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<span class="mu-r">“Do you still have that cloaking suit, or at least the design for it?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-r">“Prowler’s also good with tech, and I happen to know of a very small, but powerful energy source. We might be able to make it work.”</span>
Sam eyed you warily for a moment, but you could see that he was very interested in what you were offering him.
<span class="mu-s">“I might. Show me this power source first, and I’ll see if I can adapt my designs to be compatible with it.”</span> he promised.
You nodded. Now all you had to do was bug Toomes until he sent you the schematics! Easy peasy!
<span class="mu-r">“Alright. Let’s do a little fitness course.”</span> you suggested. <span class="mu-r">“You try to keep up with me, and at the end, we have ourselves a little scrap to see how well you measure up.”</span>
He gave you a baffled look, but you paid it no attention as you turned to walk away and prompted him to follow.
<span class="mu-s">“But I just ate.”</span> he said with a groan.
<span class="mu-r">“You’ll work it off!”</span> you said.
In the corner of your eye, you spotted Flint messing around in the Wall Crawler.
<span class="mu-r">“Be back in a bit, Flint. Try not to get sand in my seats!”</span> you shouted.
<span class="mu-s">“I think you’ve got bigger things to worry about, Benny. There’s broken glass all over these seats!”</span> he exclaimed. <span class="mu-s">“Were you sitting on this the entire time? How’d you even drive it home like this?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I guess all those squats have been paying off. I’ve got buns of steel, pal.”</span>
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You vaulted over a roof-mounted fan, landed on an air vent, flipped onto the side of metal railing, and kicked off towards a rusty pipe, which you gracefully swung off of, before rolling onto an adjacent rooftop.
You looked back, and were genuinely impressed by how well Sam was keeping up with you. He wasn’t nearly as graceful as Felicia or as fast as Cindy or Anastasia, but he was far better than your average parkouring Youtuber. When he got a bit closer, you started running again. This continued for a while, until you started to notice him taking shortcuts to catch up with you. Taking calculated risks and performing daring stunts.
Satisfied by this behavior, you stopped on a sufficiently sized rooftop and gave him a minute to catch his breath. The two of you circled each other, flexing your hands and watching for any sudden movements.
<span class="mu-r">“Alright, not bad.”</span> you admitted. <span class="mu-r">“Now let’s see if you can scrap.”</span>
Sam nodded and assumed a stance for a fighting style that you didn’t quite recognize. His legs were spread far apart, and he’d lowered his center of gravity. It was like you were watching a cheesy kung-fu movie.
<span class="mu-r">“Bring it.”</span> you declared with a taunting hand gesture.
>Roll 1d100, bo3!
