Only One Left [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12: My Hero (Part 2)

Warning: author has feeble knowledge about the heating point of metal and whether or not a wall can be collapsed by over-heating and punching it really, really hard. :D Authors pseudo-science probably sucks. Enjoy some fanfic logic!

Also warning: This chapter was smaller than I thought it was going to be T.T

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Today's been a rough day.

But it was probably going a LOT rougher for the kid cuffed to the table.

When Sam got over his initial whining about missing the "superhero pose," he joined them in their ranks to face off against their last obstacle.

Norman Osborn.

Which, wow, was NOT expecting. Now they've never really paid attention to the news or science channels - boring stuff - but even they have heard about THIS guy. Super rich, lots of money and influence, a big-shot in the world of riches and entrepreneurs. While he was a definite step-down from Tony Stark, it was easy to recognize that well-known red, oiled hair.

There was no doubt about it. This was Norman Osborn.

Which didn't quite explain why he had Spider-Man cuffed to his table in the first place.

Speaking of which, Spider-Man wasn't looking too good. Even with his mask on, it was distinctly clear that he had a bloody nose and split lip - if the blood stains were anything to go by at least. Also, judging by the way his free hand was curled around his torso, it was a safe bet that his ribs were either broken or bruised. Probably both. Aside from the obvious, who knows what other injuries lay beneath the spandex.

Luke frowned, looking the hero over once more. He thought of earlier, while hiding in the hall, listening to the conversation between Norman and the Frightful Four. The team wasn't engaging in a fight yet so they could run an algorithm through the Frightful Four's links to pin-point Spider-Man's position.

Just thinking about the conversation still made his blood boil.

"Thundra, get in here. I need you to take care of the bug for me."

At first, Luke was excited that their plan worked. "Bug" could only entail that it was Spider-Man they were talking about, and the algorithm worked like a charm. Spider-Man was several levels above them. But that excitement quickly dropped when he also realized what that sentence implied. HIs theory was only confirmed when he saw Thundra grin, expression all too eager as she cracked her knuckles.

"Ah yeah, I've been waiting for those words."

Consequentially, he and the team tried to find him as quickly as possible to prevent any of that from happening. But it seemed, despite taking out the Frightful Four, he must've already had a bad encounter with them.

A flush of satisfaction sparked in Luke's chest thinking of the extra hard hit he'd given Thundra when they took the Frightful Four down. Heaven knows she deserved it, same with the rest of her team, which they'd given the smack-down to as well.

Still, Luke felt a little guilty that they hadn't gotten there sooner.

"Step away from Spider-Man," he ordered. "By the authority of SHIELD."

Norman looked absolutely murderous.

But he didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly raised his hands, to give up, before quickly slamming his fist down on the table, right on a button, and a section of the wall dropped. It took only a split second to react, the team lunged forward, but it was too late.