Hey lovelies, I know this is late but it's been a really tough week for me and I needed some time to recoup 3 A lot is going to be changing in my life so some of the projects I have in the works will most likely slow down, but I promise this story is going til the very end :)

TW / usual MCU fight stuff! Anxiety, injuries, blood, etc..

Have fun and stay safe ❤️️ 💛💚💙💜

Peter Parker

The two, simple words that he's heard his whole life have never caused him such pure, unrelenting panic. His name. People know his name. People know who he is, and now Gargan could use that against him. Peter doesn't have time to feed the fear before Gargan's tail is shooting towards him and Jameson within a fraction of a second. He webs it to pull it off its course, only narrowly missing Jameson as the man flings himself out of the way. Regardless, the desk is smashed to pieces, chunks of wood and miscellaneous items scattering across the carpeted floor already littered with glass. Orange light filters in behind Gargan, backlighting him with a glow that only accentuates his wild eyes and reflective armor.

"A little birdy whispered in my ear that you're still alive. Now I get to kill two with one stone," Gargan chuckles out, somehow even more insane than before. This time, though, there's nothing weighing him down. He knows he's not mutating into a scorpion, regardless of the discolored eyes and flaky skin side effects, yet that fact does nothing to hold back his psychosis. Time to put this new suit to use, Peter thinks, despite the fear-powered adrenaline coursing through him. His Web-Shooters switch to the new Adhesive Webs with a mere thought and shoots at the villain's tail. The blade instinctively tries to swipe through it, but the webs don't break like last time. "What?!" Instead, the webbing grabs a hold of the tail and pins it close to Gargan's body. With speed of thought, before he loses his edge, Peter fires an explosion of spindly, expansive Tendril Webs that encase Gargan's torso.

"Harder with a level playing field, huh?" Peter questions lightly, his voice gaining confidence, and uses a web from each wrist to gather enough momentum to kick the entirety of Gargan blacked from. out of the window he tore his way through. Gargan flying out, screaming his resentment on the way out. It's a small victory, but Peter knows better than to think those will hold him for long. "Stay here, Mr. Jameson!" he orders, mustering what little authority he has.

"He'll kill you!" Jameson angrily screams in retaliation. There's no concern in his tone, but there is behind his words. Peter crouches on the uneven, crumbled bricks and glass crunches beneath the thick soles of his suit's shoes. It reminds him of the first time he walked into Jameson's demolished office only (a few weeks ago). He turns back to the man who screamed profanity at him the first time they met, and smiles even though no one can see it.

"It didn't stick last time, it won't this time. Have a little faith, JJ." With the surprisingly soft, yet heavy words looming over them, Peter simply steps out of the gap in the bricks and lets himself fall. Below him, Gargan is ripping himself out of a car that he landed on, the metal being pulled apart as if it were tin foil. The webbing is still wrapped around him, but small threads are sticking out as the microfibers are forced to give. Peter webs himself across the gap to a building opposite of them. Screams erupt and the people down below instantly scatter away from the ensuing fight.

"Why didn't we get notified?!" Tony shouts into the comms, relaying his unyielding frustrations. "We should've heard as soon as Peter was mentioned on the news! My system-"

"Your system," Shuri interjects, matching his volume, "works on a visual and auditory basis!" Gargan breaks free as soon as Peter sticks to the outside of the building, webs still clinging to the armor. "The room was too dark to see Peter's suit clearly in the video and he had a voice mod on the whole time! His appearance and voice were unrecognizable and the news never used his alias." There's a loud bang in the background, which Peter is able to attribute to Tony's anger getting the better of him.

"Look, we can worry about that later!" Peter yells back. "Right now, I need you guys to focus." He slingshots himself towards the ground, right at Gargan's waiting claws, and takes him off guard by using a Retractable Web to pull Gargan's head to his foot instead. The orange eye protector is still shattered from their last fight, but this time the diamond nitrile coating of Peter's suit manages to dent the helmet. He can't stay in close proximity for too long, so he bounds off the helmet right after that, narrowly avoiding being blindsided by the tail.

