A Tale of Two Spiders [BEING REWRITTEN ELSEWHERE]

Part 21

"Let's see how well you fare against this, Spider-Woman."

He threw a grenade at the iron grate cover above us, and I started to panic.

3...

2...

1...

The grenade exploded and the grate fell down, crashing through the art suspended in the air...

And onto the people below.

"No, no, no!" I exclaimed, wanting to save the civilians who wouldn't be fast enough to escape.

"Why are you doing this - your problem is with me!" I cried out desperately.

He shrugged. "Collateral damage, Spider-Woman."

I won't be able to save them, will I?

I'll look so bad...

What kind of hero doesn't save civilians?

I shot a web in a feeble attempt to stop the iron weight from hitting the ground, but my efforts were in vain.

There was no stopping that thing...

Until there was.

A flash of black and red burst into the building, so fast that I could barely keep up.

One moment, the iron grate was falling, ready to crash onto the people below.

The next, it was webbed up and hanging a few meters off the ground.

The individuals below seemed to be confused at that minute.

The next, all the civilians were gone.

As quick as lightning, Spider-Man shot out of the shadows, with his fist ready to punch a villain.

The flying penguin groaned in pain and flew to the side of the building, effectively releasing me from his trap and momentarily stunning him.

I quickly recovered from my previous restrictions and flicked a web at the one railing of many in the museum, pulling myself onto the floor where Spider-Man stood.

"Hey, uh, thanks for the save. I wouldn't have been able to-"

"I didn't do it for you." He spat venomously, before turning to run in the opposite direction.

I stood there, rooted to the spot - no one had ever talked to me like that when I was Spider-Woman. It was all praise, praise, praise. Nothing else. My body flushed with embarrassment.

Does he...hate me?

I ran in the opposite direction along the circular floor, not wanting to interact with Spider-Man anymore as he obviously disliked me. I shot a web at the villain from the side, as he was flying in the middle of the museum, and pulled harshly on the web, wanting to end this.

But, right in the middle of my attack, the...Vulture! There we go. The Vulture flew to the side after Spider-Man threw a vicious punch at him.

The Vulture gathered his senses much faster than before, it seemed; he flew right back at Spider-Man, who swiftly dodged his attack and swung away.

I growled in frustration. I had him!

Why did Spider-Man have to interfere?

I attacked the Vulture out of blind rage, not really thinking about my attack. I tackled him while he was in the middle of gliding and pushed him onto the floor parallel to where I previously stood. He grunted and shoved me off of him, which made me fall - but I flicked my wrist and narrowly escaped from his attack.