Collisons || Peter Parker ||

|1| Outbound and South |9|

"Alright you've got company coming down fifth avenue, they have guns and look pissed." Isabelle's eyes darted across her three monitor set up in front of her. On the left monitor, feed through several street and security cams filled the screen. The right monitor surveyed emergency services vehicles GPS locations nearby, small dots weaving through a maze of roads that interconnected New York. The centre monitor kept readings that broadcasted live vitals of Peter direct from his suit.

When Isabelle showed up at Avengers Tower discussing with Happy how she needed an extensive computer set up for, quote; 'computer lab', the man barely questioned it, nor wanted too. Naturally, she received one of the highest quality computer set ups courtesy of Tony who didn't detect an ulterior motive with her request.

"Yeah — more big guns, ski masks... got it... wow these guys really went the whole nine yards." Peter's voice panted through the earpiece she placed in her ear. She watched the robbery turned south continue to unfold, keeping her eyes trained on Peter who flipped around the plethora of security feeds.

"ETA on armed troops is two minutes thirty-six seconds, you better clear out these thugs before the police clear you out." The calming tone of her voice contrasted the quick delivery. She was urgent but not panicked. That alone kept Peter at ease, more than usual on his nightly crime fighting routine.

Knowing Isabelle was watching over him kept his mind clearer than he thought it would. It gave him all the more incentive to return home after a long night's work. "I think you'd find it difficult to get four big guys out of a bank — by the way, worst security here, no wonder this place gets hit twice a year."

"Focus Pete, you got a rogue slipping past reception..." She double tapped on the security feed with the thug that had broken away from the group that had just arrived at the bank, getting a quick decal scan of the weapon in his hands, "... he's armed with a semi-auto assault rifle, three additional clips of ammunition on his person and a hunting knife. Heading southbound on the eastern hallway, his pals are making their way down the western hallway. You better wrap this up."

She barely finished her sentence as she watched with an impressed look, Peter swinging from wall to wall, rounding up the four thugs he was preoccupied with in rapid succession. "Piece of cake... Say, Homecoming is over a month away, were you planning on going?"

The scoff that came out of her mouth mismatched the smile on her face, "I don't know, I was hoping my boyfriend would ask me, but he hasn't yet — watch your six, two heading your way." Her eyes kept trained on both the security feed and GPS signals.

Peter swung into cover on a decorative beam crossing from one wall to the next, standing overhead as the two thugs walked cautiously underneath him. He waited for the right moment, making sure they were directly under him before he dropped down from his position, "Hey fellas, don't know why you bother with cash— bitcoin is where the money's at." Swiftly, he kicked one of the thugs feet from underneath him, followed by a sling of web that tapered him to the closest wall.

The second thug, Peter dodged every attack with grace and ease, countering her impressive right hook with a web that stuck her fist to the elevator door they were standing near.

"Gotta say with security this poor, the bank was askin' for it. But just because you can, doesn't mean you should." Peter scolded the two thugs before retreating down the hallway, "Well I dunno about your boyfriend — but I'd love to take you to homecoming. Whaddya say? Make it a date?"

The right monitor flickered, a slight beeping noise grabbed her attention, "ETA on armed forces, forty-five seconds... I think I'll wait until my boyfriend asks me, actually... I appreciate the thought though, you are totally my second choice."