4076/Saving those who don't need saving

Saving those who don't need saving
Date of Scene:	15 March 2018
Location:	Metropolis
Synopsis:	Spider-Man wants to ride a dinosaur after saving the princess
Cast of Characters:	Wonder Woman, Spider-Man

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Wonder Woman has posed:
    It is late evening when Diana emerges from the Shawarma Palace into the crisp night air. Her breath mists in front of her face as the brisk weather seems to smack her in the face. She pulls her scarf more tightly around her neck, a long black coat wrapped warmly around her body. Looking left and right, she gave a quick scan of the area before heading off in the direction of the Themysciran Embassy. She could call a taxi but really, the walk would be pleasant as the roads were rather quiet tonight.
    As she walks past an alleyway, four young men step out. Each of them has a weapon although only two of their number actually carry guns. They position themselves around the tall woman and smirk. "In the alley! Now!"
    To say she was amused would not be entirely true but Diana was not bothered by their appearance or threats. She gives the young man who spoke a long, cool look.

Spider-Man has posed:
Looking left, looking right, looking up, looking down, looking forward, and looking behind him, Spider-Man seemed to be super paranoid today as he crouched on a rooftop in Metropolis. He had a small white cardboard box in one hand, and his spider sense wasn't going off. The coast appeared to be clear. He slowly opened the box, which contained a small, personal pizza. But there was something unusual about this pizza. It wasn't flat. The crust was enlarged. It was thick. It was, gasp, Chicago style!

Spider-Man inhaled the scent through his mask. He used his free hand to slide it up, exposing his mouth and nostrils. He savoured the scent, closing his eyes behind the mask. It was a guilty pleasure. He enjoyed Chicago style pizza, on occasion. He wasn't totally against it. But being a New Yorker, it was sacrilege to enjoy Chicago style pizza. It was tantamount to eating pizza with a knife and fork. It simply was not done.

And then, his spider-sense went off. Oh, he wasn't being spied upon, there was no paparazzi with photos of Spider-Man eating a Chicago deep-dish pizza. But there was an altercation going on down below. With a deep sigh, Spider-Man closed the pizza box, webbed it in place, taking that extra half second to make sure he obscured any reference to its contents being Chicago style. He couldn't chance someone taking a photo of a webbed up Chicago-style pizza box.

Leaping down into the alleyway, he landed on a fireescape in a crouching position, "ooh, is this the flash mob? I know I haven't been keeping up with the rehersals, or going to any of them, but I so want to be a star." He fired a web at one of the men with a notable thwip sound, sending the pipe he held flying backwards and sticking to the wall. Another one with a knife got it webbed to his hand with a couple of sprays, affixing it to his hand, and making sure the blade was very much blunted. "And while we're on the subject, who do I talk to about wardrobe. These outfits stink. We should try a nice turquoise or maybe a fuchsia. I hear it's very trendy these days."

Wonder Woman has posed:
    Hearing the voice, all four men turned to face Spider-Man. Two weapons were gone. The guns remained. As though to prove that fact, they raised the weapons and aimed them in the direction of the webbed wonder. One of them squeezed off a round.
    Although Spider-Man's senses likely had warned him, allowing him to be moving, there had been no need to move as the woman who was being attacked raised an arm in front of the barrel of the weapon. The shot pinged off a metallic bracer that was on her arm, the bullet richoceting off harmlessly into a garbage can nearby.
    "That was uncalled for," comes the accented voice of Diana as she reaches for the gun in the man's hand, snatching it away and crushing it in her hand like it was nothing.
    The remaining man lets out a scream like a little girl and makes a run for it down the alley.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man wasn't concerned about the guns, and he was making himself a target, giving the woman the opportunity to flee. Though really, he should have gone for the guns before the pipe and the knife. That just goes to how comfortable he was in these kinds of situations.

Of course, Spider-Man's spider sense warned him of the incoming round, and he dodged it by doing a leap into the air, somersaulting, and coming down to land on the man's chest. The surprising thing was that he didn't need to dodge it. The woman had stretched her arm out in front of the bullet, and deflected it with some kind of gauntlet.

And as his feet made contact with the chest, his hand reaching for the gun, but Diana had already pulled it from the man's grasp, crushing it. Spider-Man, standing on the man, webbed his arms and feet to the ground, and as the man spat, Spider-Man webbed his mouth, "didn't anybody ever tell you it wasn't nice to spit?"

And with the remaining men beginning to scatter, Spider-man fired off a few volleys, mostly aimed at legs, which probably hurt as some fell flat on their face against the concrete, but at least one was lucky to fall into a pile of nice, cushy, but smelly, garbage.

With the men dealt with, Spider-Man got off the man's chest, so he could land on a wall, with his feet pointed down towards the ground, and his knees bent, he stuck there and clapped his hands, "that was a pretty fast move lady. First mace, now bullet blocking braclets, what will they think of next?" His clapping and tone suggested he was sincere and appreciative of her help in... saving herself.

