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A Cosmic Rendition: Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2024-05-22 16:44:39 +0000 UTCThe dinner at the upscale restaurant had been a lively affair once they got over the initial awkwardness. As the evening drew to a close, Tony led the way out with everyone else following behind him. Happy Hogan met them at the exit of the restaurant and Tony gave him a small nod.
“I’ve got a few affairs to deal with these two. You two won’t mind going ahead, right? This one will get me and these two back,” Tony remarked, gesturing toward Happy with his thumb.
Pepper grabbed hold of May’s arm and smiled. “Sure. Come on, I’m sure we both would love to catch up a bit more.”
No one missed the suggestive tone of the redhead. Tony grinned unabashedly as they got inside the car and leaned against it, gazing at them through the window.
“Don’t have all the fun without me.”
“Then you better hurry up,” May smirked, running her index finger down his jaw and playing with his collar for a bit. Tony leaned back, his lips curled upwards, as the window slowly slid shut and the engine revved. He nodded at Pepper who would be driving and stepped back, watching the car as it lurched forward and soared ahead.
Still smiling, he turned around and was met with the expectant gazes of the two youngsters.
“Alright, then. Get in.”
He claimed the shotgun and settled in as Happy walked over to the driver’s side. Gwen and Peter sat at the back, expectant.
“What’s all this about? You didn’t explain much in that call either,” Peter remarked.
“You mean me coming over here?” Tony asked as he gazed at them in the rearview mirror. “Well, getting to see May was one of the reasons, maybe not the original one.”
“You don’t say,” Peter replied dryly.
Ignoring him, Tony continued, “I’ve gathered enough so far but tell me something. Does she know about your… extracurricular activities?”
Peter shook his head, glancing at Gwen. “No, May doesn’t know I’m Spiderman or Gwen is Spiderwoman. She believes we live normal lives in Manhattan, and I’d prefer to keep it that way for as long as it’s possible.”
Tony nodded in understanding. “I figured as much. Wouldn’t want to worry her unnecessarily.” He leaned back, eyeing the road straight ahead. “I must admit though, you two make quite the dynamic duo out there.”
“We try,” Gwen chuckled, earning a scoff from the man.
“Yeah, but you can’t continue like you’ve been doing so far. It’s rather unsustainable, in those spandex outfits that frankly don’t do much, if anything, to protect you. Flexibility is important but safety is much more important.”
“What are you talking about, Mr. Stark?”
“Remember what I said in that battle against those space monsters? Impress me enough and all that?”
Gwen and Peter’s expressions grew serious at the reminder of that harrowing attack on New York that could have leveled the entire city.
Without waiting for their response, Tony continued, “Well, I’ve been working on something for you two.”
He spied their curious stares in the rearview mirror and smirked, “It’s under your seats.”
Gwen and Peter furrowed their brows and glanced at each other. As one, they reached under their seats and pulled out two identical sleek cases, placing them in their laps.
“Go on, open it.”
They pressed the buttons on their respective cases which opened to reveal two form-fitting suits – one a brilliant red and blue with black spider webbings all over it and the other a striking combination of black and white with a segment of red over the chest and arms mixed in which had spider webbings all over it. It also had a rose-colored hood behind the neck.
Gwen and Peter leaned forward, staring at the suits with their eyes wide.
“Those suits are made from a cutting edge nanotech material,” Tony started, and the pride in his voice couldn’t be missed. “They are designed to be more durable, flexible, and responsive than anything you’ve ever worn before. The nanotech can self-repair most of the damages and also adapt to different environments and situations. They also have enhanced camouflage capabilities. You might be spiders but there’s no harm in being a chameleon at times either.”
Gwen and Peter merely stared at their suits in wonder, taking in the explanation a chuckling Tony was providing them. The man in question simply stared at them in amusement as Happy Hogan drove the car attentively.
“You’ll also find improved mobility in those suits and increased protection from impact attacks and heat. Now, I won’t say it will 100% protect you from explosions and such but it will nullify those to a huge extent.”
“Mr. Stark… this—”
“And that’s not all,” Tony cut Peter off, smirking. “These babies are equipped with a state-of-the-art HUD system, providing you with real-time situational analysis. Nothing like my JARVIS here but you won’t find yourselves clueless in a sticky situation either. Somewhere in the middle, it’s a perfect balance between mine and your old way of operations. You can also contact your friendly neighborhood Iron Man if you ever want some assistance. There’s a direct line of contact with JARVIS for all that.”
