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Note: this story begins shortly after the "The Other: Evolve or Die" story arch, which is currently "in progress" in the Spider-Man comics.
A New Life
By TVfan
Chapter 3: The Attack and the Accident
Avengers Tower
It was mid-morning as most of the people that dwelled at the Avenger's tower sat around a moderately sized table eating their breakfast. The only ones not sitting there were Jarvis and Tony Stark. Jarvis was busy doing his job as the Avenger's butler and was busy serving food. Stark wasn't even present in the room, as his work as the CEO of Stark Enterprises kept him busy. The other Avengers, besides Peter and Jessica, returned to the tower somewhat late the previous night and were all pretty drowsy.
Peter, himself, was busy thinking about something else.
"You hungry or are you just not thinking about food, Tiger?" Mary Jane asked him from the seat to the right of him.
Peter glanced over at his wife and saw that she had both eyes fixed on him, and the look did not convey romantic wishes.
"You've practically turned your eggs to mush," Mary Jane commented, pointing at his plate.
Peter looked down to see that her comment was accurate.
"Just thinking about what to do about the Hobgoblin, that's all," Peter commented, "I mean, why would he attack a business, have six robots constructed, and then flee leaving the building's computer system worthless?"
"Some insane plot to conquer the world?" Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, suggested from across the table, "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear."
"No," Peter answered, "The Hobgoblin is actually quite sane. World conquest was never part of his agenda ever. It isn't in his character. He likes money and financial power. That's why yesterday's attack is so strange. He wouldn't just attack something and do something that would actually hurt his chances for profits."
"You won't need any help finding this guy, will you?" Luke asked, "I'm sure we can all help."
Peter shook his head, "No, I'm sure he'll do something that will attract attention and I'll be able to catch him then."
"Can we please not discuss villains at the breakfast table?" Aunt May spoke up from the seat to the right of Peter, "There must surely be something else we can discuss."
"Yeah, I'm sure there is," Peter sighed, "So, MJ, what's your rehearsal schedule for today?"
"Just a minor one later this afternoon, but nothing much," Mary Jane answered, "It'll be great once we're ready to perform."
"Now that sounds nice," Aunt May smiled, "I'm sure everyone will be enthusiastic about seeing it."
There were a few answers of 'sure'. It made Peter laugh a little bit that his elderly aunt was able to control some of the most powerful heroes on the planet.
Under Manhattan
"Today is the day!" Tracer announced triumphantly, "Today we finally deal with Spider-Man!"
"I still don't like your idea," Kingsley commented, "Assaulting the Avenger's tower is a way to get killed."
"This from the man who sounded so confident when we met," Tracer retorted.
"I wasn't planning on 'storming the beaches at Normandy'!" Kingsley nearly yelled back, "My plan was to come back, cause a little trouble behind the scenes and make some money. I'd deal with Spider-Man or any other hero as I go. You've made things more complicated by wanting to go directly after Spider-Man."
"I would have thought you could make more profits with him out of the way?" Tracer asked, trying to manipulate the things that he had learned made Kingsley tick.
"That is the only reason I'm going along with your little scheme," Kingsley answered, "That doesn't mean however, that I like the plan. Spider-Man won't be alone at the Avenger's Tower."
Tracer then motioned to six robots that stood behind him at attention.
"Maybe," Tracer commented, "But my 'army', as you put it, will take care of the others."
Kingsley sighed, seeing that that Tracer was not going to back down on this one. He checked his bag, and made sure that it was full of pumpkin bombs and other assorted goblin weaponry. He also made sure that his glider was sufficiently armed. Once he was sure he was well enough armed, pulled on his Hobgoblin mask and hopped on his glider.
"Okay," the Hobgoblin announced, "I'm ready."
"Good," Tracer smiled, "You will lead the robots in a direct attack on the Avenger's tower…"
"Where will you be?" the Hobgoblin demanded.
"I will walk in the front door and work my way up," Tracer answered, "Spider-Man is all yours. I will insure that none of the Avengers are able to escape."
The Hobgoblin only sighed in response.
