[quote=@HenryJonesJr]Steve didn't waste any time. He pointed up towards the Hotel Carter, "Secure that sign! I'll worry about Sandman for now!"

Not wasting time to make sure Spider-Man followed his orders, Steve knew the kid would, the Captain took notice of the fire hydrant closest to Sandman. This wouldn't hurt the villain, but maybe it could slow him down until some more help arrived.

"Hey, Flint!" Captain America called out to the villain. "Time to wash your dirt off the face of New York!"

The Star-Spangled Avenger once again tossed his shield, shattering the hydrant and dousing Sandman in a torrent of water.
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[b][color=ed1c24]"Eye-eye, Capt...!"[/color][/b], I enthusiastically salute, stopping myself just short of finishing the sentence. [color=ed1c24][b]"You know what? Too cliché, even for me."[/b][/color]

As Cap vaults towards Sandy-Britches with that perfectly shiny shield that I swear he must polish on an almost hourly basis, I make a beeline, in web-slinging form, for the aforementioned Neon Sign that the good Captain pointed me in the direction of. My Spidey-senses get triggered once again as I notice the cables holding the sign up dwindling down to a thread of itself, ready to snap and crush a few innocent civilians below. I arch into a final swing before letting go, slamming my body into the sign so that it breaks off. 

If I can't stop it from falling, maybe I can control where exactly it falls and avoid a catastrophe.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Make way, people! Make way! Wide load comin' through!"[/color][/b]

Firing as much web fluid as I can out of my right web-shooter, possibly draining it in the process, I envelop the sign in as much of the gooey mixture as I can and fire another, thicker webline in the opposite direction, connecting the two ends. Changing the sign's trajectory with my feet, I let gravity do most of the work for me as all manner of terrified people go running in all sorts of different directions. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"C'mon, c'mon..."[/color][/b]

Doing a hail mary before I leap, I backflip off of the sign and fire a third webline, kicking it squarely in the direction of a store window. The webbing attached to it brings it's descent from a frighteningly fast drop to a gentle, almost feather-like swing. By the time it lands, it doesn't even break the glass of the storefront. It kinda-barely even cracks it.

Whew. Now I can have a nice heart-attack in peace.

[color=ed1c24][b]"See, this? This is why I desperately needed a vacation."[/b][/color]

Quickly switching out web-cartridges as I charge up the side of a wall, I fire a fresh one out at a crane that's directly overhead the area where the Cap/Sandy brawl is currently underway. Looks like Cap's using the ole' mud-maker move that I've always been fond of myself. Should be enough to give Flint a nice case of mush-toes, which is exactly what we're gonna need to de-escalate the situation. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"Sign's secure!"[/color][/b], I yell out to Cap.

When I'm not panicking out of my mind, I'm nothing if not helpful. 

Just as I land on a wall to give Cap some barely-needed back-up, I notice the distinct image of civilians in the distance. And they're in the midst of... d... dancing? Lead in the rhythm by an, um, anthropomorphic duck wearing a fancy catcher's mitt?

Was I hit in the head whenever I took care of the out-of-control neon sign, or is this just one of those 'That's New York for ya!' moments?

[b][color=ed1c24]"One sec. Gotta check my sanity for a minute."[/color][/b], I say, holding out a finger to the already fighting Sandman and Cap, who aren't even paying attention. [b][color=ed1c24]"I won't be long!"[/color][/b]

Swinging over to the sight before me, I notice the familiar frazzled suit-and-tie that the little duck person is wearing. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. We've met before.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Harold?"[/color][/b], I call out, swinging down. [color=ed1c24][b]"It's Harold, right? Harold The Duck!"[/b][/color]

And suddenly, I can't resist the overwhelming feeling of swaying back and forth. 

Man, I was just in Central Park holding hands with my fiancee. 

Why did this day suddenly have to get a whole lot weirder? Am I just cursed?

[color=ed1c24][b]"Annnd... I'm dancing. Why am I dancing? Please, for the love of God, stop me from dancing."[/b][/color]