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Peter Parker	The skies above Midtown, Manhatten are a mass of grey, thick cloud cover blotting out any trace of the sun and making the chilly day feel just a little colder by that simple lack. Only making things worse is the stiff breeze that races through the canyon-like streets of the city, making that wintery cold just a little more biting, a little more cutting. Most people out and about hurry on their way, coats and scarves pulled close, heads bowed against that wind, the sidewalks not quite as crowded as might normally be the case. While the sidewalks might be a little more open then usually is the case in the heart of this bustling metropolis the streets are every bit as crowded as is usually the case, cars, SUVs and trucks of all sorts packed in tightly. It is a scene not unfamiliar really, nothing of particular note. Unless one knows what to look for of course. Indeed, there is one particular unmarked delivery van that has drawn the attention of two disparate but dangerous individuals, eyeing it predatorially from two distinct vantage points. Indifferent to all the people and property they will have to go through to get at their prize. "This is dumb." Then there are those who do not really have a good reason to be out and about on a day such as this. Who realistically should be ensconced at the Empire State University library. Or maybe home, in the relative warm comfort of his basement. Really anywhere but here. Here, in this particular instance, is a rooftop overlooking the city streets below. The who? Well that would be the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, legs dangling over the side of the building and an open textbook resting across his lap. Going out, clearing his head, maybe combining a little patrolling with a little studying had seemed like a good idea. For some reason that one Peter Parker is no longer quite so sure of. But after spending the past hour or so flitting from building to building with the occasional break inbetween to crack open that thick book that otherwise remains in his backpack betweeen those little mini-patrols. Suffice to say between the distractions and the cold, it hasn't been very productive. "This is dumb," Spidey reiterates with a sigh, masked gaze drifting from the page spread open in front of him -- the same page he's been on for the past fifteen minutes -- to the street below. Studying and super-heroing don't really mix.
Nico Minoru	And she's finally going to university! Being a Runaway<tm> made getting higher education a bit difficult, but with her new job at WAND/SHIELD, Nico's finally a college girl. Wouldn't her parents be proud? (Of course, they're Asian.) That means she's just finished her own tour of campus, making sure she knows where her classes are. She's dressed casually in a pair of snug fitting jeans, an Empire State University hoodie, and a peacoat to keep out the chill. In her hands is her registered class schedule, and she looks down at it. "That auditorium should be here somewhere." she mumbles, looking quite lost on campus.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson is currently walking her way along through the city streets. She has a newspaper in front of her - it's not the Bugle, the Globe, or even the Post. There's a large front page picture of J Jonah Jameson mid-rant with his mustache out over like it had static electricity going through it, and spittle flaring up. The headline reads 'THAT MUSTACHE, THAT MENACE' as Mary Jane goes to read her print copy of the Onion.     'Crazed symbiote admits that it needs removed from crazier man before it loses will to live'.
Doreen Green	Studying and superheroing really don't mix very well, so Doreen tries to not let things pile up to that point. If there is one good thing about her uni roomie, it's that Beth does nag her just enough to not fall behind. Though it may just be that if Doreen keeps pace with her schooling, she has more time free to be out in the city, and spends less time at their dorm room and Doreen's upbeat personality doesn't exasperate the goth girl. We're going to call it 50-50 between concern and wanting personal gloomy space. Today though was neither of those things. At least not right now. There would likely be patrolling or crook busting eventually, someone will wave her down. That is both the blessing and the curse of not having a secret identity and running your own superhero supporting online media presence. Right now though Doreen had made a trip to a smaller publishing shop to see about getting some manner of calling card made. Because that would make it sooooo much easier to pass out the deets for her Unbeatable Squirrel Girl v-blog and other Nuts and Boots Army related sites. And after that she had found one of the many street vendors that work Manhattan to get a New York style hot dog for herself and a bag of roasted peanuts for Tippy-Toe.
Julian Keller	"No no no." Julian says heatedly into the phone. He's not dressed for school. At least not regular school. He's wearing a suit, with a form fitting grey Peacoat that accents his black slacks. His free hand is animated as he talks and to those looking his hand doesn't quite move in ways that would be considered normal. Digits move faster or slower then they should. "Just stop and listen. I'll be back next week okay?" There is a pause as he listens to whoever is on the line. "Yes. Got it. Fine. Got it." His eyes glow green for an instant before they return to normal. "Bye." Stopping in his walk headless of those around him, he lowers his head and let's out an exasperated sigh.
Kaine Parker	Blood Spider is watching the city. He's often amused looking downward. Everything looks so peaceful, so wonderfully serene looking, but the city can be dangerous. It may not be as vicious as Gotham, but New York can still be an animal. Although, he's staying close to the University. Someone told Blood Spider something he did, "is inhuman." That sticks when you're someone fighting for your own humanity. Trying to be more than just a "replacement for a constant problem," or someone that leaves a blood trail in their wake. So, words about his humanity, or actions, will cling to him deeper than anyone would intend. So, he's trying to watch for something that -might- help. And that does cause him to be near a particular University.
