//------------------------------// // The Vulture strikes // Story: Spiderman the hero of canterlot // by Neztrolove //------------------------------// Running across rooftops away from the insane arms dealer in the suit. Peter Parker Jumped across a rooftop narrowly landing on the tile. The boy heard the screech of the vulture soar towards him and a second later he felt his danger sense activate. The leapt from atop the roof unto the backyard of the house he was on, Vulture perched atop of the spot where Peter had just been. "You can't run forever kid." Vultures distorted said, his green goggles gyroing and clicking onto peter. He's right I have to take the fight to him. Peter thought looking at a rooftop then an idea formed. Peter shot a web and grabbed a bbq grill, throwing it at The vulture while shooting another web at the rooftop. In one quick motion the vulture swatted the grill while peter zipped onto roof. The boy grappled the side of the roof trying to scramble up on the roof while the Vulture let out another screech. Peter took a runners Jog toward the roof. The vultures shadow appeared overhead, Peter waited a few seconds until his danger sense became unbearable then jumped over the vulture as the villian swooped under peter. While midair peter shot a web strand on vultures back, pulling himself toward him and raising a fist. Vulture turned instantly and swung his wing aiming for peters head making the boy divert his course. He pressed his feet on Tombs chest then leapt as the wing made contact with his chest. Peters foot fell halfway down in the air. The boy soared into the ground and rolled into a ball. The boy felt a warm sensation on his chest. He saw that his sweater was cut open and knew he was bleeding. Oh crap, he has combat experience and all I have is a cheap costume and spider powers that I don't know how to use yet. I need to run. The danger sense tingled as vulture screeched Over Peters head. The boy sidestepped into alley way then ran his side hurting from his wound. The boy ran into the open streets. The boy extended his arm and shot out a web strand to swing through the Vulture in hot pursuit. The throbbing pain in Peters gut a reminder of the things that await him if he doesn't escape. The boy reached the end of his line as he shot another web this one grabbed by the vulture who bypassed peter. The vultures talons tightened on the strand and pulled peter forward. Dragging the hero across the pavement pulling up gravel and stone across the way. "thats the thing kid, when people hear gun dealer they think that he has the best firearms for himself but you and I both know those guns are useless against people like you and me. Shame I cant recruit you but you disrupted my business." Vulture swerved slamming the boy into the side of a house, his body crash leaving a man-shaped in it. Peter pried himself free falling face first into the ground with a groan. "Yep, gonna feel that one tommorrow." The danger sense blared and in one quick motion peter turned and shot web upward hitting the vulture in the goggles making him fly uncontrollable into he fell face first into the pavement, Peter could feel the pain overtake his whole body and his legs were like butter. He leaned against the building he was thrown through glaring at the vulture as the villian pulled the web from his goggles and picked himself up like he didn't just fall from high up. At the very least the vulture seemed to be breathing heavily, his chest pressing in and out and the distorted gasps. "your tough for a rookie but I can see your close to death. Goodbye kid, you were a worthy foe." The sirens in the distance caught both their attention. "Shit, the cops… looks like you got off lucky this time but just so you know if I see you again in the streets then I will personally tear your head off." with a screech the vulture fly up and away leaving peter in a form of shocked relief. The boy breathed in and out fast then let himself slide down on the ground to rest. Thank god someone called the cops. The boy felt his sweater, Im gonna need a better costume. The boy laughed hysterically. A better costume!? Seriously! I almost died! He berated himself. Whats the point of super powers if I cant use them properly. Using the wall to support his aching body, Peter took a limping walk out to the open street. Aiming his webshooter toward a house to swing home he pressed the button and nothing came out. Damn, must've broken when Tombs was kicking my ass and dragging me across the pavement. On que the bodys head beat as he waddled toward the gate. It's gonna be a long walk home. Peter had finally got home just before dinner time. The boy ascend the side of his house crawling through the pain and drowziness until he reached the window and entered his room. The boy pulled himself to bed and let himself relax. That was terrible. He thought, I didn't land one punch on that guy and he ran me ragged. The boy looked up at a picture on his drawer. It was him, uncle ben, and his dad at the lake. He saw that he had cuaght a huge fish. The boy smiled on the memory. How many times did I cast my line before I got it right. The boys eyes widened as if everything just fell into place. That's it, practice… I need to master my powers before fighting an actual supervillian. I had gone in expecting another thug like the rest of his gang. But if I truly want to save people I need to master my powers. Peter encouraged by his thought made a promise to himself. I will master these powers and then I will bring the vulture in. Feeling an ache in his whole body. After I heal up of course.