A Tale of Two Spiders [BEING REWRITTEN ELSEWHERE]

Part 21

"I wanted some answers on this whole Spider-Man/Woman thing, and I was hoping you'd have some answers."

"And...maybe...we could...try teaming up, or something."

I blinked.

"Teaming...up?"

"Yeah?"

I smiled.

"It's fine, I don't really need help right now. Fighting villains isn't really that bad. But, maybe I'll call you if I get hurt or something."

I looked at him and saw what I assumed to be a neutral face - the mask doesn't do me emotional justice.

Or him, apparently, cause he let out an exasperated sigh and pinched his nosebridge, seemingly angry with me.

For...whatever reason.

He started to say something before we heard a large crash behind us.

I whipped around to see the tip of a wing disappear into the art museum.

"Finally, some action," I said, grinning.

"Hey, uh, you wait here, I'll come back for you, just gimme a second."

"I don't-"

I didn't hear him finish the sentence as I swung away.

Inside the museum.

"Hello?" I called out, half-expecting a response.

I didn't get one.

"Huh...don't know why I expected it to work - ugh!"

A giant flying turkey came out of nowhere and slammed into me, which pushed me into the pile of rubble.

"And you are?" I managed to say, propping myself up on one elbow.

"What's it to you?" He responded in an Italian accent. I could hear his wings beating behind me, which sent huge gusts of air, chilling me to the bone.

"Oh, okay. Sensitive. Noted."

I stood up and glanced at him.

"May I take a wild guess as to why you're destroying the city's only decent art museum?" I asked.

"Go ahead and try." He flew at me extremely fast and would've sliced my head off with his wings...

If I didn't have a Spider-Sense.

I shot a web at him, spun around, and kicked his chin. I used the leverage I gained from that kick to land on his back and clutch onto his feathers.

"Someone said something mildly offensive and you took it personally?"

"Wrong. It was not 'mildly offensive', it was

an insult to art!"

He pressed his back to the wall and flew as fast as he could, which, in turn, dragged me along the wall as well.

He let out an evil laugh as I lost my grip on him and fell to the ground.

This guy is...much tougher than the Rhino.

"Big talk for a flying chicken. If anything, your costume is an insult to art. Ever heard of something called fashion?"

I said, slightly smirking under the mask.

He growled and picked me up by the collar as he soared upward once more.

"Confident, are we?" He said, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"But to answer your last question before you die, I do not care for the likes of 'high fashion' as you people do." He shot a grapple at my neck and pinned me to the wall, raising his claws.