Miles Morales (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} spider_kid) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Nodding at Peter's plan, Miles started shouting and trying to get people to go toward the nearest large casino, even while they were getting awkward looks from those who noticed their spider-powers. People were taking photos of the god of thunder bringing lightening down, of the various other heroes doing their work and flying around, almost like they thought this was some sort of show. It was annoying.
"GO! MOVE!!" He shouted at one older man who said a VERY not-cool word to Miles. And he was lucky the spider-kid didn't punch him. Instead, he webbed the man's mouth shut and glared. "I'm trying to save your life, asshole. Move!"
Coming up next to Peter, Miles had managed to get a few dozen people running toward the casino, but this was still a lot. The streets were clearing, and the aliens were still killing and destroying around them. Some of the ships had started to fall. Some of the aliens were actually getting zapped. Good.
"Okay, now what?" He caught his breath, trying to stay calm and not panic. Shit, Gwen. "Where's Gwen?!"