[Peter]
After a while of running through the crowd of people, I finally found a nice alleyway I could store my things in. I ran in and downed my frappé as quick as I could, giving myself a small brain freeze.
I hid behind the bin and pulled out my suit from a hidden compartment in my back and replaced my clothes, stashing them in the bag.I did a few stretches to get my blood pumping before webbing my bag to the wall, high up, so no one could steal it like last time.
I ran up the wall and along the roof of the buildings, looking as the end drew close. I jumped, feeling the air swarm all around me in an embrace; I could never get fed up with this feeling.
I started to swing through the streets as people around glanced at me, taking photos and talking about it. Whole crowds started to do it ever since I became an Avenger; fame really is no joke.It wasn't long before I reached my destination, Goodford Bank.
It was very square in shape and seemed old rather than new, somewhere in the middle probably. Outside were police cars and barriers barricading the surroundings so nothing could leave or enter. A small group of them clustered around the middle, and in the centre was a table with anxious police officers arguing and planning.
"They've got a fuck tonne of hostages, so we can't enter, and now they're demanding we get them a shitty happy meal. They're making us look like idiots. Can we get a superhero? Iceman maybe Terranox?" Shouted the man, loud enough for me to hear him from up here, clearly very angry.
I jumped down, landing on the car behind them. "You need help?" I asked.
"Please tell me it's Iceman!" Begged the man before looking around. "Fuck, it's Spider-Man!" He yelled, throwing the notepad to the ground.
"Woah, I'm not that bad. Right?" I replied, taken by surprise, hopping down to the ground.
The man looked to the sky with his hands over his face, "Why! Why! Why! We're doomed. Out of everyone, we get the guy whose powers come from an insect." Muttered the man, loud enough so I could hear every word, though.
"Dude, I'm right here." I said leaning against the car.
The man breathed out and looked at me before looking back and wincing. He looked back at me, "You're the best we've got, Spider-Guy." He told me.
I sighed. "What's the situation?" I questioned. Surely my reputation isn't this terrible.
"Right," said the man adjusting his posture. "Over there, that's the main entrance. The only way in and out are those two sets of double glass doors. Inside you have the main entrance, a long but narrow section with a hallway in the middle that leads to the lobby. The lobby is full of counters and bulletproof glass partitions. In the hallway there are two doors; the left leads to the break room and the right is the conference room. At the very back in the lobby is the security room on the left; that's where they have access to the cameras, and on the right is the vault. It's guarded by a thick and heavy steel door, and the combination changes every week."
He told me."What about the robbers? How many and where?" I asked.
"Thankfully we got access to their cameras; the bad news is that we can't cut them out without making us go blind too. There's a total of 8 confirmed. One is in the vault trying to crack it while two more guard him. One is in the security room looking at the cameras, and there's one each in the break and conference rooms. In the lobby we have 11 hostages and an armed assailant guarding them, and the last one is at the main entrance, patrolling." He answered.
"Are there any vents I can go through to get inside?" I asked.
"Yes, on the left of the building is an air vent that leads directly over the break room." He responded.
"Alright, that's how I'll get in. Wish me luck," I said.
"I definitely believe in your abilities!" Said the man. Though I could tell he was definitely lying.
"Can I take one of those?" I asked, pointing at a few smoke grenades set out on the table.
"If it helps, sure," the man replied.
I grabbed one of them and swung myself to the side of the building, ripping off the air vent and crawling inside. It was very warm inside, but thankfully I didn't have to stay long. Soon enough I reached the break room, and looking through the slits, I could see one of them, stashing bags, it seemed.
I gently opened the door and wedged it to the side before slowly lowering myself upside down, only slightly.I quickly webbed the guy's leg and threw him upwards, webbing his mouth shut and encasing him in webs, sticking him to the ceiling completely helpless.
I slowly and carefully dropped down and entered the hallway, looking around me to make sure it was all clear. I crossed the corridor and slowly opened the door.
"We're going to be filthy rich very soon, my friend," said the man as he started to turn around.
In surprise he quickly leaped for his walkie-talkie; meanwhile, I yanked it towards me and crushed it in my hands, and before he could scream, I wedged it shut. The man held his mouth in disbelief while I pulled his head towards me and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious across the room.
I poked my head into the hallway and looked both ways before climbing across the ceiling into the main entrance. The man stood there holding a large gun, looking through the window, taunting the police. I climbed right above him and landed right at his back, tapping his shoulder.
"Huh?" He muttered, turning around before flying into the double doors and becoming webbed to the floor.I entered the hallway again via the ceiling and made my way to the lobby.
They were all clueless as I climbed along the wall and made my way to the security room. I saw another vent and crawled through its maze-like structure for a while before reaching the room I wanted.I peeled back the door and saw the robber snoozing in the chair with his legs crossed. On the camera it looked like he was watching them, but seeing it in person he was definitely just sleeping.
I gently fell to the floor, and as he started to wake up, I made sure he wasn't leaving that chair any time soon.Now only four more remained. I looked at the cameras while one was drilling through the vault, two were guarding him, and the last one had fun abusing the hostages.
I threw the smoke grenades into the lobby centre; as it erupted in a cloud, I zipped across and webbed the hands and feet of the guy abusing the hostages and threw him to the wall, sticking him to it.
"Shit! I just got the vault open; kill the fucker!" Yelled one of them. The other two nodded at each other, aimed their guns and started to walk into the smoke.
I lifted myself to the ceiling while picking up a bottle of water from the ground. When the pen just reached the ceiling, I threw it to the ground, and the two men shot at the area of noise; the light from their guns told me exactly where they were. I jumped down behind one and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious, and while he started to fall to the ground, I swung towards the other, grabbing him mid-swing and throwing him to the wall and sticking him there with my webbing.
Now only one remained.
I headed towards the vault from the smoke, and as soon as I left, my senses started. I moved out of the way as a bullet shot past. The man was standing in the vault, his pistol pointing towards me. He started firing, and I continued to dodge a few more times before webbing the gun out of his hands. I dashed towards him while he looked at his empty hand and uppercutted him into the air, and he fell into the bundles of cash behind him.
"Now that's what I call cold, hard cash!" I joked hoping someone heard it. I don't think any did, sadly. I thought that was one of my best. I walked towards the hostages. You're all going to be ok now!" I reassured them. As I started to tear the tape off their mouths, a loud bang came from behind me.
"Wow, that was a large shit!" Said another one, bashing the door into the wall.
I looked behind me as a man ducked through the door entrance and stood up to 7 feet tall at least. Packed full of muscle, with tattoos all across his chest and fury that matched his metal horns that went as long as Peter's arms. He only wore shredded cargo shorts, a Hawaiian shirt, a gold chain and sunglasses. It looked like he was on vacation."What the hell!" He yelled, glaring right at me as he threw his shades to the ground. "You think you can stop me from becoming rich? You're dead meat, Spider-Man." He snarled.
"You know my name!" I responded , quite happy with myself.