Spider-Man

When Worlds Collide

Chapter 7

The Stark building was dead ahead and it stood out distinctively amongst the other skyscrapers that were surrounding it. The huge Stark logo shone brightly into the night sky, hiding the natural moon light.

Spider-Man and Miguel swung their way towards the building as fast as they're agility would let them. They had trouble gaining height as the high winds picked up and were forcing them to lose grip of their weblines. Miguel leaped onto the wall of the Stark building and crawled up to the ledge just above him. As he perched himself onto the ledge securely he waited for Spider-Man to catch up with him.

"Well this is typical?" Spider-Man said as he grabbed onto the wall above Miguel. "The wind is against us. Is there another way to the waste disposal area?"

"What did I just tell you?" Miguel asked.

"You said no but I don't care." Spider-Man replied. "I always believe in a second option."

"Do you?"

"Sure I do. Usually it involves an air vent, a security switch and a fat guy called the Kingpin, but that should happen over here."

"Well there is an air vent near by here. We are at the 31st floor and we need to crawl up to the 40th."

"Well lead the way then?"

Miguel led Spider-Man up towards the 40th floor. The wind battered against them, causing their limbs to ache with every move. The air vent was up ahead as the two wall crawlers could here it's loose metal grate rattle around in the wind. Miguel approached the vent and ripped off the grate. Spider-Man crawled inside before Miguel could move. The shaft was small and compact. The end of the shaft had split up into a network of corridors that split off in all directions.

"Ok then? which way?" Spider-Man asked confused.

"This way I think?" Miguel replied, rubbing the back of his head.

"You think?" Spider-Man asked. "You think! You're meant to know!"

Miguel tried to get his bearings straight, but he trouble focusing due to the amount of electronic distortion that was messing up his suit readings. After a few long minuets, he was able to locate the direction.

"There." He said, dumbly as he pointed to the shaft which to the left of them.

"Oh bravo." Spider-Man mocked. "We finally got there in the end."

After a long, 15 minute crawl upwards, using their super speeds, the two Spider-Men made it to the waste dumps. The place was eerie as the green glow of nuclear waste, pulsated throughout the complex. Spider-Man didn't know where to start as the two of them had emerged within a maze of gigantic, metal cylinders that made their own corridors. Miguel tried to tune in to his spider-sense but couldn't due to the nuclear distortion. His spider- sense was highly advanced compared to Spider-Man's. he was able to tune into it anytime, whether if there was a danger or not. Spider-Man watched as Miguel pressed his fingers on his temples and walked around their part of the room.

"I can't locate the tablet anywhere." Miguel moaned. "My spider-sense is too distorted by the nuclear waves in this room."

"Have you heard yourself lately?" Spider-Man quipped, as his Spider-Sense began to ring inside his head. "It's over there."

Spider-Man darted towards the danger area, in hopes that he would find the tablet. Miguel looked at him as the other Spider-Man sprinted towards another eerie glow. Miguel wanted to follow, but he was quickly distracted by a loud sound that came from behind the main door.

"Guards!" he shouted. "Parker! We've got company!"

"Hold them off!" Spider-Man replied. "I've think I've found the tablet!"

His search paid off as he approached a mountain pile of glowing, metal cylinders. Buried under the cylinder's was the tablet, only it had changed colour and shape. With no time to spare, Spider-Man ploughed through the metal heap and grabbed the tablet. Somehow he was disturbed by its new look and knew that the nuclear energy must've somehow effected it.

The Guards had now made their way into the room, and Miguel leaped at them with full force throwing punches and kicks with all his might and speed.

Spider-Man appeared with the tablet (which he had wrapped in webbing to absorb the nuclear energy) and searched for a way out. By now, the security alarms were ringing throughout the building and all the main exits were locked down.

The guards didn't dare shoot laser within the dumps as they could cause chemical reactions which could blow up half the city. This gave Miguel the advantage to knock them all down. He had downed 5 men and he had 3 to go before they were in the clear.

Miguel elbowed one guard before kicking another in the jaw and upper cutting the third one to unconsciousness. Spider-Man found the only way out. They had to jump from the window.

"Come on!" Spider-Man yelled, ripping off the security shutter and smashing the window. "This is the only way out!"

Miguel agreed as he dived towards the window and leaped out into the sky. Spider-Man jumped through the window and instantly fell into a dive. Miguel used his diving skills and headed towards the botanic gardens below. he hurtled towards the ground like a bomb and stayed in a dead pattern.

Spider-Man pulled out of his dive and used his webbing to create a parachute which instantly slowed down his rate of decent. He was heading safely for the street with no possible chance of injury. As he approached street level, he disposed of his parachute just in time to see Miguel smash himself into the roof of the building next to him. To him, Miguel was nothing but a blue streak which caused a huge crash and a plume of smoke. As he ran towards the building, he saw Miguel walk out of the building, brushing the dust off his suit as he went.

"Why didn't you web yourself a little parachute?" Spider-Man asked as he patted his comrade on the back.

"What and look like a dick?" Miguel replied. "No thanks. I see that you've got the tablet nestled in that little cocoon of yours?"

"Yep." Spider-man replied. "But we need to hurry this back to Madame Webb so she can send me back."

Miguel nodded and began to swing back to the rendezvous point with Spider-Man following him close behind.