4545/Webs, Guns, and Blades.

Webs, Guns, and Blades.
Date of Scene:	30 December 2020
Location:	Bronx
Synopsis:	The Scarlet Spider and Gwenpool chase down a U-Haul hauling a stolen tiger from the Bronx Zoo. They soon discover their differing philosophies on
Cast of Characters:	Ben Reilly, Gwendolyn Poole

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Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben Reilly, daring deliverer of Italian cuisine, descends down a set of stairs heroically as he counts his tip from his latest job. He steps onto the sidewalk, mounts his bike, and expertly blends into the vehicle and pedestrian traffic of the Bronx. Humming to himself, he reaches into wind breaker and swipes a button on his phone, tuning into the local police band out of habit. "10-65 at the Bronx Zoo. Be on the look out for a U-Haul with masked plates. Perpetrators are armed and dangerous. Stolen property is a tiger. Tranquilized. I repeat. Code 10-65. Bronx Zoo. Suspects are driving a U-Haul with masked plates."

Ben gawks for a moment, "A tiger really?" His head on a swivel, fate dines that the would-be hero lays eyes upon the vary truck which conducted the left. Pinching his nose in irritation, he hangs a quick right, offering an "Excuse me!" to sidewalkers as he disappears into an alley way.

A minute later, the Scarlet Spider comes into view, swinging between buildings as he begins his pursuit of the terrible tiger thieves.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
The truck harboring the stolen feline cruises along at a steady, swift pace, the criminals in the cab keeping an eye out as they make their escape. The Scarlet Spider swings closer, but he is not the only Hero on the job!

    A pink and white motorcycle roars into view and takes a sharp swerve, ending up directly behind the truck. The pantsless arctic ninja herself (not really known by most, honestly) smirks to herself as she hunkers down low on the bike. The city blurs past around her, and the girl lets out a cheerful, excited WHOOP! Her mask goggles keep the wind and grit out of her eyes as she reaches back and unsheaths a katana. She gives it a twirl before she kicks her bike a bit higher on the speedometer. Soon she is moving alongside them, and she raises the blade to take a swipe at one of the rear tires. This...this could be bad?

Ben Reilly has posed:
There is an immediate 'POP' and the squeal of rubber on asphalt as the truck swerves from the fateful blow of the arctic ninja. The truck hops the curve onto the sidewalk and before a middle-aged man can yell 'Hey, I'm walkin' here'. A web line thwips the back of his Giants jersey and tugs him out of the way. There are a few more 'thwips', line of artifical spider silk snatching a older woman, and a skateboarding teenager out of the path of the out of control truck.

Finally, the truck's journey ends by crashing into a convenience store windows. Magazines flutter into the sky. Other New Yorkers scream and swear. The Scarlet Spider slowly reels down the saved bystanders.

The back of the truck opens revealing four men in body armor with assault rifles. A slumbering feline lays on the floor behind them. Two more men emerge from the driver and passenger side. The drive swears, "How the hell are we going to move a hundred pound cat now?" The passenger slaps a clip into the rifle. "We'll worry about that in a second. First, deal with the ninja." Next comes the all too familiar sound of gunfire on the streets of New York.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"WOO! One for Gwenpool! Zero for the Catnappers! HA! DIDJA HEAR ME? CATNAPPERS!"

She skids the bike to a stop near where the men have climbed out of the truck, and she winces as they open fire in her direction. She leaps from her bike and rolls behind a mailbox. It takes bullets with an audible PING PING PING.

    "Ugh, I love that sound. The pink and white 'hero' sheathes her katana and plucks a small SMG from her belt. She checks the magazine before she leans up and takes aim. She's no marksman, let's make that clear. However, she makes up for that with enthusiasm. She fires off a rapid spray of death in the crook's general direction.

Ben Reilly has posed:
"Holy shit. She's packing!" The armed goons dive for cover, some using the edge of the truck, others leaping through the broken convenience store window. SMG fire rakes innocent potato chips, snack cakes, and magazines. One man yells 'My leg' having evidently taken a bullet during his dive for cover.

Meanwhile, the Scarlet Spider swings and lands on a nearby traffic light pole. He stares at the mayhem and covers his face with his gloved hands. There is an audible groan followed by yelling, "Hey you! Stow the heat! There's innocent people walking around!" He points at a small crowd of people screaming and running. "Err... running."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
She blinks when she hears the Scarlet Spider calling out to her. She glances up and over and pushes her goggles up. She laughs a bit and lowers the smoking barrel. "Oh, duh! Right! Sorry kinda-Spidey! I'll just stab them, then!"

