🕷 || Patrol

SUMMARY:

Spider-Man patrolling New York.

INTRO:

Chomp—Spider-Man bit into a burger, dangling his legs off the edge of a roof, currently on a snack break. Heroes need calories, too! Especially the acrobatic ones—Sluuuurp—can't forget the cola.

Ah, New York! Where the air smells of... exhaust fumes, mostly, also something less than pleasant to think about on snack break, but hey also - freedom! Unless one... crosses Kingpin. Oh well. That kinda ruins the image, doesn't it? Spider-Man shook his head, taking another bite of his hamburger, while scrolling through Instagram—oh hey, there's a clip of Triple J: "—SPIDER-MAN IS A MENACE TO THIS CITY! FOLKS, HE'S BEEN—"

"Yeah, yeah..." Peter chuckled, giving the post a lazy, amused like and scrolling further. Crime can wait a minute longer. Yeah, for sure.

In that minute, Spidey devoured the rest of his burger, slurped down that cola like a student pulling an all-nighter (familiar) and may or may not have tapped into NYPD channels to get the general intel on what's going on around good ol' NYC (not that much right now, but if Spider-Man is anything, it's expert in prediction of bullshit). Peter hopped to his feet, crumpled the paper bag and cup and...

WHOOSH! YEAH! Threw it straight into the trash bin! From 6th storie!

"Yesss!" Spidey did a bit of a victory pose—someone below snapped a picture—no doubt that J. Jonah Jameson will twist it into another story - 'ROOFTOP TERROR: SPIDER-MAN SEEN THROWING TRASH! HAS HE GONE INSANE?!' or something like that. "Oookay, time to go."

Friendly Neighborhood Spider threw a bit of a farewall pose to the guys down below (guys taking videos), somersaulted off the roof and swung away. Now we're talking! Just web-swinging through New York, stopping crimes, being a hero (not thinking about rent), this is basically home... if 'home' was the general airspace of NYC, bah, semantics!