Chapter 5
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5. Bowling Balls And Kingpins
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Extra Info:
-Some chapters will include lemon
-May include mature language
-May include sexual references
-May include violence
BEFORE YOU READ *
I'd like to apologise. I know it's been around a month since I last updated, but just know I'm not a quitter, if you're thinking. It may take time due to reasons, but I'll eventually update with the next chapter. How about we play a game? Let's see how much of a spider-fan you are. I'm going to write a hidden line or two somewhere in each chapter, and you have to find it, and comment it in a review. They'll be lyrics to a certain spiderman theme song, either in someone's dialogue or in plain text. Sound good? Don't worry, I'll try to make the first one obvious enough. Like, the obvious kind of obvious. Obviously obvious. Obvious. Also, write "milk" in the same review so I know you've read this. Also, please don't forget to review normally, so I have input on what you want. Enjoy.*
- Summary -*
10 years after the bite, and he was reunited with the symbiote. He was separated from MJ, but he'd found another woman to lean on. With his newfound strength, he was ruthless; unstoppable even. It was too perfect to last when an old foe crept back, back and better than ever. All was not as it seemed with our hero. He was back in black, but not for long. -SpiderCat/SpiderSable-MA*
Bowling Balls and Kingpins*
- OsCorp - Wednesday - 09:30PM -
The spider and the cat silently landed above on the roof of the OsCorp building in unison, both dressed in black and crouching from the landing impact. Peter and Felicia both got up, dusting themselves off. "Well," Peter began, "We got here early," he spoke, walking towards one of the vents on the roof. He then spoke, "I'll take the vent. I'm sure you can find your own way in." He ripped off the grate as the bolts popped off from the corners. He crouched, about to crawl inside, when he felt a hand on his wrist pull him back. "Relax, Pete. We've got half an hour," Felicia spoke, pulling him hard against her, his bulky mass causing them to topple over lightly on the roof. Peter was lying on top of her, his breath icy in the winter night. He spoke, "And what would you want to do in half an hour?" as he gently hung over her on his hands and knees, while she pinned herself to the ground. She smirked, playfully licking her lips and pulling his head towards hers, as they tiled their heads in opposite directions, as the symbiote around Peter's mouth retracted. Then, putting a hand against his chest and pushing him off, she teased smirking, "Not now, Mr. black, white and handsome." Peter let out a slight groan of annoyance and disappointment, getting up off the ground and extending a hand to help his girlfriend up, as his mouth became black with symbiote once more. She gripped his hand firmly, and he helped pull her up, trying his best, and when I say best I mean best, not to break her hand or completely fling her as he did so. Felicia did get up safe, but Peter was still holding onto her hand, and she felt a lot of tension, but no pain. "Woah, spider. That's a strong grip you've got there," she spoke, as Peter finally let go and apologised to her.
- 09:50PM -
It had been around 15-20 mins and the pair had seperately scouted the outside of the building, with Peter placing the many high-tech cameras he had bought around the outside of OsCorp, and several in the many rooms inside. With his avenger money and his job at Horizon, he modified expensive cameras with tech so he could see everything live as if it was high quality CCTV; the multiple video feeds were played on a second screen, each video in their own grid. Over his symbiote suit, he wore a
white utility belt, complementing the symbiote suit's design. Within the belt he contained tracers, the second screen, flashlights and other gadgets, including the electric blast device which he and his colleagues were working on in Horizon Labs. In the mean time, Felicia had been traveling around the building, seizing anything of interest, and keeping her senses alert for any sign of Tombstone or Kingpin's men.