Barbara Gordon	For the past three years, Barbara Gordon has been unleashed. A radical technological advancement had given her the ability to walk again, and through that, her decade spent behind computers, yielded her a wealth of 'what ifs' related to being free from her restraint. That freedom had come, and for these past three years, she'd been back in action as Batgirl in Gotham City, putting all the ideas she had swirling around in her mind for ten years in to play. One of those ideas, was her own Batwing jet. Step one had been to acquire the Gordon Green Energy Blimp. Step two had been to set it up for a small VTOL aircraft landing area atop its large super structure. Step three? Well, she's inside it right now. #-1 ARGUMENT OUT OF RANGE Out over the Atlantic ocean, Batgirl is inside her personal Batwing jet plane. She was conducting more tests, along with her Oracle AI system, monitoring the jet's status and performance. The voice of the AI chiming up every now and again to give its pilot a new update on one of the jet's many onboard systems, while Barbara, in full Batgirl armored costume, pilots the craft, pushing it to its limits out over the waters of the Atlantic. Equipped with state of the art stealth technologies, the small aircraft had been twisting, turning, climbing, diving and performing full on aerial stunts, all while the pilot and AI co-pilot checked off each box for today's test flight. The jet reverberates around Batgirl, as she brings it up from a hard dive down toward the ocean's waters, her gloved hands clutching the jet's flight yoke, her green eyes peering out from behind her half masked cowl, a heavy breathing exercise coming from between her pink lips, as she fights off the G-forces from the whole flight exercise. One more status update comes in, as the nimble light aircraft twirls with impressive agility, before it balances out and aims west bound back toward the New York shores. "I think we're good for the day, Oracle." Babs says, her hand moving to adjust a touch screen display. "We'll head back to the mothership, and go over what we gathered today." She says, to a pleasant response from the AI voice, feminine and pleasant to the ear.
Jack Nolan	For his part, Jack has been working in Manhattan for a while now. With things being as slow as they have been for a while, he's taken on several different contracts. One of which has had his company guarding bank transfers. One of them got hit, and he had to visit the NYPD in order to sign a bunch of paperwork. He hates that part. The large mutant has just left the pricient, and he has started to head back towards where he had parked. It's impossible to miss him, people on the sidewalk moving out of his way as he moves through them. He's not trying to make a scene, but there's still people taking pictures with their cameras of him. Always a sideshow.
Peter Parker	The Justice System can be a finely honed machine, made up of some very disparate parts, all of which need to work in harmony to insure that the system continues to operate with relative smoothness. And is frequently the case, a lot of that essential machinery operates behind the scenes, unseen, unnoticed and unconsidered by those that the system serves -- and those that it protects against. One of those little considered by essential parts of the system is the constant flow of information, of evidence. Taken in by the police, by forensics teams. Analyzed, stored away. UNtil it's time for trial. At which point all that evidence has to be produced once more, gathered up, be it from precinct evidencel ocker or the larger storage facilities that house aisle after aisle of evidence of all sorts. And while some, like the weapons or drugs might have obvious value, information can have value all of it's own as well. It is one of those obscure gears that has attracked the attention of two bug-themed menances this particular day. That unmarked van. Painted white, it looks unremarkable, though unusually heavy for a delivery vehicle. As makes a great deal of sense given that the paint hides the armored exterior. Armored, as it transports evidence from the NYPD Evidence Locker out at Red Hook, Brooklyn, to the downtown courthouse only blocks away. There is no signal, no set moment and certainly no coordination. Just two men who have been sold the same information by the same criminal broker looking to maximize their profits. And perhaps of the belief that their double-dealing will never come back to haunt them Either way, the snarled New York Traffic and more specifically that transport van comes under attack from two very different directions. Maybe he should feel the cold, but huddled in a nearby alleyway, Mac Gargan, the Scorpion only flexes hands in anticipation. And when that van rolls past the mouth of the narrow passage where he lurks? A smile slides over his expression. Bursting out across that sidewalk, elbowing aside the couple of people between him and his target, he springs up onto the hood of one of the nearly motionless cars, crouched there as that flailing tail lines up, bright gobs of green spurting from the end to spatter against the rear door of that vehicle. And despite the armored plating, a hiss sounds and the metal... simply begins to dissolve. From another direction entirely an armored figure swoops down out of the gusty air above the Midtown streets. The garish green and purple suit looks almost comical in some ways, with misshapen, over-sized suction-cone like hands that extend before it. But they prove their utility when the Beetle lands on the hood of the same vehicle, those extensions fastening onto the windshield of the armored transport and rather casually ripping out the whole pane of bullet-proof glass from the front of the van, casually tossing it aside as nearby pedestrians scramble. Up above the street, perched on his ledge, the shouts, the crash of that glass pane being ripped out, being tossed to one side with careless disregard for anyone who might be in the way would likely have caught Spidey's attention regardless. Even if he wasn't already staring at the street instead of the textbook in his lap. "Now this is more like it!" he says, that book set aside on the ledge beside him as he quite literally throws himself off the roof without seeming concern for the long drop awaiting him.
