The FBI agents turned and immediately started to fire, though their bullets did nothing against whatever material the Winged Man's suit was made out of, and he flew out from the car park- filleting many of the other cars along the way- towards them.
This was bad. Peter knew the Winged Man was coming for him, and these FBI guys were just putting themselves in danger in their attempt to help. "Get out of the way!" he ushered the ones nearest to him off to the side "Get out of the way, get out of the-"
Katya threw herself onto the ground just as the Winged Man made it to the landing, one of the spinning blades directly where her head had been two seconds prior. The Winged Man flew over them, dropping a car that he'd been dragging back onto the landing before flying out of the ferry completely and turning, charged Chitauri gun in his hand. "Get to the top deck!" He yelled, presumably to his men, "We're getting out of here!"
Peter looked around frantically to assess the damage- it seemed all the FBI agents had gotten out of the way in time,but bullets were still whizzing passed him, despite the clear futility of shooting at the armor, there was still yelling, and the car the Winged Man dropped was teetering precariously on its side. Peter didn't have eyes on Katya but she was no longer on the floor, and wasn't underneath the car, so he trusted she was fine. Peter shot a web out at Winged Man, catching him on the foot, trying to pull him back in but he was too powerful, and the effect was more like flying a demonic kite. Winged Man kept discharging to gun wantonly into the ferry, shattering the windows where most of the passengers were and Peter's stomach sunk, hoping to god nobody had gotten hit.
Winged Man also hit a support beam, part of a railing, and something on the upper deck Peter couldn't see. He grunted with effort and shot a web instead at the gun itself , unable to care in that moment that a few of the men who seemed to be the Winged Man's associates had gun was more dangerous right now. He could see it glowing purple even through the thick webbing he'd stuck to it. The Winged Man pulled back, dragging Peter with it and slamming him into a pole. "Activate Taser Web!" Peter shouted, and electricity sparked through the webbing, finally pulling the gun free from the Winged Man's hands.
Peter managed to pull the gun towards himself and let it clatter to the floor behind him, before dousing it with a thick layer of webbing to keep it from clattering around.
"You're messing with things you don't understand!" The Winged Man shouted from above him.
Peter was about to yell something back, but was cut off by the gun detonating.
Radiation beams spiked from all around it as it easily broke free of the webbing, slicing through support beams, walls, windows, and poles all throughout the ferry. He could hear people inside screaming and car alarms going off as the ferry began to split in half.
His heart seized.
"Myshka, copy, where are you?!"
There was some shuffling on the other end of the line and screaming in the background, then a hard, metallic thunk. "On the top deck," Katya responded, sounding out of breath. "The ferry's splitting!"
"I know, I know!" Peter darted between two cars that had loosed and were rolling towards him before leaping onto the side of the ferry. "Oh my god, okay- Karen, give me an x-ray of the boat and identify its strongest points!"
Karen did as much and Peter went to work, trapezing between the identified support beams, shooting webs left and right, reinforcing them where he could, doing his best to tie the boat back together. Water had begun to geyser up from the bottom, and the sounds of car alarms steadily gurgling into silence was worse than the alarms themselves. He made it to the other side of the boat, web hanging from nearly every available surface, and for a second it seemed like he'd done it.
"It stopped, was that you?" Katya's voice came in, and when Peter glanced up from his spot at the end of the ferry he could see her peeking over the edge of one of the halves of the top a moment neither of them said anything, just watching the webs, and they seemed to be holding.
"Great job Peter," said Karen, "You were 98% successful."
Peter allowed himself to breathe "Thank- wait, 98?!" the x-ray reappeared in his visual interface and the support beam he'd missed glowed red. Shit.
From somewhere down below, he could hear a civilian shout "Yeah, Spiderman!" Before, to his horror, the webs began to snap.
"No no no no-" He leapt after them, trying to catch as many as he could, managing to get at least one in each arm. Straining, he tried to- what, pull the ferry back together? What was he supposed to do now?
Above him, he saw Katya nearly lose her footing, but catch herself by grabbing the torn edge of the top deck's floor and using the momentum of her fall to swing her back upwards, tucking into a somersault, though she stumbled a bit on her landing as the top deck- like they all were- was still trembling precariously. Peter let himself take loose the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
But he was still stuck between both halves, doing less pulling together and more trying not to be pulled apart. He vaguely registered Katya muttering something to herself angrily in Russian, but every other sound was drowned out by his heart in his ears. He cried out in effort.
Suddenly, the pressure stopped, and he wasn't being pulled apart anymore. Not only was he not being pulled apart, but the ferry was…coming back together? His broken webs slackened as their use became superfluous, yet something was still pushing the ferry together somehow.
"What the hell?"
Then he saw it, out of the window directly in front of him- the shining metal head of Iron Man's suit.
"Hi, Spiderman." There was a clear undercurrent of anger in his voice. "Band practice, was it?"
An army of drones suddenly flew in, anchoring themselves to key points of the ferry, helping Mr. Stark push it back together by actually welding pieces together and shut. Mr. Stark himself then let go and flew over to the main deck and into the boat- Peter followed, crawling on the ceiling and hopping around pillars after him. Mr. Stark was welding together the floor, the geysers turning to trickles turning to nothings, and shooting off patching at any other weak areas he saw.
"Mr. Stark! Hey! Wait- how can I help?"
Mr Stark didn't answer him, but flew up to the top deck and welded some parts together too. Peter webbed himself onto the crow's nest. "Tell me what I can do!"
"I think you've done enough." the anger was no longer an undercurrent but a gushing geyser of it's own. Peter winced.
"Meet me at that rooftop in twenty minutes." Mr. Stark told him, gesturing towards the nearest building. "We need to talk."