"Always the hard work," he mumbled to himself, and then turned to Ricky who was standing by the main computer terminals, "You will continue with trying 'repair' the damage done to me from yesterday?"
"Yes, sir," Ricky answered.
The Hobgoblin then returned his attention to the robots, which remained at attention.
"Okay, you," the Hobgoblin ordered, trying to impersonate a powerful general, "We're going now. Let's go!"
The Hobgoblin then fired up his glider and flew out of the underground base. The robots, in response activated their own rockets and flew after him.
"Having some Champagne ready for my victory celebration wouldn't be a bad idea," Tracer suggested to Ricky as he watched the last of the robots disappear, "I'll be seeing you later."
Avenger's Tower
Peter had just finished putting on most of his costume to begin his search for where the Hobgoblin had been hiding. The only thing he wasn't wearing was his mask. As he was walking towards one of the windows that he usually left from, a nearby phone rang. Seeing no one around, Peter decided to answer it.
"Hello," Peter said into the phone.
"Parker!" he heard Jonah's voice berate him over the phone, "How come you didn't have any pictures of the Hobgoblin's attack yesterday? I didn't have a page one!"
"I was teaching at the time, JJ," Peter answered, "Remember, you won't hire me as a full time photographer, so I need some other way of making money."
"Teaching," Jonah grumbled back, "What's that ever done to sell newspapers? I need pictures! They're more important then a bunch of snot nosed kids."
"Be careful, JJ," Peter warned, "I was one of those snot nosed kids, once."
"Don't get smart with me," Jonah growled, "I need those pictures!"
"I'll try to get something good for tomorrow," Peter sighed.
"You better!" Jonah ordered.
Peter put down the phone and sighed heavily. He had barely taken three steps when he heard the phone ring again.
"It's going to be another of those days, isn't, Parker?" Peter asked himself aloud.
Peter slowly picked up the phone once more and tentatively said hello into it.
"Hey, Parker," he heard Flash's voice come from the other side of the phone, "What's up?"
"Uh… hi, Flash. How did you get this number?" Peter asked.
"Found it in the phone book," Flash answered, "You know your number is just one number away from being the Avengers's?"
Peter sighed, knowing that Tony had a separate number installed for any emergency that required the Avengers.
"Small world isn't it?" Peter asked, "What do you want, Flash?"
"I know we agreed to meet in Central Park to catch up on old times," Flash answered, "but we never established a time. And well…"
"Oh, you want to know when to meet on Saturday," Peter sighed, "Uh, how about three in the afternoon. Will that work?"
"Yeah," Flash answered, "That'll work great. Well, I'll see you later, but my next class starts in a few minutes and I got to get to teaching it. See ya."
"See you later," Peter said into the phone and then hung up.
Peter stood there for a few minutes before turning to head for the window once again.
Outside the building, the Hobgoblin and the six robots had arrived and were preparing to make their assault on the tower.
"None of the Avengers or other dwellers are near any window," one of the robots reported to the Hobgoblin in Tracer's voice.
"Thanks," the Hobgoblin muttered and then turned to the robots and prepared to give them specific orders, "Okay, each of you is to take on and take out one Avenger."
The Hobgoblin pointed to a large and powerful looking robot, "You will take out Luke Cage."
The Hobgoblin then pointed to a robot that looked rather short and stocky, "You will deal with Wolverine."
Next, the Hobgoblin then turned to a robot that seemed to be built along the lines of an average human, "You will take out Iron Man."
The Hobgoblin then turned to a robot that was tall and athletic, "You will deal with Captain America."
The Hobgoblin then turned to a feminine looking robot, "You will take out Spider-Woman."
Then, the Hobgoblin turned to the final robot, "Since I'm sure Tracer is controlling you in some way, you will get to assist me in dealing with Spider-Man. Do you understand?"
The robots all answered as one in Tracer's voice, "Yes, sir."
"Now wait here while I attach the explosive charges on the windows that you will be entering through," the Hobgoblin ordered and produced several small cylindrical explosive charges from his sack.
