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[color=00a99d]"I said put your hands up!"[/color] the Bodega Bandit points his arm, hidden in a jacket pocket, towards the owner of the store. [color=00a99d]"I'm not kidding, man! I'll shoot you if I have to!"[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Will you, though, Bandit?"[/b][/color] I say, leaning on the side of the door frame. I was on my way to band practice with the girls before coming across the Bandit's latest misdeed. A quick change into my costume in the alley way, and here I am. [color=ec008c][b]"Because I'm almost certain all you have in your pocket is your hand pointed into a gun-shape."[/b][/color]

I've run into the Bandit three or four times in the last month, in increasingly embarrassing situations for the would-be stickup artist. The first few times I've crossed his path, I was the definition of annoyed. Here I am, desperately trying to keep this city from tearing itself apart with a gang war, and this guy is constantly sticking up Dunkin Donuts and Big Belly Burger.

But I'll be honest, the more I've seen him, the sadder I've gotten for him. I don't know if I'm going soft or what, but I pity the guy.

He turns to me, his arm trembling, [color=00a99d]"You! How do you always show up where no one wants you!?"[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Ouch, Bandit,"[/b][/color] I shake my head at him. [color=ec008c][b]"Hurtful. Super hurtful."[/b][/color]

[color=00a99d]"This time you're out numbered though!"[/color] he smiles a big, goofy smile he probably thinks is threatening. [color=00a99d]"Bandito! Get her!"[/color]

My spider sense goes off, and I turn to find a portly English Bulldog scamper around the corner of two aisles, a domino mask that matches the Bandit's tied to his face. As he turns, his paws come out from under him, and he slides helplessly to my feet. On his back, he looks around, before locking eyes with me. Instead of a snarl, his tongue falls out of his mouth, and he looks from me to his belly, longing for some pets. 

[color=ec008c][b]"Oh my god he's adorable!"[/b][/color] I squeal and bend down, scratching the chubby fellow as he squirms with joy. [color=ec008c][b]"Who's a good pupper!? You're a good pupper. Are you an accessorie to a crime? Yes you are."[/b][/color]

The Bandit, clearly defeated, slinks down to the floor, [color=00a99d]"Aw come on, Bandito. You're supposed to be my partner in crime."[/color]

I give the bordering-on-pathetic, Hamburglar-dressed "criminal" a once over as I continue to pet the dog, [color=ec008c][b]"Bandit, why are you doing thing, huh? You're clearly a smart guy. Well, smart enough to know you can't beat me, which is apparently saying something in the New York criminal world. I've got real, dangerous guys to take care of out there. You know this life isn't for you."[/b][/color]

[color=00a99d]"Yea, well,"[/color] he sniffles slightly, [color=00a99d]"I just wanna show my old man who's boss. Say's I'm a wimp. That I'm not tough enough."[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Listen, man,"[/b][/color] I pat the dog one last time on the head before standing and doing the same to his master, [color=ec008c][b]"this is not the way to do that. You want to teach him you're tough? Go take a few Krav Maga lessons or something. This is just going to get you thrown in a psych ward, or some clerk who's been robbed too many time will end up shooting you."[/b][/color]

[color=00a99d]"Y-yea,"[/color] he stammers. [color=00a99d]"I'm clearly not gonna be a great criminal like him."[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"No, buddy, no you're-Wait, what do you mean like him?"[/b][/color]

Before he can answer, however, the ground rumbles below me. I look around as backs of chips and cookies fall off the shelves around me. Bandito hops up clumsily and scampers under his owner's legs, whimpering at the sudden tremor.

[color=ec008c][b]"Okay, you don't have any super powers I don't know about, do you?"[/b][/color] I look over my shoulder, seeing people running down the street in a panic. Their screams, muffled by the windows and doors that separate us, are evidence enough of something bad going down on the streets of New York.

[color=00a99d]"No,"[/color] he responds, his eyes going wide. [color=00a99d]"No powers here."[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Get out of here,"[/b][/color] I say to the Bandit, his dog, and the clerk. 

Moving out of the store, I find myself in mass hysteria. Everyone is running, pushing, and climbing over those that fall down. Cars honk their horns, trying to get moving in the gridlock. A few have already crashed on the sidewalk, their drivers abandoning them and taking to foot. Next to me, I see a mother carrying her toddler trip over the curb. I manage to catch her and make sure she can escape unharmed.

"Spider-Woman!" one of the fleeing citizens yells. "Watch out! She's coming!"

[color=ec008c][b]"Who the hell is 'she'!?"[/b][/color] I yell back far too late. The man has turned the corner, and as he does, the booming tremors continue to get closer and closer. 

Turning back towards the direction they are running from, I see a shadow emerge from around the corner, and the tremors gain both strenght and consistency. Suddenly a hand full of searching fingers comes around the corner almost ten stories up, followed by a large, booted foot crashing down on the pavement, crushing cars and splintering concrete. Before long, the entire form of the figure stands before me.

[color=ec008c][b]"Well, you don't see that every day,"[/b][/color] is all that comes out of my mouth as I stare up at the giant, yellow-clad redhead standing in front of me.

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[color=ec008c][b]"Oh crap."[/b][/color]

My spider sense explodes as the giantess picks up a pickup truck and tosses it at me like a freaking football. It spirals, making a terrible whistle as it speeds towards me. I web myself up to the nearest vertical surface, and run up it until I'm about eye-height with the woman. Kicking off the building into a swing, I attempt to close the gap, but her reach is too long. I barely go into a controlled dive in time to dodge the swipe of a massive mitt. 

When I hit the ground, I roll and spring off the ground, bringing myself directly over her two feet. As I soar over them, I lay down a line of webbing, hoping to keep her in one place. It doesn't, of course. She merely pivots on her heels, snapping the line like a thread.

[color=fff79a][b]"Do you think that's going to stop me, Spider?"[/b][/color] the giant booms at me from above. [color=fff79a][b]"You may be quick, but now you're going to see what a spider really feels like!"[/b][/color]

She tries to stomp me like a bug. I yank myself out of the way with a web, and go to swing off. I don't know how I'm going to stop her, but I need to draw her away from buildings where she's going to do more damage. Central Park it is.

Hopefully I can get some help, or an idea, by the time I get there.