Tony chuckled at the stunned looks on their faces. “As I said, those don’t come with an AI like my suit does. I figured you two would like to keep things a little more… intimate. There’s a permanent link between those two suits so you can always know how the other’s doing.”
With a smirk, Tony averted his gaze from them and exchanged a wink with Happy, allowing Gwen and Peter to process everything.
There was nothing but silence from the couple for at least ten minutes as they examined their new suits, running their fingers over the material and feeling it up.
“This is… this is incredible, Mr. Stark,” Peter finally said. “Thank you. Truly.”
Gwen nodded in agreement, her eyes alight with wonder. “We don’t know what to say to you.”
Tony chuckled as Happy brought the car to a stop in the parking of the apartment building. He got out of the car, followed by everyone else, and Tony gazed at the young couple who had put the suits back inside the cases held by their sides.
“No need to thank me,” Tony replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I made a promise. This is just me fulfilling it. Keep impressing me and I won’t mind upgrading bits and bobs of those babies if you want.”
Gwen and Peter chuckled as they walked around and got into the elevator. Peter reached out and pressed the button.
“Just put those to good use and it’ll all be justified. We all could use a few more friendly neighborhood heroes, and the better prepared they are… well, the better off everyone would be.”
Peter opened the apartment door and as they walked in, they were immediately assaulted by Pepper’s loud moan.
Gwen and Peter stared straight ahead at the closed door to May’s bedroom as Tony grinned unabashedly.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, Parker, Stacy,” he remarked and strode forward, rapping his knuckles on the door. “Babes? You girls decent? Not that I care either way. I’m coming in!”
Gwen and Peter stood rooted to the spot, their wide eyes affixed to the door that shut behind Tony who walked in without a backward glance toward them. All they heard were muffled sounds from the room as they stayed near the entrance, the cases of their new suits held by their sides.
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“Ah fuck yes!”
“They’re really not quiet at all,” Gwen muttered as they stood in the living room, the sounds of Pepper’s loud moans easily audible. It had been going on for a few minutes now and Gwen finally had it with it all.
“Come,” she said firmly, grabbing her boyfriend’s hand and marching over to his room. Peter allowed her to pull him away, chuckling uncertainly when she all but threw the cases with their new suits under the bed after slamming the door shut.
“What do you have in mind, Gwen?”
“If they can’t keep quiet, then it’s only fair to give them a taste of their own medicine,” the blonde replied and jumped him, wrapping her arms around his neck and slamming her lips against hers. Peter kissed her back as eagerly, pulling her flush against him as he grabbed her pert round rear, hefting her up. Gwen wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her into the room.
He dropped her right in front of the bed and Gwen wasted no time. Her hands raked down his front, taking care of the buttons of his shirt. Meanwhile, Peter grabbed her shirt and pulled it out of the waistband of her skirt. Gwen pulled back to take his shirt off and he helped her out, pulling his arms out and allowing her to throw it away. She gave him a gently push, making him sit at the edge of the bed before she gave him a sultry smirk and climbed onto his lap, straddling him on her knees as she leaned forward to kiss him heatedly, her hands ravenously running all over his bare chest.
Peter groaned into the kiss as he pushed his hands under her shirt, caressing the bare skin of her abdomen and slowly climbing up. He brushed the underside of her bra-clad breasts and slowly slid upward, cupping them entirely. They enveloped his palm, a perfect fit as always, and he began to fondle her tits over her bra.
Gwen moaned into the kiss, ensuring she was loud enough that her voice could carry out of the room. She pulled back from the kiss and regarded him with an eager grin, her eyes inflamed with lust as she pressed forward, grinding her hips on his hardening member. She rolled her arse on his lap and grabbed her shirt, pulling it over her head before throwing it somewhere behind her.
Clad in a black revealing bra, she shook her tits right in his face, making him chuckle, and with a grin, she reached behind herself, unclasping it and taking it off, baring her large, gravity-defying tits capped with puffy, pink nipples to his hungry gaze.
She pushed him firmly on his back, straddling him, and leaned over. Peter’s hungry gaze was affixed on her dangling tits and Gwen smirked before she took his hands and brought them over her breasts, eager to feel his touch. She tossed her lustrous blonde hair over her shoulder and leaned over, smashing their lips once again in a hungry kiss.
