[indent][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/16dO9Jx.png[/img][/center][COLOR=yellow][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]L O N G  I S L A N D[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][sup][color=darkgray]Night  |  Queens Borough, New York City[/color][/sup]
[i]“You better take your boyfriend and leave, lady, because I’m Spider-Man, and you just made me mad. I’m summoning the spiders. Thousands of them, hundreds of thousands of them! Because I’m Spider-Man!”[/i]

"He is [b]not[/b] my- shit, that's a lot of spiders-"
	
The crash left Scott's head pounding. Every sound he heard was amplified a thousand fold, echoing like thunder over and over in the front of his skull. Painful, obnoxious, hard to ignore. Made it difficult to know what was going on just from sound alone, and it wasn't like he could [i]see[/i] anything. It took a great deal of effort to keep his eyes clamped shut to avoid accidentally pasting the Spider guy all over the road with a sidelong glance.

It sounded like Jean and the other mutant were squaring off, now. She was threatening to tear him open like a tin can if he didn't surrender, and he was planning to...swarm them with spiders, which was apparently something he could do. 'Spider-Man' made some sense in that case. Summers wasn't sure which of them would win that fight. He'd like to think Jean could pull it off, though he was understandably a little biased.

But that wasn't the point.

[i]"Wait!"[/i] Scott called, holding out a hand in the general direction of their voices. This whole bein' blind thing was really inconvenient. "Jean, can you get me my-"

He didn't have to finish before he heard his ruby-red visors skid across the asphalt and smack up against his free hand. Shaky fingers wrapped around the glasses and slipped them back onto his mask and around his head until he heard the two back pieces [i]click[/i] together. He was finally able to see again- red filter or no, it was better than nothing. "Thanks."

And he could see that they'd done a number on this street already. Xavier's old convertible was laying in a heap on some poor family's frontyard, and Jean had decided to make matters worse by tearing up their fence to use as projectiles. Not the best look for the team after that disaster in Bayville.

"Alright, listen," Summers sighed, trying to drag himself to his feet while he talked, "you don't know us. We don't know you. I figure you've got some issues if you're attacking police stations in the dead of night. But so far as I know you didn't kill anybody in there, so...you're not fully gone. But you hear that, right?" He motioned to the air, cocking his head to the side. The roar of sirens was creeping a little close for comfort. "That's the sound of a lot of really angry cops coming this way. Guys with guns who probably won't stop to talk, if you catch my drift."

"But we can help you. We're the X-Men. Helping mutants out of tough spots is sort of our thing."

Jean didn't drop her guard. She still kept her barrage of fence pickets floating right above her head, ready to throw them into Spider-Man's face if he so much as twitched wrong. "I don't know about this." She muttered to Scott, bouncing anxiously on the balls of her feet. "This guy, I don't think he's-"

Summers held a hand out toward her. He knew she'd give him hell for it later, but right now wasn't the time to argue about it. "I'd rather not have to knock you out to save your life. Don't make this harder than it already is."
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