Where do they get all those wonderful toys?

[cityship]

The Hub spat the newly-clothed crew members out into the Weapons and Possessions Locker one by one. The place looked like a warehouse, and not a particularly well-organized one. Things were everywhere -- on the floor, stacked on top of each other, hanging off of things...

Either someone had ransacked the place, or Stacy had hired a tornado to do her filing and sorting.

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[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Neither have age or hydrogen-filled zeppelins," he replies, anxiously ripping the 'PETER PARKER' tag from his locker, "You should always prepare for the worst."

Would you look at that; his own locker houses a pair of the mechanical web shooters he no longer uses, plus as many cannisters of webbing as Fitz's has packs of cigarettes. Another shelf is piled with spider-tracers, along with his belt-mounted camera. His DSLR sits next to it.

"Say cheese," he pulls the DSLR from the locker, snaps Fitz, then pops it back on its shelf.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, but I think 'm good." Fitz peers curiously into his locker; the webbing, like the costume, mean nothing to him.

He jumps slightly. "Oi, what?"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"It's for my 'oh crap, I'm in mortal peril again' scrapbook." Peter replies innocently.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"'M hardly mortally perilous."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"'Course not," Pete slams the locker and scuttles off in the direction of the living quarters, "You're as screwed as I am."