Hey guys, sorry this has taken forever, schooling and studies has taken up most of my time. But I'm on break again, so here it is,enjoy!
An explosion of green gases send me and Dad flying. I manage to land ok-ish, but Dad, not in possession of Spider-Powers like I am, seems to be worse for wear. I crawl over to him, trying to ignore the insane buzzing of my Spider-Sense, but it's difficult.
"Dad?! Dad, are you OK?" I ask him, on the veer of breaking down in tears. This is very bad. Does Toomes know my identity? Did he follow me somehow? Why is he here?! I need answers, and I'm gonna get them, whether or not that means I'm having Vulture Flambé for dinner.
"Pray that he is, child, for your sake," an unseen voice says, but I don't need to see his old mug to know it's Ugly Flying Man speaking to me. I don't dare say anything back though, and Toomes continues, somehow sounding creepier now than when I first fought him: "You've been hiding secrets, dirty little secrets..."
All of sudden, a force swoops down, picking up my dad and throwing me into the wall. Ow. There's a wall there. A very sturdy wall that doesn't break against my slamming into it.
Toomes picks up my dad and starts asking him questions but all Dad can do is cough. I worry for him, but with Vulture distracted, I can sneak off and change into costume really quick. I slip out of my normal clothes and put on my mask. It's showtime, you Mother Hubbard. I web up some weapons.
Toomes just asked who Spider-Woman is to my dad when I dash back into the makeshift interrogation room. "It's time to come clean, Captain," he tells him.
"No, no, no, Toomesy, it's time for you to face it: you're no match for my TIGER STYLE!" I yell at him while swinging around my DIY web-and-bowling-pin nunchucks. I know, ridiculous, but so is the virtual corpse I'm about to face, so...appropriate, if I do say so myself.
"Spider-Woman?!" He says in surprise. I really hope I'm not risking my identity here. Then again, if this guy's brain is loopy enough to decide on being a gassy, flying, old man named "The Vulture", he probably has too little cells up top to figure it out. Hopefully.
I run up and slap his face with a bowling pin. " WAA-TAAH!" I scream at him. I'm a little unstable right now.
"Fool! You've no idea the stakes! I've no choice!" He shouts angrily. "The Kingpin wants your head!"
Kingpin? What? "The Kingpin? Aww, Toomesy, internet dating again? Well, I hope your profile's honest. Remember, you're a bird, not a...catfish." I barely finish that sentence as Toomes lets off a major gas attack again. "What *cough* how did you *cough* this gas *cough*," I choke out. It's getting really hard to breathe in here.
"Spoiled brat. I spent decades under the heel of that thief, Osborn, choked into silence as he butchered and sold my work. You think yourself the only with gifts?!" He's practically yelling at the top of his lungs now. "IT WAS MY WORK! MY GENIUS that raised the pillars of this MODERN WORLD! AND I ALONE SHALL BURN IT TO THE GROUND! I AM THE VULTURE! DEATH FOR ALL WHO WOULD DENY ME THE -"
Slightly louder than the Demented Bird's ranting is my dad's gun as he shoots Toomes twice in the shoulder. "Get the*cough* away from her, you freak."
Vulture groans in agony, glares for a second, then takes his flatulent self out of the window he came in, probably back to his date, The Kingpin. Kingpin? Who is that? Hmmm. Note to self: investigate guy who apparently wants your head.
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Redone note to self: investigate guy who wants your head who is specifically called "The Kingpin", because original search query's description fits multiple people at this point.
I turn around to find my dad and make sure he's OK. " Darn it, Gwen, why'd you do that? " he coughs through the gases still left in our house. "You might've just outed yourself as Spider-Woman. He's not an idiot." I resist the urge to voice my opinion that Toomes is, in fact, an idiot.
I turn back around. "He's getting away. I'm going after him."
"No! Gwen, you can't. The police-" he coughs weakly to me.
"I'm sorry dad, but I have to do this," I tell him as I web up his feet and swing out after who's soon going to be a chicken dinner.
He's not hard to follow. Like the Toucan says, all I had to do was follow my nose. Also, for an old man, or any living thing,really, his farts are remarkably visible.
He's messing around with a cop car when I swing in. D *#, cop cars. Gonna have to be fast on this one. "Man, Toomes, you have no idea how much I wished I had three fists." I try and kick him but miss. Fortunately, I have the reflexes to get back up and punch him across the face. He yells in agony. He loses a few teeth as well as his consciousness. Which is a good thing, because I'm about to lose it after being in ol' Bird-Man's gaseous excretes for the past few hours. Ugh, and more police sirens. I need to get out of here, now... I turn around, about to leave...
Now I'm getting loopy. It looks like there's a huge guy with a skull on his chest standing with two...baby...seal clubs... I find out that he's actually quite real when he swings his seal clubs at me.." Why doesn't anyone send flowers? " I moan.
Out of nowhere, Skull Island says, "No, she's mine." Maybe he's talking to someone on a radio? He's a telepath? I don't know, and don't really care right now. I'd rather survive. So, as Skeletor raises his clubs again, I just throw a punch and break them so I can make like a leaf and tree. Wait, what? This gas is definitely getting to me. It must be where Vulchy gets his daily dose of insanity.
"OK, I dunno who you are pal, but that's enough." I grab him and throw him on top of the police car. "Enough of this! Enough of you! Jack booted fascists. And loudmouthed newspaper jerks! Bald headed creeps with wrinkly yellow bathtub toes!"
Again, seemingly for no reason, Skulduggery Pleasant here says to his telepath friend that he's got this. I wonder for one second what he means by that when suddenly he presses a button and I get fried with some electricity coursing through his armor. I fly off of him and he gets up off the car.
"Enough of me? No." He says as he walks towards me menacingly. "No more running. No more hiding. You're done, you freak of nature." He begins to pull at my mask. "And I want to see the look in your sick eyes as that sets-" He pulls of my mask and steps back, surprised. "What the -? How-? You're just a-"
"-just a girl?" I cut him off, thoroughly PO'd. "Yeah, that's right. I'm JUST a girl." One that just handed your sorry $$ to you and stuffed it down your throat, I think to myself as I throe a punch that launches him across the lot onto another police car.
I pick up my mask and put it on. Dad was right. I was stupid and sloppy. The first squad starts moving in on me. I need to go, but I can't leave Toomes to the police. What if he figured out my secret identity? What if- no. No mind games. Spider-Woman is no criminal. I web him to a car and leave.
I come home to find that Ben Parker has taken my dad in to his place for the night. Which means I'll be living with them too. I climb onto their roof and into Peter's top floor bedroom...