The first time that I got it I was just ten years old
WHO: iron_liver, catmasked and later darkknightfall
WHERE: Wherever the Almighty Lion woman is
WHEN: Saturday Evening!
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: Chance encouter resulting in the overtaking of a monstrous lion!
FORMAT: Whatever!
The soft hiss of web shooting from his wrists was overtaken by the din of the city. Cars, shouting, honking, but he could still imagine that he heard the slight sound of his web shooting from his wrists. Tony swung from the thread after it contacted, swinging his other wrist downward to cut off the connection to the web, before preparing to shoot another one. Thank god for Peter Parker.
The world seemed to stop for a moment, when all he could hear was a shrill scream. His eyes, obscurred by the sunglasses he had barely removed since waking up like this, scanned the street, and he managed to swing around, looking for the owner of that screech. That wasn't a playful "Oh you, you touched my ass" screech. It wasn't even a: "You scared the living bejesus out of me screech." No, it was one of pure terror, and he swung, looking for the owner, before he managed to simply stop, and land against a wall. His bare feet were cold in the October air, but they neeeded to be bare to climb anywhere. He wasn't wearing Peter's suit, no matter how convenient it would have been. There were simply things one didn't do, and if he was going to wear any suit, it was going to be his suit. He perched, leaning over and looking at the street, looking for the source of the scream.
WHERE: Wherever the Almighty Lion woman is
WHEN: Saturday Evening!
WARNINGS: Violence!
SUMMARY: Chance encouter resulting in the overtaking of a monstrous lion!
FORMAT: Whatever!
The soft hiss of web shooting from his wrists was overtaken by the din of the city. Cars, shouting, honking, but he could still imagine that he heard the slight sound of his web shooting from his wrists. Tony swung from the thread after it contacted, swinging his other wrist downward to cut off the connection to the web, before preparing to shoot another one. Thank god for Peter Parker.
The world seemed to stop for a moment, when all he could hear was a shrill scream. His eyes, obscurred by the sunglasses he had barely removed since waking up like this, scanned the street, and he managed to swing around, looking for the owner of that screech. That wasn't a playful "Oh you, you touched my ass" screech. It wasn't even a: "You scared the living bejesus out of me screech." No, it was one of pure terror, and he swung, looking for the owner, before he managed to simply stop, and land against a wall. His bare feet were cold in the October air, but they neeeded to be bare to climb anywhere. He wasn't wearing Peter's suit, no matter how convenient it would have been. There were simply things one didn't do, and if he was going to wear any suit, it was going to be his suit. He perched, leaning over and looking at the street, looking for the source of the scream.