WWSD?

Chapter 2: Settling In #2

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Peter crouched, carefully and cautious of his posture. He needed to time this right. If he mussed this... well, his future wouldn't look so good.

He leaned forward, his feet securely stuck to the brick material of the building he was crouching against. He'd had to take his shoes off for this, since it was practically impossible to get any suction/friction with layers of rubber foam and leather covering his feet. His only pair of sneakers were stashed under the dumpster below, probably covered in gunk now, but at least it'd keep them from being nabbed this time.

Crashes could be heard from outside the alleyway he was hiding in: cars being thrown around, pavement cracking, people shouting in alarm. Peter itched to get out there and help, but he had priorities. Besides, it's not like a pro-hero needed any help from a scrawny teenager like Peter.

Hey, focus. Your cue's almost up.

Positioning his camera at level with his eyes, Peter squinted, counting down as the crashing and booming barreled closer. People below ran past in a flurry, pushing and spilling from the street. Some separated from the herd and fled down the alleyway. Most of them were focused on getting to the other end of the street and away from the fight causing the commotion.

A car flew past the alleyway. On instinct Peter snapped a picture. Before he could get a chance to examine the picture though, a loud voice yelled in defiance and suddenly Peter had his opportunity. Immediately, he started clicking away at the camera, making sure to keep his hands steady and keep the camera focused on the fight. 

Out on the street, Death Arms was grappling with a villain. At first glance, the villain looked like a thin man, with balding hair and noodle-like limbs, but his left arm was ripped. Pecked with bulging triceps and biceps and muscles and several other names that are too long. Like if someone took a skin sack and stuffed it with dozens of dodgeballs. Graphic, yes, but that's the most generic way Peter could describe it.

And it didn't seem to be stuck on the left arm. The villain's arm seemed to shrink in the same second his leg inflated, right in time for him to knee Death Arms in the stomach. For Death Arm's sake, it's a blessing the villain didn't aim lower. 'Though it's also a little dumb that he didn't. With a wrathful knee like that to the no-no square, Death Arms would've been easily incapacitated long enough for him to escape.'

Death Arms seemed to have been prepared for the hit though, since he didn't even stumble and instead surged forward to lock onto the villain's arms firmly. He took a step back, pulling the villain with him before... picking him up and swinging him around. Like a tetherball. Hehe.

Peter grinned as he snapped another photo. The villain seemed to be trying to inflate his arm again to break out of Death Arm's hold, but it didn't do him any good. Death Arms only seemed to hold on tighter, and after one last swing, the pro-hero swung the villain over his shoulder and slammed him onto the ground, the pavement cracking with the impact. 

Not even stopping, Death Arms lifted the villain and tossed him somewhere down the street, out of Peter's line of sight, before running after him, leaving Peter's vision as well. Peter listened for a moment, waiting to see if the villain had been effectively knocked out, and when no further commotion erupted from the end of the street, he allowed himself to relax.

After making sure no one was around on the ground to see him, Peter let his feet unstick from the building. Before he could slip, he pushed against the wall, flipping midair and landing in a crouch on the ground. Peter slipped his camera around his neck, letting the equipment dangle as he knelt by the dumpster, tentatively feeling around for his shoes.