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The wind rippled over Spider-Man’s red and blue suit. He swung gracefully from building to building, his webs hitting their targets without question. Spiderman weaved in and out of buildings, over bridges and under signs. He was always on high alert.
Spiderman often had little time to breath when on patrol. His heightened senses made sure of that. The smallest scream, sigh or squeal sent him into a defensive state. He was always in the dark about what deranged criminals he’d encounter next.
For the majority of his time as Spiderman, he had been defending the streets of New York from petty crime and criminals. He rarely made what most would consider an impact. This however failed to deter him, he felt a longing, a requirement to protect the little guy.
Spiderman scuffed at the thought of the Avengers. The concept of protecting the city from anything less than an alien invasion must have amused them. His actions would be thought of as insignificant in their eyes.
Spiderman had been suddenly ripped from his thoughts by the feint sound of a woman screaming. He quickly spun around mid-air, wasting no time swinging towards the source of terror.
On arrival he noted a mugger holding a middle-aged woman at gun point. He was disgusted, how could anyone take advantage of people like that.
He listened for a brief moment, realising that he had been demanding the woman’s purse. No doubt looking for an addition source of income.
“What a scumbag” Spiderman thought to himself.
With a breath of agitation, the man shot a bio cable at one of the nearby buildings. He used this web to swing himself towards the criminal, using the momentum to plant his feet into the rough looking man’s chest.
With little effort the man had been left on his back, the gun knocked a significant distance away. Spiderman entertained the situation with one of his signature quips.
“Aren’t you a little too old to be stealing lunch money?” He questioned the perpetrator with an overwhelming amount of sass in his voice.
The man, obviously no stronger than the average man replied with a simple groan. He was unimpressed.
Spiderman diverted his attention back to the woman, he ensured no harm had come to her. With the exchange of a few words of gratitude the woman scurried away, notable shaken by the experience. Spiderman too fled the scene, not wanting to have yet another encounter with the NYPD. He made sure to web up the criminal before swinging away.
Spiderman detached from one of his many bio-cables. He fell for a split moment before colliding with the ground, he had landed in one of his signature crouches. The man sighed for a moment before relaxing. He had been patrolling the busy streets for hours. Spiderman positioned himself on the side of the building, his legs dangling over the side, ten or so stories above the ant-like people below.
With yet another sigh of relief, he reached to his mask- pulling it off with one swift motion. Below revealed a teenager, a boy by the name of Peter Parker. Sixteen years old. Sixteen years old and defending his city from danger, it was astounding.
While gazing out over the beautiful city scape, he attended to his few wounds. He may have had enhanced healing and strength, but that didn’t excuse him from the pain of the ordeal. For the moment though, his mind had left the pain that was rising in his ribs, he just wanted to enjoy the view.
The Avengers had assembled in their usual place. The living room in Avenger’s tower. They had just returned from one of their monotonous missions, they were a bit beat up.
“Why the heck are we still doing this, aren’t we getting a bit old?” Clint exclaimed with his usual “I don’t really care” attitude.
The rest of the group chuckled in exhaustion at his comment, they all subtly agreed. It had been a few months since the last world-scale event and they all mutually felt as if they were doing bludge-work. Couldn’t S.H.I.E.L.D. agents be handling all of this? Probably, but then what would be the point of having a tower of professionally trained superheros?
Tony Stark entered the room, he was dressed head to toe in his usual attire: Baggy sweatpants and a hoodie. He was sporting the lasted from the deprived collection, his favourite.
“Hey Kids, how did the mission go?” He spoke to the group. His lack of sleep was evident in his voice.
Tony hadn’t accompanied the rest of the Avengers on the latest mission. He instead remained back at the tower doing god knows what. Probably researching future targets and threats, or even working on a new, over-complicated, high-tech gadget. Whatever the reason was, it was unlikely he was going to divulge this information to the rest of the group. He was a man of secrets and the others had been placed on a strict “Need-to-know basis”. That’s how he liked it.
The group replied to his address with a look of annoyance. It was clear they were angry that he didn’t tag along with them.
“That good huh?” He said with a slight chuckle. He didn’t really care that he didn’t attend, in his mind he had more pressing matters to attend to.
The rest of the group ignored his comment. They all turned back towards the TV, trying to relax after the intense events that had taken place prior. A few of them had bandaged their wounds and taken other medical steps. The mission must have been more complicated than Tony had thought.
“Alright then, don’t answer all at once”
Tony walked over to one of the couches, he sat down with his tablet in hand. He seemed as if he was trying to “relax” with the rest of the group, but it was blatantly obvious that his attention was still elsewhere.
His consideration was only pulled from his tablet by the news report on being featured on the TV. It was about Spiderman… The “Friendly” neighbourhood spider. More like the “Friendly neighbourhood nuisance” he scoffed to himself. Tony wasn't too fond of the little bug.