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Tolansky 's apartment . He was supposed to be living there with his adoptive parents. Considering he couldn't get within a certain distance of his house, it was safe to say he was home. However, upon arriving at the apartment, they saw a police cordon. Several riot police officers were leading people out of the building. One officer spoke through a megaphone, knocking on a specific window in the building.
" Tolansky , this is Captain George Stacy of the New York City Police Department, we have the building surrounded, come out with your hands up," the man said.
He wore a bulletproof vest, stood tall, disciplined, and with unwavering determination. One could almost say he was fearless.
"We should figure out what's going on. We'll meet in the alley and then decide what to do," Scott explained.
"If we wait too long, they might decide to come in and shoot him," Warren said.
This may not be a case of police overzealousness or Warren being shot first. Todd was already under house arrest. We need to confirm whether he did anything to justify it.
"We're supposed to protect mutants," the extreme X- Men retorted .
"No, we're supposed to protect everyone," Scott said.
He walked away from Warren before he could argue. Warren turned away, frustrated, and joined a group of young people at the back of the crowd.
"I heard that Tolansky boy has lost everything," said one of the boys.
"He was certainly weird before, but he's always been a coward," said another.
Warren was tempted to ask, but decided against it; he knew that asking too many questions would raise too many questions against him. Scott, however, wasn't so cautious.
"What happened here?" he asked someone in the crowd.
"We have problems with local criminals," said one resident bitterly.
"Marc, Todd is a good boy, a little strange, but he's never hurt anyone," the man's wife scolded him.
Scott looked alternately at the husband and wife, one with a negative opinion and the other skeptical.
"I'm sure the police have a reason to be here. What happened?" he asked.
"Todd is a mutant, I heard the Evans kid say that," the man said.
"But where is it?" his wife asked.
Scott backed away, scanning the police perimeter as they entered the alleys adjacent to the building. He saw Stacy giving orders to a man with a rifle, who ran across the street with other officers. Focused on his training, Cyclops looked at the other buildings, especially the windows and rooftops that provided a clear view of Tolansky 's apartment . Imagining Stacy's disastrous plan, Warren ran toward the alley where he was to meet Scott.
"So, Scott, do you want to waste time while they prepare to take out Tolansky ? Well, maybe Cyclops and the X- Men will do just that ..." Warren thought as he took off his trench coat and pulled out what he had hidden.
A homemade pellet gun and a red and black suit. He put the suit on over his suit, put on his red gloves, and covered part of his face with the hood. It had holes in it that left his hair, eyes, and mouth exposed. He proudly gazed at the halo on the black chest of his suit and began flapping his wings.
"But the avenging angel will not stand idly by," Warren thought as he took flight into the sky.
However, unbeknownst to Warren, his flight was observed by a passerby perched on a nearby building.
"There's someone I haven't seen in a long time," Spider-Man said to himself. "I was starting to think the Angels weren't real. I know the rest of New York didn't believe that."
He remembered him at the age of fifteen, when he began fighting crime. The costume he wore was a homemade one: blue pants, socks, fingerless gloves, and a red hoodie that offered him additional protection, in addition to his red mask and goggles. Unfortunately, he began using his powers for money, on a wrestling circuit. He branded a spider on his upper body and adopted the name Spider-Man.
Obviously, something had happened that prompted him to turn to superheroes. But in that first year fighting crime, he hadn't been alone on the streets. There was the Avenging Angel, the red-and-black-clad hero who swooped through Central Park, catching purse snatchers. Spider- Man remembered an alliance he'd formed with the Angel and the hero of Hell's Kitchen . It wasn't the devil rumored to come out at night, but the Jewel. She flew in the sun, her purple hair bright, dressed in a white and blue dress that left her shoulders bare.
What they didn't mention in the comics was grit, and when they did, it was usually just a plot device. Something to humanize the characters. Peter saw it in the old Awe comics : heroes fight and then team up to stop the villain; young heroes make fatal mistakes that cost their loved ones their lives, and after a period of mourning, they put on their masks again, only to repeat the plot. No, this wasn't a comic. Spider-Man, Angel, and Pearl didn't misinterpret their intentions and fought. They fought arms dealers and what appeared to be a superpowered monster.
Except the monster was just a muscle guy—a muscle guy Jewel mistook for super strength and ended up killing. She was horrified by what her strength could do to people and froze. Angel held on a little longer; he'd been cautious. But when a bullet—a real bullet, capable of killing—grazed his wings, he felt it. Then he froze—even Spider-Man froze when his Spider-Sense went off.
"Oh my God, what is this?" he wondered, feeling an immense pain in his head.