Peter squeezed and fondled her lovely tits, his thumbs raking across her pink areola and flicking her hardened nipples repeatedly, sending jolts of pleasure straight through her sensitive nubs and making her grind her clothed pussy against his equally clothed cock with increasing fervor.
Gwen slowly pulled back and sat upright, pressing her pussy directly against his cock and Peter took a moment to take in the heavenly sight that his beautiful girlfriend was. She smirked and slid her hands down his chest until she found his belt and quickly took care of it, unbuttoning and unzipping him. Peter lifted his hips and allowed his girlfriend to pull both his jeans and his boxers down his legs, freeing up his hardened member to her hungry gaze. Meticulous as always, Gwen did not stop until she had pulled his clothes entirely off his frame and she threw them on the floor as well where they landed on top of hers.
She gazed him straight into his eyes as she slowly pulled the zip of her skirt down and allowed it to pool by her feet. Standing in front of him clad only in her matching black knickers, she turned around and bent over. Turning her head to look him in the eyes, she winked promisingly as she grabbed the waistband of her knickers, loving how he had his hungry gaze firmly fixated on her rump, and ever so slowly, she pulled her knickers over her arse and down her legs, baring her glistening womanhood to her boyfriend. Slowly, she stood up and turned around, as naked as he was as she stood in front of him, and climbed back on the bed, crawling forward on her hands and knees with her big tits dangling in front of her as she reached him, her eyes firmly locked with his all the while.
Gwen came face to face with his shaft and with a wink, she dropped a soft kiss on the bulbous head before she reached down, dragging her wet tongue along his balls and slowly creeping upward from the base all the way to the tip. Peter breathed sharply when she rolled her tongue over the tip and she smirked when his cock lurched. She kept rolling her tongue around his erect length as she took him in her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth as she blew him.
Peter gently caressed her head, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder and away from her face, gazing deeply into her eyes that were inflamed with lust.
With a lewd pop, Gwen pulled her mouth off his cock and dropped a thick strand of saliva over his length, furiously stroking him. She slid upward, pulling her slick hand off his prick until she was straddling him with his entire length trapped between her pussy lips, probing against her damp slit. She leaned over him with her palms supporting her hovering frame and kept grinding her hips back and forth, their heavy breaths intermingling as Gwen showed no restraint.
“You’re killing me here, babe,” Peter grunted, his arms reaching out so that he could hold her by the waist.
“Why don’t you do something about it then?” Gwen moaned and Peter acted quickly. He reached over and grabbed his length by the base, positioning himself against her entrance. The head of his cock probed her entrance and he rubbed himself against her a few times before slowly pushing forward. Gwen slid back slowly just as Peter pushed his hips upwards, his girth stretching her wet entrance wide open. Her hot, slick walls enveloped his prick as it slid inside ever so slowly until Gwen descended entirely, a loud moan escaping her lips when he bottomed out inside her.
She wiggled her hips slightly as Peter reached up, grabbing hold of her soft tits and Gwen wasted no time. She began bouncing up and down on his cock, gradually gaining speed as Peter kept playing with her jiggling tits, making her moan and cry out loud with reckless abandon. They both knew the others in the other room could easily hear them but all it did was intensify their pace and passion.
“Oh fuck!” Gwen moaned out loud. “Oh baby! Oh fuck me! Oh yes!”
Peter smiled up at his beautiful girlfriend as he reached up, tenderly stroking her cheek. Gwen grinned and kissed his palm before she intensified her speed and depth, riding him ferociously as he stroked her thigh, his mesmerized eyes firmly affixed to her tits and bounced and jiggled excitedly in tandem with her movements.
“I feel I’m being a bit too passive here,” Peter remarked as he grabbed her firmly, bent his knees to plant his feet on the bed, and started thrusting up inside her in tandem with her bouncing.
“Fuck!” Gwen cried out loud, her eyes wide as her boyfriend slid even deeper inside her. Peter groaned as he repeatedly slammed deeper and deeper into her hot, tight depths, feeling her tight walls hugging his shaft and he pulled one hand away from her thigh. Slowly crawling upward, his thumb found her sensitive mound and he flicked her engorged clit before starting to rub circles all around it, making Gwen inhale sharply as she hissed.
“Oh Peter!” She howled. “Oh… ooh… ohh fuck! Mmm… ahh!”
