Warning: author has feeble knowledge about the heating point of metal and whether or not a wall can be collapsed by over-heating and punching it really, really hard. :D Authors pseudo-science probably sucks. Enjoy some fanfic logic!

Also warning: This chapter was smaller than I thought it was going to be T.T

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Today's been a rough day.

But it was probably going a LOT rougher for the kid cuffed to the table.

When Sam got over his initial whining about missing the "superhero pose," he joined them in their ranks to face off against their last obstacle.

Norman Osborn.

Which, wow, was NOT expecting. Now they've never really paid attention to the news or science channels - boring stuff - but even they have heard about THIS guy. Super rich, lots of money and influence, a big-shot in the world of riches and entrepreneurs. While he was a definite step-down from Tony Stark, it was easy to recognize that well-known red, oiled hair.

There was no doubt about it. This was Norman Osborn.

Which didn't quite explain why he had Spider-Man cuffed to his table in the first place.

Speaking of which, Spider-Man wasn't looking too good. Even with his mask on, it was distinctly clear that he had a bloody nose and split lip - if the blood stains were anything to go by at least. Also, judging by the way his free hand was curled around his torso, it was a safe bet that his ribs were either broken or bruised. Probably both. Aside from the obvious, who knows what other injuries lay beneath the spandex.

Luke frowned, looking the hero over once more. He thought of earlier, while hiding in the hall, listening to the conversation between Norman and the Frightful Four. The team wasn't engaging in a fight yet so they could run an algorithm through the Frightful Four's links to pin-point Spider-Man's position.

Just thinking about the conversation still made his blood boil.

"Thundra, get in here. I need you to take care of the bug for me."

At first, Luke was excited that their plan worked. "Bug" could only entail that it was Spider-Man they were talking about, and the algorithm worked like a charm. Spider-Man was several levels above them. But that excitement quickly dropped when he also realized what that sentence implied. HIs theory was only confirmed when he saw Thundra grin, expression all too eager as she cracked her knuckles.

"Ah yeah, I've been waiting for those words."

Consequentially, he and the team tried to find him as quickly as possible to prevent any of that from happening. But it seemed, despite taking out the Frightful Four, he must've already had a bad encounter with them.

A flush of satisfaction sparked in Luke's chest thinking of the extra hard hit he'd given Thundra when they took the Frightful Four down. Heaven knows she deserved it, same with the rest of her team, which they'd given the smack-down to as well.

Still, Luke felt a little guilty that they hadn't gotten there sooner.

"Step away from Spider-Man," he ordered. "By the authority of SHIELD."

Norman looked absolutely murderous.

But he didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly raised his hands, to give up, before quickly slamming his fist down on the table, right on a button, and a section of the wall dropped. It took only a split second to react, the team lunged forward, but it was too late.

The wall slammed shut, cutting them off from the other half of the lab. Away from Spider-Man.

"Dang it!" Luke growled, slamming his fist into the wall.

"Come on, we have to get this open," Ava said, willing her claws to grow from her fingertips. "Powerman, Fist, Nova, hit it as hard as you can."

Nova scoffed, pushing up off the ground, "Pssh, dude, I can pop this thing open in no time." He put his hands together, channeling a large beam of energy that slammed into the wall. After a moment, it ceased. The wall was seared black in some places and white hot in others, but otherwise the same.

"Save your games for another night," Danny suggested, "Spider-Man is in need of us now." He took a deep breath, fist glowing, and hit the wall. A giant dent appeared in the metal. Powerman shouldered past Sam and aimed a punch for the heated melted. It squished and dented easily under his fist.

"Nova, again," he said. Sam happily did so.

They hit it again and again and again. After a good few minutes, Ava stepped back with an exasperated breathe. "We're not fast enough." She said. "We're wasting time." Her eyes trailed along the dent made by Powermand and Nova.

She snapped her fingers, idea popping, "Got it! Nova, blast the top of the wall. Keep it hot, you can't let it cool down."

He nodded, "That I can do," and shot a hot, stream of energy at the top of the wall, going back and forth along its edge, not allowing the metal even a moment to cool and harden.