Doreen Green	Doreen Green has her hotdog, Tippy-Toe sitting happily on her shoulder with the bag of roasted peanuts, as she makes her way back into the walking crowds. Only to see a familiar form towering over everyone else. And unlike everyone else there's not gawping and photo snapping, just holding up one hand in an energetic wave to be seen over the crowd. "HI J--" Wait, is he on duty or not? She can't tell, and while he's like her and not doing secret identities because of even harder to hide physical traits than her own, she should properly respect that he may be working. So she quickly corrects herself. "HELLO MR. STONECLAW!" Doesn't slow the ethusiastic waving down any. That gets dampered by the sounds of a ruckus erupting nearby. "Oh no, that sounds like trouble Tippy." Doreen spins on her heels and takes off in the direction of the noise, stuffing the rest of the hotdog in her mouth. Does she have cheek pouches like a normal squirrel? At least seems like it in some degree. Doesn't matter, by the time she reachs the delivery truck's spot she's swallowed it down. Some jerk has ripped off the windshield and thrown it aside to shatter on the pavement. "HEY!" Squirrel Girl stops and points real dramatic and threatening at Beetle. "That's like carjacking AND littering at the same time! Stop it right this instant, or I will have to make you stop it!" Tail flicking back and forth in aggitation, while Tippy-Toe shakes a balled paw and squeaks out something that maybe shouldn't be translated to human. Good thing Doreen is the only one that can actually understand it and we don't have to break out the CENSORED bars.
Nico Minoru	Who would be one of those people that was knocked back in the Scorpion's approach? That would be a Miss Nico Minoru as she falls back onto her butt with a bit of an oomph. "Hey! What's your..." Her tone is annoyed; angry really.But then she sees that acid melting the side of the van and decides to not press the issue further. Considering the sheer number of superheroes in Manhattan, surely there will be someone to take care of these two, right? "Hey! Cops! Someone!" she calls out before she does what any Gen Z person does when seeing something interesting. She pulls out her iPhone and hits record.
Mary Jane Watson	Gonig to watch a moment as she hears the sound of things breaking, Mary Jane goes to swear for a moment as she hears the noise. She goes to her pockets to take out her Spider-Comm (it takes her a few moments, thanks to the fact she has three different phones on her - one for business, one for family, one for friends) and goes to ping out along it with her location and the threat. Then she's moving to duck behind some cover to approach. Mostly as this is out of her league and she's not wanting to get in the way of things if there's a fight. She'll settle for helping to evacuate civilians as things escalate.
Barbara Gordon	The single engine jet plane that Barbara pilots back toward the coastline gains altitude again, as within its sleek black form, the pilot taps at another touch screen display. "I'd like to run a check on the air speed sensors when we get back to base." She tells her Oracle AI co-pilot, who confirms that desire with a notation on the to-do-list. "Lets get the stealth system up at full, so we don't come in over Manhattan, and raise any alarms. Plus the silent running test still could use some more depth." As she controls the Bat-aesthetic jet back toward the city, Babs' hears her AI alert system, along with a warning from the AI itself. Her eyes glance down at the feed of information, and a exhale escapes between the pilot's lips. "Seems like we're testing our activity and alerts today too." She states, seeing a number of social media posts popping up online, which her AI is corrolating based on location in relation to their own. "Something happening in the city, it seems." There's a few moments of debating involvement internally, before Barbara adjusts course to the locale where those social media posts are popping up from. "We'll do a fly-by, see what is up. I'm sure New York's finest are all over it, or soon to be, anyway." On the aft end of the jet plane, its engine ignites a blue exhaust, as its internal systems switch over to a much more silent thrust propulsion mode, while the jet now soars in from the east, coming up on the location fast, with Barbara's eyes sweeping from her navigation readout to the city's famous skyline.
Jack Nolan	When his name gets called out, Jack raises his head up and looks up at Doreen, about to wave back to her, when the sudden clatter and crash as the van is attacked. There's a moment where a frown crosses his face, "Great." It's not that he needs to get involved. Technically he's not on duty. But when you look like him, you're sort of always on call. So get involved he will, running towards the van, putting himself between that flying bullet proof windshield and the civilians, letting it crash into him as he brings his arms up in front of himself to keep any of that glass out of his eyes. Several spikes of rock start to form on the back of his right hand, as he gets ready for the fight he knows is coming, "Get out of here, go!" He yells at a group of gawkers, motioning them away with his left hand.
Kaine Parker	Chaos. All of it causes a chain reaction. The potential solution presents itself and that's when Blood Spider starts to go toward the chaos. Swinging across the city streets. Although the Spider- Sense doesn't go off, Spider-Man may notice he's not the only Spider around today. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? For now, Kaine just wants to hurt something. Beetle has a punchable helmet. That's a good combo in Blood Spider's book. He will look around, seeing if others will drop in. He doesn't want to charge in if some form of coordinated attack can be done. Or a group effort to save the civilians. Those are the two big priorities in this. Well, that's what Blood Spider tells himself.
