Chapter 17: Grounded
When the new day began it felt like just another day but it wasn't. As Peter rose from his bed he had made it a habit to start off by taking his shower and a fresh change of clothes besides always lounging around in the Iron Spider Suit. Today he would be meeting with his group of students again but this time he would get to know each of their powers.
The same ten faces had waited for him in the Danger Room. Each of them stood straight as the Iron Spider approached and stopped before them.
"Today you're going to do the same drills as last time as well as some instruction."
"There is a book written by a Chinese general named Sun Tsu called The Art of War. It's not so much a book as it is a list of commandments for how soldiers and generals conduct themselves in an army. If you can take a look at a few pages. Jun exhibited a few of them in the last meeting."
"And victory was sweet" snickered on of the children.
"But so did Nathan" asserted the teacher "My question is… was he completely outclassed?"
"Yes" said one of the children. "He was outnumbered with no way to retaliate."
"Wrong. A cornered enemy is not to be taken lightly. If that person thinks that they have nothing to lose it drives them to do something that they wouldn't normally do and that surprise can be enough to turn the tide of any battle."
He could have talked about tactics but it was too soon for such talk, no need to clutter their minds. He could see the boredom in some of their eyes as some shuffled there feet. In that closed room was the potential to make boys and girls into warriors without the half measures of the past. Their futures were in his hands, a responsibility which would be passed down them to do whatever they chose to do with it.
"Before the training starts I want you to tell me what brought you here. What drives you now?"
They were each similar but the most, children driven from home. Few of many runaways. Among the stories were ones coming from Jun, Charles Rachel and Nathan.
Jun gave a sigh of boredom with eyes half open. He stepped forward and looked forward.
"Before my father died, he had a book filled with magic spells" said Jun as he placed an outstretched hand as a large tome phased in from transparent to an old leather binding in the Chinese boys hand. "I gave a blood contract with it so in exchange for my soul I can do whatever the book and my imagination allows. I also couldn't hide it too well, leading to agents knocking on my door. So here I am."
Next to talk was Francis, rubbing the palms of her hands
"My skin is tough" said Francis, the African American boy. "Not unbreakable like Luke Cage's but when I take a hit it… reacts and becomes hardened. I never had much of a family and when I heard that the avengers were taking kids in I jumped at the chance… figured I could meet Power Man."
Rachel, the young Latina girl simply walked to the nearest wall and the overhead lights dimmed. The bulbs struggled to stay illuminated until she pulled her hand off. From her index finger shot a short stream of electricity. "I just didn't want to be anyone's battery."
Nathan was the last
"Me and my bother Brendon are mutants. He controls fire, I control wind. My Aunt is a Shield agent and she wanted to bring us in but we ran. Even had to fight Venom for our troubles."
As Spider-Man listened to his students and shortly after instructed them to start their running drills. First they ran on a flat surface but then Peter changed the floor to a large staircase which everyone had to run up together. They were all going at different speeds. The sounds of loud huffing consumed the room, bouncing off of the walls in the room creating echoes with the pattering of feet.
After the running, he made them traverse through an obstacle course complete with swings and moving poles. His arms crossed as he watched them sloppily move and get knocked off balance. After they fell he told them to start over. And they did.
Nathan managed to complete the course after a few tries as did Francis whose powers had helped him endure being struck. Peter instructed for Francis to take a break and then start over again.
As the youth ran the boys had begun to stop in their tracks, all distracted by the appearance of the same thing. Peter swung around to find the Black Cat as she did her cat walk straight for Peter.
"You're interrupting my class"
"Sorry Spider but class is cut short today. Luke is calling for another meeting."
Some of the boys in the background waved to Felicia and calling to get her attention as the girls bared scowling eyes. Even boys who weren't in Peter's class but in the area formed a crowd Felicia took the time to blow a kiss at the boys who then gawked back.
"I'm busy right now. Come back later" said Spider-Man as he turned back to face his students who stopped dead in their tracks. "I didn't say you could stop, continue running or you'll do double."
