Spider-Man 0X

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[Alley around the Cafe]

The civilians around the area have already run away after hearing the gunfire. The bikes were still parked near the cafe entrance with no sign of anyone around. I hid behind the alley scanning the area carefully. There's this white mini-van waiting just opposite the cafe. Must belong to these idiots... Should I destroy the van? Nah, too noisy. Sabotage, perhaps?

But I still need something to cover my face. Ah! A paper bag. Well, better than nothing. I grabbed the paper bag put it over my head and then pulled my hoodie over my head. I tore two small holes in it to see. Perfect... Let's do this!

I sneaked behind the van and rolled under it. I can sense there are three of them inside this van. It's a weird feeling. I mean, I can see the outlines of the bodies through my Spidey-sense. One of them is eating something while the other two are smoking. Disgusting pigs! Now, how to bring out these claws? I clenched my fist, imagining the feeling from last night when the claws came out from my wrists. Nothing... Maybe I need to imagine something sharp coming out of my fists...? Still nothing...

Damn it! How the hell do these claws come out? Ok, calm down. Think about slicing something apart... My hands started tingling a little. Come on! Slicing something apart... My claws slowly came out from my wrists, ripping through my flesh. Fuck! I gritted my teeth suppressing my screams. Ok, this fucking hurts... But no blood this time. That's a good sign.

Shaking the pain away, punctured the tires first before cutting open the fuel tank letting the oil flow out. Next, I pierced the brakes damaging them completely. Once done, I rolled out and hid behind the tree next to the van. Dang! My claws are sharp like last night. It took mear ten seconds to cut through everything. Ok, Pete. Stay focused! They will be out any moment. I retracted my claws.

The door of the van opened revealing one of the thugs wearing a white shirt and blue jeans.

"What the fuck?!" He is a fucking tall guy, muscular too. His hair is black with a bushy mustache. He inspected the tires cursing. "Fucking bitch! Who the fuck did this?!" He shouted kicking the tire angrily. "Ouu... Ouu..." He hissed kneeling down, grabbing his toe. Fucking idiot!

The other two came out to inspect the tires too. "The tires are fucking flat!" The short fat bald man informed the third man.

The third man was skinny wearing a grey jacket, black jeans, and a mask similar to a ski mask. "God damn it! What the...?" His eyes fell on the dripping oil as he bent down to check the tires. "Someone cut the fuel tank! And the brakes too..." He cursed standing up and clenching his fist. "Find the asshole! I want him alive!"

"Yes, boss!" Both the fat man and the tall man replied in unison.

As much as I would love to kill them, I can't do that. I need to keep my image clean to join the Avengers. For now, I will just cut off a few fingers or a limb or two. Argg! What the hell am I thinking? I will just beat them up. Lucky for me they aren't carrying their weapons.

The two of them searched around while the skinny bastard stayed by the van tapping his foot impatiently. The tall guy is coming toward me. Time to strike!

I shot a web pulling the tall guy towards me, dragging him behind the tree. Before he could react, I punched him in his face knocking him out cold. Then, I webbed him to the tree leaving him unconscious. That felt good! One down, two more to go. But... Oh, my, what do you got there in your pockets? I took out his wallet. Dang, $3000! Thanks for the donation! I stuffed the cash in my pocket. I need to look out for my fingerprints, can't let the cops find anything related to me.

I will hold on to this wallet for now.

Next, time to put the fatty to sleep. I picked up a pebble aiming at the fatty. Bullseye! I hit him right in his head...

[Spat!] Eeh! I... I didn't mean to do that. The pebble pierced through his head like a fucking bullet. Holy shit! Ok, Pete! Focus... Just focus on the remaining guy. One dead guy is alright, right? As long as he dies silently, nobody will know. Yup! Nobody will know. Besides, he is a bad guy. So, it's alright to kill bad guys... Right?

"What the fucking hell?" The skinny one looked back and quickly ducked behind the van, "Sniper! Fuck!" He cursed looking around trying to find me.

Alright, buddy. I ain't a sniper... But why not pretend to be one for a change? I took a couple of peebles and climbed up the tree. It was covered with snow and was a good hiding spot. I aimed at the skinny bastard hitting him on his shoulder.

"Argh! Fucker!" He cried out loud clutching his shoulder as the pebble pierced through his flesh.

I threw two more pebbles, aiming at his arms and legs, piercing through them. He blacked out for a moment experiencing the intense pain. He just laid down on the ground holding his wounded limbs. Poor bastard!

"We are under fire! Sni... Mummm!" The skinny bastard tried to scream sniper, so I webbed his mouth shut. I don't want the others to hide in thinking there's a sniper out here. That will only complicate things.

With all his limbs injured, the skinny bastard struggled on the ground wriggling like a worm. Sorry, buddy. I pulled him under the van. You gotta stay like that for a bit longer. I jumped down climbing inside the van through the window. Yuck! Smells like cigarettes and rotten food in here. I checked the glove compartment finding a Glock pistol along with four magazines. I looked back. Hmm... A couple of micro uzis too.

I don't need them. The thing I need is a lighter.

I dragged the dead guy and the skinny inside the van. The skinny was already out. I checked their pockets, taking out their wallets. Wow! Another $2500! Damn! These assholes carry quite a lot of cash. I threw the wallet I picked up earlier and threw it in the van.

Ok, Pete. Time to burn them... Just like Salazar said, 'Dead men tell no tales'.

I lighted two cigs and threw one under the van on the spilled oil. As for the second one, I opened the gas cap, stuffing it inside the tank. Then, I dashed back into that alley. Fuck! I killed a guy and another one is about to die, yet, I am so calm. Yes, bad guys should die, no need to feel remorse about killing them...

I watched as the van burst into flames burning everything in it. The skinny guy woke up screaming in agony due to the heat. Poor bastard! His cries soon died down as his body turned to ashes. The thugs from the cafe rushed out in shock watching the van burn to ashes.

"Fuck! Who the fuck did this?! Where are Alvin and Fred?!" The short fat baldie screamed looking around nervously. "Motherfuckers! I told them not to touch that fucking new fire grenade! Look what happened!"

New fire grenade? Hah! Idiot! That's just an ordinary cigarette and some gasoline.

The siren of the police cars echoed through the streets.

"Damn, you retard bastards..." He cursed, "Get the cash, we are leaving now."

Before they could run back inside once more to grab their money, I dashed in, time to web them up. I webbed the fat baldie sticking him to the wall. The two burly guys aimed their rifles at me shooting wildly. I dodged the bullets with ease. I don't even know how I did it. It just happened... like my body moved on its own. I webbed their rifles pulling them away from their hands. Then, I punched them hard in their faces knocking them out.

The other two with shotguns aimed their guns at me firing away. I jumped high in the sky, webbing them up with me and slamming them hard on the ground.

[Crackk!]

Oohh! I heard their bones cracking. Damn! Did I kill them too?

"Holy mother of Jesus! What the fuck was that?!" The fat baldie panicked looking at me.

I webbed his mouth shutting him up. "Shut up, baldie."

The police siren is nearing the cafe. Time to get out of here. I webbed on top of the cafe then swung away with my amateurish skill, almost falling down in the next lane.

Man! That felt great beating those fuckers up. This power of mine is amazing. It feels great! I dodged fucking bullets without breaking a sweat. Those jerks couldn't even lay a single finger on me. I webbed down in an alley away from the scene and took the paper bag off my head. Man! Fighting bad guys is fun!

"Man, with great power, comes great loot..."

I walked back to where I left MJ standing.

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