Web of Insanity

“SHITSHITSHIT!” Rob yelled, Tyler running right behind him. If their little escape from Closeby Jail hadn’t been so stealthy and covered up enough by Hammerhead busting out…they were dead meat. Either the cops throw ‘em deeper in the slammer, or Hammerhead finds them. Neither fate was a good one, so all they could do was make a mad dash to anywhere they could take shelter.

They throw themselves into what seems to be an empty dusty storage house, kicking the door down and quickly propping it back up. 

They sigh in relief as they hear the sirens drive past. 

"Why the hell do I gotta escape with you?!" Rob says. "Fucking asshole." 

“HEY! I listened in on those goons talkin. I knew Hammerhead’s breakout was happenin today! Cuz of that, we’re home free!”

"No way we're fucking home free, you moron! Where the hell are we gonna go?! We ratted out on our own damn theft ring for less time! The second they know we're out, we're dead. What happened to your armed guys?" 

"What, Tony? Gale? The other two? I don't give two rats ass about them. Pretty sure one of 'em had cancer or something, but it was just for the job. And the other one had like, I dunno, I think he was a scientist or engineer or whatever, like I said I don't care!"

Their petty argument was interrupted by a sign falling from the roof.

“Oscorp Storage Vault” it read out.

"Everything leads back to fucking Oscorp!" Rob groans. "I don't regret joining that damn ring just to have a laugh at em."

“And then that weirdo started snatchin their tech before us. If he thinks he’s so tough, why don’t he just show his face?!” Tyler shouted, pissed off.

Rob bends down. "Hold on, lemme try somethin' here." He starts to knock on the wooden floor in multiple places. "Always had a knack for hidden stuff. Found a military bunker back in sixth grade, then when I was mid-way through college, found out my dad was having an affair."

Thump

“See? Secret stuff! Probably some shit Norman wanted to keep top secret.”

"Can't believe that dipshit’s running for Mayor." Tyler says as he lifts up the hidden trap door. "Yeesh. Dusty ladder down to hell." 

Together, they clambered down into the basement, which was full of military grade Oscorp tech. Laser weapons, high explosives, even replicas of Stark tech from their recent partnership.

“Tyler…WE HIT THE JACKPOT!”

"Jackpot has never been so damn creepy." Tyler says, despite a smile. He taps on a static screen. "What the hell is all this stuff?" 

"Got a name!" Rob squints at a small nameplate. "Adri- Nah, uh Adrian. It's Adrian…something."

“If I had to guess…that science guy, Adrian Toomes. Wasn’t he on the news?”

"Yeah, uh, I think it was the guy who punched a bear in the face?" 

"Nah, you're thinking of something else. Toomes…"

“Ayo, this stuff’s got a different name!” Rob says, looking at a pair of gauntlets. “Damn, Harry Osborn made this shit?”

"Someone's gonna be the smart one in the family." Tyler says with a laugh. "Seems like this thing is just a glorified wingsuit. Green…are there any green birds?" 

"Who cares?! Wanna put it on?" 

"I ain't risking my spine for a chance to play birdy." 

“Ey, suit yourself.” Rob says, slipping one of the gauntlets on. While struggling to get it on his arm all the way, he accidentally activates it, and it fires a thumb-sized shard of ice into the wall.

"Look at you, Mister Ice. Or whatever." Tyler answers with a frown. 

“This is, pardon the pun, COOL! Yo, with both of these, I’d be like a human blizzard! Damn, that’s an awesome name…Blizzard…”

"Good for you pal-" But before Tyler can finish his snarky remark, the wall where the shard had been shot cracked and fell apart, revealing a room inside. "The hell?!" 

Tyler takes a peak. It's dark, but there's writing on the walls and a desk. The phrase "Money makes the world go round" is written across the room in black, and Tyler takes a few steps back. 

“The fuck?!”

“Lookin like Osborn wasn’t just keepin tech down here…”

At that moment, an audio log started playing from some unknown source.

“Mr. Osborn, I’m this close to a breakthrough! The world needs a cure for this damned disease, not more weapons!”

“Otto, we’ve been over this. That nerve disease is your problem, and your problems aren’t covered in our budget. I’m cutting your funding, and that’s final.”

