Between the Lines of a Web

Queens' one and only

"Alright New York, let's do this again..." He mutters to himself, tapping the inside of his palm the web releases and lands on the edge of a building across the street as he jumps and swings. Doing the thing he knows how to do the best.

After a few swings and a few close calls he falls into rhythm.

Tap, tap- swing. (Jeez that guy was close trying to parallel park) tap- swing, fly! (He can't really fly) tap- pull

He lands on a taller, more modern apartment building overlooking Central Park. He never liked the way these modern sky rises looked, all white with black accents and tinted blue windows. When he could get a good glimpse into the terribly decorated interiors, it led him to believe
no one lived there!

His apartment back in Queens was messy. Posters lined almost every inch of his walls of 90s rap artists and 70s rock, empty web fluid bottles scattered his floor as well as a few physics textbooks, his walls were never repainted after him and his mum bought the house. The apartment itself was full of random nick-nacks his mum bought at thrift stores down on Austin Street and Flea markets further in the city.

His mum was a character to say the least, but she loved him since the day he came into this world and had always tried to fill his life with-

Bam!

Oscar's senses picked it up before the sound could reach his ears.

Two cars had collided into the front of a bank down on 86th street. Oscar was off his feet and back swinging between buildings faster than you could say "call the
cops!"

He landed in front of the building, his spider-like feet taking the impact flat on. The robbers were bloody idiots if you asked him. Broad daylight, practically, plus they didn't have a spotter so Oscar just walked right in, stepping over the glass even if it wouldn't cut him through
the suit.

"Afternoon boys- or ladies" he smiled under the suit as a few of them continued to shove the money into pink body bags. "Really didn't put much thought into this one, now did ya?"

None of them were wearing masks, or any black clothing whatsoever. Clearly not much thought was put into this... robbery, though Oscar's not going to let it get that far.
He rests his arm on the van they backed up right through the store almost leaving no room to even open the vault behind the desk. "Nice parking job though, see I wouldn't
know since I don't need to drive-"

An older Hispanic man stepped forward, accent think as he beard. "Hurry up... I'll deal with this guy" He cracks his knuckles like a cartoon bully.

Oscar raises a brow beneath the tight mask, opening then closing his mouth finally sighing. "Alright fine I'll give you deal, I'll let you guys finish up since the cops are about..." He checks his none existent watch. "A minute out as you guys thought it was smart to do this in broad light- but thanks by the way it makes my life easier. Anyways, you guys finish, I'll beat the crap out of..." he counts slowly, watching all their faces grow angry and impatient. "All 6 of you, then leave you for the cops. Sound good?" He smiles, animated enough for them to see it through the mask.

Oscar counts the milliseconds before his spider sense picks up the guy behind him lunging. He spins on his heel fist catching his face before he could even register what was happening. "oh, that one's not gonna look good in court."

The next guy comes at him from the side with some smaller version of a machete. Oscar kicks it right out of the guys hand sending it to the floor before kicking the guy directly in the stomach sending up flying backwards into the desk and straight to the floor.

Is he dead, Oscar thinks just before the guy with the beard from earlier comes at his swinging landing a half decent punch before Oscar can get three more in and flipping out of the way before the fourth guy can nail him with the crowbar.

"Too slow, but nice try" he webs the two guys together before doing the same to the 5th guy who was attempting to leave with the bag of at least 200 grand in it.

He spots the 6th coming at him the same three others did, horrible posture for fighting though. Oscar manages that guy the same as the rest and webs him to the wall before his senses send electric bolts to his feet and he spins to see the man with the gun loading it.

"Really wish they would make guns illegal here" He mutter
to himself holding his hands up in mock surrender.

The guy's smug as sirens wail through the city a couple blocks away. "Beat this one spidey"

Oscar sighed. "Alright you got me..."

The guy goes to pull the trigger and Oscar pulls the ATM beside him down, hitting the gun out of his hand and knocking him out.

"Simple enough" Oscar congratulates himself as the cops pull into the street in front of him. Oscar steps over the two guys webbed together right next to the door, that had literally no purpose now, and out of it to the street.

The six cops exit their cars guns raised to Oscar before quickly realizing it's him and muttering between them, sending the female to Sharif's right to head inside. She takes another man with her and run past Oscar.

"Afternoon Spider-man, did our job for us again?" The Sheriff asks, setting his gun back in his belt and stepping toward Oscar who is currently being blinded by the headlights on all three of the cars.

"Be quicker" He answers dryly resting his hands on his hips.

The Sheriff laughs. "We're lucky you're not with them. Thank you once again" He extends Oscar his hand to shake.

Oscar smiles though they might not be able to see it and shakes his hand. "Of course Sheriff, happy to help"

He claps Oscar on the shoulder before Oscar assumes stance to disappear into the evening sky once again. "Enjoy the rest of your night Sir"

Oscar flicks his wrist before tapping the inside of his palm and shooting up into the quickly setting sun.