CARDIGAN, jegulus spider-man! au

"that was a pretty steamy kiss, reg."

and we're back!!!!

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"woohoo!"

james is flying through new york, sun shining and wind blowing as he has the time of his life. he's smiling under his mask, not a care in the world as he swings over the streets. he hears pedestrians below gasp and shout excitedly at the sight of him, and he waves to them as he goes by.

"what do you got for me today, new york?"

"reporting live from NY1 chopper. an oscorp truck carrying plutonium has been hijacked. a police chase is in progress."

james has been working with the cops as spider-man for the last few months. when chief orion black died, they relented against his arrest and now rely heavily on him for help. they don't arrest him as long as he helps them— hence why he gets information. it's a bit hard to carry a phone while shooting webs, though, so he's built an earpiece that works just like one.

"alright, let's get to work."

it's not hard for james to find the chase, considering there's about 20 cop cars going after a huge truck. he webs over there in no time, and he takes a moment to assess.

there's oscorps truck, which is hooked up to an even bigger truck that's being driven as the getaway. there's 2 men on top of oscorp's truck with guns, trying to get into it from the roof. james jumps onto the truck being driven just as the 2 men get inside oscorp's.

he goes up to the drivers window but doesn't show himself, instead reaching his hand up to knock on the window. when he sees it start to roll down, he pops up, startling the driver.

"hey! my name is spider-man. you can call me web head, you can call me amazing, just don't call me late for dinner. you get it?" he holds his hand out to shake in a mocking manner and ducks away at the swing he receives.

"not a shaker, then? you a hugger? or-,"

"i'm a killer!"

"woah!" james crawls up to the top of the truck, moving out of line of the rifle that's now pointed at him. both of the trucks swerve dangerously, and james realizes very fast that pedestrians up ahead are at risk of being hit.

"i'll be right back," he says distractedly, ignoring the outraged yells that come from the man. he's already swinging away from the truck. up ahead, he sees a man frantically collecting blueprints that he looks to have dropped, not paying attention to the oncoming vehicles.

james swings down just in time, managing to grab him and pull him out of the way right before the trucks flies by. they go tumbling to the sidewalk.

"woah," the man says, gazing up at james in wonder. james pulls him up quickly, assessing him.

"you okay? you're alright?" james asks, patting him for good measure.

"you're spider-man," the man says, breathlessly.

"the costume gives it away, huh?" james grins, hidden beneath the mask. without looking, he shoots a web and gathers up all the blueprints, "these look pretty important, max."

"h-how do you know my name?"

"it's written on your badge," james answers, gesturing to the man's—max's— jacket where it's clipped.

it's an oscorp badge.

it's been quite a few months since the fight. the section of oscorp that was destroyed was built back with ease because of all their money.