Peter stared around the flaming room with wide eyes, his face pale as he stared at the weird, goblin-like creature in shock. He levitating on some glider and was slowly stalking towards Tony Stark. Guests of the party weaved through a large crowd that was swarmed with screaming and shrieking. The flames crackled as if twigs were snapping in half. His heart pounded in his ears, a thunder compared to the noise that sounded as if it came from a horror movie. His wide eyes stung and his gaze was locked onto the goblin-like villain in the room. Behind him, where he had shattered the clear windows sporting as walls, he saw the heavy rain of the city, lights behind the water, which was pouring harder and faster.
Someone grabbed his hand and he found himself being shoved underneath a table. He flinched as his shoulder roughly nudged with Trey's, and the two friends shared a petrified look before whirling their heads to the person who had forced them underneath the coffee table. Sam Wilson panted as his dark eyes looked at the boys, "Stay here. We'll handle this." he assured before sweeping himself off from the floor, rushing into the action. Peter could hear Captain America barking orders as the goblin guy levitated in the air, flying off in different directions, all of which where Tony Stark was heading.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Trey breathed and Peter shook his head, trying to keep his breathing under control. Everything was still too loud for his senses. Too many people were screaming and yelling at each other for the teen to understand his surroundings. "I-I don't know." he stammered, "Do you think it could be one of those HYDRA terrorists?" he asked.
"I don't know..." Trey trailed off. "Have you made any new enemies as Spidey?"
Peter shook his head, thoughts rushing through his brain like a speeding car. "I've only been stopping cheap muggers and some robbers." his brown eyes managed to have a glance at the goblin guy, "This seems like one of the higher ups." he looked up to find the familiar glow of the Iron Man repulsors and a whitish blue beam shot at the goblin guy. The goblin flew back and deflected the blow, growling as if he were a wild animal.
"Uh, not that I don't love dramatic entrances—which we all know I'm great at—but mind telling me who you are and why you decided to crash into my tower?" the metallic voice of Iron Man came, light and casual as he lifted the tense and terrifying mood. Steve, decked out in his Captain America gear, rolling his oceanic eyes skyward. He held on tightly to his shield as the rest of the Avengers stood around the goblin man, surrounding him.
The goblin growled again, arms stretched out in a threatening manner, "Typical Stark," he snarled, "A pretty boy who thinks he knows more than everybody else. Bragging about how much money he has and how great he thinks he is."
Iron Man tilted his eyes, levitating in the air as Black Widow discreetly unsheathed one of her hidden blades. "Thinks?" he asked, voice coated with incredulously. "Uh, I know we're not all supposed to be perfect, but I like to think of myself as America's Little 'Ol Sweetheart."
Trey watched from under the table and frowned, "I wonder if he always like this in battle," he murmured, but it came to deaf to Peter's ears. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spot his friend making a move to crawl out from the table. Immediately, his hand latched onto the back of his suit, and Peter wheeled his head around to find Trey's glare. "Dude, what the hell are you doing?!" he hissed, "Do you not see that all the Avengers are out there? I'm sure they can handle it."
Peter simply shook his head, "That doesn't mean I should sit by while they take care of this," he argued, "They need all the help they can get."
"And what happens when a certain someone—" his eyes jerked up the ceiling, gesturing to the A.I. "—catches you in the act of undressing as a certain you-know-who?" Peter paused at his friends' words; he was right. How on earth would Peter be able to undress out here and help the fellow heroes without them or anyone else finding his other identity. Would JARVIS tell Mr. Stark? He wouldn't, would he? The A.I. may not be a human but he definitely wasn't stupid. He respected people's privacy, right? Right?
Dammit, he thought as he scooted back under the cramped table. He swallowed thickly and licked at his dried lips. His brain worked overdrive as he tried to formulate a plan as to how he would be able to undress as Spider-Man without the Avengers, guests, and especially that goblin dude catching him in the act. Where could he even go?
A bluish white glow poured into the reddish orange hell that flickered with a blaze stronger than the Human Torch's. Beams emitting from thrusters were fired at the goblin guy and he deftly dodged them with a twist. A crackle of ear-piercing thunder rolled and rippled across the stormy grey skies.
"I gotta find some way to get out of here without being spotted." Peter said as his eyes looked around wildly for an exit to change into his suit. Trey gnawed on his bottom lip as he started to looking for a way out for his friend. "Well, can't JARVIS just see you anyways?" he said and Peter snapped his gaze to his. "He's, like, everywhere, dude."
