T'Challa and Shuri were visiting New York. They were stepping out of a museum, which Shuri had found fascinating, unlike her brother. But when she had asked him so sweetly, with those puppy dog eyes that he had never been able to resist, he agreed to drive her around the city. When they reached the parking lot, however, there was a seedy looking man forcing his way into the car. Before they could do anything, a blur of red fell from a rooftop and landed gracefully on the roof of the car.
"Stealing a car in Queens? You AUTO know better."
As he cocooned the criminal in webbing, he continued talking.
"And I can see from here that you didn't disable the car alarm properly. I mean, come on dude! What is it with automobile thieves these days. Their all so CARless."
The Spider only got a grunt for an answer.
"What's the matter? Are my car puns DRIVING you insane?"
Shuri laughed at that one and the Spider turned his attention to them.
"Ehhh…. Is this your car?"
"Yes, it is. Thank you, Spider." T'Challa answered him.
"Spiderman." Said the Spider, putting out a hand in greeting.
"T'Challa, and this is my little sister Shuri." They shook.
"It was nice to meet you both," Spiderman said, "But crime never stops. I have to go. Goodbye!"
And just like that he was gone.
Later that evening, the siblings were at a café. Shuri had her phone out and was searching Spiderman.
"He seems like a nice man." Shuri said, "He has many Spider qualities and he uses them for good. But a lot of people seem to hate him."
"Yeah," said the waitress bringing them their order. "But Spidey is a good guy. A sort of local hero."
"He saved my life added the guy at the other table. I was in a car crash, almost fell off a bridge before he caught me. Even stayed with me till the police arrived."
"Hmmm…" T'Challa thought about the spider, all he had sacrificed. He had seemed so young, and had even reminded him, in a way, of Shuri.
Hmmm…
What do you think? And as always feel free to give requests. Pop