The Ultimate Spider-Man

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"You're a dork..." She quibs as she waves the fireman off. "Thank you again sir." She takes his hand as she weaves them out the fire station.

A genuine laugh leaves her. "You can't just assume.. everyone hates you." She reached up and jabbed his cheek. Gently rocking him back on his feet.

"Just because he..." She gestures to the newspapers of the Daily Bugle on a new stand. "Doesn't mean every single person in this city does...." She reminds him gently.

She beams as they returned to their original spot, right by the water fountain. She got to work on a hydrant as she screw on the sprinkler spigot. She offers a wrench to him

"Besides, I've got friends like you to help me be normal... or try to; I've been told I have a thick skull." He knocks on the side of his head for emphasis, and leaning into the joke avoids him getting too mushy.

He spares the briefest glare at the news stand, specifically the Bugle papers. "Easier said than done. He's got this creepy little way of turning the city against me whenever I'm having a good day." He waggles his fingers in a supposedly creepy motion.

A sigh leaves her as she heard the neighborhood kids come by. "Can we play in the water?"

She eyes Spidey for a second as she smiles. "Yeah. That's why we did this...go right ahead kids." She walks a bit back for the kids to have fun. She sighs softly as she wipes her forehead.

Following April's lead, he takes a step back as well, less worried about cramping the kids' fun than he is about the cold water leaching into the fabric on his feet. Talk about getting cold feet. He can enjoy it all from outside of the slowly growing puddle.

"Okay Spidey. I think that'll all the heat I can take." She turns to face him as she steps closer. "Are we still on for our game tonight?" She whispers softly as she smiles. Big blue eyes shimmer with glee as she steps back.

To April, just because she was friends with the masked hero. Doesn't mean she isn't friends with the man behind the mask. And being friends to both means a lot to her.

"Our game? Yeah, we're still on," he confirms, matching her volume. "I'm not going to say anything that's going to jinx me, but, you know..." There has been no villain activity, barely even criminal activity, for all of his patrol, and that likely isn't going to change. "So, we're still good."

"If you visit anyone near my home. Stop by for a second. My sisters would love to see you also!"

She looks around as she gave him a side hug. A big grin on her lips as she sighs. This heat was becoming brutal. "Okay, now I must get out of this heat!"

April's declaration makes him laugh. He couldn't agree more; this heat is awful. "I'm sure they will!" he calls as he waves, watching April disappear into the crowd.

Spider-Man takes a moment to make sure everything is okay around the fire hydrant before he leaves, no lost kids, scraped knees, stuff like that. Then, he's back on patrol, swinging fast purely to get the rush of wind to cool himself off, and it's fun. He makes a few stops around the city to help some people, bother some friends, pet a few cats, the usual. Maybe he lingers at his last stop for the day a little longer than he should. It's not his fault Oscorp has such good AC. He still has goosebumps by the time he leaves, now in a new shirt—thank you, Harry—that isn't sweaty and wearing a borrowed backpack for his suit and the old shirt.

"Hi~ oh you got me tea!" She pulls him inside as she gasps. "You're sweating stillll- gross!" She laughs as she help him inside. The house was cold with the AC, her families home was always welcoming.

To the warm tones of green and blue. To the large living room with the TV and games set up. "Have you ate yet? My mama is making a lasagna." She points out as the waff of food welcomes their senses.

As April asks if he's eaten yet, he shakes his head. "Nope, not yet. And even if I did, I'm pretty sure I have a second stomach just for your mom's cooking," he jokes. It would be absurd of him to refuse; her family's cooking is way too good to turn down.

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"You're a dork..." She quibs as she waves the fireman off. "Thank you again sir." She takes his hand as she weaves them out the fire station.

A genuine laugh leaves her. "You can't just assume.. everyone hates you." She reached up and jabbed his cheek. Gently rocking him back on his feet.

"Just because he..." She gestures to the newspapers of the Daily Bugle on a new stand. "Doesn't mean every single person in this city does...." She reminds him gently.

She beams as they returned to their original spot, right by the water fountain. She got to work on a hydrant as she screw on the sprinkler spigot. She offers a wrench to him

"Besides, I've got friends like you to help me be normal... or try to; I've been told I have a thick skull." He knocks on the side of his head for emphasis, and leaning into the joke avoids him getting too mushy.

