Tax for heroism (crossover Spider-Man/Alex Rider)

Dissimulation

Halloween, October 31, the only day of the year in which everyone, not just superheroes and villains, puts a mask on their faces. Peter has always loved this holiday. He loved caroling and all the candy he got from it. Which kid doesn't like sweet? But it wasn't just about filling belly. He also loved the dark, mysterious atmosphere. Everyone could be who they want to be for at least one day. Or was it exactly the opposite? Was it a day when people stopped pretending and showed the world their true face, the one they wore in their hearts?

Peter was hovering over the streets. Another day, another superhero patrol. A superhero can't take a holidays, even though he is already looking forward to a party with his girlfriend and best friend. One more block, and then he descended in the side alley of the mine, he ceased to be Spider-Man, but only a man in a spider-hero costume, he told himself, but in the end he didn't get to it. However, the side alley was not empty, it giving him the sight of Donald Duck with Mickey Mouse, Aladdin and a car full of weapons, money, and bags of suspicious white powder.

"It's probably not sugar and water pistols for caroling, is it?" Peter deliberately drew attention to himself as he clung to the nearest wall of the house, and Disney's heroes turned to him in fright with a chorus curse.

Spider-Man wasted no time and firing one of his cobwebs at the trunk to close it. The weapons in the trunk were obviously not the only ones that the cartoon characters had. Aladdin immediately pulled out a Glock 43, which was evidently hidden in a holster on his ankle, while Donald Duck ran to the car door. Mickey Mouse remained motionless for now, apparently in shock at the sudden appearance of one of the superheroes.

Great, what now? Eliminate the danger in the form of a pistol, or not let one of the suspects escape? He had only second to took barely a consider both options. He decided that the pistol wasn't so dangerous and that he would give Donald's escape as a matter of priority. Using his net, he glued the car's rubber and part of the chassis to the road. Duck was already at the wheel, and stepped furiously on the gas, but it wasn't very valid. Peter wanted to pull him out of the car and tie him up, but before he could jump to him, several shots piercing the air. Aladdin started shooting at the superhero and everything gained a faster pace.

Spider-Man tried to dodge the bullets, but this time he failed. The shooter was quick and knew how to hit. He felt a stabbing pain in his right shoulder and left thigh and fell to the ground. It somehow woke up Mickey, who suddenly, for some incomprehensible reason, came to Aladdin and struck him several times. Aladdin dropped the Glock. They began to fight furiously. The car kept growling, its wheels sliding helplessly. The car kept growling, its wheels sliding helplessly. Peter tried to stand up and finish what he started, but he didn't succeed, the result was only faster blood loss and fatigue. Now he regretted wearing the light suit, with wasn't on his arms and legs bullet-resistant.

Suddenly, in the middle of that fight Mickey Mouse's mask fell from face and Peter's heart skipped a few beats. At the back of his throat, he felt the familiar bitter taste of betrayal and disappointment. Peter recognized the dirty blond hair and serious brown eyes. Alex Pleasure lunged to weapon at the ground, and then killed his accomplice in cold blood. At that moment, Donald gave up trying to drive away and decided that Spider-Man, Aladdin, and Alex were too busy with themselves, so he can run away on foot. That was fatal mistake, he ran into Pleasure's shooting trajectory.

It seemed unbelievable, but after Alex had committed double murder in front of Peter, he simply came up to him and tore his shirt just to bandage his wounds. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out his phone. He called the police and then left without a word. Without even trying to unmask the superhero. Peter didn't know what he should think about it, but one thing was clear. He must disappear before the law enforcement officers appear on the scene. And so pushed by necessity, but with considerable self-denial, he managed to get up and make it to the promised Halloween party with Ned and MJ.

When he knocked on their door after an hour, they were both utterly frightened, both by his delay and by the condition in which he had gotten there. They healed him, fed him and let him rest. After two days, he was able to walk back to the college and pretend nothing had happened. The question, however, was how well he could pretend in front of Alex.