Like, Who Cares Though?
**3 minutes after Quentin Beck’s forecast***
‘Good afternoon, we are here with the 3 o’clock news, I am Rachel Smith, and I am currently in the town’s square of Queens. Only three minutes ago a man named Quentin Beck revealed Spider-Man to be none other than our own Peter Parker, highschooler at Midtown high, let’s hear what the people have to say about this.’
Rachel Smith walks over to a nearby teenager: ‘Hey, can I ask you a question?’
‘Sure.’
‘What are your thoughts on the Spiderman situation?’
‘Uhh… I don’t really get why that guy broadcasted that clip, like everyone knew already.’ the higshcooler answers with a shrug, taking the reporter aback:
‘Excuse me?’
‘Oh seriously, he always disappears when Spiderman does, gets the same injuries as Spiderman etc. Also, the amount of us who have overheard Tony Stark complain about how his personal intern jumped out of a window again is astounding. He should really be more careful when complaining.’ The boy explains with a shrug.
‘You mean to saw the whole of Queens already knew Spiderman’s identity?’
The boy shrugged: ‘Well, almost everyone with more than 2 braincells in Queens, as well as in Brooklyn. Honestly, in the whole of New York everyone knows, we just never voice it out loud. It’s like the unspoken rule: act like you don’t know.’
‘Oh.’
‘That guy Quentin Beck, in my guess, is proabably some sort of villain our Spidey has fought and now wants revenge. He thinks he can get it by revealing our superhero’s identity. Goes to show: if you want to be a successful supervillain, do some research first.’
‘So no one is going to, I don’t know, protest against Peter Parker. Throw eggs at his appartment. Bricks through the windows.’
‘Ma’am, if we wanted to that, we would have done so ages ago.’ the boy answered with a chuckle, turning away to wave at Spiderman, who landed next to the two.
‘Spiderman, may I ask you a question?’ the reporters asks quickly, not even waiting for a response, ‘Will you still wear a mask now that your identity is revealed?’
‘Oh yeah, that way my enemies don’t know what I’m feeling or thinking. Also, that was never the reason: I’m pretty sure half of New York already knew my secret identity.’
‘We did.’ the teenage boy adds helpfully, making Spidey chuckle:
‘Honestly don’t know why Quentin Beck chose to reveal my identity: like, if you want to be a decent supervillain: do some research!’