She shook in his lap erratically, letting out a high-pitched whine as she toppled over, crashing against him. Her large, soft tits pressed firmly against his hard chest and her fingers dug into his shoulders as she moaned and clawed away, shivering. She let out a long, drawn-out, and high-pitched trembling moan, her hips bucking wildly as she shuddered. With another loud cry, Gwen came, her hips bouncing up and down furiously as she surrendered herself to her sensations, meeting his thrusts as she rode out her climax.
Gasping and panting loudly, she hugged herself tightly to her boyfriend and Peter wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush against himself as he rolled them over, making her moan out loud in delight.
Gwen slowly opened her eyes and stared deep into his orbs. She reached up to tenderly stroke his cheek and whispered, “Fuck me.”
Peter planted his knees on the bed and started hammering away inside her, making her squeal and cry out loud as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him firmly inside her. Her fingers threaded through his sweaty hair, scratching his scalp, and Peter buried his face into her shoulder, kissing and nibbling away.
Gwen kept moaning as she grabbed his hair and firmly pulled him back, only to slam her lips against his in a needy kiss. She moaned into his mouth and her body rocked back and forth from the ferocity of his thrusts, her large tits jiggling enticingly, rolling all over her chest as Peter plowed away roughly inside her. Peter pressed forward, smashing her lovely tits against his chest once again. He loved how her hard, perky nipples felt pressing and rubbing all over his skin.
He could feel his climax approaching with a rapid ferocity and he began to hammer away inside her with rough, desperate thrusts. They kept kissing each other heatedly, their tongues engaged in a ferocious duel inside Gwen’s mouth as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist, refusing to budge even an inch.
She pulled her mouth off his and began to moan out loud in his ear, her cries and those sultry whispers mixed in sending shivers all over his body. He could feel how tight she was around his length and knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Give it to me, Peter!” She cried out. “Cum in me! Fill me up with your hot cum! Fuck me!”
All the sensations overrode him and Peter was pushed over the edge by her hot, tight depths. He let out a groan as his balls tightened. His cock pulsed just as the head swelled deep inside Gwen’s quivering snatch, filling her up with his hot cum. The sensation of his seed shooting through her inner walls was enough to send Gwen crashing over the edge once again as well and she howled as she came for the second time, her body shaking and shivering as Peter held her moaning and gasping self tightly.
Breathing heavily, they lay, sweaty and naked with him on top of her as they gazed deeply into each other’s orbs. Peter planted a soft kiss on her lovely lips as he slowly rolled them on their sides. They kept hugging each other intimately as they kissed, their limbs entangled and their bodies pressed flush together.
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The next morning, the apartment was filled with the tantalizing aromas of freshly brewed coffee, sizzling bacon, and fluffy scrambled eggs. May had insisted on making a hearty, home-cooked breakfast for everyone before Tony and Pepper's departure later that morning.
Everyone knew about the events of the previous night and none seemed too eager to bring it up. All parties were content with refraining from mentioning anything but it didn’t mean they were unaware of what was going on in the others’ minds. Safe to say, it had been a pleasure-filled night for everyone in every sense of the word and they all had been made aware of it, deliberately or not, and none had any regrets. Even if they had, they were not in the mood to mention it. Especially May, who had busied herself before they had come out, ready for the day.
They all gathered around the sleek glass dining table and took their seats as Peter flicked the TV on. They started on their breakfasts as the opening chords of the morning news broadcast filled the air. Peter paused with a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth, his brow furrowing at the grim expression on the news anchor's face.
"We're reporting live from Bayside, where cleanup efforts are still underway following last night's devastating attack," the anchor said, the camera panning over a scene of crumbled concrete, twisted metal, and plumes of smoke rising into the morning sky.
"Authorities believe the incident was perpetrated by the same individual responsible for a string of high-profile robberies and attacks across the city over the past few days," the anchor continued gravely. "A figure who has come to be known as The Vulture due to his usage of a winged, jet-powered exo-suit."
“Looks pretty high-tech,” Tony muttered. “Definitely not a rookie, this one.”
“This is the same guy Liz was talking about, right?” Gwen asked, earning a nod from Peter.
The scene cut to the grainy footage captured by a bystander, showing the winged figure soaring over the skyline, clutching what appeared to be a sealed box in his talons. Suddenly, the figure shot toward the camera which jerked, presumably in the bystander’s alarm, before it showed the shadowy, distorted figure looming over the camera. A disguised voice cracked to life, low, mechanical, and overly menacing.
