Ambition {𝟙𝟛} | Marvel √

chapter seventeen

At Adrian Toomes' warehouse, Mason was working on a small device which was glowing with a purple hue similar to the core of Peter's discovery. He blew on the end of the soldering tool before he picked up the glowing gem and threw it into a mini fridge, which created a rectangular portal. He reached it and grabbed a drink, but right as he did, the entire room began to shake.

"Whoa, whoa," he muttered.

The shaking caused the cube to fall off the mini fridge and close the small portal. The Vulture landed down onto the platform nearby, staggering to his feet.

Once out of his suit, Toomes stepped out of the suit before he walked down the stairs, stomping angrily. "Idiots. Idiots," he muttered before he took off his helmet and threw it across the room, "Idiots!"

A nearby worker looked up at him, alarmed as Mason just stared at him. "Boss?" he called and Toomes looked at him, "Your wife keeps texting you. Something about a brake light?"

"What'd I tell you about looking at my phone?" Toomes asked as he approached Mason.

"Oh, sorry. You left it out. You know I'm a curious person by nature," Mason said before Toomes annoyingly snatched his phone off the desk, "I finished designing that high-altitude vacuum seal."

"Huh?" Toomes asked, continuing to look at his phone.

"In case you want to, you know, go for...the big one?" Mason asked and Toomes instantly looked at him.

"You're still on that?" he asked, "I told you, no. The answer's no. Forget it."

Right then, the badly damaged van pulled into the warehouse as Toomes and Mason looked at it curiously. Brice appeared from the back of the van, not bothering to open the nonexistent doors which got ripped out during their fight with Spider-Man and Miss Steel.

"Whoo!" Brice cheered as Toomes stared at him dully.

Smiling, Brice took off his arm-weapon as he approached Toomes. "I mean, that was badass," he said.

Annoyed, Toomes walked up to Brice, stammering on his words before finally saying, "How many times have I told you not to fire them out in the open?"

"You said, move the merchandise," Brice said.

"Under the radar...Under the radar!" Toomes shouted, "That's how we survive. If you bring Damage Control or the Avengers down here, we're through. You're out there wearing that goofy thing, lighting up cars, calling yourself the Shocker. I'm the Shocker. I shock people. What is this, pro wrestling?"

"Ah, whatever, old man. Come on," Brice said before he walked past Toomes and up to Mason's desk.

Toomes followed him, saying, "Look, look. I know you don't give a crap about anything. But I do. I built this whole place because I got people I have to look after."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," Brice mockingly said.

Toomes stared at Brice, his expression suddenly cold. "You know what?" he said, "I can't afford your bullshit. Get out of here."

"What?" Brice loudly asked.

"You're done. You're off the crew," Toomes told him.

"Yeah, alright. Alright. Wonder if you can afford me out there, though, right? With everything I know," Brice said before he began to walk off, Toomes' eyes following him as he went.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"Um, I'm just saying..." Brice said as he turned back to him, "...maybe your wife would like to know where you really get your money from."