"Woah! Already know what that feels like, so I'll pass! Thanks!" he manages a lighthearted quip. I need a plan I need a plan I need a plan I-

"Shut your mouth! You're nothing! This time I'll make sure you stay dead!" Gargan snarls, his face bright red with rage as his sharpened, yellow-tinted teeth are out on display.

"Did you forget what a toothbrush is, Mac? Or did the scorpion DNA fry your brain too?" Peter feigns genuinity. There's no point in trying to talk the villain down when he's this far gone; he learned that the hard way. Scorpion starts haphazardly flinging masses of acid at him that eat away chunks of the concrete sidewalk and nearby cars as he dodges them.

"Kid, I'm-"

"No!" Peter doesn't hesitate to interrupt Tony, startling the man. Peter narrowly misses another spray of acid, some droplets landing on his suit but unable to eat through the diamond nitrile protection, and starts forming a plan. "I, I can do this, Mr. Stark. I know," he uses a lamppost to swing forward, "this didn't go great last time-"

"Didn't go great-"

"But I have to do this! I made a promise! I can't become my own hero if I keep relying on you to get me out of the bad stuff. I can do this, Tony. You gotta trust me." It makes his heart clench to turn down Tony's help, but this is his mess. He can fix it. It has to be him. Scorpion's attacks are more haphazard than last time, almost as if his insanity has been stewing since Peter was stabbed, which makes them easier to dodge but even more dangerous. He flicks out his empty web cartridges and replaces them to shoot a Web Grenade. Surprisingly, Scorpion's tail swipes it out of the air before it can attach, let alone explode.

"I know," Tony softly agrees, even though it's hard for him. "I believe in you, bud. Go get 'em."

"You get one scratch, and you're grounded," May warns, her throat tight with emotion. "But I know you can do this, baby." Peter chuckles softly and, with his mentor and aunt's words fueling him, he gets down to business. Scorpion throws the demolished, aflame car out of his path of destruction before using his tail to bound towards the hero. No running or placating this time. Instead, Peter faces him head on, sprinting forward and using the environment around him to his advantage. He avoids the quick strikes of the villain's tail and elongated, metal claws, the anxiety of it all fueling his rapid movements.

Next time you use the Web Grenade, you have to know you can take him out. Otherwise, he'll just break out, he reasons even though the webs held better than before. But Gargan seems even more obsessed than before. Almost like flipping a switch, Gargan's movements speed up. Fist after fist after blade after kick, one after the other in rapid, unforgiving succession.

"No freaking way!" he suddenly hears through the comms, instantaneously recognizing the voice.

"Please don't tell me that's who I think it is," he grunts through clenched teeth. It's enough to momentarily distract him and get him rammed in the ribs by the cybernetic tail. The metal violently crashes into his side, but the only pain Peter outwardly shows is a grunt, regardless of the way it uncomfortably jostles his wounds from the last fight. Get out of range, he internally berates, irritated since he already learned that the last time.

"You're Spider-Man!" Flash screams again, sheer astonishment evident in his voice. His attention mainly on the razor-sharp claws speeding down towards his face, Peter blocks the redirects the hand with his forearm and swings around in the blink of an eye to kick Gargan in the back. It doesn't do much to throw the villain off balance, but Peter takes that rare moment to assault him with a series of blitz attacks from all different directions. Bounding off walls and sling-shotting off streetlights and springing off of the pavement.

"I punched you!" Flash yells again.

"Yep," Peter grunts out as he delivers the blows, trying not to get hit by Gargan's now anger-fueled, flailing limbs.

"You could've crushed my hand if you wanted to!"

"Yep."

"Shit, Parker!" Peter would laugh in amusement if it weren't for the sudden punch to the face, sending him flying. His back collides with the outer wall of a brick building, the clay crumbling around him on impact and knocking the wind out of him.

