Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man

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Unwelcome, ever.

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She was not pleased to be lifted, all in all, because her pride did not welcome it, but the alternative was worse and she was a practical woman. So she didn't flinch, and she ignored the pain as much as she could, even if there was no hiding the wince when they were safe and she chuckled, at the Spider's words.

"Oh he'll be fine." She said, convinced. "But go and help anyway, you're strong."

Because there was not such a thing as too much firepower and she knew, like most who had been informed, that Tarre had been looking to recruit and that he, like many of their people, had a weakness for adopting youths in dangerous situations. And it was not as if their group wasn't a mix of backgrounds with one same goal.

And meanwhile, Tarre was fighting. Trying his best not to kill, of course, and his senses helped: connected as he was to the net of life itself, it didn't want lives to be cut off. So he knew almost by instinct when to pull his punches, and the rest was practice and trusting his senses to keep him alive.

Around them, at a signal he sent, a group moved into position, and one of them waved at Spider-Man.

"We're going in." They told him, quickly. "Capture. Are you in?"

Peter looked around the cover he'd ducked behind, a van this time, to scan the area and paused, watching others start to move and seem to have a plan. Were they leaving, the same nerves he had creeping up in his chest moving them too, or did something happen? He frowned and looked around the other abandoned cars, most of them sporting some kind of damage from the fighting, trying to spot any change. Any sign of what was happening now. Being waved to, being waved over by the looks of it, by one of the other Mandalorians who was moving themselves wasn't what he expected, but Peter checked the cloud of fog and moved over closer as quickly as he could before crouching down and listening, "What do you mean capture? You guys are after something?" he asked, looking back at the cloud as he started making out the faint shapes in it as it cleared, "...or someone?"

Around them, others seemed to finish getting into position and Peter could almost feel the little bit of training he'd picked up from SHIELD starting to slot into place in his head. Making sense of positions and intent, who was covering and who was moving in, who were keeping an eye out and how every single one of them was calm and focused on whatever role they were playing for the setup. And there he was, in the middle of it all with them, "...I kinda guess I am, unless you guys have anyone else needing pulled out who got hurt."

SPIDER-MAN: BRAND NEW DAY (2026) // THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 (2014)

"Well to be fair, it wouldn't really be very me of me to not at least try." Peter defended, "It's part of the friendly neighborhood thing, I like people to not be shot at or threatened with varying levels of bodily harm and death. Just because that's my Tuesday night doesn't mean I recommend it." did he know it was going to probably be wildly unsuccessful? Of course he did, no one in journalism got severely mixed reputations and reactions because they backed down easy from a story. If he was honest? Peter got it, and could respect it, even if he wasn't personally excited at the idea of them both pulling on similar strings right now. Which lead to failed attempts to talk the other out of it, but at least he tried.

He blew out a breath and tilted his head, "Any chance the "these guys are dangerous and shouldn't be messed with" talk will get me better results? I've been working on my speech, I think I'm getting pretty good at it."

While he's the weirdly athletic nerd, MJ is quite decidedly not. She's planted her butt on the bleachers with a book while everyone does their fitness challenges, claiming period cramps for the third time this month. Peter finished his exercises and flopped dramatically onto the benches next to her, then squished himself between two of the risers to try to contain his wiggles. MJ snaps her book shut and looks down at him.

MJ was right, he'd done it more than a dozen times by now. Had been going through it a whole two years before even meeting her in freshman year, and he would get through it this time too. Even if it felt impossible, and it would feel even worse tomorrow.

He stayed where he was, tried to convince himself he wasn't counting seconds in his head of how long he was keeping still like it was some new record to break, and finally turned his head. Reaching over and gently nudging MJ's leg, "...Sorry it's just you putting up with it today." because he didn't think that the look she'd shot him had any real anger in it. Annoyance absolutely, but Peter didn't think she was angry with him or the fidgeting. It was just Ned was usually there too to help try and help him manage the wiggling and witness it, and he was out for the day. Which meant he only had MJ to talk to and who actually understood what was going on, and Peter knew he was a handful just to watch right now, and maybe a little annoying. Or a lot annoying, and his friends were too nice to tell him, "...do you really want my books too? I didn't think I had any you liked."

