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Nathan had gotten himself into a shady ass situation. He was in an alley, which wouldn't have been so bad on its own. It was the group of scary looking guys trailing along behind him that was the problem.
Under normal circumstances, he would ignore them and be on his merry way. Or, alternatively, He knew better than to actually believe he could take a whole group of guys on his own. But they were gaining on him, and he was running out of places to go. He was gonna have to do something fast, unless he wanted to find out what these guys wanted from him.
Nathan turned a corner, planning to make a run for it, and was met with a dead end. Fuck.
The group surrounded him in a matter of seconds, leaving him nowhere to go. Instinctively, he reached the waistband of his jeans, expecting to find the gun he always carried there 'for self defense'. Instead, he found nothing. It must have fallen out somewhere. Fuck.
Up against the wall, there wasn't anything for him to do but glare. "What the hell do you assholes want from me?"
One of the men laughed, stepping forward toward Nathan offensively. "I think you know, Prescott. Cough it up."
Money? Well shit. He didn't exactly carry around cash, and no way in hell were they getting his cards. Nathan started rolling up his sleeves.
"The fuck are you doing kid?" They all backed up, just a little, waiting to see what exactly Nathan was trying to do. Smart move, on their part. As soon as he finished, he stepped forward and swung his fist at the closest person to him. He kept hitting and kicking and punching, making it hard for anybody to get close enough to get back. Of course, that could only work for so long considering how outnumbered he was.
He kept it up for as long as he could, and was looking for some sort of way out the entire time. Just as he realized that he was running out of time, all of the guys surrounding him were pulled away. Are those… webs?
God dammit.
Nathan watched, increasingly pissed off, as a familiar idiot in a red suit got rid of his attackers. Never in his life had he witnessed someone be so stupid. Who charges into a group of people like that? He wouldn't have if they hadn't followed him into the damn alley. What a dumbass.
When he was finished, Nate had half a mind to walk over there and start throwing punches. That is, until he realized that the person's mask had fallen off. Perfect. If he can get a name on this person, he can figure out why exactly they've decided to follow him around.
He starts to walk over, and is once again thoroughly annoyed by the so-called 'Spiderman' turning and running into a sidestreet. Nathan follows, but he's just a few seconds too late. The person is totally gone by the time he gets there.
Turning around, he plans to stomp all the way back to his car. But instead, he is met with the masked asshole yet again, hanging upside down directly in front of his face. "Jesus fucking christ. Did you have to come back?"
He saw his 'savior' flinch just slightly at his words, but he didn't feel bad. He had been waiting to get a chance to properly chew the vigilante out.
"That's a super weird way to say thank you…" Spiderman lets out a little nervous laugh. He expected Nathan to say thank you ?
"The fuck would I be thanking you for? You're just some idiot in a mask who keeps showing up and almost getting his ass kicked." Nathan hopes that is enough to get his point across. The less time he has to spend with this asshole the better.
"Right. Uh…" He could hear the disappointment in the person's voice. Good. Maybe he'll stop throwing himself head first into danger now that he's had some sense talken into him. "Sorry, I just- I thought you needed help. So, I-"
"Who the hell even are you anyways? You stalking me or something?" Nate shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling more than a little pissed off once again.
"No! No, I just… happened to be in the neighborhood." He laughs again, like it's funny. It is definitely not funny.
He reaches up, pulling the mask right off of Spiderman's face. He only gets it halfway off before the guy pulls away, leaving just the part of his face under his nose revealed.
"What the hell dude? Why'd you save me if you're not even gonna let me see your dumb face?" This seemed completely unreasonable to Nathan. This guy obviously had some weird thing for him, why else would he try to save him all the time?
"Dude, that's not-"
"No, this is bullshit. You can't just follow me around the goddamn city like you own the place. I don't want you swooping in here acting like you're some kind of superhero, I can save my own ass, thank you very-"
Nathan was cut off by the boy in front of him leaning forward and clumsily pressing their lips together. Startled, he backed away, almost falling over in the process. Clearly Spiderman was startled too, because by the time Nate looked back up he was totally gone.
What. The fuck. Was that.
...And why didn't he hate it?