2019-07-01 - On Spiders and Roller Skates

Summary:

Darcy runs afoul of a mugger, gets rescued by Spider-Man, then goes webslinging.

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Storyteller: None
Date: Mon Jul 1 00:00:00 2019
Location: Queens, NYC

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darcy-lewispeter-parker

Work done, Darcy had a date!

Okay, not really a date-date in the romantic date like sense. No. Darcy's date was with a pack of rough-n-tumble girls in short shorts and roller skates. She'd recently made the team in Midtown, and was told that they were going to do a scrimmage with the Bees of Queens. She got out of work, changed out of her almost banker looking business suit and made for mass transit.

The sun was headed toward the horizon and many parts of landscape where already shaded by the tall buildings and such as Darcy stepped from the Subway entrance in the part of Queens she needed to be. It was a few more blocks to walk, but that could be a pre-workout. In short shorts, a t-shirt that was cut up and retied to look like a corset, and fish nets with large gaping holes in them, Darcy walked down the side-walk, earbuds in. She bobbed her head to the music, one hand on the strap of her lumpy workout bag.

It's a shame, really. But she had his money, after all. He was just taking it back.
Morris knew women were treacherous, so he just had to be treacherous first. It was their fault, really.
Darcy is passing by a breezeway between two buildings when a large man blindsides her, nearly plowing into her as he pushes her into the breezeway and out of sight. It's something he has done many times before, and he has gotten quite good at it.
He slams her against the wall, and then she feels the Business End of the short-barreled .38 press just under her jaw.

"BAG. RINGS. JEWELRY. NOW!" A mugger of few words.

She hadn't heard anything. Really, Darcy ought to learn to be more paranoid about walking in New York without being able to hear things? In any case, she hadn't noticed this Morris guy until he'd very neatly got her into the breezeway and slammed her into a wall. The jarring impact yanked the earbuds out of her ears in time for her to feel his .38 under her jaw and his voice shouting at her.

"The fuck is wrong with your head?" she retorts, bright pink eyes blinking her attacker into focus. Her hair was braided back, and her lips were painted bright cherry red.

"Bag aint got shit you want or can pawn, and I ain't wearing any jewelry, dumb fuck." Darcy, mugger victim of many words. Not all of them are advisably.

Morris looked confused for a moment, then grabbed her bag and stepped back, but he kept the gun pointed at her head as he dropped the bag to the ground, cocking the hammer back. "You have my MONEY! Where's my MONEY?" he barked as he yanked the zipper, one boot holding the bag.
This division of attention wasn't really working for Morris. He kept looking from her to the bag, but the gun stayed on her. If she moved, she was going to get shot, and he seemed to have no problem with that.
Then he looked down one too many times.
Darcy saw it the same time she heard it. THWIPP! And suddenly the gun in the right hand was no longer a gun hand. It was a boxing glove hand, thick and puffy and covered witth something. Morris seemed to twinge to the sudden weight and looked stupidly at his right hand, then held it out at Darcy and tried pulling the trigger.
There was a dull thud. Nothing.
"Shame, shame, SHAME, Morris. You're out on BAIL, too."
Morris looked up and saw a red-and-blue figure, the costume gleaming in the dim light.

Spider-Man looked at Darcy, then asked, "Did he hurt you?"

"I ain't got cash, stupid-ass," Darcy said, moving her mouth since she was not about to try to run (best way to get shot) or tackle the dude (another great way to get shot). Besides, she saw his look of confusion, and she knew that when he opens her bag to find safety gear for skateboarding, some athletic socks (May or may not be clean, Darcy forgot to check that), two water bottles with some amount of water in them, a box of tampons, and some taped all to hell roller skates, he's likely not going to be pleased. About to say more, Darcy blinks stupidly for a moment at the sudden appearance of white goo on the mugger's hand. Her head tilts.

Darcy cringes back as he pulls the trigger, and a few seconds later she opens one eye to peer back at him when all that sounded was a dull thud. Her chin cants up in unison with Morris, and her red lips part at the sight.

"NOpe. But Imma about to beat his ass if he breaks a skate," she says, just taking the costumed person in stride and looking back down at her attacker. Aha! Tables have turned. Darcy jerks her upper body forward, that ineffective puff-up tough-guy motion gangsters in TV dramas and broadway use to 'look super tough'.

Morris actually tries to wave his right hand around, as if that is going to disladge the webbing around it. He backs away from Spider-Man, holding up the webbed hand. "You can't catch me, Spider!"
Spider-Man rolls his eyes and says to Darcy, "Hang on." He aims one hand, and suddenly a round web-ball launches at Morris. Morris side-steps, and the ball hits the street next to his foot.
Morris sneers, "Ha! You missed m-"
And then the ball explodes in webbing, planting Morris against a dumpster and webbing him firmly to it.
"…missed making a fool out of you, Morris? Not HARDLY." Spidey drops to the street, since Morris is no longer a factor in any equation of theirs. "Leave him for the cops…want some help?" And he actually crouches down to help put the spilled items back in the bag.

