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Beast boy blackfire deviantart12/8/2023 Make sure they're actually good at their job. He'd heard of a couple of superpowered teens that essentially ran the roost in these parts, and figured it'd be interesting to check them out himself. Well, part vacation and also a little nugget of curiosity had burrowed in Peter's mind. It was noontime and clear, a nice warm day to set off Spidey's little vacation of sorts. With one final push upwards, Peter Parker made it to the roof of this building, allowing himself to admire the view. Latching onto the nearest wall to said building, Spider-Man scaled up in a matter of seconds. Not a skyscraper in the slightest, though it towered over other buildings within its vicinity. He danced over the usual rush of Jump City and shot out a web to a nearby office building. Spider-Man did so, swinging along this new street. Might as well do some sightseeing of this new locale the Spider-Man way. Spider-Man discarded his web and shot out another, rounding the city block. The sounds of "Curse you Spider-Man" boomed from behind, along with that of police car sirens. While maintaining direct eye-contact with the suspended burglar, Spidey shot out his web, waving a taunting goodbye before swinging off to the next nearby block. "Now you think about what you did before the cops find you like this! And when they let you down, tell them it was Spider-Man who did the honors," Spider-Man dusted off his hands like a job well done, readying his hand to his side. They made the lamp pole look like a weirdly decorated Christmas Tree, with the cries and complaints of the thief resonating along the street. "Can't a well to do superhero enjoy a vacation in a new city for once? Or do you guys just time this stuff?" Spider-Man asked the crook who was now screaming as Spidey suspended him on the streetlight from one foot, leaving the criminal to dangle and flail his arms, along with his stolen cash and discarded gun. Spider-Man tugged the thug with little effort, sending the small-time goon right into Spider-Man's palm, which held him as if he was weightless. The crook began to run in fear, only to be cut short, as his foot was snagged courtesy of Spidey's Web Shooter. What pulled him out of his shock was watching Spider-Man clear the distance from the post to the street in a matter of seconds, sticking his landing perfectly one both legs and one outstretched hand. The crook was in utter shock, so bad that his hand was outstretched as if he was still aiming his now confiscated weapon. "And he has a firearm, probably unlicensed, will make note of that," Spider-Man casually remarked, using his webs to hold both the firearm and the burlap sack on the streetlight. With a careless shoot of his web, Spider-Man plucked the gun right from the man's hands. If Parker's face could be seen underneath his mask, he'd be rolling his eyes. "All of you tight-wearing freaks think you can push guys like me around huh? Well think again buddy," the crook barked, pulling out a handgun and aiming it square at Spider-Man's face. His name? Peter Parker of course, better known as The Amazing Spider-Man. To add to the arachnid theme, the man was bouncing the crook's sack of money with a string of web up and down like a yo-yo. He was dressed in all-too-iconic blue and red spandex, with a definite spider motif. "Hey, jaywalking is just as much of a crime as stealing is, you know," a man called from atop a streetlight. Alarmed, the crook jumped back, bearing his surroundings for any trace of his stolen prize. Yet his eyes were so focused, he had barely realized the significant drop of weight on his shoulders, as if his sack of money was plucked from his arm like candy from a baby. The burglar made a mad dash towards the corner alleyway, sprinting across the street with his eyes on the prize. It was a bold strategy, but it was he either make a break for his one possible chance of escaping, or face the wrath of a soon-to-be deployed police car. Unfortunately it seemed that the street offered few alleyways to provide sanctuary, the closest one being down the block entirely. Scanning the street, the smalltime crook looked for the safest way out that would draw the least amount of attention. Regardless, he was thankful to have his skin intact, barely escaping the wrath of guards and panicked tellers and citizens alike. This fellow had made off with quite the sum of money, and could have easily filled his pockets with a bit more had one of those pesky security guards not caught him stuffing fat stacks of cash into his worn out burlap sack. The alarms had sounded and echoed throughout the bank, yet this swift-footed criminal was a bit too slippery for the cops on duty. Marx: Alright the combatants are set, let's end this debate once and for all.
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