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LIVING ON THE EDGE, FIGHTING CRIME, SPINNING WEBS, LOOKING UP WITH NO SURPRISE, ARRIVING AT THE SPEED OF TIME— FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN
[attr="class","monsterexo"]A blue jacket on top of his bright, white top— it was quite a shiny and soft fabric; it looked elegant. A pair of pants, whose fabric was somewhat a lot more rough to the touch but comfortable nonetheless and quite as fancy so that it would combine well with the rest of his attire, not only that but also a pair of shiny, black shoes that basically looked like as if he was about to attend a wedding. All of it kept together by a leather belt.
But now, this guy August wasn’t exactly that kind of New York person to go around with a nice suit and all— kind of, he sort of did it but that was a different type of suit and it was all but elegant. But yeah, he didn’t definitely enjoy having to put up with a suit’s tightness and all: he felt a lot better with an attire that could at least adhere over him or anything light.
This time, though, he had to make a good impression.
It was a little tiring, though. He walked among several people that crowded the airport; there were plenty of individuals, more than usual, and he had to pass through them with that kind of outfit on— he couldn’t even tell why the hell they would be so early.
Who?
Fans.
Let’s trace back for a moment, yeah?
Initially, the man had just been hanging out at the gym like he usually did whenever he had some extra free time: it was an enjoyable activity to him. Monday sucked though because it was full of people. Sure, that was considered the ‘holy day’ by every single guy, even those who weren’t actually subscribed, showed up just to try and find a girl who would be that desperate to initiate contact. August? No, he didn’t really care. He went there three times a week usually, just to keep himself fit and build up some strength.
However, he happened to stumble upon a piece of paper in the gym. It was more like an article in regards to a possible job that looked out for men who could look out not only for themselves but someone else too; a temporary bodyguard job. It was supposed to be to keep the tabs on a big event going on, he didn’t even know, but it was about Gravity Girl.
That was one hero he heard about before; she was apparently some teen idol or something like that. The man was obviously past that age where he’d go off and fangirl— to be honest, he probably didn’t care about idols even when he was sixteen, but other than that, he didn’t exactly dislike, nor did he like them. He was neutral about it, but still, this task was worth money, so, the man in sleeveless tanktop obviously decided to go for it given he was currently unemployed and continuously switching between jobs.
And being a vigilante in an expensive Spider-Man cosplay didn’t exactly earn him much. Quite literally nothing.
He wondered why a hero even needed a bodyguard, though, but, he guessed it was probably a matter of ‘image’. In the end, that was a figure only rich and famous people would usually carry around, so it was probably about that. At least that’s what he believed. Best case scenario, August could probably take off and come back as Spider-Man to help out in case any major threats were to come her way, but he thought he could fit the job.
And he passed the application!
So, there he was; passing through crowds of the fan. Like god, seriously, the fans had been there for longer than the actual staff or that’s what it looked like since August was not late at all. But yet, after a lot of spreading apart people that wouldn’t understand the concept of personal space, the man finally made it to where he was recognized and let in through the gates that brought him to the area where the flight from San Francisco would have soon landed.
That moment was one of the first times August had actually gotten to watch a plane’s arrival with his very eyes and even there, he had to stay at a certain distance; security measures and all that good stuff.
August recognized her, not by her pink costume, given she was wearing a dress and everything, but her face since he made sure to at least look her up and make sure he knew what he was getting into— it wouldn’t have made a good start to mistake her with someone else, after all.
By the time she was finally down the mobile staircases they had previously moved over the plane’s entrance; her temporary bodyguard decided to approach and walk by, mostly to at least introduce himself and made sure she knew what was up.
“Ms. Slater, right?” - the man inquired with slightly furrowed brows. “Hey. I am your bodyguard— August. They hired me to get you to the studio safely.”
The man smiled a bit, very much out of his own nature. “You probably can handle yourself, but trust me, you’ll be glad. There’s kind of… one-quarter of this city out there, waiting for you, I think. Most of them are probably teenagers full of hormones, but what can go wrong with those?”
But now, this guy August wasn’t exactly that kind of New York person to go around with a nice suit and all— kind of, he sort of did it but that was a different type of suit and it was all but elegant. But yeah, he didn’t definitely enjoy having to put up with a suit’s tightness and all: he felt a lot better with an attire that could at least adhere over him or anything light.
This time, though, he had to make a good impression.
It was a little tiring, though. He walked among several people that crowded the airport; there were plenty of individuals, more than usual, and he had to pass through them with that kind of outfit on— he couldn’t even tell why the hell they would be so early.
Who?
Fans.
Let’s trace back for a moment, yeah?
Initially, the man had just been hanging out at the gym like he usually did whenever he had some extra free time: it was an enjoyable activity to him. Monday sucked though because it was full of people. Sure, that was considered the ‘holy day’ by every single guy, even those who weren’t actually subscribed, showed up just to try and find a girl who would be that desperate to initiate contact. August? No, he didn’t really care. He went there three times a week usually, just to keep himself fit and build up some strength.
However, he happened to stumble upon a piece of paper in the gym. It was more like an article in regards to a possible job that looked out for men who could look out not only for themselves but someone else too; a temporary bodyguard job. It was supposed to be to keep the tabs on a big event going on, he didn’t even know, but it was about Gravity Girl.
That was one hero he heard about before; she was apparently some teen idol or something like that. The man was obviously past that age where he’d go off and fangirl— to be honest, he probably didn’t care about idols even when he was sixteen, but other than that, he didn’t exactly dislike, nor did he like them. He was neutral about it, but still, this task was worth money, so, the man in sleeveless tanktop obviously decided to go for it given he was currently unemployed and continuously switching between jobs.
And being a vigilante in an expensive Spider-Man cosplay didn’t exactly earn him much. Quite literally nothing.
He wondered why a hero even needed a bodyguard, though, but, he guessed it was probably a matter of ‘image’. In the end, that was a figure only rich and famous people would usually carry around, so it was probably about that. At least that’s what he believed. Best case scenario, August could probably take off and come back as Spider-Man to help out in case any major threats were to come her way, but he thought he could fit the job.
And he passed the application!
So, there he was; passing through crowds of the fan. Like god, seriously, the fans had been there for longer than the actual staff or that’s what it looked like since August was not late at all. But yet, after a lot of spreading apart people that wouldn’t understand the concept of personal space, the man finally made it to where he was recognized and let in through the gates that brought him to the area where the flight from San Francisco would have soon landed.
That moment was one of the first times August had actually gotten to watch a plane’s arrival with his very eyes and even there, he had to stay at a certain distance; security measures and all that good stuff.
August recognized her, not by her pink costume, given she was wearing a dress and everything, but her face since he made sure to at least look her up and make sure he knew what he was getting into— it wouldn’t have made a good start to mistake her with someone else, after all.
By the time she was finally down the mobile staircases they had previously moved over the plane’s entrance; her temporary bodyguard decided to approach and walk by, mostly to at least introduce himself and made sure she knew what was up.
“Ms. Slater, right?” - the man inquired with slightly furrowed brows. “Hey. I am your bodyguard— August. They hired me to get you to the studio safely.”
The man smiled a bit, very much out of his own nature. “You probably can handle yourself, but trust me, you’ll be glad. There’s kind of… one-quarter of this city out there, waiting for you, I think. Most of them are probably teenagers full of hormones, but what can go wrong with those?”
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