Spider-Man: swinging home

Issue one: Swinging onto the scene

The red and blue paint slowly dripped down the wall.

Not his best work he had to admit, stashing the spray can back into his backpack. But it was already getting dark and he was rushing to get in one more before the end of summer vacation.

He plugged headphones in his ears with a quick look around, slipped out the alley. He made his way back onto the unfamiliar streets of Queens, past tall apartment buildings, shops and underneath a subway bridge.

His uncle really gave him the best tips for spots, even if he had to use the subway getting there from Brooklyn. Not like his parents were going to find out. They wouldn't be home for hours. Some gala night thing for a new police captain or something? He hadn't really been paying attention.

His dad had told him about six million times not to go roaming around. ' The streets are getting more dangerous with crime going up' , or some stupid stuff like that.

Dangerous , he thought back to the mask he had sprayed and smiled. Yeah, right dangerous here, sure.

Of course, his dad was less than enthusiastic about Queen's newest crime fighter.

He was jogging by a streetlight, sticking one of the stickers he had drawn onto it, when he suddenly heard a s hrieking alarm sound that pierced through the music from his headphones. His head snapped over and he saw red lights of an alarm flashing from inside a jewelry store on the other side of the street. The shapes of two men appeared on top of the building, each with a bag over a shoulder.

His first impulse was to run, just like his dad told him, but then he saw a red and blue bluer dash through the air above him heading for the building.

"¡Ni hablar!" What are the chances that he'd actually see him?

Still not believing his luck, excitement won out over his fear. He got out his phone and rushed over to the other side, up a fire escape ladder to get a better view of what was going down.

"Easy as taking candy from a baby!" The thug in the green striped shirt laughed, kicking in the door to the roof. "A million-buck candy!"

"How are you kidding Marco? Once the big man takes his cut for that fancy new equipment, we'll be lucky to get a dime." His partner in crime O'Hirn complained.

They ran to the edge of the building.

"Just quit talkn' and jump!" Marko held onto his loot bag tightly and prepared to jump.

Then he suddenly heard a thwip sound beside him.

"O'Hirn?" He turned around to see his partner spun up in a web, hanging from the radio tower on the building.

"Having a late-night stroll, you two?" An annoying voice quipped. "Didn't take you for the type, Marko."

Flint Marko let out a frustrated moan. Just as he had expected, there was a figure in a red and blue suit squatting on the radio tower.

"Not him again!" O'Hirn called, helplessly dangling in the air. "Wait till I get down here, you freak!"

The costumed freakshow laughed at that, pulling at the web, making the thug spin in the air.

"Get over here you spandexed creep!" Marko yelled from the ground, getting into a fighting stance. This time that guy wouldn't ruin his take!

"Much obliged." The costumed hero jumped down with a somersault, landing directly in front of him.

He tried hitting the creep with the bag full of diamonds, but he slipped out of the way effortlessly.

"You know Marco, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked getting thrashed by me. What is this? Like the third time this summer?"

"Arr!" he groaned, again unable to hit him, as he jumped out of the way. Frustrated, Marko threw away the loot bag and reached into his pocket. "Not this time you don't! Wait till you get a load of this!"

He got out a small strange looking silver gun with a blue shining core and shot straight at him.

"Wow!" Just in the nick of time, the annoying spider-freak dodged out of the way. As the bullet flew, for a moment, it seemed to shine in a strange blue light.

"What garage sale did you get that from? That's so flashy!"

"Shut up!" Marko shot again.

And again, he dodged.

"Sorry, can't play around anymore. School night." Taking a knee to aim, the freak shot a web.

But it zipped straight past Marko.

"Ha, miss!" He laughed, taking aim. "Got you now web-creep!" Then he saw the web head pull and heard a noise zipping from behind him.

"Oh," was the last thing Flint Marco was able to mutter, as his head turned, before his loot back came flying back at him, hitting him in the head.

"Woohoo!" The air against his mask, Queens streets below and buildings to his side dashing passed as he went full speed.

That is how you made the best out of the last day of summer vacation! And just enough time to get home to May for dinner too.

Tomorrow one of his teachers would probably make him write a two-thousand-word essay about how he spent his summer vacation.

How I spend my summer vacation, by Peter Benjamin Parker

I played lots of video games with Ned. Went to the national history museum with May. Texted a bunch with Harry. Binged watched an unhealthy amount of tv shows. And in the last week I noticed that Ms. Warren gave us homework over the summer, so I pulled an all-nighter for that. )Thanks for that btw, Ms. Warren…)

And the absolute best thing was that I got a brand-new internship at Stark industries!

Other than that, standard summer vacation stuff.

Something like that, but if he would really write about what he did in his summer vacation, he wouldn't need two thousand words. He would need exactly one awesome hyphenated one.

Spider-Man

And tomorrow he could tell exactly nobody about it and of course he would need to keep Aunt May from finding out under all circumstances.

Guess it's all a bit of a give and take…

He rounded a corner going hard into the swing. Peter let go of the web and freely flew through the air, zipping over everything on the street beneath him.

Well, if it's just keeping a secret as a tradeoff for all of this! Nope, can't think of anything better