pete (ex_spidey81) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-10-14 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | leigh walker |
Who: Leigh Walker (as her alter ego Spider-Man?)
What: She takes the suit out for a spin in M-Town!
When: Thursday night.
Where: M-Town, Lower Manhattan, NY.
Warnings: Thug smacking and web slinging.
She heard someone scream as she swung low, slinging herself just over the top of gridlocked Manhattan traffic. It wasn't the sort of scream that said 'stop this bad man'. It was more the sort that implied someone was startled to see a blue and red figure zipping past on what appeared to be a string. In the past few years, she'd gotten good at telling one from the other. It was lucky that most people considered seeing Spider-Man to be some kind of hallucination, or she would probably be in trouble with the NYPD for disturbing the peace or web vandalism or some such nonsense.
As it was, Leigh was able to swing between skyscrapers to her hearts content, occasionally letting out a thrilled scream of her own when she pulled off some especially wicked acrobatics. Tonight, though, she had a destination. She'd left her street clothes at the NYC Agency office, stashing them under a desk before slipping out of the window and bounding off in to the night. Fox, the delicious new Captain America, had peaked her interest about M-Town. Run of the mill crime fighting wasn't really her deal. She was a scientist, not a cop or a vigilante or whatever. Super crime, though? There was no way the Cap could handle all that on his own. Or, well, he could, and probably did with astounding thoroughness. But he shouldn't have to, not when there was a backup webslinger with way too much free time on her hands.
Mutant Town was easy to find, a whole stretch of neighborhood that hadn't been there before. She landed on a rooftop without so much as a thump, bouncing over to the edge of the building and leaning over the rim at an angle that would have been impossible if it wasn't for electrostatic force. Below her was a spread of citizens that weren't actually real people. They were just Marvel extras, the faces in the background of a bunch of awesome comics. It was so fucking awesome. No one here would be alarmed to see Spider-Man, though there were a few of them that probably wouldn't be happy about getting a close up. Giving her mask one last check, she started headfirst down the wall, gleeful about her ability to defy gravity. People stuck with both feet on the ground did not know what they were fucking missing.
She'd been at it for about half an hour when she heard the first noises of scuffle and panic. Before the pair of street thugs could finish roughing up their target and taking off with whatever valuables she might have, Leigh (or better yet, Spider-Man) sprung in to action. The chumps may have been background mutants, but they weren't very good ones. A couple of springs, a few well placed kicks, and a generous amount of webbing later, and she was dusting off her hands and admiring a job well done. The victim muttered a quiet 'Thanks, Spider-Man' before disappearing off in to the street. Leigh sighed. "Man, not even a second glance. That's it. I'm getting a fuckin' boob job." She turned her attention briefly back to the thugs that she'd stuck to the wall. Just in case it wasn't obvious enough to Fox what had gone down, she attached a note, from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Ignoring the muffled cursing coming from behind her, she bounded off in to the night again, looking for more crime to fight, or just more people to wave to. And what was that that she spied with her spidery eye? A skulker. Yep, that guy was definitely skulking.
This required investigation...