Late. He was so late! Not late late but Peter was trying to be a more reliable and timely person, especially when it came to meeting people. People like Steph. Did Steph being an attractive young woman his age influence that decision at all? Maybe. But what matters was that he was trying to be better. He had maybe ten minutes to get to the library, change, and meet Steph without being late. Which was plenty of time because web-slinging was fast! Probably the fastest way to get around the city.
But then he heard it- heightened senses picking up the cry for help not far away.
“Oh come on!” Peter complained to the universe, but only half-heartedly because however inconvenient this was for him it was nothing compared to what the victim was going through.
Ditching his backpack on a nearby roof he swung over the top of an alley to see a young woman surrounded by guys. At the mouth of the alley a child threw their school bag at the head of one of the thugs (because anyone who did stuff like this was a thug). Of course all that did was make the guy pissed. It wasn’t until the child squared up in the guy that Peter had a flash of recognition.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himsel. OF COURSE the child was actually Stephanie Rogers, because who else would be that crazy? Steph would have squared up against the Hulk if it meant protecting someone.
“Hey now, let’s all calm down here,” Peter called out, landing behind the guy who was about to charge after Steph and webbing one of his feat to the ground. He immediately fell face forward and ate pavement badly enough his friends let out an “oooooh” of sympathy. Two more webs pinned two of the guys against the walls of the alley so that the woman who was being attacked could start running away. The last two guys each lunged at him and one quick tap to the solar plexus each and they were out of breath and webbed to the ground.
“Oh man I forgot how nice it is when no one has a gun or knife or like… high tech flight suit or super strength.”
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But then he heard it- heightened senses picking up the cry for help not far away.
“Oh come on!” Peter complained to the universe, but only half-heartedly because however inconvenient this was for him it was nothing compared to what the victim was going through.
Ditching his backpack on a nearby roof he swung over the top of an alley to see a young woman surrounded by guys. At the mouth of the alley a child threw their school bag at the head of one of the thugs (because anyone who did stuff like this was a thug). Of course all that did was make the guy pissed. It wasn’t until the child squared up in the guy that Peter had a flash of recognition.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered to himsel. OF COURSE the child was actually Stephanie Rogers, because who else would be that crazy? Steph would have squared up against the Hulk if it meant protecting someone.
“Hey now, let’s all calm down here,” Peter called out, landing behind the guy who was about to charge after Steph and webbing one of his feat to the ground. He immediately fell face forward and ate pavement badly enough his friends let out an “oooooh” of sympathy. Two more webs pinned two of the guys against the walls of the alley so that the woman who was being attacked could start running away. The last two guys each lunged at him and one quick tap to the solar plexus each and they were out of breath and webbed to the ground.
“Oh man I forgot how nice it is when no one has a gun or knife or like… high tech flight suit or super strength.”