Alex POV:
I wake up to the sound of pigeons fighting over something near the air duct. For a second, I forget where I am.
Then the pain I expected... didn't come?
I sit up, blinking against the city, engrossed in darkness. I can still see because of my night vision, though. My hoodie's torn to hell, dried blood flaking off the inside. But underneath?
Nothing.
I pull my sleeve up, just shredded fabric and clean, unbroken skin. No scrapes from when I skid across the pavement to cushion Gwen's fall.
Oh, right, that was Gwen! Spider-Gwen! I wondered why she didn't play a role in the MCU. Maybe because she didn't make it in canon. I changed that by saving her. I wonder what the ripple effect will be...
I rub my hand along my exposed back, where I took the shotgun shell point-blank range. No bruising. No blood. Just soreness, like Ive been doing a shit ton of lat pulldowns. And I'm hungry. Super hungry.
"What the hell…" I mumble. Did anyone come and heal me while I was knocked out? It looks to be around 4 AM right now, which means that I slept for either like 6 hours or 30 hours. I doubt it was the prior.
Does this have something to do with my powers?
I check my system and look at my abilities, and pretty much all it tells me is that I have the abilities of a bear.
When bears sleep... They hibernate? Did I hibernate? Maybe that's why I feel so hungry? Because I used my excess calories or something to sustain my body? I have no idea. Oh, wait, I have more important things to think about.
I check my phone to see if ned responded to the message.
He sent an address, with a message that says: "Don't go by yourself. Make sure you call me and Peter when your gonna go in. We were hella worried when we overheard the police comms saying Ursa was defeated, all bloody and bruised. Of course, they were probably overexaggerating, right?"
I sigh. I check the address on Google Maps, and with no surprise, its some warehouse in, you guessed it, Hell's Kitchen.
I dial our group chat.
Ned picks up in seconds, like he's been waiting.
"DUDE! What happened?!" he blurts. "You just vanished! I thought the cops arrested you! If it weren't for the voice memo and those police comms, we would've thought you got sniped or something!"
Peter joins a few seconds later, sounding like he just woke up. "Yeah, man. You okay? We were getting worried."
"I'm good," I say, standing up and stretching. "Passed out on a roof. Think I discovered a new passive ability. Kinda like a healing sleep or something. Bear nap."
"That's insane," Ned mutters, voice filled with awe. "You literally just slept the pain away."
"Yeah, well, we can talk about that later. Right now, we've got two kids still in danger. That warehouse in Hell's Kitchen? That's where the van went. I'm heading there."
"Rescue mission time!" Ned yells, hyping himself up.
"Pete," I say, ripping my shredded hoodie off myself. "How fast can you get there?"
"Twenty minutes," he replies, already rustling in the background. "I'm suiting up now."
"Good. I'll see you there."
-o-
I'm overlooking the warehouse from across the street.
It's ugly, concrete, rust, and shadows. One of those abandoned industrial warehouses turned into a den of crime.
Broken windows, Half-lit floodlights buzzing. A sagging chain-link fence, with barbed wire covering the top.
There's a scratched-up white van parked outside, missing its trunk door, and with no movement inside.
I expand my senses towards the abandoned warehouse. I smell metal and gunpowder. I hear footsteps. Multiple voices in Russian. I count at least 20 voices, and more footsteps. I can't tell if the hostages are there since there's so much sound. Shit. This is gonna be hard.
I jump when I feel a mysterious figure suddenly land behind me. I've been focusing my senses to hard on the warehouse, that I didn't even care to look around me.
I looked up, and there he was. The imposing figure of Spider-Man, crouching menacingly on top of a lamppost.
He reaches out his fist to strike-
Just kidding. Fist bump. We tap knuckles.
"There's like minimum 30 mobsters in there. We should probably try to do this without being caught. Ned, can you disable the cameras or something? Pete, can you throw this on?" I say into my earpiece as I pass him a black hoodie I found in a clothes bank. "I don't know if you can stealth this while being red and blue."
"Yo, I got this covered. Did you think the great Peter Parker wouldn't have thought of camouflage?" Peter said while tappin the Arc Reactor on his chest.
"INSTA-KILL MODE-"
Peter panics, smacking his chest.
"BIOLOGICAL SPIDER MODE-"
"Oh my god, why did Tony actually program that?"
Another tap.
"CAMOUFLAGE MODE."
He sighs. "Finally. I'll need to swap the selection system later..."
His priorly blue and red suit slowly darkened, until it was almost vanta black. I wouldn't have been able to see him without my enhanced senses, especially at night.
"Cameras down. Someone might have been watching the cams when it deactivated, though. Make sure they don't alert the others." Neds voiced through my airpods.
"Fuck, you could have told us before hacking, ned!" Peter angrily whispered into his airpods.
I focus my senses again, and like Ned guessed, I could easily pick out the hurried footsteps in all of the relaxed ones in the building.
"Peter. Calm down. The security guy is speedwalking down the hallway southside of the building right now; he's going to alert the others in about 30 seconds at this pace. Can you intercept him?"
I could practically see Peter's grin through his mask. "Of course I can. Who do you think I am?"
Immediately, he thwiped at a nearby apartment, swung around the warehouse, and dove through the window leading into the hallway.
The only change I felt was how the footsteps just paused. No screaming, no tumbling, nothing.
A second later, Spider-Man reemerged from the window, a webbed-up mobster in tow. All without even touching the ground. He's making great use of his acrobatics passive.
He swings through the night sky, slings the webbed up goon, sticking him on the wall of one of the abandoned buildings behind us. He proceeds to do a couple of flips and lands right on the lamppost.
I hold out a sign that says 10. Ned gives it a 9. Stingy.
"Dude!! That was at least a 9.5! The execution was perfect!!!" Peter whines.
"Sorry, it could have been better." Ned says through comms.
I sigh. "Let's just get this show going, shall we?"
"Sure, sure. Im still sour because of that 9 though." Peter complains, but starts moving nonetheless.
"I'll get the lower floor, you get the higher. Knock them out and just throw them outside like you did the last one. Our number one priority is to find the hostages, though. Keep out for them. Let's get it."
Peter swings and dives into another window, while I rush to one of the many emergency exits. It's showtime.
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