Chapter 2 - Just Another Night (2/2)

*Thwip*

Peter sprung into action as he saw what was happening. He had been swinging by, listening to radio chatter, when his sensitive ears picked up the distressed call for help from the woman. His face instantly changed as he pinpointed the sound of suffering. After all the years he had been Spider-man, he had developed a skill for such occasions.

Honing in on the 2 buildings and their alley way, he quickly sprung into action against the criminals. His eyes scanned quickly as he shot a web at the man closest to the woman. He could only see one person with a knife and no guns in sight, not that they couldn't be hidden, but he should be able to deal with these guys before things escalated to that point.

*Snag* ”Huh?” The confused voice of the man ripping her clothes sounded out before a large force pulled him into the air. His friends standing around and keeping a look out were shocked for all of 2 seconds before one of them screamed. ”Shit its Spider-man!” The person with the knife instantly started shaking as he watched his comrade fly in the air and come into contact with a red fist. The person instantly was knocked out and webbed to the side of a fire escape.

Seeing what was happening, his shaking increased as he dropped the knife and made a run for it, his other mate had the same idea and made a break for it. They both ran in different directions not caring about the other or the woman they were just assaulting. But it didn't matter. *Thwip* *Thwip* 2 strands of webbing shot out as Spider-man finally landed in the alley. He stood tall as he tensed his muscles and pulled them both back.

”Argh” ”Nooo….help!” Not letting them get in another word, 2 quick webs to the mouth and sticking them both to walls and the fight was over. The woman who was just seconds ago crying for help and filled with despair looked disbelievingly at the sight. She wiped her eyes quickly and looked at the person who saved her.

She had seen pictures of Spider-man before; he was the hero of New York, a city icon, the first hero of a generation, but something didn't look right. She squinted her eyes and looked at his costume. It wasn't as pristine as she thought it would be, actually it looked like it was ripped in a lot of places and had been worn out.

Her frown didn't last though as she shook her head and tried to stand. Her legs wobbled as she got to her feet and Spider-man quickly went to support her. She felt warm as she felt the presence of another human being after what she just went through, she felt tears threatening to come out again. But first. ”Thank you!” *Sob* *Sob* She couldn't help it after she thanked him; she couldn't help but think what could have happened to her if he didn't show up.

”No problem miss.” His voice was gruffer than she expected but she didn't care right now, she just continued to cry into his shoulder. After a full minute of this, Spider-man finally moved and gripped her shoulders moving her back a bit, his voice was gentle as he spoke to her. ”Can you get home by yourself?” The woman really wanted to say she couldn't she could still feel the lingering fear from those men, but she knew better, Spider-man had to help other people, she couldn't take up his time.

Showing a brave face and steadying her voice she tried to look confident. If she was to pay more attention she might have noticed the bad state of his costume or how skinny he actually was when she cried into his shoulder, but she noticed none of this. ”I-I-I'll be fine.” No matter how much she tired she still stuttered in the end.

Spider-man stood there for a second before giving her nod and motioning towards the men. ”When you get home, make sure to call the cops. Try to stay in well lit areas and go home earlier if you can, you never know what might happen.” *Thwip* She gave a small nod before he reached up and swung away. Watching his flying figure she thanked her lucky stars and gave disgusted looks towards the men webbed up. Finally she quickly went home and called the cops.

Peter swung away from the scene as a female voice spoke through his comms. ”Peter, a silent alarm was tripped at a bank down town.” With a flick of the wrist and movement of the body Peter changed directions and listened to the address of the bank.

In a small whisper maybe to himself, or to the female voice he said. ”Just another night” And with those words his figure disappeared to stop another crime.