Felicia took walked around to Peter's front side with piercing eyes. Even in his mask he felt the need to avert his head into another direction. She persisted by arcing her head to meet his face again. She wasn't going to leave him alone and how long could he really avoid her, ignore her.
"Spider, you don't have a choice this time. Now let's go before these boys coat the floor in drool."
As the children ran their laps they couldn't help but look at their instructor as he poorly avoided the cat. Suddenly it seemed like the spider wasn't such a stern guy but the real confirmation came when he dismissed the session. As the spider left the children watched their teacher follow Felicia out of the room, the boys wishing it was them who could follow her.
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In the conference room the core seven avengers members took their seats as Peter stood in a corner and observed. Everyone was on edge while Luke patiently waited as the door swung open with the Black Cat leading Peter behind her on a practically invisible lease.
"Alright everyone" Began Luke. "I won't waste time so I'll come out and say it. A big sale is going down in Brooklyn and we don't have much time."
"Sale of what?" asked Daredevil.
"And why are we only finding out about this now?"
"I needed time to make sure it was legit to prioritize our attention. As for what is being sold it's some game changing weapon we don't want on the streets. Weapons forged during the time of the Aztecs can give the users God-like powers or something along those lines."
This next mission required veteran Avengers to end the situation before it could become a problem. The word God-like had implied that resistance from the enemy could be on par with that of the Wrecking Crew, a group of supervillains with enchanted objects which made them Demi-Gods. Each of them were on another level of power which needed a mob to stop them. The fight ahead of them which explained why Luke needed all hands on deck.
The former Power man made sure to look Peter in the eyes as he made his case, perhaps waiting for him to back out. Peter just simply watched with his arms crossed and listened until Luke was done.
"You know what this means" said Daredevil to the Iron Spider.
"With Fisk dead it was only a matter of time before someone tried to take his place. But how do you neutralize the weapons? And shouldn't someone be here to watch the children?"
"Look at you getting all mushy" teased Wolverine as he slapped his Adamantium hand onto Peter's shoulder.
"I can do both" said Stephen Strange as he rubbed his chest. "A simple sealing of the items will keep them out of Shield's or anyone else's hands. My wounds are not quite battle ready so I can stay behind with Wong to assist in looking after the children. Also, I can provide council to the team from here through a mental link, I can see hand hear without leaving."
"Just make sure you go to the bathroom before the fun starts" added Logan.
Iron Fist looked at his freshly bandaged hands stained with red. He strained to make a fist with either hands and let out a wince of pain. "I can't go" he said with his head down. "I'm still too weak. I'll only be a liability if I go, I'm sorry Luke but I-I need to heal."
Cage gave a slow nod and everyone watched as Danny Rand left the room without saying another word.
"Fist looks like he's losing it."
"Give him time, those Mimikai did a number on him" said Luke. "Once they get in your head they show you your worst fears. I don't know what they showed him but it was enough. He's been training none stop ever since. Still, we should be fine if we can end it before the fighting starts. So get ready we're going to Red Hook."
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At night the New Avengers appeared under a veil of darkness. On top of a building by the waterfront. Spider-Man, Luke, Cloak, Dagger, Wolverine and Black Cat took in the view of the water below as the half-moon's light danced on the shifting water's surface. The sky was also clear, making any brightly colored characters stand out like a sore thumb. The buildings across the street had windows which were boarded up and shards of glass also glistened in the moon light revealing Governors Island.
By the water was nothing except a lone barge anchored to the dock.
The Iron Spider's Waldoes sprang out and surveyed the immediate area for any movement but there was nothing. It was best to see if anyone was monitoring the team and there was nothing. The wind was chilling and blew with such speed that the cold cut through clothing as if it were tissue paper.
Dagger had inched herself close to Tyrone, taking shelter inside the folds of his cloak.
"So where to?" said Wolverine while rubbing his exposed biceps.
