By Moonlight (P.P + M.J)

20. Bridge Brawl

Peter swung on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, looking down to assess the situation. There was a very large, powerfully-built figure marching through the street, pushing aside cars like they weighed nothing and sometimes tearing them apart, ripping off their doors. People were screaming and running away, abandoning their cars to get away from the monster.

But Peter was stunned. That was Werewolf! But what was he doing? The lycan was usually very adamant about remaining unseen, but here he was, taking a nightly stroll along Brooklyn Bridge.

Suddenly, he stopped at a black limbo, and after a short inspection, began rocking it back and forth. He tore off the door and reached inside. Not waiting to see what would happen next, Peter shot a web and swung down toward Werewolf.

"Yeeehoooo!" Peter whooped, causing Werewolf to look up. At swooping speed, Peter careened straight into the lycan, planting both feet against Werewolf's chest. He was sent back, flying backward into the windshield of a taxi.

But Werewolf's eyes threw Peter off. Why were they red? There were usually a brilliant, glowing blue.

When he got off the cab, he actually picked up the entire car and threw it at Peter. Peter jumped away, and the taxi flew over the side of the bridge. The web-slinger webbed its bumper and attached it to the rail, and the car hung like a caught fish off the bridge.

"Didn't Papa Wolf teach you that throwing cars is rude?" Peter joked, looking down at the hanging car.

When Peter turned back, Werewolf was once again tearing into the limbo, roaring fiercely. A man inside was screaming for help, and Peter webbed up one of the lycan's fists, yanking him away from the vehicle. But Werewolf was ready for him, remaining solid as he threw his arm back, causing Peter to fly forward. In a swift movement, Werewolf stuck his arm out and clotheslined the young hero, who fell to the ground with a grunt.

"So much for remaining unseen, amiright?" Peter groaned, the wind knocked out of him by the blow.

As the lycan glared down at him with his beady red eyes, his lips pulled back in a snarl, Peter spied a weird object attached to Werewolf's head. Werewolf raised a fist to punch Peter into the ground, but he shot a web from each arm and ejected out of the way, the lycan punching the bare cement, creating a hole in the road.

"Werewolf, what's up with you, man?" Peter asked as Werewolf stalked closer, his ears flat, "like, I know you said you weren't a hero, but this is kinda hitting the point a little hard, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Werewolf paused mid-step, and his entire body seemed to tremble. His red eyes went wide as his fur bristled. A blue spark flashed from the top of his head, and suddenly he was back to being the big bad wolf from before.

"Hey, what's that thing on your head?" Peter questioned, leaping away as Werewolf flipped the car he'd been crouched on, "I didn't peg you as the hat-wearing type of wolf."

Werewolf kept throwing cars at Peter, hoisting them up by their bumpers and tossing them like rocks. Each one would go over the side, and each time Peter had to catch it, attaching them with webs to hold them to the rail. Most of them were empty, accept one. There was a kid inside with her parent. The adult was panicking on the phone while the young girl watched the scene unfold with a look of wonder. As Werewolf threw another car, it looked like it was headed right for them. Peter leapt on top of the vehicle and kicked off, redirecting the catapulted car toward Werewolf instead, who backhanded it out of the way.

"Gone fishin'," Peter hummed as he looked down at all the hanging cars that dangled over the bridge. When Peter looked back, he saw that Werewolf was now dragging the limbo to the ledge, kicking down the railing and tearing a huge chunk off to make an opening. In his claws, he carried a small, compact metal case.