"Welcome to the team," he groans before rolling out of the newly-formed crater to avoid the spring-loaded blade hellbent on skewering him for the second time.

"It's called Team Spidey," Ned informs Flash proudly.

"C'mon, Pete, use that brain of yours." Tony tries to keep his voice level and brings them back to the present, but May can hear the slight tremor in it.

"Okay," Peter starts, prying himself away from the small-scale disaster that they're creating. "Making fun of him pisses him off. We know that. It makes him too angry to focus." Who would've thought his quips would actually be beneficial besides just relieving his anxiety during a fight.

"There you go," Tony proudly commends. "Use that to your advantage. What else?" Gargan interrupts their brainstorming with unrelentingly hurling chunks of destroyed bricks at Peter. A few of smaller pieces bounce off, stinging regardless, and he's able to avoid the larger ones with his Spidey Sense and agility. Looks like brainstorming will have to wait.

"What happened to your orange shades? Realize pretending to be Tony Stark wouldn't get you anywhere?" he insults in a playful tone, easily ducking to avoid an intact brick. Somehow, Gargan's face becomes a shade redder and he charges forward, the anger clouding any semblance of a plan he might've had. Peter sees it coming from a mile away and jumps to the side of another building only to bound off of it as soon as he lands. Gargan goes back and forth trying to land a hit on Peter, but lets out a frustrated yell when the hero continues to vault from one area to the other.

"Hold still for a second, will ya? I'm trying to imagine you with personality," Peter quips when he's perched on a fire hydrant before moving fractions of a second ahead of the claws aiming to imbed themselves in his throat.

"Don't mock me!" Gargan retaliates in a rage. Regrettably, Peter knows he won't be able to keep this up forever. At some point, he needs to figure out a way to knock him down and keep him down.

"I'm not mocking you, I'm describing you." He webs some of the dislodged bricks toward Gargan, his actually hitting their target. Still, his are about as effective as Gargan's were, which aren't aren't very much. If anything, they only piss him off more. Which might be a good thing…? His hits certainly aren't hitting like they were before. "Old Mac Gargan had a fit, o!" he sings, leading the havoc wreaker of a villain away from the crowds of people that are now running from their fight.

Good, he thinks, the farther away they are, the better. As he dodges and uses the environment around him as makeshift ammunition, he can hear the commotion of his friends and family in the background doing their best to help him from their end. He webs himself around a bus, using its speed to launch himself at Gargan and landing on his chest with a loud thump. It knocks the villain back a few steps and Peter merely taps his forehead.

"Tag! You're it!" Peter shoots a Splitter Web, but Gargan grabs it before it can attach to anything and yanks him forward into his fist again. This time, he's punched into the concrete sidewalk and held down. "Alright, I'm it. I'm it. Your turn to hide and I'll seek." His hands immediately fly up to pry away the deathly grip, slowly bending the claw-tipped fingers away from his still-healing chest. Crazed eyes with blown pupils stare down at him.

"I'll make you wish you died! And then I'll kill all your pathetic friends! I'll kill them all!" the villain threatens, but it comes across as a promise. Peter knows better than to let it get to him. With enough room, he's just about able to kick Gargan under the jaw and flip back out of harm's way. Yet, the damage they're leaving behind is nothing short of a rampage.

"Gotta," he gasps, "gotta get him away from people." There. That's the start of his plan. He just has to make all the pieces fit. They were supposed to have more time. "People will get in the way and get hurt," he reasons aloud, knowing his friends can hear him. He webs Gargan's tail and yanks it into the villain's shoulder plate, piercing through the metal that Peter has only been able to dent. Just like he thought.

"Good idea," Shuri commends, "less obstacles to break the illusions, as well." Gargan shrieks, but the pain only serves to fuel his anger. The tail dislodges itself, a trail of blood following suit, and surges forward, but Peter takes that as his cue to start swinging away. Heart pounding, he rapidly flicks off web after web to stay ahead of the villain's astonishing speed.

