Spider-Man (Peter Parker) (webdesign) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-07-15 14:49:00 |
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As the truck careened down the street, Peter clung to the side, talking to the man who was trying to push him away and drive through the streets at the same time. Parker stuck his hand in the window before clammering to the roof to avoid being shot by a semi-automatic. “No a shaker, don’t like to shake hands. Okay, okay are you a hugger? Because I mean, I like you and all but --” “I’m a killer!” The man shouted before another spray of bullets. The poorly aimed gunshots took the driver’s attention off the road and the truck swerved, slamming into the side of a taxi with enough force to send it shooting into an intersection and oncoming traffic. Spider-Man saw all of this, and saw the pedestrian scrambling through the streets chasing after something and paying no attention to the oncoming danger “Hey truck driver buddy? I’m gonna be right back.” Max Dillon was on his way to work, the last thing he wanted to do was to be late. He’d gone all the way home at lunch that day to pick up the plans that he’d been working on the night before, and was rushing to get back to the office on time. He prided himself in his job, in the effort he put into his projects. It was thankless work, being a low-level engineer in a big company like Stark Industries, but Max dreamed big. He felt like one day if he worked hard enough, he’d make it to the top and people would recognise his efforts and his genius. He’d be somebody, not so transparent and worthless that people could slam right into him on the sidewalk, knocking his important blueprints that he’d worked all night on into the gutter. As he staggered to pick them all up, he didn’t even realise he was stumbling into some severe, oncoming danger. Quickly, Peter shot through the air, grabbing hold of the pedestrian and ducking them both down to avoid a car that was launched into the air above them by sheer force of impact. He straightened up and held the other man by the shoulders for a moment, just to make sure the shock of what had just happened didn’t rattle him too badly. “You okay? You all right?” “You’re Spider-Man...” The man stammered. “Costume gives it away, huh?” He shot out a webline and caught the blueprint scrolls that were still scattered on the pavement, binding them together and handing them over to -- Peter glanced down and took a look at the man’s breast pocket, he was wearing a name tag. Maxwell Dillon, Stark Industries. The man he’d just saved. “These look pretty important, Max!” “Max? How do you know my name.” Peter reached up to instinctively adjust the glasses on Dillon’s face that had been knocked slightly askew. “It’s written on your... badge.” “I’m -- I’m nobody.” “Hey!” Peter slapped his hands against the man’s arms to get his full attention, when Max wouldn’t look at him he placed a hand on either side of Dillon’s face “You’re not a nobody. You’re somebody. Alright, alright, listen to me.” Peter held out his gloved hand and wiped it across Dillon’s tongue before using it to flatten out the engineer’s hair. “You’re my eyes and ears out here. Alright?” “Alright.” “Alright. I’ll see you out there!” Spider-Man said, shooting out a webline to catch the corner of the plutonium truck as it sped by. The back doors flinging open and two men with black knapsacks jumped from the back of the truck behind Spider-Man. Parker shot a line out over his shoulder, managing to tangle up both of the two crooks, but the knapsack one of them carried was thrown free, landing at Max Dillon’s feet. Max took a half step back before looking around and bending to pick up the bag. Nervously, he pushed his glasses up his nose, gathered up the blueprints that Spider-Man had gathered for him and, swelling with pride as a result of Peter’s words, he headed off towards Stark Industries. |