Julian Keller	No sooner then Julian raises his head, does chaos reign supreme. It's madness and mayham, people running around screaming and shouting. And the peacoat wearing young man just watches unmoving. His eyes tracking things this way and that. As debris is thrown from the van it is sent right towards Julian. And yet he still stands unmoving. It hits him. And he stands unmoving in a green glow. With an exasberated sigh, Julian shrugs his Peacoat off and drapes it over a news paper box. His jacket comes next and turning towards the assailaints punches at the ground as he takes steps towards them the green haze around him remaining as he is suddenly in a run. "Not the best day for this." He shouts out as suddenly rising in the air to bring down his fist on Scorpion. Bug smashing is fun.
Peter Parker	One sure way to deal with problems on the busy streets of New York City? Honk at them of course. It was not exactly like traffic was already flowing freely through the city streets of course, but this unexpected disturbance certainly brings what little movement there is to pretty much a stand-still. And while those closest to the disturbance are more likely to watch nervously from the confines of their car, or even scramble out of their vehicles seeking cover -- any good New Yorker should be well aware by now how these situations can escalae -- those further back mainly only care that there path through the city has been disrupted. So laying on the horn seems a fair response. That cacophony of noise is picked up, first but a handful, then by dozens of vehicles, filling the street with an even greater din. It would seem that Nico is hardly alone in her chosen course of action and while presumably a few of the onlookers have likely dialed 911 to alert the authorities of the latest disturbance to the city's day to day, more then a few phones are raised up into the air, directed towards that white unmarked van that has been attacked at both ends -- and the pair of costumed criminals assaulting it. Capturing the event from a myriad of angles. While the windshield might be shatter resistant, in some ways that only makes it more dangerous, especially given the visciousness and violence with which it is hurled. And while people do go scrambling, they can only move so fast. Fortunately Jack Nolan is there, stepping in front of it, arms raised defensively as it slams into him with a crash, that sheet of bulletproof material fragmenting but not breaking into shards as it lands at his feet. The Beetle remains perched on the hood of that van, crouched ever so slightly as those bright purple wings continue to idly flap on his back. "Don't do anything stupid. Just open the back and you might just get through this oka..." the armored figure begins, voice faintly distorted by that helmet he wears. It's also when the Beetle finally notices that he is not alone in his interest in the delivery truck. Distracted for just a moment, a flicker of motion as the driver starts to reach for his sidearm, as Doreen hurls her warning his way, draws his attention back to the here and now. "Imbecile," he growls, one of those oversized suction-cup 'fingers' stretching forth to bat at that hand reaching for a weapon before plucking the man out of his seat and casually dragging him right through that front window as if he weighed nothing at all. "And you," he whirls towards the young woman tossing her warning his way. "Mind your betters." And with that the Beetle hurls the unfortunate driver. Straight towards Doreen and her furry friend.
Peter Parker	More debris flies as the Scorpion's tail whirls, spreading that acidic fluid across the back of the van until the rear doors which hiss and burn wimply fall off, the hinges melted away. Leaping off his perch, he lets that tail slam down on the hood of that recently vacated car hood, sending shards towards Julian -- which are shrugged off. But it does mean that he doesn't see that fist that comes slamming down at him, sending his sprawling across the pavement, crashing into another nearby car. "Who--" Mac Gargan snarls angrily, scrambling to his feet and again, letting that tail fling that acidic mess in a wild, random arc around him. Windows melt, a light standard is cut in half and begins to fall and a nearby sign is cut from the building it clung to, adding to the chaos and potential harm to those below. He hears his phone chime as he plunges down towards the street below, the notification unmistakably the Spider-Comm setup between himself and those trusted allies that he has. Under the circumstances however, Pete does not immediately reach for it. Whatever it is, hopefully it's not more messed up then this. A webline is flungout with a *thwip*, striking a nearby building and breaking that straight fall and as Spider-Man swings down, he finds that he is not the only one of the scene. "That looks like trouble," Pete mutters, free hand coming up, shooting out webbing to try and catch the falling sign. Well, this day is turning into a mess. And he hasn't even noticed Kaine's arrival yet.
Mary Jane Watson	Oh, look, it's two out of the three Parkers (there may be another clone around that MJ just hasn't met yet, she wouldn't put it off). She goes to not bother to send in anything else as she watches the group fighting with Scorpion and Beetle. She's doing her best to try and help keep the crowd out of the way. "Everyone, get to some cover calmly. Get behind something and keep out of the way." She was well aware of how dangerous Scorpion was - Beetle less so (not that he wasn't, just she hadn't seen him). Murmuring to herself softly but focused on keeping people out of the way while trying to guide them along. Not bothering to look for a weapon or anything- her ICER wouldn't do anything to the armor of either of them, and neither would her batons. So she was just keeping her head down and trying to make sure the others did the same!
Nico Minoru	She signed up for that intro to journalism class. It seemed interesting and she knew there were famous reporters like Lois. Maybe she wanted to give it a try. That meant that Nico was in full on recording mode, trying to get everything on the camera. Perhaps, she would be able to get extra credit even before classes begin. Huzzah! Naturally, that means putting herself in harm's way, going towards the action instead of running away from it, seemingly excited by the prospect. Her brows quirk as she spies a familiar redhead and squints. "It's two people who like to dress-up like bugs. How could they possibly be dangerous?" she says with a scoff. Did she just paint a giant target on herself? The magic 8-ball says ABSOLUTELY.