Mary Jane and Aunt May sat quietly in a sort 'family' room inside the tower watching a television. It was a soap opera, but it seemed to be a relatively decent one.
"I don't really know how you can watch these programs," Jarvis commented as he poured May a cup of tea.
"I'm not really paying attention to it," Aunt May said defensively, and holding up the newspaper, "I'm mostly reading."
"It's mostly something to do till I need to go to my rehearsal," Mary Jane answered, "Besides, for me, these things are very 'normal' in comparison to some of the stuff Peter goes through."
"There are other things you could do," Jarvis pointed out, hoping that he wouldn't have to hear the show's overly dramatic plot go on any further.
"Not all of us wear spandex tights," Mary Jane said with a smile, "Come on. Watch with us. It'll make May happy and who knows… you might like it."
"I'd rather not," Jarvis said firmly, "May is good company, and she is very sweet, but I'm not fond of soap operas."
Jarvis then retreated back to the kitchen.
"I tried," Mary Jane chuckled.
"He'll come around," Aunt May commented, "So much like Ben… but maybe your choice in programming was not the best."
Mary Jane only shrugged and went to relax on the couch she was sitting on, when suddenly, several explosions racked the tower and wailing alarm rang through the building.
"What the…?" Mary Jane asked.
"Oh dear," Aunt May commented.
Jarvis came running back into the room a few seconds later.
"We're under attack!" the Avengers's butler screamed.
"You gotta go easier on her," Luke commented, "She juggles more stuff around then we do."
"If she wants to be so concerned about her husband's villains, she ought to get some superpowers and fight them herself," Jessica answered, "Instead of getting insisting that we get involved because Peter's teaching or somewhere else and she doesn't want to disturb him."
"She just wants a shot at living as 'normal' a life as possible," Luke shrugged, "Besides, if you were married, and your husband knew who you were, you wouldn't expect him to not worry about you, would you?"
"Since when did you get so smart?" Jessica demanded, "You're supposed to be on my side."
"I'm on your side when you say, 'we can't be everywhere' and that 'no one can do the impossible'," Luke answered, "but I'm not going to be critical of someone who is simply concerned about a loved one."
"I'm saying she worries too much," Jessica retorted, "She's not simply concerned, she's overly concerned."
"Well, it is none of our business, and I thought you liked her?" Luke questioned.
"I like her, yes," Jessica answered, "But not enough to say I'm her best friend and…"
Jessica's comment was cut short by a massive explosion and the sound of alarms wailing.
"Time to go to work," Luke commented.
Wolverine was busy in the gym when the attack came. The room wasn't too far away from the area where one of the Hobgoblin's charges had been placed, and the vibration caused by the explosion knocked over every piece of exercise equipment in the room.
"Great," Wolverine grumbled as he got up from the floor, and extended his claws, "some bub is a LOT of trouble."
Tony Stark was busy in a discussion with Steve Rogers when the attack began. They were a few floors down from where the attack was occurring, but they could feel the vibrations caused by the explosion.
"What was that?" Tony demanded.
"I don't know," Steve answered, "But we'd better find out."
Peter was walking toward the window that he normally left from when he went out on his patrols as Spider-Man when the window suddenly exploded, knocking him backward and to the ground. As the smoke cleared he heard the sound of two powerful engines running nearby.
"Well, Spider-Man, you sure have picked yourself some nice digs," a voice taunted out of the smoke, "too bad I'm going to have to kill you or at least destroy your house."
The smoke cleared to reveal to Spider-Man that it was the Hobgoblin, as he had suspected by the sound of his voice. He also found out that the Hobgoblin wasn't alone. Standing next to him was a robot that was built to resemble Spider-Man in many ways. While Spider-Man saw that the robot looked very much like a robot, he did notice that the way it stood and the dimensions of its arms, legs, body, and head were very similar to his own. The only thing about the robot that made it outwardly similar to Spider-Man was its optics, which resembled the eye pieces that Peter looked out through.
"What? You couldn't stand losing to me so you went and built a dummy to lose to?" Spider-Man taunted back.
