Chapter 28 - [BT] Vandalism is no Laughing Matter...

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Well.. That was certainly eventful but I'm glad that it is over now, I don't think I could handle being so close to an event that would shape the future of one of the worlds greatest heroes. Hell I'm still kinda worried about it, what if something goes wrong because I interfered with Uncle Bens death and what if Peter blames me and becomes some sort of vengeful Spider-Man that has it out for me and he eventually just spirals into a whirlpool of villainy and evil. Whelp, what's done is done, no point worrying about it now. I've already interfered so I might as well keep interfering and try to make sure that the world stays on course to be the golden age of heroes but first I've got to deal with the aftermath of this incident.

For the last half hour I've been talking to Officer Cole, Kevin Cole but he told me to call him Kasper after learning of my attempt to save Uncle Ben but I don't think I deserve that respect as I may have just f.u.c.k.e.d up the origin story of one of the most arguably greatest heroes in the marvel universe. Anyway I've been talking to Officer Cole for the last half hour telling him all the details of my encounter with the two men and the yellow car, but I don't mention how I mangled the Scruffy man's arm as I don't want the attention or the hassle and I'm pretty sure that the scruffy man is going to be dead before the night ends so hopefully they can assume that the mangled arm happened during his death.

Officer Cole puts away his notebook after taking down my story, do all officers have a notebook on them? Is it a requirement? "That will be all Nick, it was a mighty brave thing you did helping Mr Parker like that. You might just've saved the old man's life!" He says to me with respect in his eyes and I can't help but think that that respect is unearned, I could've messed up the entire timeline and I have no idea how this is gonna effect the Web Of Life and what might the Master Weaver might do and that reminds me. Am I now connected to the web of life? Questions for another day.

I face Officer Cole. "I don't know, I might've just made things worse. That guy might never have fired a bullet and hurt Mr Parker if it wasn't for me Officer Co-" He cuts me off and puts a strong hand on my shoulder. "What did I say, you can call me Kasper or Kevin if you prefer and it doesn't matter what might've happened. You saw someone in trouble and tried to help which is more than I can say for most people in this city, hell.. more than I can say for half the guys on the force, the world needs more people like you Nick. So don't feel bad okay, you're a good kid and not one of those douchey kids that are so self absorbed and full of angst... So chin up!" You can tell why people call him Kasper, Officer Cole is by no doubt an African American Male but he is also very light skinned which obviously played a part in the acquisition of his nickname.

He removes his hand from my shoulder and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. "Here kid, call me if you have anymore information or you remember something and if you ever get in trouble with the cops make sure to ask for me. Or call me, some of the guys on the force are real assholes." He hands me the card and starts to walk away, heading for his patrol car. "Thanks Offi- Kevin." He waves a hand in the air without looking back, this guys certainly got style. "No trouble kid, it was a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. Think about a career in law enforcement, we could sure use more guys like you on the force." He gets in his police car and drives off.

Now it's just a long walk back to my car, which is hopefully vandalised. Shouldn't forget the reason I'm out here in the first place..

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O- Oh My God... My Baby.. Wha- What have they... Done to you. I knew that my car was gonna get vandalised but god damn it. Do those bastards have no heart, how could they desecrate something so beautiful in such a wicked way. I am currently staring at my car and its is f.u.c.k.e.d up beyond recognition, I didn't think that they would get so angry at the little note I left them, I guess some people just can't handle a joke. My grey Audi R8 is battered beyond recognition and.. it's no longer grey.

First of all it is on bricks now and the wheels are nowhere to be seen so I guess some crooks are going to be making a pretty penny of some rubber tires and some metal alloys, I payed top dollar for that stuff as well that I'm kinda regretting taking this course of action. The windows are all smashed to bits with half of the wind shield popping out the front of the car and the wing mirrors dangling from some wires but that not the worst of it, not by a long shot. The body of my car is dinged up to high hell, there are dings, dents and scr.a.p.es all over it and one of them somehow managed to rip a bit of the roof up a little bit, which f.u.c.k.i.n.g sucks because of what they did next. They have done all sorts of graffiti all over my car and used a frightening amount of expletives and vocabulary that some I can't help but be impressed at the use of but that is all mostly covered up by their next action.

They got pink paint from somewhere and proceeds to pour it out all over my car giving it a bright pink paint job, I mean.. these a two bit crooks, hoodlums, gangsters, why the hell would any of them have some pink paint on hand, what the f.u.c.k do they get up to. Because my roof was ripped of by a little bit quite a lot of the pink paint dropped down into the interior and doused the entire inside in pink paint including the black leather seats, which didn't really matter much as they were already slashed up and cut so much that you might think that Edward Scissor Hands might have got inside the car.

I quickly reach inside the car and check under the dashboard and seeing that everything there was as I left it aside from some pink paint, I rip the note I left on top of the steel plate off and then proceed to get my screwdriver. I then unscrew the screws holding the steel plate in place and then take all the screws, the steel plate, the screwdriver and the note with me as I begin to walk into an alley. After finding a sufficient dumpster I rip the note into little pieces and lift a few trash bags up using my free hand to scatter the pieces of the note in the dumpster along with the other items before I put the trash bags back and walk back to my car.

I pull out the card that Officer Cole gave to me earlier and take note of the number on it and proceed to dial it with my own phone.

"Hi, Off- Kevin, are you still in the neighbourhood.. No, it isn't related to a the shooting... Great, because I have a crime to report..."

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