Collateral Damage (OPEN)

Participants: Carol Danvers
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): New York City
Time of Day: Mid-afternoon
Weather: Bright and humid
Summary: Shopping trip ruined.

Carol rose from the rubble with the slightest of groans, looking down at the shattered glass, crushed brick and dusted mortar that both surrounded and covered her prone form. For a moment, perhaps two, her ears rang, but they quickly adjusted to the sounds of shrieks and cries for help that filtered through the empty space ahead of her - a space that had once been the south-facing wall of an 'artisan' cafe. That was, of course, before she'd been punched through it.

“Cheap shot,” she muttered to no-one in particular, referencing the blow that had propelled her across a busy Manhattan street, turning her into the living battering ram that had made such short work of a supposedly solid structure.

Pushing herself to her knees, she dusted herself down, before quickly examining her attire: rips in her jeans, tears in her 'Cat-tain America' t-shirt, and a few feet away from her, her aviators lay bent and twisted, one lens cracked, the other missing. Carol's brow furrowed, and a bright white glow emanated from her body – stored energy warping and changing the atoms around her. When said luminesence dissipated, her destroyed casual clothing had been replaced with something a little more business-like.

Civilian Carol was no more. In her place knelt Captain Marvel.

Rolling her head about her neck, crimson plating rose from her shoulders, snapping into place to form headgear styled somewhere between a helmet and a mask, covering the upper part of her face and pinning her hair – preventing it becoming a distraction. Then, she moved to stand, marching through the debris and out onto the side-walk, ducking through the cement-lined hole she'd created.

Upon exiting the cafe, she paused to take stock of her new surroundings, gaze darting among the crowds of fleeing innocents to find her assailant. Luckily, it wasn't hard – not that usually was. If the attacker had been strong enough to knock Captain Marvel off her feet, it tended to be fairly obvious who'd swung the punch. Case in point, a lumbering, twisted monstrosity shambled in a tight circle, lashing out at any civilians unable to clear its path quickly enough. Some had been tripped and maimed, clutching wounds, while others, unable to flee and trapped by the beast, cowered in fear.

Carol had to intercede – she didn't have time to do any threat analysis beyond pin-pointing her target. If she could get it away from casualties and potential casualties alike, then she could spend a little more time working out what she was up against.

“Hey, ugly!” Her voice, confident and unwavering, cut through the shouts and screams with ease. The chaos seemed to still almost instantly, and the monster turned toward the speaker, affixing her with a seven-eyed stare. But a second later, it was met with a powerful blast of energy that knocked it clean off its feet.
“That's for ruining my favourite shirt.”

What a beautiful day to be productive, Peter set out to do exactly that. Wearing a pair of comfortable blue jeans, a light long-sleeved graphic t-shirt that he’d kept from his high school days. He slipped his apartment’s keys, a few dollars, a crumbled up piece of paper in his front pocket, and rushed out the door. Peter took in the view, a congested sidewalk with casual shoppers, a few tourists, and that one dog walker struggling with a dozen of excited canines of different sizes and breed.

The smell in the air was a mixture of humidity and whatever happen to be in the trash bin leaking from the base onto the sidewalk and curb. A pair of pigeons landed close to the trash can looking for scraps on the concrete floor. He stepped onto the street while he had the right of way, walking through the crowd going the opposite way.

How many days has it been since I’ve had a home cooked meal?
I can’t accept any more free meals from aunt May. I can’t. I won’t. I shouldn’t..
How hard can it be?
Has it really been that long?
Grocery shopping shouldn’t be this difficult.
How does that saying go.. never go food shopping with an empty stomach?

Peter let out a sigh as if his stomach answered those thoughts. He was always busy, too busy to prepare a meal or go food shopping, never enough time in the day or night. Never too busy to be Spider-Man or to drown in that thing he called a job. Between his crime fighting, work life and his social life or the lack of thereof, Peter was always eating on the go.

