Summary:A couple thugs decide to assault people at the wrong time and end up getting turned in. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Classes are over for the day, and while Miles Morales has plenty of homework to be done (and will, in fact, find himself in the autopsy suite sometime around three in the morning, trying to remember which of the cadavers is his to operate on), he nonetheless has made his way off the university campus. The tall young man is dressed in form fitting black with white webbing stitched over his body and face, a black hoodie with red fabric inside the hood, a red spider on his chest.
Yes, true-believers, the Second Spider is here! How exciting for you all.
Really, the plan is to get himself across town to Brooklyn, because he has a shift delivering pies for Giamatti's of Brooklyn. And he fully intends to get there in short order — but when he spies a pair of hoods lurking at the mouth of an alley, well, the ol' spider-sense doesn't tingle, but the street-sense does give Miles a jolt. He's clinging to the building above them, and makes his way around the corner to find a third tough glaring down at a kid, probably only ten, twelve.
Meanwhile, on pretty much the other side of said wall Miles is clinging to, a training lesson is coming to its end. A small training Dojo that had been set up in the third floor, and just some minute later the back door swings open to let a couple students out. Most turn right to the main road, but one of them not. She got red hair, tied back into a ponytail, the Akido Gi with the white top and blue Hakama telling what she had been training back there while her left hand carried the sportsbag. And she was closing in on the bullies…
Miles doesn't know a Hakama from a Hapkido. He does, however, know a commonplace bully from the sort of thugs he sees below. The two on the street watch as the redhead approaches, though they try to look as though they aren't watching at all. A practiced eye would notice that one has a holster strapped to his belt, a pistol tucked into it snugly. The other is paring his nails with a sharp and evil-looking knife. Maybe they're trying to be intimidating. Maybe this is just what they do for fun.
In the alley, though, Miles knows he can't go on to work without helping out the kid. The young man drops from the wall, twisting to land on his feet, quiet on the asphalt — nothing more than a faint 'pa-pat' as his feet hit the ground. "Hey, stinky," he says, tapping the mook on the shoulder. "Pick on somebody your own size, why don't you?"
The redhead smiles as she tries to pass the two armed brutes on her way to the bully, just when the Second Spider drops from the wall, stopping inbetween the two for a couple too many moments. But even while she wasn't showing it, she was ready to defend herself.
The spoken words from the alleyway draw the attention of the men to either side of the girl dressed for martial arts practice. The man with the gun reaches for the holster, though doesn't draw it. The other flips the knife in his hand, bringing it into position to strike. Neither of them seem to consider Junko a threat. "Better clear out, girlie," says Knifey-Boy. "We gotta fight a spider, things're gonna get messy."
In the alley, the big mook, a good five inches taller than Miles, turns to regard the flea who's bothering him. He cracks his knuckles. "I don't see nobody around here who's my size," he rumbles. "You gonna take me?"
"Run, kid," Miles says to the child, who doesn't need any further instruction. He races down the alley, away from the thugs, away from his rescuer, without a word to indicate gratitude. "Yeah, man," Miles tells the big guy. "I'm gonna take you."
Junko just tilted the head a tiny bit as the knifed one turned to face the spider, trying to make her run. She didn't. Instead, she dropped her bag and her left hand darted forward, grabbing for the hand with the knife while in a twist of her body, just before twisting back, her right foot kicking for the knee of Knifey-boy and trying to direct the bladed hand towards his pal. "I understand, your friend with the gun here is named Spider."
To say Knifey-Boy is surprised would be something of an understatement — not merely because the girl can fight, but because his blade is going precisely where he didn't intend it to go — into Gunhand McCauley's left buttock. Gunhand was reaching for his weapon, yelps as the knife pierces his bottom, and then, having jerked his gun free, he proceeds to literally shoot himself in the foot.
Miles watches the young woman at the alley's entrance make short work of the thugs over there from the corner of his eye. Satisfied that she has things well in hand he focuses his attention on his own problem. Big Man is big. He's muscular. And he's kind of grey-ish of skin. Miles dodges his attack, launches a pair of punches to the side of the man's abdomen, a quick one-two combo — and then draws back with a hiss of pain. "What are you, made of stone?" he demands.