"Nearest open space is Madison Square," MJ informs, somehow keeping her cool, as his heart pounds in his throat and adrenaline courses through his veins. "Then you want to head past the MetLife tower towards-" Peter's hearing is cut off by a sharp ringing as the side of his head is rammed with unforgiving brutality and he's thrown out of his swinging. The collision is harsh, shoulder taking the full brunt of it, but he's able to cling to whatever he's hit instead of crashing through it. The high-pitched whine doesn't abate and the world tilts slightly as warmth coats his left ear.

"You have sustained a perforated eardrum. Please don't do that again," Karen informs with concern lacing her robotic voice.

"Not planning on it," he groans, swiftly climbing up the wall as Gargan pounds in the concrete where he was. Claws rip apart the stone like styrofoam and Peter really, really, doesn't want that to be him. "Up we go!" With a cheery tone, he keeps climbing the vertical surface to get some space between him and those claws. "Okay, okay, we need to use what we know. Gargan's like me, right?"

"Uh huh," Happy affirms, unsure of where this is going.

"So," Peter elaborates, "we have the same weaknesses." There's silence on the other end, no one on comms exactly liking the implication. He climbs faster, taking jumps ahead to get farther and farther from Gargan, but the villain is inevitably catching up. Just like last time, he's faster than Peter.

"What, you're gonna shove beer and peppermint down his throat?" Tony sarcastically offers, trying to add some humor to the arduous situation. Peter huffs out a laugh as he dodges a jab now that the tail is within range, gripping the edge of a decorative ledge as leverage.

"Not exactly. Free space is free space, this just happens to be free space on the side of a building. Droneys? Ready?" In response, the two Droneys embedded in his shoulders pop out and beep their confirmation.

"Are you sure?" Ned chimes in warily, already starting to maneuver his respective Droney. "Can't people inside be hurt?"

"Not if we're careful," Peter counters, then he notices the face of the clock just above him. Lights line both the face and the hands, momentarily blinding him, but he uses one of hands pointed down to pull himself up and moves it toward Gargan as he leaps after the hero. The iron clock hand scratches the armor, but it does nothing to deter the violence and unfortunate determination of Gargan's insanity.

"You think that'll stop me?!" Gargan demands, the grin never leaving his lips for a moment, despite the unnatural smile pulling at his busted lip. "Everything's clear now! It'll all be mine! And you'll be dead!" Everything's clean? His tail darts forward and Peter uses the clock hand to deflect it, an ear piercing (squeak) caused by the metal-on-metal assault.

"We have to pull the hologram schematics up! We weren't expecting them to be functional this early," Shuri frantically explains, both her and Tony typing furiously. Some of the copper's layer of green dust is scraped off of the clock hand and Peter pulls his body behind it as bloodthirsty claws surge forward. Another loud, disorienting (screech) sound that causes his ears to ring all over again and a jolt of pain to surge through his head. The world below him spins out of focus and before he knows it there's a pressure around his ankle and he's being ripped out from behind his makeshift cover. He only has enough time to gasp before he's slammed into the face of the clock, (metal) numbers bruising his back and ricocheting off his skull.

"Peter!" he hears May's panicked yell as he's pulled back and thrown down towards the street below. Flashes of colored lights and darkness flit through his vision as he spins out of control to the ground. With forced breaths, he regains control over his momentum and shoots a Retractable Web back up at the face of the clock. Reach reach reach- Mere feet from the unforgiving asphalt below, the web attaches and starts hoisting him back up. "Oh thank god," a breathless voice lets out from the comms. The web pulls him past Gagran in the blink of an eye and webs his exposed eyes on the way by. Gargan shrieks, trying to rub the stinging webs from his face while Peter kicks him away from the clock and breaks his hold of the wall. The villain falls, but not as far as Peter as his claws jut out towards the fleeting surface and create long gashes in the granite. It gives Peter that moment to breathe he desperately needs, but as soon as Gargan is gone he's jumping back up with a fresh set of assaulting attacks. Right, duck, jab the ribs, dodge, shit-

