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Now, here is chapter 6 :)
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Spidey swung as fast as he could in the direction of the destruction, not having time to bother with his previous acquaintances when the safety of people's lives was at risk, the latter being infinitely more important than the former.
He just hoped he wasn't too late. His plans for spending the day moping had well and truly been forgotten about by now, as the universe just seemed to have other plans right from the get go. Not that he was complaining- as in he'd have to be remembering his plans in the first place in order to be protesting about this, right?
All he knew was his day was turning out to be quite on the strange side, with extra added weirdness, enough so to make his head feel like a spinning, clogged, over stuffed marshmallow of some sort, or something like that. At least, he thought so.
Anyway, Spidey shook away his jumbled thoughts and swiftly manoeuvred himself through the streets and buildings, until he finally reached a tall high-rise with smoke coming out of the windows on one floor.
Luckily, it hadn't taken him too long to get there as he was already not too far away, and he quickly proceeded to shoot a web and propel himself up the side of the building.
When he reached just below the targeted floor he both shot a web, and pushed himself up off the building simultaneously, effectively propelling himself round in a somersaulted leap, and straight through a broken window.
He landed on the grey, carpeted floor in a low, predatory crouch, with one leg stretched out to the side and the other propped beneath him. He had one hand on the floor in front of him and the other up in the air, slightly above and to the side of his head with its fingers splayed, ready to pounce at the first sign of movement.
For a second, the only sound in the dim room was Spidey's heavy breathing, with the sun streaming in through the broken, shattered windows being the only source of light.
Time seemed to stand still. Slight wisps of smoke floated around in the air, and Spidey slowly began to stretch himself upwards, sitting back on his haunches with two hands on the ground, before he arose fully to his feet, standing up, his masked face staring ahead of him the whole time with 'wide' lenses.
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Rory closed the door behind him as he hurried into the TARDIS behind Amy and the Doctor.
"Doctor, what are we doing? I thought you said not long ago that the TARDIS would need time to rest and recharge after crash landing here?" Rory asked confusedly as he walked up the ramp towards the console. The Doctor was already fiddling around with the controls while Amy was standing back watching, equally confused as to what on earth was going on.
"So what are we doing back in here then?" the Doctor asked, adding the unsaid question from what Rory had said, before continuing on, "well, yes I did say that, but I also didn't say we were leaving this universe, or so much as this planet for that matter," he rambled, while typing on some sort of old type writer. "The TARDIS does need time to re-charge, as we can't leave until she does, her systems are too damaged and need to sort themselves out before we can go anywhere, but that doesn't mean she can't make a quick little trip a few blocks down the road," he grinned, and started fiddling with some other controls. "Now, hold on tight!" he suddenly yelled, right before he yanked down on a lever and dim lights turned on in the room as the TARDIS shuddered painfully to life.
Amy and Rory both yelped and clung on to whatever they could, as the TARDIS rocked.
"But Doctor, I thought you never used the TARDIS once we were established in the time lines or whatever. Can't we just, you know, walk there?" Amy asked in a strained voice, with an undertone of annoyance.
"No, I don't want to be too late; I picked up a strange signal coming from that direction when we first landed. I made this device to track it before I came outside," he said, pulling a strange device out of his coat pocket and showing it to them, just as the TARDIS began to spark. "But I need to get closer in order to find out what it is, and it's only fitting that there would be an explosion right in that direction shortly after we arrived, so, I'm going to investigate," he grinned, desperately trying to control the TARDIS and giving something a heavy whack when it misbehaved. "I think there's more going on here than just citizen's lives in danger," he explained.
"Right, so this isn't just about chasing Spider-Man into trouble?" Rory asked.
"Well... and there is always the thrill of adventure," the Doctor grinned excitedly, as he turned another lever. "Although flying the TARDIS in a city, and materialising where that Spider guy of yours went is probably not my best idea, whoooa...," he said, as he wrestled with the controls.
