"A-Ava?"
Iron Fist's voice was full of disbelief as Power Man tensed up, asking, "How did you get that suit?"
"Peter," She stated, holding Sam a bit closer as he let out a pained groan. "Listen, you two need to go help him. He has his suit on, but he's still hurt, I can tell." Looking around at the gathering crowd, she flicked her left wrist, pulling the metal mask back over her features. "Straight down, a left, two rights," Ava ordered, starting up the rockets in her boots. "Hurry!" She exclaimed once more before shooting off, holding the injured boy in a death grip.
Watching as the two flew away, Iron Fist let out an almost distressed noise, covering his face with one hand. "'The one who wishes to protect is the one who is injured the most," He quoted, hoping off the bike. "We must hurry, who knows what situation Spiderman's gotten himself into by now."
Power Man only nodded, pushing up the kickstand on the bike. "Let's just hope no one will steal this," He muttered, walking over to the sewer drain with his masked friend in tow.
-0—0—
"It seems that Nick Fury is unwilling to co-operate," The voice hissed, the sound reverberating off of the walls as it entered Sam and Ava's abandon cells. "so it looks like we'll have to have our own f-"
It was then that silence engulfed the area, the glass covered eyes flicking around cautiously. One of the four metal arms protruding from his back twitched slightly before shooting out, nearly colliding with where Peter was crouched in a shadow covered corner.
"Hey!" The boy exclaimed, falling to the floor. Catching himself on the balls of his feet and the splayed fingertips of one hand, he stood prudently, watching as Doc Ock turned to look at him with an odd sort of Cheshire grin.
"Our beloved Spiderman, how wonderful of you to join me. Thankfully you've already taken care of your friends, seeing as they were mere distractions. Luckily for you, I don't have to kill them now to dispose of them." One of the claws clicked slightly as it moved, now aiming directly for the red clad teen as the other three formed almost a tripod, holding the doctor far above Spiderman's head.
"Ah, Doc Ock, you look like you haven't showered since I last saw you," The teen smiled smugly behind his mask, putting his hands on his hips. "And still as utterly creepy as usual. You have a gift, usually people manage to correct that whole 'everyone finds you terrifying' factor, but you, well. . . Let's just say that if you look up 'disturbing' in a dictionary, you'll see a picture of your school pictures."
The doctor said nothing as Peter watched closely, his eyes narrowing. "Now look, you have something that belongs to two of my friends, so let's just say that I 'need them back', you hand them over, I don't kick your butt, and we all walk away with a smile and fond memories. Sound good?" He asked. Spiderman wasn't an idiot, but he was cautious as he stepped forward, trying to see what the Doc's next move was. Spiderman was making his way towards the hallway that Doc Ock had just entered from when his sense went off.
Near immediately, and before he even had time to react, the free claw shot out, slamming into Spiderman's chest hard enough for something to crack. The teen let out a noise of surprise as he was pinned to the wall, and his hands clumsily clambered up to grip at the arm that was pin straight, leading right back to the source of his problems. "Oh, I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere," The black haired man murmured, his gaze falling to the floor. With the claw still pressed firmly against his chest, the hero began to have labored breathing, his exhales sounding ragged.
"You see, my dear Spiderman, I don't want to make a deal with you. I want to kill you."
"Yeah, I guessed that," Spiderman wheezed, pulling at the claw to no avail.
"I want you tortured, pained and broken," He growled, pushing the claw harder against the spider marking on the suited teen's chest.
-0-0-
Iron Fist's head snapped up as a yell emitted through the sewer line they were walking. His hand flew out to stop Power Man, causing both of them to fall silent. After another moment, there was another shout, this one more pained.
"Wait a sec," Power Man stated, listening closely. When another yell was provided, the two looked at each other.
"Peter?"
((Alright, this is a short chapter, yes. But, I'm free for the next two days, so let's see if I can write some more ^-^ Also, this is unbeta'd, seeing as I'm on a car trip and only now posting this from having internet connection at some tiny diner, so. . . Yeah. There's that. Don't forget to R&R and I'll see you all next time!))