I said I should take a break from drawing F1 drivers

So I started a portrait of a GP2 driver

MUOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH 

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“Citizens!” Behind the mask, she blinks wide eyes as they flit from face to face. There are too many people, way too many people, the Vulture could swoop in and pick them off like fish in a barrel at any second. And she gets it, people with super-human abilities and the general mayhem of a good versus evil throw down is enticing. Exciting. But for once, Beca really wishes they’d all just go home and sit behind their computers and wait for this to be uploaded to youtube, because she can’t possibly guarantee the safety of every person here. Especially when half of them aren’t even looking at her. “Um, hey! You guys!” Movements jerky with uncertainty, she raises her arms above her head and waves her hands to get their attention. When more than a dozen pairs of eyes are on her, her hands freeze in midair for a few seconds before she balls them into fists and drops them back down to her sides. “Uh, hi.” Her voice cracks a little and she’s never been more glad to be wearing a mask. She clears her throat, propping her fists on her hips and shoving as much authority into her voice as she can manage. “Hello! Look, I understand that you’re all,” her feet shuffling across the top of the police car she’s perched on, “super excited by this. Who wouldn’t be? It’s pretty cool, right? Spider-chick, bird-man, not the kind of thing you see every day.” She catches a few people in the crowd frowning at her and feels her insides twist. She really hates public speaking. “But I was sort of hoping you guys could like… go home?” A low murmur of muddled voices rises up from the crowd and Beca lifts her gloves hands as though to keep any physical manifestations of their displeasure at bay. “Not that I’m not seriously stoked about the support!” Inwardly she cringes, because you never hear Batman or any of The Avengers saying “stoked” and oh my god, what is she? She lets out a loud, nervous laugh. “You are here to support me, right?” A voice in the crowd yells out in the affirmative and she points a finger in the direction of the shout. “Alright! Awesome! Okay, so, I really need you to either just go home or, or even maybe hide out in a store or something? I just really don’t want the big green birdman to get his talons on you because, well. We’ve all seen what happens then.” She tilts her masked head to the side and hopes that the action conveys the remorse of her statement. 

“Great ready to see it again, Spider-Hag!” A voice screeches from overhead and Beca and the crowd collectively turn their gazes skyward in time to see the Vulture plummeting towards them from a building top. A man shrieks, a woman screams, and then all hell breaks loose. Beca’s hands go to her head before she remembers her hair is tucked away. People scatter in all directions and she calls back to the police officers behind her, telling them to get the people to safety and that she’ll take care of the flying rat. Then she’s aiming across the street, at a tenth storey window, and-

THWIP!!

Twisting her web around her wrists, she pulls back until she’s at the edge of the police car roof and then launches herself into the air. She collides with the Vulture seconds before he reaches the fleeing crowd, tackling him into the side of the building she’d been aiming for. He grunts and she catches herself against brick with a hand and a foot, swinging aside to let him fall to the ground below. 

I liked what I did the other day and decided to put some more emotion into this one. Not sure if you guys feel the anger and sadness, but I thought I did well with this one. It’s still a work in progress, but at least I have some differing parts now.