"Yes please" added Black Cat. "As nice as the view is it's not worth this chilling wind"
Luke walked to the edge of the roof and pointed toward the barge that was docked on the other side of the port. "The barge ain't supposed to be here for an extended time. Long as we get there before the exchange goes down we're good."
The Spider-Man's legs propelled him into the air at least two yards. His body slid across the sky on air currents as the rest of his troop got there in an instant by a flash of darkness, reappearing on top of a container. Peter could feel the wind chill through his costume. His eyes continued to look out, his ears listening and his mind monitoring for threats but still there was no change. He couldn't help but feel like something was off.
There was also a fear that at any moment he could get another of those severe headaches. If that happened it would mean that every second counted against him or was he finally passed the point of rationality? Slowly he descended in the air, getting closer to the water by the second and it became evident he wouldn't make the entire distance. He did however reach the edge of the vessel, repositioning his body so that he could attach himself with the least impact.
He then crawled up the side until he rejoined the team. There were rows of containers lined up making a sort of grid maze. Wolverine began sniffing the air with keen ability to detect odors, this lead them down a trail.
Daredevil looked off to the distance and turning his head slightly to gain a better mental picture of the landscape.
"Four guys appear to be patrolling. There is a greater concentration of bodies further down" As they ventured deeper in to the containers.
A man in a black leather jacket was already in the process of opening a long wooden crate with an old rusty crowbar was being held by two open palms, presented to a woman who could only be its seller. She wore a gray blazer with a small handbag hanging over her shoulder. Beside her were three bald man in suits standing opposite of figures cloaked in camouflage hoodies. They were told that this deal was supposed to be a gangland business deal but the seller appeared to be upscale.
Spider-Man cast a web-line and riled in the staff as Daredevil took to fighting the bodyguards in hand to hand combat.
"You need to make sure that you keep them away from that crate!" shouted Doctor Strange. "Oh and don't forget about gunfire"
"Don't worry Doc!" replied Logan as he charged a man firing his semi-automatic. "I got that covered"
Luke walked up toward one assailant, the bullets bouncing off of him like rubber. He clasped his hand onto the rifle and squeezed the barrel shut with his grip. With a punch that man's nose was broken and was left breeding on the floor as his comrades were contained. The fight started in a flash and it wrapped up almost just as fast.
The deal was effectively interrupted and the conspirators were wrapped up in webbing.
Suddenly containers in the surrounding area burst open with numerous shield agents pouring out of them with rifles and draped in tactical gear. It was a sting operation. Maria Hill stood tall on top of a container. Unlike her subordinates she went out of her way to not wear her helmet, making her presence known.
"Looks like you got a bad tip Cage"
Suddenly Luke threw a punch to the side of Peter's face, forcing him to the ground. His jaw rang with pain caused by skin that was unbreakable.
"He's all yours" said Luke so callously it was as cold as the wind.
"What the hell are you doin' Cage?"
"Oh no" quivered Strange "Peter, you have to listen to me-"
Before Strange could finish his sentence he was cut off, his voice lost.
A second punch landed on the back of Peter's head, slamming his face into the concrete. He could feel a warm fluid flow from his nose which may have been broken. The familiar feeling of Vertigo and dizziness were setting back into his skull.
Peter was stunned, a double cross didn't seem likely to happen in his mind. Or did it. He had stepped on so many toes along the way that he had to have hit the breaking point at some time. He craned his head upward to look at his betrayers and they looked back at him with cold eyes, all except for Logan and Felicia who seemed completely taken aback and forced back by their teammates so that they didn't intervene. In that moment Peter began to wonder, was Doctor Strange in on it? Did Iron Fist know and simply decide to sit this one out?
"We had a deal" said Luke as he turned to Maria without flinching at the possibility that she could turn on him.
