Expand TightenIn the loud and chaotic New York night, one could easily forget the sweet whispers of a well-tuned note. At least, for most. Deep within the mazes of New York alleys, were woman and child, assumed mother and son. The boy was dressed in black, much like the woman. Little amounts of silver accented them both.
"Are you ready Peter-bird?"
"Mom, you know I'm no Songbird. I'm just a mere spider." He responded with a wicked grin.
"Nothing mere about you baby boy. Now, let's go. We wouldn't want to waste any more time."
"So, I'm the distraction this time?"
"Aw, look at you figuring it out."
"Well, they don't exactly pull the big guns out on me," he said starting to scale the building walls with the woman on his back.
"That's because they don't know you're with me."
"Oh yeah. I can imagine the Avengers hunting down this little Spider because of his oh so scary mommy."
The two laughed as the boy deposited his mother outside a bank. He then made his way into the center of town for a rousing performance.
"That spider-menace-"
"Jeez keep it down will yah? You'll hurt my feelings J.J," he said swinging over to the jumbo-Tron. He attached his webbings and knocked screws loose to pull the big thing down. It wouldn't hit the ground, but it would gather a lot of attention so his mother could pull her heist.
"You!"
Spiderman turned to see a group of four that had been chasing him around ever since his mother had deemed him ready to work by her side... metaphorically speaking of course.
"Me. Howdy boys and girl, what brings you here?"
"Cut the crap!" the smallest yelled firing a beam. Spiderman yawned and dodged the shot. Their attacks were nothing in comparison to his mother's.
The fight when on for a few minutes when he heard a familiar screech. He grinned and let the hallucinations take over. He knew his way back to his mother, and the little foursome could fight their hallucinations for a while.
He hid below as they fought air, and civilians collapsed to the ground in confusion. It only lasted about two minutes. But by then, he and his mother were dressed in civilian wear and waiting to be seated when the hallucinations stopped.
"Good job baby boy."
"Thanks. To Screaming Mimi," he said softly.
"And Spiderman."
I do not own Marvel, found this to be a fun challenge to do, but will write when inspiration hits. Will change cover image when I find something better or make one better.