Today was different, he had money to fill up his fridge and time to cook. It was a peaceful day, it was almost as if the city had finally decided to give him a break. Parker mused as he made his way down a street or two from his apartment. The sound of traffic surrounded him coupled with the chatter here and there, until he reached his destination. A grocery store in typical New York style, the friendly owner greeted some customers walking out and Peter as he entered. Peter greeted him back. The store was small but it was enough for Peter, he made his way through the aisles stocked with the items on his shopping list. He liked the list, it was more than a reminder of the things he needed. It was also his way of forcing this task upon himself.

This was one of the many things he missed doing with MJ, but he couldn’t always have that. He placed his items in a small basket and walked to the front of the store to pay for the groceries. The small television somewhere behind the counter erupted with news of a disaster in some part of the city. “New York is a beautiful place, isn’t it? Why doesn’t this happen in New Jersey?,” the store owner asked with an accent. The man was not completely joking, he wanted to know. Police sirens blared in the distance.

Peter rushed out of the store the second he heard the news, leaving behind the unpaid groceries on the counter. He ran for a few seconds down the street, cutting through an alley, undressing quickly and adjusting the pair of web-shooters on his wrists. Peter liked this part, wearing the suit even though it caused him an infinite amount of problems. He aimed high and shot a ball of web that contained his clothes, knowing where to come back in order to retrieve them. He ran up a wall zig zagging before finally propelling himself high above the buildings. He slipped on the mask, the sirens of police cars and ambulances echoing a few streets over.

Come on.. come on!
I know Captain Marvel can handle this but I’ll feel better being there helping innocent bystanders to safety.

He shot a web straight across a building, latching onto a flagpole and sent him forward in a blur. Peter followed the sirens, the aerial view was perfect and he could see the police helicopter far in the distance. Swinging and pushing with everything in him, he caught up with another group of emergency vehicles as they sped down the street splitting the traffic in two. He swung past the vehicles at an incredible speed leaving them to catch up, he was getting close.

Carol stalked toward the downed monster, her eyes narrowed beneath her mask, jaw set in a particiularly peeved grimace. At her sides, her hands were balled into fists, about which glowed a bright, hot stellar energy. The wounded civilians that could still move had quickly begun shuffling away from their many limbed assailant, making the most of Captain Marvel's rather blunt distraction. Those cowering beyond, pressed to the wall of a Nordstrom, remained frozen however, still fearing their impending doom, their immediate path of escape blocked.

With a disgruntled roar, the beast flailed upon the ground, writhing and pulsating before it raised its head and bared its teeth at the approaching heroine, only to be met with another blast of photonic light, propelling it back further and downing it once again.
“And that was for my aviators.”
With a little more distance put between the creature and its prey, the hemmed in tourists and shoppers began to scatter, some only far enough to pull out a phone and start filming, some sprinting as far from the site of the assault as humanly possible, as fast as their legs could carry them. The latter was most certainly the smarter choice of action.

With the most immediate threat cleared, Carol began sprinting toward her target, unleashing a flurry of photonic blasts en route, but none seemed to penetrate the monstrosity's thick outer skin – if anything, they just seemed to be pissing it off, causing it to lash and shriek with a renewed intensity.
Opting for a different tactic, Captain Marvel instead took to the air, bounding forward and then angling toward the ground, hoping to direct a two fisted punch into the prone creature with all the force of a small meteor.

It wasn't quite how things panned out.

Her descent, fast and powerful as it was, was met with a wild swing by a suddenly grown tentacle: long, chunky, whip-like and wickedly spiked. As if it were playing baseball, and Carol were the ball, the blow knocked her wildly off course, and with a strength that continued to shock her. Bouncing across the concrete, she ended up crashing into the side of an abandoned taxi, and then slumped into a seated position.

She blinked, and then raised a hand to her jaw-line, wincing a little and prodding at it carefully. “Ouch...” she muttered, gaze fixed on the monster ahead of her as it rose, new appendage thrashing at the air. “Okay...time for round 3.”

