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A few minutes past midnight, Peter swung himself above the building and landed on the nearest ledge. Criminals A, B, and C had been nicely wrapped and hung from the streetlamps outside of the nearest police department out of pure habit and Peter was ready for more action that night. However, noticing the mercenary had gotten his attention.
He carefully slid down the wall to sit on his heels, one elbow on his thigh as he cradled his chin. “I hope you’re keeping yourself out of trouble, Pool. Would hate to have to web you up to the nearest skyscraper.” Even if the man could regenerate, Peter didn’t feel too comfortable doing that to him.
“You wouldn’t believe how many people mistook me for a trick or treater yesterday.”











