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Does whatever a spider can...

Characters: Spider-Man (1610, Parker edition), and YOU!!!
Date: 11/30
Location: all around the city
Situation: Peter's feeling better and is doing a few laps around the city via rooftops in his ~~underwear~~ torn up costume
Warnings/Rating: TBA

It felt good to be out of the suite. It felt good to be running around, jumping from rooftop to rooftop like he used to back in New York. Peter had spent enough time sitting around in recovery mode, and more than enough time being restless and wanting to wander the streets. It was a new feeling that he'd never quite had before; When you're busy every night fighting off muggers and burglars and masked mad men, you crave the days when you can just sit at home, do homework, read The Hobbit... And now Peter found himself suffering somewhat the opposite. With no homework and no Hobbit, what could he fill his R&R time with? Nothing but a restless mind with a million questions and zero answers.

So running around in his red and blue pajamas and mask seemed to help, as torn up and dirty as they still were. At least it made him feel productive. His webs were being saved, however; first he needed to scout out what was around the city that could be used to make more. Which was probably for the best... As healed up as he was, he didn't really want that wound in his side splitting wide open and gushing his insides out onto the streets below while he did his swinging around. Jumping across the rooftops at least gave him an easy stop option if he needed it.

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"Well, you gave me options. One of 'em is bound to work." With that he shrugged, as though letting the worry of it roll right off his shoulders. Even though, to be honest, he wasn't.

"Aha. Let me guess- Lizard genes gave you a particular need for heat?"

Victor nodded, offering a smile. The question got a flat look from Victor.

"I'm a mutant, not a lizard. The cold's not good for me though."

Spidey winced inwardly, behind the mask. He knew Vic was a mutant, so he hadn't intended the lizard gene comment to go the way it had. "Does the cold slow you down and make you sleepy?"

Parker, I think you're only making it worse. Sometimes, he really hated the way his mouth just ran off without warning.

"No, it slows me down and makes me start to freeze to death," Victor replied flatly.

"Yikes." A+ for tact, Spidey. Great job.

With a masked frown, Spidey reached up to rub anxiously at the back of his neck. He'd obviously poked at something tender, and if things kept going south, he was fully prepared to move on in his little city trek. "Sorry."

Victor took a breath and let out a sigh. "It's alright. This weather makes me more...irritable than usual."

"I'll keep an eye on my jokes, then," Spidey said with a nod, taking another glance around the area for trouble.

"Good idea," Victor replied. When Spidey looked around again, Vic let out a thoughtful noise. "Want to patrol while we talk? We'll probably keep warmer that way."

Spider-Man was pulling himself up into a crouch before Vic even finished talking. "It'll also help when I've got less holes in my jammies and a jacket over my shoulders."

He was definitely up for continuing patrol. Not that Spidey was looking for action or for some mugger to web up. He just needed to do something. "There any particular hot spots in this city, or do the locals like to switch things up when they can?"

Victor pulled up onto his feet and chuckled a bit. "I can lend you a coat if you want," he offered, wearing two over his costume under the cape.

"Metal Sector has the most crime. Water's got next to none. The other three are all in between," he replied, smiling a little at the phrasing.

He waved off the coat offer. "I appreciate that, seriously, but I think it'll serve you better."

He drew in a breath before stretching his neck from side to side. Metal sector has the most. Of course. That was only the one that he lived in-- Or was supposed to live in, anyway.

"Well, then!" Spidey gestured for Vic to lead. This was his night of exploration, after all, and he had yet to learn his way around. "Shall we?"

"Alright," Victor replied, shifting a little to adjust some of the buttons. The mutant stretched as well, bouncing on the spot a few times for a slight warm up.

"Lets get going. Hopefully we won't find anything too annoying to deal with," he said, taking off running for the edge of the roof. When he reached it, he jumped and landed on the side of the next building. A quick glance back to make sure Spidey was following and Victor started climbing up the side of the building.

Spidey laughed a little. "Well, now that you're going on patrol with me? I'm pretty sure we're gonna bump into something. I'm lucky like that."

With one final stretch to work out that kink in his shoulders, Spidey launched himself after Vic, running and leaping over the edge of the roof onto the next building. Nodding at Victor as though assuring him that he could keep up, off they went.

"Is there even a local police force around here?"

"Hey," Victor laughed as well. "Combine that with how me being a mutant seems to make trouble come looking from me and we'll definitely find something," he joked.

He waited until they reached the rooftop and were on the way to the next to answer. "There is, and they don't particularly like us fighting crime."

"Way to go, us," he said with another easy laugh. "We're sure to hit the jackpot now!"

