Patrolling easily became a part of Flash’s nightly schedule for many reasons. The top reason of course being that it was helping out the city. Spidey started out this way and even if there were a few Spidey’s around, he knew that the Peter who left would approve. Then there were the more personal reasons. Giving him something to do so he didn’t crawl out of his own skin. Letting him train in a way that he hadn’t been able to do since getting here. Testing, stretching out, and strengthening the symbiote and their bond. All while keeping the city safe. Big plus that no one really cared if he punched out the type of people he found while swinging around the city.
And then there was that. The webswinging. Even if there wasn’t crime to stop and people to protect, he’d be out here doing this. He’d been watching Spidey do it for years, wishing he could do the same every night and now that he could… it was just as great as it looked. The rush of wind and noise against the symbiote. The pull on his muscles. That feeling of freefall between swings. Yeah, there was no way he was giving his up ever.
He spotted the familiar figure on the ground during one of those freefalls. Returning a wallet? Doing something good. And alone for once. He twisted in the air, changing course to aim for the street below.
“Yo, Spidey,” he called out before tucking into a flip to land in a crouch by the red and blue costumed figure.