Peter's eyes widened at the realization; he almost forgot about the artificial intelligence. How the hell was he supposed to keep his identity a secret when the world's most intelligent computer program can just unveil the truth at any time he pleases? His head whipped around and he shrank back as it collided against the top surface of the table. He cried out and his hand flew to his scalp, rubbing it gingerly. Trey laughed for a brief moment, and Peter turned his eyes into slits as he gave his friend the stink eye.
He heard the shatter of glass and he craned his neck for a better look. But all he could see was a glider hovering in the air and the Avengers were all charging and shooting at him. Screams pierced into his ears and he tried to keep his heart rate at a steadier pace, but it was no use. And he berated himself. He was Spider-Man, goddammit, and he promised to himself he wouldn't let anyone get hurt because he was too selfish and careless. He wasn't going to let someone else suffer the same fate Uncle Ben did that night. Not again, and not on his watch. There just had to be something he could do.
And there was only one.
"I'm gonna make a run for it." he said with conviction, his voice coming out strong but shaky as he readied himself mentally. His eyes were tentative but steely with resolve. Trey's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he snapped his head to Peter so fast he was surprised he didn't suffer from a severe case of whiplash.
"What?!" he shrieked. "Make a run for it? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!"
"It means this." and Peter swiftly crawled from under the table and rolled onto his knees. The movement came so fast and fluid that Trey barely even saw it before his friend straightened up and ran off into the halls, almost slipping and stepping onto broken glass of spilled wine.
"Peter!" Trey called out, hand reaching out for his friend but he knew it was no use either way. His eyes jumped back to the fight between goblin and the Avengers. He crept further until just his his head poked out and his heart skipped a beat. And not in the romantic way.
Captain America swung his iconic shield right into the goblin's face. The impact made him stumble but he was remained in a strong hold on his glider. He almost crashed into the wall as he avoided a would've been devastating shock from one of Black Widow's widow bites. Or whatever they're called. Falcon flew in the air and his wings were spread wide as he tried to shoot at the villainous goblin. Pale blue illuminated the entire room, rivaling the hellish glare of the flames flickering nearby as Scarlet Witch aided several of the guests safely away from the horrific brawl.
"Stark, mind telling us who the hell this guy is?" barked Sam as he avoided a silvery object that reminded him of a pumpkin. Ant-Man managed to roll to his knees as he swiped at the weapon and chucked it out the window. A sharp and deafening BOOM was heard next and Scott winced as he saw the orange flames die out in the rain of air.
A high-pitched whine came next as Tony raised his repulsors directly at the emerald villain. "No idea," he answered honestly, "I don't recall pissing off anyone else this week."
"That's debatable," Natasha Romanoff commented as she used the kitchen countertop as a springboard. Her boot swung at the mask and quick as a snake, goblin's hand snatched her foot and twisted her off of him. Natasha maneuvered herself and planted the flat of her fingers against the marble floor and kicked her legs up and sprung back upright. Hawkeye was perched between the living area and the kitchen and his arrows whizzed by and the goblin barely had time to react.
"Yeah," he agreed with Natasha, shooting another arrow and making a move to shoot another. "Don't you remember just yesterday that you used super-glue and it took me six hours to get my hands unstuck to my bows?" he groused.
Behind the bright and intense slits of his helmet, Tony smirked and scoffed, "Oh, don't pretend you didn't find it funny." he waved off, using both his arms to fire beams at the villain that was currently holding Sam in a chokehold. Steve was basically a shadow as he loomed behind the new villain of the month and jumped up to the glider. Captain America used his powerful arms to wrap around the villain's back as he and goblin wrestled in the air. Steve's head whipped head to Tony as he managed to keep the goblin subdued. "Focus on the plan, Stark." he ordered, grunting as the goblin snarled and growled grittedly, "Hands off, Blondie."
"Hey!" a new voice suddenly called, taking every one of the heroes by surprise. The brutal brawl between the multiple heroes and the one villain halted for the briefest of seconds as every head whipped to the direction of the voice. Eyes widened at the sight of the familiar flare of red and darkest of blue as a skinny figure was glued to the wall, an arm sticking out. It was pointed to the goblin-like villain, two fingers firmly planted against his palm as the wide, bug-like eyes stared right at the bristling golden yellows of the goblin's.
Everyone simply stared at the new Spider-Man hero as he jeered comically at the villain. "If you're gonna insult the living legend, you might as well use something that isn't as obvious and a little more clever."
Okay, I'm very very very sorry for the ridiculously long wait. I swear it was not my fault. Life caught up with me and it was biting me in the ass. Plus I've been caught up with other stories so I am so so sorry. I can't say this won't happen again. Because this will take a while, so...yeah. Hopefully I'll see you guys on the next update and I promise this will be good and maybe a little longer.