(Request: Mackjsmith AKA my sister.
She wanted a Spider-Man one and is indecisive)
Scene: He catches you "burgling" a rich guy's house.
First Person P.O.V. (Of you)
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Shoot. Piper said this house was supposed to be easy. Oh well. I'd still be able to get inside.
"Can you get the alarm down?" I asked. She scoffed over the headset. "Is a smurf's butt blue?" "Inappropriate." "Totally," she surrendered.
"Done," she declared. I grinned as I quickly jumped through the window and rolled to the opposite wall. The lights were off, but I could see perfectly. "I'm in. The vault is in the basement, correct?" I asked. "Correctamundo," she replied as she munched on what I presumed as chips.
I rolled my eyes as I made it down to the basement. The fingerprint scanner was easy. I just blew some makeup powder onto it and pressed with a piece of Scotch tape. What I wasn't expecting, was the lasers in the next session. I sighed before I cracked my knuckles and popped my neck. Game time.
I did an army crawl under the first, but I had to do a handspring over the second. This continued until I simply stepped over the last one. The passcode was the dirtbag of an owner's birthday. My eyes rested on the large money bags. I checked the contents to make sure it was real. "Seal the Deal. I've got the gold."
Piper cheered as I slung the bags over my shoulder and walked out. My black leather catsuit was too tight and itchy for my taste. I was eager to get out of it.
Suddenly, I sensed somebody else in the house. I sighed before I set down my bags and looked around. "Get it over with already. I've got places to be." I raised an eyebrow.
A man in a blue and red suit came down and stood in front of me. "The only place you're going is jail."
"Ooh, a guy! Is he cute?" Piper squealed over the headset. I cringed.
Well, he sounds cute, I thought.
"I'm not so sure you would send me there. Can you imagine what being behind bars would do to a face like mine?" I feigned fear. "Well, you are kinda pretty," he admitted. "Oh, I'm flattered." I sarcastically curtsied.
"You're a thief," he stated. "I prefer 'Modern Robin Hood'. I only steal from dirtbags who swindle from others. I never keep any of the money." He shrugged, but there was amusement in his tone. "That's still stealing." "Call it what you want. I don't care. I'm still getting out of here." He shook his head. "I don't think so."
He shot some type of sticky rope at me, but I dodged it. At the same time, I threw the bags in the air and ran towards him. I kicked him in the chest, which sent him flying backwards into the window. As the crash echoed, I caught the money bags without looking and continued to walk out the door.
Having psionic powers and fourteen years of training in the martial arts really helps with these type of situations. As he peered up from the wreckage at me, Piper pulled up in the van. I looked back at him and smiled. After all, I only had a mask covering my eyes.
"What's your name?" He asked right as I was about to step in. I turned back before I shrugged. "Some call me 'The Fox'. I'm known for being clever, I guess." I winked at him before I made sure to strut back into the van.
I would make sure to 'burgle' in this part of town again. He was, after all, the friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man.
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