Spider-Man : Beyond The Spider-Verse

Chapter 5: All Good in the Hood?

The door to a building roof crashed open with a resounding boom, the wood splintering under the force of the individual's urgency. Heart pounding, adrenaline surging, Prowler Miles burst through the entrance into the chaos beyond. Bullets whizzed past, a deadly symphony of metal slicing through the air. The sound of gunfire echoed like thunder, each shot a potential harbinger of fate.

"What did I tell you about drawing unwanted attention?" Aaron fumed, his irritated voice echoing through Prowler Miles' earpiece.

"I ran into some trouble, tio!" He growled back. Now was not the time.

As he approached the ledge, he somersaulted off it, rotating his back to throw orbs at the pursuing men. It webbed a few of them up, causing them to collapse in a heap. Too easy. Prowler Miles chuckled to himself. Pressing a few buttons on his wristwatch, the music on his earpiece started playing, completely drowning out his Uncle's voice.

He smiled as Revelations by Mos Def started playing.

Standing in the sun getting black as I want

The other men continued to pursue their target, jumping off the building with him. Bullets continued to fly past Prowler Miles, one narrowly grazing his shoulder. He winced in pain.

You playing good man that ain't backing me up
Sky woke a baby ain't no jackin my hem

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a grappling hook, which he shot into a distant building. As it pierced the wall of the building, he relaxed his arm, letting his momentum carry him as he soared through the city. Unfazed, the men activated the jetbacks on their packs, continuing to give chase.

I got a whole lot to say so I ain't talking to them
I hear knees dropping
I turn it up louder

A small device shot out of Prowler Miles' hand, ropes extending from either side of it which attached themselves to adjacent buildings. Gripping the cable tightly, he flung himself forward, pressing another button on his suit.
A subtle, high-pitched whir accompanied the activation as his Jordans started powering up. Green LED lights along the edges flickered to life, casting an otherworldly glow, indicating that his shoes had switched to the "Magnetic Grip" feature.

Black freedom black genius black power
Black ink for printing the black dollar
Until I see C-I-A

The urgency of the situation fueled his adrenaline as he planted a foot against the building's surface. The magnetic force surged, anchoring his shoe to the wall with a powerful pull. He caught his breath as he felt the unmistakable sensation of his body defying gravity, held firmly against the vertical plane.

With no time to waste, he launched himself forward, his other foot connecting with the building's surface. The magnetic lock held true, allowing him to run along the side of the building as if it were solid ground. Bullets whizzed by, leaving streaks of light and the sharp crack of gunfire in their wake. His heart raced as he navigated the complex dance of running on the side of the building while evading the deadly projectiles.

With a final surge of energy, he propelled himself onto the roof of the extraction point, the magnetic locks disengaging as his feet left the vertical surface. He stumbled, his body adjusting to the shift in gravity, but he skillfully regained his balance. He turned to look down at a countdown on his wrist, currently at 3 seconds.

3...
2...
1...

I say now what?
And cc: is central bank
Loose change body slamming big money tanks