[Home Plot | Mr. Sandman | Pt. IV]

[daretodo]

Boy, talk about being saved by the bad guy! Honestly, I think I would've taken just about any excuse to get the heck out Dodge the second Mary Jane walked through that door. Call me a coward, but there's no sane person on this planet who could tell me that that wasn't the most awkward set-up in the history of mankind. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a

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[notaparker]

As much as this second new universe I've been dumped in is wrong, as much as it pulls me out of my own skin and unsettles me, there's a few things about it I can appreciate.

Mostly, it's the fact that I can work through that unsteady unease in the way I'm accustomed. I can swing through the city again, shooting webs from my fingers. It may seem odd, but that's actually the comforting part, because Pete never had organic web shooters, so as strange as the sensation of ejecting this stuff from my digits might be, it's a sensation that belongs to me, not him. It's my memory, my skill, and I have it back.

Now I just need an opportunity to use it, and my night will improve rapidly. Sure, chances are someone will sass the fact that I'm wearing a hoodie and Spider-Man mask as a costume, but then I'll punch them in the face, it'll be great.

And there it is, that siren call I've been waiting for. Literally, as in, actual sirens. I follow them, and find...

Oh, come on, isn't there enough crime in this city that we can each have our own? I'd

[daretodo]

I don't clue in to who's caught me right away, too busy lifting my mask up over my mouth so I can spit out all the sand I've swallowed, and try this little thing I like to call unencumbered breathing again. While I'm doing this, though, I become distinctly aware of the fact that my would-be lifesaver is wearing the very same mask. Combined with the webs, the penchant for quipping, and the very girly hands, and it's not too hard to piece it together.

"Not that I'm not grateful for the save, Spider-Fan, but what are you wearing?"

[notaparker]

I land on a pillar, ducking around to escape a blast from Electro. So rude, trying to interrupt me when I'm pulling off a save.

I deposit -- I'm hilarious - deposit Peter on solid ground -- well, building -- and say, "It's a hoodie. All the teen superheroes are wearing them these days, don't you watch the CW?"

Not that I do, actually, but I have an impromptu costume to defend here.

Plus, at least I do have a mask to go with it, it's not like I'm relying on convenient shadows to protect my identity.

[daretodo]

"What's the CW?" I ask, taking a second to readjust my mask, keeping my eyes peeled for a fire hydrant. Water's always been the best way to beat Sandman -- he stopped falling for my vacuum trick a long time ago -- but it could help out Electro if I'm not careful about it. We'll have to split up.

"Never mind," I say, jumping back down to the ground. "You take Electro, I'll handle Sandman."