First Night 2
I turn on my special lighting and lean forward as I let gravity naturally take over my body. My arms swing out to shoot webbing at the two boys standing next to the woman, pinning their that weren't holding on to her to the wall. I land on the ground behind the group of boys and begin launching hands. A chop landed on the shoulder of the 'ring leader' as his collar bone cracks under my hand. I've pulled back just enough to break bones instead of chopping through their bodies. Since this is my first time seeing their first offense I won't kill just yet.
Before the boy could even let out a scream of pain, another boy's face was already hitting my fist. His nose shatter on to my hand as a few of his teeth also become dislodged from his gum. Another tripped towards my elbow leaving his ribs to crack under the nail point. Soon the last one that got his balls kicked in, drop the purse and began to run away. I can't help but chuckle as I shoot a ball of web at his feet. It was like watching a baby learn to walk for the first time ever because his shoe became stuck into he ground before he slipped out of it and trip over himself. He's either smart enough to play dead or really landed bad on his forehead because he look like he got knocked out from the fall.
I turn to look at the two that are pinned on to the wall. In the panic of seeing their friends get beat up they tried to free their hands only to end up with both hands locked in place by the law of stickiness. I want to laugh at the sight of seeing these scumbags scramble to try and save their asses but I need to keep my intimidating affect going. I pick up the purse from the floor and toss it ground in front the woman. "Go home. Don't stay out so late on nights like these." I watch her pick herself up as she quickly disappear into the night with tears on her eyes. I turn around to look at the two boys with their hands stuck to the wall.
"You could've just robbed the woman but yet you still tried to rape her. I should have put all of you down but I'll just give you all a warning." I land a kick into the shin of the boys causing them to scream out as their tibias crack under my boots. The sound of police sirens soon came into my hearing range as I turn my head slightly to took behind me. The guy laying on the floor attempted to slowly crawl away while I was distracted by his friends. I slowly approach him as my scarf gleam in silver and wave in the wind as if a cold hard breeze just flew by. Once I caught up to the crawling boy I raise my foot before stomping down on his thigh. He let out a loud scream as his femur broke under my foot. He soon joins the rest of his friends as they all cry out in pain from their newly self afflicted injuries.
The sound of sirens feels a lot closer now as it seem to be just a few blocks away. I run towards the opening of the street before leaving into the air to swing away. Just as my body disappear from the street view, the cops finally show up to check on the report that had just received.
Next crime of the night requires some searching to do. I keep swinging through the city as I slowly climb higher and higher with each swing of my webs. The strong rush of air fluttering against my scarf feels so majestic and freeing. No wonder why Peter loves to do this and struggles with living as Peter Parker and Spiderman at the same time. It's the closest thing to flying and at a certain point of the pendulum you become weightless. Free from any earthly attachment and responsibilities and then the rush. Oh the sudden rush of falling at terminal velocity is just as amazing. It's unlike any roller coaster ride you could ever get on. The closest thing to this is to just skydive from a plane.
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My spider sense is tingling! I turn to look at the direction it was warning me about. I wonder if that's Peter or if that's something bad? I swing around a corner to go towards the tingle. After a few minutes I arrive at the rooftop next to the building of the source. I look down at the lower roof top and it was an arms deal going wrong. The two groups of men have a few crates in between them. Three crates of abnormal weaponry with one of them opened for display of proof while a brief case full of money is next to it. I'm no sure who's the buyer and who's the dealer but it looks like both teams are trying to rob each other.
Ehh it's just two gangs trying to kill each other. It has nothing to do with me. I leap off the corner of the rooftop to swing away when i continue to hold on to the rope to flip back up on the the rooftop. But I do want to see what will happen next because I have certain plans I want to implement. I crouch back down on the corner of the rooftop to continue watching the transaction.
The stand down eventually cooled and died down once both sides came to an agreement. The group on my left accepted the amount in the briefcase as the group on my right begins to haul the crates of weapons into the industrial elevator. The left group got back into their helicopter before taking off into the night sky. I've taken plenty of pictures of the helicopter markings and signs to do some research once I get back home. The rooftop soon became empty as if there wasn't about to be a couple of freshly bled out bodies just a few minutes ago. I should mark this building as a point of interest in my map.
I look at my left arm to mark the buildings before leaving off into the night sky. I begin chasing after the helicopter by swinging and watching it at a distance. It's not hard to track because it's just a constant red and green dot that's floating in the sky towards the sea port. Goddamn that's going to be a long trip. Now I see why Peter is always in such amazing shape in the comic and all the other universes, he's constantly working out and burning tons of calories just to go places.
After a nearly half an hour of swinging I finally arrive at the warehouse that the helicopter landed by. This must be a distribution spot for their operation. I turn off my lights as I slowly sneak into the building. I enter through the classic air vents at the top of the building and after a few minutes of crawling I finally came into a vent that's over the open operation area. These guys are selling salvaged Chitauri tech! But this can't be Toomes and his gang, the area isn't right and the Toomes would be following the shipments to ensure it was delivered safely and successful. Hell he would've killed the other gang if they tried to pull a fast one on his crew.
Who the fuck are these people? I need to keep watching and record everything that goes on. I crawl around some more to get a better look at what they're creating. It all just seem like they're collecting from the dead carcass of a Chitauri whale and small fleet rather than repurposing the tech but I can't be sure a hundred percent. I crawl around some more until I got into an office space to overhear some conversations.
"Yes yes sir, the shipment was a success and the crew just got back with the payment. No sir. Everything went down as smooth as ice cream on a hot summer afternoon. You shouldn't have to worry about anything Boss, the next shipment should be ready soon. The boys are already halfway done with harvesting this whale." A man spoke into the phone as he looks out of his window office. I wonder whose operation this is because there should've been enough gangs in New York to collect their piece of the pie after the Chitauri invasion. Could it be....Fisk?