Peter Parker | Spider-Man

Spoilers for NWH here.

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So it's way too late at night in Central Park. Past certain superheroes' bedtime, probably, but he just had to try experimenting with expanding his territory past Queens, and Manhattan Island was the next logical step. Swing around a little, stop some muggings, maybe interrupt a drug deal or two. What could go wrong?

Other than the giant monster terrorizing tourists in front of the USS Maine National Monument. Of course. Obviously he should have planned on that.

Peter's not up on his Greek mythology the same way he is on his fanfiction research Norse mythology, but he's pretty sure that's a chimaera. Or at least he thinks it looks like a chimaera. His senses can't seem to make up their minds about what he's actually seeing here. Because while Peter is absolutely and definitely human - and thus affected by the Mist - his spider-senses sure aren't. And the disconnect is making his head hurt like gangbusters here.

He swings up to the monument with relative ease, only faceplanting a little on one of the horses. Eh. He's had worse landings. "Hey, snakebutt!" he calls out, waving an arm at the rampaging creature. He's in his Spider-Man suit, of course, even if it is freaking out on him a little. Karen can't quite figure out if the thing's a large dog or a mythological creature either. "Man, they say three heads are better than one, but I don't think that applies to you."

The creature ... seems to understand him? Or maybe it's just drawn to the brightly colored figure making noise on top of the monument. Either way, it turns for just a moment. Giving just enough time for someone else to catch up, perhaps.