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[quote=@Sep]
"You know, this is your city and I'm just the tourist. If you've got any ideas I'd love to hear them."
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Holy crap it's the Flash! The Flash is a woman too! I probably should have known that! But I'm too excited and terrified to think rationally. Flint Marko has become some crazy powerful monster, but at least I'm having a real superhero team up. I know I shouldn't be excited, but I am. And the Flash is a woman! Girl power and all that.

[color=ec008c][i][b]Focus, Stacy.[/b][/i][/color]

Okay, so her powers aren't really going to help with this in the slightest. Mine aren't all that good against either. Last time I check webbing isn't all that effective against sand. Outside of that, all I can do is dodge his attacks and...punch him hard. Considering the Flash can move at like the speed of light and her strikes aren't doing crap, so the chance that I'm gonna put a dent into Marko, well one that won't instantly reform from sand, is slim to none.

Before I can start really coming up with a plan, however, the Maggia goons that came to the museum with the super-powered criminal take aim and Flash and I with the automatic weapons they're brandishing.

Sighing, I spring off the ground, flying through Marko's outstretched arms, sand particals bouncing off my costume. He's big, but I need to make sure the other guys are out of the way before we focus on the super-powered idiot. 

Landing next to one of the men, I snatch the gun out of his hand while simultaneously firing a webline over my shoulder at the leg of the one behind me. In a swift motion, I whip the webline up, smashing the man's head back towards the hard floor. At the same time, I spin around, smashing the butt of the rifle across the chin of the soldier I stole it from. I may not be the perfect superhero, but man I am good at taking out guys with guns. At least I got that going for me.

I turn, ready to take on the other men, but find them disarmed, and unconscious on the floor. Standing above them is the Flash, who merely shrugs at me.

[color=ec008c][b]"Okay, that's...that's not fair,"[/b][/color] I sigh, realizing the one thing I'm good at in this life I'm not half as good as the Flash at. [color=ec008c][b]"Get bitten by a spider, they said. Be a great superhero they said. Not as good as most of the others, but hey, do what you-Oh crap!"[/b][/color]

My spider sense goes off as Marko attempts to squash me like I'm my namesake bug. I manage to get out of the way, and this time I'm ready when his appendage transforms mid-swing and a hammer swings out of his arm and barely misses taking my head off.

Spider sense, I've never loved you more.

[color=aba000][b]"Stand still you little,"[/b][/color] Marko yells in frustration as he smashes his arms down on the marble with such force that it splinters. I manage to barely get out of the way, feeling the air displaced by his strike as I do. [color=aba000][b]"I'm gonna get you! You're the reason I am the way I am, and I ain't gonna let you get away with it!"[/b][/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Marko,"[/b][/color] I respond webbing his eyes up as I get some space between me and the Sandman, [color=ec008c][b]"I think you have to blame your parents for that!"[/b][/color]

Turning to  Flash, I start to spitball, [color=ec008c][b]"Listen, I know we're in a room filled with priceless art, but I think we need to get him wet. It's not going to stop him, but maybe it'll slow him down!"[/b][/color]