Tracer's face then appeared inside the robot's optics.
"Hardly, Spider-Man," the robot said in Tracer's voice, "The Hobgoblin is not responsible for my construction. He is merely a tool in the master plan."
"Tool!" the Hobgoblin roared before Spider-Man could say anything, "I'll discuss this with him later, right now destroy Spider-Man!"
The Hobgoblin then threw a pumpkin bomb, that Spider-Man easily avoided, but ended up dodging into a powerful punch that sent Spider-Man flying down the hall.
"Another super day," Peter commented as he began to pull himself up to deal with his foes.
Meanwhile at ground level, Tracer looked up to witness the Hobgoblin's initial attack. The self proclaimed 'god of robots' smiled cruelly as he watched the various windows of the tower explode, sending showers of broken glass down toward the people below. Tracer had to fight to keep himself from laughing as he heard people scream as the glass landed around them.
"What fools these mortals are," Tracer chuckled to himself, "And now to take care of some business."
Tracer then calmly walked into the building. Once inside the lobby, he headed for a central elevator that would lead up to the Avenger's living quarters. He found to large security guards standing in front of the elevator doors.
"I.D.," the first security guard said as he stepped in front of Tracer.
"Ah, security has been improved since I was hear last," Tracer commented with a laugh.
Before either security guard could ask what the strange 'man' had meant by that comment, Tracer punched the first security guard in the chest. A loud 'crack' was heard as the man's rib cage collapsed. The man fell to the floor clinging to life. The other security guard quickly drew a gun and fired at Tracer at point blank range. Tracer barely felt the bullets go through his shoulder and stomach.
"A valiant attempt," Tracer commented before grabbing the man's gun and crushing it in his hand.
Tracer then punched the last remaining guard in the face, breaking the man's nose and making him fall over backwards, unconscious. Tracer then calmly pressed the 'up' button as though nothing was wrong. Tracer could only laugh as the doors closed in front of him.
"OUCH!" Spider-Man yelped as he punched the robotic mimic in its head.
"I'm made of hardened titanium and steal," the robot commented, "Did you honestly think such stupid attempts at physical violence would harm me?"
The robot then back handed Spider-Man, knocking him out of another window. Spider-Man only shot out a strand of webbing and used it to begin swinging back up to the window that he had been knocked out of. A flying saw blade-like device came out of nowhere and cut his webbing strand.
"You think you're going to get away that easy?" the Hobgoblin taunted as he came down from above on his glider, "You got another thing coming!"
"Well, if you weren't so ugly, I wouldn't be trying to get away," Spider-Man joked, and used his web-slinging abilities to get onto the rooftop of another building nearby.
"Ugly?" the Hobgoblin gasped, "I had no idea you were that way!"
The Hobgoblin then activated the rocket launchers on his glider and fired two rockets at Spider-Man. Spider-Man managed to avoid being hit directly by the blast, but the explosion did throw him against a water tank that was on the building.
"I believe he was only using humor to imply that your physical looks are frightening," the robot commented as it flew down.
The Hobgoblin only growled back, "I know that you robotic moron!"
Spider-Man meanwhile leaped from his position near the water tank and kicked the Hobgoblin in the chest, knocking him off his glider. Both landed hard on the roof below them while the glider remained hovering where it was.
"Always got to pay attention, Gobie, or else look what happens," Spider-Man commented shaking a finger in his face.
Spider-Man then felt his spider-sense go off, and he leaped backward, just avoiding the charging robot, which ended up punching the Hobgoblin in the stomach.
"That's got to hurt," Spider-Man chuckled as he watched the robot prepare to attack again.
Inside the Avengers Tower
"Are you sure we'll be safe?" Mary Jane asked as she followed Jarvis through the hallways with Aunt May following close behind them.
"It should be safe," Jarvis answered, "Mr. Stark had it made so that family and friends of the Avengers would have a safe place to go, should the tower ever be attacked."
"And you're sure it's safe?" Aunt May asked nervously.
"I'm not certain," Jarvis sighed, "This is the first time that the tower has ever been attacked."
