8416/Spiders in strife!

Spiders in strife!
Date of Scene:	20 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Kid Arachnid, Power Girl

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Kid Arachnid has posed:
He said it wasn't going to be easy. Heck, that's pretty much all he's told Miles so far other than a few of the basics and what did Mr. Morales decide to do with the generous offer of super heroic insight and some free web shooters?

He went out and got into trouble.

Sixty-Seven stories above the unforgiving pavement of Manhattan, one Spider Guy(He's still very much shopping around for a better name) heard a little birdy say there were some bad dudes breaking into a penthouse suite. Actually, he was standing on the roofs edge trying to work up the courage to jump and test his mettle. When he heard the commotion of six men in black attire using power tools to cut through the roof behind him. There were quips. One liners. One guy got kicked through a skylight! And now... Miles is in a bad way.

"I mean, guys! You should have called! If I knew we'd all have worn the same thing, I would have went with the Thor hat and cape!" At the edge of the roof, his back to the dangerous drop, Miles Morales faces down the barrels of five wildly sci-fi looking blaster rifles and one shakey shotgun. Ski-masks, tacti-cool gear and one lanky guy in a black onesie and hoodie about to be shot to death on his first night being a big time super guy. "Guys. C'mon. Give up now and I'll go easy on you? No takebacks, I promise."

Blasters switch off safety and emit a high pitched whine of a building charge. Miles thinks fast! Pointing both wrists outward, he doubletaps! Thpppp. Empty.

"Uhhhhhh... I swear, this never happens to me."

Power Girl has posed:
Metropolis was well known for its Kryptonian protectors, between the 'big blue' and the 'Other Kara'. But Kara Zor-L? Well, she'd been happy to travel a little further away. That and it offered more for Karen Starr to do career wise, an opportunity not to be missed, right? New York wasn't without its protectors either, something that may well have afforded her a chance for normalcy and taking the advice of not having to be 'Power Girl' all the time, something she was still working on.

Then the sounds of gun violence, threats and...not so smooth heroics had reached her ears. Perhaps normal could wait another day.

The rush of wind, the flutter of the cape and a flash of white and red, suddenly there was another figure added to the gathering. The blonde woman who'd made the rather sudden arrival clears her throat, tiling her head to the side and lazily resting her hands on her hips. "I'm going to guess you're not the Janitors, huh?"

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Say what you will about New York, the city never disappoints. What is a quiet night anyway? Life has gone completely sideways since he was bitten by that spider. Miles just assumed that was the universes way of adjusting the scales of balance. Then he got shot. Well, he got shot -at-. By a guy with a music cannon. It was then that he realized balance was not in place. Who wants to live an ordinary life anyway?

"Screw it, gun 'im down."
"I thought Spider-man wore red, he going through a goth phase?"
"He's going through a dying pha-"

WHOOSH! The rush of wind at this height is enough to aggressively flutter Miles' hoodie even as he ducks. Wait, did this guy see her coming somehow?! Crouched low behind Power Girl, he upnods forcefully to toss his hood back. Did those crimson bordered white eye shields grow? No. But the eyes under it went wide. "Hi. As you can see, I have this all under-"

Spider-Sense screaming, Miles tenses as the six men, startled and not at all smart, open fire on the Kryptonian with high powered blaster rifles. Cut off mid protest, Miles tries to tackle Power Girl from the hail of lasers! Interesting. Somebody that doesn't know she's impervious to... well, entirely too many things to list.

Power Girl has posed:
Well, it's the thought that counts right? PG is left to give a little noise of suprise as she's jumped at and -barely- moves an inch before several of the gunmen's shots impact with her skin and spark off with little more then a smudge on her skin. Then suddenly, she's several steps off to the right and holding Miles up by his hoodie, setting him down beside her. "We alright?" she asks rather calmly of the younger spider, actually reaching over to dust him off a little bit in flagrent ignoring of the gunmen before she turns back to the criminals.

"So. Want to drop the weapons and surrender? Or do you want this day to get worse for you?"

Kid Arachnid has posed:
"HUAFF!!" That's the sound a man makes as he dead stops in mid tackle. There was some -serious- strength behind that tackle and... you know what? She moved an inch. An inch. That's good enough, right? "What the heck areAAAAH!" Gunfire erupts, lasers flying and impacting the Kryptonian defender with tiny, unsatisfying sparks and sizzles.

All this is happening and suddenly Miles is held suspended and in a different spot than moments ago. He's never gone Super Fast before. Blinking dully, the world comes back to him when feet hit the tarmac of the roof. "We are confused?" Miles responds. Dusted off, he gives his arms a pat, pat down. Checking himself for holes andsatisfied at the lack of them, he nods in slow understanding. That's when the recognition hits. The blasterfire stopped and two of the would-be robbers chime in with Miles in unison. "You're Power Girl!" Immediately followed by an accidental trigger pull.

The blaster goes off, beam hitting Power Girl in the shoulder. One of the men groans in disbelief, another turns to run. Two guns drop to the roof and Miles just starts laughing. Uproarious, unhindered laughter. "You shot Power Girl! Aaaaahahahahaha! You're so dumb, your grandkids are getting held back a grade!" Clearing his throat, suddenly pretty brave for a guy just moments ago making a yelp sound when be was damn near teleported three feet by an ultra fast Power Girl. With a saunter in his step, Miles steps up to the side of his newfound protector. Chin lifted imperiously. "Told you guys. Well, not about -her- but I did tell you guys!"

