Throwing Caution to the Wind

Chapter 4

Sundy had passed fairly quickly. After Ned lugged home the laptop and set it back up at home, Peter went on a quick patrol. May was working again so that made it easier for Peter to sneak out. He gave the cannisters containing his web fluid a quick shake to confirm that he still had some. Thankfully since it was basically a glorified can of silly string, a little went a long way.

He whooped as he took his first swing. The rush never got old. It thrilled Peter knowing that all there was between the concrete below him, and the sky above were his own creations. The web fluid had been something he worked on well before he roped (or webbed) Ned into this whole thing. He still had the shirt that was covered in webs that refused to dissolve to prove it. He had that formula saved in a note on his phone. He wasn't sure what use it would have, but he was certain that he would eventually find one. Although that was the only one that made it onto his phone. All the others, including the one in current use, were in a notebook that he had bought specifically for the webs.

The violent honking of a horn brought him out of his thoughts. Down at the intersection he watched as a red Toyota Corolla ran a red light. The car was seconds away from crashing. He let his instincts take over. He felt his arms extend, one to the building behind them, the other to the car. He felt the impact of his webs hitting their targets. He felt the muscles in his upper back and shoulders stretch, we swore he heard one tear. But thankfully, it only lasted a second. He disengaged the web and went down to survey the scene.

He heard the applause and gentle horns going on as he landed.

"Man," Peter thought, "if only everyday could be his successful"

The drivers were fine, the same however, could not be said about the car. While the truck had a light scratches from driving into a road sign, the car was bent. Peter was mildly impressed with himself for that one. The entire engine looked like it was bowing to the rest of the car.

"Does insurance cover vigilante related accidents" it was the owner of the car. He was across the street from where Peter was.

"Dunno man, it hasn't been too long, and you were the one running a red light" said Peter jumping the distance of the street.

Although he wasn't sure if people had figured out weather or or he was enhanced yet. He had heard some rumors floating around that the suit was doing it all. He tried to be careful on what he revealed on his average escapade, but that one most definitely have it away.

The driver gave him a look. It probably stemmed from the fact that Peter had both heard him from the other side of the street, and jumped to his side of the street.

But Peter wasn't really in the mood to figure out if he could be charged with the damage so he shrugged.

"It was either you or the street dude, not a hard decision"

With that, Peter gave a quick 2 fingered salute and swung off.

******

This week had already started better than the last. Especially for Ned and his fancy monitors on his pulse points.

But Peter should have known better. Parker Luck™ and all that stuff.

And like any good story, it all began with a gunshot.

Crack