Re: West Village-Spidey and Norman
[Nope, not Parker. Norman knows that voice. A glance over his shoulder, and deft avoidance of a particularly pointy stick just inches from his throat.] I could ask you the same question, Otto. [He isn't envious, no, not even a little. It's tacky. His days of wanting to be Spider-Man were short lived and he's so over that, thank you very much.
But there isn't all that much time to chat. Spider-Man's a stubborn little arachnid, but he's not exactly in tip-top shape, is he? He rolls his eyes, uses a couple of the aliens as stepping stones to get back on his glider, and impales two of them in the process. Who ever said being a hero wasn't fun? And, when Parker looks up, Norman looks right back at him with a grin.] Hey, kid. Looked like you could use some help. [Flippantly.] Heads up, Spidey. [He raises an arm, aims, and fires. Boom. Another alien down.]