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Apr. 15th, 2022 11:28 amRey didn't try to find trouble. That didn't mean that sometimes, trouble didn't find her first.
She had just finished a workout and was walking home from the gym when the sounds of a scuffle caught her attention, an elderly voice calling for someone - anyone - to help them. She didn't even think twice, just ran as fast as her tired legs could take her until the scene came into view.
Two men, struggling to pull a purse from some poor woman's shoulder. The woman was putting up a good fight, but Rey was afraid that the men would get rougher, would hurt their scrappy target. Rey mentally chided herself for not carrying something that could be used as a weapon, but didn't hesitate to approach, calling out a sharp 'hey!' to get their attention.
She'd take them on with her bare hands, as long as it meant the woman could make an escape. Maybe they'd take off, too, not wanting to attract any more attention than they already had.
Rey should have known she wouldn't be that lucky.
She put up an admirable fight, but the odds were always against her. One of the men landed a hard blow to her ribs (hard enough for her to feel a crack) just as the other grabbed her backpack, throwing her against a hard brick wall, hitting her head so hard that her vision swam.
Before she closed her eyes and did not open them again, she thought she saw a blur of red and blue swinging down like some sort of avenging angel.
Her last thought was - hey, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
She had just finished a workout and was walking home from the gym when the sounds of a scuffle caught her attention, an elderly voice calling for someone - anyone - to help them. She didn't even think twice, just ran as fast as her tired legs could take her until the scene came into view.
Two men, struggling to pull a purse from some poor woman's shoulder. The woman was putting up a good fight, but Rey was afraid that the men would get rougher, would hurt their scrappy target. Rey mentally chided herself for not carrying something that could be used as a weapon, but didn't hesitate to approach, calling out a sharp 'hey!' to get their attention.
She'd take them on with her bare hands, as long as it meant the woman could make an escape. Maybe they'd take off, too, not wanting to attract any more attention than they already had.
Rey should have known she wouldn't be that lucky.
She put up an admirable fight, but the odds were always against her. One of the men landed a hard blow to her ribs (hard enough for her to feel a crack) just as the other grabbed her backpack, throwing her against a hard brick wall, hitting her head so hard that her vision swam.
Before she closed her eyes and did not open them again, she thought she saw a blur of red and blue swinging down like some sort of avenging angel.
Her last thought was - hey, it's our friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
