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As Miles crept towards what sounded distinctly like dangerous weaponry being discharged, it crossed his mind that if he wanted to stay alive, it probably wasn’t the best idea. Crouched low amid the alien shrubbery of the arena, he silently questioned his decision to find the source of the noise. How could he possibly know what kind of person awaited him? As far as he knew, it could have been a trap, set to draw in any overly-curious, unsuspecting victims that may be stupid enough to walk to their deaths with their arms spread wide, yelling, “HEY, OVER HERE!”

That he was invisible gave him little comfort. Superhumans came with a variety of powers and abilities, and while most didn’t notice him, there were those that, through whatever means, could detect his presence. On his second night as Spider-Man, he’d been waiting for the right time to disrupt a drug deal in the Bronx, perched comfortably on the rafters of a not at all sketchy warehouse. He was invisible to all of the criminals present – that is, to all but one. He still wasn’t sure whether the guy was a mutant or not, but somehow – enhanced smell, hearing, eyesight, whatever – he spotted Miles. Yes, Miles’ spider-sense helped him leave the ensuing scuffle without so much as a scratch, but now, in an arena with four other superpowered, most likely more experienced people, the thought of banking on it to save his ass didn’t exactly fill him with confidence.

[color=9e0b0f][i]Who knows,[/i][/color] he thought, [color=9e0b0f][i]Maybe they’re friendly.[/i][/color]

He stopped in his tracks as a blue figure came into view. Clad in what looked like armour of the alien kind, it flew into the air, blasters – the weapons he’d heard earlier – firing onto a blur his eyes could barely keep track of. The blasts stopped the blur in its tracks, but only for a few seconds; breaking into a run once more, it disappeared from view amid the tangle of structures it had come from. After what felt like a minute at most, it dashed once more into his line of sight, even more difficult to follow than before.

Watching from what he felt was a safe distance, Miles grimaced. [i][color=9e0b0f]Okay. Maybe not.[/color][/i]