[ O-kay, they're on someone's trail and that someone, John Melvin, is actually in a car while Sherlock decides to pursue on foot and that's -- well, they'll do that, then, they'll chase a bloody car on foot and isn't that like their first case, the taxi one (this way, John, no, this way), isn't that like every case since? Damn it. He's breathing raggedly, staying right behind Sherlock until the car crash resounds between the surrounding buildings (a crash which Sherlock of course completely ignores), turning on his heel to run backwards for a few steps, just until he's got an overview of the scene. Anyone hurt? Doesn't seem that way, only material damage, a wrecked car and a hotel entrance smashed to bits. Fine, he'll live with that, he'll -- John turns around again, just in time to see Sherlock disappear down the nearby alley, making a face before following, footfalls sounding heavy and even against the pavement.
Until they stop. Abruptly. Because John has stopped. Abruptly.
Someone's -- what, webbed Melvin to the wall. Even before he's seen that someone in question, he's got a sinking feeling and with a grimace, he looks between Sherlock and -- what was the name, Spider-Man(?), bending over a little to lean on his knees, breaths coming out in angry pants. He's honestly getting too old for this kind of thing. The chases and the surprises and the bloody spider-people. ]
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Until they stop. Abruptly. Because John has stopped. Abruptly.
Someone's -- what, webbed Melvin to the wall. Even before he's seen that someone in question, he's got a sinking feeling and with a grimace, he looks between Sherlock and -- what was the name, Spider-Man(?), bending over a little to lean on his knees, breaths coming out in angry pants. He's honestly getting too old for this kind of thing. The chases and the surprises and the bloody spider-people. ]
I suppose you did say 'no promises'...