“But-”

“THAT IS FINAL, OCTAVIUS! I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR NERVES FAILING, ALL I CARE ABOUT IS MAKING UP LOST PROFITS!”

"M-mister Osborn, Norman, I-" 

"That's enough. I'm moving you to other projects. My son apparently needs assistance in something. He's building some sort of cryogenic tech, or whatever. As family, I'm letting him do whatever he wants, and as your boss, you are now working for him. Understood?"

“...understood.”

The audio cut out for a brief moment, before moving on to a different sound file. Something in text to speech.

“Money makes the world go round, does it? It did for me, until it was taken away.”

“...what the fuck?!” 

"Whoever the hell made these things must have a pretty messed up head." Rob says with a laugh, continuing to mess around with the gauntlets. 

“That name ain’t on any of the tech here! Toomes is on everything except those gauntlets, nothin labeled ‘Octavius’! This is fucked up…”

“Ey, I got something that’ll take ya mind offa that. We could take some of this gear and go kick Hammerhead’s ass! We could run things for once!”

Tyler looks at Rob dumbfounded. "You nuts?! No way, in a million years, am I ever putting that-" 

He's cut off as a whirring beeping sound is heard. The lights around the wingsuit turn on and an automated voice starts to speak. 

"WEARER I-I-IDENTIFIED. W-WEL-WELCOME BACK: [ADRIAN TOOMES]." 

"I ain't no fuckin’ Adrian Toomes, the hell?" 

"C-C-COMMAND RECEIVED. ELECTROMAGNETIC STRAPS ACTIVATED." 

Almost instantly, Tyler is thrown into the suit by an invisible force, his back perfectly against it as the metal starts to clamp around him. 

"WHAT THE FUCK?! HEY, STOP THIS SHIT!" 

"COMMAND RECEIVED. M-M-MOUTH GUARD ACTIVATED." 

A metal mask shuts itself around Tyler's mouth and only muffled yelling can be heard. 

"WELCOME BACK: [ADRIAN TOOMES]. IT SEEMS YOUR [FINGERPRINTS] AND [DNA SIGNATURE] IS NOT YOUR OWN TODAY. A-A-ADJUSTING TO SPECIFICATIONS…ADJUSTED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO TAKE YOUR DAILY TEST FLIGHT?" 

A muffled “NO!” was heard.

"S-S-SARCASM DETECTED. TEST FLIGHT PROTOCOL INITIATED. HAVE A NICE DAY, [ADRIAN TOOMES]." 

Without warning, the ceiling above the room opens up to the surface, and the suit starts to soar away in muffled screams. 

Rob looks up as the wingsuit flies away. 

"...these gauntlets were better anyways."

An hour passed by, Rob fiddling with his gauntlets, when Tyler finally returned.

"Hey, welcome back! How’d it go?" 

Tyler struggles to speak when the mouth guard suddenly opens. 

"OH THANK CHRIST I CAN SPEAK AGAIN! DAMN SUIT IS A NIGHTMARE!" 

“You aight?”

"As alright as someone can be when flying around in a suit mostly out of their control?! Maybe worse! Get me the hell outta here!" 

"A-A-ACKNOWLEDGED REQUEST. TURNING OFF ELECTROMAGNETIC HOOKING." 

The metal straps deactivate and Tyler tumbles to the floor. "Goddamn Artificial Technology crap. Kept thinking I wanted to go for coffee, nearly made me crash headfirst into a café." 

“Maybe you can…I dunno, shut it off?”

"Maybe…" Tyler frowns. "Ugh, how do I do that though?"

"REQUEST RECEIVED. W-W-WOULD YOU LIKE TO REACTIVATE THE JOKE TELLING PROGRAM?" 

“NO!”

“UNDERSTOOD.”

Tyler groans. "This thing would definitely be cool and powerful if it didn't have this damn annoying thing. OI! SHUT OFF THE AI SHIT OR SOMETHING!" 

“REQUEST RECIEVED. A-A-ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE PROGRAM S-S-SHUTTING DOWNNNNNNN…”

"Hah! How's that?" Tyler says triumphantly. "Now this thing’s finally useful!" 

As he says that, a small slip of paper is printed out from the suit. 