It was easy enough for Spidey to keep up with Vic's pace as they headed for the next rooftop over. Even though the rooftop jumping isn't his usual method of transportation, there was definitely something to be said about the rush it provided.

"Hah! Do they ever? If we're not fighting crime or helping people, we're avoiding local law enforcement."

"We should hit up Turtle-Vegas then," Victor joked. He led a path across a few buildings and towards a more active area of the city, keeping an eye out for criminals.

"They like it if it makes them look good or they can get credit for it."

"Oooh. I'm only in if every costumed nutjob I've ever met is there, too."

Spidey followed along diligently, even if he didn't always have his eyes on Vic. He was paying more attention to the lay of the land and for any nearby disturbances.

"Yeesh. I never had cops pulling that brand of nasty on me. Though they did like pinning me with all of their mistakes."

"I think they're only there in the form of impersonators. Bad ones," Vic joked. He eventually came to a stop on the edge of a building and glanced Spider-Man's way.

"It's rare but it happens," he remarked. "Sadly that one is more common," he sighed. "I think we might have something," he offered, nodding down towards an alley where three shifty-looking kedan youth seem to be waiting for something.

"Well, that just about figures, doesn't it?" He did have to laugh at the idea of bad impersonators for Osborn and Kingpin- Though he supposed his good friend the Shocker could've fallen into that D-list category.

He didn't want to linger too long on the idea of having to once again deal with bad press and angry local police. And thankfully he didn't so much, not now that there was some actual suspicious activity going on. Spidey came to a stop just above them, crouched and ready to lower himself into the scene if necessary. "We just might. They're certainly dressed for a fun night of partying."

"It is Vegas after all," not that Victor had ever actually been. He was just going with the joke.

"And it looks like they have a guest coming," Victor pointed with that clawed hand of his to a fourth Kedan running to join the group. There was some complaining from the first three for the newcommer being late before they moved to a nearby door in the alley and one of them started fiddling with the lock while the other three stood guard.

"Well, shall we crash the party?" Anole asked with a small smile.

"Exactamundo." Though he couldn't really speak on that with a lot of authority. He'd left the New York area all of twice in his life, neither time by choice and neither time to anywhere in the vicinity of Vegas. Not even Atlantic City.

Then his attention was back on the suspicious trio down below. The moment they start fiddling with the lock, there was no doubting what they were up to. With another glance over at Vic as he threw in his two cents, Spidey nodded. "You know, one day guys like us will actually get invited to parties. Fun ones. Actual fun ones."

And then Spider-Man was crawling down the side of the building toward the local crooks. It figured that none of them thought to look up. They rarely ever did. Time to jump in.

"Hey! Is this where the surprise birthday party's being held?" Spidey didn't miss a beat as his voice immediately got the boys looking everywhere for him. That was his cue to fire a bit of webbing over the hands of the guy who'd been messing with the lock. "Whoa whoa. You're supposed to knock and say the password. Rude."

"Oh, don't worry. We get invited to fun ones here. Stick around long enough and you'll get a few invites," Vic remarked with a quick smile. He started to crawl down after Spider-Man, leaping over to the opposite wall after a foot or two.

He couldn't help but smile at Spidey's joke, waiting for reactions. Right after the webbing gets fired off, Victor flips off the wall and kicks one of the other three kedan in the back.

"I bet they didn't even try the forgot your password button too."

To say the Kedan were shocked and alarmed by the appearance of two bonafide New York City Superheroes was probably an understatement. At least they were fighting back right away, trying to land a hit or two in- Some of them were, anyway. One of the guys just stood off to the side looking kind of panicked.

Not that he could be blamed for that ind of reaction, really.

"Oh, I'm sure they totally didn't," Spidey laughed, easily avoiding a punch and proceeding to web the guy to the wall. "Not even the backup knock!"

"It's really sad," Victor agreed, enjoying the joking. He ducked as one of the kedan shifted himself a set of claws and slashed his way. He came up with an uppercut that sent the kedan sprawling.

"I wouldn't blame them for not wanting to call customer support though. Those guys are the worst."

Ooooh, note to self. The kedan are shapeshifters.

As soon as the kedan that Vic had dealt with was down, Spidey fired off a few more shots of webbing to keep him on the floor. It seemed almost an unfair fight; Spidey was used to numbers like these on his own, and surely Vic had been in bigger jams and gotten out of them. But at least it felt a little bit like home in New York.

He dodged another blow aimed for his head, ducking and sweeping his opponent's legs from under him. "Yeah, no. That's a total last resort. Right after reading the manual."

Does whatever a spider can...

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