"Yes, we did Mister Cage" Replied Hill with her weapon at the ready. "You give us Spider-Man and we leave your team alone. Enjoy your new pass."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Raged Black Cat, her claws extended to as she clapped Luke in the face causing a large smack sound which only caused pain to ring throughout her hand. She then massaged hit with her other hand.
"Felicia…" called Peter while still trying to push himself up.
"You can stay with him if you feel that strongly" growled Luke as while still looking directly into the Black Cat's eyes "Cloak, get us out of here"
In a flash the rest of the team vanished in a black shroud, leaving Peter to stand against a squadron of Shield agents still aiming their rifles. The weirdest part in all of this surprise was that His Spider-Sense did not go off. No buzz, not even a hum to signal the impending danger. And now he was in the worst possible scenario to defend himself as Maria's army closed in from every direction. With each step they took his heart beat twice as fast.
Instead of pushing himself up he opted to roll onto his back. The guns began to cock and time was running out to get his bearings. Vision cleared enough to notice the feet of the ones who approached and a crane which was overhead.
"Watch out for his hands" warned Hill.
The Waldoes sprang out from his back in a swift motion, propelling him upright. In that same moment, Spider-Man's rapid movement caused snipers to instinctively pull upon their triggers. Intense, stinging pain was then felt where the bullets collided, his right thigh, left pectoral and right forearm. Though Peter had been shot the Iron Spider armor was luckily bulletproof and yet still the impact could still be enough to break bones.
Each Waldoe shot line and reeled in their catch, this gave Peter cover on the basis that the agents wouldn't shoot for fear of friendly fire. The Agents now close to him proceeded to either punch or grab a weapon. One of them had pulled out a taser but dropped it after someone said "No you idiot, you'll taze all of us too." They punched and kicked like children in a schoolyard and Peter couldn't sense where the blows were coming from.
He noticed a canister of tear gas on the agent waist and pulled the rings, causing white gas to spew forth. The air became clouded by a thick fog as he pushed each agent to disperse the gas further.
"Put your gas masks on" shouted Commander Hill but it was too late. In that time the Spider had cast a line to the crane up above and in a slingshot motion was sent flying through the air like a missile from a silo. Bullets chased after him from exploding chambers and again he was tagged on the chest. The pain caused him to jerk into a curled position in midair, losing the wind from underneath him. He straightened like a board again but by then the distance he could travel in total was reduced.
High above the water he could hear the air troops mobilize to set up a perimeter. He made it to land but only the houses just on the waterfront. The descent was a wobbly motion as Peter fight the unrelenting pain of his wounds, one of his ribs might even be cracked. His body hit the flat black roof of one building and he laid their motionless as Agents with jetpacks approached. His crimson suit melded into the black of the surface beneath him.
Spider-Sense had provided a blanket of security Peter never had to think about. He would need to be smarter to avoid Shield. Where would he even go? And what did Stephen want to say before he was cut off? If he stayed in one place they would catch him.
A door on the far side of the roof opened and a little stepped out of the doorway, tiptoeing around the roof and scanning the sky. The boy wore a red hood and black jeans, and his jaw hung open as the agents passed by that he stumbled over Peter's body
"The hell was that?" said the boy as he looked back. His foot had pressed against Peter's rib and with the pain on his mind the suit reverted to its original red and gold.
"Spider-Man?" whispered the boy just before his face was covered in web. He clawed at the organic material while muttering something until he was able to free his mouth. "Calm down man, I'm on your side see?" He flipped his hood over his head to reveal two red horns stitched onto it. He was a member of the Devil's Spawn.
He slowly approached the Spider with an outreached hand but it was refused as Spider-Man pulled himself up. The Devil's Spawn held the door open, leading Peter down some stairs to the third floor of a tenement building. Each floor was its own apartment. The floorboards squeaked with the two of them. The wood was covered in white, dry paint chips.
The boy left Spider-Man to lean on the cracked wall as he rustled through his pockets for his key and unlocked the door. He herded the spider into his home.
