He wonders how obviously paranoid he looks. He wonders if somebody could watch as Spider-Man swings by and just tell he's on the edge. Maybe it's the way he extends his hands, maybe it's his wrist, but he feels so overrun with anticipation that he's sure just about anybody could tell.
He has been doing circles all around the city trying to look for anything, any sort of clue. Something. He knows that whatever that man's brother was planning should be going down any second, Peter knows it, he doesn't know how he knows it, he just does.
But no spidey sense, nobody asking for help, nobody walking around suspiciously with a gun, nothing. Spider-Man stays paranoid, eyes scrambling to land upon any sight that will call for his action. His body is twitching with how much he is expecting an incident to happen.
It barely crosses his mind to text Black Cat and let her know too. Maybe she will be able to spot the situation before he can, maybe she can help take care of it, and maybe she can start to put an end to how fidgety he is. Not that she would really do anything about it, of course. Pft, it's just-
Peter assumes that once this planned attack is taken care of, so will his anxiety, considering it's stemming from the problem.
He just hopes she gets his text, okay.
For now, though, Spider-Man is patrolling. Has been since the day practically started. These weapons are becoming a bigger issue with each day that passes, and well, seeing as he is supposed to be the city's hero, he can't help the weight it presses against his neck, whoever is making the weapons pushing their heel down on him.
His shoulders sag, stress manifesting itself at the front of his brain, spreading a dull ache through his head.
"Maybe I just need some water-"
Somebody just below him cries for help, and he dismisses the thought of getting a drink, instantly leaping down to catch a mugger in the act. They've stolen a ladies purse, threatening her with a gun as she panics.
Spider-Man webs away their gun, slamming it back into their chest, and watching as they fall over.
"You know, that purse really isn't your style," He says, dropping to the asphalt of the ground, and briefly checking in on the lady, helping her up. Her short brown hair is a bit of a mess, sticking out of her baseball hat, and she takes his hand eagerly.
"Can't believe I'm saying this but I'm glad you're here," She says and oh yes, that's right, not everyone is in the spidey fan club. He sighs, nodding as she gestures to the man on the ground with her purse.
"On it."
He jogs over, kneeling down and before he can grab the purse his spidey senses go off as the thief rolls back over, knife braced in their hold, and goes to dig at Spider-Man's chest.
"Woah-" He dodges it, lifting a hand to their wrist, and has to catch their other wrist too as they pull out a second knife. "I see you got the buy one get one free deal. Too bad you're grounded now, gonna have to take them away."
"Let me go!" The other demands, and obviously Spider-Man isn't about to do something like that. Yet, every time somebody is always asking stuff like this, as if . He lifts them up, holding them by their wrists with now only one hand after a quick and effortless maneuver, and webs them against the wall instead, disposing of their knives.
"Next time play nice," He advises, then goes back to retrieve the purse left on the ground. He stuffs the lipstick and office card that's fallen out, and hands it back to the lady.
"Here you are."
She pauses, blinks, then accepts it as she squints at him. He considers swinging away without a word, but she opens her mouth before he can actually come to a decision.
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Trip A Spider
Fanfiction"You're the one following me," She says with a hand placed on her hip. He huffs, but then she steps forward and within a blink of his eyes, her hands are on his shoulder lightly, almost hovering, but still touching. Through his costume of course, bu...