The three people were then startled when a fist appeared out of a side hallway, knocking Jarvis to the ground and forcing Mary Jane and Aunt May to come to a quick halt. The being that owned the arm then stepped into view.
"I find it hard to believe that this is the first time that this structure has been attacked," Tracer commented as he stepped into view, "It's just begging some villain to attack it!"
"Tracer!" Mary Jane and Aunt May gasped in shock.
"The one and only," Tracer smiled as he began to advance on the two women, "I have need of you two."
"But, Peter… he killed you," Aunt May stuttered.
"I'm a God, Ms. Parker," Tracer answered, "We tend to be immortal. Now we can do this two ways. One, you can surrender to me peacefully and a I promise you won't die until I've dealt with Spider-Man, and that your deaths will be swift and painless. No one needs to pointlessly suffer, especially since suffering won't accomplish my goals."
Mary Jane gripped Aunt May's shoulders as the two of them backed away from Tracer as the robot continued to advance on them.
"Or," Tracer continued, "You can attempt to fight or flee, in which I will make you suffer for defying my Godliness."
Mary Jane responded by kicking Tracer between the legs with all her might, hoping that the robot would respond to the attack the same way a man would. The attack didn't have the desired effect, but it did cause Tracer to take a step or two back, while Mary Jane hustled Aunt May down a hallway toward sections of the tower that were predominantly used by the Avengers only and away from the apartment section of the tower.
"Come on, Aunt May!" Mary Jane cried out as they ran.
"So it will be option two, then," Tracer commented as they disappeared down a different hallway.
Tracer slowly followed, using his powers to see what the tower's own security cameras saw to follow the flight of the two women. He came to a large metallic door that had slammed shut just as he arrived at it.
"That should hold him back for a while," Mary Jane commented as she finished setting the code to lock the door, thankful that Peter had let her in on some of these things.
She gasped in shock again as the code went through again to unlock the door and it opened with ease allowing Tracer to continue to follow them.
"Do you honestly think that you can use mechanical devices against their God?" Tracer demanded, "They worship me. They will do anything for me. They're not going to help you!"
"Run, Aunt May!" Mary Jane screamed as she herded Aunt May through another series of mechanical doors and quickly tried to lock it behind them.
They found themselves inside what looked like a minor warehouse. There were bits and pieces of various devices stacked in various neat piles.
"It's like the end of the Indiana Jones movies," Mary Jane commented as they made their way toward the back of the room, hoping there was another exit.
"Yes," Tracer commented from behind them, the door giving him no trouble, "Mister Stark has put together quite a collection of his previous inventions for the Avengers or for Iron Man alone. Of course, none of it will help you against me."
Both turned and began to back away. In their fear, both began to take slightly different paths. Aunt May backed toward the back wall, while Mary Jane backed more toward a side wall.
"I don't think there's another exit," Aunt May commented, "I think he's got us."
"I know I do," Tracer smiled, "Stark, like any good businessman has his basic blueprints online. Now he doesn't say what these rooms are for, but the layout is still there. The computers gave me the information as a show of their faith in my power."
"You're a sick man," Aunt May said firmly.
"I'm a GOD!" Tracer yelled at the elderly woman and began to advance on her, "And I think I'll deal with you first. The last of weak bags of flesh that tried to raise the idiotic Spider-Man. He'll be ripe for the picking once you're out of the way."
"Why are you doing this?" Aunt May questioned.
"Why?" Tracer shrugged, "Why not? I'm a God, and it is time to claim my kingdom."
Tracer raised a hand to strike Aunt May, when he suddenly felt a weight on that arm. He turned his head to see that Mary Jane had leaped onto the arm to hold him back.
"Leave her alone!" Mary Jane screamed.
"I'm dealing with you later!" Tracer sighed, throwing Mary Jane off of him.
Mary Jane landed hard inside a large cylindrical tube that stood near the far wall. The impact of her body inside the tube forced the tube's door to suddenly shut, which activated the device.
