"GET IN THE CAR, FAST!" screamed one of the men opening the black truck and throwing his bag in before hopping in while the others followed. The car quickly accelerated while the onlookers gasped and gossiped.
Peter continued to swing chasing the car through all its turns. As Peter zipped nearer he lowered himself closer to the height of the truck. The truck reached an intersection and quickly turned right leaving cars to quickly halt and honk their horns.
Using this Peter webbed the roof of the truck and pulled himself onto it causing a loud thud and dent to protrude inside.
"What the?" mumbled one of the men while the others in the back looked at the dent while Peter slowly crawled closer to the front of the truck.
"CHECK THE ROOF BART!" ordered the man.
Bart sighed and rolled down the window next to him peeking his head out with a pistol in hand. He looked up to see Peter staring right at him.
BANG!
The sound of the gun roared as Peter maneuvered his head out of the way before catching the gun with his web yanking it away from the man and webbing his eyes with his other wrist.
Bart sprung back into the truck and yelled trying to rip off the webbing from his eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" questioned the man in the back.
"SOME FUCKER ON THE ROOF!" yelled Bart in response
The man pointed his AUG towards the roof signaling the other to do the same. Peter's sense went off causing him to swiftly crawl to the side of the truck.
The sounds of rapid gunfire echoed throughout the car and screamed throughout the streets as the holes in the roof became more apparent and the dark car became brighter. After emptying their mags the men stayed silent in the back only hearing the final bullets hit the floor.
"Did we get him?" asked one of them while they swerved and fell over.
The car continued to drive and Peter continued to stick to the side of the truck crawling next to the door from where Bart shot at him.
As the car began to turn Peter webbed the side of the door and pulled it off from the side causing the driver to quickly look and yell "FUCK!". Bart was still clawing at the web when Peter pulled him out of the car, dropping and webbing him to the floor.
"HE'S ON THE PASSENGER SIDE" yelled the driver while occasionally sneaking glances at the broken door.
As the men dropped their SMGs and pulled out their pistole Peter let go and as the car began to drive away he webbed the back and pulled as hard as he could with his feet slowly sliding across the concrete. Smoke fumed from the back wheels as the back of the car wiggled around trying to escape.
"SHIT!" yelled the driver turning off the car, "HE'S STOPPING US FROM MOVING!" he added while taking his foot off the pedal.
"LET'S KILL THIS ASSHOLE!" yelled the leader as he picked up and reloaded his AUG which the others copied. He walked to the back door quickly opening it and began to rush out but while doing so, before he knew it, his gun was thrown out of his hands.
Peter swung the gun around before throwing it back at the man's head causing him to fall to the ground and hold his nose as it bled.
The man next to the leader looked down before looking back at Spider-Man only to just see black. He tried to get the web of his eyes while the other exited the car.
A burst of bullets flew past Peter as he ducked below it and webbed the man's leg, pulling backward causing him to land on his back with a thud, and before the other one could shoot he was disarmed.
Peter webbed the opened truck door pulling backward causing it to fly off its hinges and slam into the back of the other two.
The blinded one managed to tear the webs off of his eyes and began to stride towards Peter with his fists held up followed by the disarmed one.
The man threw a hook which Peter swiftly ducked and countered with a punch to the chest causing him to fall over. The other went to strike and Peter blocked it holding the man's hand in his his.
"I give up," he said laying down and placing his hands behind his back which Peter webbed in place.
While the last two started to get up Peter webbed their feet and guns to the ground. They tried to rip the web away but gave up when they heard the sirens and sighed.
"God dam" muttered the driver while slowly sneaking away before going in a full sprint. Peter webbed his leg causing him to fall face flat into the road. "SHIT!" he exclaimed banging his fist on the road before making himself comfortable in defeat.
Onlookers clapped at his performance while snapping photos and taking videos. Peter looked around and got quite embarrassed and decided to take a selfie with the guy who surrendered for his socials.
SOMEWHERE IN AFGHANISTAN
A woman dressed in a red and tight dress, long red gloves with long and curly brown hair walked through the sand towards a small tent, opened it, and entered.
There sat a man with long and messy, black hair along with a full beard. He was currently shirtless and had some body hair with his belly fat overlapping over his worn and dirty jeans. He was stuffing his mouth with burgers and fries. He stopped when he saw the girl walk in and stood up, grabbing a tissue and wiping his hands.
"Hello Wanda," said the man.
"Hello Lord" replied Wanda slightly bowing. "Why have I been called, may I ask?" she added.
"In two days we strike New York, I want you to prepare everyone," he responded wiping his mouth.
"Now? When there's an increase in superheroes due to the tryouts why can't we do it when things cool down, It'll be much easier" replied Wanda.
"That's exactly why. We can take them all out in one fell swoop, most of the world's heroes that pose us a threat are in New York right now and we can get them out of our way just like that" he said clicking his finger. "They are holding mock battles then so most of them will already be tired out and we'll know the powers of the ones we don't know about. I'm surprised this hasn't been done sooner, It's laughable how easy it will be" he added.
"Are you sure we can win?" questioned Wanda.
"Of course, you'll have me. I was given a power so great it could destroy a country, we all were. We are made to be rulers of this world and we've cultivated a powerful following Wanda and we can finally kill the ones in our way and take our place on our thrones. We were given gifts for a reason because no matter what they say we are not cursed or monsters but Gods. And we will prove it, I'll make sure of it" continued the man before leaving the tent and walking through the sand.