Marvel Mayhem

Chapter Two: Mystery Seventy-Two

            "Yeah! YEAH! That's how it's done, baby! YEAH!"

            Saccheri gave a beastly roar as he sped through the streets of Manhattan, reveling in his masterful escape from the junkyard. With only three functioning tires (sparks flew out from the one shot up in the Quinjet attack), he managed to put as much distance between himself and S.H.I.E.L.D. as possible. He took much pride in having rigged the junkyard with explosives before the meeting. Never trust your buyer – that's what I always say, he emotionally mused.  

            Although he knew that he was free from oppression, he did not slow down his driving; in fact, he increased the speed of the limo, pressing his foot on the gas pedal as hard as he could. Then, out of nowhere, a loud thud from atop the limo resounded, making him nervous. As he tried to figure out what might have possibly created the sound, he was suddenly surprised by a familiar (albeit masked) face that looked right at him through the glass and said, "Bet you didn't expect this bug on your windshield!"  

            "Spider-Man!" Saccheri screamed, firing his gun at the windshield in an attempt at executing the Wall-Crawler.  

            Spidey ducked away in time, leaving shards of glass to spread all over the car's interior, from the dashboard to the passenger seat. "Normal people just use the wipers!" Saccheri heard him continue to antagonize him from somewhere atop the limo while he persisted in his escape, speeding through incoming traffic. He fired his gun at the roof, knowing Spider-Man was still there and hoping one of the bullets would fatally kill him. But Spider-Man was resilient, dodging each fired bullet with ease.  

            Things only got worse for Saccheri, whose panic increased dramatically when Spider-Man gripped the driver's side door and ripped it off its hinges, exposing Saccheri to the dangerously rapid atmosphere outside. "Should've been wearing a seatbelt if you planned on fighting a guy in a leotard tonight, big man," he heard the Web-Slinger say to him from somewhere outside.  

            In a desperate move, Saccheri made a hard left, heading directly into a vacant district. He drove upon a factory, crashing through the gated entrance and coming to a screeching halt right in the middle of an empty parking lot. Not wasting any time, he quickly wedged his wide frame out of the cramped space between wheel and seat and trained his gun on the roof of the damaged limo, expecting Spider-Man to be there. But Spidey was nowhere to be seen, influencing paranoia in Saccheri, who made haste into the factory without a second thought.  

            Arriving in time to see Saccheri retreat into the factory, a barely exhausted Natasha Romanoff appeared right at the broken gates. She was just about to rush in after him until she was surprised by Spider-Man, who swung in and landed right near her without making so much as a peep. She gave a slight shriek, having been completely caught off guard.  

            "Sorry 'bout that." Spidey said while crouched down just a few feet across from her. "Did you run all the way here? How could you've reached here from the junkyard so fast on foot?"  

            Romanoff seemed hesitant to give him a response. She turned very stern and gave a hardnosed command to the Wall-Crawler instead: "Never mind about that. I'm going in to catch Saccheri. You alert S.H.I.E.L.D. of this location. Got it?"  

            "Yeah. Got it. Sheesh." Spider-Man sassily acknowledged, swinging away from the scene afterward.  

            Watching the masked hero depart with such an attitude, Natasha wondered if she was a little too assertive towards him. Unfortunately, she did not have time to focus on that. She rushed through the front entrance of the factory and found it to be so dark inside that she could barely see. She rectified this issue with a trick that she could only pull off when she was as alone as she was right there and then. Her eyes lit up in a ghostly white hue, working as a flashlight to guide her way through the darkness. Out of the pitch blackness, it was the glow from her eyes that only stood out.