"People of New York," the Vulture growled, his words slightly muffled. "For too long, I have been forced to watch as the wealthy and powerful hoard their riches and cutting-edge technologies, while the rest of us struggle to survive, left behind in their wake."
Pepper frowned, instinctively reaching out to grip Tony’s hand as she gently lowered her fork on her plate.
"No more!" the Vulture snarled, his distorted face filling the screen. "I will take what is owed to me, and I will not stop until every last one of you capitalist pigs has been brought to your knees. Your greed and corruption have poisoned this city for far too long."
The screen flashed to a map of New York City, a glowing red symbol blinking ominously over the Park Avenue Diamond Exchange.
"Twenty-four hours," the Vulture hissed. "That's how long you have until I strike again, and bring the entire stone system crumbling down around you. Try and stop me if you dare."
The footage cut off right there as he flew away, and Peter shut the TV off.
“Well, that one seems like an interesting character,” Tony remarked dryly. “Wonder what’s got his panties in a twist.”
“This isn’t the first time he’s been on the news. I wonder what the authorities are doing about this,” May remarked.
Gwen and Peter exchanged a glance, not giving away anything in front of May as Tony leaned back comfortably, sipping his coffee.
“Don’t worry, May,” he replied with an easygoing grin. “I’m sure they’ll take care of a pesky pest like that. I must say though, spiders before and vultures now. Queens surely has a unique fascination with animals. Maybe this Spiderman and his Spiderwoman will come and save the neighborhood once again.”
He gave Gwen and Peter a subtle wink as May shrugged, resuming her breakfast once again.
“In fact,” Tony continued, smirking. “I’m sure they’d be itching to put their new suits to the test against this Vulture character. I can’t see a better opportunity for them to get it over with.”
“New suits?”
“Yeah, I designed it for those two,” Tony shrugged.
“Oh. Well then, I’m sure they’ll get it done,” May replied. Turning toward Peter, she continued, “Didn’t you say you had a photoshoot to attend?”
“The same place, the Diamond Exchange, tonight,” Peter replied with a chuckle, gesturing toward the TV with his thumb. He raised his hand when May made to speak. “Don’t worry, May. It’ll be fine. As Mr. Stark just said, I’m also sure this matter will be dealt with. And if I manage to snag a few exclusives… well, a few bucks more sounds just awesome. I’ll be sure to treat you as well.”
Chuckles were shared around the table as Gwen and Peter exchanged a meaningful glance. They knew it was a brilliant opportunity, as Tony had suggested, and they could not deny the excitement they were feeling at the prospect of trying out their new suits.
“Now then, if you’ll allow us, May,” Tony said as he slid out of his chair, helping Pepper out followed by May who gazed at them. “We’ll be taking our leave now.”
“Gwen and I will be in my bedroom, May. Okay?” Peter interjected, taking his girlfriend’s hand and leading the way, not at all interested in whatever drama would be taking place between those three. They glanced at their retreating figures with slight amusement before May turned around just as Peter shut the door to his room behind Gwen once she entered.
“Well then, let’s get started, shall we?” Peter remarked, exchanging an excited grin with his girlfriend who pulled the cases out from under the bed.
The battle lines were drawn. All that was left was for them to put this Vulture character to bed.
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A young couple stood on the curb outside the illustrious Park Avenue Diamond Exchange, its tinted windows reflecting the twinkling lights of the city skyline. Peter took a deep breath, straightening his crisp black tuxedo as Gwen smoothed her hands over the shimmering emerald green gown that hugged her curves.
"You ready for this?" Peter murmured, his eyes scanning the crowds of well-dressed guests filing through the ornate entrance.
Gwen gave him a reassuring smile, her hair swept up in an elegant updo. "As I'll ever be. Good thing Mr. Stark arranged this for us. Might as well have some fun in a gala, hmm?"
Peter chuckled. Earlier, he would have arrived as a normal photographer but it seemed being close to Tony Stark had its perks. The man had arranged VIP invitations for them, telling them to have a good time with a bunch of snooty-nosed upjumped bunch of dumbfucks who thought too highly of themselves. The description had been an eyebrow-raiser for them but the man simply told them to see it for themselves.
Arm in arm, they approached the main doors. A pair of stern-faced security guards eyed them firmly.
