Re: [Capital: Gwen & Flash]
He scoffed at the know-it-all attitude and revved the bike in response. "Maybe I was just testing you, huh?" Flash grinned and drove the bike according to her directions. He took in the sights and sounds of the city at night. He liked the skyscrapers that blocked out the moon, the lights that washed away stars. He liked the occasional siren in the background, the smell of garbage. Maybe he'd get an apartment out here someday. He'd sleep better with all the noise and sky pollution, that was for damned sure.
He stopped the bike once they reached a bright, green sign. Second City. "I've never heard about this place until you told me. Read the reports, but-" Flash got off his bike and then held his hand out to help Gwen (even though she probably didn't fucking need it). "What I wanna know is, why did everyone who lived down here leave in such a hurry? Report said treasure hunters have been diving as far down as they can go here and some of them don't even get out." His blue eyes lit up, turning a little green under that bright sign. "Sounds like my kind of fucking party."
Reaper gurgled and then oozed back into place, forming the tactical jacket and backwards baseball cap that was customary for Flash Thompson. Reaper couldn't help but slowly etch out a white spider on the back of the jacket, a calling card that maybe only made sense to the lucky few who had seen Reaper in action.
"Alright, you're in charge. I'm just your thug backup." Flash grinned at her, putting his hands in his pockets. For a moment, he didn't look like some young punk ass kid who lucked into a friendship with an alien. He looked like a soldier. The black ops specialist he'd be in ten, twenty years with the kind of calm confidence guys like that needed.