(Peter's pov)
By the time we made our way to Harry's house, the ground was completely covered in snow, and it didn't make it any easier that the sky was completely black. The three feet of snow made the 25 minute drive to Harry's house take up to an hour and a half. Gwen was now asleep, with her head leaning into the door; we were both dreading the conversation that we were going to have when we got there, it's not that easy when you have to tell your two year that they might never see you again.
"Ready?" I asked Gwen, as we pulled into the parking garage of Harry's apartment building "Yeah" she replied, squeezing my hand. When we got to the apartment, George, Philip, and Simon were asleep in the guest room, while Harry and Howard were watching tv in the living room. The two of them had already known each other for a while; after Gwen and I got engaged, the three of us started hanging out together. The two of them became friends pretty quickly
"Harry, can we talk for a minute?" I asked him once we got inside "Yeah, sure." he replied, as he led me out to his balcony, while Gwen went to check on George and her brothers. "Do you still have that apartment in London?" I asked "Yeah, I actually forgot all about that dump." he replied "Why did you want to know?" "Gwen's aunt and uncle have a house in London, it's not that far from your house out there." I said "What's going on?" he asked "I need you to take George, and Gwen's brothers to them, and keep an eye on them in case Oscorp tries to go after them." I said "Your father is having Alistar Smyth build a bomb that could wipe out all of New York." "Wait, how do you know any of this?" he asked
"I...er, well to be more accurate, Gwen got it from one of the Oscorp agents that that tried to kill me this morning; he would've told us anything after she threatened to cut off his dick and feed it to him." I replied, chuckling "Damn" he responded, with a shocked expression on his face "What about you and Gwen" he asked "We're staying here" I answered him "Gwen thinks that she might know how to stop the bomb."
"How does she know how to stop it?" he asked "She worked for Smyth before she was assigned to Dr. Connors when she was an intern at Oscorp; she said that she helped design a bomb that could wipe out the city. She thinks this bomb is similar, although this bomb is laced with the Cross-Species virus." I responded "Jesus, I always though my dad was nuts, but I never expected something like this." Harry sighed
"Please, Harry, I'm begging you; please keep them safe." I pleaded "Okay, I'll take them." he replied, placing his hand on my shoulder "Thank you, Harry." I responded, hugging him.
Harry, Howard, and I ended up staying up all night, planning out how we would get them out of the city while Gwen slept with George and her brothers in Harry's guest room. Our plan was to have Harry drive them to Newark airport, and then he'd fly them to London with his four-seater plane, using the skills he learned from six months worth of flight-school. Gwen and I took George to the park while Harry, Philip, Simon, and Howard got everything ready for their trip. We wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, in case we don't make it through this.
A few hours later, we met with Harry at the airport. He was sitting by the door to the hanger, while Howard was getting his brothers breakfast at the food-court; Gwen took George to Howard, while I sat with Harry. "Do the two of you even have a plan on how you're even going to get to the bomb?" he asked, as we walked toward the plane "Not yet, we're meeting with Flash and some of his army buddies later to discuss it." I replied "Flash is in the army?" he asked "He was." I replied "He was medically discharged."
"why" he asked
"When he was in a firefight in Afghanistan, his squadron was being pined down by a group of insurgents, he threw a grenade which took out the insurgents, but as they were checking the bodies, he slipped on what he thought was a banana peal, but it was actually an insurgent's face; his squad caut him playing with it and wearing it like it was a mask." I replied
"So basically, it's just you, Gwen, Flash, and his army buddies?" he asked
"Yeah, pretty much" I responded
We sat by the plane for about 15 minutes, until Gwen got back. The plane wasn't much, it partially resembled suburban, only with wings on top of it and on it's tail. It had four doors, but could seat six. The interior was designed like a car; the seats were made of light-brown leather, two in the front, three in the back, along with a car-seat for George in the middle.
It finally hit us as they were getting in the plane, Harry and Howard tried to ease the tension by getting the kids excited about flying, which worked pretty well, especially with George. Gwen and I were able to hold everything in while we said our goodbyes to them, but once the plane was nothing but a dot in the sky, Gwen finaly broke down, and collapsed into my arms.
After we left the airport, Gwen and I went to a coffee shop since we had a few hours to kill before we were supposed to meet flash and his army buddies. Flash had known about me for a while, he was suspicious after the "basketball incident" and started asking questions, but I ended up telling him after George was born; he had to tell his army buddies about me so that they'd meet with us.
"Don't worry, they're gong to be fine." I assured Gwen, who was still pretty dazed
"I know" she sighed "it's just...heavy, ya know."
"yeah" I replied, placing my hand above hers when we sat down "Don't worry, this'll all be over pretty soon."
"I'm scared, Pete." she said, with tears forming in her eyes
"I know, I am too." I replied
We stayed there for about an hour, then we headed to Flash's house in Weschester. It wasn't much, it was just a small two-bedroom, two-bathroom one story; the area was kinda nice though. Fash's army buddies were an odd bunch; three of them seemed to be in either their late twenties or early thirties, two of them were around our age, and the remaining four were in most likely in their early forties, while "hardcore Joey" was likely in his mid 50's he considered himself a combination of Samual L. Jackson and Joey Tribioni "only more badass". Gwen begged me not to mention that he looked nearly identical to Ving Rhames, but it slipped out when I saw him, he just laughed it off though.
