Owner	Pose
Peter Parker	"Where is it? Where /is/ it?" The villain known as Constrictor thrashes his tail around. It grabs a steel chair around the legs and crushes it with a scream of tortured metal. The chair is flung at the window, crashing through the reinforced glass and littering the sidewalk ten stories down with a bunch of jagged debris. "Please, sir, I don't know! We don't have anything like that here!" The terrified civilian is sprawled out in front of him on the ground, holding a hand up in defense and scrambling backwards, skirt and suit jacket a rumpled mess. "LIES! I /know/ it's here! So either you tell me where it is, or I start breaking legs!" To make his point, Constrictor reaches out with his prehensile tail and drags a young, skinny intern over towards him. The young man shrieks in terror and grabs the tail to little effect, panic on his fair features. "Oh god, please, Marcy, just give it to him! He's gonna kill me!" he whimpers. "How about it, Marcy?" Constrictor demands. "I know you've got the hard drive here. Let me into your safe, or I start breaking bones against it?" From outside, Spider-Man turns his head when he catches the sound of falling glass. By the time he looks over the glittering cascade of glass shards has already landed below. It's tempered safety glass, so it isn't as dangerous as it could have been, but it still promises some minor injuries and property damage down below. "<Hey, this is Spidey,>" he says into the Friendly Neighborhood Communications Net. "<I'm near the Goodman building in Manhattan. Anyone else nearby? It looks like someone threw something out an upper-story window. I'm gonna go check it out.>" With that annoucement he twists in midair to change his direction and starts web-slinging over the city streets.
Jessica Drew	The vinegar from the dill pickle Jessica is about to bite tingles pleasantly in her nostrils. "Oh, not really," she mutters and takes a crunchy bite out of the pickle then lays it back down. "I promise you. This is not the end of us." A light tap to the ear turns the mic on, "Spiderwoman here. Ah, yes. Just about to...never mind. Will be right there." With a sigh, she returns her corned beef sandwich to the counterman, "Would you keep this wrapped up for me? I'll be back later." A moment later, a svelte figure in red and black emerges from the deli's alley and slings a web to climb the wall, her long fall of black hair swinging behind her. Swinging in along side him, "Spidey, are we going shopping? You've got expensive tastes."
Peter Parker	Spidey twists his spine with unnatural ease, looking back at Jessica with what seems to be a rueful amusement. "Are you kidding me? I'm a college student with a mortgage," he reminds her. "You're the SHIELD agent with the big government paycheck. I think I'd go broke just looking through the windows," he says with a mournful tone. The kidding goes out the window when there's another scream, and Spidey accelerates his course. "I'll go high," he advises Jessica, and swings around the building once before landing almost silently against the windows one story up. He crawls on his toes and fingers, upside down, until he can peek inside the office area. "<Oh crap, that's bad,>" he mutters over the comm link. "<I think I know this guy. ...Constrictor? I mean, he's new. The old Constrictor is Frank Payne, he's at Riker's. Who is this dude and why is he wearing Frankie's outfit?>" "All right, all right!" The manager seems to relent, shaking in fear. "It's-- you win! I'll get you into the safe. Please, just don't hurt anyone," she begs, and starts knee-walking towards her office. Constrictor follows, still holding the intern aloft by the tail wrapped around his neck. "Better not be lying, bitch, or I'll toss this one out the window. Then, you too," he threatens, and laughs with a giddy lack of any compassion.