Peter Parker

Their lives are in danger, he thought. The frustration and anger building inside of him, almost radiating. He’d sworn never again to sit idly when there was something he could do. Something that would make a difference. Peter pushed himself with every swing and leap, approaching the battlegrounds. Passing buildings along the way and the random smoker on the balcony. The sirens blaring and echoing behind him, with a few helicopters surrounding the area. News outlets in the city eagerly reporting the events as they were unfolding.

The instant Peter released the thick strand of web, he rushed into action and landed in front of a few stubborn bystanders. No superhero landings, not today. The excited crowd was either star struck or frozen in fear to assess what was happening. They were yanking out their cellphones, talking over each other about going live. ”Hey,” he said under a stern breath behind the mask. It wasn’t loud enough, it didn’t have any bite.”You all don’t have to go home, but you all need to get out of here NOW!” His voice split through the commotion, it was enough to shake the bystanders to their senses. So much for friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, the thought crossed his mind as he turned to look around. Spider-Man scanned the area from where he stood, his eyes then settling on Captain Marvel who was up in the air. He swung in the direction of the combat zone.

Police vehicles surrounded the perimeter mirroring the flight zone of the helicopters. First responders kept their distance as they weaved through some rubble to inspect structures. Firefighter trucks blocked the streets from one end to another, working together to get enough people to safety.

Spider-Man adjusted his web shooters, he swung quickly and swiftly from one point to another while shooting balls of web that expanded upon contact on those weak structures. He would do this for what felt like a few seconds while observing the creature movements. His math had done some of the work while the web did the rest in holding most of he structures together. It was enough to help rescuers safely inspect the remaining structures for any more survivors. Spider-Man landed on the hood of a deserted waste management truck, his attention zoomed in on the creature who had once again dispatched Captain Marvel. Spider-Man set his eyes on the creature’s tentacles, before turning his attention to the Captain. Back to the creature.

The sound of round three made him go for their attention. ”Have you tried talking to it, yet?” He said archly, again, adjusting his web shooters while he jumped over the creature and landed a few feet away from Captain Marvel. Humor wouldn’t help, Peter knew that. The creature hissed, tentacles forming and stretching, except for one; its weapon. The same tentacle that sent the Captain across a few yards. Peter noticed a new determination on the Captain’s face. ”Is this thing a fugitive from a galaxy far far away?” The words rolled out, maybe too late to rephrase them. Peter thought she was tasked with capturing the creature. Asking the right questions would be the correct way to take on the monster. His body language adjusting to a combative form, all the while studying the area around them.

”We can trap it in that garbage truck, ” he suggested. The truck within range and a few feet behind the monster. He quickly realized that it was easier said than done. Although he had some idea as to how he could go about trapping the creature, he didn’t know if it would work. He was more than ready and prepared to tackle the monster. Web shooters were refilled a few seconds ago while he humored his way into the rumble.

Carol Danvers

Carol had barely begun moving back towards the monstrosity when, from behind its back, Spider-Man emerged. Angled in a way impossible for most, showcasing his superhuman flexibility, he arced through the air, landing neatly between Captain and creature. His appearance seemed to do little but further frustrate and annoy it. ‘Have you tried talking to it yet?’ His wit, quick as ever, caused Captain Marvel to glower at the new arrival, her lips pursing a little.
“Of course,” she replied a little drolly, “Right after it had thrown me through a store, I stopped to ask if it was having a bad day.” Refocusing her attention on their target, she set her eyes upon its tentacle-borne weapon, watching as it flailed left and then right, the limb almost daring the heroes to approach. “Nice of you to finally show up, by the way.”

Keeping her distance as the beast stepped forward, the elongated lash probing the area before it - reminding Carol of how painful its last strike had been -she looked for an opening. There wasn’t an obvious one. Luckily, she wasn’t working alone – her masked companion piped up with a suggestion. As far ‘off-the-cuff’ ideas went, it was far from being a bad one. “It won’t hold it long, but the pause might give us some time to get it…” she gestured to the streets about her, “Away from all this.” And if they could get the monster away from civilization, away from the innocent lives it threatened, then Carol and Peter would have significantly less to worry about.