He spares the briefest glare at the news stand, specifically the Bugle papers. "Easier said than done. He's got this creepy little way of turning the city against me whenever I'm having a good day." He waggles his fingers in a supposedly creepy motion.

A sigh leaves her as she heard the neighborhood kids come by. "Can we play in the water?"

She eyes Spidey for a second as she smiles. "Yeah. That's why we did this...go right ahead kids." She walks a bit back for the kids to have fun. She sighs softly as she wipes her forehead.

Following April's lead, he takes a step back as well, less worried about cramping the kids' fun than he is about the cold water leaching into the fabric on his feet. Talk about getting cold feet. He can enjoy it all from outside of the slowly growing puddle.

"Okay Spidey. I think that'll all the heat I can take." She turns to face him as she steps closer. "Are we still on for our game tonight?" She whispers softly as she smiles. Big blue eyes shimmer with glee as she steps back.

To April, just because she was friends with the masked hero. Doesn't mean she isn't friends with the man behind the mask. And being friends to both means a lot to her.

"Our game? Yeah, we're still on," he confirms, matching her volume. "I'm not going to say anything that's going to jinx me, but, you know..." There has been no villain activity, barely even criminal activity, for all of his patrol, and that likely isn't going to change. "So, we're still good."

"If you visit anyone near my home. Stop by for a second. My sisters would love to see you also!"

She looks around as she gave him a side hug. A big grin on her lips as she sighs. This heat was becoming brutal. "Okay, now I must get out of this heat!"

April's declaration makes him laugh. He couldn't agree more; this heat is awful. "I'm sure they will!" he calls as he waves, watching April disappear into the crowd.

Spider-Man takes a moment to make sure everything is okay around the fire hydrant before he leaves, no lost kids, scraped knees, stuff like that. Then, he's back on patrol, swinging fast purely to get the rush of wind to cool himself off, and it's fun. He makes a few stops around the city to help some people, bother some friends, pet a few cats, the usual. Maybe he lingers at his last stop for the day a little longer than he should. It's not his fault Oscorp has such good AC. He still has goosebumps by the time he leaves, now in a new shirt—thank you, Harry—that isn't sweaty and wearing a borrowed backpack for his suit and the old shirt.

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"You're a dork..." She quibs as she waves the fireman off. "Thank you again sir." She takes his hand as she weaves them out the fire station.

A genuine laugh leaves her. "You can't just assume.. everyone hates you." She reached up and jabbed his cheek. Gently rocking him back on his feet.

"Just because he..." She gestures to the newspapers of the Daily Bugle on a new stand. "Doesn't mean every single person in this city does...." She reminds him gently.

She beams as they returned to their original spot, right by the water fountain. She got to work on a hydrant as she screw on the sprinkler spigot. She offers a wrench to him

"Besides, I've got friends like you to help me be normal... or try to; I've been told I have a thick skull." He knocks on the side of his head for emphasis, and leaning into the joke avoids him getting too mushy.

He spares the briefest glare at the news stand, specifically the Bugle papers. "Easier said than done. He's got this creepy little way of turning the city against me whenever I'm having a good day." He waggles his fingers in a supposedly creepy motion.

A sigh leaves her as she heard the neighborhood kids come by. "Can we play in the water?"

She eyes Spidey for a second as she smiles. "Yeah. That's why we did this...go right ahead kids." She walks a bit back for the kids to have fun. She sighs softly as she wipes her forehead.

Following April's lead, he takes a step back as well, less worried about cramping the kids' fun than he is about the cold water leaching into the fabric on his feet. Talk about getting cold feet. He can enjoy it all from outside of the slowly growing puddle.

"Okay Spidey. I think that'll all the heat I can take." She turns to face him as she steps closer. "Are we still on for our game tonight?" She whispers softly as she smiles. Big blue eyes shimmer with glee as she steps back.

To April, just because she was friends with the masked hero. Doesn't mean she isn't friends with the man behind the mask. And being friends to both means a lot to her.