Jessica Drew	"It's all governement proproganda, don't believe it." Jessica crawls up the wall next to him, the next quip forgotten at the high-pitched scream. <I heard about that. Who's this? A copy snake?"> she asks, crawling to the window ledge to peer over the edge. A frown wrinkles her mask, "<Nope, not good. The kid is going to strangle. On your count.>>
Peter Parker	Spidey holds up a hand for a beat, then just-- goes. There's no need for synchronizing watches or using a starting gun. The Spiders just seem to have a sense of where the others of their ilk are, and generally what they're doing. Spider-Man is launching himself into the fray! Constrictor turns in surprise just in time to get a webshot right to the face. It's the really nasty gooey, sticky bundle of joy that Spidey reserves especially for the real jerks among criminals. The villain stumbles and staggers, shouting hoarsely and trying to rip the webbing from his face. "I've got the kid!" Spidey announces, and throws himself at Constrictor's tail. It's a little easier for him to wrestle the animatronic anaconda, using his feet and hands both to get a grip and start trying to uncurl the tail before the intern gets badly hurt. He grunts and strains and finally manages to start prying the grip open, just in time for Constrictor to get his eyes clear of the gunk and wheel around on his attacker!
Jessica Drew	On the ethereal spider connection count, Jessica grabs the window ledge and catapults through the window a millisecond behind Spidey. A flick of her wrist adds webbing to the gunk Constrictor claws at, binding eyelids closed and blocking his nostrils. No holds barred until the hostage is released. When he turns on the invading rescuers, Jessica adds silver strands of webbing with the tensile strength of steel to tie him to the floor, binding feet, hands and tail while Spidey goes for the kid. A nebulous green glow orbs her hand as she yells, "Drop him!"
Peter Parker	Constrictor struggles and flails but Jessica has him doubled over, and he can't seem to decide on whether he should claw his way to his feet or rip the webbing away from his face so he can breathe. Any time he tries one or the other, she just lays him out again, and Constrictor can do little but snarl and curse in animal frustration. Both Spider-Woman and Spidey get a heads up a fraction of a second before danger strikes. It's cutting it close, even for them, and Spider-Man backflips away from Constrictor and twists himself in midair to avoid the attack. Two darts bury themselves in the filing cabinet that was just behind him. Jessica can smell the potent neurotoxin on the darts even from that short distance away. Of course she has her own issues to deal with: Ophelia Sarkassian, AKA 'The Viper', lashes out at her with the heavy, barbed bullwhip in her hands. The green-clad woman uses it with some skill, forcing Jessica to maneuver away rather than playing her hand too hard and trying to outright wound her. "Damnit Payne!" Viper snarls, closing in on him. "I told you to wait for backup!" An aerosol is spritzed in his direction and it immediately starts attacking the webbing strands around him. They grow loose and stretch and he's finally able to get his eyes and face clear of the gunk, standing up and shreddding his way clear. "Spider-Man!" Constrictor roars, and with that little fanfare, charges at Spidey. Madame Viper grins toothily at Jessica, continuing to crack her whip with one hand and drawing a handgun from her hip with the other. "You slumming it with the costumed freaks again?" she challenges Jessica. "I thought you'd have gotten enough of that from SHIELD."
Jessica Drew	Unwilling to dance to Madame Viper's tune Spiderwoman springs onto a desk then the wall almost too quickly for the eye to follow. "You just couldn't do justice to red and black, Viper. So don't get hissy about the company I keep. Infinitely better than you." On her last leap, taking her to the floor, facing Madame Viper, the green orbs around Jessica's fists snap and crackle into a discharge of bio-electricity aimed at the toothy smile. Whirling out of range of the whip, she releases webbing that grabs the nose of the pistol to drag it down.
Peter Parker	Fast as Spider-Woman is, the assassin known as Viper is dangerously close to her in ability. The bio-electricity crackles towards her but is caught against a desklamp thrown into the mix, channeling it into the ground and giving everyone within ten feet a static shock. Viper is no slouch with the whip. She lets Spider-Woman take the gun and immediately draws a knife from the back of her belt. It slashes through the air to cut through some webbing aimed in her direction and she keeps the whip flowing with an almost mesmerizing ease, curling around her like a silk ribbon and periodically flicking that deadly poisoned tip at Jessica to keep her at bay. Over in the corner, Spidey slips up and Constrictor manages to get a hand on him. That tail starts to wrap around him in a greedy grip, snaring an arm and a leg before slipping around Spidey's throat. He chokes and gurgles and with his free hand tries to throw a few punches at Constrictor. It's to no avail; he can either fight or defend himself, not both, and it takes all the strength on his free arm to keep the choke from settling in place. Which leaves Jessica in a bit of a conundrum; press the attack on Viper and wear her down, or fall back and save Spider-Man?
