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yougetupYou'd think that bank robbers would take a break.
It's early, and Miles is headed to school, his backpack thrown over one shoulder when he passes the bank and sees three guys in masks run out with bags full of cash.
You guys can't even wait until lunch time? So uncool.
As much as Miles knows he probably shouldn't be late for homeroom... again, he just can't let these guys get away with ruining pretty much everyone's day. Besides, he doesn't even hear Darrow PD sirens yet, and as it stands, they're probably gonna get away with it.
Because someone just had to have another bear claw.
Am I really making cops and donuts jokes? It's early, maybe I'll let it slide.
Miles is practiced enough by now, changing from his regular clothes into his suit, and he's able to catch up with the guys before they get too far from the bank. He shoots a web that takes one of them by surprise, pulling his ankles out from under him and lifting him off of his feet.
"You should really watch where you're going," Miles says, dropping down in front of the stunned criminals, who are trying to figure out how their partner's hanging from a street lamp.
"Holy shit! You're a real guy?!"
"Nope. I'm a figment of your imagination. Happens when you steal a bunch of stuff, so maybe you should... you know, not do that anymore."
It's easy work, then, webbing the guys up for when the cops finally do arrive. And Miles likes it a heck of a lot more than when he's being punched at by guys in dinosaur suits, or dressed like animals, or being electrocuted. And Miles manages it fast enough that he might even make first period in time. And he's about to head back to the backpack he stashed so that he can web his way to class, only when he turns around... he's somehow not where he was a second ago.
Um... what? Am I losing my mind? Or is this another end up someplace you really don't want to be thing? I just got used to the last time.
There's a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as ash falls from the sky onto the ground, and as he looks around at the street, that's suddenly busted up looking and deserted, even though there were a bunch of people on the street just a second ago.
At least those bank robbers are gone. That's a plus. I guess.
After a couple of hours wherever the this is though, Miles can't come up with any more plusses.
He's not the only one there, that much he's figured out, and his phone doesn't work, but at least his powers do. He keeps on the suit, mostly because the mask keeps the ash from getting into his eyes, though he has his backpack on as he swings through what used to be the neighborhood his building is in.
Okay. Weird new Darrow. No calls out. Pretty sure I didn't fall and hit my head. Might be time to start actually asking people questions.
Though, by the time Miles decides to double back, to web to where he last saw people, the sound of a siren pierces the silence. He's followed enough police sirens that they usually don't phase him anymore, but this is something different. He can't put his finger on why.
At least, not until the street goes dark and he can hear stuff moving that he can't see. He doesn't know if it's a good or a bad thing that he doesn't have to wonder about what it is for long.
"Spider-man! Where is my beloved Spider-man?!"
For the better part of a year, Miles wasn't able to get that voice out of his head, so he doesn't even have to think for a second about what it is.
Oh no.
"I know you're here, Spider-man!"
That monster went after his dad, killed his mother.. it's not something he's about to forget any time soon. Though, that feeling in the pit of his stomach, the dread one that showed up a few hours ago when he first showed up wherever the hell this is... it's back.
Did that thing bring me here? Can it do that? Either way, I've got to take care of it before it hurts someone. I was just a kid last time, so it should be easy this time, right?
From his perch on top of a two story building, Miles sees it on the street below, moving just as quickly as it did through the hospital that day. Faster, even, because this time there are no cops shooting at it, no people in the way, nothing between him and it.
Okay. Okay. I've done this before. If I don't get this thing, then it's going to be me first. Or someone else. Could it get to the normal city and hurt someone I care about? I can't let it.
Miles drops down without hesitation, flipping over once before landing on its back and hitting it with as much of his venom blast as he can manage. Then he hits it again, and again.
ZZZZAT!
It howls, opening its giant mouth, exposing razor sharp teeth and a curled tongue, and swipes at him. It only manages to catch him once, a graze of a long, dark tentacle, before Miles jumps to safety. This isn't enough, he knows. He did this last time. This time... this time is going to take something different.
While it's still recovering, dark tentacles writhing with pain as it snarls, Miles starts shooting web. Okay, so web fluid, it's not cheap, and it takes some time to make, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Jess will get it. He keeps going and doesn't stop, not until the while thing's body is covered with web, its legs and torso bound even as it tries to break free. He knows this isn't going to kill it, but it'll give him a second to recharge.
"Well, look what you can do!" it says, and Miles pauses for a second before he starts webbing it up again.
How could it know...
The pause is too long. It starts tearing through the webbing, breaking free slowly, then faster. Miles aims to redo his work, except he's out of webs. He was supposed to refill in the afternoon and completely forgot.
#&$%!
Miles turns and he runs. He's not supposed to be doing this, he's supposed to have the upper hand this time, but without his webs...
He's camouflaged before he's even five steps away. He's not going to be the one who dies this time.
