[center][b][color=8882be][h2]Oliver Raulot, AKA, Argyros.[/h2][/color][/b][/center]
[b][u][center]Physically, Times Square. Emotionally, back in his bed.[/center][/u][/b]
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It seemed like the Spiders of New York were coming out in full force tonight, upon his arrival, Oliver already clocked more superheroes on the scene than he'd [i]met[/i] thus far through his whole career. A particularly sleepy, seasonal depression-y voice in his head put forward the point that with so [i]many[/i] Spiders, maybe Oliver could just go home, Argyros probably wasn't needed on the scene. That voice, while maybe not incorrect, was also going to be ignored. Needed or not, Oliver was here, so he'd help. That was what this whole vigilante thing was about, after all. 

One spider had stopped a runaway bus, two more were confronting the monster directly. He didn't know them, but he knew how to break down an issue and separate the solution into sections. It was a good way of working through something as a team, not that he'd had much practice in doing it as of late.

Combating the Spider-Monkey (If God wanted to mess with him, could it have at least been a bit more subtle?) was the right move, but it was risky when there were plenty of people nearby and in danger. They were fleeing, sure, but it was a big monster, and a lot of people. Argyros fires another web from his wrist, clinging to a lamp-post down below, and wrenching his arm back to drag him towards it. He lands on it in a perfect perch, and calls out;

[b][color=8882be]"Alright folks! You're New Yorkers, you ought to know the drill by now! Please exit in an orderly fashion, your exits are here- and here- and here- and here- And just about anywhere that isn't a dead end! Oh, and happy holidays!"[/color][/b] Oliver calls out over the den of panic, firing strands of web off towards each exit to grant visual aid, before beginning to swing himself above the crowd, landing to help any elderly, those with disabilities (physical or mental), or anyone else having trouble fleeing the scene properly- scooping them up to swing them over to what he cautiously guessed was a safe distance.

If the Spider-Monkey caused more havoc, or, more dangerously, [i]fell down.[/i] Then Argyros was on the case to ensure nobody would be underfoot to get squashed if it came down to it. Glamorous superheroics it was not, but every person he helped get clear was a slight weight off his chest. As he swung another person to safety, he calls out to the other Spider working defensive at the moment.

[b][color=8882be]"Hope you don't mind I get in on the whole 'friendly neighborhood' thing. I'm from a different neighborhood, so hopefully that clears me of gimmick infringement!"[/color][/b]