    The girl holsters the gun and reaches back, drawing both of her blades. "Bet I can kill more'n you!," she calls out to him! She figures the Spidey doesn't kill, so...easy win?

She stands and vaults over the mailbox. She charges at the men who have dived for cover, attempting to leap RIGHT over their cover, super sharp blades swinging!

Ben Reilly has posed:
"Killing isn't the point!" The Spider yells and then swings down after her. The teen kid behind the mask then begins a delicate game of stop the bad guys while stopping the GwenPool from murdering them. He enters right behind Gwen and tugs a man's feet out from underneath him before a deadly blade slices into his torso. That infamous Spidey sense tingling, he rolls out of the way as a rifle pops off a round behind him. He glues up the attacker's trigger finger with webbing. "Punching. Kicking. Or like.. if you must go all Ginzu, cut none important bits!"

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"HUH? I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER ALL THE FIGHTING! I'M GONNA ASSUME YOU'RE SUPPORTING MY DECISIONS LIKE A REALLY SUPPORTIVE HERO WOULD!"

She's eager and having a blast, but Ben's powers make him capable of stopping her from actually killing anyone. She has some skills, clearly, but nothing like what you'd expect from someone doing what she is doing. She swings the blade about and manages to cut one man across the shoulder, sending him to the ground in a gout of (Likely nonlethal) blood. Still, ouch!

Ben Reilly has posed:
The Scarlet Spider does have the unfair advantage of super powers. The shoulder gets a quick 'splat' of web to staunch the bleeding. He's then grabbed by an ankle and slung in a skid across the floor with a high pitch 'squeaaaaak' as his boots drag on tile. He yells, "PUNCH. KICK! NO KILLING." He makes a universal 'cut it out' gesture before he realizes that might be misinterpreted.

One of the riflemen still outside pops their head through the broken window to take aim at the pair only to get a box of twinkies to the face. The sends him falling backwards and sending raking gunfire into the sky.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Aaaaand it -is- misinterpreted.

"WHOA! You're cold-blooded, not-Spidey!"

She whirls about and swings at one of the remaining men's necks, but he just manages to duck out of the way. She responds with the duck by bringing her foot up and connecting it solidly with his chin. He crumples before she ducks low and sticks out a leg to knock over another, opening him up for Scarlet Spider. "SWEEP THE LEG!"

Ben Reilly has posed:
"NO. I MEAN. CUT IT OUT!" The criminal stumbling by GwenPool's trip is dispatched with an old-fashioned haymaker from Not-Spidey. He goes skidding to pile up with one of his bodies unconscious on the floor. Following through with the punch, Scarlet makes a little hop, a roll, and then proceeds to web up Gwen's swords. He doesn't disarm here, just makes them considerably more lame 'clubs' instead of cool but very lethal swords.

He then calls out, "Behind you." when the last man from outside kicks open the convenience store door and takes aim at the would-be ninja.

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"RUDE!", the girl replies loudly as her swords are made much less-cool. She ends up dropping them and ducking low when the remaining man comes up behind her. She whirls about and swings a gloved fist...hitting him the last place he would like to be hit. Hard. WHAP!


The man crumples like a stack of cards, and the girl hops back to her feet and bounces. She bobs a bit and swings her fists in front of her like an old timey boxer, whirling about once or twice to make sure nobody is left.

Ben Reilly has posed:
The Scarlet Spider rests his hands on his hips and then flips the ninja the bird in response to her 'Rude' proclamation. He then points at the aforementioned dispatched criminals. "See! No-one had to die! And only one guy will need stitches and one will..." He looks at the man crumpled with his hands over his groin. "Well, he will... ah.. Well.. Medical science is amazing these days, buddy. Though I bet you wouldn't be great father material anyway."

He swings a leg over a pile of convenience store debris and steps back onto the side walk. "Now, let's make sure the kitty is still sleeping."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
Gwen 'accidentally' kicks the man on the ground before stepping over him. "Oh, right! The kitty!" She brushes her hands off and moves to follow along beside him before she peers into the back of the truck.

"I'm Gwenpool, bee tee dubs. Figure I should introduce myself now so you can tell people later that you've met. I'm gonna be a famous hero, afterall."

