Barry stood in front of Star City Hospital. First, he was going to have to do something Oliver could not. He was going to convince Felicity. He was going to remind her that some things were worth fighting for, no matter what the impact of the fight might bring.

Barry walked into the hospital, his mind racing at supersonic speed.

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“I’ve been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me, which’d be something like, ’Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone different.’ So I thought I’d tell you about a hero of Chris’s: a man called Captain Joe Kittinger. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometers into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes and thirty-six seconds, reaching seven hundred and forty miles per hour before opening his parachute five kilometers above the Earth. It had never been done before, and it’s never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him - because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. And he was the bravest boy - man - I knew. And that was - he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why - and that’s why,…….we, we loved him.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbHUMNAZsd8

Plenty of potential apocalyptic horrors came out of the Cold War, but the atomic cannon is especially unsettling. This giant gun was able to fire a nuclear weapon with a range of 20 miles, detonating at once an entire enemy platoon.

The gun was developed in the 1950s by the American government over a period of eight years, with a prototype even making its way into the  procession of President Eisenhower’s inauguration. On May 25, 1953, at 8:31 am, over 3,000 military spectators watched from 5,000 yards away as the world’s first atomic artillery round was shot across the desert rock of the Nevada test site.

Nine seconds later, and just over seven miles away, “the shell that could wipe out an entire enemy division” exploded on target with a roaring violence equal to 15,000 tons of TNT,“ throwing debris 500 feet.

After the successful test, 20 of the atomic cannons were produced, each at a cost of $800,000 dollars. They were sent to Europe and Korea, but never saw action. Only eight now survive, including the only one to fire a shot: Atomic Annie at Fort Sill.

CHITRA GANESH

Current Residence

Brooklyn New York

What is your favorite art book?

Tantra Art - Ajit Mookerjee, Sandman : Dreams & Fables Neil Gaiman

What are you currently reading?

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

What is your favorite art book title?

the Short Century & Demonic Divine

What is the first book you read that was influential to you?

Where the Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak

What books, magazines, or art ephemera do you keep in the space where you work?

Amongst the ephemera in my studio environment right now are:

-postcards postcards postcards:
exhibition postcards of artists whose work inspires me (a range of contemporary, classical & unattributed images), postcards of vintage comics, postcards I received in the mail from friends or lovers that evoke a certain punctum, postcard images of urban queer life from the 60s 70s and 80s, a lenticular postcard of Ambedkar & Buddha.

-polaroids and old family photographs

-art magazines and academic journals of profound influence, many of which are out of print - my favorites are Transition, Horizon, & October

-comics and prints of film stills , sometimes subtitled.
- a beautiful poster of Jeannette Ingberman
-60s/70s psychedelic rock show posters
-national geographic

books include:
-Arabian Nights
-Laylah Ali Note Drawings
-Paula Rego
-assorted vintage manga & comix
-Whitney Chadwick
-Bikash Bhattacharjee
-Unica Zorn
-Osamu Tezuka
-painted prayers
-Paul pope
-the Watchmen
-Anita Dube
-Anne Carson

If you could only live with one art book what would it be?

Ajit Mookerjee, Tantra Art

What is your favorite item in the MoMA Library Collection? Why?

Seven miles a second
Wojnarowicz, David.
New York, NY : DC Comics, c1996.
MoMA Queens Artists’ Books W5415 A12s

Selected posters 116.
Yokoo, Tadanori, 1936-
Osaka-shi, Japan : Amus Art Press, c2001.
MoMA Manhattan Oversize NC1850.Y64 Y55 2001

I love the intersections of image and text, sometimes narrative and other times disjunctive, that thrive in both these books. I’m drawn to the graphic turn of hand, alongside explorations of sexuality, the macabre emerge in between the pages. I’ve always been curious about which categories (formal & conceptual) dominate as a means to classify, canonize, and determine what constitutes contemporary art. And how print culture, design, street art, sexually explicit images, and storytelling may figure within these hierarchies of classification.

6

I’ve been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me, which’d be something like, “Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone else.” So I thought I’d tell you about a hero of Chris’s: a man called Captain Joe Kittinger. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometres into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes and thirty-six seconds, reaching seven hundred and forty miles per hour before opening his parachute five kilometres above the Earth. It had never been done before, and it’s never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him - because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. And he was the bravest boy - man - I knew. And that was - he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why - and that’s why we, we loved him.

4

I’ve been without a car all week. Now that Jack has my car Sheila and I share one car. She’s needed that car all week.

My motorcycle is nice but when I want to go to the Minneapolis lakes for a run I like using Sheila’s scooter to get there. My gear (towel, water, clean shirt, etc.) fits under the seat. I will ride the scooter wearing shorts and running shoes but don’t ride my motorcycle dressed like that.

Tonight I did seven miles around Lakes Harriet and Calhoun. I finished nine seconds under one hour and felt really good.

Along the way I saw baby geese. Geese are filthy and annoying. The babies are cute for about a week after they’re born. Then they become filthy, annoying baby geese.

At Lake Calhoun I saw a guy with a Prius towing a sailboat. I wanted to suggest to him that if he raised the sail he might get his Prius to go a little faster.

My run ended at the Lake Harriet band shell. There was a band playing and a lot of people there. It was kind of fun to finish and see all the people and hear the music.

I’ve been thinking about what Chris would have wanted me to say today. The advice he’d give me, which’d be something like, ‘Know what, babe? Fuck it. These guys know all about me. Tell them about someone else.’ So I thought I’d tell you about a hero of Chris’s: a man called Captain Joe Kittinger. In 1960, climbing into a foil balloon, Captain Joe ascended 32 kilometers into the stratosphere. And then, armed only with a parachute, he jumped out. He fell for four minutes and thirty-six seconds, reaching seven hundred and forty miles per hour before opening his parachute five kilometers above the Earth. It had never been done before, and it’s never been done since. He did it just because he could. And that’s why Chris loved him - because the thing about Chris was, he said yes. He said yes to everything. He loved everyone. And he was the bravest boy - man - I knew. And that was - he flung himself out of a foil balloon every day. Because he could. Because he was. And that’s why - and that’s why we, we loved him.“—Jal