"The hell? What does the sea do when it sees another person it waves- This is the joke tellin' program, that's outside the Artificial intelligence thing, isn't it?" 

In a moment of rage, he hits the mechanical suit, and a small booklet falls out from the backside.

“Vulture Armor MK1 Manual”

"Calling your flyin' suit vulture? Ain't that not ominous or evil in the slightest." Tyler says with a laugh. "At least I know how to read, les see here…"

"Yadda yadda, artificial intelligence, flying stuff, sonic attacks, chance of giving ya…spinal cancer? Yeesh, well I'd take the risk. Uh, electromagnetic locking, non-integrated noora…uh, neural interface…eh, bunch of sciency terms, where's the start button?" 

Looking at the next page, he found out.

“Startup process…suit starts up automatically on entrance. The hell does that mean?”

“If I had to guess…just put the suit on?”

"Aye, let's try that then." Tyler says with a shrug, before putting his back against the suit. The green lights on the suit turn on, with the metal straps suiting him up, and the mouth guard clamping on much to his disappointment. 

He muffles a "god damn it" in frustration. 

"Hehe, at least you won't be swallowing a bird next time you're flying about." Rob says with a laugh. "Anyways, I don't need no flying, this freezing stuff thing is pretty neat!" 

“Y’know, maybe we should go beat the shit outta Hammerhead!” Tyler responded, having gotten the mouth guard moved down. "That guy may have a metal plate in his head, but he ain't got no flying or freezing!" 

"That's what I was talking about! We could become this town's new leader! Well, besides Fisk and his lousy goons, but nothing says we can't take em too!" 

“That’s for later. Now…we got business to deal with. We take out Hammerhead, then the Spider-loser, and make this city ours!" 

“Now you’re talkin’! The Vulture and Blizzard’ll run this joint!” 

"The…what?" Tyler questions in confusion. 

"Vulture! You know, like what the handbook says?" 

“Eh, guess that’ll work.”

"Does everyone have a bazooka these days?!" Hero shouts as he narrowly avoids a rocket, and then another, and another. "I thought these guys were escapees, not weapon dealers!" 

"We've got our ways, now why don't ya stay down and dead!" One of the prisoners shouts, firing a rocket of his own. 

Hero webs it up and throws it back, the explosion violently launching the escaped prisoners against a wall. Passer-bys scream and run away in fear. 

“And this is why we clear the backblast!” Hero says, dodging out of the way of a few more escapees and their firearms.

“STAY STILL, FREAK!”

"Uh, so I can explode into bits? Not ideal!" 

Hero groaned internally as he dodged around the bullets. One week goes by without a hint of trouble, and now some jacked up mobsters show up. He’d been planning to get Kel home from the airport after that trip, but these guys had to get in the way.

"Can we wrap this up?! I have an urgent appointment in a few minutes!" Hero shouts, grabbing one of the prisoners by the head with a web and slamming him against the ground. "If you guys were this coordinated legally, you wouldn't need to commit crimes, and I would be on time!" 

“¿Necesitas ayuda?” someone said from above.

Everyone, including Hero, turned their gaze upward. Another person, this one in an orange and black costume just like Hero’s except for the piercing orange lights from their black lenses, dropped down from the ceiling.

“¡Yo soy Tarántula, la araña con el veneno letal!”

Hero frowns. "Kid, it's not bad to play the hero, but this is a very deadly situation!”

"Oye! I'm no pretender! Watch this!" 

As he says that, the orange knock-off spider’s hit by a rocket and is blasted across the road. 

“Oi, no cheap shots, pendejo!” He shouts, quickly getting his footing and leaping towards the bazooka-holding goon. His hand crackles with energy as his slams two fingers into the grunts head, knocking him to the floor.

“Woo! Mess with Tarantula, you get…the VENOM STING!”

Hero looks at him, dumbfounded. "Uh, okay. That's pretty useful, but my point still stands, you gotta get out of here."

A grunt approaches “Tarantula”, a shotgun at the ready, but he dodges right as the weapon fires.

“¿Quién usa perdigones en una araña?” He shouts, delivering a swift kick to his would-be assailant’s jaw.

Hero quickly diverts another rocket away before it hits "Tarantula". "You're not bad, but just remember there's rockets flying about!" 

“Gotcha! Ey, Amigo, you’re gonna love this!”

