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| − | <td valign="top">[[Image:MoA | + | <td valign="top">[[Image:MoA SpiderMiles.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Miles Morales|Miles Morales/Spider-Man]] :''' ''[https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/3937600.html Just another job for one of your friendly neighborhood Spider-Men]. With [[Sharon Friedlander]] performing more mundane heroics.'' |
| + | The laughter and cries of excitement from patrons leaving bars and theaters and clubs on this lovely summer night turned to yelps and howls of pain without warning. An unmarked van sped down the street, pedestrians barely avoiding being flattened and several other cars swerving and crashing into each other to avoid a more disastrous end under the speeding vehicle. Pursuing the van, and black-clad figure swung on ropes through the air. Miles had caught them fleeing a bank robbery. It was hard to believe that people still thought it was a good idea to do that anymore. Didn't they know New York has under superhero protection? | ||
| − | + | Miles shot a web when he got close enough and flung himself onto the roof. Leaning over the passenger side, he smashed his fist through the window and poked his head in. "Ay, mira, fun time's over." He wasn't sure quite what type of gun the driver raised, but he didn't need his spider-sense to know to get out of the way before it started firing. He got back up onto the roof to avoid losing his brains, rolled over to the other side, and dove into the driver's side feet-first, kicking out the window and the driver. | |
| − | " | + | "Okay, now where's the parking brake on this thing?" he wondered, sitting on the unconscious driver's lap as he tried to take control of the van as it careened down the street. He slammed a foot on the brake, nearly kicking through the floorboard, but managed to squeak the van to a stop just inches in front of a crowded restaurant patio. "And Dad was worried about my driving." |
| − | " | + | A few streets further Sharon was just biting into her donut when the radio sprang to live. "Three X-Ray." Luckily her partner and preceptor reached out and keyed the mike. "Three X-Ray here, go ahead." She had just swallowed when more information came: "Multiple MVA's. Possible Class David. One on one." |
| − | " | + | "Three X-Ray, 10-63." The directions appeared on the screen as Sharon hit the sirens. Class David... possibly meaning over ten victims... "Sorry, Ryan, just going over something in my head." She replied after her partner had called her name. "How long till we are there?" |
| − | " | + | "As soon as we get through that..." Her partner nodded towards the traffic jam up head. "Should only be a few minutes." |
| − | + | Normally, Miles would be gone by then, unwilling to accept the admiration from onlookers while also dodging arrest when the cops showed up, But after webbing the driver (and his two partners, who had been cowering in the back in the hopes they would be ignored and could escape), he turned around to see the carnage left in his wake. He heard the sirens wailing, but it would take forever for the ambulance to get close enough. The risk to his own safety and freedom meant nothing compared to the health of the victims. | |
| − | + | He jumped up onto a taxi parked along the curb, and hopscotched across cars until he made it to the slow-going EMTs. "Some people just don't know how to drive, you know?" | |
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Latest revision as of 02:11, 25 February 2018
 The laughter and cries of excitement from patrons leaving bars and theaters and clubs on this lovely summer night turned to yelps and howls of pain without warning. An unmarked van sped down the street, pedestrians barely avoiding being flattened and several other cars swerving and crashing into each other to avoid a more disastrous end under the speeding vehicle. Pursuing the van, and black-clad figure swung on ropes through the air. Miles had caught them fleeing a bank robbery. It was hard to believe that people still thought it was a good idea to do that anymore. Didn't they know New York has under superhero protection? Miles shot a web when he got close enough and flung himself onto the roof. Leaning over the passenger side, he smashed his fist through the window and poked his head in. "Ay, mira, fun time's over." He wasn't sure quite what type of gun the driver raised, but he didn't need his spider-sense to know to get out of the way before it started firing. He got back up onto the roof to avoid losing his brains, rolled over to the other side, and dove into the driver's side feet-first, kicking out the window and the driver. "Okay, now where's the parking brake on this thing?" he wondered, sitting on the unconscious driver's lap as he tried to take control of the van as it careened down the street. He slammed a foot on the brake, nearly kicking through the floorboard, but managed to squeak the van to a stop just inches in front of a crowded restaurant patio. "And Dad was worried about my driving." A few streets further Sharon was just biting into her donut when the radio sprang to live. "Three X-Ray." Luckily her partner and preceptor reached out and keyed the mike. "Three X-Ray here, go ahead." She had just swallowed when more information came: "Multiple MVA's. Possible Class David. One on one." "Three X-Ray, 10-63." The directions appeared on the screen as Sharon hit the sirens. Class David... possibly meaning over ten victims... "Sorry, Ryan, just going over something in my head." She replied after her partner had called her name. "How long till we are there?" "As soon as we get through that..." Her partner nodded towards the traffic jam up head. "Should only be a few minutes." Normally, Miles would be gone by then, unwilling to accept the admiration from onlookers while also dodging arrest when the cops showed up, But after webbing the driver (and his two partners, who had been cowering in the back in the hopes they would be ignored and could escape), he turned around to see the carnage left in his wake. He heard the sirens wailing, but it would take forever for the ambulance to get close enough. The risk to his own safety and freedom meant nothing compared to the health of the victims. He jumped up onto a taxi parked along the curb, and hopscotched across cars until he made it to the slow-going EMTs. "Some people just don't know how to drive, you know?" |
