Memories of Home

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His footsteps barely felt the pavement under his feet before he launched himself into the air.

His muscles barely felt the strain of the stretching and pulling as he weaved in between buildings, catapulting him just a bit further. Up here there was clarity.

Shoot the web, grab the web, fly.

There was no rule but to keep moving- or more accurately, swinging. His body was a jack knife as it moved towards the pulls of commotion beneath him.

At this point Peter didn't even think about it, it was so automatic. It was hard to even comprehend every sinew of muscle that moved under the suit. He wasn't a machine. He was motion.

His flesh raised as the world slowed around him, zeroing in as he sped towards his destination. It shut out everything until he was closing in towards the Citi Bank on Broadway. As much as he had been cursing those senses a few hours ago, now he was grateful for them. Especially as he heard the fast heartbeats, and rapid beating of those in danger. While he heard, almost smelled their fear, he could also sense others in the group of people he was getting closer to. He could sense the exhilaration and predatory hunger of others in the crowd. And something...else. Something he hadn't sensed before. It was like the groups had normal rhythms to their bodies, but laced at the edges with some type of darker thing.

It purred at him as it pulled faster to get to those people, to find out what was wrong.

His senses were so distracted by the abnormality, that he didn't pick up on someone else also being pulled in the same direction beneath him as he spend towards his destination.

There.

He spotted the group, who looked normal enough...for mobsters. Some were loading bags of cash on to the truck, others were pointing guns at the people who just had the bad luck of trying to make deposits, or withdrawals, and got stuck in the middle of a stick up.

Well...it was turn for the other guys to run out of luck. He gritted his teeth as we swung in the middle of the group, knocking the guns out of two of the assailants and shuddering to a stop, his feet slammed back on solid ground right in front of them.

"What the hell..."

Peter looked up. Grinning to find shock on all their faces.

He used the moment of surprise to align a web and snatch the remaining guns out of the other two goons hands.

The only thing on his mind was movement. He had to keep moving until he got them all.

"HEY."

He shouted sarcastically at them to get their attention, sauntering as he then swung the web with the heavy machinery to knock another assailant down.

"Is everyone just out here trying to ruin everyone's days today?'

SLAM.

As he spun again and hit another guy down.

"Can't we all.."

A man ran at him, and Peter flipped over him, turned and threw him back into the group until they fumbled.

"...Get along?" He finished

That's when he heard a gun cock, the trigger ready to pull.

"Damn...missed one.."

He spun, his words catching in his throat as he saw a younger girl being held captive by a woman with seething....purple eyes.

His heart stopped.

Shit.

Again he focused on too much, and missed the woman taking this poor girl. He had to do better. He stepped towards them, but froze when the purple eyed woman pressed the weapon closer.