Wonder Woman has posed:
    "Thank you for the assistance, Spider-Man," comes that smooth, accented voice. Diana fixes the sleeve on her jacket so it covers the bracer once again then reaches that same hand up to loose the scarf that covers a portion of her lower face. Once it is out of the way, she gives a smile to the man on the wall. Neat trick that wall sticking. Once the scarf is out of the way, he might find the face is familiar. She doesn't wear a mask. She is often in the press both as her costumed persona and as a Princess from Themyscira.
    "It is nice to know that those who cannot help themselves have a protector such as you to look after them," she adds with a bright smile.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man's eyes blink several times in recognition. "Woah, you're Princess Diana." He blinks several more times, those wide eyes being so emotive, especially considering it was a mask. There must have been some high level tech going on in whatever it was made of. "I just saved a princess, who, admittedly, in no way needs saving. Okay, I kind of want to take on a giant turtle dragon, and go jumping down green adult sized pipes. I've lived in New York all my life and I've never seen green adult sized pipes sticking out of the ground. Or a pet dinosaur that I could ride." He was talking about Super Mario of course. Broken from his prattle by her compliment, "oh, uh, of course. All in a day's work for your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. Helping those who clearly don't need it, picking on some thubs, interrupting flash mobs. Yep, that's me in a nutshell."

Wonder Woman has posed:
    There is a gentle laugh as Diana shakes her head. "Had I been another person, they would have needed your help though. That is the point. You place yourself in danger to protect the helpless. It is noble." She adjusts the scarf a bit more stylishly in place before looking to him again. His talk of pipes and dinosaurs makes no sense to her. Apparently she never played the game though she can agree she's not seen such things in the world. "It is what makes you a hero. One to be admired." She tilts her head, blue eyes watching his mask. "Why would you wish to ride a dinosaur?" she asks suddenly.

Spider-Man has posed:
"From your lips to J. Jonah's ears," Spider-Man says. Even she's probably seen how anti-Spider-Man the Daily Bugle is, and their publisher, J. Jonah Jameson. Fortunately, Jameson only seems to use the Bugle as a mouthpiece, rather than the other newspapers he owns.

And then she says something that makes those eyes go wide and narrow, confused. He repeats that a few times, trying to work out, did he actually hear what he thought he heard. And then finally, he says, "why wouldn't you want to be able to ride a dinosaur?" They probably can't be friends anymore.

Wonder Woman has posed:
    That makes Diana's brow furrow. This is apparently going to be a point of concention. "Because they are wild animals? The carnivores would likely see you as food instead of something else." She continues, as though this is actually something important. That is one of her gifts, to make anyone feel like they are the center of the world, at least for a short time. That everything they say and do is important. Because, to her, it is. "The large carnivores might only get a snack due to the size difference but the small ones could eat for a week from your carcass." Isn't that a lovely image.
    She shakes her head again. "Perhaps the herbivores would be alright but the idea of using them as a mount is still strange."

Spider-Man has posed:
"But they're dinosaurus," Spider-Man says sounding very much like a child who believed that simply saying the word dinosaurus automatically makes them different a cool. He's right, but that doesn't make her wrong. "And... I never really thought this through. But I've never really had an opportunity to consider the ramifications of a pet dinosaur, no matter how awesome that would be. I mean, we'd have to invent a whole new system of poop scoop to clean up after them. And that could get pretty heavy, with a big one. Still, I'd really love to ride one. You should really watch some of the movies involving them, or play video games like Super Mario Brothers. That's kind of what I was going for, the Yoshi situation, where he's cute and cuddly, and doesn't try to eat me, but eats my enemies, which, when you think of in real life, is also pretty bad. But it's a game."

Wonder Woman has posed:
    When it becomes a video game, Diana begins to get why it would appeal. "The fantasy but not the reality. I understand now." She considers a moment as she thinks about the entire conversation and dinosaurs. He seems to like them and that brings something to mind. "Have you been to that park they built? Jurassic Park I believe it is called? Or if you prefer a less tame adventure, there is the Savage Land. It would allow for you to have a safari though the likelihood of being consumed rises exponentially."

Spider-Man has posed:
"No, that place off the cost of Costa Rica is a little too rich for my spider blood, and Savage Land, that place is protected. It's illegal to go there. And, you know, it costs way, way more to get to Antarctica than Costa Rica. Sometimes I wish Spider's could fly. But, I got webs, and they do all right." Having taken a bit of her time, he says, "I should probably let the nice police officers know about these guys before the webbing dissolves. I'd suggest you make a hasty departure too. Believe me, the tabloids love to paint a not so pretty picture about these kinds of things, or is just me they do that with? Anyway, have a great one." And with that, he thwiped he leapt up and began scaling the building, so he could fire of another thwip of webbing on his way.