"Why is it that you wanted to meet with us?" Flash asked
"Norman Osborn is having his assistants build a bomb that could wipe out an entire city." I replied, opening the briefcase that the assailant from the other day had left in his car. "Anyone within Manhattian will be killed by the explosion, while everyone within a 500 mile radius will be infected with the cross-species virus."
"Like the one that lizard creature tried to spred a few years ago?" flash asked "Worse" Gwen replied, while taking out the files from the briefcase.
"So what's the plan?" Flash asked
"The bomb is hidden within Oscorp, the way of disarming it is extremely complicated." Gwen began explaining "There are three triggers, I'll Need you guys to watch my back while I disarm the first one, which will give Peter an opening to disarm the second, which will probably be with Norman, and once he disarms that one, it'll give me an opening to take out the last one."
"Mr. Osborn, the weapon is ready, I placed the second trigger within this glider; it'll give you the ability to fly at incredibly fast speeds, while having complete control of being able to maneuver in between buildings." Smyth announced, handing him the large, yet incredibly light hovercraft. the glider resembled an arrowhead, it was mostly purple, but with shades of dark green (likely a repaint) with two retractable blades on the bottom, with two machine guns on either side. The top of the glider had straps, in order to prevent the pilot from falling off.
"We're going to need to keep the people distracted untill the bomb goes off; I want you to set your Slayers loose on the city." Norman commanded
"Okay..." Smyth obeyed, begining to regret every choice he's made while working for Oscorp. Within an hour, the slayers were unleashed, on an unsuspecting city of inoscent people, gunning down everything in sight.
"My god, my god, what have I done?" Smyth asked himself, while he watched the destruction outside, that he was responsible for. "Mr. Osborn, I can't let this happen." Smyth said, grabbing a pistol, and aiming it at the back of Norman's head.
The goblin looked at him and laughed "Do you really think killing me will change anything; do you think my team would even let you walk out of here if you did? The bomb would still go off, and you'd be either dead or in jail." the goblin announced
"What are you talking about?" Smyth asked, with his hand starting to shake
"Don't you think that the evidence will lead somewhere, won't people start to ask where the bombs came from? I've prepared for this situation, if you betray me, I'll send an anonymous tip to the police, and give them evidence that would directly link you to all of this." Norman answered him. Realizing that he was right, and that this was bound to happen sooner than later, with little hesitation, Smyth placed the gun in his own mouth, and pulled the trigger. "Goddamnit, that was a $48,000 couch!" Norman complained, referring to the chunks of Smyth's brain and skull that were now all over the couch.
(Peter's pov)
"When can we be ready by?" I asked "Two to three hours." Flash replied "Okay, we'll meet back here around midnight." Gwen said, as we prepared to leave. As we drove home, we started to see the chaos that took place when we were with Flash. Buildings were either on fire, riddled with bullet holes, or torn in half. Slowly flying in between the ruins of the city, were dozens, if not hundreds, of robots that closely resembled octopuses. As we got on the freeway, a small group of them started flying towards our car.
As they got closer, I sped up, which made them start firing at us. "Keep your head down!" I ordered, as they shot at us, while I sped in between 18-wheelers for cover. They quickly got irritated and flew toward us at full speed. "What's the plan?" Gwen asked, with her hands covering the top of her head as she ducked underneath the glove compartment "We'll head for the tunnel, it'll be harder for them to stay together, and we can take them out one or two at a time." I replied
As we got inside the tunnel, the Slayers were forced to break their formation, due to their size, and the pile of empty cars that were getting in their way. As one of them caught up to us, I shot a web directly in it's eye, making it crash into a wall (which crushed it's head on impact). I repeated this with the next three, but the last one caught on and attacked us from behind with its tentacles.
I quickly leaned out of the window and shot it in the eye, but at the same time, it sent a bullet directly into my shoulder. "Peter...Peter, oh my god!" Gwen cried, as she pulled me back into the car. I tried to respond to her, but I froze; my body had gone into shock.
I was barely conscious when she brought me into our house. She gently laid me on the kitchen table and grabbed the first-aid kit. At least now we had an excuse to get rid of that table. When she got back, she ripped open my shirt, using the bullet hole. The bullet was still inside my shoulder, which explains why I wasn't healing yet. I came to when she took the bullet out, and the wound started patching itself up.
"Gwen, I need you to promise me something." I said, weakly
"What?" she asked, helping me sit up
"If anything happens to me, I want you to get George, and get as far away from here as possible." I replied
"Okay...I will, I promise." she said, as I embraced her, while she began to sob
We sat there for a few hours, until it was time to leave. As I put my suit on underneath my civilian chlothes, Gwen grabbed her father's .38 revolver, and grabbed all the ammo she could find. Her dad taught her everything she needed to know about shooting it, as well as having her take three years worth of MMA classes; he probably just wanted her to always be safe, although, he probably never would've guessed that she would actually need to put those skills to use someday.
When we got to Flash's house, he and his buddies were finishing up with their gear. I was really superized about the kind of firepower they had with them; they had everything from pistols to RPG's, Hardcore Joey even had a 50 cal. machine gun, which was almost as big as him. "Ready for this?" I asked Gwen, as we all got Hardcore Joey's van "Yeah, I am." she replied "What about you?" "Let's find out." I replied