Spidey & Speedy - Starling City Storm

Chapter 9 - Confidence In You Is Confidence In Me

***PETER***

While Barry and Thea lead the charge, I run around them and get behind some of the oncoming hordes we're facing. Luckily, with my rubber-soled suit, I have much better traction on the wet road - and, later, on the wet dirt under the trees - than do any of these guys in their clunky jackboots.

Seriously. Freaking jackboots.

Really? Who does Darhk think he is, der Führer? I'll show this Fokker who's boss, along with all my friends!

"Gwen! Get over here!" I wave her over from behind the nearest tree to the top of the dam.

"What is it?" she asks when she makes her way to my current position. "What's your idea?"

"I'll lay down a bunch of weblines through the woods," I say. "While I spread it around, tie the webs to as many trees as you can."

She nods once. Before we can get started, though, she grabs my arm. "By any chance did you see anything electric in that shed?" she asks.

"Like what? Plugs?"

"No, just any device. I think if we can somehow electrify the webs when we drive these goons into them - that's what you've got in mind, right?"

"You know me too well," I say. I look over to the maintenance shed, then something clicks in my mind. "I got it! There was this portable jumper-cable in there. If we get that, we could use it to fry the shit out of these guys!"

"I'll get it," Gwen says. "You just concentrate on laying the trap, all right?"

"Well, someone needs to help me tie the weblines in place," I say. "I can't really do it all by myself."

"Do what you can," Gwen says. She squeezes my hand, then turns and runs back to the shed.

I cast my eyes over the fight going on in front of me. While I wish I could be in the thick of things, I know that someone's got to be the one to do this behind-the-scenes kind of work. But while Gwen's hunting for the one key ingredient, I need to let the others in on the plan.

I start, of course, with Oliver and Felicity. They're quick to catch on to my idea, and quick to agree with it. Felicity, however, adds one good question. "You think we can herd them all into the woods like that?" she asks. "They may have a bit of a hive mentality, but..."

Her voice trails off as we watch Darhk point at one cluster of soldiers, who all swivel their heads even as Grayson keeps on knocking their heads together. Those that Grayson doesn't get, they go after he when Darhk points his finger at him instead.

"Definitely a hive mentality," I say. "So all we have to do is make sure Darhk directs his creeps the way we want them to go."

"That should be easy." Oliver fires a couple of arrows into that cluster in quick succession, taking out the nearest goons to us while leaving the rest for Grayson to take care of on his own.

Or not - because I detour over to him next so I can talk strategy with him. Good thing too, because he makes a valid point when he says, "Why are you gonna web up the woods on that side of the road? That's where these guys are coming from, and there's more on the way!"

"Then we'll just work on the other side," I say. "Nobody's coming from down the mountain, am I right?"

"This barely even counts as a mountain," he laughs. "You should see some of the peaks in the Himalayas. Now those are mountains!" He punches an incoming mook backhanded, right in the nose.

"Head wounds always bleed a lot," I observe, seeing dark globules stream down from his nostrils. "I suggest you pinch that, all right, guy? Or...or maybe stick a blowtorch up your nose? Worked for my old Honors Geometry teacher when he was a boy in Puerto Rico."