The Crimson Spider

2

By the end of the day, he'd told me enough to know that I didn't completely agree with Matt. Even with the full team helping him, we'd only be able to jail half of these awful people, and only a third of them would get properly sentenced. Still, I wasn't against the idea of giving them one last chance. My head hurt from all of the debating.

Night had fallen and we sat at a carousel. I wasn't blind to the fact that I was sitting beside a very, very unstable man. One that would stop at nothing to get his revenge. One that was holding on by an ever-thinning thread. I could feel the sorrow and anger that fueled him, each a blade teetering over the thread. I knew what this place was to him, for him. 

Motivation.

The lights shut off suddenly, a cold silence settling over us. But we weren't alone. There had been a man sitting on the bench beside us the entire time, and his eyes didn't leave Frank the entire time.

"Nice night." His voice was playful, he would enjoy what he planned to do to us. We looked over, he pulled back his jacket to reveal a pistol, "I'm not alone."

Two men entered the park to our right.

"You wanna come with us? Or you wanna make a mess?" a smile sat on the man's face, but I could feel that he was worried. "Your girlfriend can come, too."

My head snapped at him, glaring fiercely out of pure instinct. His smirk burned my skin from the inside out.

"Get out of here, Webs." Frank spoke evenly as he stood. I disappeared but only stepped behind the bench, it would feel wrong to leave him in the middle of a fight. 

He approached the first man and he easily over-powered him. I almost didn't realize the syringe that had been jabbed into his neck. 

"Don't shoot! We need him alive!" one of them yelled. 

Frank pulled his own gun and shoved it into the temple of the first man while holding him in a chokehold, "Who? Who needs me alive?"

His only response was the other three demanding him to drop his weapon. I snuck around the back of two men standing together and slammed their heads together using my telekinesis. Frank shot the last standing man and fell back against the carousel railing. I was about to reappear when a man with a thick Irish accent spoke;

"Well, thanks for thinnin' out the heard."

My head snapped behind me where a new group of men emerged from the shadows. I backed up slowly to not make noise, making sure I stayed clear of Frank's aim.

The man spoke again, "You're surrounded, son. We're looking for your girl as we speak. Now be a good lad and drop the iron." More dots than I could count appeared on Frank's chest. "Come on, you seem like a smart one." 

Frank stumbled and their tasers deployed. I stared in disbelief as he stood again, taking more jolts before falling again. I did the only thing I could think of; refuse to leave a man behind. Now, I didn't exactly have a plethora of experience against a group of gangsters, but I wasn't about to stop and think about it, either.

Throwing webs and energy blasts and punches faster than I ever had before, I took the men down in pairs. I hadn't even noticed Frank had stood among the chaos, his eyes wide as he watched me dance around the fallen bodies as they attempted to fight back. A hand grabbed my pant leg, I whipped around, dropped to my knees, and began blindly punching. I felt my hands become slick with blood, I heard the crunch of the man's bones as his face broke against my knuckles. 

"Webs!" Frank shouted, shocking me back to reality. I stood, panting and shaking slightly, covered in blood. He walked to me, holding his stomach where he'd been shocked.