Doreen Green	Oh damn now they're purposely putting civilians at risk. That really chaffs Doreen's hide... but it also does a good job of diverting her attention. "Incoming! I got him!" She throws up her arms to catch the driver that was flung at her, thanks to the porportionate strength of a squirrel! Which isn't nearly as grand as the porportionate strength of a spider, but it is enough for her to be able to hold up a few times her own weight. Or in this case catch hapless people. But that means her arms are full and she can't do a lot, right? Right? Shame on you if you thought of such a thing. Dorren remarks something in her own chitters and squeaks. The response to the command is Tippy-Toe jumping back off her shoulder and onto Doreen's tail. Which Doreen uses as their version of a certain infamous move to catapult her squirrely sidekick at Beetle! "FUZZBALL SPECIAL!", Squirrel Girl shouts as she does so. It's just like a certain other short Canadian hero, but less stabby and more bitey.
Julian Keller	"Hellion!" Julian shouts back at Mac, "That's who!" Taking a moment, Julian tilts his head left and right as he unbuttons the sleeves of his dress shirt and rolls it them up. "Woooah, spewing your load already. I knew I was good, but at least let me buy you dinner first." He flashes a cocky grin and steps back from the potential spewage watching with interest as the metal starts to dissolve on the post. When something breaks, might as well use it. "Here, hold this." Julian says his eyes fixing on the light standard. It suddenly starts to glow green and instead of smashing a poor Nico, it is hurtled straight at Scorpion.
Kaine Parker	Blood Spider starts to rush forward more. And then the Fuzzball Special gives him an idea. "THWIP!" "THWIP!" a webline from each shooter. A second later he starts to move himself back. When the webline starts to strain, he'll sling shot himself forward. Blood Spider is hoping for surprise because after the Squrrel is done beating you up, who would expect a costumed Spider? Not many (I mean this is New York so it's not out of th question). That's the plan to fling himself forward and go for a nice timed kick. It looks like a lot of people are working on crowd safety anyway.
Barbara Gordon	The Batwing sweeps in from the north, curving around to the west and coming back up, its forward momentum cut sharply as it finds a suitable spot to set down atop a building's roof that the AI confirms is built strong enough to service the jet's presence. with the engine cut, and the jet's landing legs touching down upon the roof's surface, the canopy glides open, and Batgirl launches out from inside it. With her cape billowing out behind her, the black and gold clad super hero lands upon the ledge of the building's edge, her legs bending to lower her down in to a crouch where she can observe a measure of the madness unfolding below. "Oh, New York.." She mutters. "And everyone says Gotham is the craziest city in the country..." The dangerous display from the ground, draws Batgirl in to action. She leaps with a graceful lunge off of the building's edge, her cape fluttering behind her, as she glides toward the sudden bursting of debris falling from a neighboring building. Batgirl flies right past the falling debris, slapping the side of it with a metal connection device, that twists to seal itself in place, before it blasts out a unraveling cord, with a powerful grappling hook at its end! The debris is swung backwards to collide with the facade of the building it was falling from, now swaying side to side, but at least not crashing to the ground... Sweeping past that building, Batgirl descends down toward the chaos on the street, coming to land atop a city services truck, she once more crouches, her eyes glaring out from behind her mask at the fight as it continues to unfold. her right hand comes up, as she taps several quick entries on her left gauntlet wrist computer, and from her jet back upon the landing roof, several small bat drones begin to deploy in to the sky, spreading out in a diamond patterned formation.
Jack Nolan	With the windshield dealt with, Jack plants his back foot and pushes off of the ground, throwing himself at Beetle. With him having thrown the driver like a ragdoll, he thinks it's time to get the guy to focus on someone a little more his speed than a security guard. His aim is to grapple with Beetle and haul him away from the van. It looks like he's going to get some help from Tippy-Toe as the squirrel is launched. "You know that color scheme is overdone, right?" He growls out to Beetle as he clashes with him, hauling back his left arm and throwing a haymaker with it. That's not the one with the spikes on it, he's just trying to give him a massive strike, and hopefully avoid hitting Tippy-Toe in the process.
