EWSG - Spidey - App

New York City, a nice place. Well, that's what I've been told. The last Spider-Man died, so did his arch nemesis. One year later, here I am. New York's just full of joy for another catastrophe waiting to happen! Third time's the charm, though, right?

 

I got my powers one day, it's a long story but to make it short... Hydra. That's why I've done this, or, in better words, become this. I decided to stand up for the people who still needed standing up for.

 

I like to think of myself as some guardian of sorts. Which is also why I like sitting on this crane. A year after the last Spider-Man incident and a good section of the city is still being rebuilt. But I'm not complaining. I like it up here.

 

In fact, it's right where I want to be.

 

Suddenly, my sense goes off. This is also hard to explain, this sense of mine, it's like some crazy enhanced sixth sense, so that's cool.

 

I observe my surroundings for anything suspicious until I'm drawn to the Atlantic Bank, which is a convenient block away. Must be a silent alarm, I don't hear any-

 

A gunshot rings in the distance, I can only watch as a man runs from the entrance to a getaway car.

 

I quickly get up on my feet and pull my mask over my head. It's time to do something good.

 

Without hesitation, I leap from the crane and fall face first towards the street.

 

The great thing about being me are my web-shooters. I didn't name them, the first Spider-Man did. Nor did I design them, the first guy also did that. With a quick jolt of my arm and a press of a button, web fluid is fired like a bullet towards my intended target. This flag post.

 

I wondered how the web fluid could shoot hundreds of miles per hour without sounding like a gunshot or a whip cracking. The thing is, this breaks the sound barrier. But Parker's third design fixed that flaw by implementing a silencer. Only to have these webs make one of my favorite things to hear. THWIP!

 

Police race around the corner to the bank, I wish I could just tell them which car got away but it's clearly weaving through New York traffic and the cops don't yet see that. This is just another reason why they need me.

 

The yellow sedan which seems to be ripped straight from the 70's sticks out like a sore thumb. Hopefully, this will too.

 

I let go of the web on the flag pole and continue finding holds to swing on. With nothing else left up high and the car quickly picking up speed, I fire a web at the street light and launch myself forwards. With that, I quickly fire at two buildings. If I get this right, I'm a badass.

 

The webs absorb my speed as I quickly decelerate and find myself on the road. The sedan? Only seconds away. I stick the webbing together and flip forwards onto the roof of the sedan as it crashes into the web.

 

Gotcha!

 

Police quickly close in as I rip off the roof of the car. The driver is out but the passenger sits, petrified with wads of cash in his hands.

 

Matt Klien: "What in the hell!?"

 

I grab him by the collar, then quickly raise him up to my eye level. His feet dangle as he struggles to get free from my grip, not yet.

 

You only have one chance to say something cool... Say something!

 

Miles: "Like the new get-up?"

 

Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.Stupid.

 

In a mix of embarrassment and courtesy, I lower him back into his seat. His knuckles, white as snow, release wet wads of bills.

 

Miles: "Didn't work?"

 

The robber shakes his head slowly. But I know it worked.

 

Miles: "I'm kinda new..."

 

Matt: "Figured."

 

A police car rolls up to the side of the sedan and quickly, a police officer emerges from the vehicle to apprehend the robber--or me.

 

The officer does a double take on the guy in a leotard on top of a sedan.

 

Officer: "You new?"

 

Well, this is surprising.

 

Miles: "Yeah."

 

Officer: "Well, thanks for the help, kid."

 

I stand in silence as I watch other police cruisers stop at the scene.

 

Officer: "Looks like we've got another Spider-Man, huh?"

 

I look back as I think of a name. Spider-Man is kinda worn. Amazing Arachnid? No. Spiderling? No. It's almost too late until I respond, only to realize he was asking the robber.

 

Miles: "How about Spidey?"

 

The officer looks up at me and nods. This is really a hit or miss day, isn't it?

 

Matt: "That's dumb."

 

I look down at the robber and tilt my head to the side.

 

Miles: "Aren't you arrested?"

 

A moment of silence ensues until the robber mutters.

 

Matt: "I plead the first--and the fifth!"

 

Officer: "Looks like I'll take it from here, Spidey."

 

I lift my gaze towards the officer, only to see a newfound grin on his face. Then back at the robber. He scowls until I spot the gun he had recently fired in the back. I quickly fire a web at it and pull it back towards me.

 

Miles: "Well, that could've been bad! Anyways, here's evidence. Have a good afternoon, officer."

 

I toss the gun at the officer, he fumbles it in his hands until he secures it. I work on scouting a way out. I find a gargoyle on the side of a building, with a quick launch of a web, I salute and ascend into the cityscape.

 

Maybe third time is a charm.

Done