{A Short Time Later}
Rhino keeps charging through the city. His plan is to get as far away from Brooklyn Bridge as possible. He needs to go back to his base and fix the loose plate exposing his wires and mechanism.
Suddenly, he runs into a web wire that's stretched across the road from one streetlight to the other. He trips and falls, his armor scraping the asphalt.
You quickly land on his back, and begin fiddling with the exposed wires.
You: You should watch where you're going, Buricko.
You grab the wires and rip them out.
You: And that does it!
Rhino quickly gets up and throws you off of him. His armor begins to malfunction and his movements stutter.
Rhino: Damn it!
Rhino's armor begins to spark, and he falls onto his knees. He then falls on his stomach.
You run over and rip the faceplate part of the suit off and see Buricko's tired and sweaty face.
You: I give you props, though...
You knock on the metal of his armor.
You: ...this is some gnarly stuff.
Rhino: I'll kill you, Spider-Man! One day!
You: Yeah, yeah...I get that a lot.
Sirens are heard as the police are nearby. But, the first person you encounter is an African American officer in civilian clothes.
You: Uh...hello, officer.
Officer Davis: I'm Alvin Davis. I felt as if you needed assistance.
You: Thanks, but it looks like it's handled.
The two of you look at the defeated Rhino.
Officer Davis: This is some gnarly armor.
You: Right? That's what I said.
Soon after, Captain Grimes arrives with his unit. He notices Alvin.
Captain Grimes: Alvin? Isn't it your day off?
Officer Davis: I never have a day off, Captain...
He chuckles.
Officer Davis: But yeah, I was on my way a basketball game with my son.
You and Captain Grimes notice his 12 year old son, AJ, standing on the sidewalk. You remember meeting him about three years ago.
Captain Grimes: Well, what are you doing here? Go enjoy the day with your son, damn it.
Officer Davis smiles and gives a nod. He walks back to his son. Captain Grimes faces you.
Captain Grimes: Alvin...he loves the job too much sometimes. He might become chief one day, and it wouldn't surprise me.
You: Good to see that passion.
The both of you look at Rhino on the ground.
You: Buricko looks tired. Maybe he'll enjoy a cozy cell.
Captain Grimes puts his hands on his waist.
Captain Grimes: Now...how are we gonna get him out of that damn suit?
• •
{Later That Night}
You and your friends leave the Madison Square Garden arena and walk outside. You walk beside Clementine as she has her arm linked with yours.
Carl: Make that six games in a row!
You: I thought we were done for. We scraped and clawed our way to a win.
Carl: That's what makes it fun.
Aasim: I would prefer a chill game, up twenty points throughout, you know?
Ruby: Come on, babe, you liked it. You didn't sit in your seat at all.
Clementine: Y/N was swearing like a sailor the whole game.
You: I'm very invested in this team, okay? Them and the Mets.
Clementine: Gross.
As a Braves fan, Clementine despises the Mets.
As the five of you walk, Aasim notices a familiar looking man nearby. They lock eyes, and he calls out.
Aasim: Mr. Daniels?
Wyatt: Well, if it isn't the cinco amigos.
You haven't seen Wyatt Daniels since you graduated from Ericson's.
Wyatt: By the way, just call me Wyatt.
You: What are you doing here?
Wyatt: I just watched the game with a buddy of mine. He's inside using the bathroom.
Carl: Cool. You still teach at Ericson's?
Wyatt: I actually got a position at Empire State in the production department.
Clementine: That's great! It's cool that they recognized a teacher from a small school in Forest Hills.
Wyatt: My friend, Eddie, put a good word in about me. He works in the entertainment industry as a special effects artist.
Carl: Eddie? You mean Edwin Beck? He's like the best illusionist in the business.
Wyatt: Yup. He was always into those things growing up. Won three straight talent shows when we were in high school.
Ruby: Well, we all go to ESU, too.
Wyatt: For real? I'll be looking forward to seeing you around then. I'll still be the chill teacher everybody loves, trust me.
You: Never change, Mr. Daniels.
Wyatt chuckles.
Wyatt: Have a great night, you guys.
Wyatt bids farewell, and walks back inside the arena to look for his friend.
• •
{Later}
You and Clementine are at the loft. She is on the couch scrolling through her new iPhone 3G as you are cleaning the countertop of the bar area.
You: Louis said he'd kick my ass if he finds one speck of dust on his bar.
Clementine: Does he even clean?
You: We alternate. But yeah, I do most of it.
Clementine scrolls through social media, and stumbles upon a post from your Spider-Man account. You actually did go through with the idea of having an account for your alter-ego. You posted status updates and pictures of the city, along with you swinging around.
She begins to read your recent post.
Clementine: "A Knicks win makes this web-head happy. Amazing defense down the stretch!"
You chuckle to yourself as she reads your post.
Clementine: You're so corny, it's cute.
You continue to clean the countertop as you reply.
You: Gotta let them know they're appreciated.
Clementine continues to look through the feed. She playfully frowns.
Clementine: You still don't follow me.
You chuckle.
You: You know why. Can't have any super fans wondering why I follow Clementine Watson from Channel 4 New York and dig into your personal life.
So far you only followed public figures, companies, and sports teams. Stark Industries, F.E.A.S.T, Rhee's Pizzeria, and the Mets were some examples.
You: Besides...I follow you on my real account.
Clementine gives you us thumbs down.
Clementine: Boo.
The both of you laugh. She gets up from the couch and sits on the stool across from you.
You: Would you like a drink, ma'am?
You imitate a bartender as you wipe down the counter, getting a laugh out of Clementine.
Clementine: No, thanks.
You: Good. You're underage anyways.
Clementine: I turn 21 later this year.
You: The law must be upheld, young lady.
You are mostly joking since the two of you have drank before, especially during Louis's get-togethers in the past.
Clementine's phone buzzes in sync with yours. She gets a news notification while you get a police alert.
Clementine: A break-in...
You: In Lower Manhattan. Yeah.
The two of you sit in silence for a moment.
You: I'll be back in a bit. You can pick out a movie for when I do.
She nods.
Clementine: All right.
You give a nod too, and begin undressing. You already had your suit under your clothes.
These were how most nights went with Clementine. But the good thing was that you always came back like you promised.
You go over to the window, and leap out.