"But how can you be sure where he is? How do you know we're not just going to crash someplace random?" Rory asked in annoyed frustration.
The Doctor just smiled at him. "I'm tracking him with his DNA signature that the sonic scanned earlier," he informed, while pointing to the sonic that was snugly plugged into the TARDIS's console.
"Of course," Rory replied sarcastically, while silently hoping that there wouldn't be any more rough rides for a while as he, once again, was reduced to holding on to the TARDIS for dear life.
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"What, the...?" was the first thing that came out of Spidey's mouth as he stood staring ahead of him.
"Ok.., well, sooo either someone really had a bad day and wanted to destroy something (and it looks like they succeeded too; I guess that's one way to disassemble a room)," Spidey said to no one in particular, as he observed the trashed remains of a once nice-looking office room. "Or, someone was looking for something, innn probably the least most effective manner known to man, which... probably isn't very effective, if you think about it. Then again, someone could've just gone on a massive rage rampage. Gosh, this guy could even make the Hulk jealous, (almost)," Spidey babbled to himself, as he observed the room.
There were desks and chairs thrown everywhere, some still burning, with large holes burnt through them. Papers and your typical office equipment were scattered messily all over, and there were blackened scorch marks all over the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.
But the most unusual of sights was the disassembled state of all the computers and laptops in the room. All the circuits and parts had been utterly pulled apart and strewn everywhere. Some of them even blackened and burnt to uselessness.
"Laser guns?" Spidey asked the empty room, as he took in the damage.
Luckily, as far as he could tell, there were no casualties, or anyone left in the room for that matter, so he guessed that the intruder had burst in through the now smashed windows, trashed the room, searched the technology, and then left through the front door, thankfully - giving the citizens a clean path of escape. But that theory also meant that the intruder must have either flown, or climbed up the building, hmm...
The amount of damage suggested that the intruder had indeed shot at the people with some form of advanced weaponry, but judging by the lack of casualties, that didn't make much sense. Then there is always the possibility they weren't intending to shoot anyone in the first place, and were just stealing, but then why destroy the place by firing, unless, they were trying to scare everyone away? Or hide something?
Spidey turned his head and began to walk over to the nearest computer remains. He crouched down to examine some of the burnt out bits with his gloved fingers, in thought.
Despite being ripped to bits, the destruction of the technology almost seemed to have had an organisation to it, now that he examined the parts. But they appeared to only be destroyed and burnt out after being so "expertly" taken apart.
"Hmm, maybe they were looking for specific parts, and destroyed anything that was not what they wanted?" Spidey spoke. He then rubbed a piece of metal casing and examined the black dust-like particles that fell from his gloves. "More completely obliterated by the looks of it," he added. "What's with the overkill?" he asked. He then stood up with the remains of a hard drive and circuit board in his hands and shook his head in disappointment. "What a waste of perfectly good computers. I could have used some of these bits myself, this was good equipment; would've gone at a good price too. Pfft, talk about disappointing," he complained, while kicking a wrecked computer box with his booted foot.
Suddenly, his spider-sense exploded and he straightened to alert, panic mode setting in, right before he heard the familiar wheezing, trumpeting sound from before, along with the disorientation of his senses from somewhere behind him, and relaxed.
He groaned at the latest turn of events and turned around with his posture sagging, like a child's would when asked to do something that they really, really didn't want to do. He stood, with his arms crossed and feet apart, in a somewhat intimidating manner.
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The TARDIS quickly came to an abrupt stop in the corner of the room next to the windows, and soon after, the doors flew open to reveal Amy, Rory, and finally, the Doctor, come stumbling out, coughing, with their arms covering their mouths.
"Doctor, promise me you'll never do that again, right?" Amy asked, while catching her breath and checking herself over.
"Yeah, I think I've got bruises this time," Rory agreed, while rubbing his elbow with a grimace.
"Sorry, sorry, materialising through the wall of a building is a complex and tricky manoeuvre, but I thought we pulled it off quite well actually, hey girl?" replied the Doctor, while giving the corner of the TARDIS a compassionate stroke as she made a noise that sounded oddly much like a sigh, if you listened closely enough.