It was supposed to be a dodge but he doesn't notice the window behind him and he's punched through it. Glass shatters around him, the crash only serving to irritate the ringing in his ears more, but thanks to the outer layer of the suit none of it cuts him. He tumbles a few feet before his Spidey Sense painfully burns itself into awareness and a hand from the clock is being thrown at him like a spear. He ducks as fast as possible, the massive clock hand whizzing right above him, but he uses a web to redirect it back out the broken window while maintaining the speed. Unfortunately, Gargan grabs it out of midair without so much as blinking.

"The Spider Drones are online," Ned Karen in relief and Peter can see both of the Droneys fly in behind Gargan, the villain rushing him once again. This time, Peter has more of the environment to his advantage. He starts slinging objects laying around at Gargan, trying to bombard the man's sensitive senses with an airborne desk and computers and a filing cabinet and just about anything else he can get his webs on hoping to detract him somehow. Wait, my weaknesses are his so…

"Use them! I have an idea!" he shouts, flinging the once-mounted TV at Gargan with startling speed.

"Use them how?!" Ned questions back, voice squeaking with anxiety. Meanwhile, Peter flips to the corner of the room and pulls down a bright red lever. The lights go out and are replaced by a dim red glow at the same time sprinklers begin to drench the both of them. An annoying alarm blares to top it all off, completing the trifecta.

"It'll evacuate the building, cool down hothead, and cause sensory overload!" Peter shouts over the raging shouts of his opponent as well as the alarm. "Plus cover for the Droneys!"

"But that'll give you sensory overload too!" May counters, her tone caught between frustrated and frightened.

"Don't remind me!" His ears are already throbbing along with his head, but Gargan seems even worse off. The villain hasn't stopped yelling since the alarm was pulled and now he's lashing out at the chilled water coating him, seeping into the suit. "Now, Ned!" Peter orders through pain-clenched teeth, now covering his ears. Thankfully, the suit keeps the majority of the water out and the upgraded heater keeps him protected from the cold. However, they didn't focus on sound dampening during this round of upgrades, so he does his best to block out the shrill sounds with his palms.

"We got this kid, just look for your openings. Focus on your timing," Tony encourages, eyes darting from screen to screen. With his words, Peter sees the display of holograms come to life in an array of flashing images, Ned and MJ at the helm of each one. They do look real, and that's what's jarring. He forgot that he was fooled by them only months ago… Shaking himself out of his stupor, he launches forward into the fight again and takes every single opportunity he has. When Gargan dodges a hologram, Peter uses the opening to web his opponent closer, punch him in the diaphragm, and sweep out his legs. The movement further disorients Gargan along with the flashing images that just won't go away. More Droneys appear, making up the Droney Army and adding to the onslaught of visual stimuli.

"Get away from me! Get out! Out out out out! Out of my head!" he repeats over and over, but Peter doesn't let up. He knows better. He shoots web after web, no indication of stopping despite his blurring vision, and does his best to cocoon Gargan to the floor. When his web-shooters start clicking, he flicks out the empty cartridges to the floor and takes a few grounding breaths.

"Good job, kid," Tony commends with a alleviated breath. But then there's laughing. Gargan is laughing. That same, knowing, disconcerting laugh that further proves his psychosis.

"They're not real." The color drains from Peter's face, his brain stalls, and all of his muscles simultaneously contract. He knows, he realizes. He adapted faster than I did, how is that- Gargan's tail rips through the ground below him, dislodging himself from the webbing and, before Peter can even register it, the single blade is coming for his face. He hasn't replaced his webs. His hands bolt up to grab the tail on either side as he's knocked onto his back, fighting to keep the blade away as his heart pounds through the fight-or-flight response.

