Wanted Heroes - [Betty]

[Danny Rand]

(IC as Peter Parker)

The last criminal hurtled backwards and smashed into the large air vent atop of the roof, and Peter smiled to himself behind his mask, dusting his hands. Another crime bust, another day. Smug with himself, Pete fired out some webbing from his web shooters, and covered the pile of crooks in the artificial goo.

"Well, I'm not one to brag, but I consider that a job well done..."

As he said so, he could hear a whirring noise, coming closer and closer from above him, and he turned around to be faced by a large, bright spotlight pointed down at him, as a helicopter hovered over the building.

"Howdy!" he yelled up to the helicopter waving.

"Put your hands in the air, or we will open fire!" came a call through a megaphone.

Oh. Pete sighed, and turned towards the exit of the roof, firing off a line of webbing, and yanking the door off it's hinges. He immediately began running towards the empty doorway, as he heard shouts from the helicopter, and saw a bunch of rappel lines fall from the helicopter. Oh boy.

[Betty Brant]

It had been a long day at the Bugle, more specifically a long day with Jonah Jameson. The only real thing about the man that could be described as short was possibly his temper and tolerance for prices. The subject matter had been cars today and, along with all her other secretorial duties, listening to and agreeing with Jameson's rants were on that list.

After an earful from him about the ludicracy of how boxes of steel could cost so durn much, Betty had almost ran home, tossed off her work clothes and donned the familiar black kevlar vest and bottoms that transformed her into a bringer of justice to the New York night. Alright, perhaps she was being a bit dramatic, she hadn't really brought all that much "justice" to the city...her "patrols" or whatever you had wanted to call them hadn't really been anything exciting, serving more to get Betty out of the apartment than anything else.

Still...there had been that one "save" of sorts. A thug of sorts had been hustling a guy for his possessions, upon spotting this Betty had nipped over, drew out her stun baton and shocked the guy into next week, promptly causing him to drop like a sack of moldy potatoes. Expecting to be thanked in some way, she'd looked up to the would-be-victim who then screamed and bolted. Yep, that was Betty... bringing "justice" to New York.

Still, she'd suffered through more than a man's terrified scream and that wasn't going to stop her, so as she slid on her boots and slid down the fire escape, a unique determination resonated throughout her body.

It didn't take her long for her capable feet to propel her far away from her apartment, far away from Betty Brant, secretary at the Daily Bugle. Still, being a hero of sorts was frustrating as all hell, it had been weeks that Betty had been wandering the streets and she'd only stumbled upon ONE petty crime; how was a decent hero supposed to find any good work?

As though shot down by some supernatural being, a beam of light from a helicopter along with a booming voice broke through the night. Despite herself, Debby couldn't help but be a bit...a bit...excited at the thought that some career criminal might be there, in the building in front of her and she, Betty Brant, could take him down, deliver him to the Police! Her heart fluttering happily at this thought, she drew out her stun baton from its pocket in her vest and hustled over to the front door, an eager hand throwing open the door. Moving quietly, she positioned herself around the corner from the stairwell, stun baton ready to zap whomever came through it next.

[Danny Rand]

(IC as Peter Parker)

Peter ran down the staircase at top speed, knowing behind him was the police, heavily armed. When he became a hero, he sort of expected unimaginable glory, praised by the police, loved by the public. Instead, it turns out that he's a "vigilante", and all that stuff is frowned upon. No fun at all.

Judging that running was too slow, Peter used his intuition, and leapt over the side of the stairs, falling down the center towards the ground floor, hurtling down. As he began to near the bottom, he fired off a line of webbing upwards, which stuck onto the ceiling, and slowed his full, to almost a halt as he landed down on the ground. He quickly moved his hand to the doorway, and pulled it open, when it happened. Alarms blaring in his head, reflexes instinctive, Peter jumped back as his Spider-sense went off, and he fell backwards. He had to work on that.

The door swung open, and he saw a girl about his age, dressed up in kevlar, a weapon in her hand that looked rather painful. With a flick of his wrists, more webs squirted out, and caught onto the tazer in her hand, and he whipped it from her hand.

"Tazers are mean. Hey by the way."

He heard movement above him, and looked up to see the armed police pounding down the steps.

"Urm, we might want to run..."

[Betty Brant]

A ringing, a terrible, awful ringing and, despite herself, Betty couldn't help but jump as the alarm went out, yelling and screaming its duty to the entirety of the building that someone who wasn't supposed to be there was.

The next thing she knew, her eyes were being greeted by a red and blue garbed person who somehow shot webbing, that's right, WEBBING, out that artfully snagged her baton and easily wrenched it out of her surprised grip.

Her mouth falling ajar (though this was hidden by the bandana around her face), it took Betty a few heartbeats to realize she was being greeted by the infamous Spider-Man! The New York vigilante! Jameson in particular had been ranting and raving about how he was some costumed menace and with a parade of armored police hot on his heels, he looked a lot like one!

"Urm, we might want to run..."

Determined to get her stun baton back before the night was through (those things weren't cheap!) and not particularly in the mood to explain herself (after all, being apprehended this close to Spider-Man was bound to cause a mountain of problems), Betty chose to heed the wall crawler's advice and flee.

Muttering a mute obscenity, she hurriedly slammed the door shot, removing a baton from her vest, which she snapped to its full extension with a flick of her wrist, she commenced to jam it into place in the door handle, successfully creating a makeshift lock on the thing; the cops would either have to snap the baton (good luck with that) or hit it hard and long enough to jostle it out of place.

Feeling a bit proud of herself, she turned heels and took off after the fleeing figure of the masked vigilante, wondering where exactly she was running to...

[Danny Rand]

(IC as Peter Parker)

Peter leapt up and ran past the woman and through the doorway, heading down the corridor to the right. He knew the Police would have the front doors covered if they had any common sense, so he had to find another way out. He turned to look towards the woman, as she blocked off the door with a baton.

"Come on ninja chick, we gotta go," Peter warned her, and stood waiting for her to catch up.

He looked around while he stood still, trying to think of where they could head. That helicopter would be floating around, and soon the building would be filled with police. He hated having to be a vigilante. Whatever happened to the good old days of being a basic hero? He saw the door that the woman had cut off was shaking, as the police on the otherside presumeably trying to break through.

"Well, hopefully this'll keep them guessing for a bit while I think..." Peter mumbled and went up to the woman and grabbed her around the waist.

From there, he leapt as high as he could, and attached himself to the ceiling, his hand and feet holding the pair on, while his other hand kept hold of the woman.

"You might want to hold on..."

[Betty Brant]

"Come on ninja chick, we gotta go,"

Betty's feet had barely carried her over to stand aside Spider-Man (she still wasn't too sure about him...) and then the next thing she knew she was airborne. Unable to control herself, a small, extremely girly scream tore from her lips, but it only took a fraction of a second for her own hand to stomp out the noise, effectively covering the entirety of her mouth.

Wide-eyed and obviously a bit shocked (shocked, mind you, not scared..grr...), Betty took the web-head's advice and removed her own hand from her mouth. A moment later, both arms were wrapped around the costumed vigilante's body, securely anchoring the woman to his side; where he went she was sure to follow.

Still, one thing was bothering Betty; should she be more afraid of Spidey or the Police?

[MacDonald "Mac" Gargan]

Moved to THE ARCHIVE due to a new Peter Parker.