#webbin

          they  caught  him  off  guard,  his  ten-speed  laid  unceremoniously  where  he  had  been  all  but  thrown  from  it.  there’s  three  of  them  --  and  under  different  circumstances  he  probably  could’ve  held  his  own  well  enough.  but  he  went  down  hard,  elbow  and  upper  arm  flaring  in  pain  where  the  brunt  of  his  weight  had  fallen  against  the  ground.  defensively,  he  holds  arms  against  his  head,  throwing  his  left  (  good  )  arm  out  at  the  assailers.  he  connects  with  one,  feeling  bone  hit  bone.  it’s  not  enough,  as  one  of  the  other  men  hits  him  in  the  square  of  his  back  with  something  blunt.  he  goes  down  again,  swinging  a  leg  out  to  take  another  one  to  the  ground  with  him.  groaning  he  attempts  to  stand  again,  but  on  the  pavement  it’s  difficult  as  pairs  of  boots  collide  with  parts  of  his  body.

     “ UH, DUH ! “ 

    “ ---between you ‘n’ me, I’M the one that goes around BITING PEOPLE**. “ 

danny hadn’t been to any cities like this before, hadn’t dared to.   it was risky, so many people, cameras and eyes in comparison to the smaller towns within utah and pennsylvania.   but since his grandiose appearance in city papers and with the whisper of where will he go next fading slowly, he had decided he needed to do something more extravagant.   the shameless social media he’d set up for the ghostface persona after roseville needed more.   his followers sought gossip, media yearned for content.   𝐖𝐇𝐎  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ?   however, above all else ;  𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.   of course, with the abandoning of one alias comes the creation of another  -  along with a new stance, walk, accent and style.

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧  𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫  sits comfortably in his car.   he closes the journal and glances at the clock.   time to go in.   he’s ten minutes early but he wants to make a good impression.   quinn is a people pleaser, not going out of his way to impress people unlike jed, but makes enough of an effort for others to generally enjoy his company.   he’s more playful than jed, and has a cool air about him  -  calm and collected.   exiting and locking the vehicle, danny makes his way towards the tabloid building, confidence in his stride but the tilt of his chin says he’s reserved.   

he makes eye contact with the receptionist and gives a charming smile.   there’s a boyish element to it, one that immediately secures every ounce of the woman’s attention.   “ morning, I’m quinn cooper, it’s my first day ... don’t suppose you could let mr jameson know I’m here ? ”   his pronunciation is sharp, far from lazy, with a vague twang added;  though softly spoken.   she nods and tells him to take a seat.  danny observes her as she makes the phone call.   she subtly flinches at what he imagines to be the voice on the other end of the line.   great, a boss that’ll test his patience.   

the receptionist informs him that jameson will see him now and leads him up a flight of stairs, past numerous desks and over to an office.   he knocks twice and then enters, closing the door behind him.   jameson is seated in his chair with his back turned, the rich stink of cigars permeating the air and danny thinks, were he not a smoker himself he’d likely be struggling with it.  after listening to the man rant down the phone for a solid five minutes, he’s relieved when the chair swivels and the other meets his gaze.

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙽,  𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁.   𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶’𝚂  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝚄𝙿.

quinn’s lips part to question the statement but he pauses when jameson rises and gestures for him to follow as he exits the office.   someone is passing by, minding their own business when the editor-in-chief calls upon them. 

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚁 !   𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶.  𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂  𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝙸’𝙼  𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚈  𝚂𝙾  𝙸’𝙼  𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰  𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚃’  𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙽𝙴𝚆𝙱𝙸𝙴  𝙼𝚁  𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚂  -  𝙾𝚁  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳 !    𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃,  𝙸’𝙻𝙻  𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙲𝙺  𝙸𝙽  𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁.

before either of them can say a word, jameson disappears back into his office, leaving quinn alone with this ... parker guy.    he blinks, offering a stiff shrug; his leather jacket creaking.   

           “ guess you’re my guide for the day.  name’s quinn. ”

@webbin​ said: “Brush your teeth, now BOOM, orange juice! That’s life.”

     WERE IT NOT FOR THE FACT THAT WADE WAS BEING HANDLED LIKE A GODDAMN FOOTBALL--- and the additional fact that wade still had his mask pulled securely over his face--- spider-man would be able to not only see but FEEL the malice in her expression. she folds his arms over his chest as best as she can whilst being manhandled... which is TYPICALLY something he’s always game for, but NOT TODAY !

     “ you don’t UNDERSTAND. “  wade kicks his feet in protest, too agitated to feel childlike wonder at the two of them swinging through the dingy new york air.  “ he owed me MONEY, webs! cold! hard! CASH! “  she outright GROWLS and manages to worm her way out of spider-man’s grasp---