@gviltys asked; you don't have to hurt anymore, didn't you hear? the war's over.
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It's words that anyone else in his position had longed to receive, quietly murmured assent that hammered home a change in conditions. That signalled how the coast was clear, and therefore left room to take a breather. And yet, rather than utilise this reprieve, Miguel stays hunched over, body wound as tightly as a coiled spring as gaze darted from one random direction to another.
As if trying to anticipate from which direction an attempt on his life might emerge from next.
"Never got the memo." Making light of matters, the more likely possibility was some good samaritan, having just witnessed a man's skull make rough contact with the pavement thanks to a right hook, said as much to him earlier in the day, but the notion failed to register in his mind. Nor did it have any time to settle before the displaced Spider moved onto the next problem that required his strength and abilities to resolve.
How did Parker ever manage to keep doing this for so long?
"Besides, there's always trouble to resolve, in this city." Be it a lunatic brandishing a knife, or people trapped in their vehicles following a roadside collision, in this decade, more than any other, the populace required help, protection. A barrier, between their own domestic lives, and the trouble that lurked around every street corner. "Can't let my own condition get in the way of that." No matter how tired he felt.
