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Incredulous

~3rd person~

Felony quickly put on her headphones, putting on a random playlist. With her music started, she released a web to a nearby building and took off. She flicked her wrist while releasing the next web, a familiar pattern engraved into her mind.

The litany became an escape for her on stressful days, where the universe would decide that she hadn't done enough. Lamentably, today wasn't one of those days. The slightest bit of inattention could end in the demise of New York as we know it.

'No fucking pressure at all.' Felony thought, with a bitter huff through her nose, '¿Qué haría esta ciudad sin mí?'

She focused back on swinging. She could probably do it with her eyes closed, but she didn't want to get distracted. Though it was tempting to ignore the headache that she called "saving New York" and head off to some quiet place to de-stress. It would take a miracle to finally sit down and enjoy something for more than a second.

She arrived at the top of The Brooklyn Tower, trying to scope out where the issue was occurring. If it was any other day, she would relish in the beauty that was New York. With a sigh, Felony continued to search for the issue. Still not being able to find anything, she huffed.

The noirette quickly pulled out her phone and began searching the news. It didn't take much searching to find the issue at hand. She hummed at the news, having literally passed the building.

"Dios, I'm a fucking idiot," she said to no one. "This is why I have to pay attention, now it's just more work for me." She sighed, exasperated.

She jumped off the building, letting herself free fall before her spider senses went off, warning her of the ground that was a few feet away. Flicking her wrist, a web released sticking to the nearest building, pulling her to the top of it.

She took a breath before teleporting from building to building, making her trip shorter.

That's how she deemed the hero name 'Jumping Spider'. She could teleport a short distance without consequence. Longer distances, however, caused her to pass out from exhaustion. That being said, she stuck to shorter distances, which let her travel quicker than swinging.

Her current destination was the Brooklyn Museum, she recalled from the news report. Supposedly, the Hobgoblin was destroying said building.

'What did history and art ever do to him, geez,' the girl thought with a roll of her eyes.

She finally arrived near the scene, taking in the chaos of what used to be a pristine museum. She teleported closer to the police officers, making sure to keep a low profile.

The officers didn't necessarily like the spider, finding her anonymity something they should fear. Which she found fair but also mildly infuriating. She saved the city multiple times, and yet she's a wanted criminal? Make it make sense.

Though her mother was high up in the ranks as an officer, Felony never told her. Fearing that the women would get hurt somehow. The best secrets are the ones well kept, right? She scoffed, displeased at having no one to tell of her amazing fates as Jumping Spider.

She focused back on the conversation the cops were having. Supposedly, the villain looked off? Whatever, that meant. Displeased with their analysis, she slipped under the tape and hid behind some cars.

Moving carefully around them, she tried to listen to another group of cops. She peered around the vehicle, quickly spotting her mom in the group of cops. She listened again, very intently.

"H-h-he looked different than Hobgoblin! Like he was made o-offf... of... colorful shapes!" An officer said, his short stature contrasting his overly muscular frame. A pale woman with striking blonde hair replied, "Sure, Rivers," she teased.

"I'm not lying!" The officer, apparently named Rivers, proclaimed. "He looked different! Like he wasn't from here," the man sputtered, " He seemed confused to! Like he did know where he was!"

'Wasn't from here?' Felony thought, confused by his choice of words. 'That doesn't make any sense at all.'

Hobgoblin had been a reoccurring villain for the girl. However, from her knowledge, he was still locked up from their last encounter. Though she thought it could be likely that he escaped from his cell, it was highly unlikely he came out in the form of shapes - whatever that could mean.

She weighed the pros and cons of technically going in blind. While yes, she had fought him before, if he was truly "different" from the nuisance she fought before, it could cause some issues.

Issue number one: how much damage he could do to her and the citizens inside still. It was highly likely that the police had not been thorough in their search for civilians that still lingered around. And if he was different, he could be stronger or have different weapons that could cause a rather bloody battle. Though she would likely recover quickly, it is better to be safe than sorry.

Issue number two: Why was she putting herself in danger for these selfish ass people again?

Finally, issue number three: If she was home to late, her mama would beat the fucking life out of her.

With a harsh breath, the girl decided to just head into the building. Who cared that she could die from this?

With a long breath in, she teleported into the building. "Damn, he reallyyy doesn't like art," she whispered under her breath before sighing.

'Well, this will be fucking fun.'

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Amaris

Question! Do you guys prefer 1st or 3rd person? My inconsistent ass can't pick, and I keep changing the POV's.

Sorry for the like 6 month wait! There's no reason, I'm just lazy asf

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