"Hey Tate!" Callum's voice was loud down the phone. Tate winced as it emanated from his airpods. The pavement clacking under the wheels of his skateboard as he made his way through the city. "Where the heck are you?" Tate cursed as he narrowly avoided a businessman who had stepped onto the pavement at the wrong moment. The man stumbled back as he rolled passed, angry shouts echoing behind him. Tate just flicked the middle finger over his shoulder as he skidded round a corner. 

"Callum, chill". He huffed. "I'm on my way".

"The movie is literally starting in ten", Jasons voice emanated slightly muffled from the phone. The call was probably on speaker. 

"We have had this planned for days", Abe complained. "Of course Tate's late". 

"Oi", Tate grumbled, the wind flipping his hair back and tugging on his oversized hoodie. (It was one of Peter's and despite Tate and him being similar heights, Peter was broader in the shoulders). "I got carried away. Lost track of time. Sorry mom". Abe grumbled at the sarcasm and there was a laugh from Charley. 

"Jason has already brought popcorn and if your don't get here quick then it will be all gone by the time we actually enter the theatre", Callum warned. Tate heard muffled voices and a smug laugh. Callum spoke again but slightly quieter, face turned away from the phone. "Jason, don't you dare spill that!"

"Tell Abe to stop jumping at me". 

"Stop holding the popcorn above your head and share, you dick". 

Tate chuckled as he swerved between a group of tourists and round a woman carrying flowers. The cinema was just down the road and he could see the sign hanging over the street. The pavement was clear of people and he grinned as he sped up. "I am just up the street. See you in a sec", he spoke before disconnecting the call and slipping his AirPods back into his pocket. He skidded to a stop outside the glass doors and flicked the board up as he stepped off. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed in relief as he spotted his friendship group through the glass. The gang were in the corner of the entrance hall. Callum leaning on Charley's shoulder and on his phone as Charley watched the other two boys engage in a heated discussion. 

Tate tucked his board under his arm and went to push the door open. That was when a set of hands grabbed his shoulders and hauled him back. He whirled in surprise, hand falling from the door was he staggered. There was a black van in the street behind him and four men wearing medical face masks and baseball caps had poured out. The first man was the one grabbing him. He was large, much taller than him and his grip was strong. Tate yelped in surprise and swung up his board. The wood hit the man solidly in the face with a resounding Thwack! The man grunted and fell back. Tate followed it up with a kick to the stomach that forced the grip on his shoulders to break as the man hit the floor. 

The other three men advanced as Tate flicked his hair out of his eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" He scowled, fingers gripping his board. "Did dad piss someone off?" The question was muttered under his breath. (He could have sworn that the headlines had been quiet lately but you could never tell with Tony Stark). There was no answer as the three men advanced. Tate backed up closer to the doors, keeping his board between him and three thugs. Then they lunged and he moved. It was easy to flip one of the men over his shoulder. The momentum was too big to stop as he went crashing into the glass. It shattered and he landed on the floor of the cinema entrance hall with an almighty crash. 

The hall was mostly empty. Only the two girls at the desk and popcorn machine and a small family in the middle of buying their tickets. There was a couple by the toilets and Tate's friends in the corner, all of which were now gaping at the scene with open mouths. "Hi guys!" Tate waved as he punched a thug in the face. (Something cracked under his fist and the thug yelled). 

"What the fuck?" Abe shrieked as the fourth man charged. Tate jumped and roundhouse kicked him in the head, the man falling onto one of his friends on the floor with the impact. 

Tate landed and tucked his board under one of his arms as he shook out his aching hand. Punching people hurt. "This is not my fault", He offered weakly. "They came at me first". 

Callum sighed and pressed his face into his hands with a groan. Outside came the squealing of wheels and he turned. Another lack van, this one much bigger than the first one, pulled up outside. The doors opened and about ten men poured out. Callum looked up and paled. "Shit! Tate! Run!" Tate didn't need to be told twice. He booked it. There was a scream as the men broke into a run after him. The two girls at the desk ducking down and the small family puling the children behind the desks. 

His vans skidded on the shiny floors as he passed his friends. "Call the police!" He cried as he slammed into the doors to the theatre. Hopefully all the thugs would follow him and Callum could get the others to safety. Callum knew self defence but he doubted that the other three could hold their own against armed men. And these men were armed this time. He caught glimpses of guns tucked into belts and a black sticks waving in hands. (Tony must have really pissed someone off). 