They met eachother at the top of OsCorp once more, now with 5 minutes until the supposed time of the deal. Peter pulled the second screen out of his belt and turned it on, flashing a bright blue until it faded into darkness, until a split of white light shot across the device, revealing the camera visuals. He held it up to the side of his head, and thin black arms and ropes shot from his head, pulling the device into the suit, as if absorbing it. Now, the symbiote viewed the CCTV feed, and Peter simply worried about what he could see, hear and sense. "So," he spoke to black cat, confidently approaching her, "What'd you take from this abandoned hunk o' junk? If there's anything worth taking that is." Cat showed him a clawed right hand, revealing expensive jewelry, necklaces hanging off her fingers. She placed the score into her utility pouch, speaking, "To think a company like OsCorp would actually have something like jewelry lying around. Here," she continued, pulling something out of another pocket and handing it to Peter. He accepted it, taking it off her, rotating the small, circular device, eyeing it. It was technological, and was silver in colour, with a faint green glow in the middle of the device, the faint light contained behind an outlined square. "Hmph. Looks like some kind of battery or something," Peter spoke, flipping the device, to see the words, 'OsCorp Tech' , branded on the product. Felicia looked from the device up to him, smirking and replying, "Yeah, well I found it in one of Normie's goblin gliders down in that lab of his." Peter's suit absorbed the device for safekeeping, and he looked up at her and met her eyes, and spoke, "Thanks."
- 10:00PM -
The pair were perched on opposite sides of the building, both crouching on their own goblin gargoyles. Peter felt a slight ringing in his ears, which then travelled through his head, and was at its strongest intensity pulling at Peter's jaw. He looked in the direction his spider sense warned him in, to
see a huge, heavy man get out of a limo, which pulled up at the pavement, followed by what looked like a small militia. The streets were clear, no people out in the chill of the weather. Peter mentally commanded the symbiote to turn on his earpiece, and he heard the quite beep. "Cat?" he spoke. From the opposite side of OsCorp, Felicia turned on her earpiece, and she replied, "Spider." Peter hung upside down on the gargoyle, firing a thin strand of black webbing, reeling slowly upside down. He spoke, "The Kingpin's just got here. He's entered the building." Felicia stood up on the gargoyle, climbing to a lower ledge, eyeing something below. She crouched, and made out what it was. At the same time, Peter's spider-sense directed him to the same thing. Felicia fired a tether to the top of the building, and began to wall-run horizontally across OsCorp, and she spoke, "I'm guessing that's Tombstone then." Peter reeled down his web line upside down, flipping back round in a straight position, dropping onto a wall about halfway down OsCorp. He heard a swish and looked above to see Felicia skydiving as a tiny dot up high, who then brought a clawed hand to her waist and pushed a button, the tether slowly reeling back in on itself. Peter perched onto the wall, as Felicia's speed decreased, and she came to a stop before him, with no sudden whiplash. They exchanged a look, and Peter then turned and looked towards OsCorp, about to plunge a fist into a clear glass window. He was stopped by Felicia, who spoke, "It's either guns blazing or we can handle this quietly," as she stretched out a clawed hand, quietly screeching a circle around the barely vibrating glass, creating a pop-off lid. Peter's suit had been disturbed by the vibrations, yet it wasn't bad enough for pain or annoyance. The symbiote kept viewing the second screen, sending images into Peter's brain about what was going on, as the pair silently snuck into the pitch-black room. Peter commanded the suit to set the CCTV feed to record through the second screen, for evidence to finally lock the two criminal masterminds away for good. "Felicia, have you still got your night vision lenses I gave you the other night?" Peter asked, dropping silently through the top. She nodded, following him, speaking, "We could've just entered the same way as before. You know, when we were scouting?" Peter shook his head in annoyance, then saying, "I can barely see in this darkness. My other senses will have to suffice. Come on." Felicia pulled a container from her pocket and slipped on her night vision lenses, an electric wave of energy surrounding her eyes, until she saw clearly, once again seeing what she more or less saw moments ago
when she enjoyed her free shopping. Then, the two discussed the final plans and split off in seperate directions.
The two men each had met in a dark lab facility, with trained guards posted around the perimeter, as one of them flicked on the old and dim lights, which crackled and sparked before sizzling on. The guards were mainly sharp-eyed marksmen with guns at the ready, supported with flashlights and laser sights. Lonnie Thompson Lincoln (Tombstone) was already waiting for the king of crime, holding onto his case. As Wilson Fisk (Kingpin) entered the room, he brought in his own case, heavily shutting the door behind him, the impact causing a rusty old sign to fall off the shaking walls around the door. The dim light could barely make out the appearance of the two men.
