The Void

Chapter 6 - Escape

(Your POV):
My body tensed at his voice and I armed myself with my dagger, "just trying to help the city out, getting rid of the scum that fills it."

"No offense, but you don't really look the hero part," the kid replied, shooting webs around my wrist, pinning me to the opposite wall.

"Yeah well, believe it or not, I am just trying to aid the city," I replied, throwing my dagger back at him, but he was easily able to dodge it. Disliking being so compromised, I used another one of my blades to try to hack the webs off of my wrist. The knife was having trouble cutting the fibers and I noticed Spider-Man jumping down from his spot to ambush me.

Not willing to let him win this easily, I telekinetically pulled the ceiling down upon him, crushing him under the tiles. While he was down, I used my lighter to set fire to the webbing, causing it to melt. My suit was fairly fireproof, but my wrist still hurt as the flames licked the fabric. Hissing in pain, I quickly patted them out once I was freed from the wall.

"Woah, how did you do that?!" Spider-Man marveled as he unburied himself from the ceiling rubble.

I shrugged, "sorry, but I've gotta go! I'll tell you some other time!"

With that, I jumped out of the window, praying that I would be able to attach my grapple to the building across the street. Working as quickly as I could, I managed to secure it to a fire escape, swinging across the busy street below and managing to land safely on a set of stairs. Spider-Man, however, was not far behind, effortlessly using his webs to swing over.

I quickly detached the grapple from the railing, sliding into the nearest apartment. Screams of surprise ring out as I landed in the living room, causing me to immediately shoot the occupants with my silencer. I ran into the next room, knowing that Spider-Man would not be far behind. I had three options: keep running and take the risk that I would be unsuccessful at outrunning him when I was the one having to pave the way in unfamiliar territory, stand my ground and fight and risk getting webbed up again, or find a place to hide until he passed.

Knowing that it was the smartest option, although it was not one I would typically be prone to take, I began to scan the room for a hiding place. I found a under the counter cabinet that I managed to squeeze myself in, closing the door behind me, praying that he wouldn't find me in it.

Using my enhanced hearing, I managed to sense him entering the room I was hiding in, knowing that he had slowed down to try to figure out where I had gone. I focused on slowing my breathing, making sure that he would not be able to hear me from within the cabinet, but I was afraid that I was being unsuccessful as he took a step towards me. To throw him off my trail, I telekinetically opened and closed the apartment door, listening as he took the bait. As soon as I was in the clear, I emerged from my hiding spot and slipped back out of the apartment, carefully stepping over the bodies of my victims.

Webbing still hung from a fire escape above me, left by Spider-Man when he had swung over. Curious to know what the stuff was made out of and how to best defeat it, I climbed up to that level of the fire escape and ripped it from the metal. After securing in a pouch and attaching it my utility belt, I checked to make sure I still had both the hand and the eye from my kill earlier before making my way back to my apartment.

There were people on the streets below gaping up at me, probably having witnessed me swinging across the street with Spider-Man in hot pursuit. I didn't mind the attention, but I knew I would have to need to get out of the public's eye before reaching my apartment so that they would not be able to figure out where I lived.

I took back streets home, added with a number of tricks that I knew about losing tails. Once assured that no one was following me anymore, I made it back to my apartment and entered through the window, leaving the hand and eye for my parents when they returned from work and then bringing Spider-Man's webbing into our small lab set up in the apartment.

With the knowledge that I also had homework that I needed to get done nagging in the back of my head, I began to run tests on the webbing. The machine was able to decipher the chemical compound of the webbing and from that I was able to draft ideas for chemicals that I could coat my blades in that would cause it to dissolve. Working for about an hour, I was finally able to mix four different solutions that I hoped would give me the desired effect.

The first chemical had no affect on the webbing, the second sparked flames and was able to sever the webbing that way but I deemed it too dangerous and unstable to actually using in combat. The last two chemical, however, were successful in allowing the blade to slice through the webbing although it were a piece of cake. I smiled at my accomplishment and immediately began to soak my blades in the two formulas as I realized that night had almost fallen outside and I still had one more task of the day.

Waiting my blades to dry, I decided to make dinner and get a start on my homework. As I drifted through what I would have to do that night, I suddenly realized that I needed to FaceTime Parker so that we could finish our partner work. Swearing under my breath, I shimmied out of my suit and sprinted into my room, which was probably the most normal looking part of the apartment. Spreading the work out across the bed, I hesitated before replying to his text earlier that he had sent to confirm he had the correct number by asking if he was available to work at the moment.

I got a response almost immediately saying that he would call me and I held my breath in anticipation before the notification popped up that he was trying to FaceTime. My finger hovered over the accept button for a moment, but I finally got the courage to answer the call and found Parker's smiling face looking at me through the screen.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about me," he teased as he seemed to be organizing the homework that he had out in front of him.

I rolled my eyes, "more like trying to postpone having to actually do the partner work. Now I don't have much time, so can we please focus on the questions?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm sorry for taking you away from your reading. Wait, are you eating mozzarella sticks?"

"It's my dinner, you have a problem with that?" I questioned, opening the document we had shared and scrolling down to where we left off.

"Only because you're not sharing them with me. My aunt would never approve of that for a meal."

I shrugged, "my parents are working late tonight and I have too much work to worry about a full out dinner. Now, how about we focus on physics instead of my eating habits."

We spent a bit longer than I had planned finishing up the questions, probably because Parker kept getting sidetracked and asking me questions about myself. Once we finally finished, I grabbed my dried daggers and suit to kill my last target of the day so that I could get back to my apartment and finish up my homework.

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(A/N): Here is the next chapter, as promised! You've fled from your first fight with Spider-Man, but who do you think would win if you stuck it out? I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!