( to be fair, Daredevil didn't seem nice to most people. he punched his way through crime and while Peter doesn't exactly like his violence, he has to at least sort of respect it. he really hadn't been anticipating chasing one of Harry's goons into a den Daredevil was casing, and the guy turned out to be pretty territorial, despite the fact they were on the same side... or, okay, maybe at least parallel sides.
Spider-Man didn't really do team ups himself, so it's not the worst of problems that this Devil guy keeps growling at him to stay in his lane. Peter had no intention of listening, frankly, so the guy can growl all he wanted. he doesn't want to fight the Devil, but he thinks he could probably at least give the guy the slip if he had to. maybe at some point he'd realize they weren't against each other. maybe at some point they could maybe even tolerate each other... Peter wonders about him, what he can do, who he is beyond the mask.
though, admittedly, not enough to try and find out. maybe that's a secret better left unknown.
usually, the crime he dealt with was a lot more material. a robbery here, a mugging there, mostly threats and the occasional injury but usually nothing that couldn't be fixed. he's a little jarred by the blood on the sidewalk and the reality who is responsible is still out there. he wasn't even in this part of time to spider, the camera around his neck and the badge on his coat proclaims him as a photographer for the Daily Bugle. he'd been in the Kitchen to take pictures of a new aspiring chef at their restaurant and walked into a horror movie. he feels sick, and he feels angry. he needs to find whoever did this, and he doesn't know where to start.
the voice is familiar, even though he hasn't heard it that often. he is surprised he didn't sense the figure until it was too late, and the boots were on the ground behind him. and what did the guy say? there's a loud trill of panic in his heartbeat as he glances around and considers running, but if that'd show him as guilty nothing would. ) W-what? I don't know what you're talking about.
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Date: 2019-07-18 10:11 pm (UTC)Spider-Man didn't really do team ups himself, so it's not the worst of problems that this Devil guy keeps growling at him to stay in his lane. Peter had no intention of listening, frankly, so the guy can growl all he wanted. he doesn't want to fight the Devil, but he thinks he could probably at least give the guy the slip if he had to. maybe at some point he'd realize they weren't against each other. maybe at some point they could maybe even tolerate each other... Peter wonders about him, what he can do, who he is beyond the mask.
though, admittedly, not enough to try and find out. maybe that's a secret better left unknown.
usually, the crime he dealt with was a lot more material. a robbery here, a mugging there, mostly threats and the occasional injury but usually nothing that couldn't be fixed. he's a little jarred by the blood on the sidewalk and the reality who is responsible is still out there. he wasn't even in this part of time to spider, the camera around his neck and the badge on his coat proclaims him as a photographer for the Daily Bugle. he'd been in the Kitchen to take pictures of a new aspiring chef at their restaurant and walked into a horror movie. he feels sick, and he feels angry. he needs to find whoever did this, and he doesn't know where to start.
the voice is familiar, even though he hasn't heard it that often. he is surprised he didn't sense the figure until it was too late, and the boots were on the ground behind him. and what did the guy say? there's a loud trill of panic in his heartbeat as he glances around and considers running, but if that'd show him as guilty nothing would. ) W-what? I don't know what you're talking about.