Fisk was a bald, white man, and had come in an overly large purple-pin-striped white blazer and trousers, with a black undershirt. He also wore a lengthy silver tie which squeezed - almost choked - him around the collar, creasing into his neck fat. His hands were gigantic - almost bigger than a silverback gorrila's head. He was extremely tall and bulky, and seemed to be a black hole of never-ending mass and fat, as well as money and strength. Despite all this, his head was disproportionately small compared to the rest of his mass. His forehead was wrinkled, and his eyes had pink, veiny bags underneath. On the other hand, Lincoln was pale-grey in skin colour, almost a light blue; almost ghostly. His hair was the same colour as his skin, and was short and straight, with a 'V' shaped point in the middle of his hairline, which widened out and extended to his sideburns. His teeth were sharp, almost like a shark's, and his nose was hideous. His lips were a darker version of his skin colour. He was muscly and huge, and his abs and pecs were creasing his pitch black suit and tie. He wore respectable clothing, with polished wingtips.
The two men were alone in the room, doors now locked as the last few guards left the room and spread out. Wilson Fisk began to speak in a deep, growling voice, as if it were coming from his chest, "Taskmaster has successfully retrieved the final and only vial of Project X1X Bowling Ball. He had trouble with an old enemy of his, but he sent it through to me, and he has been paid his part," Kingpin opened his case, to reveal some sort of
large glass vial, which was filled with a glowing orange liquid, sealed off with a steel ball of some sort. Tombstone asked curiously, "Bowling Ball?" Kingpin simply replied, "Strike," as he smirked, "Now, my boy. Let's get down to business, shall we?" Kingpin asked, re-closing the briefcase. Tombstone replied calmly and patiently, "I'm not your boy, Fisk. And why so many guards?" Kingpin merely smirked, before the chubby fat man said, "Please. You think these men are for you? I can make a deal with you on my own, Lincoln. Hah, after the little pest destroyed the rhino and left him an inch from death, we'll need all the required-" Kingpin was interrupted by a flash of blue light in the corner of the room, and a series of short but loud clicking noises. He turned his head around and stared into the direction it was coming from, to find a grey, high quality camera, the Showstopper GT-500L , trapped in a black spider web. Tombstone kept his head straight and simply moved his pupils to look at the camera. Then, both of the criminals turned and stared at a blank wall for a fleeting moment, where they heard a deafening crash as if someone had been thrown across the room. They turned back to look at eachother, standing firm, with Tombstone tightening his grip on his case. "The spiderman is here, Fisk. Hurry up and trade. Oh, and let's destroy the camera afterwards," Lincoln said, face frosty and emotionless, walking towards Fisk, who walked towards him, case in hand.
Just as soon as the two men were about to exchange cases, a large "boom" was hard. Splinters of brick and iron broke from the wall beside the pair of criminals, with misty clouds of white dust. Shelves had fallen, sending old chemicals and test tubes flying around the room, as a figure was fired through the dust. A guard was screaming mid-air, with white dust sprinkling over the criminals. The guard flew straight at Kingpin, who reacted in time to catch the guard by the head mid-air and carelessly fling him to the side. A large hole was in the wall they were staring at, Fisk with a shocked and angry expression on his face, with Tombstone expressionless, although the rage could be seen in his stoney, piercing eyes. The powdered dust cleared slowly from the air, and from the rubble of the wall, a muscly figure emerged, carrying a body over his shoulder. He threw the unconscious guard at the feet of the Kingpin, and unfortunately for the body, he snapped his neck upon crushing impact from the edge of stone rubble, and nobody cared.