"Nah," says Big Man. "Lead." He swings again — but while he's big, he's also slow. And Miles, despite nursing hurting hands, is able to dodge away once more.
Having pretty much disabled both, the redhead lifts her left hand just high enough to deliver a sharp edge stike to the wrist of Knifey, attempting to have him let go of the knife he had stuck into his friend. A quick sidestep follows and then she does a similar strike onto the gun handling brute, but this time ffrom the side so he would shoot int the walls at best. "You need to learn gun safety, Spider. Fingers off the trigger till you are ready to shoot." she lectures as she reaches to 'Spider's' neck to pull him down and give him a rendezvous with her knee. Or rather his nose.
McCauley is trying to say something as he takes a knee to the face and, like Knifey-Boy, goes down. It might have been 'My name's not 'Spider',' but it's impossible to tell now that he's gone to sleep. He's going to need an ambulance.
Meanwhile, Miles is dodging blow after slow blow from Big Man who is getting irritable. He's started shouting stuff like 'Keep still, you stupid insect!' and things of that nature. The usual fare from stupid criminals who have never read a comic book.
"You know spiders aren't insects, right?" Miles asks, ducking under a swing, coming up outside the range of Big Man's fists. "They're arachnids. But, I mean, the original Spider-Man has had this conversation with every thug in the city by now, I'm pretty sure. I don't know how he missed you. You're big. Anyway, let's talk about you." Miles has the mouth of the Spider-Men, certainly. "Lead is great, you know. It's a fantastic conductor. Are you lead all the way through? Or just on the surface?" Swing, duck, swing sidestep, swing, step in close, hand to face, venom blast.
Big Man slumps to the ground.
"Just the surface," Miles concludes. "Sucks to be you."
Junko sighs as the guy goes down, picking up her sports bag again, rufflign through it to get out her cellphone. "Great, now I need to explain to some blues how these two guys threatened me and why I knocked them out cold…" She throws a short look to Miles as he finishes off his thug, but continues to make sure Knifey is out just as cold as his friend, slipping off one of her shoes and using her socked foot to search his neck pulse and gently pressing on it to ensure a blackout.
Hard to check the pulse of a guy made of lead. Harder to bind him, too. Miles does the best he can, taking a fallen piece of a fire escape and bending it around Big Man. He's got the strength to do it — but he's not sure Big Man couldn't rip it off like tissue paper.
With this done the young man in black turns back toward the alley's mouth and walks toward Junko. "Thanks for takin' out those guys," he says. Always easier when I don't have to fight three at once."
"It's ok, but the blues will need your statement. I mean, thee two I might get off the streets for assaulting me… but the other one? No idea.." Junko answers, slowly eying up the Second Spider as she slips her shoe back on, tapping on her phone but not pressing green yet.
Under his mask, Miles grimaces. He's going to be late for work. "Letting the police know what's going on is part of the job," he replies with a sigh. At least this isn't his father's beat. "Go ahead and call 'em. It's all good."
Junko nods as she sends green though, waiting for the operator. "I was assaulted in the back alley between this and that place. I am unhurt, but the two thugs hurt each other as I defended myself and need an ambulance. There was also their leader…" She offers the phone to Miles.
Miles takes the phone from the redhead. "Yes," he says. "This is the Second Spider. The young lady was assaulted while I was stopping a third man from attacking a child. Kid ran off, but I've got the big guy — some dude made of lead — wrapped up in an old wrecked piece of a fire escape." He pauses a moment, rubs his face through the mask. "Yes, I can wait while for the officers to get here." He hands the phone back to Junko, leans back against the wall. Sometimes it doesn't pay to be a hero.
Junko Saito takes the phone back, taking a couple instructions before answering some more questions and then the waiting game starts. "So, a spider theme seems to be en vougue…" she says, chuckling a little as she makes sure that neither of the thugs bleeds out while they wait for the ambulance. "Or are you all… hatching from some secret spider den?"