15091/Does Whatever a Spider-Kid Does

Does Whatever a Spider-Kid Does
Date of Scene:	06 June 2023
Location:	Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Miles and Mary Jane chat, and MIles takes Gwen swinging away!
Cast of Characters:	Mary Jane Watson, Miles Morales

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
It's been a relatively normal day in the Bronx. If by that one means Rocket Racer being chased by Big Wheel, who is exactly what he sounds like - a six meter giant robot wheel on rocket boosters rampaging through downtown and that had run over several intersections, up the side of one skyscraper and then down the next before being stopped. Currently on cleanup duty is one Mary Jane Watson, wearing a SHIELD field uniform, looking over several completely pancaked armored cars. Over her back is a very, very large basterd sword sheathed in metal.
    Yeah, this seems to be the normal swing of things this day and age.

Miles Morales has posed:
"Oh no nno no no nonooooooo!"

The one and the (not) only Spider-Man was trying hard to stop the big wheel. He thought he could stop it with brute force, but it's just causing more havoc. More pain, and more screaming. He's multitasking, pulling people out of the way and swinging to kick vehicles out of the path of the big wheel. Easier to repair that way! As opposed to being completely totalled.

"C'mon c'mon!"

*TWHIP TWHIP TWHIP!*

Webs are being shot and connected, forming an intricate pattern around the Big Wheel and every fundamental structure that could hold it's weight, from the street to buildings to part of the railing system. When the wheel is finally stopped, Spider-Man perches atop a street lamp. "There's always something new with this city...oo! bagel!" He TWHIPS a bagel into his hand and slaps money on the street vendor's cart as he notices Mary Jane.

"Hey MJ. Didn't think this was a SHIELD issue. Whatever happened to New York's Finest?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
It's one of those days. Mary Jane Watson goes to jog over and gives a wave, "HEy Spidey. And well we're kind of in the crossfire." Sure, one of the armored cars may have been hauling things along that they were handling but it was more of a 'run over along the way' rather than 'intended robbery target'.

"Buy you a hot dog after if you have the time?" She would inquire to him whlie then scanning her eyes over the crowd and going to yell out at someone moving a bit too close to the perimeter. "Take a step back or you'll /wish/ it was the LAPD!" She would shrug over at Miles as the person would back away.

"Mostly us being in wrong place, wrong time, and really, really bad traffic control. And a couple lawsuits over whomever did the GPS I think."

Miles Morales has posed:
"I'm never gonna say no to a hot dog, MJ, you know me. Question, does it have full condiments or just one or the other? I'm telling you, after Condiment King, that was a /whole/ thing. Didn't eat any condiments for a week." Spider-Man was rambling, of course, but he looks around the place, seeing the devastation of what just happened had left. No doubt thousands, maybe millions in property damage.

A whole headache for people with WAY more money than him.

Though she's using her good New Yorker voice to scare off a pedestrian and Miles lowers his mask to reveal his dark skin and to provide a way for him to bite the bagel. "Law enforcement suits you really well." He gulps. "Don't taze me, bro."

"Doesn't sound too bad. Maybe you can rename it SHIELD-P-S?" Eh?

EH?

No? Okay.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh and chuckle, "Well, you say that but every now and then we end up finding that Condiment King's holding up a food vendor." Or may not! "I'm going to have to judge you whether you have real sauerkraut on your pretzel or not." She goes to survey over the damage and the aftermath. Looking about at things.

"THink Damage Control will be done fixing it up by time we get back from lunch?" It says something about her life experiences that she can look at all this so blasely.

She would smirk over at Miles and go to shrug her shoulders over apologetically. "Sorry." She would reply. "I was out of linew ith that." She would shake her head. "So.. Guess I owe you two hot dogts. And nah.. The acronym would have to be way more complicated than that. You have to maek things nonsensical or it doesn't count."

She's still not sure what SWORD, STRIKE, and WAND are all for.