"One warning! Give up now and we won't have to grind your bones into dust!" Peter spoke furiously, holding his ground in a serious pose. Kingpin merely smirked and spoked, "Ah, spiderman. Always a 're still _OBVIOUSLY (milk)* * living on the edge* I see. You know you can't take us all on. That's a risk you're taking." Peter simply stared eye to eye at Wilson Fisk, Tombstone spectating simply for his own entertainment. Peter spoke, "All your guards are out. You should have stayed underground comping on your eight meals a day, Fisk. Now, we'll have to end your criminal rule. Once - and for all," Peter shifted his gaze to Lincoln, speaking, "And you're next." Almost a split second afterwards, Peter somersaulted over Kingpin, landing on his fingers and toes, from which he sprang his legs back to kick Fisk in the back hard, sending him grinding across the rubble and through the hole, leaving a streak of blood where he slid, and as Peter sprang up, he sprayed shots of black webbing over Tombstone, toppling him over as he became cocooned in webbing. "Stay right there, Tomby. Or we'll have to do it the hard way," Peter spoke. Then, he ended up sealing his case with him as he held it firmly, now trapped in the black cocoon, and only his pale grey face was visible. Fisk lost his case mid-skid however, and Peter approached him. Wilson Fisk's face was bleeding heavily and his nose was broken, but it didn't seem to affect him much, and he got up quickly, spinning around and throwing a right hook, missing spiderman by an inch, scrambling forward over brick as he did so, kicking away the chunks. Tombstone knew the strength of spiderman's webbing, and did not bother trying to waste his stamina trying to snap it and escape, but instead roll around to find something to escape with.
In the meantime, spidey and Kingpin traded blow after blow, and Fisk put up a fight against the wall-crawler, as camera flash after camera flash went on and on and on and on. During the heated battle, Kingpin and spiderman both kept going, neither side breaking a sweat. Enraged, Kingpin picked up the nearest object to use as a weapon, and threw the heavy object at Peter. He barely dodged it, but, miraculously, the object had been flung into the camera, destroying it. Shocked, Peter turned to look at it, distracting himself. To his advantage, Kingpin let out a whopper of a hand as soon as Peter's spider-sense blared, the first driving through Peter and sending him flying into the wall opposite him, planting him inside steel bars and beams as well as rock, sending splinters of brick flying, along with dust. Peter's
mouth mask rolled back, and he coughed up blood, sensing his broken, beaten body. He tried to move, but it pained him as he looked down slowly to find a stick of metal, twisted rebar stuck in his leg, impaling it. He mentally commanded the symbiote to pull it out, as thin tendrils came out of his shin to cleanly pull out the rebar from his thigh, sending it flying across the room, with a splatter of blood in its trail. The symbiote covered the wound, and slowly began its healing magic on Peter's body. Tombstone in the meantime had rolled into a mix of chemicals, burning the lasting webs as Tombstone resisted the intense heat. Then, he managed to get to a rough piece of spiky rebar, and began grinding on it, slicing through the webbing, which struggled to, but did in the end, split open after a while, and he threw his case to the side, and lay down for a moment, enjoying the freedom. Peter noticed he was free, and his spider-sense warned him of a charging Kingpin. We guess he chose the hard way, then, Peter thought. Peter was better and tougher than before but he knew he was going to struggle against both of the crime lords - his toughest enemies for years - he couldn't best them on his own after taking a hit like that - venom would barely make it in his current condition. Sure, he could most likely defeat one of them with the symbiote's healing abilities, but not two of them. He managed to barely flip up and over to dodge Kingpin even though he struggled, and was hurt and perched on the wall, his left hand over his broken ribs. He then shouted in pain through his earpiece, "Cat?! A little help?!" as Tombstone got up.
