Spider-Man and The Esper

74. Need a Hand?

Michael awoke as he saw that dawn was approaching, it meant he had been asleep for half of the day.

"Rise and shine, Spidey!" An obnoxious voice called out next to him.

Because of that happening, Spider-man got started as his fight or flight kicked in sending a strong punch to Deadpool's face sending to the wall creating cracks in the process.

Deadpool groans as he falls to the ground on his stomach, "What the hell man? That was so not cool."

"Quit wining. You'll get over it." Frank gets up from seat, "Sleeping beauty is awake."

Spider-man sighs as he head plopped down on the pillow, "Please tell me nobody kissed me."

"Deadpool was almost going to but Fubuki broke every bone in his body to make sure he didn't move for half of the day."

"Sweet." Spider-man said while letting out a whistle, "Where is she now?"

"She went out for a little while. Should be back by tonight."

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Tourists from foreign countries flock around City-B for them to see all the spectacular lights and screens spanning the area on a daily basis, and many revel in its magnificence. Except, only, for one little boy.

To this little boy, the place was nothing more than a frightening mixture of noise and chaos. Bodies slammed into him as he tried to push himself through the crowd in a panic, his small hands pushing and tugging at people's clothes as he maneuvered around them, eyes darting this way and that, with wide-eyed franticness. As this young boy was experiencing any child's worst nightmare come true. He'd lost his mother.

"Mummy!" he screamed, distress cracking through his voice, as he continued to search and search through the crowd for a familiar face, only, he wasn't having much luck. "Mummy!" he tried again, small glassy tears beginning to form in the corners of his big, brown eyes.

Off to the side of the area, hanging around near a dark wall - and unbeknownst to the boy, was a group of three, scruffy looking men with beer bottles in hand. They had unfortunately caught sight of the child in distress, and were talking amongst themselves, slapping each other on the arms in some form of agreement, before they started to make their way forward out of the shadows.

"Mummy!" the child said, bumping into someone. They cursed at him, and he stumbled slightly, looking back at them in fear, before continuing to make his way through the swarms of people, looking for a small needle, in a large haystack.

But luckily for this little boy, he was not alone. As sitting on a dark ridge on the side of a building, was crouched a small figure, who also had eyes on our friend - eyes that were following his every move intently, along with those of the junkies, who were now slowly walking up after him. If one looked closely enough, they might just be able to make out the slightest tint of red and blue against the blackness of the night, and the faint twinkle of large, reflective, bug lenses.

"Mum!" the boy cried one last time, before slouching to the ground in a heap, the palms of his hands burying into his eyes, as he began to weep, hopelessly.

There was the slight whoosh of wind, and the faint pat of feet hitting the ground, before the boy felt a gentle hand placed on his arm.