Swinging around the city is simply indescribable... just move with your heart, I guess-- swing there, jump off of that, zip onto this... it was just second nature to me.
I clung to an antenna, tuned into the police scanner in my pack and put on my headphones, listening to the now-muffled sounds of the city. The bright LED billboards, the horns on the cars, the people chatting down in the streets... it all felt like a world away up there. The radio crackled to life and I averted my attention back to it, where I managed to hear this.
“Please report, we have shots fired, repeat we have shots fired—any officers near Mansley, please advise.”
I lowered my mask and packed the radio back up, leaving my bag on that roof.
“10-4.” I smiled as I webbed on to a lower building and I leaped into the swing, feeling the rush of adrenaline and the crashing wind blow against me.
I made it to the crime scene and saw a group of thugs in fine suits and using SMGs opening fire on police.
Kingpin’s crew, no doubt...
I swung onto one of the toppled vans and chose my targets, putting on my American accent to hide my identity.
“Alright! Which one of you wants it first?!” I called out.
The thugs all turned and jumped back a tad once seeing me.
“Spider-Man!” One of the thugs called out as he opened fire.
Smiling under my mask, I cartwheeled past the shots, hand standing for a moment as I webbed his gun and pulled from him. I looked to see four others with weapons and used my arm to launch me into the air as I webbed their guns away and landed on my feet, ready to fight. I shot a web at one of them, trapping his hand onto an upturned car. Three of them began to charge at me and so I adapted for the number of enemies—I jumped off the wall and kicked one of them back, elbowed another in the head, and punched the last one in the face, knocking them all out. I saw one more peek out from the other side of the car and I zipped on top of it, looking down on the thug.
“Hello, there.” I said as I webbed him to the wall.
“I... I don’t know nothin’!” The thug called out.
“Oh, good—then you know something.” I teased his double-negative.
I flipped off of the car and leaned back next to the webbed criminal.
“Come on, Spidey... lemme go, dude—I'll get the word out, Spider-Man’s lookin’ for Kingpin’s new lieutenant, I can do that no prob’--”
“So, you know who I’m after? I guess Sombra let you know I’d ask already? Well, I do want you to get the word out... but I also think you know something...” I told him.
“Look, we’ve never seen her face, she’s always done business over the phone—she's real secretive, but I’ll get the word out, I promise!”
“Great... Just wait for that webbing to dissolve—you've got two hours!” I said as I knocked him out and webbed away as the police siren entered my ears.
As I swung off, however, I felt a small sting in my back as I began feeling light-headed... I fell from my web and everything started going dark as I landed on the back of an 18-wheeler...
I woke with a start as I realized that I wasn’t home and that I was wrapped in steel chains. I looked around and saw a large penthouse and I realized where I was...
“Sombra.” I sarcastically called out.
The dark-haired crime lord turned around to face me and walked forwards, his hands behind his back.
“Hello, Spider-Man... it’s been a while since we’ve done business.” He joked.
“Ha... you stealing my jokes, now?” I asked him.
Sombra moved his hands to reveal a blade and held it to my throat.
“You’ve snuffed out my deals in the Lower Districts... and now you’re moving up to Mansley? Come on, man... where else is there for me to make money from, now?”
I tried moving my hands, but the chains held...
“How about a legitimate business, for starters?”
He let out a hearty laugh and moved the blade away.
“Alright... how about I make a deal: You ignore my next deal, and I just might give you a slice?” He offered.
He must’ve been an idiot if he thought I was going to take that deal.
“I’m sorry, Al Capone—but I can never look the other way, you know this.” I told him.
“Oh, come on—it's just a small robbery of some hospital somewhere...”
Hospital?
“Which one?” I quickly asked him—not bothering to wait.
“It doesn’t matter—it's just someplace for vegetables and cripples. Those people are more dead than alive--”
I immediately ripped through the chains, grabbed his throat, and slammed him down to the ground, not bothering to react to the other armed guards drawing their weapons behind me.
“You listen, and you listen good—if you rob Saint Starswirl’s, or any other hospital for that matter, and I’ll use my webbing as a goddamn noose, you hear me?!” My yelling caught him off-guard for a split second as my accent slipped.
Sombra let out a choked chuckle.
“You never killed anyone... but I’ll leave it alone, I guess. Besides, can’t risk face now that the mayor chair’s gonna be empty.”
I released his throat and swung away as the guards began opening fire.
By the time I swung home, it was dark—past my curfew...
My mother’s going to kill me.
I snuck through my window and hoped to sneak into bed, until...
“You’re late.”
I turned to see my mother outside my door flick the light switch on.
“I... got caught in traffic.” I said, not wanting to get too into-detail with my mother.
“Fair enough. Crime never sleeps, right?” She tried to joke.
I chuckled a tad and slowly shut my door so I could change.
“You know, Aunt Celestia’s coming up tomorrow, you should stay here.” My mother called out.
“I wish I could, but I can’t... like you said—crime never sleeps.” I recalled as I changed into some form of nightwear.
“Fair enough... just please try to be back on time—the less Aunt Celestia knows, the better.” She groaned.
I looked onto my wall to see my certificate to Oscorp Sciences hanging, with the words “Welcome to the Future”, signed by Abucus Cinch written on it.
I sighed and laid on my bed, drifting off after a hard day’s work, school and super-heroing and all...