บท 7: Chapter 7: The Weekend (Part 3)
Downtown New York was always busy, especially in the morning, and it was a nightmare to try to walk through without drowning in the seas of people. Thankfully, Peter was in a coffee shop, so he didn't have to walk through the people-ocean. That morning, Gwen had emailed him to see if he was open for a study session. He had already set up a study session with Harry though, who needed a little help with the more complex math stuff. Peter decided to just let Gwen tag along, so here he was in a coffee shop with Harry Osborn and Gwen Stacy, discussing math and their former chemistry teacher.
Peter was, admittedly, paying little attention to anything Harry or Gwen or saying at the moment. Instead, he was watching out the shop's window at a bank. A rather fishy van had pulled up a bit ago, so he'd been keeping an eye on it.
A pair of fingers snapped in front of his face though, and Peter blinked and his attention returned to Harry and Gwen. "Hey, Peter, you okay buddy? You're kinda spacing out on us." Harry asked, his pencil wiggling in his other hand.
Peter shook his head. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just zoning a little. What problem were we working on?" Before either Harry or Gwen could answer, a deep rumble began to travel through the floor and rattling the windows. Peter's spider sense triggered here, but he needed an opening to change. "Uh, I need to to use the bathroom, I'll be back!" He dashed off to the bathroom, taking his backpack with him.
Harry and Gwen were annoyed by Peter running off, but they were more concerned with the big-ass metal robot in the shape of an upright rhino. "What the hell? It's literally not even noon, man!" Harry lamented, tossing his crap into his bag. "Gwen, let's go!"
And they would have gone, if not for the car that the robot chucked out of his way which tumbled and bounced in a barrel roll towards the coffee shop. Peter, coming out of the bathroom door and quickly zipping up to the ceiling as Spider-Man, watched the car in slow-mo. Reacting on the turn of the dime, he zipped to the front corner of the shop's entrance and spun a thick curtain of webs in front of the incoming vehicle. "Make way! The webs aren't a brick wall" Indeed they weren't, but his curtain of webs was efficient enough to halt the car's momentum enough that when it tore through the webs finally, it just kinda set itself down. From that particular strain, Peter furrowed his eyebrows at the slow trickle of blood leaking from his fingertips. He rubbed them off on his pants, closing his finger holes as his webs stopped, and ran out of the coffee shop.
Back in the street, the big rhino robot charged into the bank, several loud crashes heard coming from inside. Peter gritted his teeth and zipped, surprisingly not bleeding anymore, and dashed into the bank.
Or he would have, if he didn't have to somersault forward to avoid a goring horn. Mid-somersault, he shot webs, from basically a finger-gun, at the horn. He stopped flexing his fingers, halting the flow of webs, as he flew through the air towards the now-halted rhino. His free hand also shot webs, but up at the building in front of him. He yanked on this web, taking him from a straight bee-line towards this rhino thing into more of a clockwise arc with the rhino as the center of the circle. Peter came swinging around to the front of the big-ass rhino robot, both feet slamming into the face of it.
Unfortunately, that did nothing, and suddenly the robot flared electricity and then swatted Spider-man. The teen came crashing through the already-broken window of the coffee shop and his ribs smashed heavily against the counter, rebounding him to the floor on his side.
Both Harry and Gwen rushed to his side, but Spidey was already up, holding his ribs a little before he zipped right back out.
He heard two voices coming from the robot. The first voice was gruff, and sounded vaguely like maybe a New York mafia guy. The other voice had no accent, but it sounded like they were talking into a fan, with the modulated warbly way it spoke.
The two voices were arguing. "He got smudges on the visor! He must be squashed!" The gruff voice. "No, Alex, let's just do what we need to do and get me out of this god-forsaken suit!"
Peter stretched out his neck before he splatted some webs on the robot's visor. "I'll leave more than smudges, big, shiny, and grumpy!" The robot began charging at him again, and Peter ran forwards at it as well, attaching all 10 web strands to the horn and sliding between the robot's legs. He quickly came up to his feet, unflexed his fingers, and yanked hard on the thick rope of webs. The big robot, R.H.I.N.O., was half a foot from crashing into the coffee shop and killing who knows how many people, when suddenly its big horn was impaled in the ground.
Peter sprinted forward, trying to dig into the back of the robot for whatever circuitry it might have, but a giant cyan face, crackling with annoyance, thwarted him, a streak of electricity discharging into Peter's chest. He let out a very pained cry and flew back, the back of his head bouncing hard off of a pillar by the bank entrance. He took about 30 seconds to try to gain consciousness before he was picked up by the arm by R.H.I.N.O. Just as Peter was about to be pounded into the ground, he splatted webs onto the robotic suit's visor again. R.H.I.N.O. let go of Peter then, trying to get the webs off the visor. The fishy van from earlier was nowhere to be seen, as Peter took a few quick breaths to calm down. He could feel the warm sensation of blood running down the back of his neck from his head, and he was positive he'd cracked a rib in half.
The R.H.I.N.O. charged at him once the web was off the visor, and Peter zipped out of the way, the robot crashing through the pillar and getting its horn stuck in the wall of the bank. Peter winced, since breathing hurt, and began running through his options in his head.
And, wouldn't ya know it, he didn't have one. At the beginning of the fight, knowledge of Rhino's weakness had slowly begun to trickle into Peter's head, remnants of the comic knowledge his past life had held. But it meant nothing anymore. Somehow, Electro was trapped inside of Rhino, sorry, R.H.I.N.O.'s, suit. The only thing he could think of...'Hmmm...maybe. It's a long shot though.' He zipped away while the robot was stuck and looked for a fire hydrant. He found one, of course, it's New York after all, and he began formulating the rest of the plan.
"Hey! Big, dumb, probably ugly, and sparky! You need help getting out of that wall?!" Peter taunted. Enraged by said taunt, the gruff voice inside the suit yelled, ripping the suit's horn out of the bank wall and turned to face Peter. "Eep!" R.H.I.N.O. scraped his right foot against the ground like a bull before he began charging at Peter. Peter webbed the horn again, and slid under again, this time bringing Rhino's horn down just passed the fire hydrant. Electro popped up in the hole of circuitry Peter made.
"You already tried this, wimp! Get a clu-" He was cut off, as Peter yanked the fire hydrant out of place completely, water spewing up, as Peter webbed a manhole cover on the other side of the street and pressed it against the force of water, angling it into the cavity he'd previously made in the robot's suit. He didn't know if anybody was in the suit, but at the moment, he only cared that he, Gwen, Harry, and a lot of other people were alive.
A clean-up crew came by about 20 minutes later to pick up Alexander O'Hirn's unconscious and mildly fried body, taking the robotic armor he was in into a heavy duty evidence lockup. Peter snuck back into the coffee shop, reemerging as himself. He still held his ribs, and the hood of his dark red hoodie was up. He passed off to Harry and Gwen that holding his ribs was actually "Nah, just have a stomachache." And the hoodie did a decent job of hiding the fact that his head was currently cracked the fuck open.
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