As the bazooka-wielding grunt launched yet another rocket, Tarantula launched a pair of webs at it before flinging it toward the crooks at just the angle to not hit them, but enough to scare them.

"Hell, these two freaks are scary, let's get out of here!" One of them shouts, and the prisoners start to get out of there. 

"Hah! That's right, know the power of Tarantula!" 

"Wait, no! Don't let them get away, we need to make sure they're sent back to jail!" 

“No worries, I called the cops before my big entrance! You should probably get outta here, amigo, considering the warrant and all.”

"Great." Hero grumbles. "Guess I better move." He swings away in frustration. 

“See ya on the flipside, hermano-I mean amigo!”

Hero quickly changes out as he grabs the clothes he had thrown into the back of his car. He needed to get to the airport soon. He put on his shoes and quickly slammed down on the pedal, getting himself out of the alleway he had parked in. 

As he's driving, he quickly gets his phone and dials Kel's number in. 

Hand on the wheel, phone in his ear, he drives as the ringing sound plays in his ear. 

“Ey, Hermano! How ya doin? Still at the airport, I just got through security.”

"Good to know! I came into a bit of an accident, uh escaped prisoners with rockets blocked the path, I had to deal with them, you know? Anyways, hold tight."

"Okay, will do!" With that, the line hangs up and Hero continues to drive. 

"You're late, I thought I was gonna be late, what happened?" Hero asks as Kel opens the car door. 

"Eh, I left my luggage alone and security thought it was a bomb or something, so I had to go through a security process." 

"Why did you leave your luggage alone? You know what, nevermind. Let's go home. Did you get me a souvenir?" 

“...kinda. Got a surprise for ya, but it’ll be here in a few days or so.” Kel said, smirking.

"Couldn't just get me a snowglobe?" Hero says with a laugh. "Okay then. Uh, mom and dad are home today, so if they ask you for souvenirs, I'm not helping you out." 

“Fair.”

Kel looks at a receipt in the passenger seat of the car. "Flowers?" 

"...uh, went to see Mari earlier."

“Oh. So…how’s the whole ‘being a superhero’ thing goin?”

"Uh, had a strange encounter today. And also, it occurred to me I should start looking for a job if I'm not going back to university. Maybe I'll take a break for a few days, I think the police can earn their wages for once." 

“What, Overgrowth showed you up?”

Silence

“I saw the news from last week!”

“No, just…some weirdo playing hero. Called himself ‘Tarantula’. I appreciate the help, I just wish he stayed away since he seemed...young. And this can get dangerous."

“Hey, Overgrowth’s a younger hero too! Just sayin, heroes are of all different types!”

"Yeah but…I dunno, I've been in quite a few close calls and battles. I don't know if I want anyone else going through it." 

“Eh, someone’s gotta do it. Plus, every good hero has some buddies to back ‘em up!”

"What?" Hero said with a frown. "Like a sidekick? Like a Robin to Batman sort of thing, or more Justice Leaguey?" 

"Have you been reading my comics?" 

"Yeah, I have a hobby, and sometimes I'm bored." 

“You could ask first! Some of those are MINT CONDITION! Priceless!”

"Okay okay! Sorry, I'll ask next time." Hero says with a laugh. "Uh, I don't know if I need a sidekick, or a superhero group. Especially since everyone I've seen so far has been younger than me." 

"Well, you could teach them, you know, be a leader!" Kel replies with enthusiasm. 

"Kel I'm not- I'm not really a uh…leader, type, person. Oh look, we’re home." Hero parks the car out front and opens the door to leave. "Let me get your luggage. I'll open it in our room." 

"Uh, I'll handle it myself!" Kel quickly jumps in and takes the luggage from Hero. "I can handle it." 

"Oh, alright then." Hero says, surrendering control. "Go ahead." 

With that, Hero and Kel head inside. 

"Hey, where's mom and dad?" 

"They should be here…that's odd." 

Hero finds a note on the counter.

“Went out for groceries, be back later today!”

"Uh, they went out." Hero says to Kel. "Guess it's just us."

“...again.”

"...oh well. Uh, I'm tired from Spider-man stuff, and I don't think I've slept in…I think a day or two, what with all the escaped guys." 