Peter Parker	At least some of the people out on the street show a little sense, listening to MJ's calls to take shelter, to get out of the way of things. Which is probably a good thing, given that neither the Beetle or the Scorpion are exactly showing a great deal of restraint or concern for collateral damage. Increasingly those on the sidewalk start to seek shelter, darting into the storefronts that line the street, disappearing down alleyways or if nothing else at least crouching down behind parked cars or mailboxes. Though as debris and acid both fly about that is, at best, only marginally safer. Fortunately between Batgirl's gadgets and Spider-Man's webbing, most of the falling debris is picked off before it can land on those who have either not sought, or just not found shelter yet, collapsing signs webbed to walls while other falling debris is dangles from those grapnels. So far at least no serious injuries. That's what counts, right? And while things might be going pretty well for the heroes that come out of the woodwork to intervene, the same can't be said for the Beetle. If he expected that the tossed driver would silence his harshest critic here today, he is in for a bit of a surprise as the man is instead snatched out of the air and cradled to safety before he can land heavily on the sidewalk. Instead the armored figure recoils ever so slightly as that squirrel is flung his way, the speed more alarming then the size. "You have to be kidding me?" Abner Jenkins says with a sharp burst of laughter. "You really expect a squirrel to do anything to... hey, quit that!" The metal armor might prove a little daunting to her sidekick's teeth, but the joints of that suit are a little more flexible, a little more pliable and the ungainly nature of those over-large gloves makes it all but impossible to track down the scampering squirrel. Distracted, whirling in place on the hood of that van as he tries to grab hold of his tiny attacker, the Beetle never notices Blood Spider's descent, never sees him fly his way, propelled by that webbing. At least not until the last minute. By then it's too late as the kick hits him square in the back, sending him flying. Straight into the grasping arms of Jack Nolan. Caught, disoriented and thoroughly enraged by a squirrel of all things, the Beetle flails in that hold. "Unhand me you..." he begins. That light standard pitches ominously towards Nico, dropping towards the burgeoning intrepid reporter... at least until it is scooped up in Hellion's telekinetic embrace and instead hurled like a lance. Straight towards the Scorpion. Hurling himself aside, the pole flies straight towards the car behind him. Where Spider-Man lands on the far side, ripping the car door free and pulling the driver inside out at the last moment as they tumble to the pavement just as that standard crashes through the far window. "You're a real pain in my ass, punk," Mac Gargan growls, that metallic tail lunging out, spearing back towards Julian like a striking viper.
Nico Minoru	Nico always has depended on the kindness of strangers, so when Hellion decides to help her out by preventing her getting squished, she simply curtsies in his direction and gives a thumbs up. Until she gets hit with recognition and blinks, "Hey, I know you." Then, she looks back towards the crumbling debris and the structural damage in the midst of midtown. And of course, there's Scorpion going towards her savior. Wanting to settle her karmic debt, she slices her thumb on a nearby piece of glass and then smears it over her prosthetic witch-arm. Looking towards Mac as he lunges out towards the telekine, she mutters softly... "ORGASMOTRON 3000." Yes. She's intending on stopping the villain in his tracks with the most mindblowing experience he can have.
Kaine Parker	Blood Spider lands and then Jack has everything in hand. Literally. A nod comes from Blood Spider and just as he's about toward Scorpion's direction, he stops. Something stops him for a brief second. One single word: Ass. Blood Spider just stares in Spider-Man's direction. "I thought I was the Spider that fucking swore." He'll look to the side and stop again at another sight. "The-what-3000?" Blood's just still for a moment more. Taking a second to regroup, Blood pinches himself. Pain surges through him. Alright, this isn't a dream or delusion. "I'm not touching that one," and then he refocuses on Scorpion because he doesn't want to be around the Naughty-Time 3000. That's too weird for him and he's a clone.
Julian Keller	Laughter can be heard from Julian. Actual deep belly full laughter. He holds his stomach at being called punk. "Punk?! The 90's called and they want your quips back!" He's too busy laughing to see the tail. It races straight at him and it strikes him right into his chest. His green shielding takes the blunt of it all, protecting his body from harm, but he's thrown back sliding in his dress shoes still laughing. "Hey, movie star!" Julian says to Nico where he stopped his slide. "You never gave me your number the other day. Hold on, got something to do." Julian gives her a wink and turning he lifts up off the ground and stops and stares at Nico. "Oh god. Not that." He has experienced something similar "RUN MAN RUN!" He's shouting to the villain as he's flying towards Scorpion. Forced Orgasmic pleasure is not fun! Maybe he'll save the bad guy from it. Probably not.
Doreen Green	The armor would of probably slowed down a normal squirrel more. But Tippy-Toe has experience in crimestopping, she knows to go for the less shielded spots. Like nipping at a joint, then scurrying away to avoid being grabbed, biting at a different spot, and crawling onto Beetle's back to be in that spot that people just can't reach on their own unless they have stretchy powers or such. More importantly Tippy-Toe makes a great distraction, long enough for Blood Spider and Stoneclaw to set up a combo that even if not intentional sure is effective! Doreen meanwhile backs off from the immeadiate fighting to set the driver down. "There you go good sir. Any idea what they're after, or is this just another example of jerks causing chaos?"
