Helloo, hopefully anyone who has been reading this story has enjoyed it so far 😁 here is the sixth chapter!
Peter is making promises again. Ones he probably shouldn't. Because there's actually no positive guarantee that he can keep them.
He tries to tell himself that he should stick to the rule of not even agreeing to do something he knows he might not be able to do anyways.
But here he is, agreeing with MJ. Oh yes, they can meet up for lunch to make up for his absence at her play.
He’s got a paper to write and a rising business of highly advanced weapons to tackle, but, still, he says he can make it.
He supposes, actually, it’s the least he owes her. He did feel guilty about not being able to show up, missing her play and all.
So he patrols the streets of the city only for a short while and just prays that nothing actually happens, especially nothing that will take too long and make him late or worse.
Naturally, it’s just his luck that a group of six guys are trying to rob a convenience store in broad daylight. He’s cutting it real short on time, as he has to be there to meet MJ for lunch very, very soon, and currently he’s dodging what could’ve been a pretty mean uppercut.
He grunts, starting to feel the stress of the clock heavy his shoulders ever so slightly as he yanks a thug towards him, landing a knee in their stomach, and knocking them to the ground.
“You guys I’ve seriously gotta be somewhere, so it’d be great if you could all just comply with me right now-”
“Shut him up!” Somebody yells, picking themselves up off of the ground where Spider-Man had previously left them, and they wave a hand towards him. “He’s been talkin’ almost this whole time.”
Spider-Man shrugs, easily maneuvering out of the way when one of the goons takes the orders and decides firing at him with their pistol is the best way to make him stop talking. He webs them up and takes their gun, of course, crushing it and smiling underneath the mask at the way they fold with anger, all webbed up and crashed on the floor.
“Yeah, I’ve been told I can be a chatterbox of sorts,” Spider-Man says with confession, adjusting the way his suit fits on his wrists. Quickly, he’s able to block the oncoming attack, grabbing onto the opponents leg, and flipping the criminal in the air, then using his webs to slam them into the ground, instantly webbing them up afterwards.
“You should take a hint and stop talking, then, chatterbox .”
Spider-Man’s head snaps over to the crook that’s peeping behind a shelf, knife held up in a defensive stance, ready to make a move. As soon as he tries to though, Peter’s got the tables turned on the guy, planting him with his face into the wall, and bringing his arms to his back, webbing him up, and taking the blade.
“Eh, I’m not a fan of the name, I prefer things like ‘ Spider-freak’s here! It's him. Get him. Get him now! ’, it’s a bit of a longer one, but a classi-”
“Can you just give up already?” The criminal asks him, their blonde hair covering their frustrated grimace as they attempt to turn their head around, making Spider-Man silently chuckle. He balances the knife on his finger and gives the guy a pat on the back, who tries to squirm away from the movement but cannot avoid it due to the webs he’s been trapped in. “You only got lucky this time, hear me! Lucky!”
This is Spider-Man’s cue to leave, honestly, he hears it all the time. So many people thinking Peter had just beat them by chance, and that they’re going to bounce back at him with at least ten times the amount of men, blah blah, they all say it. Only so few have actually tried to, the rest end up facing charges, all that.
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