“Yeesh! Go get some sleep for once!”

"Maybe you're right. Uh, I have a police radio on my desk, if it goes off, tell me so I can get up and help." Hero tells Kel, before heading to their room and landing headfirst into his bed. 

"You're sure it's here?" Rob says. 

"No doubt about it. This grocery store is a front for Hammerhead's secret drug distribution. Not even the other Dons know, but I do. I worked under that clown's sorry ass." Tyler says, looking down from their high position at the grocery store below. 

"So…we gonna bust in, make ourselves known?”

"Either that, or we…nah, that's pretty much it. Let's get to it, aye?" Tyler straps the mouth guard back on, and starts to fly with Rob underneath hanging by a claw. 

With a resounding ground shaking smash, the entrance to the supermarket is covered in solid ice spikes. 

“OI, WHO’S THERE?!”

A powerful sonic scream answered the goon’s question as backup came along.

“Who’re we?! We’re the guys who’ll run this joint! The name’s Blizzard, remember it!”

"Seems like we've got a couple of genuine shoppers!" Tyler answers as he swoops in with his wingsuit. "What say we don't just rob these Hammerhead morons, but do some good old proper mugging on the side?!" 

“You read my mind, pal! EVERYONE, HANDS IN THE AIR OR I’LL GIVE YA MORE THAN JUST A COLD SHOULDER!” ‘Blizzard’ shouts, firing a slew of icicles at Hammerhead’s goons.

The shoppers scream as they panic and run about, dodging the icicles. 

After awhile of tormenting the goons and shoppers alike, the cops finally show.

“FREEZE, DIRTBAGS!”

“If ya insist!”

In an instant, multiple officers and cars are launched into the air and frozen in ice. 

"HAHA! NOW HOW'S THAT FOR A BLIZZARD?!" 

"You know you technically killed them right?" 

"What? No, they're just frozen, they're alive once they thaw out!" 

“Whatever lets ya sleep at night.” Tyler says with a shrug, though it wasn't very visible with the suit on. 

“Well, that’s one thing dealt with. Hammerhead’s still out here, but what about the spider?”

“Spidey’s out for the time bein, so I’m pickin up the slack! ¡Yo soy Tarántula!” 

From the vent above, an orange and black themed suited person drops in and kicks Blizzard in the jaw. 

"Tarantula? You ain't that University loser, you're another street freak, just some kid! Playing pretend, aye?" Blizzard shouts.

“Nah, this is for real, pendejo!”

“Oi, ya really think you’re gonna beat both of us?!” Tyler says, laughing.

“I’d say no, but Mamá no crió a un mentiroso.” Tarantula retorts, already dodging out of the way of a few dozen icicles.

"Kid, I don't speak no Spanish. Let's talk with our fists instead!" 

“If ya wanna!” Tarantula shouts, backflipping over Blizzard and, his hand crackling with energy, slamming two fingers into his skull.

In a blast of crimson energy, Blizzard is sent toppling into a meat freezer.

"Hah! How was th- WOAH!" Tarantula is knocked back himself as Tyler activates the fans on his wing, a strong gust of wind blasting against the orange hero. 

“Seriously?! Little spider can’t handle a bit of wind?!”

"J-just this?" Tarantula struggles for a bit before getting back up. "No problem, you gotta up your game old man!" 

”OLD MAN?!”

“And your wings can’t handle a little web, pendejo!” Tarantula shouts back, blasting webs into the turbines.

The wings start to stutter and spark and they begin to lose altitude. Granted, they were in a supermarket, it wasn't much to begin with, but even so, Tyler slowly drops to the ground. 

"GOD DAMN IT! FRAGILE NO GOOD TECHNOLOGY, AS EXPECTED OF OSCORP CRAP!" 

"BLOCKAGE DETECTED. EMERGENCY ARTIFICAL INTELLIGENCE BACK ONLINE." 

"Wait, no-" 

"UNDERSTOOD. COMBAT FEATURES ARE NOW ENABLED. D-D-DID I HEAR YOU SAY: [MISSILES]?"

“…Well then. YA FUCKED UP NOW, SPIDER!”

Tiny capsule-like things shoot out from the wings and start to home in on Tarantula, who quickly jumps around in an attempt to dodge. 