"Invitation?" one of them grunted, hand resting on the bulge under his jacket that no doubt concealed a weapon.
Peter cleared his throat and produced an embossed card from his inner pocket. "Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy, plus one."
The guard scrutinized the invitation for a moment before nodding curtly and waving them through. "Enjoy your evening."
They stepped into the opulent lobby, which had been transformed into a dazzling spectacle of glittering chandeliers, towering floral arrangements, and sleek marble accents. Gwen couldn't help but raise an impressed eyebrow at the sheer luxury surrounding them.
"Remind me again how we've found ourselves in a place like this, dressed like this?" she whispered, only half-joking.
Peter chuckled. "Let's just say we have a very generous benefactor."
They made their way into the main ballroom, where hundreds of New York's elite mingled amidst lavish displays of diamonds, emeralds, and other priceless gemstones. Sharply dressed waiters weaved through the crowd, proffering trays of appetizers and flutes of champagne.
Despite the opulent surroundings, there was a palpable tension in the air. Heavily armed security personnel were stationed at every entrance, their eyes sweeping the room for any sign of trouble. Gwen and Peter spotted at least a dozen undercover officers blending seamlessly into the crowd.
"They've certainly spared no expense on security tonight," Gwen murmured over her glass of champagne, taking in the elaborate measures.
Peter nodded. "After that idiot gloated like that, no one should be surprised. Although they should’ve had choppers keeping watch from the air. The dude flies, after all."
They soon mingled and made small talk with the city’s upper crust and both Gwen and Peter immediately realized what Tony had meant when he called them… all of that. They truly thought too highly of themselves. A few old freaks from both genders also tried to hit on both him and his girlfriend, trying to entice them with various proposals, each more debauched than the other and they quickly took their leave, not even thinking of entertaining those offers.
“Man, those are some really fucked-up snobs,” Peter remarked, eyeing a small group of four distastefully alongside Gwen. “That woman looked like she wanted to… ugh… I think I’m gonna throw up, Gwen.”
“You think I’m feeling any better?” She hissed, shuddering. “Fuck, those Chitauri bastards didn’t creep me out as much as those old fucks!”
“It’s decided. I’m never going to any gathering like this, ever!”
“You won’t find me complaining,” Gwen muttered. “Come on, let’s get moving.”
They kept their senses heightened, ready to spring into action at the first sign of the Vulture's arrival. Their new suits were concealed beneath their formal attire, and it truly surprised them how convenient it was now to suit up. With only one tap, their suits would cover their bodies.
They walked around, indulged in the delicacies on offer, and watched the numerous performances as the night stretched on. Finally, the gala reached its crescendo when the auctioneer took to the stage to showcase a breathtaking diamond necklace valued at over ten million dollars. The room held its collective breath as the bidding commenced, each raise of the paddle sending the price soaring higher and higher.
It was then that the ceiling exploded inward in a hail of glass and twisted metal. Screams erupted throughout the ballroom as guests scattered in panic.
A massive, winged figure descended from the shattered skylight, clutching a high-tech wing-pack that kept him aloft with powerful jet thrusters. The Vulture had arrived.
"Greetings, plutocrats!" he snarled, his voice amplified and distorted by a voice modulator. "I hope you're all having a delightful evening... because it's about to come to a crashing halt!"
With those words, a pair of Gatling guns unfolded from the Vulture's exo-suit, peppering the crowd with a barrage of rubber bullets and concussive needles. Security personnel moved to engage but were swiftly outmatched by the man’s overwhelming firepower. He never moved to kill but to take his foes down instead and it was a resounding success.
In the pandemonium, Gwen and Peter locked eyes for just a moment before springing into action. They ducked behind an alcove and tapped the bracelets they were wearing.
In mere seconds, their suits shimmered into existence over their bodies, the visors shutting and glowing ominously.
“Looking hella sexy,” Peter commented, loving how the suit hugged his girlfriend’s alluring curves.
“You can take it off me after we’re done here,” Gwen retorted in an amused voice as they turned around and glanced around. The Vulture had breached the ballroom and was engaging the security forces. More and more civilians were going down, unconscious, and as they gazed at the hovering figure, they could see that his suit had heavy weapons capabilities.
"Babe, those Gatling guns are packing some serious firepower! We need to take them out before he tears this place apart!" Gwen observed, communicating through the secret channel established between their suits. It would always ensure their chats were private.
