the clock was always ticking down to when he’d get in trouble again. sometimes, he could stay out of it for weeks, but rarely it was that long. a reason to why he was digging into information again – anything about his past. so, a simple job like breaking into a very specific safe-deposit box wasn’t exactly a big deal in his mind. 

    all he had to do was stay until after the place closed, find the specific area, and then retrieve what was rightfully his. it sounded simple – or rather, it did sound simple hours ago, but now he’d been caught, and while he wasn’t in the mood to fight… that didn’t mean he wouldn’t. not when everything was so close to being in his grasp. truth be told… he could taste it, but then again… he’d had the same feeling before and been vasty disappointed.

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        “to be quite fair,” he said bluntly, hand sliding into the back pockets of his jeans, “I didn’t think you’d show up this quickly – in the area?”

// @wallcravvler 

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“ ever been near the christ’s crown area?” he doubted it, but he still had to ask – even if this wasn’t exactly the best situation to be asking question. “dear ol’ dad an’ i always have that weird effect on people; getting into fights when we’re not supposed to,” he said, moving to straighten his jacket. “shortly after that little bit he fought two guys; you may have been one of them.”

it was possible, but not probable – at least in his mind. then again, if spider-man was one of the one’s his father fought? he doubted he’d give him any bonus points… especially in a situation like this. “well,” he said, changing the subject back to the problem before the both of them. "i’ll distract them and you… you just go high.”

// @wallcravvler   xxx