[ And so, Peter hurries. He slams the side of his fist on a button that disengages the windshield, allowing him to leap right off the cockpit. On his way out, he yells to Felicia, ]
HIT THAT BUTTON AGAIN!
[ He has no time to look and see if Felicia does just that, slinging his web to once again get in Fin Fang Foom's way... for all that it's worth. The beast utterly dwarfs him, making Peter feel what it's like to have the proportionate size of a spider. Or as certain journalistic outlets might put it, "the experience really makes you feel like a spider." 7/10 too much water ]
So what is it, Foom? That your egg?
Do you want it back??
[ Peter's heart is racing. For all his gifts, he's not sure if he can meaningfully hold off a heavy hitter like Foom. While speaking, he's swung to a building's wall and burst into a run to scale it, then firing webballs directly at Foom's face. Each kind of patters onto him like droplets of rain, seemingly failing to catch his attention... until he ceases his forward movement and flaps his wings in place, stationary and suspended mid-air as his eyes gravitate towards the puny Spider-Man.
Now, Spider-Man has reached the top of the building, commanding Foom's attention from its edge. ]
If it's yours, Foom, it's only what you deserve.
We're trying to mitigate civilian casualties, here, property damage... so if you can calm down and explain yourself, you'll get what you want!
Everybody wins.
[ This is the most Peter's had to project his voice, and it's honestly more exhausting than all his quipping. He can expect to his throat to be sore from exhaustion before long.
But Foom, despite appearances... is listening. Even huffs in contemplation, seeming to heed Peter's words. He glances onward, though, at the Spider-Mobile distancing itself further and further away from the fray. ]
That's my friend, Foom. She's taking your egg to a rendezvous point, if you can believe me.
Do you believe me?
[ He receives, telepathically, a message from Foom. Foom understands. But the moment he even suspects a double-cross, like the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. coming to take him away, he will eat the Spider and do to New York what was done to Atlantis. The Great Cataclysm of old, though-- not anything Namor's done with the place recently. ]
Okay. Good. Thank you.
[ Peter's entire posture, initially taut with the tension of averting an apocalypse, utterly slumps. He relaxes before pulling out his phone. ]
Chill, Foom. I'm just texting my friend. The one I was talking about.
[ So, then-- ]
Felicia, if you're getting this, you can stop running. I'm sending you coordinates to the nearest pier.
Drive the Spider-Mobile there. I'll lead Foom to you.
We need to give this thing back to him, and hopefully he'll return to his hidey hole. He really just wants what's his.
[ Peter cringes at himself for not just offering the egg from the start. But then again, Foom did give them no choice, looking ready to eat them and the egg along with it, back when he swooped down from the sky.
Before Peter's done, though, he raises his hand at Foom. ]
Now I need to make a call, Foom!
[ Foom rolls his eyes. But someone needs to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. to hold their fire. Then hopefully someone at S.H.I.E.L.D. will tell the Avengers to do the same. ]
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HIT THAT BUTTON AGAIN!
[ He has no time to look and see if Felicia does just that, slinging his web to once again get in Fin Fang Foom's way... for all that it's worth. The beast utterly dwarfs him, making Peter feel what it's like to have the proportionate size of a spider. Or as certain journalistic outlets might put it, "the experience really makes you feel like a spider." 7/10 too much water ]
So what is it, Foom? That your egg?
Do you want it back??
[ Peter's heart is racing. For all his gifts, he's not sure if he can meaningfully hold off a heavy hitter like Foom. While speaking, he's swung to a building's wall and burst into a run to scale it, then firing webballs directly at Foom's face. Each kind of patters onto him like droplets of rain, seemingly failing to catch his attention... until he ceases his forward movement and flaps his wings in place, stationary and suspended mid-air as his eyes gravitate towards the puny Spider-Man.
Now, Spider-Man has reached the top of the building, commanding Foom's attention from its edge. ]
If it's yours, Foom, it's only what you deserve.
We're trying to mitigate civilian casualties, here, property damage... so if you can calm down and explain yourself, you'll get what you want!
Everybody wins.
[ This is the most Peter's had to project his voice, and it's honestly more exhausting than all his quipping. He can expect to his throat to be sore from exhaustion before long.
But Foom, despite appearances... is listening. Even huffs in contemplation, seeming to heed Peter's words. He glances onward, though, at the Spider-Mobile distancing itself further and further away from the fray. ]
That's my friend, Foom. She's taking your egg to a rendezvous point, if you can believe me.
Do you believe me?
[ He receives, telepathically, a message from Foom. Foom understands. But the moment he even suspects a double-cross, like the forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. coming to take him away, he will eat the Spider and do to New York what was done to Atlantis. The Great Cataclysm of old, though-- not anything Namor's done with the place recently. ]
Okay. Good. Thank you.
[ Peter's entire posture, initially taut with the tension of averting an apocalypse, utterly slumps. He relaxes before pulling out his phone. ]
Chill, Foom. I'm just texting my friend. The one I was talking about.
[ So, then-- ]
Felicia, if you're getting this, you can stop running. I'm sending you coordinates to the nearest pier.
Drive the Spider-Mobile there. I'll lead Foom to you.
We need to give this thing back to him, and hopefully he'll return to his hidey hole. He really just wants what's his.
[ Peter cringes at himself for not just offering the egg from the start. But then again, Foom did give them no choice, looking ready to eat them and the egg along with it, back when he swooped down from the sky.
Before Peter's done, though, he raises his hand at Foom. ]
Now I need to make a call, Foom!
[ Foom rolls his eyes. But someone needs to tell S.H.I.E.L.D. to hold their fire. Then hopefully someone at S.H.I.E.L.D. will tell the Avengers to do the same. ]