Talons of the Bird || Spiderman Fan Fiction

Chapter 6

~Pete, call me ASAP~

Peters phone chimed. He strolled over to it, knowing it could be Emily needing a chat. He picked up his phone and clicked her name. After a few rings, she answered. "Pete?" Emily could be heard obviously whispering.

"Em, why are you whispering? Is everything okay?" He asked, mild concern present in his voice.

"Yeah, I uh... Found my dad," She replied rather bluntly.

"Wha-" He was cut off midsentence.

"He's a bad man, Pete... I think he's behind those masked men at the bank. I found their hideout, they're stationed at the dock,"

"Em, are you mad?! Please tell me you're not there right now?" He panicked

"Pete, you know I'm a terrible liar..." She didn't want to confirm it as she didn't want him to worry.

~click~

"Pete..?" She scowled at her phone. 'Shit, did I piss him off?' she wondered to herself. By this point, she was crouched behind a storage box by a warehouse. Armed masked men were dotted around the area. She knew that if she was spotted it would be game over so she needed to be tactical about this, so now would not be the time to worry about anyone else but herself. She noticed around a hundred meters from her, some stacked boxes were being carried inside to a storage room. If she could get inside one of them, she could get inside the warehouse. As soon as it was clear, she made her way over the truck they were being unloaded from. As she snuck down the side of it she noticed they were all nailed shut. Concentrating very hard, she managed to remove all four nails and the lid and had them float in the air ever so subtly, not to draw any attention. Now was her chance, the guards had their back turned. She ran as quickly and quietly as she could to the box before and took a giant leap landing in the box before allowing the lid and nails to drop back into place, securing her inside the box. She noticed the box was stocked with various kinds of weaponry, a few handguns, knives, grenades, etc. 'What is all this for?' She wondered to herself. Turns out her timing could not be better as she felt the box rising off the ground and the grunts of a few men trying their best to carry the cargo indoors. She listened carefully to hear if anybody was still in the room by the time her box had hit the ground again. She crossed her fingers as she levitated the nails and lid of the box off again to let her climb out. Luckily there was nobody around so she found her way to the nearest door and took shelter for a minute.

Her phone began to ring. "Pete! Where did you go?" She asked, worried for her friend.

"I'm at the docks, where are you?" He asked, the obvious concern now heard in his voice.

"Don't be mad, Pete, but I'm inside," She was honest.

"Shit, okay hang tight, I'll get you,"

"No no no, don't get involved you could get hurt!" But she was too late, he had already hung up by the end of her sentence. Just as she put her phone away guards could be heard behind the door, marching off down the corridor. She leaned up a bit to see through the window of the door to see about 6 men headed away. "Martin wants to see us now!" One of the guards could be heard shouting at the other 5 behind him. They were so quick in their stride, she could tell it was urgent to get him as soon as possible. She ran back to her crate to grab a weapon of some kind, any kind from the box. The first thing she grabbed was the handle of a knife, so that'll have to do. She ran back to the door and quickly but quietly opened the door and snuck through. She could see down the corridor was a double door with the last of the men go through. As it shut she caught a glimpse of a man that must be Martin. He had dark hair just like hers, with the same dark eyes. Damn, why did she have to inherit more of his appearance rather than her mothers? Seeing Martin made her blood run cold. He wore a smart suit as well, showing whatever he had come to New York for meant business to him. He was propped up lazily on a chair with his feet up on the desk in front of him. Before she could see anymore the door swung shut again. She ran up to the now-closed door and crouch below its frosted windows. she pulled the knife up to her face to see it closer. She had no plan, and no clue what she was about to do, but she knew she had to do something.

She pressed her ear up to the door to try and hear as much as she could from whatever it was they were talking about. It was way too quiet though, there was no way a door could be that soundproof. The door suddenly flew open to reveal her squatting down on the floor with a knife, staring up at the suited man, who had a devilish grin across his face. she pulled her hand back to give her some thrust with the knife only to have her arm grabbed by one of the guardsmen who entered the room earlier. This did stop her though. She let her powers carry the knife swiftly through the air and into his leg, making him let out a giant yell of pain. He pulled a hand back and struck her hard across the face. "You must be my beloved daughter," He said with a wicked laugh as he pulled the knife from his leg. The wound seemed to confidently heal itself right before her very eyes. She was quickly brought to her feet and dragged further into the room.

Meanwhile, Spiderman was on the scene, picking off the last guard outside quietly and cleanly. His heat sensors in his suit were showing him a handful of people inside one room, so he knew the only way he was going to be getting this done was very unfriendly. He found another crawl space to zip into, and within no time his crawlspace had led him directly above the room the people were situated in. He dropped down, webbing two of the guards up against the wall, as the other four fell back to his surprise entrance. He turned quickly to see a strange-looking man holding something under his arm. He was a very strange color as if his appearance had been inverted. His skin was pitch black with white hair and white glowing eyes, his suit appeared to have the same effect. As soon as he recognized the inverted colors of this man, he also began to recognize what he was holding in his arm. It was Emily. But her hair was not dark and her skin pale. It was all opposite, Her skin was pitch black, matching the man carrying her, Her hair now glowing white. She was unconscious and limp in his grip. "Emily! Drop her now!" He demanded. The man only grinned and laughed before dropping another smoke grande at their feet, letting the smoke fill the room. That energy from the bank was felt again in the air, some sort of static lingering. His thoughts were interrupted by a solid punch to the jaw. The other guards in the room had their vision impaired by the smoke so taking them down was no challenge. within seconds, all six of the men were either knocked out or webbed up with police on their way. "Yuri, head over, it's the men from the bank, but they've kidnapped someone. I need your help, ASAP!" He radioed through, urgency present in his tone of voice. He needed to find her.