Barbara Gordon	Batgirl rises up to her full height atop the roof of that city services truck, her long red hair flowing over her right shoulder in the cold winter winds coming up from behind her. Her eyes glance skyward, as her four drones buzz by overhead, on their way toward the ruckus across the street. An angry New Yorker voice comes from the truck that Batgirl was standing upon, and the angry driver steps out of his vehicle, to clare upward. Just as he is about half way through a curse word, he sees WHO is standing ontop of his vehicle, and it causes him to cut short of outright cursing profanity at the Batgirl. Instead, he simply shouts up at her. "Nice costume, lady! Can I get a selfie to show my kids?" Batgirl ignores him for the time being though, instead jumping from the vehicle to rush out across the road, her cape fluttering behind her as she intercepts a pair of young children fleeing from their cover to try and get back to their parents, unaware of a vehicle taking a hastey route to try and get away from the madness itself! Batgirl grabs the two children, and pulls them in to herself, as she rolls acrobatically toward the side of the street, helping protect the children from peril. When the three of them end up heads-up again, they all exchange looks with one another, the little boy panting heavily, the little girl saying 'Wow!' while the boy chimes in with. "Hey, you're not Batman." Batgirl just sighs, as she motions the children toward their parents who come rushing toward the trio to gather up their wayward kids.
Jack Nolan	The extra help is a surprise, but a welcome one for him. Stoneclaw uses his strength to lift Beetle up into the air, twisting around and throwing him against the van he was trying to rob with enough force to put a massive crater in the side of the van. Thinking quick, he throws several of the spikes at Beetle, aiming to try and pin him to the van's side like hanging up a note on a whiteboard. None of the spikes would be fatal, some of them may not even make it through the armor, but he's ready to strike again if Beetle gets back up despite the beating he's been getting, "Stay down or I'll let Squirrel Girl off the chain."
Peter Parker	With most of those in the immediate vicinity taking cover, the immediately danger to the civilians is greatly reduced, though the wailing car horns that continue to occasionally punctuate the mid-afternoon air above the Midtown street would suggest that not everyone is satisfied with that fact. More to the point however is the fact that the Beetle has definitely been taken out of play. Between that squirrel, Blood Spider's kick from behind and Jack's unforgiving grip, the armored villain can' manage to muster leverage or bring his wings into play. And trying to beat Stoneclaw with those unwieldy gauntlets is proving to be an equally pointless exercise. "If you know what's good for you you'll let me go," he demands. It does not seem that anyone is particularly daunteded by Jenkins' threats however. Especially once he is thrown, crashing into the side of the transport, leaving it dented, those purple wings firmly fixed in place by the stone spokes that puncture them, pinning him there. "You... you..." the Beetle sputters impotently. The dazed driver peers at Doreen, struggling to get his balance, reaching out to brace himself against a nearby mailbox while tossing a nervous look over his shoulder. "Th... thank you. I thought I'd had it. I can't believe you caught me like that," he manages, shaking his head. "We're an NYPD transport, bringing evidence to the courthouse. We're not really carrying anything of value, I mean, not monetarily. I guess maybe there's some sort of information that could be used. Or maybe just disrupting the chain of evidence. If some of that stuff disappeared, it would sink a whole lot of cases," the driver admits. The fight with the Scorpion at the back of the van comes to a rather unexpected end as well. As that deadly tail lunges towards Hellion, still dripping that acidic green goo, as the mutant lunges back -- whether to finish him or save him not really mattering -- the unlikely command from the goth girl makes Mac Gargan spasm in place, deadly tail flying wide as an 'Oh Shit!' is ripped from him. And he goes crashing to the pavement, convulsing, the groan ripped from him almost alarming in it's duration and intensity. Picking himself off the ground and helping the dazed man back to his feet even as he mutters 'My car, who's going to pay for my car,' Pete glances skyward, catching a glimpse of those stylish black drones soaring above the seen. "Sweet drones," he enthuses with a shake of his head before his gaze flickers back to the man he just saved and the convulsing Scorpion on the ground nearby. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Just remember, not my fault, okay? I'm the reason you still have a head so if you can't blame me I'd really appreciate it," Spidey says before hurling himself across the hood of the car, sliding to the far side and starting to walk over towards the fallen criminal. As he walks, Pete occasionally directs a burst of webbing downward, slathering that twitching tail in those sticky bonds, keeping it pinned to the ground and proceeding to do much the same to the Scorpion. "Dude. You're a jerk. But I'm embarassed for you," he says, glancing at the stain marking the man's costume before quickly looking away. "Ugh. Hopefully this story doesn't get around. Or I guess it would serve you right." The Beetle and the Scorpion. It's hard to say who's had the worse day.
Doreen Green	Fortunately Tippy-Toe has crawled off Beetle while she had the chance, and is sitting on Jack's shoulder when he chucks the crook aside to put him out of the fight for good. Doreen watchs the fight wrap up as she listens to the driver and nods. "Mmmhmmm. Evidence or information can be very valuable in crime rings. Sell it off, use it for blackmail, something like that." She reachs over to pat his shoulder. "You're welcome, good sir. Though you're probably going to need a new transport, they've trashed this one." Now that the fiasco is over she can actually take a look who responded besides her. And Jack that she saw just before. This leads to more waving. "Hi Spider-Man! Hi other spider themed person! Great job sticking down this stick-up!" Pause. "What drones?" She looks up. "Ooooh. Those are pretty wicked cool looking!"
