"Left!" Peter screeched suddenly and grabbed on to his seat as Emil swerved suddenly. They in pursuit of Mr Toomes (Ned referred to him as 'the vulture') with Ned shouting directions down Emil's phone.

"Okay so the vulture has stopped at some sort of where house. You need to take the next right", Emil could hear Ned saying through the phone. He skidded into the next turning, sending several cars beeping at him indignantly.

"Why the vulture?" He asked. "We could just call him Mr Toomes".

"Oi, the guy in the chair gets to make up the names", Ned huffed through the speaker.

"Can you please just concentrate on the road?" Peter asked weakly. "You drive like a maniac".

"Excuse me for being pressed for time", Emil muttered as he overtook a particularly slow van.

They pulled up outside a series of abandoned looking where houses on the outskirts of the city, Emil parking neatly next to a lamppost. As soon as they had stopped moving Peter was out of his seat and steadying himself against the bonnet. Emil waited a bit for Peter's dizziness to subside before getting out of the car. Giving him a pat on the back, he turned his attention towards the hulking shape of the nearest building.

"According to this, Peter's phone should be in there", Ned said.

"Thanks Ned", Emil answered as Peter stood up.

"Yeah, Thanks Ned".

"You Guys be okay", Ned worried. "I'll keep trying to call Stark's guy. Be careful". He hung up and Emil pocketed the phone.

"Come on then", Peter called as he began walking towards the doors. Emil sighed and headed after him.

"Let's get this over with".

The inside of the building was dark and gloomy. Prototypes of unknown weapons littered work surfaces and diagrams were pinned to the walls. The flashes of blue light as Emil avoided dark corners and the small sounds of Peter's webs were the only things that disturbed the scene. They searched deeper, navigating the dark rooms until they came to a open underground space. The room was large, the ceiling supported by cement columns and it was mostly empty apart from one cluttered table near the opposite wall. Mr Toomes was bent over it, messing with something. Emil's senses heightened. Something did not feel right.

"Hey!" Peter screamed, his voice echoing grimly around the stone walls. "Surprised!"

Mr Toomes turned, his attitude strangely amused. "Oh Hey Pete, and Emil's here too, I didn't hear you come in".

"It's over I got you!" Peter declared as he crossed the floor, Emil following a few steps behind.

"You know Pete", Mr Toomes said as he began pulling on his jacket. "You've got good grip, I can see why Liz likes you. You too Emil, although you were a lot better than Peter, never suspected you at all. I'm rather shocked considering you've been friends with Liz for years. Know, when Peter turned up at the door, I was like 'what's this'. But I can see know why Liz like you two".

Peter slowed to a stop about halfway across the floor. "How could you do this to her?" He asked. Emil paused behind him and surveyed the room.

"To her? I'm doing this for her".

Peter scoffed. He shot out a web and secured Mr Toomes' hand to the table he was leaning against.

"You see Peter, you don't understand how the world works", Toomes sighed.

"But I know that selling illegal and dangerous weapons is wrong", Peter shot back.

"Peter", Emil said. Peter ignored him.

"How do you think Stark got his tower? The rich can do this but not guys like us", Toomes spoke up. "Guys like us build their roads and fight their wars. They don't care about guys like us".

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

"Because I need you to understand". He gave a slow smug smile. "And I needed a little time to get her airborne".

There was a crash from behind them and Emil dived out of the way as Toomes' mechanical wings flew at them. They turned, crashing through a few of the stone columns before head back at them. Emil teleported to the other side of the room as Peter swung in avoidance of the sharp wings.

"What are you trying to do? This thing haven't touched me yet", Peter taunted and the wings collided with another wall. Emil ducked as stone came clattering, the wings missing them again.

"True, but then again, they weren't trying to", Toomes grinned.

Emil gasped and turned. Peter was standing several feet away, too far away to cross by foot. He teleported to his side as the wings swung around again. "Peter!" He yelled desperately, pushing him back with a violent shove as the ceiling cracked and fell, burying them under the rubble.

Mr Toomes waved away the dust with a satisfied expression before walking away.

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