<div class="floatleft">(http://www.audioshocker.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/spider-man-quesada-1600.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong><del>Peter Parker</del>Spiderman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=203277.msg9943640#msg9943640)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>New York Streets, Stark Tower<br/><strong>Time:</strong>14:22<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Hulk, Ironman, Spider woman, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Classic blue and red<br/><hr/><br/>it was a series of one close call after another.  Jessica saved his ass from a fall and from incoming bots securing him enough time to accomplish the required reload.  The web launchers now ready took him (figuratively) to the skies again.  Only to have his ass saved again by a series of transparent walls that turned some of the bots into mush.<br/><br/>"have I told you ladies how much I loved you?  No?  I do."  yeah, even when the action movie count down had been declared he still had to make his comments.  Like Spiderwoman, Sif, and hopefully Invisible Woman he was getting himself into Stark's tower.<em>'why can't I have a tower...?  Spiders look so cool'</em><br/><br/>He would have been sure to make it through the doorway.  Additionally he would have made sure to grab everyone he could at a distance with his webs--super hero or not-- to get them inside the nearly sealed enclosure.<br/><br/>Once inside he had finally come to a halt in some time.  As extensive as his earlier activity was he was hardly breathing heavily.  Instead he was patting his own body down and looking around to find spots of crimson fluid, broken bones, or whatever.  All he found however was the existence of a single hole and through which he poked his finger and wiggled it.  "I should really start packing a sewing kit."