Jessica Drew	"Crickey," Jessica sputters at the discharge hardly feeling the discharge herself but in concern for the others. Weaving left and right, she slides out from under the lash, it's tail just a whisper away from biting her. But, Madame Viper's agile handling of the whip catches her. Spiderwoman winces as the venomous tip of the whip snaps a hole through the arm of her skin tight uniform. Still, the pain is just pain, Jessica is immune to most terran poisons. Ignoring both her surprise and the burning sensation climbing her arm, she throws a web into Viper's face then another at her legs. Only then does she realize that Spidey is in Constrictor's grip. Her right arm is turning into lead. Spidey or Viper? She spins to glue Constrictor's arm in place, anchoring it to the floor, leaving herself open to the venonmous woman.
Peter Parker	It gives Spider-Man the opening he needs; he grabs a wall with his feet for purchase, twists away from the loop, and disentangles himself. This time when he gets his feet set, there's no polite webbing-- Spider-Man throws a right cross and a backflip kick to Constrictor's chin. It knocks him out like a light, and he's unconscious on his feet. Constrictor falls so quickly his tail is still trying to keep him upright while he topples over. "It's over, Viper!" Spider-Man shouts, and springs across a desk and bounces off the ceiling to square off with her. He forms the third point of a triangle with Jess backing him up. "Oh, it absolutely is," Viper says, and bares her fangs (proverbially) in a smug grin. "I've got it!" The crowing cry comes from a newcomer, a woman who had snuck into the manager's office while the fight was going on. She grins jubilantly and holds a thumb drive aloft. "/Commanda/?" Spider-Man balks, eyes going wide. With a giddy laugh she leaps out the window, activating a wingsuit and soaring away. The two Spiders turn back to Viper just in time to get a cloud of poisonous dust hurled at their faces. Spidey's built-in respirator is OK at some common toxins but the fine particles seem to hit him hard, and he goes down on one knee while crawling away and coughing violently. "Sorry Payne," Viper says as she heads towards the window. Payne is still staggered, barely up on his hands and knees and almost incoherent. "You get to be the fall guy for this one." She puts a foot on Payne's ribs, then looks back at Jessica. "Get it? /Fall/ guy?" Viper mocks Spider-Woman with a laugh and kicks the crippled henchman into free space, and just like Commanda, vaults off the building in the other direction and employs a wingsuit to fly several blocks in the opposite direction.
Jessica Drew	Jessica guffaws under her breath at Constrictor being held up by his tail then toppling. Triumph is short lived at the jubilant words coming from the woman holding a thumb drive aloft. Jess does a double take. "Can this get worse?" A chain of violent sneezes answers the rhetorical question. Jess's jaw drops as Viper gleefully pushes her partner in crime out the window. Still sneezing, Jessica launches herself through the window in a vain attempt to catch the falling villain turned victim. She catches a glimpse of the winged escape, too fast for her to stop the two women while Payne speeds toward the pavement.
Peter Parker	The bad guys get away-- or at least the ringleaders do. Unwitting sap or not, Constrictor's still a consenting adult making bad choices, and he's child's play for her to web up and hang up from a lightpost for the Meta Crimes Unit to come collect. A few seconds later Spider-Man slides down the building and lands on the sidewalk. He falls to one knee, still violently coughing, until a considerate citizen offers him a glass of water. Peter rolls his mask up enough to drink it, then coughs, then drinks as much as they can bring him until his throat stops screaming in pain. "I think we got hustled, Spider-Woman," he tells Jess with a reedy tone of voice. Spidey's neck cranes as he looks in the direction of both disappeared women. "Guess we better figure out what their next step is so we can figure out ours."