“I’ll push if you pull?” Indeed, the concussive force of Carol’s bolts of energy would make it hard for their enemy to close the distance between them, and if she held its attention long enough, allowing Spider-Man to get behind it – a firm yank backward at the end of a web might catch it off guard. Without needing to speak their plan aloud, the pair having a long history of working alongside each other, Captain Marvel stepped forward, her hands wreathed in golden light. “I know it sounds obvious but try not to get hit by the tentacle limb…” Carol cast a quick glance to Peter. “It packs more of a punch thank you’d think.”

With that, she unleashed a beam of energy, targeted at the creature’s centre, causing it to shriek, gurgle and roar with anger. At least it was fully focused on the blonde attacking it, and less so on the slighter male in red attempting a flanking manouver.
Peter Parker

Cobblestone streets were littered with debris, wreckage and plenty of damages to fancy chain stores. It would cost the city a fortune to repair it all. Law enforcement and first responders continued with their procedures, news helicopters captured every moment of the action below.

The strangely shaped beast shifted its flexible limbs, as if to protect its space. Its body language demonstrating power and strength as it continued to whip about. The creature shrieked, but there was no mouth or teeth that he could see. He looked for an opening, a weak spot, something that he could attack, but the creature appeared seamless. Peter was certain, that the Captain would have finished the creature had she found any weaknesses. The Captain’s response amused him, ”I was in the neighborhood,” he said with a smile behind the mask.

Safety lied in keeping his distance from the creature, his spider-senses would take care of the rest. Uncertain of what it is capable of, Peter thought it was best to be cautious. His curiosity once again fixed on the alien creature. What is it? Does it have a name? Where did it come from? ..Is it man made or is it really a being from a galaxy far far away? The answers to his questions would have to wait. Peter dismissed those thoughts and agreed with the Captain’s words. They couldn’t continue this fight in the middle of SoHo, the city and everyone in it was in danger. ”Avoid it like the plague. Got it,” he replied to her suggestion, not taking his eyes off from the thing before him.

When he saw her fists light up, he shuffled his feet and lowered himself close enough to the ground. Peter enjoyed this part, teaming up with other super humans or superheroes, taking down threats of all kind. Working together to protect lives was fuel, motivation and as always, a reason to fight harder. He knew he would learn from this, he always took notes.

Spider-Man took her advice about the beast and its long flexible limb; he would hate to be on the receiving end of one those attacks. Peter nodded and watched as Carol unleashed a blast of energy right into the thing’s center. The traces of emotion in the monster’s roaring and shrieking could be heard, and there it was, his time to act. He vaulted over the monster, twisting in mid air before landing within inches of the abandoned truck. The monster released more growls and shrieks that carried in every direction. Peter aimed with both hands for the creature’s back, the strands of thick web latched on. He grabbed onto his web, and felt the monster resisting. Peter pulled, testing the thing’s strength and power.

”Hey, hey. Here, boy!” His attempt to capture the attention of the beast came with more resistance. The tug of war was only beginning, but Peter wasn’t using all of his strength. Not yet. He was also certain that the beast was holding back, yet it continued to struggle. Spider-Man secured his grip on the web lines with another yank, adding a little more force this time. Again, he jerked the monster with enough force to knock it off of its feet. He watched the creature fall flat on its back, tendrils smacking the ground erratically. Peter groaned under a breath, he pulled and dragged the beast with all of his strength, inch by inch, closer and closer to the waste bin.

Carol Danvers

Peter followed Carol’s lead to perfection. As glowing energy continued to emanate from her closed fists, Spider-Man hurled himself into a neat, twisting jump that saw him clear the tentacled monstrosity and land behind it, his movement apparently unseen – it was, after all, doing its utmost to deal with Captain Marvel’s frontal assault. More gurgling and roaring sounded, and it tried to advance, thrashing and pushing against the charged photons that worked to halt it. In other circumstances – were it not a mutated being trying to kill her, Parker and civilians – Carol would have been impressed: it had a toughness and determination that would rival the Hulk’s. Luckily for the heroes hoping to quell the threat, it wasn’t quite as strong as Jennifer Walters’ green-skinned alter-ego.

