Post by tubbyman on May 14, 2012 21:16:07 GMT -4
Being Spider-Man could be pretty crappy. Due to negative slants in the media, he'd gotten a really bad rap lately, prosecuted by the Daily Bugle for imagined slights and exaggerated mishaps. Like sheep, the people of New York tended to believe it, until the going got rough. Then, he was the one they often looked to for help. It was frustrating beyond belief, and when.... Well, current events.... were factored into that equation, Peter genuinely thought about hanging up his mask and being a normal guy. Such thoughts were fleeting, though, and he hadn't given them any serious consideration for half a decade now. Besides, it's not like the job didn't have its upsides.
He swung through the buildings. Despite being in a full-body costume, he felt unencumbered and the material seemed to breath. He could feel the wind on his face as he streaked through the city. Standard webslinging had become easy for him, routine even, but the thrill of inventing and executing new web-shooter tricks in his downtime never seemed to diminish, even over ten years of practice. Indeed, that just meant he had that much more complete a mastery over his home-brewed web shooters. As much as he had to admit he missed his organic webbing, the devices felt classic to him, and it was much better to have them back than it was sad to lose the bio-webbing.
High-level acrobatics were going all over the place, keeping Peter at top speed and in top form as he raced high above the streets, zooming toward no destination in particular. Flips and turns, cartwheels and barrel rolls, all lined up to bring him to a particularly good vantage point, were executed with flawless ease. He broke into a slowing run on the roof, gradually bringing his momentum to a stop. Thus perched on the top of the four-story building, New York City's resident wall crawler went into a crouch, looking down the the streets below. "Go ahead," he said aloud to nobody in particular, "Show me something better. I dare you." Being Spider-Man could be pretty awesome.
He swung through the buildings. Despite being in a full-body costume, he felt unencumbered and the material seemed to breath. He could feel the wind on his face as he streaked through the city. Standard webslinging had become easy for him, routine even, but the thrill of inventing and executing new web-shooter tricks in his downtime never seemed to diminish, even over ten years of practice. Indeed, that just meant he had that much more complete a mastery over his home-brewed web shooters. As much as he had to admit he missed his organic webbing, the devices felt classic to him, and it was much better to have them back than it was sad to lose the bio-webbing.
High-level acrobatics were going all over the place, keeping Peter at top speed and in top form as he raced high above the streets, zooming toward no destination in particular. Flips and turns, cartwheels and barrel rolls, all lined up to bring him to a particularly good vantage point, were executed with flawless ease. He broke into a slowing run on the roof, gradually bringing his momentum to a stop. Thus perched on the top of the four-story building, New York City's resident wall crawler went into a crouch, looking down the the streets below. "Go ahead," he said aloud to nobody in particular, "Show me something better. I dare you." Being Spider-Man could be pretty awesome.