"I need bandages" commanded
It's fine, these used to belong to me grandfather, the frequency is so outdated modern scanners don't think to look for them.
"Franky, you need to get over here now. Over."
"C'mon man. I'm getting ready for bed. Over."
"Believe me, you want to see this and bring your dads vitamins. Over and out."
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After a knock on the door another boy walked in with a red hood of his own. "Dude, you need to look outside. Holy Crap!"
Franky was stunned as he watched a bruised Spider-Man bandage his own ribs with one hand and another ready to web the door.
Peter thought about what his next move might be, where he could go. There was no place for him but what did he leave behind? Venom was with him, still imprisoned in the top half of his suit trying to break out. His duffle bag and cloths were easily replaceable but his device. The one he left behind in the desk was still there waiting and the Doctor tried to tell him something before being cut off. It seemed like the only option was to go back to Manhattan and every second that he didn't move the agents would close in.
As Peter watched with caution, as Franky rummaged through his pocket and pulled out pills wrapped in a piece of paper towel. He held those pills out as he waited for Peter to retrieve them.
"My dad started using these pills after he had back problems while working construction. Enjoy, they came out of a prescription bottle and everything."
Spider-Man swallowed the pills dry without the aid of water.
"If we can get him to the B61 bus, which should get him to Jay Street Metro Tech and from there the subway."
"But it's useless if they reroute the buses"
"Then what? I can give him my dad's clothes"
"How did he even get here anyway?"
"He won't say"
Outside of the window more Shield agents marched down the streets, splitting up to bust down doors to find their prey. They had just reached the front of Peter's building when a man directing them
A dark skinned man had black hair with a white strip at the center and a wooden staff stood with the agents. On his back was a red cape. On his forehead was a white circle with a "V" at its center. Slowly his head gravitated toward peter's window. He wore a black leather jacket and a necklace of bones.
His name was Jericho Drumm aka Brother Voodoo, another man with the power to command magical power but at this time him and Spider-Man hadn't crossed paths often. They had worked together once to stop a villain named Moondog. Once Voodoo joined the Registration side and there he was, helping Shield to track down Peter's location. Could he have been blocking Doctor Strange?
Peter broke away from the window pane and donned the upper torso portion of his suit and stormed for a window on the backside of the building. The kids didn't know what was happening "close the windows behind me and stay calm when Shield bursts through the door."
He crawled out of the window and onto the roof. By looking out into the distance the neighboring buildings didn't go past three flights so web slinging wasn't an option. Peter's head began to hurt as fog swelled around him and the sound of beating drums pounded. He dropped down to his knees as his vision began to grow blurry.
Jericho stepped out of the fog and stood before the Spider-Man
"It is over Spider-Man. You are wasting your time."
More agents stormed to the roof from the third floor. From the air came down vehicles like motorcycles but with a propeller blades on each side. There were four of them hovering overhead. Vulnerable and disoriented he tried to keep from falling over on his side and for the second time in the same night. Venom in was struggling to break free from confinement to aid its ally.
The ground troops were taking their positions when Peter felt a surge of energy. A feeling of invincibility had come over him, to take more risk. Pain from his aching ribs had gone numb. He could feel blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins like a river of rushing water.
As the fog continued to and the drums beat into his ears his hands descended to the floor. He laid his hands flat. With new found great strength his wall crawling power was turned up to eleven, allowing him to pull off a section of the roof as a sort of large riot shield. Again the Waldoes were called to action. Launching webs to gum up the propellers overheard still leaving three in the air.
"Get clear!"
Spider-Man threw his shield at the shaman who in turn broke it into pieces with his super strength. Rather than fight he took to the sky, knocking off a Shield agent on a helibike into the hole in the roof.
For the second time he broke away from the enemy as two agents followed on their air transports. In a wobbly path he steered as best he could toward the bright city lights while avoiding fire. They soared over the East River directly over the water. His fingers were so tense that he deformed the handlebars. Where did this extra strength come from?