‘Hey, hey. Here boy!’

Peter’s quip suggested he was in position, and the sudden movement of the beast confirmed it. Utilising his incredible strength, he tugged on two thick strands of webbing, hauling the creature back toward him and the garbage truck they’d marked as temporary containment. It fell from its feet, twisting and pulsating wildly, as it was dragged unceremoniously across the floor, gnashing and lashing out at the webbing that held it in hopes of breaking it.

With its many beady eyes focused upon the white rope-like substance that clung to its back, Carol saw the chance to approach. Taking flight, she dashed forward, clearing the distance between herself and the creature in a matter of seconds. Timing her arrival perfectly with Peter’s drag – ensuring it was almost upon him before she engaged – she reached out and took hold of two writhing tentacles firmly, hoisting the beast upward toward the open iron maw of the garbage truck. She hoped Peter would follow suite.

Huffing, groaning and panting against its weight, fighting to ignore the lashes she suffered across her back, she ground her teeth. Carol glanced over to Parker. “Are you even lifting?!” Though the monster worked against them, one of its jarring turns served to aid the pair of heroes struggling to capture it. Its sudden change in its angling allowed them to hurl it into the makeshift prison, whereupon Captain Marvel quickly reached out to punch the large, green button that shut the metallic teeth of the compactor.

Then, she took a moment to catch her breath, before glancing at her fellow Avenger.

“What? No ‘taking out the trash’ quips?” It seemed like the sort of cringe-worthy one-liner Peter Parker tended to reel off.

Peter Parker

Peter’s grip on his web lines tightened even more as he continued to drag and pull the creature. He was closer now, he felt it and reassured himself by giving the truck a brief glance. The creature disagreed with the jerking, it only angered it and showed off by flailing and thrashing about. His feet firmly placed on the ground only shifting slightly as he yanked the monster closer to the objective. The mask conveyed his facial expressions, it wasn’t difficult to notice the weight of thing being dragged. Peter groaned at the weight of the thing at the other end of the web lines. The alien creature was well aware of the web stuck on its back, it continue to fight to break free.

Spider-Man’s eyes trailed in the direction of the Avenger, the super galactic soldier, and for a few seconds admired her decisive action. He was a hero in his own right, but he wasn’t or considered himself in the same league as Carol Danvers or the Fantastic Four or any of the other Avengers. He was no longer a teen but would always be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He had experienced more than his share of tragedies and other fantastic events from the moment he became a crime fighter. In a way, Peter felt more liberated in the suit than in his civilian clothes. While he had done some impressive things, he was just doing the right thing; living up to his Uncle’s words.

Are you even lifting?!

The words brought him back to the matter at hand, his attention completely absorbed by her actions. Her sass was great, it was the vibe Peter needed. He was always quick to reply with a quip, not at the moment. Peter refocused on what was unfolding in front of him, as he watched Captain Marvel pick up the monstrosity by its tentacles and toward the container. He was amazed by what she was capable of doing and then some. Spider-Man pulled, and helped with the lifting almost in sync with the Captain, the beast’s movements working in their favor. Both taking the opportunity to throw the alien creature into the half filled container. The thrashing and banging inside the truck’s container went about for a few seconds after Carol punched the button to secure the monster inside. Using the moment to catch his breath, Spider-Man noticed the whip marks on her back and suit. How to ask her to seek medical treatment? She was a human being, but a human with celestial like powers and abilities.

Carol’s suggestions about his witty remarks were met with a brief chuckle. ”That’s a good one,” he said looking in Carol’s direction. He shot a few balls of web, exploding upon contact with the truck’s hind. Sealing it as best as he could, creating a network of strings and lines here and there. ”How about we recycle it instead?” He gestured at the truck, before taking a few seconds to scan the area.

Peter’s curiosity about the monster tickled at the back of his head, like his spider sense would. ”This thing,” he trailed off as if he thought about how to ask. Although there was really no other way to ask. ”What is it?” Peter knew better than to ask what it was doing here or why it had attacked the Captain. New York was a city full of surprises.

