6802/Under the boardwalk, they'll be mugging someone

Under the boardwalk, they'll be mugging someone
Date of Scene:	08 March 2019
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Spider-Man, Snake Eyes

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Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man always loved patrolling the Gravesend area of Brooklyn, as he got to see Coney Island. No matter how many times he visited, it always brought a smile to his face. Plus, he got a great view from up on the rigging of the Ferris wheel. Of course, crimes happened here, just as they did elsewhere. He'd foiled two muggings and a jewellery store heist already, plus observed the Avengers taking down someone that Spider-Man didn't recognise. He'd offered to help, but they had it well in hand, being the Avengers and such.

Besides, he was a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. His focus was always on the little guy, the ones that more well known heroes often neglected. And he saw something suspicious as he observed the crowd. There were several men gathering on the beach, late at night, near the pier, and they were not dressed like usual nocturnal beach goers. The ski masks were a dead give away, but the black lather jackets, black gloves, black pants, and the weapons weren't bad either. With a thwip, Spider-Man moved in closer, rationalising to himself, as he was too far away from anyone to hear, "hey, they could be on a midnight stroll, maybe they're part of the polar bear club and sporting swimsuits under the heavy leather, but better check it out anyway. It's so nice how the brass knuckles twinkle in the moonlight."

Snake Eyes has posed:
A night off in the States with nothing in particular to do is a rarity for Snake Eyes, who is out taking advantage of the situation. He's wearing a mask that adheres to his hideously scarred face to make it look as if he's just a regular Joe with blue eyes and blond hair.

The crowds of Coney Island and the fun they're having bring a smile to his lips, the ninja enjoying the people watching as he consumes a hot dog.

Eventually something out of the ordinary catches his attention. On the sand close to the pier a group of suspicious individuals, the same folks the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man noticed, catch the commando's eye. The lips of the mask press together thoughtfully as Snake Eyes seems to have an idea. Walking behind a concession stand he looks both ways before nimbly hopping down to the beach, hitting the sand and rolling to his feet quickly, dusting himself off and hoping that no one noticed. Adjusting his stance Snake Eyes stumbles slightly, as if drunk, putting on act to make it seem like he's prey, rather than the predator as he begins making his way towards the masked men.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man didn't have a line of sight to Snake Eye's antics, as the man went down the opposite side of the pier. He hasn't done anything aggressive yet, just closing in. There weren't a lot of places for him to blend, so he landed on the roof of one of the carnival attractions, and "pretended" badly to be a plastic statue. At least he wasn't walking like an Egyptian or something, but he's assuming the pose of a carnival mascot, just, not moving too much as he observes.

Seeing the apparently drunken pedestrian, the group head towards Snake Eyes, and turn their back on Spider-Man. A smaller one, who took initiative, and might well be the leader, said "Yo, mistah, yer gonna have to give us every'fing you got, see?" And for added intimidation, one of the bigger ones straightens his chain, as if that were scary to someone like Snake Eyes. It was at that moment that a strand of webbing went to the chain, courtesy of the masked menace... the one in red and blue tights anyway, "ooh, I won a chain. But I really had my heart set on the brass knuckles? How much for another go?"

At that point, the thugs were divided, some wanting to run under the pier, see what they can get from Snake Eyes, and run, while others turned towards Spider-Man.

Snake Eyes has posed:
It's a bad day to be a mugger around Coney Island, apparently. As the group of muggers divides up Snake Eyes mock stumbles to the side, letting those closest to him think he's easy pickings while others head off to deal with the superhero. When the criminals get close to him the ninja reaches towards his back pocket as if to produce his wallet, holding up his other hand with a finger raised as if to tell his attackers: 'wait'.

A moment later he springs into action, his movements a blur once the thugs close with him. A hand darts out to target the bridge of a nose. A spin kick is sent towards a sternum. An elbow flies towards a dude's temple. The way he moves is almost balletic, each strike the product of hundreds or thousands of hours of training. Little is held back, the blows are all meant to be brutal.

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man has it easy. He's got web shooters and super strength, speed, agility. He wears a costume. He's a recognised hero, well, outlaw, it's complicated, but people know him, most of the time. Snake Eyes on the other hand is dressed like a regular Joe, and he just went Matrix Neo on them.

Spider-Man almost gets hit with a thrown knife because he was enjoying the balletic dance of the "drunken master", but he turns and webs the thrown knife that sailed past him, "hey, you want to put someone's eye out. Oh, right, mine. Come on guys, I drew two big ones and you still missed? You need to spend more time on the Coney Island games, but not until after you've served your time and paid your debt to society." He jumped down and weaved through them, careful not to break ribs or anything, but he just kept talking.