Miles Morales has posed:
"I'm just saying, with WAND, STRIKE, SWORD, SHIELD, BASEBALL, FIST, and KFC, you guys have so many acronyms under your belt it's like...is there anything you /don't/ have a taskforce for?" Yes, Miles is very aware he just made 99% of all of that up, but at least he's having fun. Was she out of line? Oh most definitely, but it's alright. SHIELD has supreme jurisdiction in most places. "Nah, it's good. Just channel that fiery energy...anywhere but at me. Unless you want a bagel. I throw a bagel like it was out the Bible."

Were there bagels in the Bible?

Huh, that's a question for later. He lifts his shoulders from his perch. "I'm hoping so. Do you need a lift to the best hot dog place in the city? Or is there one really nearby that wasn't squashed by the world's least famous tire?" He jerks a thumb at the webbed up wheel.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh over at him, "Well, I think there was a time where they just started making up the acronyms first, and then figured out what they stood for after. So they went the very bureaucratic way about it. And there are plenty of things we don't have task forces for. Or at least, that's what they want us to think. I mean.. I'm slightly up above the rank of 'person who brings coffee to the people higher me'. And you need to make the bagel actually land in the dumpster and not hit the sidewalk. Or properly sort your recycling and put it in the bins." she would deadpan over.

"And sure, a lift is great. You'll get me there a lot faster than me taking an UBER. I dunno, you could get a business going with this. Start working on your college loans. You could call it like Wyb or something." Offering a hand to be taken.

Miles Morales has posed:
"And just starting giving htem meanings later? Ugh, that's the /worst/! It's not like Oppenheimer was like 'Huh, Uranium. I guess I'll do isotype 235 and call it...two-thirds of five." Terrible meaning, butchering of a reference, and a complete lack of bureaucracy. Well, Miles was a scientist, not someone who's making acronyms sponsored by an oval office. "My bagel aim is spectacular, thank you. It's like my webbing, you just have to hope for the best and completely defy physics."

Shrug.

The hand that's offered to him is accepted by a covered hand, lifting her up into the air and cradling her in his arms. "Alright, snug as a bug in a rug in a webslung hammock. You ready?" He asks her. "I promise, if you fall, I'll catch you. It'll be great. Just uh...don't scream? Jameson is gonna think I'm murdering you or something."

TWHIP!

He fires off a webline and immediately begins to swing.

"Hold on tight!"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane Watson would sigh over, "You're way too right there. That goes to get me thinking as to how many supervillains could be stopped if they had to make laboratories follow OHSA regulations. Seriously, just make sure that your giant acid containers are covered properly in bins and don't have walkways over them." She would smirk and offer her arm to be taken up and to be reeled along.

"I don't think physics have much to do about it. But last month involved alien parasites infesting dinosaurs trying to eat the Savage Land.." She goes to let her body be hoisted up and over to be hoisted along and carried. "You've shown up enough to have Jameson care?" She would deadpan. "And no worries, I won't be yelling." She goes to brace to be taken and hauleda bout. She's had this done plenty of times! There's no lunatic wearing rockets trying ot kill her, so this is an improvement.

"And this never gets old."

Miles Morales has posed:
"Right?"

TWHIP!

Spider-Man was overjoyed to be back in the air without a giant wheel trying to turn him into an eight-legged freak. "You know how many villains got made by falling into acid? I'm pretty sure scientists have PPE and an SOP that requires those things to be covered up at all times when not in use. SO unsafe."

"WOOOHHOOOOO!"

Spider-Man is just carrying Mary Jane as they are flung and swung through the air. "Apparently! He said that the black and red doesn't suit me and I should go back to the Blue and red. I think he thinks the OG and I are the same person? I think he stopped taking his meds..." Spider-Man attempts to joke. 'But it's okay. I get the Spider-Man thing a lot. Is it the hair?" He teasingly rubs a hand over his mask, where clearly no hair can be seen.