"And I'm definitely buying that issue of Vogue when it comes out, maybe I'll even get it framed." he said, taking the glasses off again but leaving the antennas on before holding them out to Billy in offering again, "Okay seriously, I've worn these for like five minutes now, you have to at least try them out for a little while. I promise I won't let you run into anything." he insisted with a grin, "Come on, thirty seconds? I'll even walk in front of you and keep a hold of your hands to keep you steady if you want."

"That part is more surprising. I mean, risking your life over and over again? Instead of focusing on... college or something. Being a kid," Billy mused. "But I guess she's just as amazed as she was worried. You've saved lives. You've saved worlds. I can't imagine the amount of pride she felt then, too."

He sighed. "Well. Agatha is hard to explain. Her lies are wrapped up in truths and vice versa. It's hard to know when she's being really honest. I mean, when I met her, I thought she was lying when she said that the Witch's Road wasn't real, and then she admitted it was and it turns out... anyway. It's hard to trust her at her word, that's all I'm saying. I don't know about The Vision either. It sounds like he just keeps coming back from the dead, so I don't know. Maybe the Vision in the Anomaly was just like me and Tommy."

Peter twisted his mouth in though, "The stuff with Vision is...kind of a mess. The only thing I know for sure is sometime after the Blip happened, this company SWORD collected his remains, and decided to try and rebuild him again. But because the accords were still in place when they did, they got into huge trouble for making basically a sentient weapon, according to them. I heard they actually did it, but no one has seen him since so..." he looked over at Billy and shrugged, "I guess...yeah, Wanda could have made Vision in there too. That doesn't seem like much of a stretch to imagine."

He smiled hearing Billy laugh and shook his head, "I left a school field trip to go stick to the side of a spaceship and fly to another planet. And I made references to every science fiction movie I could think of the entire trip. I thought Tony's eyes were going to roll into the back of his head at one point." he smiled more at his friend, "But it's a good thing I ended up making it back and can walk off a concussion, you would have been robbed of amazing pizza and puns otherwise."

It was not like Tarre had the time to offer much of an answer, and what he gave, he knew, would not be the most reassuring one:

"Likely not." He told the Spider, before walking into the cloud.

And then everything else was fighting: he did not need his eyes, and while his senses weren't always perfect at tracking bullets, he could track people, and intentions, and he knew far too well how people fought.

And no enemy ever expected him to jump into the fray the way he had. So he was fast, and he was brief, and he did his best not to kill anyone. There was some friendly fire, and someone grazed him by sheer chance, but he was fine enough, and enjoying himself in the way he only did when he was, simply, letting nature flow through him and guide his steps.

The sound of battle was, of course, the sound of chaos and fear, and people not knowing what was getting them, but that was normal.

So were field wounds, and the injured Mandalorian peter had located reached for a knife for a moment, before recognizing the individual she'd been warned about. And then, after a moment, she gestured towards one of the streets. Not the one her squad were hiding in, but the one they'd go to when they saw her moving.

"Can you get me there, Spider?" She asked, through the mask, her accent thick but legible enough, and only a moment of hesitation when choosing English.

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He looked back at the other in front of him, the danger fizzling out and back to tracking the other risks on the street before he looked to see where she was indicating. The next street, not too far away from where they were, but not easy to get to with an injury, “Yeah…yeah of course.” he reached over to get a grip on her and tried to make sure she could hold onto him without too much trouble either, “Okay on one…two….three-” he lifted, easily and slowly. Making sure that he wasn’t holding near the injury itself and risking making it worse before starting to help her over to the other street. Away from the gunfire and the smoke and hopefully towards someone who actually had a medkit of some kind. Trying to make sure neither of them could be seen as they went, or that they weren't out in the open for long if nothing else. Not when the smoke cover wouldn’t last forever and seemed to be steadily spreading and thinning.

Peter walked the Mandalorian over to where she’d pointed and moved to set her down where it looked like she’d be safe, and covered if anyone looked over, “I’m gonna go see if anyone else got hurt or if you’re…uh, boss, I guess, needs help.”