TAP TAP
Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil taps on the Web Head's shoulder, he is dressed in an odd rendition of his classic red and black, the suit is primarily glossy black for stealth, with crimson accents tracing the seams, highlighting the yellow double-D emblem on the chest, and the baton holsters on the thighs and yellow eyes on the cowl.
Spidey turns around to see a familiar sight, his expression shows confusion under the thin fabric of his mask. "It's you, no wonder I didn't have a mini heart attack". Matt chuckles lightly, he sits down at the edge of the building, shoulder to shoulder with his red n' blue buddy. "You sure you can even get those, I'd assumed your uhh... Durability would prevent that." Matt stares off into the vividness of his desolate vision, he can make out small blue outlines of the buildings in the distance, he taps his helmet/cowl which sends out small vibrations throughout his suit that provides better vision, he can fully see the beautiful city he resides in and with a content smile, he turns to a rather down Spidey, he notices his head hung low and his expressional lenses shut tight. "So what's the deal, you're usually doing all my work, what's wrong?"
Spidey lifts his head up to stare at the cities bustling streets and bright hazy Christmas lights that littler the streets and rooftops. For once, Peter speaks in an almost dead tone "I dunno man... it's like, the whole world is against me. I can't win, I feel heavy". Matt does a little half-chuckle "I feel heavy all the time, I think it's because I'm getting fat, same deal with you?" Peter takes off his mask, revealing a young face, so young, but so tired, old, he turns to Matt, who removes his helmet, to reveal his dead, grey eyes. They both stare at eachother for a good five seconds before Peter retorts with a half-heartedly playful response "Hey, I'm the funny one here, what happened to the dark and broody 'kingpin! I'll kill you!' Daredevil?". Matt smiles, happy to see that the kid he's so used to seeing joke around finally showing a bit of his old personality "He's out, has the flu, he'll be back next week..." Matt pats Peter's back, attempting to provide at least a bit of comfort.
"So what's been going on kid? You're not usually like this, something or.. someone got you down?" Peter responds with watery eyes, rarely does the Webhead cry but when he does, everyone knows it's bad. "I don't know what to do anymore, everyday is the same... I feel like I'm being dragged down, like I'm drowning slowly. Every night... every night I wake up with these.. these cold sweats, then I feel like I can't breathe.." Matt looks down at his feet dangling two thousand feet in the air, he subconsciously taps his right foot on the metal edge of the rooftop to get more range in his echolocation. Matt looks up at the silent crying Peter Parker next to him "Losing a loved one is hard, Peter, the important thing is to grieve, take some time away from the city, go on a vacation for a few months. New York has over 36 heroes guarding it, trust me, it can go a few months without Spider-Man"
Peter looks into the distance, his tears plumet two thousand feet towards the ground, like precious raindrops in a drought. He looks at Matt, scanning his genuine compassionate features "It's not about May, it's about everything Liz, Co--" Matt interupts quietly, "I didn't even know you guys broke up, you seemed happy" Peter smiles weakly at his words "I was-- we were... But I had to fuck it all up... I should've told her from the start.." Matt lowers his head once more, but not out of pity but out of determination. "We do this because we have to... you and me both know this. We may not hve the same moral code, but we have the same ideas, protect the innocent, protect New York... no matter what at all costs." Peter looks back at Matt, who is now staring at him with an almost permanent smile "I know... but--" With a turn of events, a loud boom, followed by a series of sirens, screams and gunshots, all molding together to create of bone chilling mix of fear and anxiety. The two heroes immediately mask up and sprint towards the sound, Spider-Man freefalls down the building, he swings like an overdramatic pendulum, his strafes and flips have an urgent and efficient quality to them as he slighshots across the New York skylines and towards the ensuing danger. Meanwhile Daredevil slinds down the slant of the building and onto another building neighboring it, he flips slides and jumps over and under any obstacle or building in his path, impressively matching the speed of his Web Head friend.
By the time the two heroes arrived, the situation had already been resolved, Neo-Terrorists are strung up in a semi-solid holographic net while the fires that once plagued the side of the building that was blown into are put out with the fire extinguishing bomb by Iron Man, the two heroes look up at the flying metal man with hard expressions, Iron Man notices the pair and hovers down to speak to them. "Ya' guys got here too late, I've been tracking em' since yesterday, but they're wearing lithium-carbonite, so my heat sensors couldn't detect them in the sewers, they smell like shit, that's all that they caused, a little fire, some property damage, and a BO fest" Spider-Man looks at Daredevil who looks just as dumbfounded as him, except you can see it in the way his lips purse, "Jeez Tony, you talk too much, even for me.". Iron Man's mask plate retracts, revealing a sauve grin and a pencil mustached Tony Stark "What can I say? I've got so much to say but noone to say it to."
Spider-Man swings off into the distance, seemingly disappointed, not only because he wasn't fast enough, but because he doesn't have anything to distract himself with for an hour or two, now, he's just alone with his lingering thoughts. He heads home into his apartment in downtown Manhattan, where he climbs through the window, he takes off his sweaty mask, then his gloves, his suit, then his boots, he sets everything in a suitcase and sprays cheap AXE chocolate scent body spray onto everything and shuts the suitcase, leaving his suit to marinate in the strong scent. He closes his window, flops onto his twin sized bed, and turns on the TV which is playing reruns of only X-Men '97 cartoon. "Vacation seems like a good idea."
