The Spectacular Spider-Man

Episode 9

Listen, You Old Buzzard

3rd Person POV

The vigilante still couldn't believe his eyes.

The thug posing as him turned out to be the low-level villain he was searching for. This definitely came as a surprise for the web-slinger.

"So what else are you going to surprise me with, No-Face?" asked the "web-head."

"I told you my name isn't No-Face..." replied the villain, still hanging from the pole.

"So what do you go by? 'Nobody'? 'No One'?"

He sighed. "I suppose I could tell you about me since I got nothing to lose now."

This proved to be an opportunistic moment for the web-slinger to make the thug talk. Still, he didn't want to show any obvious sign of desperation, so he chose to quip it out.

"Well, I'm all ears." He perched on the pole, above "No-Face." "Introduce yourself."

"The name's Chameleon, and this name isn't just for show because it fits well with my Quirk and—"

"So you do have one!" interrupted the spider-themed vigilante.

"...yes, obviously. And a good one that fits with my impersonation talents: it lets me change my skin texture, but I can also change the tone, from pale to slightly tan. Although the face doesn't change, this ability is good at its job."

"If it's as great as you say it is, then give a demonstration."

Chameleon smirked. "Oh, I don't have to show anything. If you remember correctly, you may recall seeing a purple man right after our first encounter."

Just as he was about to question the statement's relevance, the web-head did remember catching a glimpse of someone in a purple suit after escaping that smoke. More dots connected as he tried to make sense of what the nigh-harmless villain stated, and when it finally hit him like an arrow speeding towards a target, he was nonplused.

"You... You are so... so..." The vigilante couldn't even spit the words out of his mouth. He let him walk away quite literally under his nose. Now if only the white-masked villain wasn't camouflaged as... an elderly man in a violet suit, he might have possibly caught on.

He's good. He really fooled me back there, thought the crimson-and-azure spider.

He finally found the appropriate words, and said, "I guess 'Chameleon' is a perfectly fitting name."

Then, they both heard them. The police sirens, and they were getting louder with each passing second. Chameleon was obviously doomed. Spider-Man, still perched on the pole, had it much easier.

"I wish I could keep chatting, but I'm kind of supposed to be somewhere, so if it gets uncomfortable, you might want to hang on until the police can get you down." As if having no time to spare, he spun a webline from which he swung to another location.

Chameleon struggled, but to no avail. "I will get you one day, bug! This isn't the last you've seen of me!!"

A pair of police cars came into view, and when they parked, four uniformed officers stepped out of their respective vehicles. They all stared at Chameleon as though he was an alien, and gave each other a look.

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Feeling the wind against his body, Izuku kept swinging aimlessly without another care in the planet. Looking below, he caught pedestrians eyeing him back, which made sense since he just cleared his name and the news haven't spread yet. Shifting his sight back up, he managed to capture a glimpse of a certain tall, muscled figure with a colorful hero costume.