Bad day (open)

[american_dream]

It had been one of those days for Sarah. Just one of those kind of days where everything that could go wrong, did. First, her partner on her history project decided that she wasn't going to do her part, leaving Sarah to do all of the work. Then, her car got a flat tire, and it took forever for the AAA guy to show up to tow it for her. Then, while she was walking back to her family's apartment, she got absolutely soaked when some jerk drove straight through a puddle, not bothering to slow down. New Yorkers.

And now, some asshole decided it would be fun to attempt to mug her. And she was without her shield. Not that she always needed the shield...but it did come in handy when someone was holding a gun to her face, and she possibly had to deflect bullets.

"Purse, cellphone, jewelery," the thug said, pointing the gun at Sarah.

She heaved a sigh. "I really don't have time for this."

Two other thugs stepped into the alley Sarah had been pulled into, one carry a crowbar, the other a switchblade.

"I'd give what he asked for, girly."

Sarah sighed again, calculating in her head how quickly she could take out the thugs.

Yup. She was so having a bubblebath after this.

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[tangledwebs]

"You'd probably have better luck if you asked nicely," a voice said, coming out of the darkness. The sentence was punctuated by a flash of sickly green-yellow light shooting out of the darkness and...grazing by one of the thug's heads.

Okay. Coulda aimed that better.

"Or...not. I mean, clearly, the purse doesn't go with any of your outfits. Really, she'd be doing you a favour by not handing the stuff over."

That was punctuated by a figure leaping out of the shadows and landing in front of Sarah. Dressed in black with some red highlights, Sarah would (hopefully) recognize the figure to be the new Spider-Man that had been around for the past few months.

Or not.

Who knew, really?

"Wanna rumble?" He asked the thugs, an obvious humour and warmth in his voice.