"Are you alright?" she replied, one floor above the battle scene, still with her night vision lenses, in the middle of interrogation with one of Tombstone's thugs about what was in the case, with the thug disarmed and lying in a heap on the floor, barely conscious. Peter was below, now venomised, and barely dodging and countering blows from the two, and, although he had the upper hand, he was quickly giving into the pain. "Actually, we're wounded. We can't take them both," Peter spoke with tension, barely managing to grab Tombstone, pulling him over his shoulder, throwing him hard against the ground, sending dust everywhere. Tombstone was concussed, and lay down. The anti-hero and the Kingpin continued to fight, with the pain Kingpin is dealing beginning to outrun the symbiote's healing. Back on the floor above, Felicia was about to leave, when the thug she was interrogating wiped the dripping blood from his clawed-up face,
and barely spoke coughing, "Is that your boyfriend? Was that the spider-freak? Tell me, like some spiders, did his dick fall off after making you purr? Cause I could hit your hot piece of ass without that problem any time." Felicia was enraged, but she didn't want to show it got to her, and walked back up to the thug, and then like lightning, she struck a hard kick to the back of his neck, knocking him out cold. "Just be glad I didn't kill you for that," she muttered under her breath, making her way to the scene below her.
Tombstone's concussion faded, and next to him, he looked to see venom and Kingpin struggling to gain the edge on either side. Tombstone had got up, ready to strike the colossal, black creature, but soon found himself pulled down again by a choking force around his throat. Tombstone kept calm and kept his neck tight, willingly dropping to his knees with the whip that was strangling him. Calmly, Tombstone pushed his weight forward into a roll, flinging the force over him, breaking the connection between the whip and his throat. Lincoln rubbed his neck and then looked ahead coldly to find Black Cat already moving towards him, claws extended, with a whip in her right hand. "You switching sides on me, kitty?" Tombstone asked, putting his fists up in guard in a boxing stance. Felicia stopped and said, "I weighed my options and what can I say? I hate losing," as she leapt towards Tombstone, ready to strike. Venom had finally overthrown Kingpin, who was now almost unconscious and lying on the floor. With a final jab to the head, there was a slight crunch in his skull as Fisk was knocked out cold by a large, fisted hand. Venom soon began to heal without any interference once again, but the damage he took from the battle with Kingpin and his leg wound would still take time to fully recover. All the pressure and strain taken by Peter in the battle by Kingpin made his thigh sting and pain with venom's mass, so, now in his normal spiderman size, he asked the symbiote to carry him, which it did, sending tendrils like spider-webs to lift him off the ground and carry him as he healed. He watched Felicia fight Tombstone alone, but he knew she needed his help - she would get thrashed after a while.
Peter knew that he couldn't just go in there fight; he would get himself and Felicia killed - he knew he had to play strategically. He remembered how Eddie Brock could camouflage when he had the symbiote as venom, and
Peter didn't even have to ask the symbiote to turn him invisible due to their shared thoughts. Now camouflaged, Peter zipped himself up towards the ceiling and perched, as the fight continued, with Tombstone gaining the upper hand on Black Cat. Through his comms, Peter hurriedly spoke to Felicia, "Don't say anything. You won't be able to see us, but when we tell you to get out of there, move. You'll know when." Felicia let it sink into her head as she narrowly avoided Tombstone's attacks, as she slashed and kicked at him, using her skills in martial arts. From above, Peter put a hand into his utility belt, pulling out several disc-shaped, flat red spider gadgets, but they had no spider legs. From another utility pouch, Peter pulled out a glowing, red and blue, low-blast bomb. "These really need a black and white paint job," he muttered to himself, silently dropping down to the ground, almost stumbling to the ground because of the slight pain in his thigh, which was healing at a steady pace. He sorely ran towards a shelf of chemicals, ignoring the pain in his thigh. Mentally, the symbiote saw from the second-screen that Felicia was down on the ground and was struggling to fight back against Tombstone. "Dammit. Hurry, Pete," he whispered to himself. Quickly, he grabbed a test tube from a shelf, then made potassium nitrate, and at the same time, symbiote tendrils branched off of Peter, collecting more ingredients: brown sugar, and baking soda. Peter mixed the ingredients in a test tube, and after a minute or so, he was good to go. He looked over his shoulder to see Black Cat on the ground, with Lincoln about to stomp her out, and, still camouflaged, he spun webs to yank back Tombstone's arms, confusing and angering him as he snapped his head around to see black webbing coming from the shadows. Peter yanked Tombstone to the ground, and yelled loudly, "CAT, NOW! CLEAR THE AREA!" as Felicia hurriedly got up off the ground into a crouch, then performing a large backflip to clear the area, then grappling to the ceiling with her grappling hook after a second bounce from her momentum. "Please work," Peter whispered, as Lincoln snapped around to find Peter visible. He sealed the test tube with webbing, and then pulled out the discs and bomb. He attached the explosive device to the test tube, and threw it in the air above Tombstone, Felicia grappling to Peter's side of the room, watching from the ceiling with a hand on her injured ribs. Tombstone ran speedily and calmly towards Peter, kicking Fisk's unconscious body to the side, meanwhile Peter threw the many discs after the tube, as silver blades popped out in the form of spider-legs. The discs chased Peter's set tracker
in the bomb, slicing the exterior and hitting the fuse, the many discs speeding up the process. The bomb exploded, igniting the chemicals inside the tube. Tombstone stopped in his tracks as clouds of thick smoke rained down upon him, completely blocking his vision and filling his lungs.