"Kid! Kid, you gotta fight!" Happy's voice is more distressed than he's ever heard. Peter isn't used to hearing it like that, and it's promptly followed by Tony's equally panicked voice that he's heard too many times to count.

"Pete, get up! You hear me?! Get up!" He can't. He can't. He just can't. Claws come toward Peter, but the skid off the hard material coating his abdomen. He counts it as a win, until the blade is replaced by the plasma blaster. His lenses widen and he jerks his head just in time for a pulse of energy to blow a hole through the floor next to him. Transfixed by where his head just was and pinned in place by three limbs, he doesn't expect the hand to latch around his neck. And squeeze. A multitude of shouts come through his suit, but between the ever-present alarm and the pressure around his neck, he can't focus enough to pick out any of the voices. Then he's being lifted by his neck. He kicks his legs out, trying to hit anything humanly possible or at least gain some traction to push himself away. Droneys swarm the villain in an attempt to distract him, but he's undeterred. Peter wants to reach for his web cartridges, but if he does that, he loses his grip on Gargan's hand that's allowing the minute amount of oxygen through. His heart beats impossibly faster and it feels like his head is about to explode.

Then, he's dropped. No floor is there to catch him.

He gasps in a pained breath without the pressure around his neck and fumbles for his cartridges to replenish his webs, but then it hits his chest. The plasma blast. The little air he was able to gasp in is forced back out and the force only makes him fall faster. In the blink of an eye, he's rocketing down, the image of Gargan getting farther away. It's akin to what he imagines being shot with a bullet proof vest on feels like. He already feels the bruising and the way his bones moved at the sudden jolt and how he can't breathe or process anything like how it hit him square in the chest where he was stabbed.

This time, he does hit the ground, colliding so ferociously that his body bounces on impact. And there's silence. And he doesn't move. Tony stares at the screen, shock and dread encompassing his entire being. It's all there's room for. Before he can register it, tears are falling down his cheeks, leaving streaks of cold.

"Don't do this to us again, bud," he whispers, afraid that his voice will tilt the delicate balance. "Please, get up." His voice cracks, even in a whisper. May didn't see this part last time. She only saw the aftermath. She could be strong then. This time, though, it's too much. That's her baby, lying on the ground, after falling hundreds of feet. Her baby boy that she raised and fed and loves. That's her son. Happy holds her and, even though she doesn't look away from the screen, Happy can bring himself to keep watching. Peter was his responsibility for so long…he just can't do it. Shuri sits, unblinking, her once untiring hands fixed in place. Ned whispers "no" to himself over and over and MJ presses her lips together, waiting. There's no way he's down for the count. No way.

Gargan slides down the side of the building, his claws digging into it as he goes to slow his descent. Once he gets close enough to the ground, he jumps off and lands heavily, rubble recoiling around him, but Peter doesn't react.

"Peter, you said you wouldn't do that again," Karen worriedly reminds him. "This is where you get up. You were the one who taught me that the hero always gets back up. You need to get up." Her voice goes unheard, and Peter remains still. A deep chuckle, however, is heard by everyone else.

"So much for that," Gargan says in a coarse, self-impressed voice. "Were you ready to die, Peter Parker?" He steps on Peter's chest, but it elicits no reaction. Without the pain-filled reaction he so desperately desires, he grabs Peter by the head and drags him up to eye level, the limp hero's feet hanging above the cracked asphalt. Against all odds, there's a small cough.

Gargan's eyes narrow and his grin morphs into a scowl, but due to Peter's uncharacteristic fragility. Slowly, Peter lifts a shaking hand, fingers painfully bent into the iconic web-slinging position. His vision sways and his breath hitches, but he doesn't give up. It makes Gargan laugh, Peter isn't even aiming at him. Peter lets out a faint chuckle of his own, then fires a Tendril Web which expands midair, attaches to a fire hydrant, and with his remaining strength he rips it out of the ground. A chilling rush of icy water drenches them both, gushing out of the ground with reckless abandon.

