[center][img]https://fanart.tv/api/download.php?type=download&image=7219§ion=1[/img][/center] [center][b]Peter Parker[/b] | [b]Bobby Drake[/b] | [b]Angelica Jones[/b][/center] [center][i]Co-Written With [@Natty][/i][/center] Three men armed with semi-automatic weapons crouched beside a wall that shielded them from the line-of-sight of anyone who happened to be coming down this alleyway. While more men hid around that location, these three men would be the welcoming committee for Silvermane’s shipment truck that would be coming any minute now. They lurked behind their position patiently, waiting for the signal from the scout, who was located ahead of them, that the truck was coming. While the Rose’s men knew about Silvermane’s shipment and the possibility of that maggia leader to have reinforced that shipment with his own armed men, they never expected any third-party interference. [i]THWIP! THWIP[/I] Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sticky, white substance covered the firearms that they were holding. In the matter of seconds, whoever was on the other side of this sticky rope yanked those guns out of their hands, disarming them in the process. When the three men looked up, they discovered that a young man dressed in a blue and red costume with large white lenses was responsible for taking away their weapons. “I don’t know about you, but I was always taught that guns were [b]tools[/b], not [b]toys[/b]! If you guys cannot play nice, I’m going to have to confiscate these dangerous items from you!” “It’s Spider-Man!” One of the Rose’s men yelled. The man’s composure was rattled, partially due to the fact that they were ambushed by this superhuman vigilante. At that very moment, the advance scout’s signal went off, alerting all of the Rose’s men that Silvermane’s shipment was approaching. Knowing that the element of surprise was a necessity in their plan, the leader of this division of the Rose’s maggia ordered a hold fire. The plan would be all but moot if they showed their hand by opening fire on Spider-Man. Spider-Man webbed up the three firearms that he had apprehended from the men below him and adhered them to the wall, high enough that no one would be able to retrieve them until after the synthetic silk had dissolved. He then turned his attention back to the men, who had by then already darted away and ducked for cover since they knew that without their weapons, they would be sitting ducks to Spider-Man and any men that Silvermane might have sent. However, before he could go after the three men, a robust deliver truck pulled up to the loading dock that was located only a few yards away. A barrage of gunfire erupted, pelting the vehicle with hundreds of projectiles. However, nothing seemed to pierce the vehicle. Even the glass, although chipped and cracked, was still intact. After the first wave of gunfire ceased, a second wave of bullets were fired. However, this time the barrage was not aimed at the vehicle, but rather at Rose’s men. Somehow, Silvermane’s men were privy to the trap, already springing a counterattack against the men who thought they would have an easy prey to ambush. It was now time for Spidey and his Amazing Friends to spring into action. While these men were probably all scum, that does not mean that Spider-Man and company did not have to allow them to mow each other down. Life is precious, even the life of a scumbag. Following his courageous leader, Iceman dove straight into the action, steering the ice he was sliding upon towards the space between the two rival gangs. As he did so, his eyes snapped shut briefly as he concentrated, lowering his temperature even further, as well as that of the surrounding area. In an instance frost seemed to coat the ground around the hero as he moved, with him moving up his arms in an attempt to create an icy barrier. The ice responded to his commands, with a small wall of ice forming gradually between the two groups of gunmen. Luckily Bobby had managed to evade the gunfire so far, with him steering his ice slide away from the enemy fire. Deciding to give the temporary battlefield another swoop, he veered around, with the ice covered man heading back towards the fray. The icy wall, now riddled with holes and cracks seemed to reform as Bobby approached to the young mutants delight, who was now using his spare hand to fire short blasts of frost at both Silvermane’s and the Rose’s men. While most of the blasts seemed to miss due to the a combination of the great distance and the fact that he wasn’t bothering to aim, a few hit their mark, knocking back the occasional mobster and covering them in a thick layer of frost and ice. However he was getting cocky. Silvermane’s men quickly adapted to the situation, with them aiming most of their fire on the mutant who was now circling above them. “Iceman, watch out!” Firestar cried loudly, as she moved towards him through the air. It was too late though. While Bobby himself wasn’t hit, the spray from one of the men’s automatic submachine guns hit the ice in front of him as it began to form. The ice shattered instantly, causing Iceman to lose both balance and concentration. He stumbled. In seconds the mutant was hurtling towards the ground, the remains of his icy slide falling down behind him. Out of almost nowhere, Spider-Man swung towards his fallen friend, racing against time to grab Iceman