[There's an obnoxiously rowdy guy who goes in and out of the crowds during one of these otherwise lovely concerts — obviously a bit of a drinker, and obviously there just to be annoying. At some point, though, he'd gotten himself riled up with a couple of other concert-goers and decided to be a pain in the ass. Spider-Man's hanging out in the rafters and kicking a foot, enjoying the nice sounds, but his senses ping just as a beer bottle goes soaring through the air at the unaware singer—
Thwip! His web fires off, catches the bottle mid-travel, and he swings it up and into his open palm. What rude dude. The jerk in question looks around in confusion for the magick'd bottle. Why, look at that, Strange — it's the Spiderling, holding half full beer bottle upside down in his hand as he descends on a web to deposit it in a garbage bin (can't have it spilling all over!). He's practically right next to Strange and doesn't seem to realize who he is — or maybe he hasn't had the pleasure of rescuing him from aliens yet.
Spider-Man addresses the rude-ass patron:]
C'mon, dude, just enjoy the music! Why're you such a killjoy?
[And the drunk and disorderly dude nearby kind of just slinks off with a glare, temporarily defeated.
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Thwip! His web fires off, catches the bottle mid-travel, and he swings it up and into his open palm. What rude dude. The jerk in question looks around in confusion for the magick'd bottle. Why, look at that, Strange — it's the Spiderling, holding half full beer bottle upside down in his hand as he descends on a web to deposit it in a garbage bin (can't have it spilling all over!). He's practically right next to Strange and doesn't seem to realize who he is — or maybe he hasn't had the pleasure of rescuing him from aliens yet.
Spider-Man addresses the rude-ass patron:]
C'mon, dude, just enjoy the music! Why're you such a killjoy?
[And the drunk and disorderly dude nearby kind of just slinks off with a glare, temporarily defeated.
But hey, no injuries to any singers!]