Nico Minoru	Hearing the civilian worry about the car, Nico shakes her head. "There's a lot more collateral damage when these things happen." With that, she sortof reveals that she's Nico, the (former) Teenage Witch, as her right arm reveals it's shiny metallic-ness. Closing her eyes, she presses her palms together and put together a few sigils with her fingers. That's technically a 'worded' command, and soon enough little paperdolls, chonky and adorable, start fixing things, including said car. The little chonksters just wobble about, jumping when they need to as the buildings, cars, and other bits of collateral damage are magically fixed. That explains sooooooooo much.
Julian Keller	Julian Keller is too late to stop the Scorpion from becoming spent by the Orgasmotron 3000 so he simply lands easily to the ground. "Tried to warn you. Punk." He pauses and shakes his head. "See? Punk is such a stupid insult. I've been called waaaaay worse." His body that was surrounded by the green glow of his winks out as does his eyes. He dusts his hands as he looks towards the Web-head. "Welp, that could have gone so much worse," Julian says as he dusts his hands. "See you later, Web-head." Turning on his heals he heads back to that news stand he left his jackets at. "Son of a B..." He curses not seeing his jackets. "This damn city!" Serves him right to leave his things just lying around.
Kaine Parker	Blood Spider just stares in disblief. All he can do is point a webshooter at Gargan. "THWNK!" an orb flies from his webshooter. It's meant to cacoon the villain, essentially cover most of his body from view. Well, if it connects. "I don't have any blankets," and hopeflly in the hours it takes to dissolve, Scorpion will no longer feel the effects, or embarassment, from that spell. Blood Spider nods to Doreen and then looks directly at Spider-Man. "You and I have unfinished business," the words firm and the tone is probably angry. Or maybe this is just the angry Spider. The costume -is- a contrast and departure from the original suit.
Jack Nolan	With Beetle down for the count, and it looks like the other one as well, Jack looks up to Tippy-Toe on his shoulder and makes a fist with his hand to hold up to her, while looking over towards Squirrel Girl, "Keep this up and it'll wind up being an official partnership." He jokes, though he does look between the Spider-Men, "Aren't you guys supposed to be pointing at each other?"
Barbara Gordon	After seeing the children back to their parents, Batgirl rose up to her full height once more. She caught some bits of the conversation taking place at the crime scene, and turned to face those gathered around it. Upon golden bronze armored boots, the Bat-themed vigilante steps over toward the Scorpion as the Spider-guys handle what state he's in. It takes her a moment, but soon as she gathers some measure of a hint at the situation, she grimaces visibly from beneath her half-mask. Kaine, and Peter, are given a look by the Batgirl. "You'll never convince me that your city is less awful than mine now." She tells them both, before she turns toward the street again. The drones in the sky do indeed fly right over Doreen, still in their diamond pattern formation, they observe the situation from above, as Batgirl walks along the side street now, her own eyes keeping watch as she seems to be in patrol mode for the time being, juuuust incase something else breaks out in this whacky town. Her eyes drop down to her wrist computer, the holographic display feeding her updated information from the drones, and her Oracle AI system which is all over the NYPD, and other emergency responder channels, though Babs does spare a glance toward the witch and her unusual method of cleaning up after whatever just happened... She mutters something else under her breath, though she does hold a small smirk of amusement.
Peter Parker	Peter Parker is not exactly what you would call old. Still just barely in his twenties, still very much a student as much as or even moreso then a professional photographer. Still, he has seen a whole heck of a lot in his time as Spider-Man. But little magical paper dolls puttering about, fixing up the destruction left in the attack's wake, repairing broken light standards and falling signs, sweeping away glass and metal degree. Yup. That's a new one. "Huh. I don't think I've seen that before," the wall-crawler confesses. Neither the Beetle nor the Scorpion are going anywhere, that much is clear. Both are very much firmly fixed in place with no real options as far as escape goes. More over, the sound of police sirens and the flashing lights of approaching squad cars reflected in the windows lining the street all suggest that it is not very long until the authorities arrive on the scene. Which means that Spidey might not want to stick around all that long. Some of the local cops seem to appreciate his efforts. Far too many of them seem to put a lot of stock in what they read in the Bugle, or hear in Jameson's podcasts. Enough to leave Pete a little leary about close encounters with the boys in blue at any rate. Hearing Doreen call out nearby, Pete grins beneath his mask and lifts a hand in her firection. "Hey Friendly Neighborhood Squirrel Girl! You tell your furry friend nice job with the Beetle," he calls back. Then he turns his gaze towards Batgirl. He refrains from asking for her autograph, though the crack about New York makes him sputter defensively for a moment. "Yeah, well... huh. I got nuthin'," Spidey admits as the crusader from Gotham strolls by, flicking a glance towards the Scorpion. "So never living that one down buddy." he mutters. "Worse for who?" Spidey retorts to Julian and offers up a "I like to defy expectations." to Jack before he turns his wary gaze towards Kaine's approach. "You are not Friendly. Or Neighborly," Pete suggests to his 'brother'. "And I was having such a good day too. Fine, fine, lets get this over with. But somewhere else." He really wasn't having a good day. But it might end up seeming good in comparison to what's to come. At least his Spider-Sense isn't going crazy. That's something.