"You got it!" Peter slithered along the wall, scaling it, and came soaring from the shattered ceiling, slamming feet-first into the Vulture's broad back.
The Vulture let out a surprised grunt, corkscrewing through the air before regaining his balance. Whirling on his attacker, he brought both Gatling guns to bear, only to be blasted back by a well-aimed venom blast from Gwen who struck from underneath him.
"You idiots really think you can stop me?" the Vulture roared, unleashing a fresh barrage of firepower that tore apart marble pillars and upended dining tables.
Peter flipped and weaved through the deadly hail, closing the distance between them. "You know, the way I see it, you've got two choices here, bird-brain..." With a flick of his wrists, he lashed out with twin tendrils of webbing, attempting to ensnare the Vulture's wings. "You can keep this up and get your feathery ass kicked all over this fancy shindig..." One strand managed to catch, forcing the Vulture's damaged wing to seize up. Gwen joined the fray, pummeling him with a barrage of compact venom blasts. "Or," Peter continued, ducking and weaving around the Vulture's wild swings. "You can cut your losses and give yourself up now."
With a hateful snarl, the Vulture suddenly dropped into a spiraling dive, using his wing-pack's thrusters to barrel directly toward the two heroes. At the last possible second, Gwen yanked Peter out of harm's way, the Vulture smashing straight through the front window and out onto the street beyond in a spray of shattered glass.
Gwen and Peter shot webbings forward and sailed through the shattered window in pursuit of the Vulture, landing in a tuck roll on the street outside. They were immediately met by a wall of flashing lights and barked orders as the NYPD's tactical response team swarmed the area.
"Stay back! This is a code three scenario!" one of the officers shouted, leveling his rifle at the descending Vulture. "We have ultrasonic crowd-control munitions locked and loaded!"
The Vulture unleashed a guttural roar of rage, his thrusters flaring as he banked hard to avoid the hail of high-frequency pulse rounds. "You insignificant rats dare stand in my way? I'll grind you all beneath my talons!"
With a sweeping gesture, a volley of searing energy blasts erupted from the Vulture's suit, forcing the officers to scatter for cover. Gwen and Peter moved to engage, using their suits' enhanced agility to keep ahead of the destructive bombardment.
"Copy that, emergency personnel!" Peter called out as he flipped over a police cruiser. "We've got this overexcited winged dumbass! Get those civilians to safety!"
Even as they fought, Gwen and Peter could see the ballroom staff and security ushering the dazed, terrified guests toward the emergency exits. An entire fleet of ambulances stood by, ready to treat any injuries.
Gwen landed in a crouch beside her partner, her keen senses looking for potential weaknesses in the Vulture's armor. "Babe, those repulsor cannons are a major threat! If I can get in close, my suit's disruptors might be able to knock them offline!"
Peter gave her a nod and flung himself into the Vulture's path, saturating the area in a dense cloud of webbing. "Do it, babe! I'll keep him busy!"
Blinded by the obscuring webbing, the Vulture flailed wildly with beak and talon, shredding through the sticky strands even as more and more cocooned his limbs and wings. Peter kept him pinned with a relentless barrage, pushing the limits of his new suit's webbing capacity.
Just as the Vulture finally managed to rip free, Gwen came soaring in from his blind spot, her fingertips crackling with concentrated bursts of electromagnetic force. She slammed her palms directly into the Vulture's chest plate, unleashing a cascading wave of disruptive energy.
The Vulture's suit shuddered violently as its systems were overwhelmed by the focused electromagnetic pulse. His armor vents glowed cherry red as his repulsor cannons overloaded in a brilliant flare of light and sound. With a wailing screech of rage and pain, he tumbled from the sky in an uncontrolled descent, smashing hard into the unforgiving asphalt.
Peter was there in an instant, webbing the Vulture securely as he writhed and thrashed, desperately trying to claw his way free.
"Don't bother, bird-brain," he quipped smugly. "Those webs are reinforced with a nanocomposite. The more you struggle, the stronger they get."
Finally subdued, the winded Vulture let out a breathless, hate-filled chuckle. "You... really think... this is over? I'm..."
Before he could finish, a SWAT van pulled up alongside them. A battalion of armed and armored combatants emerged and the Vulture was swiftly bundled away, still laughing that ominous, maddened laugh.
To be continued…