"Our game? Yeah, we're still on," he confirms, matching her volume. "I'm not going to say anything that's going to jinx me, but, you know..." There has been no villain activity, barely even criminal activity, for all of his patrol, and that likely isn't going to change. "So, we're still good."

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"You're a dork..." She quibs as she waves the fireman off. "Thank you again sir." She takes his hand as she weaves them out the fire station.

A genuine laugh leaves her. "You can't just assume.. everyone hates you." She reached up and jabbed his cheek. Gently rocking him back on his feet.

"Just because he..." She gestures to the newspapers of the Daily Bugle on a new stand. "Doesn't mean every single person in this city does...." She reminds him gently.

She beams as they returned to their original spot, right by the water fountain. She got to work on a hydrant as she screw on the sprinkler spigot. She offers a wrench to him

"Besides, I've got friends like you to help me be normal... or try to; I've been told I have a thick skull." He knocks on the side of his head for emphasis, and leaning into the joke avoids him getting too mushy.

He spares the briefest glare at the news stand, specifically the Bugle papers. "Easier said than done. He's got this creepy little way of turning the city against me whenever I'm having a good day." He waggles his fingers in a supposedly creepy motion.

A sigh leaves her as she heard the neighborhood kids come by. "Can we play in the water?"

She eyes Spidey for a second as she smiles. "Yeah. That's why we did this...go right ahead kids." She walks a bit back for the kids to have fun. She sighs softly as she wipes her forehead.

Following April's lead, he takes a step back as well, less worried about cramping the kids' fun than he is about the cold water leaching into the fabric on his feet. Talk about getting cold feet. He can enjoy it all from outside of the slowly growing puddle.

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"You're a dork..." She quibs as she waves the fireman off. "Thank you again sir." She takes his hand as she weaves them out the fire station.

A genuine laugh leaves her. "You can't just assume.. everyone hates you." She reached up and jabbed his cheek. Gently rocking him back on his feet.

"Just because he..." She gestures to the newspapers of the Daily Bugle on a new stand. "Doesn't mean every single person in this city does...." She reminds him gently.

She beams as they returned to their original spot, right by the water fountain. She got to work on a hydrant as she screw on the sprinkler spigot. She offers a wrench to him

"Besides, I've got friends like you to help me be normal... or try to; I've been told I have a thick skull." He knocks on the side of his head for emphasis, and leaning into the joke avoids him getting too mushy.

He spares the briefest glare at the news stand, specifically the Bugle papers. "Easier said than done. He's got this creepy little way of turning the city against me whenever I'm having a good day." He waggles his fingers in a supposedly creepy motion.

No, but really, it was a gift from my pal Doc Connors that he gave me on my first day at S.H.I.E.L.D. (I know, a whole bike? And yeah, he's simply awesome like that) and it can get me to some places faster, and is less stress on the shoulders

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.

"You're fine. It's hot and humid. I don't think anyone wants Spider-Man to have a heat stroke in this weather. You're supposed to protect us."

She giggles afterwards, enjoying this as they weave through the crowds. Her steps light and careful as she hops around people.

Once they got to the station, she gently walks in with him as she gently waves. "Hello, we're interested in a water spigot for the fire hydrants."

One of the firefighters nods their heads and gave one over. "Of course. Just attach to the end of a fire hydrant, works like our hoses do, and it'll start sprinkling water out. It's not many people who come in asking..."

"Not gonna cause any trouble, I swear. Cross my heart and hope to die," he promises, mostly as a joke as he holds a hand to his heart. However, with Jameson's constant slandering some folks don't trust him much. Whatever story they believe, menace, incompetent fool, conspiring criminal, none are all that great. "Just trying to help everyone cool off."

An itty-bitty promise wouldn't do much convincing for someone who really doesn't like him, but it's worth a shot. He can't go living life assuming everyone hates him. Too much of a waste of energy, especially in this heat.

He leans over April's shoulder to look at the water spigot in her hands, studying it briefly. "So... mission accomplished?" he asks, straightening back up.

"Oh, that's nice," Spider-Man sighs as he leans back on the edge of the fountain. Maybe deciding to go on patrol at noon wasn't his brightest idea. Not even the rush of the wind flying past while he was swinging helped cool him off. The sun's heat is oppressive, considerably worse closer to the ground than up in the air, but he would bake all the same on a rooftop. Here, at least, there is mist from the fountain that he can enjoy.