Tombstone stayed calm in the smoke, ignoring the burning pain in his lungs, his eyes searching for any sign of movement. Inside, he was angered, and he knew there was no point trying to search as he could only see what was centimetres within his eyesight. Felicia was outside the smoke, frantically searching for Tombstone, and more importantly her boyfriend. Speaking of which, Peter relied on his spider-sense to guide his direction, as he entered the smoke, willingly closing his eyes. The symbiote filtered oxygen from the gas, letting Peter breath happy. Peter's thigh had healed enough, and he was glad as of now. Peter sensed Tombstone's body heat within the smoke, and he approached him. From Tombstone's point of view, all he saw were black fists and feet impacting his body, as a barrage of attacks punished the grunting criminal, making him bleed. Both were blinded, but Peter still had the advantage, and he venomised, grabbing Tombstone by the torso, flinging him out of the smoke cloud, with trailing ash flying after him. The muscly villain flew into the brick wall, then dropped down, collapsing. Venom transformed as he made his way outside of the toxic cloud, the symbiote relaxing after tolerating the heat.
Felicia hopped down from where she was, landing on her feet and hands, just outside the toxic smoke. Peter met her with a quick kiss, then placed his hand over hers, slowly removing it from her wound. They shared a look as Peter kept a hand on the bruise, making Felicia shiver from the warmth of his hand in her cool body. Felicia felt a strange sensation as the symbiote from Peter's fingertips detached off him and wrapped itself around her wound, beginning to heal her. Her breathing quickened then slowed as she felt the magic take place. Peter spoke, "Don't worry. It's only healing you. It's not going to bond or anything." Felicia replied, "That's a relief. To be honest, it's kind of weird when you address yourself as plural. It's like you're with another person… a third wheel. It hangs around with you like you're married or something. Hell, it's literally always touching you. No offense if you can hear me, black." "None taken," it spoke to Peter, who replied jokingly and annoyingly, "Ohmygod. Felicia Hardy, the queen of:
flirt, burglary and dressing up in tight, hot catsuits, we ask you now. Are you jealous? You're totally jealous!" Felicia crossed her arms, and, very clearly trying to hide her clear jealousy, put on an annoyed face, and replied, "Of that? No! Why would I be? It's just a suit after all!" as she tried to hide her tomato-red face. Peter surpressed a wild laugh and instead chuckled, bringing Felicia into his arms, as he spoke, "Just a suit, huh? Felicia, you've got me crying here. Don't be jealous. You're who we wanna be with - who I wanna be with. Besides, you're a human being. What can I do with a human compared to an alien? It's pretty funny how you're jealous over this." Felicia rolled her eyes, and with her face still tomato-red with embarrassment, she replied, "I'm not jealous, Peter," as she seperated from Peter's arms, "We should grab the fish and get going." Peter nodded his head, "Yup. We're just surprised the NYPD or something hasn't shown up yet. It's like the main walls are soundproof or something."
