Peter Parker probably looks crazy right now.
Here he is, sprinting across the street right after his friend (the girl he likes) just told her that she is seeing someone. As in a guy. Like dating.
Now yes, it feels somewhat like a punch in the gut finding out. But he also saw a bunch of goons sneaking into an art museum. So it kinda has to wait. They even have guns, so yeah he left.
Unfortunately, that tends to happen a lot when you're the crime-fighting arachnids that swings around New York City. Peter wants to say something to MJ, really does, but he's currently dressed in blue and red tights as he slips into the museum.
So, despite the crushing news, Spider-Man sighs with dramatized disappointment as these amateurs try to yank a painting off the wall.
He stretches his neck, and arms, and even touches his toes before effortlessly shooting a web line right toward two of the thieves. It sticks to one of their matching black-based gear and by the time they are even aware, Peter yanks the guy right over to land a hard punch to the jaw. Of course, the other idiot is already pointing his gun right at Spider-Man, alerting his fellow art-stealing pals of the crime-stopping presence.
"Great," Peter mumbles. Then makes sure to doge each bullet shot off, leaning back before regaining both his posture and his hold on the first thug. He, as expected, tries to slither out of Spider-Man's hold. So, he tightens his grip, arm pressed against their neck, and holds his other hand out.
"You really gotta stop shooting me or Mr. Mohawk over here," He starts, gesturing towards the thief trying to pry his arms away with no use. The armed man doesn't seem to even care though, as he squints, grunts, and lifts his gun. Peter squeezes the thief, raising his hand. "He'll get it-"
But he fires his gun anyway and Peter jumps up with a twirl just because he can. He snatches the gun with a quick thwip of his webs and crushes it in his hand as he lands on his feet. Seeing as these guys most likely don't want to talk it out (they never do) or just give up, he pushes off the ground and sets the dude up into the air with a fist, jumping up to him and scoring some more satisfying hits.
Just as he gets done with the crook, the first one and the others are all running up to him with loaded guns in their hands.
Spider-Man hates guns. He huffs, letting a web line hit the upstairs railing behind the men, and swoops in to knock two over. Sort of like bowling. He hears all the shooting, dodges the bullets as he turns around, and reels in one of the dudes as they're starting to get up off the ground.
He kicks them square in the chest and ducks under them to get another hit as they fall.
More bullets fly his way. He succeeds in dodging them all. But it distracts him from the ridiculously dressed thug that manages to ram their elbow just past his side. The thug follows through with a rather harsh kick to his shins.
It nearly topples him over, the thug's thick platformed boots giving it an extra edge.
"Woah-" Peter fumbles for a second, whipping his head around to meet a criminal in bold black sunglasses and a dark jacket. He finds a sense of balance just as they head for a punch straight to his jaw.
He ducks, webs the previous guy up to the wall, and spins back to return the punch they couldn't land on him, effectively knocking them back to slump against a supportive metal pole that helps hold up a painting.
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