Acceptance

Chapter 7: Spider Fight

It took some fast talk, but Spider-Man had managed to convince his aunt that he was there to see Peter Parker (himself) about the pictures he took for the Bugle. He had gone out the door then back through his window in time to reply to the "I'm home!" and arachnid related questions.

Their morning patrol had him meet with a surprise. There he was, swinging through the city when he noticed a car chase. The weird thing was their were no cops involved. Just a cargo truck being chased by a motorcycle. Even stranger was that he thought he recognized the person on the bike. Black, skintight suit. Red hair. Being a ninja. Yep that was Black Widow. This was serious.

Spider-Man zipped forward to land on the back edge of the trailer before turning to Natasha. "Hey Widow! What's with these guys?" The secound the last word made it out of his mouth, his spider sense rang. He fipped backwards as a beam pierced the metal. "They've got lasers!? How'd they get lasers!? I want lasers!" He webbed (Venom still wouldn't do anything unusual in front of any Avenger besides Bruce) the edge of the back bumper to yank it off, landed on it. Then shot another line at the vehicle in order to be pulled along behind it.

He could feel the Rominof glaring into the back of his head. "They're Hydra!"

"A dragon!? We have to fight a dragon now!? How is it even driving." Please don't be true, please don't be true, please don't be true.

She opened her mouth, most likely to give whatever information she deemed him worthy of before groaning. "A secret organization."

"Ooh. A good one like shield or a bad one like -nevermind, you're chasing them so they're evil. Alright, how rough can I be without blowing up the block?"

She sighed "I guess you can help. As long as you don't total the truck we should be good." Only a superspy and a superhuman could have such a calm conversation while dodging lasers.

Spidey pulled on his web and flung himself back at the truck which totally didn't have a dragon in it. He kept to the front of the truck whole spinning to avoid the blasts. ([360 dive roll] See? He could dodge lasers.) Crawling to the windshield he punched through the barrier before yanking the drivers freaky laser pistol up to shoot the roof instead of the bug in the window. "Pull over! You are under arrest for uncountable counts of grand arson and 2nd degree murder!" The agent just looked at him funny. "Come on! You don't know the history behind the thing you named yourself after? Really?" He kicked the guy in the face.

Driver out? Check. Now for the hard part. Peter vaulted down and braced his hands on the truck. Then he planted his feet. Attempting to stop a moving truck while your feet tear up pavement isn't very fun, but he could do it. If the driver still had their foot on the gas it was another story. Growing worried that they were running out of road he damaged the second bumper by kicking it off and in front of the wheels. The whole vehicle pitched forward. He was carrying the truck now. He couldn't take that weight for very long. Without Venom he wouldn't be able to lift it. Now, with an almighty yell he threw the thing a couple dozen yards into the air before webbing it there. That was the first time he'd gone close to his limit since the bonding. Frankly, he was impressed.

Natasha whistled. "Didn't know you were that strong." She fired a wrist mounted grapple and zipped up to the truck. Man, he never got the cool toys.

There was the sound of a scuffle, however briefly, a pause, then the spy came repelling back down. "Too much equipment in there. I can't carry it all." She glanced up at the web, "how long will that last.

With some quick calculations Peter replied, "I'd give it an hour and a half before worrying. I could probably lower most if not all of it down."

"Yeah, do that."