Re: Moving In For The Kill
Hell's Kitchen wasn't really the kind of place that Peter frequented all that often but he'd been stepping up his own patrols as of late. Mr Stark had trusted him enough to include him in the Secret Avengers and he wasn't about to let him down. He'd heard from the group that he and the Lady Sif had interrogated (she had interrogated, he'd just used webbing to hold them still and was amazed how quickly people caved under her questioning) that there were weapons in Hell's Kitchen and since he didn't know if Daredevil was still there or not he wanted to go and make sure that he at least tried to help out a bit.
He'd been webbing down a street when he heard gunfire and commotion, immediately changing course and landing on a nearby rooftop, seeing two thugs with huge weapons and rounds that were punching huge holes in a large table without even slowing down. On the other side of the table he saw Clint Barton - Hawkeye - and a woman who he didn't know but her arm was glowing so she was obviously someone that was enhanced or different like him.
Except he didn't glow when he was hurt.
Okay Peter, he told himself. Now's your chance.
He whistled, loud enough to be heard since there was no gunfire right now.
"Hello? Hey, you there, you ever heard that firing on unarmed ladies is kind of a jerk move?" he asked, stretching one hand out and shooting web in the face of one of the two men who had turned to look at him, the other hand stretching to aim a web at the gun to try and yank it out of his hand. "There's enough jerks in the world."