In the East the sun was beginning to peak out from the horizon. The agents proceeded to fire with Peter climbing in altitude.
What Peter now realized was that the pills he swallowed earlier couldn't have been painkillers but instead probably were MGH. One of the variants being sold on the street. With this one it was made to look like an ordinary pharmaceutical drugs so that people could carry them around. They also took longer to activate, perhaps because of the creation process but there was no knowing when it would end. The combination of spider strength, an adrenaline rush and MGH meant raw power. In trying to steady the wheel he accidently ripped it off.
It was time to abandon his metal chariot but he could still use it in some way. Before abandoning ship the spider connected his dead weight Helibike to those of the Shield agents following him with thick webs from his Waldoes and proceeding to glide the rest of the distance. Manhattan Island grew larger by the second, the caverns of glass and steel got closer. The shield duo drew their guns and fired through the sticky material in order to free themselves and gave chase.
Once Peter reached the closest building web slinging took over as he swung around several corners. The propellers of the Helibikes echoes grew louder as they approached around a corner and into a web. Spider-Man crawled from around the corner and added an extra layer of Web. Both agents were lodged between the strands but the propellers had cut through some and spiraled downward into the streets.
He leaped from the window surface toward one of the vehicles. One punch to the engine was enough to stop it but he still needed to stop the second one which hurtled toward the street. The propellers had made it hard to stop it without shredding his arm. By using his raw power he tossed the helibike toward the second, smashing both of them into piles of scrap on a roof.
The spider latched onto the nearest building and surveyed the scene. The people down below were safe and the two agents who followed him were busy with their bindings. The people below were beginning to look up at the renegade Spider-Man but it got worse. High above was a lone red and gold Helicarrier descending from the clouds in a mass of steel. Dots, which could only be assumed as more agents cascaded toward his position. Though he felt strong, even invincible he didn't want to kill anyone who didn't deserve it and a fight in public would get messy.
The sun was up and with nowhere to hide he needed to get moving. At his fastest speed they were still gaining, which left him to crash through the closest window, a window to a penthouse.
A man in his luxurious bed shared with two women woke up screaming as the renegade Spider-Man fell onto the soft white carpet carrying glass and rolled onto his feet. It felt like landing on a soft cloud as the dirty bottoms of his feet smeared dirt into its fibers.
"Hey that rug is made of Qum silk!"
The Spider just continued his path towards the door. Whether it was because of his sheer strength or because the tenant irritated him when Peter pulled on the door handle the whole door came off of the hinges. The man was left sitting in his bed with his mouth hung open.
Once in the hallway he stopped, took a look down both ends. The man in the apartment from which he exited was then screaming about his front door made of some luxurious wood. People had decided to poke out of their rooms, laying eyes upon the Spider in his menacing appearance.
He pulled Venom's red orb from the back section of his suit and looked at it when two walls of flames cut off the people from the hallway. Brother Voodoo stood at the far end of the hall at his prey.
"Get back into your homes" yelled Brother Voodoo. The doors slammed shut immediately after that and Spider-Man returned the sphere to his back.
His Waldoes sprang out into their clawing motion.
"Confrontation is not the answer. I only want to end the fighting before someone else gets hurt. Stand down Spider-Man."
His strength was great but without his special sense of awareness his ability to defend was poor. He was a wreck as he threw wild punches while his opponent was the opposite. He was quick, defensive and sharp like a man who practiced. For every hit that he could land he would take at least two in exchange, even with the Waldoes striking as a follow up.
Dizziness was beginning to settle in and his energy was running low. Could the MGH have been running out so soon? A Waldo smacked Voodoo in the eye, which caused him to jerk backward. The flame adjacent to the walls still burning.
In that moment Peter unleashed the six streams of web fluid, coating Brother Voodoo in a cocoon. Voodoo attempted to struggle but the spider wouldn't allow that to happen. In most cases, strong enemies could break out of his webs but only if those webs did not have the chance to dry. He rushed in to land a few well deserved hits but in the middle of his fury the flames along the walls had coiled like snakes. Those fires then compiled upon Brother Voodoo and Spider-Man.
