New chapter already?! Yeah, I had some extra time on my hands this week. Enjoy peeps! Please R & R :)
I can do this. Peter took a deep—attempting to find confidence—breath. Just jump, come on Peter. You can do this. Come on Spiderman don't fail me now. His legs quivered with hesitant anticipation of jumping out to the precarious cornered ledge. Peter would have to purposefully, and hopefully with some form of grace from his anxious limbs, tackle the ledge across the alleyway to make his escape from the Hawkeye and the Black Widow.
Peter's mind buzzed with alarm; how did they track him? Why were they being so aggressive? Were the weapons really necessary? He already had unhappy policemen on his tail the past few months. Of course, all thanks to the Daily Bugle, an unreliable newspaper of lies, who painted him as a masked menace of the city, ugh. He shook his head, clearing away the unsavory memory.
The past few weeks Peter had finally been able to focus his time and energy on actually being Spiderman; he felt accomplished as a recent graduate from Midtown High—first in his class nonetheless—he had momentarily basked in his newfound freedom of summer. No plans with the exception of holding down his job at Del Mar's Deli to build up college funds.
Snapping out of his panicked trance, Peter refocused his advanced hearing when a delicate nick of an arrow adjusted in place. Wait were they talking to me? Peter heard words and sounds coming from the Avenger's direction but was unable to focus attention on anything except the sound of blood pulsating in his ears. Crap. He didn't necessarily want to be rude and ignore them, but they did purposefully corner him with weapons drawn. Right? Well, here goes nothing. Spiderman launched himself to the opposite wall in an attempt to avoid conflict or confrontation from the two Avengers.
Peter successfully landed on the ledge and with nimble fingers heaved his frame over the side onto the roof of the two-story complex. Quickly collecting himself, Spiderman immediately shot out a web towards the building juxtaposed to his location. Perfect, I'll just get high enough to get them off my back.
Thwip-thuck. Spiderman pushed off the duplex roof with easy before he felt a painful twinge to his left leg. Sparing a quick glance downward in between his next swing, Peter noticed a rough tear to his suit and felt the cold air rush across the stinging gash on his calf. Great, now I'll have to fix my suit when I get home. Again.
Pulling his weight forward as quickly as possible Spiderman worked to put as much distance between him and his big Avenger fans as possible. Although escaping immediate danger, his spider senses continued to buzz in warning. Usually, his senses quieted after leaving hazardous situations but at the moment, they seemed to be spazzing out of control. Perhaps it was the adrenaline still coursing through his system? Sounds of a closely nearing Iron Man with repulsors validated his suspicions. I can't catch a break, Peter huffed. Without wasting a second, Spiderman made a sharp right turn around a high building and disappeared in between two gargoyle statues.
He waited for Iron Man to pass his location before pulling away in the other direction. Thwip-thuck. Well, that was close, sheesh these people don't let up. Spiderman was exhausted from the activity of the day; it was definitely time to head back to his apartment and feed his complaining stomach. He had grabbed a hotdog earlier in the day for lunch, but it was now past dinnertime and he didn't appreciate the whale mating calls coming from his empty belly. Sometimes it sucked having an enhanced metabolism to keep up with. Thwip-thuck. Spiderman continued to swing around the block when suddenly his web snapped, and he was falling.
"Agh, what the hell?" Spiderman shouted in surprise as he launched another web to halt his fall. The only times he had issues with his web sticking were during torrential rain, it certainly was not raining. Peter felt the comforting tug of his web once more after losing some elevation in the snap. Looking around he couldn't see what may have caused the snip. The base of his neck buzzed lightly with caution. Before even reaching around the building, Spiderman's web snapped a second time and he was losing altitude once more. Ah crap, please don't tell me my web-shooters decided now was a good time to malfunction. Rapidly sticking another web to veer away from a wall, Spiderman's web was once again snipped, but this time Peter knew why.
Iron Man hovered across the street with thin, red laser beams emitting from his hands. Spiderman attempted to stick another web but failed as it was severed faster than the last with the red lasers. This time Peter didn't have enough time to stop his crash onto the closest roof. Spiderman tried to catch his landing in a run which turned into an ungraceful trip and roll flop onto his back.
"Why me?" Peter complained in a slight wheeze as the impact knocked the wind out of his lungs. Spiderman sluggishly rolled to over and stood upwards. Iron Man landed gracefully in his line of sight with both his repulsors ready to fire. Welp, it's going to be fun to get out of this one, Peter thought humorlessly.
"Spiderman." Iron Man stated matter-of-factly his tone devoid of emotion.
"Uh, hi there Iron Man s-sir, um how's your day going?" Peter berated his ingrained politeness that made him stammer like an idiot. He nervously shifted his weight off his left leg, easing the pain of the impact.
"Yeah, no time for niceties right now Spiderman. Stop avoiding the inevitable. SHIELD has some questions for you to answer. I will be escorting you to the Avenger's Tower." Iron replied in a mechanical voice.
"What kind of questions?" Peter's senses were on high alert as he looked around the desolate rooftop for an exit. Nothing in sight. He was about three stories off the ground and would need to get higher up for an escape. Deciding to buy himself some time, Peter allowed his anxious mouth to distract a very furious looking Iron Man glaring in front of him.
"I mean my favorite colors are red and blue…not that you couldn't have guessed that.. I like to drink tea, well lots of tea...I don't think you'd have guessed that one." Pausing to catch his breath however before Peter could proceed with his intentionally distracting word vomit, Iron Man started to march forward.
"That's quite enough from you smart mouth." Iron Man said threateningly. "Look webs, don't be diff-." Before Iron Man had finished his sentence, Spiderman webbed his feet to the rooftop and started to slowly pace backward towards the edge.
"Okay, no more Mr. Nice guy." Stark sputtered irritation at the sticky situation.
"That was nice?!" Peter cried while peering over the edge to see if he could jump down. Nope, too far down to risk injury at the moment. As Spiderman turned around to spit out one last rebuttal to the arrogant tin can, loud, crackly noise filled his eardrums. Iron Man blasted his full repulsors, melting away the sticky web solution gluing him to the ground. Before Spiderman could finish turning around, he was met with metal and heated repulsors tackling his unexpecting figure.