Robert Russo | Peter Parker (arachnoid) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-31 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | alice, spider-man |
Who: Allyson, random NPC’s and SPIDER-MAN
What: Rescue
Where: Seattle Streets?
When: Some time before the Masquerade.
Warnings: General saving stuff. And Rob being fail.
Rob hadn’t done well since the robbery. He’d managed to help Piper with a straight face, get through that day without causing a scene. Photographs were taken and published - for various people, in such a blur he couldn’t keep track of them. Most days were spent running about the city as new news came out and Bobby Big got angry about the vigilantes. It didn’t help that Rob had begun to question things and Bobby’s word as law.
The vigilantes - superheroes - whatever you wanted to call them could be respected a bit. Rob could admit that, even with all his cynicism. They were supposed to do good, even if they were morons in the process, getting caught by a freaking paparazzi shot or making fools of themselves on the forums, claiming to be dead one minute and alive the next. His problem with them centered about an inability to understand it - and their reasons.
However, as evenings crept by, with him shooting webs leisurely across the room, news programs playing, Rob began to understand. Just maybe.
Uncle Tony had preached a phrase throughout his life and Rob had never understood it. With great power comes great responsibility. Yet as he slung webs about his room, creating a canopy that helped with the heating bills, Rob thought he got it. If he had a power, like this, he couldn’t just keep it to himself. The same way he was wasting his time as a photographer, just doing classy stuff. He could do something, however ridiculous it was. Right?
Couldn’t he do it better?
Rob thought so and got to work.
The gym became a daily thing, sometimes running into faces he recognized, sometimes not. He didn’t care, pushing himself for an hour each morning, weights, running, biking. He felt more confident, which meant less headaches - he’d begun to guess at his weakness - before searching out materials. Aunt Mal’s years of teaching him how to sew helped. Rob secretly spent his extra paycheck on fabric, got a sewing machine and got to work. Using webbing to line the material, reinforcing it, Rob stayed up late preparing. Maybe it was stupid - especially with the APBI - to have a costume, but at least he’d feel better.
A few weeks after the robbery, Rob finally felt finished and ready.
The suit was packed into a trash bag, carried over his shoulder until he got to a club at the cheaper end of the city. He went inside, flashing his press card before moving up the stairs. It had been scouted out for the privacy of one of the upper rooms. Donning his costume and adjusting the skintight, uncomfortable nature of it, Rob tried not to feel like he was an idiot. “No, because to go out and run around the city with an arrest warrant is something other then moronic.” Naturally, he kept going. He tugged on his mask, checking the vision through the plastic before opening a window.
The next movement was tricky and a test in itself. Seating himself on the ledge, he reached up to press up on the wall above. Something anchored there. Rob took a deep breath before getting the other hand in place before lugging himself up. Defying all reason and gravity, he was scaling the wall.
His muscles ached and his fingers felt like they were going to be ripped off, but Rob pushed on. Teeth gritted, he reasoned that this was for people like Piper. He could do this. Crap, he was just scaling a building. He hadn’t even encountered any criminals yet.
Finally to the top, Rob spent several minutes catching his breath before hauling himself to the edge. The next roof top felt like a mile away despite being only twenty feet. Above it was a water tower, with just the ledge he was looking for.
God, he was an idiot for this.
Steeling himself shot a thick web, maneuvering it so that it laced around the pole on the tower. It wrapped snugly and he tugged it once to test. It remained firm. Rob took a deep breath before wrapping his hands in the webbing. He could do this. Possibly. Maybe. No way no how.
Why was he doing this again? Oh right. Piper. JP. Gwen. Civilians. His uncle.
Rob took a deep breath before running forward, taking off the edge. A scream escaped him as he soared through the air, swinging towards the opposite building, muscles burning from the weight on his arms. Momentum pulled him outwards and his hands released the web before he could stop himself. Oh crap. Before he could think, he shot another at another convenient pole, swinging as well. It was instinct, it was easier then he thought-
And hell, he was having fun.
He whooped, soaring over the city, keeping his eye out for those below. Now all he needed was a crime to stop and he might actually be able to say this wasn’t so bad after all.