"Let me out!" Mary Jane screamed as she began pounding on the door, not noticing that several lights were beginning to glow inside the tube.
She didn't even notice anything wrong until something grabbed her arm. She looked down see some sort of mechanical arm had grabbed her arm near her elbow quite tightly and would not let go. She began screaming in surprise and tried to get the mechanical arm to release her. She failed and then blacked out shortly after she felt something like a hypodermic needle pierce her skin.
Rooftop
Spider-Man dodged under another punch that the robot threw at him in an attempt to bash his brains out. It ended up getting its fist stuck inside the side of the water tank that was on top of the roof.
"That's using your head!" Spider-Man laughed as he watched the robot wrestle with the water tank, trying to free his hand.
Spider-Man was then hit the back by an electric blast and nearly knocked off the roof. He turned to see that the Hobgoblin had recovered from being knocked off his glider and from taking a punch in the gut from the robot.
"You're not the only one on this roof, remember that Spider-Man," the Hobgoblin threatened as he produced the remote control for his glider, "Although you will soon be the only one that is killed."
The Hobgoblin pressed a button on the glider, and the Hobgoblin's primary means of transportation fired two rockets at Spider-Man.
"Oh-boy," Spider-Man mumbled as he saw the rockets coming.
Spider-Man quickly launched out webbing and pulled the robot out from its position in front of the water tank. In pulling the robot free, a stream of water under intense pressure shot out and knocked the Hobgoblin off the roof.
"Unhand me!" the robot demanded.
"But of course!" Spider-Man smirked under his mask and threw the robot at the incoming rockets.
Spider-Man then leaped from the roof to avoid being hit by any flying shrapnel as the robot was destroyed by the Hobgoblin's rockets. He quickly webbed his way back up to the rooftop and landed on top of the water tank. Spider-Man quickly saw that there were several pieces of the robot laying all over the rooftop.
"Wahoo!" Spider-Man exclaimed triumphantly, "Score one for the good guys!"
Spider-Man's danger sense then went off and he leaped from the water tower to avoid being hit by three pumpkin bombs. The bombs destroyed what remained of the water tower, and soaked Spider-Man as he landed on the ground amidst the robotic remains of the robot that was helping the Hobgoblin.
"Too bad you need to score two in order to win," the Hobgoblin laughed as he flew overhead on his glider, "While I, only need to score one!"
The Hobgoblin then built up an electric charge in his gloves, and fired it at the water filled rooftop. The rooftop practically exploded under the impact of electricity and water, but Spider-Man had leaped away and landed under the Hobgoblin's glider.
"I'm tired of you buzzing around on this stupid thing," Spider-Man commented and used all his might to punch through the outer hull of the glider, "It's time that you were grounded."
Spider-Man then pulled something out of the glider and leaped onto the side of the Avenger's Tower. He quickly saw that his actions were helpful, but did not produce the desired affect he wanted. Instead of crashing, the Hobgoblin's glider had accelerated and was now flying off faster the Hobgoblin had intended, and was practically beyond the villain's control.
"Curse you, Spider-Man!" the Hobgoblin raged, "I'll get you for this!"
Spider-Man watched his opponent fly off over the New York skyline knowing that it would be awhile before the Hobgoblin was ready to trouble anyone for awhile.
"Better find out what else is going on," Spider-Man commented and began to scale the wall back up to the damaged windows.
Inside the Tower
"Leave me alone!" Aunt May pleaded as she swung a pipe that she had found at Tracer.
Tracer raised an arm and knocked the pipe from her grasp.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Tracer commented with a smile, "You see, I let your nephew 'kill' me in our last encounter because I thought he was already dying, and I couldn't just pummel him to a pulp when he was already on the journey to see his maker. Then upon my return, I find out that Spider-Man has survived. This aggravates me. I figured I would return and have little to fear because a temperamental fool of a hero was already dead. I would be free to establish my own world without ever bringing blame to your nephew's name or legacy, since he was dead. But he has not only survived, but has opposed me in my latest endeavors."
"We had no idea you were even alive," Aunt May said defensively, "And Peter's been busy with the Hobgoblin as of late, not with anything you've done."
