Spider-man's POV
Spiderman crawls down the stairwell on the ceiling. He was silent except for tantrum in his head.
'WTF, who the hell does he think he is? He can't tell me what to do. Thinks he's so smart, knows everything. Ha! He obviously doesn't. He'd have to be blind to think those horns look good.'
Cocking his head to the side, he hears one of the gang members threaten a hostage. Spidey pears around the corner into the room. He can now see the growing police response outside.
'It's good to see them actively involved in the rescue, but I'd rather not be seen. The police tend to drop everything, when they spot me, to take shots at me. It's not just an annoyance for me either. It endangers civilians and the police themselves, so it's best to stay undetected for as long as possible. I should thank them really, my stealth skills have extensively improved.'
The hostages are tied up in a row against the side wall to his left. The vault is on the right where most of the gang members were lurking. Two had remained behind as guards. They both were wearing plastic animals mask, one an elephant, the other a giraffe. It left their eyes the only visible part of the face. One was leering at a hostage, terrifying the woman. Apart from the civilians, he can hear six heart beats. Considering the lack of surveillance, the boss must be absent. Lackies were still dangerous, and they all were carrying weapons.
Spidey needed to act while he had the element of surprise. A loud bang resonated from the vault as the door was blasted wide open. There was no need to crack the safe when the police were already outside, faster to blow it open. The sound startled the hostages causing a small child to burst into tears. Sensing the turn of tides against his favour, Spidey aims a web at the leering man's face.
Mocking the man "It's not polite to stare at a lady."
He leaps down from the ceiling to disarm him. pulling away his gun Spidey removed the bullets, discarding it on the floor. One solid hit to the man knocks him unconscious.
'Five'
The other guard had raised the alarm in this time. All the thieves, now had a gun aimed at him now. One of the men, in a gorilla mask from the vault took a step closer aiming his gun at his head, and puffed out his chest.
"Hey king Kong what's up?".
The apparent lead lacking spoke up "Spider-man. There's a nice bounty on your head. Got a lot of enemies for one guy. Gunna make a lot of money out of you. Surrender now and we'll go easy on you."
Drawing out the "Yeah." "going to decline that delightful offer, I don't play the sacrifice well."
Spider-man leapt into the air with that twinge in his head. Gun fire rained down on the spot he once stood. Shooting a web, he pulled himself behind the main guy. With his other hand, he shoots in rapid fire succession at three of the criminals, covering them in webbing rendering their guns and them useless.
'Four, three, two.'
The giraffe man threw a punch at Spidey's back and made contact. It didn't hurt yet a tiny cracking sound emitted from the area. 'have to check that out later. Back to business.' Thus, began their little dance of Giraffe man attacking with fists and kicks and Spidey gracefully dodging them, all the while Kong sprayed bullets about. Having closer hits to his accomplice than to Spidey. His opponent was breathing heavily, the attacks had turned sluggish and sloppy. As the guy paused for breath, Spidey kicked him to the wall and webbed him up. Turning to Kong, Spidey smirked
"So, Kong not going to bang your chest before charging at me?"
The man growled before aiming another bullet at his head. Spidey dodged it with ease. He punched the man in the gut, pulled the gun from his lose grip and broke it in half. Horrified the man offers a deal.
"Spider-man, Spidey you know were pals, right? How about we split it 50/50, what do ya say?"
"Yeah no, you're being arrested".
The man begged "60/40, no, 70/30."
Silencing the man's plies, he uses webbing to gag the man and produce a straight jacket. He went round to the hostages and broke the table ties confining them. He mostly got glares, with people rapidly pulling away from him when released. A businessman in a suit choose to take it a step closer and blamed him for the robbery. Yelling in his face
"menace, this is your doing." and other insults till spit started to fly from his mouth.
"well you certainly stayed quiet before I released you."
The man stuttered in rage "what, why I never, how dare you speak to me like that."
Spidey moved on from the guy releasing the last few hostages before the van was forcibly moved and the police swarmed in.
"Spider-man you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say or do can be used against you in court."
Spider jumped over the police and outside the bank. Immediately he was hoot at as he fled the scene.
"jeez, for once it'd be nice to leave without feeling like a criminal."
He swung to the building opposite and collected his camera before continuing onwards. Once at a safe distance he stopped to investigate the crack sound. Moving into a known alley, he removed his suit and inspected the back area. There was metal residue left, pulling the pieces out from the spandex it looked like the remains of a tracker.
"shit. Damn it."
'I have no idea how longs that's been there and who put it there. The best-case scenario its Daredevil being over protective, worst the avengers. I haven't seen the avengers for two months, so it's unlikely to be them. It's possible its batman's tracker. Does that mean my place is compromised or not?' growling in frustration Peter push a dumpster to the side and pulled out his spare back pack. He's got a few in random places to switch over personas. Mumbling
"idiot" and other insults directed at himself, he looks through the photographs. There's a few good ones of the fight, but Jameson's not going to want those. He's going to want the ones of him running from the police. Peter sighed and left for work.
Later that morning at the daily bugle.
"Parker. PARKER! Where's that kid."
"Here Mr Jameson, sir. I've got the Spider-man photograph"
Peter handed over a mixture of images including the one running from the police. Of course, those are the ones Jameson chooses to buy. Sent away with his meagre pay check for desecrating his own name. Peter leaves the office after only two hours' work. It's meant to be a free period at school. They don't know he dropped out and he intends to keep it that way.
Finished with the last of Parkers life, Peter changes back into the Spidey suit making a quick detour to collect his laptop he heads off for Gotham. Its only just midday, plenty of time to explore Gotham before night fall. He's got till 5:23pm when the sunsets to find a place or be out of Gotham. He really wants to avoid a run in with the Bat. But if that tracker proved anything is that Spidey needs to lay low for a few days, away from anywhere the Avenger might know, on the off chance it was they planted it. Hiding in the roof top shadows, Spidey ran till he found an area of run down houses. Quickly changing back to Parker, Peter searches through derelict warehouse.
Most places he looked had residents or signs of them and he really needed to avoid other people for a while. It was starting to get dark so he really needed to make a move. Stay or leave, either way he was running out of time. Across the street is an old condemned building, probably a hotel. There were massive holes in the walls and thick layers of dust covering every surface. The lower floors seemed inhabited, but the upper most floors where it was coldest and the most degraded was abandoned.
Deciding on a room to settle in. it had been stripped of any comforts. An en suite was around the corner secluded from the rest of the room. The mattress was gone as well as the curtains. One room break wall was smashed and the window was broken. Peter took the doors from other room unoccupied and used them to patch up the wall. He used his webs as glue and as a filler to stop the draft in the room.
'There's no power or running water, a pity but expected.' Pulling out his laptop, he searches for cheap renting apartments. Quality wasn't essential, just power and water. And as its Gotham he should find a place easily even though he's 15. It would be odder that he can afford a place than a homeless teenager.
Finding a suitable place nearby in crime alley. It's cheap and the landlord doesn't seem too bad. Deciding to check the place out tomorrow. Peter weaves a web hammock to sleep in hanging from the ceiling. Its hidden around the corner in front of en suite, so if anyone walks in they won't see him immediately. Still Peter locks his and pushes the bed frame against the door, with any furniture left behind it to hopefully block the room off.