Tax for heroism (crossover Spider-Man/Alex Rider)

Mistakes

Maybe Pleasure was right. Man is responsible for his decisions and choices, but no matter how powerful he may be and what his abilities are, he cannot be responsible for everything that happens around him. He is not responsible for the actions of others, and sometimes, although he acts to the best of his conscience and consciousness, it turns out to be the worst thing he could do. Peter knew he was supposed to tell Alex about the threatening letter, but he didn't, and instead sent him to Harry's party. He knew that if he told him, the spy wouldn't let Peter go instead him. After all, he would do the same in his place, because that's what the hero does. Pere won't let his friend go into the trap that was originally set for him. So it seemed natural and sensible to keep the threatening message to himself, send Pleasure to the party, and the villain was left to the hero, who had superpowers. Which, of course, turned out to be utter nonsense.

On March 19, it was a relatively warm night for the time of year, for which only global warming could be blamed. However, this phenomenon could not be blamed for the others. By the time Peter jumped to the top of "Iron," as the skyscraper was nicknamed, a person in black jeans, a hooded sweatshirt over his head, and a black bag slung over his right shoulder was waiting for him. It wasn't a very original disguise, and Spidey wanted to greet the villain with an apt joke about his chosen costume, but the villain addressed him first.

"Oh, hello Spider-man, although I admit you're not who I've been waiting for here," he said, and at the words Parker felt an ice ball begin to form somewhere down in his stomach, suggesting an unpleasant premonition. He knew the voice only if he remembered who it belonged to. However, the masked figure continued. "Are you friends with Agent Rider, or did you just show up here just because you're an annoying insect?"

"A little bit of both," the superhero admitted casually. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid Alex is at a social event, you'll have to make do with me."

"It is a pity," said man in hood lazily. "However, I guess if it's Osborn's party, then he'll have the same fun as you."

The ice ball in Peter's belly grew another few inches. "What do you mean?"

"What I said is that, it will not make such a difference in the end, whether it's here or there," said the villain, and Spider-Man's sixth sense sounded the alarm. This was only good, because otherwise he wouldn't have managed to avoid the purple glider that Green Goblin used so often, which this time tried to trip his legs. Thanks to that, he just jumped out and glider flew through the empty air.

"What was it supposed to be, an April Fool's joke?" Peter shouted.

A masked man jumped on the flying thing and only then answered: "No, I just called my favorite means of transport. I'm in a hurry, now that I know you're here and Rider is at the party, you're both busy, I have time to carry out my plans."

"Yeah, and what's that fascinating plan about?" Peter asked, in vain hope that the Green Goblin would make the most famous villain mistake ever.

"Of course I won't tell you. Do you consider me a stupid comic criminal?" It is a pity; the arrogant disclosure of wicked intentions so that they can be thwarted will not take place this time. Well, it was worth the test, the superhero thought.

"I don't see anything here that would stop me from stalking you and stopping you in whatever you want to do," Peter pointed out.

"Oh yes," the masked man sighed and slammed his hand into his head, as if remembering something. "I'd like to introduce you to a new toy from the workshop of Oscorp P273, or as I personally call them: Black Widows," said the hooded man pulled an iron ball the size of a pumpkin from his bag and hurled it to the ground. For that, smoke immediately began to pour out of the device, and with it small robots in shape similar to spiders or jellyfish. Spider-Man's knees broke, not yet because of the Black Widows, but because of the gas, which evidently contained a strong sedative that intoxicate his senses and he could barely notice the robots rushing at him and firing some sticky fibers. "As you can see, these tiny creatures attack all living larger organisms that do not have a special detector with them. First they catch them, then they inject poison into them, which causes decomposition followed by death, and then when the victim becomes just a shapeless softened mass, they use it as their fuel. They can handle this whole process in a quarter of an hour, and with every creature they absorb, they are faster and more resistant to any damage," boasted Goblin. "It's a pity that I don't have their sisters with me, who eat the surrounding technology in this way. I bet you'd have a lot of trouble with them too, but I expected it to be the other way around. That I would have to lure Alex here, while the best way to interest you is to endanger several civilians at the party. Well, I guess not everything can always go the way you expect," he chuckled with a mad laugh. He circled Peter twice to admire his suffering. "Goodbye, Spidey," he shouted again, then headed for the river. Without knowing the little locator, which the superhero has stuck to his glider.