By _SpiderBoy_ 6 Comments
"Yeah so, I'm Nathan Tatum. Why should you care though right? Just some fifteen year old kid in the world filled with heroes. I go to school, I make really bad passes at girls and everyone in Manhattan is either a criminal or some sort of costume. Now, what about when I put my mask on?"
New York City
Like a ball from a slingshot, Spider-Boy whizzed through the air after yet another tug on a web he shot. It was all just second nature now, everything was something he could leap off of, swing from and crawl on. It had been all of a few months since his spider friends went their separate ways. Nobody, his role model, the person he looked up to turned his back on this harsh life. Talon, his leader could have sunk back into government darkness for all Nathan knew.
It wasn't time to dwell on the past though, Gothic's latest status update is what caught the young man's eye on the big screen. "Jeez, you'd think that bat guy would be doing something about that..Anyone..." SB stuck to the nearest wall, taking a sort of sitting position. True the young spider could very well go to Gothic and try to make a difference, but then what of Manhattan? He couldn't just let this place become the next Gothic. "Wow I have totally been spacing out recently..." He shook his head and leaped off wall, landing right in front of the hotdog stand he visited every off day in costume.
"SB! Good to see your web head around! What'll it be today? On the house as usual of course." The stand man grinned at the sight of Spider-Boy, the boy himself clicking his tongue and pointing at him. "Think I'll just go with the usual Francis, and-!" That tingle, the pinch on the back of his neck every time there was danger nearby. "Better make it to go.."
The danger this time was in the form of a few military dressed men equipped with repulsion boots and gloves speeding overhead. From one of their satchels went flying a gold brick much larger than the cliche variant, falling right for Francis's unsuspecting head. With one arm, the spider snatched the gold bar out of the air just before hitting it's mark and grabbed the hotdog at the same time. "I tipped even though you said not toooo!" SB laughed out loud and fired a web from his wrist, snagging onto one of the goon's boots and getting tugged into the air.
The hero landed right on the man's back, grabbing hold having be much shorter than the adult. "MmmMmm! Hotdogs for lunch! You gotta try some of this dude, it's the best in town." After SB took a bite and rolled down his mask, he took the food and smeared it across the man's now enraged face. After an easily dodged elbow, SB just tsked. "No? How's about you try the gold rush SPECIAL than!?" He shouted and took the very same gold bar that dropped and smashed it over the man's head, knocking him out cold. Instead of letting him dying, the boy of course spun a quick web net for the man to fall into, making sure the texture was gooey enough to trap him as well.
"Two more!" Spider-Boy swung through the air, trying his best to keep up. Luckily though a news chopper came flying onto the chase scene, SB not wasting any time sticking to the side and waving at the camera. "Hey Kurt! Look, no hands! Whoa...Yeah ok no hands." He laughed and stood on the side just by his feet, looking at the thief he was now gaining on. "Gotta go, try not to get my bad side." SB leaped off of the chopper and went flying under the man slightly, firing a web from his shooter right on the man's chest to weigh him down.
"You can hold gold but not this tiny frame? Am I getting fat? I really hope not cause this suit is REALLY hard to get inside as it is, lemme tell ya!" He tugged on the web he dangled from to make the man jolt down suddenly, right through an old Stark election billboard. "Aww that goes perfect with the goatee." Spider-boy landed in front of the man, cracking his knuckles. The man was quick on his booted feet, jolting forwards with a knife to try and cut the boy's throat open. But SB saw it from a mile away, turning to his left, then down, right, spin right, left and then finally just flipped over the guy while slapping him in the face.
"Look out!" SB shouted and fired a web right past the rocketeer's shoulder, making him arrogantly chuckle. "Common for you to miss? Ya little shit.." He brandished his knife, taking a step forward just as the spider tilted his head. "Tell that to your pal here...." Though he couldn't see it, Spider-Boy was grinning just as the third rocket man, which he webbed came crashing right into the back of his partner, knocking both of them out.
"Well I'd love to stay but you guys earned your free trip in the cop van fair and square, guess I'll just catch you guys later...No wait, scratch that..Don't make me catch you guys later." SB sprayed them with enough webbing to encase the both of them from the neck down, giving a nod to the new chopper and swinging out of sight.
Nathan's pad Nathan's parents house.
"Four PM four PM four PM!" Spider-Boy came swinging through his open bedroom window already dressed in his street clothes, slipping off his shooters and placing them in their locked case under the bed. Homework, questions "borrowed" a week before release so he could have them done just in time for his dad to check it out when he arrived home from school.
"Have you gotten some sort of flying boots or something that I need to know about son? I didn't even hear you step through the front door, again." Nathan's father peered into the bedroom to see him putting his signature in the top right corner, turning around in his chair to hand it to him for inspection. Nathan laughed at the statement nervously "What? Pfft! Come on pop if I had boots like that I would be out all the time...Err..Doing NOT dangerous stuff.." A boy who can dodge bullets or not, a father checking out homework was terrifying. "...Glad to see you are paying attention in class, your mom is making those scalloped potatoes you rave over." His father chuckled and closed the door, Nathan reclining in his chair and finally breathed.