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<span class="mu-r">“Ben Parker.”</span> you said, trying your best to hide your annoyance.
The young woman flashed her workplace smile again and headed off to relay your order to another employee.
You briefly considered taking out your phone to pass the time, but memories of you tearing down the bathroom walls halted that action before it had any hopes of becoming a reality.
Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long. The cute barista(or “Alice”, as her name tag said) handed you your coffee, and you left after paying her a little more than the coffee was worth. On any other day, you would’ve choked on the thought of overpaying for overpriced coffee. But since you couldn’t control your powers, you didn’t want to touch your money anymore than you had to. You could practically feel her beaming at you as you walked out the door. You win this round, “Alice” Next time, you won't be such a generous tipper.
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After returning “home”, you gathered your belongings and headed back out the door almost as fast. Since this wasn’t your first rodeo, you already had a go-bag prepared, just in case you needed a hasty retreat.
You weren’t worried that the home-owners would return from their vacation ahead of schedule. But you were keenly aware of the fact that you made a shit ton of noise this morning. If anyone heard that and decided to call the police, you’d be in deep shit.
After gathering your belongings and wiping your prints off of the doorknobs and faucet, you headed back out. It was time to find out what you were capable of.
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Standing on the rooftop of an apartment building several miles away from your hideout, you glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Just in case, you wore a red ski mask and a pair of black gloves.
A cool breeze brushed against your neck and you looked up suddenly, not wanting to ignore any possibilities.
Nothing. The coast was clear.
Normally, you wouldn’t give a shit about who, or what, might be flying above you. But buried deep within the countless Twitter notifications that you usually ignore, you found a news article about “Vulture-like creatures” swooping down and preying on vulnerable or injured folk.
Sounds like bullshit to you, but then again, you’re also the one who gained superpowers from a spider bite. It was almost funny, but you were a bit too freaked out to laugh.
Alright. Enough stalling. It’s time to get to work.
Roll 1d100, bo3!