Ben Reilly has posed:
Ben peeks carefully around the edge of the truck and sees the tiger sprawled on its side, his flank slowly rising and falling. "I guess they were smart enough to dose it properly." He reaches up and slowly pulls down the sliding door of the truck. There's some squeaking metal, a brief growl, and more high-pitched squeaking as Ben more swiftly closes the door.

He the leans on the truck, "And there is that. So... Gwenpool. That's a interest-." ROOAAAARRRR. THUD.

The Scarlet Spider takes a few steps away from the truck. "... Name. Well, if you are going to be a hero. You should work on the whole 'non-lethal' thing unless you are trying to be like the Punisher, and really... noone should try to be like that guy."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Nah. Not near angsty OR damaged enough," she says. She jumps back at the roar and crash. "Ooooh, kitties awake. Good thing cat-claws don't cut steel. We can leave that fun adventure for the zoo keepers. I don't wanna punch a tiger."

She grins and reaches up to peel her cowl back, her pink and blonde hair trumbling out. She completely bares her face, as if a secret identity were the least of her worries. "Eh, it kinda sucks, but it is what it is. My name is Gwen. Gwen Poole. The lady who made my costume misread the form and...I guess it stuck!"

Ben Reilly has posed:
The masked man slowly nods. "Yep. Not our problem." He knocks the truck with his fist and gets another roar in response. "Well, I'm the Scarlet Spider. Not to be confused with Spiderman." He pauses and adds, "No relation."

He tilts his head to the side, placing his hands on his hips. "You.. uh.. not worried about reprisals? Or the police? Secret identity is kind of useful in this business, y'know. Just uh.. piece of advice.. one hero to another."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Eh, I don't even exist in this universe, really. Legally, I mean. Not really any reprisals possible!" She beams at that bizarre comment and tucks some pink hair behind her ear. "Scarlet Spider. Cool. I'm a big Spidey fan, so I guess that makes you cool by extension...unless you really have no relation. But, tights...webs. Kiiiinda fishy." She doesn't actually sound at all concerned when she says that.

She kneels to scoop up her blades and grumps. "Can you get these webs off my babies?"

Ben Reilly has posed:
"I'm a big Spidey fan too. That's why.. I uh... emulate him so much." He rubs the back of his head as he tries to process her comments about 'legally existing'. "Huh.. I kind of exist off the grid myself. There's some advantages there... Some disadvantages. So I guess I get where you are coming from."

Glancing toward her 'babies', he offers her a shrug, "They are just in time out. Give it an hour. The stuff will turn to dust, and you'll be back to your street samurai wise, Gwen Pool."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Ooooooh, hero worship. Gotcha. Makes seeeeense."

Gwen does a twirl and forces the blades awkwardly into their sheaths. They stick for now, but when the webs fade they'll be fine. "Hey, you know if any rad hero teams are recruiting? I could use a team. All kinds of shenanigans, plus intense drama that inevitably pulls us together as an unlikely family? I love for that shit."

Ben Reilly has posed:
"Eh, you and me both. I haven't exactly figured out how you 'join' a team. It's not like they put ads out in the paper or post on Craig's list." He offers a big broad shrug and tugs his hoodie up over his masked head. "Family would be nice."

He glances around and notices a broken pack of mechanical pencils on the sidewalk. He kneels down, grabs the nearest thing (which happens to be a twinkie) and rights down a few usernames. "It's kind of low-tech, but I can usually be found on a few different messengers. I'm not a team, but if I can help you be just a little 'less lethal' I'm willing to show up."

Gwendolyn Poole has posed:
"Hm. Okay!" She reaches out to snag the twinkie from him. She stuffs it into a pouch on her utility belt before she turns to make her way back over towards her bike. "Take it easy, Scarlet Spider. I'll give you a ping and we can beat up some terrorists together or something. We can make a date of it."

Gwen slings her leg over the seat of her bike and starts it up, letting it roar to life and rumble.

Ben Reilly has posed:
Scarlet Spider offers her a salute and then flicks his wrist to send a web-line out with a 'thwip!'. A swift tug launches him into the sky and the following inertia is leveraged in the next swing. "Well, I'll give her one thing. She's brave! Throw in a little luck and some more ninja skills. Maybe she can pull the gig off."

He had a bad habit of talking to himself.