Who: Spidey and Cat. What: Patrolling and lectures. When: Evening. Where: The streets; downtown. Rating: TBD.
Crouched down along the edge of a tall building, the figure clad in the webbed attire stared down into the alley that spread out below him. A small group of men were busying themselves by hauling various objects into a large truck, while hushed whispers slipped between them all as they rushed their way through the procedure. Thieves. All of them. He'd stumbled onto the group a few minutes earlier on accident, what with him wandering the roofs and all, and he'd been watching them for a good while in hopes of this all just being a major misunderstanding on his part. No such luck. After witnessing one of them pick a door open from a cracked window, he found that he had more than enough information on hand to verify their intentions.
And that? It meant that it was time for him to act.
Quietly easing himself over the ledge of the building, Spider-Man slowly crawled his way down the brick wall and toward the pavement below. He kept to the shadows, expertly avoiding any attention until after he planted himself onto the ground, considered the group for a moment, and then launched himself at one of the criminals.
"I've decided that you all are morons," he stated, swinging around to slam his fist into the side of one of the thieves faces. The man staggered back, while another from behind him came at him. The faint sound of a knife sliding from it's latch sent his senses into a frenzy. He flipped himself back and over the assailant, then shot out a string of webbing at him and yanked him back into the wall behind him. "Because really. No one in their right mind would rob anything in the middle of an Apocalypse. It's really stupid." His body jumped back as someone tried to hit him in the neck, then Peter twisted around and sent the attacker to the ground with a simple sweep of his leg.
"Have a nice trip, pal! See ya next fall!" He tilted his head to the side and frowned underneath his mask. "Too cliche? Eh." He placed a hand to his mouth and pondered the remark for a moment before shrugging and catching another baddie in his webbing. "Oh well. I like it."