"I wonder what happens to criminals I leave for the police. I should look into that. I mean, it's not like there's a great deal of evidence, plus Spider-Man can't exactly testify in court. I need to find a superhero lawyer. Hey, drunken ninja guy, do you know of any good lawyers... who are also cheap, like pro bono cheap, is there anything cheaper than pro bono? Can I get a lawyer to pay me somehow?"

Snake Eyes has posed:
Seeming to dance between the miscreants, Snake Eyes eventually spares Spider-Man a glance and shrugs his shoulders at him. Then it's back to making sure none of the bad guys get away. The martial artist weaves one combat system together with the next, a heel kick followed by a rear naked choke before grabbing a wrist to make a judo style throw. He's much less nice than Spider-Man about breaking bones, but Snake Eyes leaves the thugs he deals with breathing.

As soon as there's anything resembling a lull Snake looks back to the superhero and then shakes his head, producing a cell phone from his pocket. He swipes at it a few times until it says something that he shows the other guy, 'Nice moves. Look up Lieber, Kurtzberg and Holloway for lawyers. No idea about free, though.'

Spider-Man has posed:
Spider-Man fights with his own style. While it's not as unpredictable as say Deadpool, it's pretty out there, as he fights with a blend of instinct, Spider-sense, and natural ability. With Snake Eyes using his phone to talk, Spider-Man quickly understands that the man is mute, but can at least understand English. "Lieber, Kurtzberg, and Holloway, sounds like a plan. I'll look them up, providing they don't have a strict dress code. I miss out on all the best parties because of that. My name's Spider-Man, by the way. You showed some nice moves. Are you actually drunk, a drunken master, or was it just to lull them into a false sense of security? No matter what, you kicked some butt." As he said this, he was webbing up the unconscious criminals, fully intent on hanging them up near a police station or somewhere else similarly accessible for the authorities.

Snake Eyes has posed:
'I'm Snake. Not drunk, just trickery,' the ninja swipes out on his phone to show his new acquaintance. Silently, he watches as the criminals are restrained with webbing. 'You seem okay. Want to train some time? I need practice fighting metas.' Snake Eyes is trying to be social, at least as social as he can be. It's tough when you have to type out everything you want to say to people.

Spider-Man has posed:
"Snake, like that guy in that really old movie, Escape from New York?" He nodded his head up and down, "I'm with you, cool, cool," yes he repeated himself. "Train, sounds like fun." And he reached to lift up his shirt, exposing an all too white, and very ripped torso, but more importantly, his utility belt, like Batman, only not nearly as cool. He pulls out a burner phone, which he has to put the batteries in. Yep, he's smart. Once he starts it up, he shows off his number, "I only ever check this thing every once in a while, and change it pretty often, but when I do, I'll send you a text with the new number." Yeah, he knows technology and how easy it is to track if you're not careful. After sending or receiving a text message, and thus adding as a contact, he'll turn off the phone, and take the battery out, before replacing it back into its compartment. "You know, you should head by the Fantastic Four sometime. Dr. Richards can probably rig something up for you. Tell 'em," and his voice dropped to a whisper, "uncle Spidey sent you." Since he was unofficially an uncle to Franklin and Valeria.

Snake Eyes has posed:
When he's asked about the movie Snake Eyes nods a couple of times. Might as well, it's a good flick. It doesn't take long for the G.I. Joe trooper to exchange numbers with the superhero. He doesn't worry about the security of his own phone, but he's got his reasons for that. 'I'll consider it,' he types. 'Might be cool to meet the man, Uncle Spidey.' After giving the man a chance to read what he wrote Snake Eyes will add, 'Good to meet you.'

Spider-Man has posed:
Spidery nods his head, "good to meet you Snake. And again, those were some pretty," he hefted one of the guys under his arm, "sweet," and he hefted a second under his arms, "moves." Looking at the others, "this might take a couple of trips." And with that, he leapt towards the pier column, his feet sticking to it as if it were natural... and he seemed completely unhindered by the fact he had two thugs under his arms. After that, he'll run up the pier, setting them down, still tightly wrapped in the webbing, before going back for seconds, thirds, as many as it takes. By the time he's got them all, Snake is likely gone. He'll add a hand written note, which reads "I caught these guys trying to mug someone, please hand them over to the police." He signed it "Your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man." And with it being so close to Coney Island, it was not long before the police arrived. The only question was, what happens to caught thugs with so little evidence of a crime...