As the fires engulfed the man undoubtedly controlling them. Tethers of strands coiled and danced in the as well as shrink to nothing but black smoke. The spider's effort would be undone in mere seconds. The only option was to knock out his opponent before it was too late. Peter cocked back his right fist and launched the fastest haymaker he could muster. The hit knocked the Voodoo lord into a wall on the far side of the room. The impact was strong enough to crack make an impression on that wall. The spider's prey laid motionless, alit with flames but his flesh did not singe.
Though his opponent was subdued the fire was enough to set the building on fire. Peter walked closer to the fire when he began to feel weak. His legs buckled under the weight of his upper body and he fell to his knees his head began to ache. The pain had returned stronger than before without slowly building up intensity.
The elevator doors on the opposite side of the hall opened, crammed with more agents of Shield. The spider gathered himself and tossed his body toward the nearest door, knocking it down to enter the apartment behind it. The inhabitants of the room cowered in a corner as the fugitive ran for the balcony window, drilling through it and out into the outside in a spiral leap motion. With grace he dived as shards of glass trailed behind him.
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In one of the higher levels of Stark Tower, Tony Stark sat in his swivel chair next to a slab with a human shaped figure draped in a sheet. He held a fine drink in hand, which hovered just below his nose. It teased him to sip in the slightest increments and he did indulge. Some time had passed since he last had a beat on his query Spider-Man but he didn't mind. In fact he was calmly shooting the breeze, taking a break from work when his ear piece rang as if right on time.
"This is Stark, speak."
"Sir, as per your request I am notifying you that commander Hill is close to capturing Spider-Man"
"Thank you, Agent Duncan. I'll be sure to send you an invite to one of my holiday parties"
"No thank you sure, only doing my job."
"Suit yourself, I make a wicked cocktail."
"Did you want his current location as well Director?"
"Ya know I think I will manage that just fine
The agent hung up, leaving the Iron Man to his own devices
Tony placed his drink down on the table as he stood to his feet. He ran his hand over the frame and pulled the sheet off of it.
"Well, you're one hundred percent but you'll do just fine. Time to ride."
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The ground drew closer to the scarlet spider upon his descent through the air. His head hurt, his body just as much and only but force of will was he able to continue. He could hear the propellers in the vicinity. He fired a web to a nearby building swung in an arc motion. His grip was slipping when he saw a Helibike in front of him
Maria Hill had Peter in her sights. She pulled her firearm from its holster and took a shot at the arachnid but he let go before any of the shots could land. His body sloppily collided with the roof of a building, rolling from the momentum of the direct to which he was going. Still weak, his Waldoes acted as supports to push their master back onto his feet.
"Peter, Peter!"
"Doc?"
"Yes, and we only have a moment so listen"
"Now is not the time. Hill has me cornered."
By the time Peter looked up Hill had her reinforcements backing her up. She kept her gun trained on its intended target and her subordinates followed suit.
"It's over Parker" barked Maria. "No sudden moves."
On the rooftop Maria Hill had finally cornered Peter after all that time trying to avoid capture. His head blared with pain and then it was gone. The pain subsided as quickly as it came but the bruising on his body didn't go anywhere. The loud booming sound rang through the sky, heading toward their location. A red and gold projectile shot straight from Stark Tower.
Everyone looked to the sky to find a new red and gold Iron Man floating down from toward the ground. This suit shined in the sun for its fresh paint job and looked unlike previous armors. This armor had the distinctive feature of ten red orbs which danced around the armor in a circle as though they were caught in orbit.
"Sorry Hill but I'm going to have to cut in" said Tony in his newest suit. "It's just you and me now Peter"
The spider locked eyes as the man of iron sported his new shell. He thought of the pain he was feeling, the fatigue which plagued his body.
"…Shit"