Carol Danvers

‘How about we recycle it instead?’

At his response to her suggested quip, throwing out his witty retort as if he’d been planning on her taking the most obvious option before she’d even voiced it, Carol affixed Peter with a long, hard, unflinching stare. Her face was momentarily expressionless, and she imagined him grinning beneath his mask. Slowly, she shook her head. “How do you come up with these?” Her question was tinged with mild exasperation. “Is there a book or website that helps you study cringe-worthy one-liners?” If there was, Parker was likely the one to have published it.

With a sigh, Carol shifted her gaze away from her fellow Avenger as he busied himself securing the captive beast’s temporary prison and looked down at herself. Her attire was a little worse for wear - the monster’s barbed limbs had shredded parts of her costume, and fabric hung limply from her midriff, shoulders and thighs. It looked far worse than it was; damage to super-heroic clothing was one of the hazards of the job – she’d been in much worse states. Any costume damage was an easy fix for someone capable of utilising cosmic energy to re-arrange and warp atoms.

‘This thing…’
Peter drew her attention again, and she glanced toward him, urging him to continue his thought with an encouraging “Hm?”

'What is it?'

Captain Marvel shrugged in response. “Honestly? I have no idea.” Her nose wrinkled a little, her brow furrowing beneath her face mask. Carol prided herself on knowing as much as she could about the races of the galaxy, about the threats humanity faced. The creature that had assaulted them, though, was truly alien to her. She’d encountered nothing like it in all her years traversing the depths of space. “If I did, it probably wouldn’t be trapped in a garbage truck.”

“Maybe we can try asking it when we get it out of town.” She was fairly sure they wouldn’t get much of a response. Re-focused on protecting the civilians still littering the New York streets, Carol stepped toward the vehicle, stooped low and hoisted it upward a little, lifting its rear. Muscles strained, and she grunted a little at the weight. “Any help?!” With a second effort, she managed to push it higher, getting beneath the heavy, metallic chassis. Once she’d reached its centre, she prepared herself to take to the sky – to fly the beast as far away from civilization as she could before it broke free of its makeshift containment pod.

If Parker was going to continue to offer his support, he was going to have to hitch a ride.

Peter Parker

The creature was securely trapped in the garbage container, it was a sight of relief. The destruction it had caused had likely injured innocent New Yorkers and tourists. The news and everything regarding the event would be something of another matter. The city did its best to welcome superheroes, the media however was a completely different story. The web wrapped around most of the truck would hold and last for about an hour or so, it would give them enough time to plan and act.

He took in her reactions for his own brief amusement. It wasn’t every day that he can team-up with one in the top of the class of Avengers. Peter rolled up his sleeves high enough to reveal his web shooters, pushing a button on the right one. He proceeded to remove the cartridge, pocketing the modified empty vial the size of a bullet for a full one. The hint of irritation in the sound of the voice was welcomed with a brief smile. By now Peter had replaced the left web shooter, it had given him some wiggle room to be cheeky in his response. ”I’m currently looking for a publisher for my new book,” he said, another smile forming on his lips. ”Although, it’s still a work-in-progress,” he added with a sly grin behind the mask.

Her response was as expected, his attention fixed on the trapped creature before turning to look at her. Something wasn’t right, and he didn’t need his spider senses to know this. Looking down at the ground, Peter followed the trail marks of the creature’s struggle moments ago. His straying didn’t distracting as it would seem, he was listening intently. Her full response confirmed his thoughts, ”Then we don’t have much time. I’d like to know if this thing can communicate. Besides, is not every day I come across aliens. ” He said jokingly, knowing his luck, the creature could call for back-up. He approached the truck and before he could lend her a helpful hand, the vehicle was lifted off the ground. ”Huh. I missed my cue.”

Spider-Man fired a thick glob of webbing, angling the line to attach on the truck’s body. It sent him off the ground in a blur, course correcting his pose as he used the webbing line as leverage. It was the momentum he needed. The brief commotion of his actions wouldn’t go unnoticed. As nimble as he was, some things can’t be done without some imperfection. ”Captain? Got any places in mind?” Peter’s voice came through clear, it was one of his well trained habits. It was easy to adjust the sound of his voice whenever he was so high off the ground.