"No!" Gargan sputters, trying to block the onslaught of water with his free hand. His suit begins to short circuit, the mechanisms becoming waterlogged and unable to function. The tail juts out at odd angles as the villain loses complete and utter control. "My tail!" he screeches. "My suit! No no no! Not my suit!" Peter grasps the wrist to the hand latched to his head and the smirk can be heard in his voice.

"If you're nothing without the suit…" he starts breathlessly, "then you shouldn't have it." Tony's heart stills on the other end. But Gargan doesn't lose his grip, if anything it tightens around the hero's head. Good. Peter doesn't want him to lose that grip.

"I told you! The scorpion is the natural predator of the spider! You were meant to lose! That's what he said!" Gargan shouts in protest as if it'll change everything back to the way it was. And yet, his suit still shuts down and starts locking up at the joints.

"And…you remember what I said?" Peter weakly questions, his lips slowly pulling into a smile beneath his bloodied mask. "I said... activate…Darth Sidious Protocol." With that, Gargan turns his murderous look back on Peter.

"What?!"

"Coming right up," Karen confirms before a massive pulse of electricity flows from Peter's suit, crackling in the air, before taking hold of Gargan's soaking wet, metal suit and electrifying the entirety of it. Inside and out, the shock penetrates the suit and creates an inhuman, blood curdling scream that echoes throughout the city. Peter squints away from the blinding light it produces and the sheer sound that permeates his already aching ears. The overwhelming energy finally blasts the two apart, sending Peter to the ground with a thump while Gargan careens into a long since abandoned bus. Metal bends around the now smoking and unconscious villain and breaks his fall, the whole vehicle shaking on impact, but he doesn't get back up. Peter lets out a trembling breath, finally able to process.

I did it. Holy crap, I did it. Then he's plunged into the suit's darkness. At first he starts to panic, but then he realizes he just used his last line of defense. The entire suit is rebooting, everything from the communications to the web-shooter features. Luckily, the threat seems down for the count… Just in case, he plans to cocoon him there as soon as his suit is back online.

"Peter? Baby, can you hear me?" May's voice is the first that reaches his ears and he can't help but smile. Looks like his comms are the first to come back. Despite the tears evident behind her words, hearing her voice is the best thing he could've heard.

"Hey, May," he responds, groaning as he rolls onto his back. He lifts his head just enough to see the leftover damage from the plasma blast. "Do you think that'll buff out?" he wonders aloud, simply saying the first thing that comes to mind.

"I'm on my way, kid," Tony chimes in instead. His tone still holds the same amount of stress and worry that laced it earlier. "Just stay put and don't move around too much. What's your suit at?" Peter hums in acknowledgment, letting his head rest on the ground again, and looks at the bottom right of his HUD.

"Fifty-eight percent. Comms, self-repair, and thermoregulation are working. Still waiting on the web-shooter display and-" He's cut off by a thunderous explosion, loud crackles of electricity charging the air and driving Peter's Spidey Sense into hyperdrive.

"Parker, what the hell was that?!" MJ demands over the loud commotion. It was supposed to be over.

"I'm getting us a visual!" Shuri assures the entire room, already getting to work.

"Hang tight!" Tony reiterates while pushing his suit's thrusters to their limits.

"I don't, I don't know," Peter answers in general, trying to pull his fatigued body up, but failing miserably. He manages to prop himself up on his elbows. "There's no way Gargan's back up after that! He can't, that's not, he was down!" His eyes then land on the wall of fire next to the bus, but Gargan is still down. Unmoving. Someone else emerges from the now roaring flames lit by nothing but bolts of electricity. A massive quantity of electricity surrounds his body, flashes of lightning arcing between his fingertips. The electrostatic energy suffocates Peter's senses, but the man revels in it, a slight smile on his face. Electro.

"Oh shi-"

Well would ya look at that now there's two of them!

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