"Hey! That's cheating!" 

“IT AIN’T CHEATING, IT’S USIN' MY DAMN RESOURCES!”

Tarantula hops from shelf to shelf as the missiles go off one by one. As he lands on the ground, an icicle hits him in the back, launching him into a couple of fish tanks. 

"AND THAT IS PAYBACK, KIDDO!" 

"That's a little cold, don't you think?" Tarantula says, starting to chuck random fish at Blizzard. 

He swats them aside, freezing a few. 

"HAH! I LIKE YA, KIDDO! I'LL MAKE SURE I BREAK YOU REAL GOOD- AAAAAA!" 

A lobster, having been broken free from the seafood section’s tank, had pinched his leg and he screams and hops around in pain. 

"You buffoon! I'll have to pick up the slack now!" Tyler says, swooping in towards Tarantula. 

"Buffoon? You really are old!" Tarantula says, dodging out of the way. "I'm pretty sure only like, old people say that." 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, KID!”

“ADVANCED COMBAT F-F-FEATURES ENABLED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO ACTIVATE [RAZOR FEATHER LAUNCHERS]?”

"Whatever those are! Go for it!" 

"U-U-UNDERSTOOD. LAUNCHING JOKE PRINTED RAZOR FEATHERS." 

"Joke printed?" But the feathers are already launched towards Tarantula, who catches one and hits away the others. 

"What the?" Tarantula squints at the sharp feather they caught. "What does a cow say when they're blocked? Moove over? Seriously?"

"PAY NO MIND TO THAT, LAUNCH MORE OF THESE DAMN FEATHERS!" 

"And people called me crazy when I said Siri was dangerous!" Tarantula says as another dozen feathers are launched at him.

"So what are you guys supposed to be anyways? One's an old man bird, and the other is like a walking fridge? What's with the theme coordination here?" 

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!" 

“Themes are cool, aight?! Plus, I thought you two were a team and had like a cool villain group name or something?”

"How about the 'WE SNAPPED A WANNABE HERO'S ARMS DUO'?" Blizzard shouts, throwing the lobster at Tarantula. 

“Tough crowd! But it looks like the tide’s about to turn!” Tarantula shouts as he gently catches the lobster and puts it down. 

“The hell’s he talkin bout-” Tyler says, before being interrupted by a vine slapping him across the store.

Blizzard turns to see where it came from and groans. "Great, it's Poison Ivy Beta." 

"You read DC?" Tarantula says in slight amusement. 

“Not the point, moron.”

“I-I’m not ‘Poison Ivy Beta’! I’m Overgrowth!”

“DON’T CARE!” Blizzard creates a massive ice shard and punches it right at Overgrowth. 

The small hero yelps as a vine appears to block the impact. He sighs in relief. 

"S-sorry, just nervous. Stage fright, kind of." 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT DAMNED SPIDER?! WHY’RE WE STUCK WITH THE JUNIOR LEAGUE HEROES?!”

"Forget it!" Tyler shouts as he gets off the ground again. "Let's show these kiddos that this is adult business!" 

“You wanted a Spider, here he is!” a familiar voice shouts from behind the duo.

Turning around, Blizzard is knocked to the floor by Spider-Man.

"Uh, seems like we're having a party. I'd show up sooner, but I was taking a well deserved rest, then I had another party with a gang of high biking gang members, and then I saw the frozen invitation." 

“DO ANY OF YOU SHUT UP?!”

“Hey, you try fighting a crazed villain without saying anything! This calms the nerves!”

“I’LL FREEZE YOUR MOUTH SHUT!”

Clapping the gauntlets together, a blue icey beam is shot out, which Hero jumps over.

Firing a web, the gauntlets are stuck together. 

“Least you guys seem a bit easier than Electro. Hey, weren’t you guys arrested before?”

"Yeah, damn straight!" Tyler says, flying right towards Hero and picking him up, dragging him up a wall. "Because of you, we're now on the run, but I guess if we weren't, our game would still be zero, so let me repay the favor!" 

Hero grunts as he's thrown aside. 

"Should have stayed in school!" Blizzard shouts, breaking his gauntlets out of the web and smashing down on the ground, creating a small hill of icicles. 

