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Chapter 173: Four Times Peter Gets Trapped & One Time It Goes Wrong

A Request by ChildOfChaos714 

(Alright y'all, this is a chapter that is pretty intense and new, it's something I've never done and I'm taking it head on! Challenge accepted Chaos. Btw this one takes place in different times. For example, the first part is homecoming and the rest are just random lol.)

Anyway, on with the story.
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Peter's heart was racing immensely, he had to stop Toomes from hijacking the plane holding the avenger's valuables. If he didn't, millions of lives would be in danger. He got the abandoned building after totaling Flash's car, well, his dad's car, and he ran into the building. Seeing Toomes, the room is filled with computers and gadgets. Monitors showing Avengers Tower and the blueprint of Stark's plane. Peter spots Toomes vulture's wing suit and goes deeper inside. The teen really wished Tony hadn't taken his suit. "Hey! Surprised?" He shouted.

"Oh, hey, Pete. I didn't hear you come in." Toomes said as he turned around.

"It's over. I've got you." Peter told him as he stalked closer to him.

Toomes chuckled, "You know, I gotta tell you, Pete, I really, really admire your grit. I see why Liz likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn't sure. I thought, "Really?" But I get it now."

"How could you do this to her?" Peter asked, once this thing would end, Peter knew Liz would be devastated. No matter how mad or hurt she would be, stopping her father was the right thing to do.

"To her? I'm not doing anything to her, Pete. I'm doing this for her."

That's a twisted way of looking at it, he thought, "Huh, yeah." Peter shoots his web and glues Vulture's left hand against the desk.

Toomes sighs, "Peter, you're young. You don't understand how the world works."

"Yeah, but I understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong." Peter retorted.

Toomes scoffed, "How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower? Or any of his little toys? Those people, Pete, those people up there, the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us, like you and me, they don't care about us."

"We build their roads and we fight all their wars and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after 'em. We have to eat their table scraps. That's how it is. I know you know what I'm talking about, Peter."

"Why are you telling me this?" Peter asked.

"Because I want you to understand. And... I needed a little time to get her airborne." Vulture takes a folding knife out of his pocket. Vulture's wingsuit flies out from behind Peter's back, which he avoids. In the confusion of the moment, Vulture cuts free from the web. The wing suit continues to attack Peter, but he avoids it with quick movements.

"I'm sorry, Peter." Toomes muttered.

"What are you talking about? That thing hasn't even touched me yet." Peter laughed.

Toomes nodded his head, "True. Then again, wasn't really trying to."

Peter realizes that the wingsuit wasn't attacking him; instead, it was chopping down the pillars. The building collapses, its wreckage raining down on Peter and burying him. Vulture picks up a walkie-talkie and talks to his right hand man Mason. "Chief, they're powering up engines."

"Okay." The other man replied.

Mason hurried, "Come on, come on, come on."

Toomes waved him off, "Yeah, yeah." He takes one last look at the pile of debris covering Peter, then walks away. He pauses to stare at the Avengers tower, while his wingsuit attaches itself on his back. Peter grunts and cries, as he feels the weight under the debris, still alive. He panics, struggling to breathe, and takes off his mask. "Oh, god. Okay, ready?" He struggles to get up but fails.