When you've been fighting for it all your life

[spideyguy]

WHO: Peter Parker & OTA
WHAT: Peter is out on patrol when he encounters - you!
WHERE: City of Adventure
WHEN: Afternoon
WARNINGS: None, maybe some fighting.
STATUS: In-Progress

Peter has quickly taken up a patrol circuit in the City of Adventure. It wasn't that difficult, getting into the swing of it; if he could help more people, why wouldn't he? It was no New York, of course, but Peter figured, if he'd been giving an interdimensional-time-travelling-phone, there was probably a reason. Maybe if he took to the streets, he'd be able to track down some answers.

He's just finished webbing up would-be carjackers, barely a bruise to show for the effort. The crime was mild compared to what he was used to, though there did seem to be some conveniently wherever he was looking for it. Guess human nature didn't change that much no matter where you were.

Peter swung back into the street, having to adjust the angle of his webshots to actually hit the buildings and not fall to the concrete. The buildings here aren't as high, he can't aim for something that isn't there. It might seem effortless, but there was a lot of calculation that went into his every twist and turn. He's lucky he found that sort of thing fun.

Comments

[american_alien]

The face he gives back is Pure Teenager because that's exactly what he is, alien or not. It says, in no uncertain terms, that that is a really silly idea.

"I don't normally go around using my... stuff much. But here, no one cares, so it seemed like I could... I dunno. Enjoy it a little."

Like-

"And, uh, well, I was watching because, I, uh... I tried to help someone once. And it didn't go so well. So I thought maybe I could pick up some tricks."

[spideyguy]

Oh Peter remembers that phase. Hell, he's barely out of it himself.

"Well, yeah. Doesn't seem like anyone cal follow you home so...yeah, I guess it is safer." Interesting point. Peter's not embarrassed he didn't think of it before. Nope.

"It takes a while to get the hang of it, really." Peter considers Clark for a long second. "You could tag along. If you wanted. Just stay high enough that I don't run into you, I mean."

[american_alien]

"You haven't run into me yet," he points out, because he does have a bit of pride, albeit weird pride. "And you don't have to worry about me getting hurt or anything. I can take care of myself, at least."

[spideyguy]

"I meant that as an invitation to get a little closer," Peter assures, not meaning it as a slight. Peter wasn't really an advocate for the vigilante lifestyle, but he also knew that if you were prone to it, you'd end up doing it anyway. Might as well help where he could. "Good. These are just minor leagues criminals, though, they're not that much of a threat."

[american_alien]

At the correction, Clark floats in a little closer, frowning a little as Peter continues to talk about 'minor league criminals'.

"They're still criminals, though. They can still hurt people." He glances back towards the last place that Peter'd done his thing.

"They only need one shot to ruin someone's life."

[spideyguy]

"A threat to you. They're not much of a threat to us." Of course it was important to get them off the streets, but to super-powered individuals it didn't take much to take them down. Clark's words do hit something, though, in Peter's chest, and he frowns beneath his mask. One shot. Yeah. "Believe me, I know."

[american_alien]

"You bulletproof too?"

Well, he's not quite bulletproof yet. It hurt. But it wasn't as if most people could largely shrug off a shotgun blast to the face, no. All the same...

"Sounds like you messed up too sometime, huh?"

There's nothing smug or teasing about the question, because to be honest, he takes the whole thing ridiculously seriously. Instead, there's... empathy. An offer to talk, almost, though nothing quite that overt. But the empathy is there.