Tracer then violently knocked her to the ground.
"And just who do you think was commanding the Hobgoblin?" Tracer demanded.
"What?" Aunt May gasped.
Tracer laughed, "The Hobgoblin is a bigger fool then your nephew is. He came wandering into my base and after I bested the fool in combat, he begged me to let him serve me. I accepted. The Hobgoblin is to distract Spider-Man long enough so that I may deal with you and his lovely wife, thus destroying his life."
Aunt May was about to answer with some sort of comment when a loud gunshot rang out, and Tracer found himself forced to take a step forward. His internal systems indicated that there was a bullet lodged in the back of his left shoulder. Tracer turned around to be hit by another bullet in the chest near where a human's collar bone was. He saw that Jarvis had recovered from his earlier attack on him and had grabbed a powerful bolt-action rifle.
"Leave her alone," Jarvis said firmly.
"Please," Tracer commented and pulled out his own gun and shot Jarvis in the shoulder, knocking the Avenger's butler down.
"Jarvis!" May screamed, and fainted with memories of Ben being shot flying through her mind.
Tracer smiled as he watched the Avenger's butler fall to the ground. He then turned and prepared to shoot Aunt May when he noticed she wasn't standing before him anymore. Once he noticed that she was lying on the ground, he corrected his aim to shoot the elderly woman.
He never got the chance as a blast of energy soon knocked his gun from his hand.
"What now?" Tracer demanded, as he turned around only to be hit by another blast of energy as Spider-Woman leaped into the room.
"I don't know how you came back," Spider-Woman said firmly, "And quite frankly, I don't care. These people live here and are under the Avengers's protection."
"Some protection," Tracer grumbled as he pulled himself up to his feet, "You couldn't even attempt to stop me until I got this far."
Tracer then eyed the woman in red and yellow spandex. Information flashed across his optics that read…
'Spider-Woman… AKA Jessica Drew… Known powers: Superhuman strength, enhanced speed and reflexes, can cling to walls, possesses powerful attracting and repulsing pheromones, and powerful venom blast, which weakens after each blast and requires one hour to fully recharge… battle started… chances of victory… 75."
"You can not win," Tracer commented as he carefully shifted Aunt May's body away from where the upcoming battle was to take place.
"I'll take my chances," Spider-Woman said back, "You've wounded one man who lives here and were threatening to kill another. I've already taken care of your little robot and now I'm going to stop you. And by the way, masculine voice on a robot built to feminine physical specifications, not a good thing."
Tracer lunged forward to grab Spider-Woman, but the heroine leaped over his back and fired a venom blast at the robot god's back. The blast sent Tracer to the floor. The blast did little damage and he was quick to his feet. He turned to face Spider-Woman when he suddenly heard an enraged scream come from behind him.
"YOU!" Spider-Man screamed, "You're dead! How dare you come back and attack my Aunt again!"
Tracer turned to see Spider-Man shoot out two strands of webbing that wrapped around his neck. Tracer was about to grab the strands and pull Spider-Man toward him when he was hit in the back by another venom blast thrown at him by Spider-Woman which brought him to his knees. Spider-Man leaped over Tracer and tightened his grasp on this strands of webbing, which began to seemingly choke the robot god.
"This time you're going to stay dead!" Spider-Man yelled as he planted his foot in Tracer's back and pushed Tracer's torso to the ground, while pulling up with his strands of webbing.
"Noooooooooo!" Tracer moaned, his voice growing steadily weaker as his moan went on.
With that Tracer seemingly died once more, the parts that looked organic melting off of his metallic body. Once he was sure the villain was dead, Spider-Man let go of his webs. He then moved over to Spider-Woman who was checking on his Aunt.
"Is she okay?" Peter asked as he removed his mask.
"She's just fainted," Spider-Woman answered, "Probably from seeing Jarvis get shot."
"I'm fine, honestly," Jarvis said weakly as he tried to pull himself up.
Peter quickly rushed over to the butler's side, and checked Jarvis out. He was wounded in the shoulder.
