[ ‘Not this again,’ is Spider-Man’s first, second, third, and last thought before he finds himself grasping at the sky fruitlessly, legs and arms akimbo, eyes to the bright light and the gloomy skies, back feeling the sharp wind at his shoulder blades, his costume slowly getting soaked by the relentless rain.

This. Sucks.

At least he’s still masked and in full Spider-wear, and he’s pretty sure he’s still got all of his fingers and toes intact, but this plummeting through portals business is becoming old hat and not the appropriate-for-a-swanky-party kind either. More like a grubby, behind the dumpster —



And suddenly, his spider-sense warning him a little too late, there’s a wooshing sound and the hard clap of flesh meeting … metal? Spidey’s got his eyes shut and when he opens them slowly, one eye and then the other, he has a moment of further disorientation because he’d expected to see the ground. Or maybe a set of pearly gates. Instead, when he tilts his head upwards, he spots a familiar helmet and colourway that … well, okay, it comes with a lot of pretty confusing emotions, and he's gotta admit, not all of them are great.

Breathless, Spider-Man quickly recomposes his wits about him, enough to issue a casual: ]

Iron Man! — we’ve really gotta stop meeting like this.

[ The arrival of the Vlog Squad is more or less the perfect distraction for a displaced superhero like Spider-Man, and boy he’s going to take a very real interest in doing his part. He has a history with wrangling hooligans, and he can’t imagine that this particular circumstance will differ too greatly.

Of course, youths can be so rude, and in the midst of said wrangling, he might come face to face with one of the squad getting up in his (masked) face with mockery and bad jokes. Not even Spider-Man’s brand of a bad joke either, but they're just jokes in bad taste.

So uncool. ]

Hey! Buddy! There is nothing wrong with being a hero, all right? Geez. Also I’ve totally got more followers than you!

[ He probably does not. Actually. Have as many followers as these guys probably do. Not so long as JJJ exists. ]

Can you believe that guy?

[ Truth be told, Spider-Man isn’t exactly gearing up to go another round with whatever-the-fudge his new Confluence power allowed him to do, but hoo boy he’s still thinking about it. About what little he’d seen, wondering what more he might be able to do. First of all, he’s done with new powers — Really! He’d been through spider-puberty, and it was kind of the worst! The last thing he needs right now is some kind of approaching-mid-life-crisis with this new … whatever it is he can do! — but secondly: ... is this credit card seriously unlimited?

Because if so, he’s gonna need about fifty hot dogs … and maybe a few burritos for good measure. (And then he’ll have to figure out a place to buy some … supplies. Science stuff.)

He flicks the plastic card between the fingers of one hand, flipping it around and around, while his other hand scrolls blankly between the screens of his new cellphone. After his day with the Vloggers, using one feels a little bit like a sick joke, but. He needs some way of getting around, he supposes, so. Thanks, Guardians of the Confluence.

i. Still in his red-and-blues, Spider-Man can initially be found loitering in the Diadem hotel’s lobby for a moment as though he’s hesitating to check into his room. ]

You don’t think they’ve got like, a thousand thread count sheets up there, do you? I’m not sure my body’s made for that.

[ ii. Later, he might step out for a bite to eat though, seeking his usual comfort foods. If you’re within ear-shot, he might stop you with a wave of a hand. ]

Hey — if a guy’s got a real hankering for one of those really bad-for-you street vendor hot-dogs, where might he go? It's me; I'm the guy. But first dog’s on me if you let me in on the secret for best one in the city.

[ iii. And later in the night, he’ll be found hanging out on the rooftop, perched on the parapet like a gargoyle dressed in spandex. Totally normal. There are a couple of discarded wrappers on the ground below his feet, and to that Spider-Man waves a hand. ]

Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of that. I’m a full believer in saving the planet, reducing waste and limiting humanity’s carbon footprint. You know, I’m still waiting for the day that David Suzuki takes my calls back.

[ as always, if you aren't vibing with any of the above prompts, feel free to leave one of your own below! if you'd like to plot something or hash any details out, hit me up over on plurk (thwip) or PM! ]