A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Eighteen

    Peter told MJ that he was leaving to go get some more pictures of things Jamerson had asked him to do for awhile now, but he didn't have time because JJ would either be in the process of firing him or screaming at him to focus on Spider-Man. She seemed to buy it and allowed him to leave, even buying it when he said due to what he's looking for and how hard they are to find, he might be gone the rest of the day.
    He was glad that JJ was out today, actually. He would never be able to use such a simple excuse on him and get away with it. MJ was easygoing though, and she understood Peter. If he said he had to go and was making up a lie about why, she would assume it was something that he didn't want to talk about anyway, like a family emergency or something. This was why Peter was friends with her. She understood him. The only thing that bothered him is that he still couldn't tell her the full truth, no matter how much he wanted to. He wondered how easy it would be to just say he had to leave work early to go take care of some super hero business.
    He quickly made his way up to the rooftop where he stashed his mask and gloves for his suit. Can't travel spider style without being in costume, that would surely cause some questioning from the civilians, not to mention a great news story for MJ to cover. He was about to remove his shirt and pants to revel the rest of his suit, but was startled suddenly as he had forgotten about the wrist watch that started to melt and deform, spreading up and across his hand and arm.

    Before Peter could react, the SY-8 had transformed again and completely covered him. It formed a replica of his suit, the classic look of the black suit. Peter looked his hands over and then gazed at his reflection in a nearby air duct vent panelling.
    "Oh." He said aloud sizing himself up. "T-this works."
    He shot a web and watched as it was made of a black substance, the same as the SY-8. It stuck to part of the roof because he wasn't watching where he was aiming, and then he felt guilty as he tried to break the web off by tugging, and pulled up a panel of the roof tiling. "Gonna take some time to get used to this again." Peter spoke aloud, trying to fix the tile the best he can.
    He walked to the ledge of the building and perched, looking out over the city below. "Black suit Spider-Man will probably catch their attention... might scare some people because of the last time." He looked towards some of the nearby buildings, sizing up the distance to reach their roof tops.
    "Wanna prove them wrong?" He asked the suit, again hearing a small response. With that, Peter aimed for the rooftop of a nearby building, the web latching on and then being used to pull Peter up and onto the roof top. He stuck the landing and started running, jumping from roof to roof... He begun his search.

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    It was getting late. The sun was setting and now most parts of the city were shrouded in shadows and darkness. Deadpool had been tracking this person all day. Typical that they hang out mostly at night clubs and dark alleyways, waiting to attack others.
    This man he was following was wanted, he read about it in the paper. This man had raped and killed 3 victims. This man was a murder, a criminal, scum. He watched as the man had just did a drug deal, and was looking forward to spend his money to get loaded drunk and probably harm more people at this pub.
    Deadpool quietly dropped down off the fire escape and crept in the shadows. Waiting for other people to clear out before he walked out and approached the man. He laid a hand on his shoulder and forcefully turned the man around to face him.

"Hey buddy." He said, calmly.
"Don't touch me." The man sneered pulling away from Deadpool and sizing him up. "Pfft. What's with the outfit, you some street preforming or somethin' out here bumming for money?"
"No." Deadpool replied, keeping things quick and simple and to the point.
"Then whattya want?" The man demanded to know. "lookin' for trouble because you've come to the right place."
"You seem confident." Deadpool pointed out cracking his knuckles. "You packing?"
the man chuckled and shifted, spitting out the toothpick he had wedged between his lips and turning slightly, hand placed a certain way on his belt to show the hoister to his gun. "You better be careful." He said.
"I think it's you that should be careful." Deadpool replied. "I saw you exchange illegal goods a few blocks away."
"You stalkin' me or something!?" The man accused, taking out his gun and aiming it at Deadpool now. "Just pretend you saw nothin 'n' I'll let ya keep yer life."
"Y'know while I'm down for a good game of pretend, I don't think this is something I can forget." He shifted and shoved the newspaper with the story about the man into his face. "This picture looks an awfully lot like you."