"We need to get you to the medical wing," Peter said to him, "The sooner we get that bullet out, the better."
"After the mess he made?" Jarvis asked, "I have work to do."
"Not until after you're healed," Tony said as he came up the hallway in his armor, helmet removed.
"But, sir…" Jarvis began to protest.
"That's an order," Tony said firmly, "You don't work until you're healed, or I'll let Peter sic May on you."
Jarvis gulped, "Yes, sir."
"Anyone care to explain what's going on?" Captain America asked as he came up from a different hallway nearby, "Why were we suddenly attacked by robots?"
"Robots?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, robots," Captain America nodded, "The strange thing is that the one I fought resembled me in a lot of ways. I could only defeat the thing by beheading it with my shield. Thank goodness Vibrenium is almost as strong as Adamentium."
"Oh man," Peter grumbled, "I thought it was only the Hobgoblin that was causing all this."
"He must have attacked with all the robots that he stole from that company," Tony commented, "I had to deal with a similar robot to my armor."
"The six robots weren't the only problems," Peter sighed, "Tracer decided to show up again as well."
"You don't suppose the two were working together?" Captain America asked, "Tracer and the Hobgoblin?"
"After what just went on today, I wouldn't doubt it," Peter sighed, "At least we've dealt with Tracer. The Hobgoblin will be back another day."
"If I see another robot again it will be too soon!" came Wolverine's growling voice.
Everyone turned to see the Canadian member of the X-men walking from the opposite hallway.
"You two?" Captain America asked.
Wolverine nodded.
"I think the Hobgoblin and Tracer had a robot built for each of us," Peter commented, "The Hobgoblin had a robot with him as well."
"Let's get May and Jarvis to the medical wing before we go any deeper into this," Spider-Woman said from the background, "It'd be better to get things in order before we go around theorizing."
Aunt May at that time began to wake up.
"Where am I?" Aunt May asked.
"You're still at the Avenger's Tower," Tony answered, "We were just going to take you and Jarvis down to the medical wing to make sure you weren't harmed. Tracer and the Hobgoblin launched a pretty powerful attack against us."
"Is Jarvis okay?" Aunt May asked.
"I'm as fine as can be expected, Ms. Parker," Jarvis answered, "I don't need help to get down to the medical wing."
"Would you escort me then?" Aunt May asked, sensing that Jarvis was trying to find some way to go back to his work.
"Of course, madam," Jarvis nodded.
"Wolverine, could you escort the both of them down there?" Captain America asked.
"Sure, bub," Wolverine answered, "And no harm will come to them."
Aunt May managed a few steps before she suddenly turned and looked back at Peter and the others.
"Did you get Mary Jane out of that tube yet?" Aunt May asked.
"MJ?" Peter gasped, shocked to think something had happened to his wife.
"Tube?" Spider-Woman gave a similar gasp.
"Tracer knocked her into a tube in that room that we were in," Aunt May explained, "He tried to hit me, and Mary Jane held him back. He then threw her into this big tube thing."
"Take them down to the medical wing," Tony ordered as he and the others ran back into the room, ignoring Tracer's dead frame.
They quickly found the tube that Aunt May had referred to. Carefully Peter opened the door to find Mary Jane held against the back of the tube by restraints and out cold. He quickly checked her pulse, fearing the worst. He breathed a sigh of relief to see that she was breathing and that her pulse was strong.
"I think she's just sleeping," Peter commented as he began undoing the restraints.
It was Spider-Woman who noticed the mechanical arm that had wrapped around Mary Jane's arm.
"She's not just asleep," Spider-Woman said weakly.
"What?" Tony asked as he helped Peter get Mary Jane out of the tube, "It looks like she's sleeping to me."
"Need I remind you that when I first got my powers, I was put into a coma for a few years?" Spider-Woman questioned.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Captain America asked.
"This is a copy of the device my father invented that first gave me my powers," Spider-Woman explained, "And it's still active."
Everyone gasped back at Spider-Woman in shock.
"What!" Peter gasped.
To be Continued…