Darcy watches the exchange, her body relaxing fully when Morris ends up webbed to a dumpster. Trash with the trash. She kneels, hands grabbing her things before she smirks up at blue and red spandex man.

"Sure, if you've got time, Money-Shot-Man," she says. Because Darcy has no sense of appropriateness. "Thanks for the rescue."

"Money-Shot-Man? That's a new one. You can call me Spidey, Spider-Man…you can even call me Webhead. And you are…?"
Spidey looks down at the elbow pads and skates. "Wow. These have seen a lot of mileage. So, either you're clumsy, which I'm not seeing…or you run into people while on skates a lot."

"I run into people on skates alot. I'm a blocker. And my name is Tits McGee," says Darcy, holding out a hand and grinning broadly. Codename for a codename after all? "Nice to meet you."

Spidey blinks. "I'm…going to call you Miss McGee, because there is no way I'm calling you by your first 'name." He shakes her hand, and she can feel the edge og the webshooter rig on his inner wrist. "Are you heading to someplace close by? I don't wanna be around when the cops show up on this guy."

Darcy can't help but laugh, shaking his hand before hauling her skate bag back up onto her shoulder.

"Well, then don't come to about at cheer for me. Chant usually goes something along the lines of Go Tits Go," she comments, snickering again. The chuckles fade to a mischievous grin, glancing over at Morris before she pulls out her cell phone to snap a picture.

"Few blocks from here. You need to jet cuz cops want you as much as they want Dip Schitt over there or is it that you're ashamed of being seen in public in your pajamas? Not that you should," she says, pausing from taking the photo of Morris to letting her gaze flit up and down Spider-Man's frame. A thoughtful twist of her lips and appreciative quirk of her brow present as she brings her gaze back up to the whites where his eyes are. And oddly, that doesn't seem awkward for her, to look at white pupilless eyes that size and that shape.

"You've got one hell of a body." There's nothing lustful about her words. They are said simply, stated as a fact that should be said aloud so that others will know the truth of her words. "Gymnast? No… pole-dancer. Fuck, I'd spend some of my fun money on that. Probably more than some."

Spider-Man seems a little startled at the pole-dancer comment, and he actually looks a little uncomfortable.
"The former, not the latter. I actually need it to fit like this so there's less to grab onto. Especially when I'm doing the webslinging thing for hours at a stretch. If you aren't in a hurry, we can walk over there. I get odd looks, but I always get those. If you're in a hurry, though, and can handle rollsercoasters, I could give you a lift."

Seeing him shift in slight discomfort, Darcy's smirk slides into a soft smile.

"I'm not in a hurry, but I love roller coasters. So, I'll leave it up to you. Whichever makes you happier," she says, leaving off any further comment about his body and his suit.

Spidey chuckles. "Well, it would get us both out of her faster." He webs up a quick sling for Darcy to sit in behind him. "Wrap your arms around my chest. You won't have to worry about falling out, but it keeps my center of gravity from moving around. You want the Kiddie Coaster Ride or the Cyclone Ride?"

Smiling, Darcy tucks her phone away into her bra, settles herself into the sling, and readjusts her lumpy bag in a way she hopes won't bug him. (Ha! bug a spider!!!)

"Hm… How 'bout the kiddie ride this time and next time, when I'm not lugging around a bag of crap, you can give me the cyclone ride of death?" Darcy offers and manages NOT to make any of that sound like an innuendo. She did good! Someone give her a cookie.

Spidey nods, then reaches out and up and two thin weblines arc out to reeach the edge of the roof overhead. he quickly winds them up, clinging to the pavement, then said, "Don't scream."
Then his feet let go and they are both slingshotted up and past the roof and are soon about 20 feet above the building. Then he fires another webline and says back to Darcy, "Point it out to me, okay?"

Don't scream! HA! Darcy smiles and nods anyway, excited by what's to come. She tosses her arms about his chest and leans in, unnaturally pink eyes bright. Pulled up and into the rooftops, Darcy doesn't scream. She laughs. It's bright and happy and carefree.

"Yeah. Sure. You know where Crazy Legs is?" she asks, looking up at him as they swing.

Spidey thinks, but subvocalizes, "ALICE, Crazy Legs establishment."
In response, a blue dot appears on the HUD, poised over one building.
"I see it. We'll head straight there."
He was so glad Miss McGee wasn't a puker. And she honestly enjoyed the experience. He found that quite a few did.
They swung between two tall buildings, and Spidey held on as they went up and up and up, and then they were flying through the air in a high arc. As they reached the top of the arc, Darcy felt a full second of complete weightlessness as gravity equalized with upward movement, and then they were descending on the other end of the hill, and another THWIPP came and they were on the ride again.