Can't use the camera from this room as evidence , Peter thought to himself, disappointed that his high-tech camera had been destroyed. He and Felicia walked through the now clear smoke, with Felicia holding her breath. Peter got out of the toxic zone, and fired a web to reel Felicia out with him. As they walked over to Kingpin, Felicia said, "Wow. It may be clear now but that's still toxic as hell." Peter replied, "It's flammable too, so watch out for any… fiery chemicals." They walked over to Kingpin, and as Peter picked up the giant mass over his body, he instantly dropped the hulk of fat in shock; blood gushed out from his mouth like a waterfall as soon Peter held him belly-side-down. Felicia flinched in disgust as a pool of blood formed around her feet. "You hated the guy, and you know I don't mind you killing, but you didn't have to kill him this bad ," Felicia spoke, moving to Peter's side, who replied, "Yeah, we kill now, but we actually wanted this one to suffer in jail. This wasn't us." Felicia looked at Peter's masked face, then speaking, "Then who?" Peter turned away from Kingpin, and in realisation, said, "Tombstone!" As if on queue, Lincoln appeared on the other side of the smoke, suddenly twice his size in muscle and height, his veins suddenly a deep black colour behind his pale skin. He held an empty glass, vial, which Peter and Felicia recognised, and witnessed Tombstone crush it into shards between his fingertips. Peter and Felicia became defensive, and Peter asked, "Did you find out what was in the vial?" Tombstone smirked as he slowly walked towards the two, and Felicia explained it was a fluid like the
goblin formula but almost 10 times worse, however it does not mentally affect the user in any way. Tombstone did not go for the pair, but instead he walked through the smoke and he went to a broken shelf, picking up many chemicals. Tombstone spoke angrily, "This formula - Bowling Ball - I had to test it's powers. I killed Fisk with a light jab to the gut. Now I may as well test my endurance. It's either do - or die."
Peter's eyes widened in realisation of what he was about to do, and without hesitating, he turned to Felicia, picking her up. He created a thick barrier of webbing across the room, and placed Felicia in between. "Wait, what are you-" Felicia was interrupted as she was slingshot out of a window, bracing herself as she broke through the glass. To break her fall, from the same window, Peter shot a large spider-web in the form of a large mattress, reaching up and attatching itself below Felicia, who began to fall in the distance, caught in the web. Inside OsCorp, the smoke darkened and ignited, setting fire to the lab. The chemicals reacted violently and became explosive, and Peter hurriedly slingshot himself out the same window, the symbiote paining and hurting wildly over the intense heat. From black cat's point of view, she saw Peter flying through the air, as behind his toned body, orange and yellow smoky explosions brought down OsCorp, destroying the evidence with it, as the people around the falling building screamed and ran. Peter webbed his way through the skies, forcefully landing on the thick cobweb Felicia was resting upon. "Sorry for scaring you like that, Felish," Peter spoke, lying down next to her, "All those guards inside. They're all dead. Kingpin's dead. Tombstone's probably dead. And there goes our evidence and cameras. It's funny how Lincoln took down the King pin under the influence of Bowling Ball. Anyway, how's your injury?" Felicia smiled as she carefully and easily peeled off the symbiote from her point of injury, and almost squealed as she felt it detatch from her ribs. She tossed the slime at Peter, who re-bonded with the fraction of the symbiote. "Injury's fine," she purred, "Thanks, black." Peter spoke, "Wait, we're naming it black now? Is it because it's black?" In his head, the symbiote said, "We like it." Sarcastically, Felicia spoke, "No Peter. It's because it's yellow." Eventually, the police and firemen appeared outside OsCorp, beginning a search on as to what happened. "Well," Felicia spoke, cuddling innocently next to Peter, "At least it's over. Over and 12am." Peter
was about to reply, but saw she was already asleep in his arms. "We're not even home yet. I guess I'll have to carry you," Peter spoke, sighing.
A/N: That's it for chapter 5. I will try to update soon. Did you find the lyric? Anyway, follow and favourite for more, and leave a review - it will be appreciated. Thanks.*
End of Chapter 5.