Power Girl has posed:
It wasn't so much a noise of irritation so much as a breath of 'really' from the woman as she reaches up to brush the carbon marking off the white material of her outfit where she'd been hit in the shoulder. A glance comes back to the hysterically laughing spider before she looks back to the six men, well...four remaning with their weapons and one of those was running for his life. The others?

"Optimists and criminals, huh?" she questions before her lips quirk to a smile and she rushes forwards to try and grasp one of the guns, pulling it free from it's owner's hand and then crushing it flat between her desceptively delicate looking fingers. The heated 'pancake' of smoking metal that used to the weapon? She lazily 'thwaps' the man over the head with it, almost certainly more than enough to have him seeing stars before she rushes towards the next man.

With Miles no longer immediately about to get shot, the Kryptonian was more concerned with taking out the guys who didn't want to surrender. She'd worry about the runners later.

Kid Arachnid has posed:
Miles has gone from quietly accepting that Spider-Manning got him killed to loudly celebrating not being dead. Shaking his head, still chuckling, he fumbles and fusses with a little cartridge in a flat, stainless steel looking segemented bracelet. Web Shooter. "I can't believe he still shot you. Does he own a tv? Hey, Ski-Mask. You own a tv? If you did, you'd probably have seen her lift a tank or walk through a burning... oh, man! Seriously?! It was backwards." Snapping the cartridge into place, Miles cricks his neck to the side with a satisfying pop. "Optimists and criminals." Miles confirms before THWIP! Webbing hits the runner in the back. He lets him keep running. "Five, four..."

Power Girl may never get tired of the look on a criminals face when she smooshes their gun into nothingness. A lip wobble of sadness. The wide stare of disbelief. The grunt and thud as the man hits the roof in a heap from being thwacked by a gun now coaster sized. Miles winces. "Three, two..."

She rushes the next. The runner suddenly jerked backwards, body going rag doll limp before Kid Arachnid((he will surely grow to hate that name) swings him into the next. Both men tumbling gracelessly before Miles webs them to eachother. Two of the would be thieves toss their weapons aside and hands up! Greedy, yes. Stupid? Not entirely. "We give up! We give up!" They shout. Even as the man Karen rushes turns with a grenade in one hand and the pin in the other. "I'm not going back! I'M NOT GOING BACK!" He roars defiantly. Big guy. Big fear. Last man standing and of course he's going to be difficult. When aren't they?

Power Girl has posed:
Apparently even Super Spider folk can put things around the wrong way, but it's a bit more dire in a web-shooter than it is the remote for your new TV. Still, with the sudden bungie-apprehending of the runner, even Power Girl gives a little whince at the impact. It would have been hilarious if she wasn't able to literally 'hear' every point of impact. Ouch.

They were surrendering? Finally. Maybe of once things could be handled in a nice, calm manner without someone trying to burn stuff down or blow something u-...never mind. With the grenade in his hand and his roar, there's actually a sigh from Kara Zor-L before she's simple standing next to him, holding her own hand over the weapon...and keeping the safety lever in place.

"Where do you people even -get- these things?" the kryptonian questions before she simply 'yanks' the grenade out of his hand and holds it between her own before holding it aloft and glancing back at the 'Web kid'. "Do you mind tying that down? It doesn't make for great evidence if I have to throw it halfway to the moon. And I could end up breaking someone's TV satillites."

Kryptonians, one of the few people to casually talk about throwing things into high orbit!

Kid Arachnid has posed:
It's the little things that seperate the seasoned professionals from the rookies. Well, that and teams, sponsors, secret fortresses, rogues galleries, skill and costume budget. Maybe restraint too. Miles put a little more back into that throw than he should have.

A hop, jump and a flip lands him atop the webbed up heap of battered burglars. Crouched low, he watches with open respect and astonishment. Seeing Power Girl in action? In person? The videos do the speed and power absolutely no justice. Disarming the last man as she did, Both Miles and one of the surrendered goons let out a "Whoa."

Okay, so he's staring. It's literally the first time he's come face to face with someone who can fly and, you know, hold grenades like they're harmless water balloons. "Do wha'now?" Shaking the fog away, Miles is quick to do as asked. THWIP! THWIPTHWIP! Spurts at first but it's all about pressure and he pours on the webbing. Better safe than sorry and some of us aren't immune to explosions! "Mind? I could use the practice. Don't tell anybody I said that and waaaiiiit a second. I can't tell if you're kidding or not. The moon? Really?"

Power Girl has posed:
     "I mean...I was kinda kidding, but only kinda..." It wasn't -impossible- after all. A shrug of her shoulders, the woman reaches up and nudges one of the earrings that rested clipped to her lobe. "Phone on. Call nine-one-one. Armed gunmen with illegal weapons, attempted breaking and entering and..." there's a pause as she glances to the webbed grenade and then the man who'd she'd disarmed last, "attempting to uh...use a grenade in the middle of the city?"

Alright, so she's better at the whole catching thing then the legal terms.

Clearing her throat and tapping the phone-link off. The Kryptonian looks back towards the mooks and then glances back towards Miles. "Police should be on their way soon enough...I figure you've got it from here, right?" Even as she talks, her form lifts into the air as she begins to float. "See you around!"