"Awesome," Darcy says, looking around as they swing around a building. UP and up and up they go, and then weightless - Darcy's giggling again. Her grip doesn't faulter nor does it tighten. It stays just as it is, as she laughs into the free fall that smooths out into another elegant sweep of web-slinging. Content and completely trusting this super-stranger, Darcy enjoys the ride, giggling and laughing, but never screaming or struggling from fear.

Spidey angles in from a high point and uses a new webline to slow them down, and then they are coming into the area of Crazy Legs. He slows down with another webline, and then he steps onto the roof of the building as if stepping off he crosstown bus. "All right, the ride is over, please make sure you have all of your belongings," he says almost casually.
He likes this. He forgets sometimes how thrilling at can be, and doing this sort of thing always reminds him all over again.

That casual tone has Darcy giggling brightly. Sure, she's got fly-aways, but she has zero cares about that. This was the best, and her looks be damned. Stepping from the sling Spider-Man made for her, Darcy does indeed check that she has everything before turning to Spidey and offering a bright-eyed, flushed cheeked thumbs up.

"That was fucking awesome, man. Can I get a selfie?"

Spider-Man shrugs. "Okay. But no butt-grabbing. The last person taking a selfie did that and it showed up on Spider-Fail.com. I looked like I'd been tasered."

The comeback has Darcy looking completely shocked.

"Fuck no. I've got way more class than that," she states, pulling out her phone and getting her camera into the right mode.

"I'd ask for permission first. Fuck," she offers, while holding up the camera at JUST the right angle.

"Ok. Ready?" she asks, waiting for him to confirm that he likes the angle of the picture and that she can snap the selfie before -click-. Darcy's pulling up the selfie to look at it, offering it out to Spidey for his review.

"Thanks, Spider-Man. For the resuce, the lyft, and the selfie."

Spider-Man nods. "Hey, that looks pretty good. You've got an eye for composition. Course, the new suit has a little texture shine I like, too, and that came out good in the picture." He looks to Darcy. "Thank you, McGee. For reminding me not to take things for granted."

Darcy smiles warmly, rolling a shoulder. "I took a course on Cousera. I'm about to sign up for Skillshare on a free trial, so I'm excited about that," she's saying, rambling really, while posting on Instagram with an link to her Twitter and Facebook. 'Saved from a mugging by Spider-Man #MyHero

She again shows Spidey before posting.

"Got a hashtag you like?" she says, skipping right over his thanks. She heard it. It made her blush lightly. She just didn't want to make a big deal about it, so ignoring it it is!

Spidey thinks for a moment, He's not big on social media himself. It can be addicting and toxic in many places. But if he must get involved…
"Okay. I've got one. #NYCSpiderMan." Because New York is his home, after all.

Darcy looks at Spidey like he's got a spider on his face.

"NYCSpiderMan is not sound like a hashtag. It sounds like a handle, which I would totally tag if you want me to. But, sure… #NYCSpiderMan it is…" She types is, and the @ version, just to see if anything comes up. And #FriendlyHero gets added, because Darcy had considered that some super heroes might end up a little like those celebrities too overwhelmed with their image that they are jerks to their fans and so come of as rude asshats. She posts it and tucks her phone away.

"Welp, I guess this is peace out until next time?"

Spidey smirks. She can see it under the mask. "McGee, I sincerely hope we NEVER have to meet under rthese circumstances again. But…maybe if you've got a game or a match scheduled, you can send me a text and let me know. If I can make it, I'll come by and watch. I may have to watch from the nosebleed seats or up in the rafters so I don't become the focus of attention, but I WILL buy a ticket."

"Sure. But you'll have to give me your number so I can text you," replies Darcy without missing a beat and while handing over her unlocked phone so Spidey can add his digits.

"Hang on, I want to test something."
Spidey points at the phone, and suddenly a new contact appears named WEBHEAD and a phone number.
He grins. "Hey, that worked as well as it did the last time."

"Fuck! That's awesome," Darcy laughs, looking at her phone and then opening the contact to see if thre's a picture. If not, she has that selfie.

"Thanks, Webster," she says then, looking up at Spider-Man and grinning. "I'll let you know when my first official game here is. Tonight's just a scrimmage."

Spidey nods, then blinks as a new message appears on the HUD. ATM Robbery - Armed. A red dot appears over a building ten blocks away.
"Crud. I'm back on the job, McGee. Take care of yourself!" He waves, then runs for the opposite edge of the building, swan-diving off of it before a THWIPP can be heard and Darcy sees him swinging away, doing a quad somersault before spinning anohter line.

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