The theatre was still lit, the movie having not yet begun, but people were already in their seats and an advert was playing on the screen. They stared as Tate came busting in and began to leap up the stairs. The gang of thugs a few seconds behind. He glanced over his shoulder as he climbed higher. The group had split into two, each gang advancing up either aisle. They were planning on blocking him off at the top. Tate huffed as he slipped an AirPod into his ear. "FRIDAY, protocol: 25". 

"Protocol 25 engaged". Friday's voice echoed back just as he reached the top f the stairs. The group of teens in the seats stared as he huffed. One had his phone out and was filming. Tate glared at them. "Are you stupid? Get out of here! They have guns!" At that, some of the people on the lower seats began screaming and struggling out of their seats. The teens didn't move. 

"They're blocking the exits", One of the girls with bubblegum pink hair pointed out. 

"I know that", Tate huffed as he looked around. There was a rising in his ear then the calls connected. 

"Tate?" Peter's voice was the first. "What's going on?"

"Tate!" Tony's voice. He was alarmed. "Hang on. FRIDAY is sending me your location. Stay there".

"I can't really do that dad", Tate huffed as the men advanced. They had slowed now that he was trapped and were walking up the steps towards him. 

"Hey dude, why are these guys after you anyway?" a teen with blonde curly hair asked. 

Tate shrugged in response to the teen. "I am closer. I'll be there in five", Peter's voice was interrupted by the sound of wind as he swung through the city. Five minutes was not fast enough, the men were getting real close. The steps were too narrow for fighting and these men were armed. His skateboard wasn't the best defence. 

"Excuse me!" Tate shouted as he leapt up onto the back of the seats. The teens all yelped as he waved his arms for balance. The backrests were narrow and this was a crazy idea but he didn't have much of a choice. His arms pinwheeled for a moment then he was jumping down. The thugs all lunging out to snatch at him as he landed on the lower aisle of backrests. For a second he teetered back but he regained his balance. One thug lunged particularly close and he smacked the hand back with his board before jumping again. 

"Tate. Keep talking. What is happening?" Tony's voice held the familiar slight static it had when he was in the suit. 

"Men. About fifteen. Four already down. Ah!" Tate gasped as his feet almost slipped. He kept jumping, not pausing enough to allow himself to loose his balance. Feet landing on the backrests of the seats as he leapt down. The men on the steps behind him as they tried to both lunge for him as well as run down the steps. "Face masks and caps. No identifiable signatures. There have been no demands, they just came at me!" 

"Are they armed?" Tony's voice was controlled. 

"Guns and batons", Tate grunted as he kicked a man back. The thug went sprawling across the stairs and another tripped over him. At the top of the room, the teens clapped. Tate flicked them the middle finger as he continued bounding down across the backrests. "There's also roughly fifty civilians", he panted as he leapt from the last seats and landed in a roll across the floor. He was up on his feet in an instant and racing for the door to his right. It was marked with the green sign for escape door. 

Something yanked on his hoodie and he stumbled back. He swung up with his board but two hands caught it and yanked it out of his grip. Two men had seemingly moved faster than there colleges. One had a grip on his hoodie and the other threw his skateboard into the corner of the room. Tate winced at the sight and drove an elbow into the stomach of the man behind him. The second one reached for him and he dropped. The grip on the hoodie pulled the cloth over his head as his leg swept out. A impact and a thud told him that the second thug had hit the ground. He went boneless and the hoodie slipped off of him, the first thud reeling back in surprise. It left him open for Tate to flip himself back onto his feet and plant a foot right between the man's legs. He didn't stay to watch the man crumple, hurriedly shoving at the fire door. Alarms blared.

The door opened into a short corridor with another door at the end. Tate threw himself at it and it burst open. For a second the sudden sunlight left him blinking. The cinema had been gloomy and now the daylight was bright. He got a glimpse of a brick alley, the same as all the others in New York. Then a piercing pain hit him in the chest. He looked down to see a metal dart sticking out of his skin. The light blurred. "Oh fuck", he muttered. "They got me". The last word came out slurred. He felt his legs sag underneath him and his shoulder hit the cold concrete as the world swam. A black shape was approaching down the alley towards him. Tate felt his eyes close. The last thing he remembered was Peter and Tony shouting desperately in his ear. 

unedited 

those men weren't expecting Tate to be as badass as he is but unfortunately not even his training can work in all situations.