Peter Parker was walking down the street of one of his villain's old warehouses. "Better clean up a bit." he thought rounding the corn to the back of the building. A few weeks ago, "SpiderMan" ran the Jackal, aka Miles Warren out of the city. Peter waited for the cops to do their work before looking the place over some, he didn't want one of his or Gwen's clones that hide from the cops picking up where Warren left off.
Striping away his top layer of clothes, more and more of his spider suit showed, until all that was left was a Peter head on top on a Spiderman body. "First the cameras," Peter said in his head putting on his mask, knowing he only bought one back home after the fight. Taking a leap onto the wall, Peter started to climb up "Hopefully they didn't fall or break or anything like that." he continued until he reach one of the windows they broke. "MJ would hang me by my web if I had to replace these ones after that fight with Doc Ock."
Standing on the window ledge, Peter tried to remember where he webbed the cameras. With little effort he remembered where the first one was place. With a flick of his wrist he was swinging to a support beam. With his webs dissolving within a hour of being shot, the first of three cameras was sitting on an interpreting beam waiting to be picked up.
Thinking of his way inside from the previous night, Peter flung another web to the window right beside one of Miles' main computers. "Man, I wish I took this one with me," he thought knowing J Jonah would have love to see Spiderman get his ass whooped like it did in the beginning of the brawl.
"I swear it's becoming a fetish for it," he thought out loud while pocketing another one of his cameras. "Okay two out three, one more and I get this place to myself to find Miles." he continued before scanning the room for his camera. Weirdly not finding a hint of his camera, Peter noticed a few doors in the back of the room.
Opening a door at the other side of the building, Peter started hoping to not find anything more clones, friendly or not. "I mean Ben's a great guy and a~" Peter stopped his thought as a wave of warmth covered him. Looking over his shoulder, Peter saw nothing. "What just set it off?" he said feeling a different kind of spider sense then normal. "Maybe Warren left a bomb or something here when he got away." Peter remarked before taking a notice of a mess of papers, a computer and a blinking green and red light.
Thwipping across the room, Peter finally found his last camera...plugged in to the desktop computer printer combo, that covered the surrounding area with random photos and text. Removing his property from the Jackal's technology, Peter also picked up one of the pictures. "What was he pri-" Peter's thought was halted again by the moment in time someone chose to capture with their stolen property was...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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