"You wait for
a while; it'll be fine soon."
Just as Spider-Man finished speaking, another bus ca crashing down.
Doctor Octopus seed annoyed—how dare the kid chat while fighting him? Eat this, bus—car!
Unexpectedly, Spider-Man raised his hands again to catch the bus.
This car was several tis heavier than the last one. Why did Spider-Man, who looked so weak a mont ago, suddenly go stiff? Was he growing so fast?
"How do I look, Mr. Hunter—am I handso or not?"
"Oops…"
Spider-Man turned his head to show off to Blaine, and was promptly slapped—an opportunistic sneak attack. "Despicable and shaless. Mr. Hunter, I'll pay you back when I get the chance…"
Blaine just smiled and said nothing. He'd watch the show; if Spider-Man couldn't handle it, he'd embarrass himself.
Sure enough, the next second Spider-Man's body flew to Blaine's feet again.
"Hey, what a coincidence—we et again."
"Do you need help?"
"Uh… I thought—if you can, could you do
a little favor and hold him down?"
Having seen Blaine's strength—no, the strength of a bounty hunter—Spider-Man still treated the black-robed man with respect.
Blaine thought: Do
a favor? Hold him down? Why not let
send him west instead.
"Watch the chanical claw on his back—that should be his weak point."
Blaine lounged on the hood of a nearby car and said it casually. That counted as helping.
Spider-Man—ever the quick study—processed the hint imdiately. Using his flexibility to exploit Doc Ock's montary confusion, he leapt with everything he had, nearly three ters, and landed behind Octavius. His web-shooters fired.
The reinforced webbing could withstand hundreds of tons of force. If a bus fell from a ten-story building at free-fall speed, Spider-Man's web could pin it to a wall—provided the wall could hold that much force.
The mont the web shot, Blaine knew the fight was over.
Almost on cue, Doc Ock crashed to the ground. His chanical appendages were restrained; he couldn't move.
With the outco decided, Blaine vanished—back to school and sleep. A Doctor Octopus wasn't as impressive as a Chitauri warrior; Blaine had no interest beyond watching. Let Spider-Man and the police handle the rest.
After school that afternoon, Blaine took the school bus ho for the first ti. He'd wanted to check out a newly built house nearby, but he changed his mind and returned to the villa instead.
On the way, he ran a little experint: from the Queens house to the villa, sprinting at full output, he covered the distance in 3.45 seconds. Fast—but Blaine wasn't satisfied.
"Ugh, day four without a system—this is brutal."
On such dull days, Blaine could only pass ti by sleeping under the covers.
The next morning he rose early and headed to school—until another riot blocked his way.
This ti it was Rhino—an armored man smashing through Blaine's route to class. It wasn't a chanical rhinoceros so much as a man in rhino armor. The attack was only two streets from where Doctor Octopus had made trouble yesterday. Strange.
The whole street had been emptied; shops were smashed, light poles bent. A crowd had gathered across from the Rhino. Several rows of police cars blocked the road while officers weakly brandished small handguns, trying to protect bystanders.
"Ha—Spider-Boy, you were pathetic yesterday. I heard you were coming; I'm not scared of you!" the Rhino taunted through thickened armored glass.
"Since he won't co out, I'll flatten Queens. I don't believe it!"
He flexed heavy, chanical arms like he was warming up.
"Big guy, don't be arrogant. I'll stop you in the na of Spider-Man!" a childish voice cried out like a bell.
"Oh, my son—Officer, please save my boy!" soone shouted.
Right between the police and the Rhino stood a little boy in his own Spider-Man suit.
"Ha! You're just a brat pretending to be Spider-Man. I'll crush you first…" the Rhino snarled and surged forward.
From a rooftop, Blaine watched. He was already in his Hunter suit, but he didn't intend to intervene.
First, he had no obligation—he wasn't a superhero or so aunt who fixed everything.
Second, nobody had hired him to take the shot. As a bounty hunter, wearing that suit made him a killer without sentint.
"It looks like Fury's left this district to Spider-Man. In this area, Spider-Man's the only hero—no one else will help when things go south."
"This Queens neighborhood is a disaster zone. Explosions one after another, blocks getting wrecked. Spider-Man's going to be busy from now on."
Blaine activated his reconnaissance—Hawkeye. In an instant, the feed rose to several hundred ters, offering a god's-eye view. Sure enough, a few hundred ters away, Spider-Man was already pacing across high-rises; he should arrive within thirty seconds.
Below, police were still negotiating with the Rhino and begging for more ti, waiting for Spider-Man's arrival. Their pleas didn't seem to be working.
The police in this world often played the sa role: either clean up after superhero battles or stand around until heroes arrived. Even for small cris, there were always people with hidden abilities ready to act. The Arican police often looked like window dressing.
"Watch
crush you…" the Rhino growled.
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