“Forgetting someone?” Tarantula asks, throwing a heating pad at Blizzard with incredible force.

He's launched across the supermarket, right at Tyler. 

The two of them fall down, struggling to get up. 

"Thanks, you two, now get these civilians out of here." Hero says, taking a few steps toward the two villains. 

“Gotcha, amigo!” Tarantula replies, pulling some of the shoppers towards the nearest emergency window. 

Overgrowth does the same, smashing the frozen entrance open and leading people out. 

“Oi, bird-brain! Come and get me!” Hero shouts, beckoning Tyler.

“IT’S THE VULTURE, HALF-WIT!” Tyler shouts, firing half a dozen bladed feathers. 

“Ooh, so close! Cmon, hit me! Or are you chicken?”

“Hope this works…”

"YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE GETTING FROZEN TODAY, SPIDER-BOY!" Blizzard shouts, picking up a massive icicle and swinging it at Hero. 

At the same time, “The Vulture” comes in for a flying tackle.

Hero, smirking under his mask, webs himself up to the ceiling, the villains’ attacks striking each other.

They grunt as they collide against a wall together. In that singular moment, Hero quickly shoots as many bursts of web as he can, and soon enough, the two of them are stuck in a not-so-loving-embrace. 

"One of you is going to jail, the other one, hopefully a good old folks home for birds." 

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Ignoring the duo’s outburst, Hero looks around at the goons on the floor.

“Lemme guess, you two got out during that breakout last week. Hammerhead’s here, of all places. Well, that’s someone else to deal with.”

One of the goons laughed. "DEAL with Hammerhead? Our boss ain't no person, he's like Frankenstein's monster, if the monster could speak, fight, had a metal plate in its head and transport drugs." 

“Well, if he’s like Frankenstein’s monster, maybe he’s misunderstood.”

"Ain't no way the boss is misunderstood. The only thing you're misunderstanding is how broken your skull is gonna be when he finds you." The goon replies with a chuckle. 

"We’ll see about that." Hero answers, webbing the goons up and swinging out of there asas the sirens start to sound. 

When the cops arrived, the goons (plus The Vulture and Blizzard) were still there, as well as a note.

“Spidey ain’t the only web warrior here now! From, Tarantula!”

"Great." One of the officers says with a groan. "Looks like we've got more 'heroes' to arrest." 

"They're not all bad." Another one answers. 

"Tell me that again when our taxes go up from the damage here." 

“Just haul these guys off, we’ve got two more costumed idiots to drag to Oscorp.”

Hero climbs in through the window of his room, just in time as his parents come home. 

Quickly changing out of his suit, he gets into his casual home clothes. 

"Kel!" Hero says as he sees Kel reading on his bed across the room. "You were supposed to wake me when the radio went off! I didn't see you when I got up, where did you go?" 

"Uuhhh…I went for ice cream, the truck came by." 

“…Did you-“

“Check the freezer.”

Sure enough, Kel had left a fudgesicle in the freezer.

"Ugh. Half-eaten? Really?" Hero says in disgust. "You couldn't help yourself." 

"Ehe, sorry." 

After Blizzard and The Vulture were left at Oscorp, Norman put them under the watch of the man behind the Vulture suit: Adrian Toomes.

“Keep watch, use them however, I don’t care. Just make sure it makes a profit.” Norman said, leaving the room.

Shortly after, Toomes removed the pairs handcuffs.

“On one hand, you stole my tech and used it to rob a damn grocery store. On the other, you two work well together and quickly figure out how it worked and new ways to use it. So…how about we make a deal? I give you two some much needed upgrades, and you two help me get to work on taking Osborn out of the picture.”

The two looked at each other.

“What about that damned Spider? Well, both of ‘em?” Blizzard asked.

“Rest assured, they’ll be dealt with. Besides, under my command you two’ll be near untouchable by the law. So…you two in?”

He extended his hand towards both of them.

"So…what, you're the big boss here?" Rob says with a chuckle. 

“With you two, I will be. I trust you found that old recording in the vault?”

Tyler thought back to that moment.

“Octavius is still out there, matter of fact. He’ll need us to bring Norman to his knees. Besides…all of us hate Osborn.”

For a moment, all of them were still.

Then, both The Vulture and Blizzard shook his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you two.”