before his impending collision with the ground. It was almost as if that infamous night began to repeat over and over again inside Peter’s mind, reminding him of the terrible fate that Gwen had suffered on that night. Timing his jump, Peter leapt into the air and caught Iceman and then he immediately shot out a webline to steer them away from the men who had put his teammate in such a position. “You should be honored, Frosty! Flash Thompson would have fainted by now due to how much a fanboy he is of mine, despite the great irony in that!” While Peter was taking Bobby out of harm's way, Firestar flew past them and send a radiation blast in the direction of the men who had knocked Bobby off of his ice slide. While Angelica did not hit any of the men with her energy attack, the impact it had with the ground around them caused debris to fly up and knock them down onto the ground. Once these men were incapacitated, Firestar began to fly back towards Peter and Bobby so that they could regroup. However, before she could reach them, a black bola wrapped around her legs. Although technically this weapon did not hinder Angelica’s flying abilities, she nevertheless turned to see her attacker. However, she was only greeted with a second flying bola that wrapped around her torso, restricting her arms. “Um, guys, my powers aren’t burning through these.” When Peter turned his head to see Angelica panicking in her distressing situation, he decided to set Bobby down on the ground and head back towards Firestar. However, once Peter and Bobby became earthbound, several maggia grunts, confused on whom they should be targeting, launched another round of gunfire against the two superhuman teens. Realizing that he could not just leave Bobby there out in the open, Peter grabbed Iceman again and tried to move him out of the way of the bullets that were whirling past them. “Iceman, we need a barrier between us, pronto!” “Sure thing, Spidey!” At once, Bobby flung up his right arm in the direction of their attackers, with a barrage of ice erupting from the ground between them as he did so. The sound of gunfire remained, although the teens found that there weren’t any more bullets flying past their heads for now, with them instead hitting the icy barrier, sending small chunks of ice everywhere. Outstretching his hand, Bobby send out another beam of ice, using it to reinforce the newly formed barrier. With that done he turned his attention back to the more important situation at hand. Angelica. He had watched as she had been hit by the multiple bolas, with him noting that she was evidently in trouble. Now that he wasn’t distracted he managed to take in the whole situation. Bobby and Peter watched in horror as a shadowy figure moved over the now motionless body of Angelica. Evident by the smoke as was hovering around them, the guy had tossed what appeared to be a knockout gas grenade. Enraged at the thought of him hurting his best friend, the Bobby darted forward. The ice covered mutant sprinted across the battlefield, raising his arms out in front of him. As he moved, he fired short bursts of ice at the ground before him, which he slid along with ease, building in speed. He had to help her. He had to stop him. By now however, the mysterious assailant had noticed the incoming mutant. As he lifted Angelica up and over his shoulder, he seemed to reach for something from his belt. Bobby wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but it was clearly some kind of grenade. Panicking, the young mutant tried to stop as quickly as he could, but it was too late, as the projectile flew towards both him, and the now following Spider-man. A flash of blinding light and sound erupted from the device. The sheer shock of it caused Bobby to tumble and fall, with the young mutant rolling across the floor, his arms shooting straight to his eyes and ears in order to block out the pain. The same could be said for Spider-man. Oh Bobby certainly did not want to know what that felt like with Peter’s spider sense! A short amount of time passed before Bobby regained his vision again. Fortunately the flashbag had effected a bunch of nearby Maggia Grunts too so the two teenage heroes hadn’t fell prey to gunfire during that “fun filled” surprise. However that was the least of his worries right now. The ice covered mutant raised his head, his eyes darting around the docks. This was bad. Both Angelica and her kidnapper were gone. “Angelica…” Bobby managed to utter the words, his eyes now fixated on where he had last spotted hi friend. His heartbeat was increasing past, his hands shaking wildly, causing several pieces of his icy armour to drop to the floor. “Peter, what do we do?” The young mutant asked, his voice full of panic and pain. “What the fuck do we do?!” Peter dragged himself back on his feet, trying to push through the massive headache that had been caused by the hyperstimulation of his senses. “Don’t worry, Frosty.” Peter rubbed his head, as if that would do anything for his major headache, “I know just the person who would know about any shady-looking costumed vigilante. Just follow my lead.” Peter then leapt into the air, swinging up to the roof of the nearest building. However, once he leaded, instead of shooting out another strand of artificial silk, Peter bent over and grasped his head. “Maybe we could rest a few minutes before we head out.”