The Spider, The Night's Wave, The Tempest, The Archer

09

Peter, Grace and Nathan came upon a group of men talking and silently crawled down the side of the bridge.

"Okay, okay, okay," Brice said. "I got what you need, all right? I got tons of great stuff here. One sec."

Hiding, Peter, Grace and Nathan watched as Brice walked up to his van and looked inside. Spider-Man, Nightwave and Artemis's eyes narrowed. The back of the van was full of machinery and weapons.

Brice continued. "Okay, I got, uh, black hole grenades, Chitauri railguns..."

Schultz cut him off. "You letting off shots in public now? Hurry up. Look, times are changing. We're the only ones selling these high tech weapons."

Peter whispered, "Oh, this must be where the ATM robbers got their stuff."

Nathan nodded and whispered back, "Makes sense."

"I need something to stick up somebody," Aaron said. "I'm not trying to shoot them back in time."

"I got anti-grav climbers," Brice told him.

"Yo, climbers?"

Suddenly, a yodeling ringtone played. The weapon dealers looked around, alarmed.

"Okay, what the hell was that?" Brice asked.

The phone continued to ring. Peter took his phone out, ignoring Grace and Nathan's glares, to check caller ID. Ned was making a funny face on the screen.

Schultz aimed his gun at Aaron. "Did you set us up?"

"Hey, hey, man," Aaron said.

Peter and Grace flipped off the wall while Nathan flew down, and landed on the ground.

"Hey!" Peter yelled, stepping in front of Grace. "Hey, come on. You gonna shoot at somebody, shoot at me. But don't shoot her or him. Please."

"All right." Schultz turned the gun on Peter, but Peter shor his web, disarmed Schultz, and charged. Using a high tech gauntlet from his van, Brice punched Peter with a burst of energy. Peter slammed into the side of the bridge and landed on the ground.

Grace shot at them with her arrows and ran to check on her friend while Nathan checked on his cousin.

Schultz jumped in and started the car. Brice, laughing triumphantly, jumped onto the back of the van as his accomplice drove off.

"What was that?" Peter wondered as he shot his web, attaching it to the weapon dealers' open van door.

The van dragged in through a neighborhood, knocking Peter and Grace into a trash can.

"What? Ah!"

"Ow!" Grace shouted.

Peter shot a second strand of web.

"We gotta call him," Schultz said.

"No, no, no, no," Brice replied.

Brice readied another high tech weapon. Outside, Peter was holding on with two thin lines of web, trying to maintain balance while Grace was hanging onto him for dear life. Brice fired another burst of energy. It broke off the van door.

Peter and Grace were still being dragged through the neighborhood, clinging to the back of the van. Nathan was flying behind, trying to get them.

"Oh, my butt!" Peter complained. "Unh!"

"Oh you're one to talk!" Grace retorted.

Brice powered more energy blasts at Peter and Grace, causing him to lose his grasp on one of the webs. Just as Brice powered up the weapon once more, the van met a road bump. The whole car wobbled, making Brice accidentally fire a hole in the van. He dropped the weapon and it rolled out of the vehicle. The weapons came to a stop in someone's yard.