His spider-sense warned him of imminent threats. A ball in gym class, even people in the hallways at school. Every time someone brushed against him, his mind picked up on it. It was when he first fought people who required more than webs, and when he teamed up with other young heroes, that he discovered just how painful his extra sense could be. Every time he pulled the trigger, a spark of pain shot through Spider-Man's head. And, like his namesake, he reacted on instinct, dodging with ease.
Angel flew off, and Jewel took a hit to the shoulder. He was super strong, but his skin wasn't unbreakable. They froze, and Spider-Man took action, web-slinging the bad guys and knocking them out with kicks. He never stopped moving, and that's when Peter discovered his best fighting style was to constantly move, building momentum. At the end of the night, he dropped Jewel off at a hospital and went home, lying to his aunt about being late. And the last anyone heard of the Avenging Angel was a rumored sighting of him at a private school fire.
After that, Peter spent some time in the garage crafting goggles that would suppress his sensory overload. It was then that Peter created the lenses that were part of Spider-Man's signature look. Anyone without his enhanced vision would have a hard time seeing through the mask.
That was then, now, Spider-Man waited, watched, and waited. He waited until he had all the evidence he needed to know what was going on. When the gunfire started, he leaped, shot a web, and swung toward the building. Linking his arms and legs, he swung against the window and landed in a crouch inside. His spider-sense kicked in, making him immediately aware that someone was pointing a gun at him. He looked up and saw two guns pointed at him.
A Glock (Peter had seen too many action movies to know what one looked like) and a homemade pistol that belonged to the Avenging Angel. Peter quickly analyzed what he saw. A man, a bit dumpy, with brown hair and a bald head, was holding the gun. His wife, a woman who looked like she could do better, had a bullet in her shoulder and, of course, tears in her eyes. Then there was the creature in the corner. It had brown hair that matched the woman's coloring more than her husband's. The creature had black and yellow eyes, larger than a human's. Its fingers were slightly elongated, but its arms were short, but its legs were long and forced it to crouch. In short, it looked like a toad.
The creature was a person, a mutant. The father didn't like it, the mother protected her son and was shot in the shoulder for it. Now the police assumed the boy was the threat. The Angel wasn't a real angel, but probably a mutant. In any case, he was like Peter, a person who wanted to help. But he was angry; judging by his expression, his near-death experience a few years earlier had hardened him.
Peter realized all this within three seconds of being in the room; that's how good his sense of sight had become.
Three seconds were too long, and the father reacted. He fired the gun and knocked Angel to the ground.
"NO!" Peter shouted, shooting a web into the barrel of the gun.
He snatched it from the man's grasp, grabbed the gun, and shot out a web that pinned him to the wall. For a moment, Peter was tempted to wrap it around his face. But that wasn't his style.
"Please don't be dead," Peter murmured, looking at Angel .
"Kevlar in the costume, God, that hurts," Angel moaned, clutching his chest as he stood up.
"That's a part they leave out in the movies," Peter joked.
That's when the door was forced open. SWAT officers were lined up with their weapons ready.
"DROP THE GUN!" the leader shouted.
"Oh, this isn't what it looks like, unless you're smart cops, then it's totally what it looks like," Spider-Man said.
"My God, they're a bunch of mutants," one of the officers said.
Spider-Man slapped his forehead as Angel growled. With a flap of his massive wings, he unleashed a gust of wind that blew back the front row of officers. The back row staggered and, on instinct, fired. Angel leaped to the side, and Spider-Man fired webs, obstructing the vision of two officers. A SWAT man with a shotgun took aim, but a web snagged the barrel. Spider-Man quickly yanked the man forward, crushing the other two officers before they could get to their feet.
"Okay, we're clearly off on the wrong foot. Let's start over, guys. Him and I, friendly neighbors. Him on the wall, a not-so-friendly neighbor," Peter explained.
"He's the guy who started shooting," Angel said.
Tolansky 's reputation ," the commander mocked as his teammates stood up with him.
Groaning and throwing his head back, Peter cursed the situation.
"Great, we caught the officers being willfully ignorant, lucky me!" he muttered.
"It's a damn mistake!" the man on the wall shouted. "Shoot him, do everyone a favor, and mmmmm !"
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his net had sealed the man's mouth.
"I'm a little inexperienced with that sort of thing, but I think the guy is drunk," he said.
The officers raised their rifles again, and Peter readied himself. Suddenly, a red flash lit up behind the men. They were thrown forward, some hitting the doorframe, while two landed headfirst inside the apartment. Spider-Man kept his guard up, while Angel shook his head.
"Here it comes," he said, expecting a sermon.
But there was no sermon; instead, dressed in his yellow and black uniform, Cyclops entered. A red mist hissed from his visor, a way of releasing the energy from his optic beam. He looked at the mutated Todd and his mother with a warm expression.
"We're here to help you, we're going to get you out of here," he said, offering his hand to Todd.
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