"Powerman, Iron Fist," she said. "Hit the wall on each side, same time, aim near the top. On the count of three."

She positioned herself in the middle, looked left and right to ensure that they were in position, and started counting down. "1...2...3!" they jumped at the same time. Luke and Danny hit the wall on opposite sides at the same time, whereas Ava jumped forward and kicked as hard as she could.

A rattle shook along the metal.

"Again! Nova, don't let up!"

They did it again.

And again.

On the fourth try, it happened. The wall groaned, and tipped back with a loud careening whine, slamming loudly into the floor. The resulting bang shook the rest of the room, along with a loud shattering as a glass cage-thing broke under the weight of the metal.

The team hurried across it, zeroing on the two figures opposite to them. Thank goodness Norman and Spider-Man were still there. Norman was looking like a psycho holding a syringe over the Spider-Man, with one foot ramming repeatedly into the hero's injured sides as said hero struggled to keep the needle away. When the wall collapsed, Norman glanced at them, looking more murderous than ever, and jumped away.

Glaring spitefully, he back up.

"GET HIM!" Sam shouted, flying forward.

But, once again, technology preceded them. Norman stepped easily into the elevator already waiting for him and pressed the button. The doors closed at break-neck speed before Sam even got there. Norman was gone.

"COWARD!"

"Nova," Ava said, "Come on, we can still try and get him. He's probably heading to the roof, let's go!"

She held up her hand, which Sam clasped in his and swung her up so she was crouched on his back, and they zoomed out of the room.

Danny, on the other hand, stepped over broken glass and knelt next to Spider-Man, who was groaning in pain and coughing, bent shrewdly over his side.

"Namaste, Spider-Man," he greeted sympathetically, "You're injured. We need to get you back to SHIELD."

Spider-Man shook his head. "Na - ngg - n - no," He said, "N - not SHIELD. They - they'll lock me up."

"Bro, no one is going to lock you up," Luke said, kneeling next to him too. "You're hurt and you need medical attention. I'm warning right now, I will carry you against you're will if I have to."

Spider-Man took in a rattling breathe. "I - I need to find Otto," he said. "I - I need to find him. Nor - Norman, he - " he cut off with a painful cough.

Luke leaned forward to scoop him up, but Danny held him back with an arm. His expression said to let him handle it, and Luke backed away again, arms crossed and scowling.

"We'll look for Otto," Danny reassured him. "But whoever that is would probably want you to see a doctor. Let us take you to SHIELD so you can acquire medical attention, we promise that no further harm will come to you."

Spider-Man seemed to think about this. Danny was concerned about how much blood he lost as Spider-Man's head tilted and his voice came out high, lispy, and confused. "Fury - he...you won't let him lock me up?"

"He sent us after you, little dude," Luke spoke up, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "He found out you were taken and sent us in to get you out."

That seemed perplexing to him. "Whaaa..." he muttered lowly to himself, and Luke chuckled a little. He bent down again, holding his arms out.

"Here, I don't know if you have some macho-code or anything, but we need to get you to a doctor."

Spider-Man laughed, which he seemed to instantly regret. "No. No macho code." he said, "Princess-carry me away."

Luke carefully bundled the injured hero in his arms, cautious of the injuries and walked out with Danny trailing behind.

In his arms, Spider-Man sighed, muttering light, lispy, and almost to himself, "My heroes...."

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This....this was a sad, pathetic little chapter. Turns out my summary for it wasn't quite at par with the previous chapter...It is a very little part 2 to a part 1. Inadequate. T.T

Oh well, I got down what the chapter needed. I just though there was supposed to be more XD Besides, TEAM FLUFFIES!

Anyway, NEWS! The first chapter of my new USM fanfic has been posted! The book is "Rising Fatality" and the first chapter is called "Cheliceri"! Hope you guys enjoy XD

THere is 1 and 1/2 more chapter to this fic then it'll be finished! :D The next chapters will be relatively small, you know, just wrapping up loose ends and whatnot. All that fun stuff. See you then!

- OfficialUSMWriter