Only One Left [COMPLETED]

Chapter5: Oh, Your from S.H.I.E.L.D...Wait...What?

Peter came up out of a manhole somewhere near Madison Square Garden. He peeked out of it, allowing himself barely an inch so see out of, listening for any oncoming cars. He'd been almost run over 10 times too many to finally learn in his lesson. Once he was sure he wasn't in the danger of an imminent collision, he quickly scurried out of the manhole and shot a web up to one of the tall buildings, using it to pull himself out of any approaching traffic.

Once safe from potential death by cars, he began his usual patrol through the streets. He'd start up toward Midtown and make his way toward lower New York, where the worst crime usually was. He felt like beating some really bad guys up right now.

As he progressed down to the armpit of the city, he stopped whenever a cry of help or a noise of distress reached his keen ears. Muggers weren't that hard to deal with, sometimes. It usually depended on whether or not they had a weapon, how smart they were, and how determined they were to get away (or beating him up).

He did this for 30 minutes straight before deciding to stop for a breather. Sitting on a building ledge, one leg dangling off the side and the other up with his arms supported on it, he simply stared out into the city. It was calm in its usual chaotic-and-loud way, the rhythm of New York pulsed like the beat in a stereo. It soothed to his adrenaline rushed spider-head. Everything seemed normal, well, you know, this particular city's normal. Grumpy citizens, loud newspaper editors screaming on big screens (Hello to you too, J.J), and, best of all, no signs of S.H.I.E.L.D anywhere.

That was a big relief. The last thing he needed was a bunch of stalkerish agents watching him from the shadows as he beat up purse-snatchers.

But, even as he sat there - higher than most people cared to look - a low tingling tickled across his head.

Huh? Spider-sense?

Peter looked left, then right, then down below. If there was someone nearby, he couldn't see them.

Then the tingling erupted into life as the window he was just leaning against, exploded. Shouting, Peter was blown forward, off the building, where landed roughly on the building next to his perch, creating a crater of cracks where he now lay on the rooftop.

Something jumped out of his peripheral vision. Before he could move, a yellow boot came down on top of his chest, pushing any air he had in his lungs out, and pinning him.

"Stay down, Bug," a female voice warned.

His eyes widened. Above him was a tall woman. She had brown hair hanging loosely around her shoulder, with a gold band on her forehead holding it away from her face, she had long red and yellow pants on, and a belly shirt with one strap holding it up on her right shoulder. In her hands, she clutched a chain with a sharpened spiked metal ball attached to the end.

He - he recognized her.

"Thundra?!" Peter stuttered in surprise. But - but, she was part of the...

Aw crap....

Behind her, another figure floated down using the vibrating gauntlet attached to his wrists. This one wore a maroon, black, and purple technological body suit with the mouth set in a permanent, robotic frown, and glowing red eyes that glared at the hero.

"Claw?"

One last member flew down. He was dressed in his own purple and black suit, only his mask cut off above his nose and took a detour down the side of his cheekbones, to reveal an arrogant smirk surrounded by a black horseshoe mustache. "And Wizard," he finished for Peter. "Hello, Spider-Man."

Aw crap!

Did it have to be the Frightful Four? Really?! Right now?

Well, Peter supposed it was the Frightful Three now, seeing how he knocked their last member, Trapster (remember him?), into an S.H.I.E.L.D cell. So, yeah...they probably weren't happy.