As she struck the ground again, she kept going. She was filled to the brim with adrenalin and just had to keep running. So she did. Across the roof and onto the next, skipping over odd ventilation ducts and dodging other constructs. Each jump, each perfectly timed motion was flowing into the next, and Ann was riding a high she had never experienced before.
With a thrill, she recognized the building from her vision. It was The Daily Bugle's office building. She altered her path slightly, deciding that she had to stand on top of it. She jumped once again, belatedly realizing that she was crossing the main street. There was no way for her to make it to the other side! As she was falling she struck her arm frantically towards the faraway edge and suddenly something shot out of the white patch on palm of her hand and clung one building. It was almost as if the suit extended a piece of itself. Her fall was stopped and she was yanked across the gap, hanging onto whatever it was that came out of the suit.
It took a few moments for her to realize that she was in the midst of swinging, just in time to reach the apex of it. The thing connecting her to the skyscraper retracted back into her hand and she flung her other arm out nearly on instinct, hoping that the same thing would come out again.
It did.
She was swinging between the buildings and soon wasn't afraid in the least. This was even better than before and she got closer to her destination rapidly. With one last swing, she flung herself onto the walls of the Bugle building and landed far more gracefully than before. Quickly she made for the top, her joyride at a temporary end.
Once there, she sat down at the edge, finally ready to calm her racing heartbeat a bit.
That was when Ann remembered that she was sitting on top of the very building she had seen in a vision earlier. She got up and looked in the direction of her home. It was the same scene.
Ann had been running and swinging aimlessly through Manhattan. She wasn't sure how long she had been out, but guessed that it was still not midnight. With all the excitement, the time had just slipped from her mind entirely. She was much too busy enjoying herself and her new suit. It wasn't until she had stopped to take a breath, that Ann realized she went far from home.
Her first clue was the increasingly shabby look of her surroundings. The second was the lowered height of the buildings. She rarely got to swing around and started to move with more caution. Despite her newly acquired powers, she wasn't looking to get into a fight. New York seemed to have an ever-growing population of super-powered criminals.
I am quite strong but don't want to come in news, ann thought and decided to turn back home
"Please, just leave me alone!" a woman begged loudly, ripping Ann out of her thoughts.
A rougher male voice came in response, "We'll leave you alone, as soon as you tell us where Marty is." The voice following with a sinister chuckle. "Of course, we are generous and you can just pay his debt, if you feel like it."
Ann ducked into the shadows for cover. Checking what was going on. She saw a group of three thugs cornering a middle-aged woman. Their leader, a tall and scrawny guy with shoulder-length, black hair, was holding her arms. Ann could see a discarded can of mace lying next to her. The man was flanked by two additional ruffians; both broader and shorter. Each had a suitcase in hand and was apparently tasked with keeping an eye out.
Ann couldn't help but scoff. Police rarely bothered with Hell's kitchen at night and the few that did were often hindered by corrupt colleagues.
Ann's black suit helped hide her in the shadows. It was easy to keep out of sight from the crooks below. Remaining out of the street-light, she maneuvered herself to get a better view. Now able to see the lead crook's face, she was surprised to see that it was a face she recognized. Mark Arder, a small-time debt collector, somebody who should have been sitting in jail. His companions weren't likely to be any kinder.
Ann was getting restless and nervous. Her anxiety worsened when she saw that the two shorter ones unholstered firearms. The more she watched it the more she wanted to do something. She was unsure exactly what to do, though. Normally she would call the police, but that would take too long. Besides, nothing about her was 'normal' at that point, was there? The guns, however, gave her pause. Eddie may have been able to dodge bullets, but he had had a lot more experience than Ann's three or four hours.
One of Arder's men grew restless. "Jus lemme 'have some minutes with 'er. She'll talk real quick!"
Ann wasn't willing to see where this would lead. Something snapped inside her and she dropped from the wall she had been clinging to. She landed softly behind the three men, the suit absorbed all the noise, making her drop completely silent.
As she came out from darkness her legs started getting visible.
one of the burly men shouted, "Shit! It's Spider-Man!"
"Shut up, Davery!" Arder, ordered. "This isn't Spider-Man! 'cause Spider-Man's a dude. Don't you saw those big jiggling boobs? Of course, not!" He said, scoffing at the notion. Bringing his attention back to Ann, he looked her up and down, apparently sizing her up. "So, missy, you best crawl back where you came from or we'll have to do things, you'll regret, Lady Spider," Arder said mockingly.
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