It's early, and Miles is headed to school, his backpack thrown over one shoulder when he passes the bank and sees three guys in masks run out with bags full of cash.
You guys can't even wait until lunch time? So uncool.
As much as Miles knows he probably shouldn't be late for homeroom... again, he just can't let these guys get away with ruining pretty much everyone's day. Besides, he doesn't even hear Darrow PD sirens yet, and as it stands, they're probably gonna get away with it.
Because someone just had to have another bear claw.
Am I really making cops and donuts jokes? It's early, maybe I'll let it slide.
Miles is practiced enough by now, changing from his regular clothes into his suit, and he's able to catch up with the guys before they get too far from the bank. He shoots a web that takes one of them by surprise, pulling his ankles out from under him and lifting him off of his feet.
"You should really watch where you're going," Miles says, dropping down in front of the stunned criminals, who are trying to figure out how their partner's hanging from a street lamp.
"Holy shit! You're a real guy?!"
"Nope. I'm a figment of your imagination. Happens when you steal a bunch of stuff, so maybe you should... you know, not do that anymore."
It's easy work, then, webbing the guys up for when the cops finally do arrive. And Miles likes it a heck of a lot more than when he's being punched at by guys in dinosaur suits, or dressed like animals, or being electrocuted. And Miles manages it fast enough that he might even make first period in time. And he's about to head back to the backpack he stashed so that he can web his way to class, only when he turns around... he's somehow not where he was a second ago.
Um... what? Am I losing my mind? Or is this another end up someplace you really don't want to be thing? I just got used to the last time.
There's a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as ash falls from the sky onto the ground, and as he looks around at the street, that's suddenly busted up looking and deserted, even though there were a bunch of people on the street just a second ago.
At least those bank robbers are gone. That's a plus. I guess.
After a couple of hours wherever the this is though, Miles can't come up with any more plusses.
He's not the only one there, that much he's figured out, and his phone doesn't work, but at least his powers do. He keeps on the suit, mostly because the mask keeps the ash from getting into his eyes, though he has his backpack on as he swings through what used to be the neighborhood his building is in.
Okay. Weird new Darrow. No calls out. Pretty sure I didn't fall and hit my head. Might be time to start actually asking people questions.
Though, by the time Miles decides to double back, to web to where he last saw people, the sound of a siren pierces the silence. He's followed enough police sirens that they usually don't phase him anymore, but this is something different. He can't put his finger on why.
At least, not until the street goes dark and he can hear stuff moving that he can't see. He doesn't know if it's a good or a bad thing that he doesn't have to wonder about what it is for long.
"Spider-man! Where is my beloved Spider-man?!"
For the better part of a year, Miles wasn't able to get that voice out of his head, so he doesn't even have to think for a second about what it is.
Oh no.
"I know you're here, Spider-man!"
That monster went after his dad, killed his mother.. it's not something he's about to forget any time soon. Though, that feeling in the pit of his stomach, the dread one that showed up a few hours ago when he first showed up wherever the hell this is... it's back.
Did that thing bring me here? Can it do that? Either way, I've got to take care of it before it hurts someone. I was just a kid last time, so it should be easy this time, right?
From his perch on top of a two story building, Miles sees it on the street below, moving just as quickly as it did through the hospital that day. Faster, even, because this time there are no cops shooting at it, no people in the way, nothing between him and it.
Okay. Okay. I've done this before. If I don't get this thing, then it's going to be me first. Or someone else. Could it get to the normal city and hurt someone I care about? I can't let it.
Miles drops down without hesitation, flipping over once before landing on its back and hitting it with as much of his venom blast as he can manage. Then he hits it again, and again.
ZZZZAT!
It howls, opening its giant mouth, exposing razor sharp teeth and a curled tongue, and swipes at him. It only manages to catch him once, a graze of a long, dark tentacle, before Miles jumps to safety. This isn't enough, he knows. He did this last time. This time... this time is going to take something different.
While it's still recovering, dark tentacles writhing with pain as it snarls, Miles starts shooting web. Okay, so web fluid, it's not cheap, and it takes some time to make, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Jess will get it. He keeps going and doesn't stop, not until the while thing's body is covered with web, its legs and torso bound even as it tries to break free. He knows this isn't going to kill it, but it'll give him a second to recharge.
"Well, look what you can do!" it says, and Miles pauses for a second before he starts webbing it up again.
How could it know...
The pause is too long. It starts tearing through the webbing, breaking free slowly, then faster. Miles aims to redo his work, except he's out of webs. He was supposed to refill in the afternoon and completely forgot.
#&$%!
Miles turns and he runs. He's not supposed to be doing this, he's supposed to have the upper hand this time, but without his webs...
He's camouflaged before he's even five steps away. He's not going to be the one who dies this time.
