Peter held onto his neck like a baby monkey, only that where there would have been monkey swings, was now a fast paced ride around California.
"Hung tight! " Iron Man cautioned. "Here comes the landing. "

****
The green gas was now skin deep. It engulfed the whole region, like smoke in a chimney.
All around him, Peter saw dying people.
Some teenagers were hunched over coughing blood. To their right, a lady in a white suit collapsed, her eyes bulging.

"Hurry up. We need to evacuate them to the first floor of the hotel. " Iron Man said, slugging the lady in a single swap.

****
Peter snapped a web carrying the two teenagers up the sky scrapper.
    He had reached the elevator door when his hair rose on end.
Someone was behind him. Someone deadly.

***
He turned to face a masked man. A gas can in his hand.
Peter never waited for introductions.
    He booted the man square in the face, tightening  a web round him.
     But more came in all wearing masks.
"Take the elevator. " He said, closing the teenagers inside.
    He now faced the masked men.
***
One attacked from his right throwing the gas canister towards him.
  Another from his left sprayed the green gas on him.
    Four more attacked from the front.
***
For an erring second, he turned, snapping a web at the first attacker and in so doing punching the second right in the gut.
    This bought him time enough to kick the gas canister off the thief's hands, snapping a web at him towards the four remaining attackers.

When he stopped, fifteen men groaned all around him.