The spider sense made him feel confident, they weren’t in any danger at the moment. He was always thankful for this ability, it kept him alive and one step ahead. ”There are abandoned islands not too far from here,” he suggested.

Carol Danvers

”Huh. I missed my cue.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do all the heavy lifting. I’d hate to put you out.” Carol shot him a withering sideways glance from beneath the garbage truck, and then with the slightest bend of her knees, jumped skyward – taking to the air with a glow of charged energy particles. Firing a line of webbing at the airborne truck, Spider-Man hoisted himself toward Captain and cargo, and landed neatly on the underside of the vehicle – following a slightly cumbersome course correction that gave Carol cause to smirk.

With Peter stuck to the beast’s temporary prison, Captain Marvel continued in an upward arc, breaking cloud cover before slowing.
“Captain? Got any places in mind? There are abandoned islands not too far from here.”
Glancing at the masked hero, Carol shrugged her shoulders, as if the immense weight she carried was barely any bother following her initial complaints: the garbage disposal truck was cumbersome rather than heavy. She’d lifted much heavier things in her many years as a hero.
“Honestly? I was thinking desert, but any uncolonised landmass works. We just need somewhere we can blast and punch this thing freely…y’know, if it decides it doesn’t want to chat.” As much as Peter’s desire to attempt conversing with the twisted creature made sense, Carol really, really wanted to keep hitting it. It had, after all, ruined her t-shirt and aviators.

“Point me in the right direction,” Carol said finally. If Peter had somewhere in mind, he could serve as her SatNav. He’d just have to do it quickly, as the shaking and rumbling from within the garbage truck was getting only more violent. Even with the added webbing, she doubted the metal would hold for too long, and the image of the tentacle-creature becoming a living, thrashing meteor of destruction over the city of New York was not one Carol wanted to dwell on.

Peter Parker

The afternoon breeze made tagging along feel more like a nice ride on a Sunday afternoon. Was it a Sunday? He couldn’t tell anymore, he had one too many problems to juggle at the moment. Peter liked getting involved in certain events, and most of the times he couldn’t help but be dragged into them. His morning started a bit slow, and by noon he had a list of things to do. His life had always been crazy, in part because of the responsibility to bear great power. For now he soaked in the view, the city skyline now behind them. The faint sound of seagulls could be heard within range, as he did his best to stay still. His attention hadn’t drifted too far, picking up on the female Avenger’s every word.

With innocent lives now safe, his attention now focused on in finding a deserted land, just as the Captain asked. He was always doing his best to protect and save the city on a weekly basis, but this wasn’t his fight. Not yet, he said to himself. ”I wouldn’t get in the way, you’re welcome to punch it back to wherever it came from,” he said before spotting a decent sized island, it was a few kilometers south of Manhattan and past the Verrazano bridge. Having a front row seat to Captain Marvel vs. this monster was thrilling, until he regarded the creature for what it is.

The thing continued its struggle to break free. The makeshift prison would only contain the initial damages, its destruction would jeopardize some neighborhood in Brooklyn. His webbing was a temporary solution, and the weak metal cage would soon be shattered. ”Look, there. That island, southeast of the borough.” He remained still, the sound of his voice would be more than enough. The beating of the metal from within were visible on the outside, the webbed metal container slowly losing its value.

”I don’t think it’ll want to chat. Which is a real pain in the neck,” he added with a smile. Peter calculated and prepared for the worse, he wouldn’t mind having to fight. Spider-Man’s buzz at the base of his neck was but a brief sensation. He wouldn’t ignore the warning, ”..and we don’t have much time.” Again, he spoke the obvious as the creature continued to damage the frame of metal cage. His ability to cling to almost any surface making it possible to hold on to the truck’s rear. He braced for what was to come, ever so slightly shifting his body as he adjusted his line of sight on the land below. 

Carol Danvers