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Spider-man (Spiderverse RP)
His eyes were laid on the stone.. In Pete's head he was like his own version of Doctor Who, a walking ghost of his own universe.. His eyes were laid heavy with an intense stare.. losing that shine.. It was easy to get lost in the mask.. he thought of the others.. a way to contact the other universes.. maybe there was still some sense of purpose out there for him. He was reading a lot of things about eastern healing and philosophy.. It had occurred to the web-head one Saturday afternoon in his new apartment that he had never really formally learned martial arts..
Maybe if he had buckled down, actually did the training involved in the suit, Maybe May would still be here. His eyes fall on her grave. He wont let her down.. He will always remember. He had nearly given up again.. trying to better himself.. He had met a criminal called Black Mask and that organization Mask worked with, The Hand? It had nearly brought him to his knees...
But that was when he met Danny Rand.. and between him and the way Murdoch his EX-lawyer could box. Murdoch.. he was really something.. With moves like a ninja.. it was hard to tell if he was really blind.. the real question was did the daredevil have eyes in the back of his head.. Murdoch couldnt remember Peter but they had crossed paths again.. naturally.. Maybe it was loneliness that had Peter blurting it out.. he recognized him. Even with that mask on..
Spiders near 360 degree eyesight helped them to spot and hunt.. in their world this is a huge advantage.. And a precursor to one of their greatest nemesis in the same mechanic..
"Neighborhood friendly.."he said as he stood up and he embraced the autumn air.It was the night before halloween and trick or treat was in full swing.Midtown was busy enough to swing through on a patrol.He's struggling to focus, to stay on task.He's been hurting for so long that its changing him.. He pulled the Mask on and up he went..
Swinging westward into the sunset was relaxing in the suit.. but Nights were rough.. So rough that he hadnt accounted for the silence. He had usually swung past his apartment and took the mask off in Bandits Leg, or at least thats what they called that particular alleyway.. something about gangsters in the 20s.. Peter thought it was kind of whacky.. Naming an alleyway something like that.. But Frank Castle had assured him its because back in the 20s the Police had cornered a gang of bandits and fired at them but the leader only got hit in his leg.
Still kind of dumb. It felt like even the criminals had more hope than Peter was having these days. But he commits to a patrol that is otherwise quiet.. A few high fives here. The usual number of selfies for those who had seen him in the media in the last 6 months and decided they were fans of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
The webhead had let himself down.. he let them all down.. he should have went to trial.. And now that he hadnt he had options.. to be like Daredevil or to become like Frank.. and both options.. both versions of Justice terrified him.. He wished he could talk to the other Peters.. they had been a hell of a team out there.. But he couldnt just call on the Avengers anymore.. and it was hard to say what anyone was really doing anymore.. Captain America was gone and now the Falcon was taking on that mantle.. And that was probably the simplest one to explain.. all the others.. they were out there.. but they didnt know Peter.. They didnt know Spiderman..
There were points he realizes.. that they had all forgotten.. hard points of Grief their beloved Tony Stark would have loved to remain forgotten.. And he wouldn't let May down.. he had to take the responsibility.. but the silence.. these last few weeks he's had bad habits.. He does not realize someone very close to him watches him turn on stealth mode and very deliberately swing onto his balcony. It was common to see Spiderman's webs around the city at times.. it only lasted about two hours.. but..
He removed his mask and does not realize the curtain is open. He shuts the drapes and runs over to his laptop. Did the schematics upload? Had the program done its work?
Maybe if he had buckled down, actually did the training involved in the suit, Maybe May would still be here. His eyes fall on her grave. He wont let her down.. He will always remember. He had nearly given up again.. trying to better himself.. He had met a criminal called Black Mask and that organization Mask worked with, The Hand? It had nearly brought him to his knees...
But that was when he met Danny Rand.. and between him and the way Murdoch his EX-lawyer could box. Murdoch.. he was really something.. With moves like a ninja.. it was hard to tell if he was really blind.. the real question was did the daredevil have eyes in the back of his head.. Murdoch couldnt remember Peter but they had crossed paths again.. naturally.. Maybe it was loneliness that had Peter blurting it out.. he recognized him. Even with that mask on..
Spiders near 360 degree eyesight helped them to spot and hunt.. in their world this is a huge advantage.. And a precursor to one of their greatest nemesis in the same mechanic..
"Neighborhood friendly.."he said as he stood up and he embraced the autumn air.It was the night before halloween and trick or treat was in full swing.Midtown was busy enough to swing through on a patrol.He's struggling to focus, to stay on task.He's been hurting for so long that its changing him.. He pulled the Mask on and up he went..
Swinging westward into the sunset was relaxing in the suit.. but Nights were rough.. So rough that he hadnt accounted for the silence. He had usually swung past his apartment and took the mask off in Bandits Leg, or at least thats what they called that particular alleyway.. something about gangsters in the 20s.. Peter thought it was kind of whacky.. Naming an alleyway something like that.. But Frank Castle had assured him its because back in the 20s the Police had cornered a gang of bandits and fired at them but the leader only got hit in his leg.
Still kind of dumb. It felt like even the criminals had more hope than Peter was having these days. But he commits to a patrol that is otherwise quiet.. A few high fives here. The usual number of selfies for those who had seen him in the media in the last 6 months and decided they were fans of the friendly neighborhood Spiderman.
The webhead had let himself down.. he let them all down.. he should have went to trial.. And now that he hadnt he had options.. to be like Daredevil or to become like Frank.. and both options.. both versions of Justice terrified him.. He wished he could talk to the other Peters.. they had been a hell of a team out there.. But he couldnt just call on the Avengers anymore.. and it was hard to say what anyone was really doing anymore.. Captain America was gone and now the Falcon was taking on that mantle.. And that was probably the simplest one to explain.. all the others.. they were out there.. but they didnt know Peter.. They didnt know Spiderman..
There were points he realizes.. that they had all forgotten.. hard points of Grief their beloved Tony Stark would have loved to remain forgotten.. And he wouldn't let May down.. he had to take the responsibility.. but the silence.. these last few weeks he's had bad habits.. He does not realize someone very close to him watches him turn on stealth mode and very deliberately swing onto his balcony. It was common to see Spiderman's webs around the city at times.. it only lasted about two hours.. but..
He removed his mask and does not realize the curtain is open. He shuts the drapes and runs over to his laptop. Did the schematics upload? Had the program done its work?
0 | May 4th 2024 15:25