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As soon as you were able, you swung over to Phin’s shop to request that your new suit be constructed. It took you longer than usual to get his attention today. The inside of his shop was fairly cluttered, so you assumed that he was either backed up with orders or was obsessed with some new pet project of his.
When you got down to talking, you discovered that it was the former. Apparently, many of the mercs that had participated in the hunt for Slip had come to him for specially crafted weapons and equipment. It wasn’t terribly surprising when you took a moment to think about it.
While he was glancing over the schematics that Black Cat drew up, you mentioned that you were in need of a machete. Phin just looked up and stared at you. You stared back.
Eventually, the Tinkerer sighed and went into the back to rummage around for something. You heard a lot of banging and cursing before he came back out, and in his hands, he held a considerably sharp machete.
Apparently, it was made out of a highly durable and highly resistant steel alloy. You tried to spring for something more exciting or fantastic, but he just shook his head, saying something about using rare metals to coat weapons is almost always a terrible idea. As he constructed your suit, he started to bicker about the Black Panther literally throwing Vibranium at his enemies, and how kids today who play too many video games expect more exotic metals to “do more damage” than they reasonably should.
You eventually got bored and decided to head out while he worked, leaving your new machete at his store so that you might pick it up later. Carrying it around all day would quickly get…uncomfortable.
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While you were still in your civvies, you dropped by your local army surplus store and picked up a nice little slouch hat, just in case the weather in Neverland wasn’t as fair as Pan claimed. Thankfully, this store in particular hadn’t been hit by any looters. You quite liked the staff that worked here.
You decided to wear the hat on the way out, only to remove it when you changed back into your spidey suit. You wouldn’t have minded walking to the supermarket, but you knew damn well how hard it was to fight your way through those crowds when it got really busy. Better to get there faster, rather than get stabbed by some old lady with a rusty screwdriver.
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Just as you thought, the stores were crowded, the shelves were empty, and the staff was hard pressed to keep up with demand. You simultaneously felt bad for them, and grateful for your own luck. You’d be caught dead before you worked retail.
Sure, you’ve worked with your fair share of shady scumbags, but these customers were downright <span class="mu-s">savages</span>! You’ve been shoved, elbowed and you were pretty sure someone was trying to steal your wallet right now.
No, wait…
No, yeah. They’re just touching your ass. Fucking sickos, man.
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