Good times were hard to come by for anyone with abilities that wouldn't necessarily do well on a resume. Stanley faced these kinds of problems daily, ever since the Registration Act was re-enacted. He was truly thankful that DNA scans weren't made mandatory yet. That meant he had time to do something...something else. For awhile, Stanley had no idea what that something was, until anonymously contacted...
The details of the one-sided conversation are irrelevant. Good guys just didn't have any options. From how Stanley saw it, this guy had some guts and wanted to get rid of the bad to bring back the good. In Stan's book, that's the best it could possibly get! If only he didn't have to keep his identity a secret.
"Ya tell 'im I don' appreseeate that kend ah' talk tah on' ah' me boys, capice?"
That was Andrew; one of the older guys. Having been a part of the Yancy Street Family for awhile now, everyone has a protective feel for everybody else. Explains why they call it more of a "family" than a "gang". Personally, Stanley liked that kind of feeling; to know he could go back to them and still be welcome, with no discrimination whatsoever. Must've learned their lesson after the way they treated Uncle Ben.
Stanley gave Andrew a reassuring smile, "I'll tell them, Andy. Don't worry about it! He's a good guy, remember?"
"I wouldn't say that, considerin' 'ee mention'd yer 'condishun'," frowning, Andrew looked doubtingly at Stanley's positivity on the situation. For all the kid knew, it may be a method for uncovering powered individuals.
"Come on! Can't you be at least a little not skeptical?" Stanley's expression changed from chipper to mildly annoyed, "I trust him, even though I barely know him. Andy, he's all we have! What else can I do, wait for them to find me?"
Andy just shrugged, "Whatev' yah want, screwball." Patting the costumed teen on the head, he chuckled, "Jus' give 'em a good kickin'."
"One kick from all of us!" Stanley lifted his arm slightly, balling up his fist in a symbol of comradeship to Andrew, "Gotta go, I'll almost be late!" With that, he darted out of his house and into the alley behind the row of townhouses. The rain changed directions raucously as The Sonic Boom rocketed onto the nearest rooftop.
His footsteps were muffled somewhat by the pattering rain, but he assured his stealth by kicking up a wind current to go whistling through his area of influence. Quickening his pace with some extra wind, The Sonic Boom made his way expeditiously across New York in the direction he needed to go.
Trees rustled and shutters creaked as he passed, his measures of attempted stealth even failing to simple everyday items. Thinking little-to-nothing of it, The Sonic Boom arrived at his destination, landing with a small whoosh of air to silence his fall. "Erm..." looking at himself and the other two that happened to be there - both wearing black - he suddenly felt really foolish, "Nice trench coat!"