[@Martian] [color=0072bc][h1][center]Spiderman [/center] [/h1][/color] [img]https://static0.srcdn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/Spider-Man-Original-Black-Suit-Comic.jpg?q=50&fit=crop&w=767&h=450&dpr=1.5[/img] [color=0072bc][h1][center]NYC Streets [/center] [/h1][/color] Peter swung from building to building, patrolling the streets for any criminals that needed an attitude adjustment. Standing on top of a corporate building, he took a moment to take in the sight of NYC. Even after all of these years of protecting the city, he was still amazed by how beautiful the city was even with such large skyscrapers. Scanning the area he noticed a bunch of suspicious men running from a bank into a black sedan. The web-slinger quickly shoots some webs on the adjourned building, swinging himself towards the moving vehicle. Swinging himself so his feet shattered the window of the passenger’s window, kicking one of the robbers in the head. “SHIT IT’S SPIDERMAN!!” One of the robbers in the passenger’s seat aimed his gun at the wall-crawler, Peter quickly grabbed the man by the hand, easily breaking his hand with a loud CRACK. Quickly looking at the driver, he shot a few webs to make his hands stuck to the wheel. “[color=0072bc]Keep your eyes on the road.[/color]” Quickly grabbing the robber he had previously kicked in the head, getting his arm wrapped around his neck. Now focus on the robber near the driver. Shooting a small ball of webs to bounce off the ceiling of the car, hitting the robber in the head Essentially knocking him out cold. Looking over at the man whose hand he just broke, glaring at him underneath his mask. “[color=0072bc]Your move creep.[/color]” Tightening his grip on the neck of the robber, who probably was suffering from a concussion. Before he could react, Peter shot a couple of webs to pin his body to the car door. Knocking out his human shield, before turning his attention towards the driver. Poking his head from between the front seats, “[color=0072bc]Mind pulling over, this is my stop.[/color]” His hand moved towards the man’s jugular. The sedan suddenly stopped with Peter getting out of the passenger’s door. Noticing the cops starting to swarm around the sedan, “Come out of the sedan with your hands up, and lay on your stomach with your hands behind your back.” One of the police officers yelled out, while the other officers finally noticed what had happened. “Oh Spiderman, Thanks for stopping these guys.” One of the cops said while the others noted what happened to the robbers in the car. “[color=0072bc]No problem, it’s a nice break from stopping a crazy in a rhino costume. How’s George?[/color]” Peter had not seen George Stacy for a couple of months now, he had been so busy with being a superhero and trying to take care of Maybelle. He had not had time to visit him, he wondered if the old man was angry at him for not catching up with him. “He’s good, been kinda keeping to himself lately. Wonder if he’s gonna be okay.” This only confirmed to Peter that he should check up on George. God knows he’s feeling alone ever since his wife recently passed away, “[color=0072bc]Come on Pete, you gotta go see George he’s all alone. No daughter and now no wife to keep him company.[/color]” His mind was racing with what he would do next. “[color=0072bc]Well I gotta go, but I’m sure you guys can book the three stooges over here.[/color]” Peter pointed his thumb towards the sedan, hearing the groans of the criminals inside. After saying goodbye to the police officers, he swung around the corner of the street, deciding to give George Stacy a quick visit. While he was making his way to Stacy’s house, he could hear his Avengers ID going offf. “[color=0072bc]Damn it, not now.[/color]” Swinging towards the top of a building, he checked his watch telling him to go to the Avenger’s Mansion for a mission. He could not ignore a call from the Avengers to visit a lonely old man. “[color=0072bc]Sorry George, I promise I will see you later tonight.[/color]” Stating to swing towards the mansion, using as many of the shortcuts as he knew to get there quickly. [color=0072bc][h1][center]Avenger’s Mansion, Situation Room. [/center] [/h1][/color] Walking through the front door he knew the place in and out even with Fury changing the layout during the last few decades. The A.I. in the mansion buzzed to life, “Welcome Mr.Parker, Mr. Rogers and Mr.Fury have not arrived just yet to the mansion. Would you like to go somewhere to pass the time?” Peter smiled underneath his mask, “[color=0072bc]I’ll just be in the gym, let me know when it’s time to head to the situation room.[/color]” And with that, he took the elevator to the gym underneath the first floor. Not bothering to change, and keeping his costume on. Even with his day of fighting crime, he still felt he needed to burn some of this aggression on the punching bag. Finding it oddly soothing to punch the crap out of the sandbag for a couple of hours. “Mr.Parker, you are needed in the situation room.” And with that Peter left the gymnasium, taking the elevator to the situation room. As he walked into the room he noticed Jim Hammond, “[color=0072bc]Hi Jim. Long time no see. How ya been?[/color]” He waved his hand towards the Human Torch. Jim like Captain America and Bucky were heroes that he looked up to as a child. Being told stories by his Uncle Ben, who had been a soldier during WW2. Taking a seat across from The Human Torch, waiting for Cap or Fury to show up and start explaining their mission. Although he was quite hesitant ever at first, since the revelation that Hydra was controlling S.H.I.E.L.D. But Cap had assured him that they would be working for the greater good, and they would be more vigilant of Hydra trying to gain control of the Avengers. A memory came into his head of when he was first starting out as a hero, sitting in the situation room with the many great heroes. Hoping to make a good impression, and have them accept him as an Avenger. By now he had earned his place as an Avenger, even though he felt he doesn’t deserve it.