He ditched his thick suit in favor of a thin T-shirt with some pun scrawled on it in faded print and shorts. An odd look, for sure, given the mask, gloves, and shoes that scream Spider-Man, but it's safer than his suit in this weather. 'Spider-Man collapses in the summer heat' is not a headline he wants to see.

Given the heat, he could likely call in for the day; who would put in the effort to commit crime on a day like this? He doesn't even have the energy to concern himself with whatever pictures the press could get out of him with his new look showing off all of the old bruises and faded scars. Definitely not the upstanding image of an invincible hero, but the city has seen him take a beating time and time again, so it's probably not that big of a deal.

Spider-Man can't be bothered by it anyway. He has better things to do, like finding the will to get started on patrol again before the back of his shirt is completely soaked through. It's a task he's completely absorbed in, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

//Anyone and everyone is welcome to respond! For everyone affected by these heatwaves, please stay safe, hydrated, and make sure to keep your salts/electrolytes up (Salty snacks, Gatorade or similar, and such!)

She was quiet as she bought two waters, she beelines for the masked man. Softly tossing it to him as she calls out. "You better catch this Spidey." She sat with him by the fountain as she opens her water. Her curls in buns as she hated this weather.

He blinks a few times, his mind taking its sweet time to catch up with the present. "Oh, April, hi. Thanks." He cracks open the water bottle, the condensation already making the plastic slightly slippery. He lifts his mask up over his nose, taking a moment to reach up under his mask and wipe away whatever dampness the mask hasn't already soaked up. He adds washing the mask to his mental to-do list.

"It's too hot for you to be out. Why are you even our for?" She gently sassed him as she held her bottle to her face. Letring the cold water try, to alleviate the heat.

He has a good reason for it. "Gotta make sure folks get home safe. The heat isn't easy on the average person, never mind what it can do to more vulnerable people." He isn't as well equipped as a first responder would be, not by a long shot, but he can try and prevent people from suffering the worst of the heat. "I may not be able to fight the sun, but I make a mean grocery carrier," he quips. Carrying groceries doesn't negate the heat, but it gets people someplace cooler quicker.

April smiles to his grocery carrier comment as she nods her head. It was true, they only had a few ways to keep people safe in this city.

Spider-Man tilts his head to the sky instead, eyes closed to shield them from the sun, but it only does so much as oranges and reds paint the backs of his eyelids, which forms green spots in his vision as he looks at April when she mentions needing a break.

She tilts her head as she hums. "We don't have to burst a fire hydrant. We got water spigots we can get at a fire station. They're free and make it easy to turn a fire hydrant into a sprinkler." She points out as she kicks her feet. Looking back around as she smiles. It was nice to hear kids running around or the sound of bikes speeding by.

He stands up and stretches, pulling at his shirt so it doesn't stick to him as much as it was before. "Mhm, beach would be nice," he agrees. "Just don't look for a nice beach in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s files. Last one Nova picked out was harboring a sandy criminal. Nice dude now, but I gotta say, the weirdest game of hide and seek I've ever played," he says lightly.

"But we did find out some folks at S.H.I.E.L.D. had some pretty wild hairdos. Did you know Coulson used to rock a ponytail?" He simply has to bring it up. Beaches make him think of Sandman, well, Flint—he's not a villain anymore—which remind him of the carvings Flint had in that maze on the island, and one of those carvings had Coulson running, ponytail flowing behind him.

Especially as people finally noticed it was Spider-Man in the fountain.

"We can try it. Come on Spidey, we need to make this city a bit more manageable with this heat." She gently got to her feet, her curls swayed as she holds a hand out for him.

"One fire hydrant at a time!" He cheers, pumping a fist in the air. He takes April's hand, just about ready to drag her off to the nearest fire station to get the tools needed for their fire hydrant method of saving the city when he notices the crowd's eyes. "Good to know everyone gets to see I wear..." He looks down at his shirt, pulling at it so he can read it, having forgotten what exactly he threw on. "–this shirt periodically." With the periodic table printed on it, of course.