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the picture prompt the picture prompt meme [ let me know if I need to change anything! hopefully i'm going in the direction you wanted. ]

NYPD, freeze!

[ This was why Jake Peralta became a detective. Because for all of the boring and dead end cases that he had, there would always be the one. The one that required he go racing through the streets of Brooklyn, yelling to his partner that they needed to split up in order to catch the perp that they were after, and with his hand poised on the handle of his pistol. It was just like all of those movies that he'd watched growing up as a little kid.

It was just like the dreams that he'd had all through his time at the academy.

But, this was New York. This was the place where literally anything could happen and for as much as Jake might have thought that this was his day. The fates that were at play, thought otherwise and by the time that he rounded the corner to chase after his culprit. He was met by a sight that he'd only every actually seen when he'd catch a passing glance at the newspaper down in the subway station. ]

Are you serious?! Who the hell is this guy?

[ Any other detective on the case probably would have drawn his weapon, or been a little more concerned with the the spandex-clad person who was in the midsts of taking down his perp.

But Jake Peralta? Not at all, he was too busy going on a personal tangent about how this would be exactly what happened to him today. ]
[Peter's been at this for a couple years now, and unfortunately, the words 'NYPD, freeze' had yet to have an effect on him. One thing that doesn't escape his notice, however, is the lack of bullet-dodging that usually follows those words. No, for once, Peter is left to his ass-kicking in relative peace. Three of the five guys he was taking down where already webbed to various pieces of public property, and he took out the fourth with a well-placed web to his right elbow, then his left foot.

He doesn't even normally come this far up, anyway. He sticks pretty religiously to Queens' borders, with the occasional foray into Hell's Kitchen or Midtown. This criminal ring, though, spread across at least three boroughs, and Peter had simply followed the criss-crossing trail all the way into Brooklyn. It would certainly make it harder to swing away without the intimate knowledge of the area he usually had in his back pocket, but he'd manage. He always did.]

You're kidding, right?

[Peter does a front flip over the last criminal he's taking down, grabbing the guy's gun out of his hand and throwing it out of the way before he pushes off the wall and takes the guy down with a twist-and-drive. While he's groaning in pain, Peter extracts himself and webs him up nice and proper.]

Spiderman, at your service. [The mock salute Peter offers is terribly sloppy, but he clicks his heels and salutes the officer anyway. It's really not Jake's lucky day, because Spiderman can be kind of a prick. He is grateful that he isn't being shot at, though.]
[ Spiderman. That was right. Now it was starting to connect in Jake's head. For some time now, Brooklyn had gone by under the radar when it came to enhanced super-people and Jake preferred it that way -- the less people running around doing his job, the more he was able to and that was job security in the very definition of the phrase. It kept him with a steady flow of cases on his desk and a steady stream of criminals to go chasing through the streets.

With the criminals that he'd been chasing no longer a direct threat, Jake returned his pistol to its holster and rested both of his hands on his hips, both exhausted and annoyed by the sudden turn of events. How the hell was he supposed to take the credit for actually solving this case when he hadn't done any of the work?

And with the small crowd of onlookers with camera phones aimed at them, he wouldn't have even been able to pretend that he had, the evidence would be all over the internet in a matter of minutes -- if it wasn't blasted out to every corner online already. ]

I didn't need your help, I had it completely under control! What're you even doing?

[ He paused only a beat. ]

And before we get any further into this, I just need to say that this whole thing [ Jake motioned vaguely to Peter, a boyish kind of excitement obvious on his features. ] is just. So. Cool. Is it weird to say that I'm a little jealous? Yes? No?
[It's unusual for Peter to have a snippet of conversation with a law enforcement officer longer than 15 seconds, so honestly, his curiosity is somewhat piqued. Plus, you know, the absence of the illogical fear that sometimes followed him - like he was going to attack a police officer. The precincts down in Queens were getting better about it, but sometimes the stereotype still followed him.]

Yeah, completely under control. That's why they're all wearing handcuffs under my webbing.

What does it look like? [Peter brushed his hands together, as though dusting off his gloves, before actually checking his webbing cartridges. The left one needed changing, and he recalibrated it with a whirr from the small device.

The onlookers get a little wave of acknowledgement from Peter, but no one is going to approach them with - albeit subdued - criminals nearby and an NYPD insignia emblazoned on Jake's jacket. He pauses, certainly not expecting that turn, and he smiles underneath his mask, genuinely...somewhat pleased, actually.]

Better than telling me I'm under arrest. You too can have your very own pair of patriotic long johns for...about $25 at your local Hobby Lobby.
[ So maybe Jake didn't have any of it under control. Maybe he'd lost control of the entire situation somewhere in the high rise apartment building that he'd chased the criminal down from -- and, even before that, he'd probably only had the slightest amount of control over the situation. Usually he just continued to barrel through until things worked themselves out in the end.

And they usually worked themselves out in the end. This one had, but not in a way that Jake had appreciated, too much. (Or maybe it was, it wasn't that he was necessarily unappreciative of Peter's efforts.... It was a very fine line to walk.) ]

It looks like you're completely botching my investigation, taking my moment and tying my bad guys up in silly string. All while wearing the worlds fanciest pajamas?

[ Jake gave a quick glance to the slowly forming crowd of onlookers. 'become a Youtube search term' wasn't on his list of things that he wanted to do -- at least not today, ask him again come the weekend and he might have a different answer -- and he scratched somewhat nervously at the back of his neck.

This was a dilemma. ]

I doubt it would look as good, that seems like the kinda gig that involves a gym membership and, they revoked mine when they realized I had no clue how to use the machines.

[ His head shook quickly, as though he was suddenly dropped back into the moment. ]

But, you can't just go jumping into the middle of a chase like that, you can't.... do whatever it is that you did to these fine gentlemen of crime, and I sorta, kinda..... do have to arrest you.
[Well, it's a good thing Peter was following the trail, then! Truth be told, this was only one of several branches of a pretty vast drug smuggling route that apparently spread from Brooklyn through Queens. Seeing as Peter wasn't dissuaded easily, it was likely he'd see this police officer again - if he remained on the case.]

Botching your moment, huh? I mean, if you want me to set them loose, by all means, have your moment. [Despite the fact that there was no discernible way to tell if his eyebrow was raised, the effect was still the same.] Does this look comfortable to sleep in? The wedgies alone, dude -

There are people who know how to work those death traps? This, [Peter patted his stomach fondly.] is nothing but cheese whiz and funyuns.

It's called a citizen's arrest. Non-lethal force performed by a citizen in the presence of a felony, misdemeanor, or breach of the peace. Take your pick, this falls under at least one of those categories.