"Yeah, right, whatever you say," Amy said, coughing, before all three of them were distracted once again by the all too familiar sound of a throat clearing, and looked over to notice Spidey for the first time since their arrival, standing there rather grumpily with his arms crossed, as well as the state the room was in.
"Yikes, someone's been busy," Amy commented.
"What are you doing?" Spidey said gruffly. "And, did he just call that thing a "she"?" he asked, cocking his head at the Doctor.
"Oi, don't speak like that, you'll hurt her feelings," the Doctor complained, with a sincerely hurt look on his face.
Spidey was a little taken aback. "Ah, O, k," he replied, a little weirded out, before pulling himself together again. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't even be here, it's dangerous," he said, in his best intimidating voice, volume rising slightly.
"Following you, of course," Amy said. "What did you think we were doing?" she asked.
Spidey huffed and turned around to start looking through the mess again. "I would suggest you go before you get yourselves in danger," he said from where he had begun kicking and sorting through the stuff.
"Well, that went well," Amy said to the Doctor sarcastically, turning back to look at him.
The Doctor pulled a face, before he awkwardly stepped forward and tried to address Spidey. "Ah, err, Spider guy..."
"Spider-Man," Spidey cut him off.
"Oh, err, Spider-Man. Yeah well, sorry about before, with the scanning and all, I promise I won't use that information for anything alien and, bad, ahh, I mean, not that I would ever use it for anything bad, as in, who would want to become part spider anyway because, really, that is kind of creepy if you think about it. You should feel lucky you didn't end up with eight legs or something, which could have been possible if... mmfffphh." He was cut off when Spidey shot a glob of web at his mouth, effectively sealing it shut.
Amy couldn't help but burst into giggles, instantly trying to muffle them with her hands, in embarrassment. Rory just stood there staring at what he'd just witnessed, with an open mouth.
"Wow, you really should hang around more often. I was wondering when anyone would ever manage to shut him up," Rory said. The Doctor just grumbled and tried to (unsuccessfully) 'free' the web from his mouth, before giving up entirely and moving to use his sonic instead, dissolving the webbing.
"Well, that was interesting," the Doctor said, after he'd removed all the last bits. "Does that mean my apology is accepted?" he asked. Spidey just continued to work.
Rory nudged the Doctor in the side with his elbow. "What about the part where you insulted his humanity?" Rory whispered.
"Oh, and, I'm sorry for insulting your humanity," the Doctor mumbled, in a barely audible whisper. Spidey just kicked a broken desk, and it crumpled to the floor with a crash, causing everyone to flinch. The Doctor watched him for a minute, before deciding to change the subject.
"Well, looks like someone's had a field day in here," he said loudly, before holding up his sonic and scanning the trashed room. The Doctor stopped scanning and flicked the sonic up in front of his face. "Hmm, definitely some form of high energy weapon, looks like it's partly made up of electricity too, judging by the readings; could be anything really," he said. He then observed the mess in the room. "Computer parts?" he questioned, and no sooner than he'd said that he was fumbling to catch a blackened hard drive Spidey had tossed at him as he'd walked past and over to the other side of the room with a quick glance.
"Hmm," the Doctor said as he scanned the device. "Dead, I don't think there is much use we can get out of this. I'm not sure it was information they were even looking for, but more technology. Maybe someone's trying to build something and resorted to stealing from office buildings to get the parts?" he asked, as he tossed the hard drive away over his head.
"That's what I thought. The way everything's been taken apart, it was done expertly and not just at random," Spidey's voice suddenly travelled from the other side of the room.
"Well then, don't worry, I have just the thing to track this beasty down," the Doctor said, with a grin, as he pulled the tracking device out of his pocket and began to fiddle with it. Spidey's lenses quickly homed in on the device with interest, glowing slightly in the darkness across the room as he watched what the Doctor was doing.
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