𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝟖

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"𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!"

Kara turned to her mirror to give herself one last check. She patted down her hair, which she had softly curled, and leaned closer to make sure that her dark eyeshadow and lipstick hadn't been smudged. She shifted back and gave a small twirl, smiling as the skirt puffed out.

She had gotten it while dress shopping with Amelia, and it had actually been the other girl's suggestion. It was a navy-coloured A-line dress that had a short V-neck, with similarly coloured sequins that covered the top, and trailed onto the satin skirt, which ended just before her knees.

Satisfied, Kara grabbed a purse that matched in colour and swung it over her shoulder after checking inside to make sure that her phone (Tony had given her a new one—he had a bunch lying around) and wallet was inside.

She shut her lights off and headed down the stairs, smiling as she saw Peter, who was standing at the front door and chatting with her mom.

He was wearing a suit with a tie that matched her dress perfectly, and his hair had been styled with gel so that it lay flatter than it usually did. He had his usual adorable grin on his face, and his cheeks flushed once he and her mom turned to face her.

"Oh, honey, you look great!" Helen cooed as Kara came up to them. "You two are so grown up."

"You look beautiful," Peter murmured to her with a smile, causing her own cheeks to heat up.

"You look quite handsome yourself," she returned with a grin as she pulled on a pair of black flats. "Let's go."

"Picture first!" Helen interjected as she pulled her phone from her jean pocket and stepped back.

Kara put on her best grin as she stepped beside Peter, and it only widened as he snaked an arm around her waist and pressed the side of his face against hers.

"All right," Helen sighed after snapping a few photos. She stepped to Kara and pressed a kiss onto her head. "You two have fun. Text me when I can pick you up."

"Got it," Kara reassured her, sending her a thumbs-up before grabbing Peter's hand.

"And tell May I said thank you for driving you there!" Helen called as Kara and Peter headed out the door.

"Will do!"

Kara shivered slightly as they entered the cool October evening, though the chilly weather had no effect on the grin plastered on her face.

"We should've gone last year, too," she sighed as they headed towards May's car, which was parked at the end of the driveway.

"Why didn't we, again?" asked Peter.

She shrugged. "You and Ned didn't want to."

"Right."

"Hi, cuties!" greeted May as the two of them slid into the back seat.

"Hi, May!" Kara replied, pulling her seatbelt on.

May smiled as she started the engine and put the car into reverse. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks! It took a lot of time and effort to look like this," Kara giggled, tucking a curled strand of hair behind her ear.

Peter's eyebrows furrowed as he turned to her. "You don't look that different from normal?"

"Hurtful," she sighed dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "Hurtful, but . . . no, just hurtful."

"No!" he protested. "I mean like, you look as pretty as usual!"

May glanced back at them as she drove, and shook her head. "Oh, Peter . . ."

They reached the school less than ten minutes later, and Kara peered out the window to see that the doors were propped open, and, inside, huddles of people were chatting and bopping their heads to the music. The bundles of yellow, blue, and white balloons that hung inside matched the ones that were tied to the railing of the staircase outside.

Kara unbuckled her seatbelt and grinned. "Thank you for the ride!"

"No problem!" May replied with a similar smile. "Tell your mom I said thank you for giving Peter a ride home."

"Will do!"

Kara interlaced her fingers with Peter's as soon as they had stepped onto the pavement, and her eyes flicked over the faces inside as she searched for Ned; she knew he wouldn't have gone too far in without them.

"Do you see Ned?"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows as he looked around, and he shook his head. "No."

Kara glanced over her shoulder as she heard the sound of a car stopping, and a grin grew on her face when she realized it was Liz.

She tugged Peter towards the car. "Come, let's go say hi."

Liz grinned when she caught sight of Kara and Peter heading her way. "Hi, guys!"

"Hey!" Kara smiled. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at Liz and the hot pink dress she was wearing. "You look amazing!"

"So do you," Liz returned with a grin.

The front passenger seat window rolled down. "Hey, Kara!"

Kara crouched a little, and, through the window, she could see Liz's father. Over the many visits that Kara had made to Liz's house, she and Liz's father had gotten to know each other pretty well.

"Hi, Mr. Toomes!"

He smiled. "You look lovely."

"Thanks," Kara giggled. "Not as lovely as your daughter, though."

"Can't argue with that," he laughed good-heartedly before peering at Peter. "Are you the Mr. Peter Parker I've heard so much about?"

Kara's grin quickly faded as she turned to Peter, who was about as pale as a ghost. She squeezed his hand, though he gave no sign of acknowledgement as he gulped.

"Y-Yeah," he stammered out while nodding. "Nice t-to meet you, sir."

Mr. Toomes tilted his head as soon as Peter spoke, and a strange look crossed his face, though he quickly recovered and grinned. "You two mind giving us a moment? Need to give Peter the ol' Dad talk to make sure nothin' happens to my second favourite girl."

Liz rolled her eyes in amusement. "Dad."

"Just one moment, I promise."

Kara kissed Peter's cheek before looping her arm in Liz's. "We'll just be at the side. I'll keep looking for Ned."

After getting a rather nervous nod in return, Kara tugged Liz towards the staircase.

"Sorry about my dad," Liz sighed, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "You know how protective he is, even over you."

"Don't worry about it," Kara laughed. "Peter'll be fine. He already got a strict talking to by half the Avengers."

Liz giggled. "Yeah, I can't imagine my dad will be more intimidating than them."

Kara glanced around at the streets around them, her lips formed into a frown as she searched for Ned.

Liz glanced around for a moment before questioning, "Looking for someone?"

"Yeah," Kara sighed. "I can't seem to find Ned."

"Maybe he's already inside?" she suggested. "Did he have a date?"

Her frown increased as she shook her head. "He never told me that he did."

"Maybe he's late," Liz tried once more, eliciting a small nod from Kara. "Or just with some other friends?"

Kara's frown quickly morphed back into a smile as Peter came back, though her lips were quickly returned to their original form as she noticed his widened eyes and unsteady breathing.

"H-Hey, guys."

"Are you okay, babe?" Kara asked cautiously as she took his hand in hers.

Peter's eyes glanced over to Liz. "I'm fine."

Not seeming to notice the very obvious fact that Peter was lying, Liz grinned and nodded toward the entrance. "Let's go!"

Peter was awfully quiet as the three of them headed inside, and his grip on Kara's hand was growing tighter by the second.

A grin arrived on Kara's face as they reached the glass doors to the gym; Ned was already there, talking to Abe and dancing around (with his fedora, of course).

They entered the room, and the sound of music and chatter grew louder in their ears.

There were multicoloured lights flashing against the walls, along with some glowing yellow string lights that were hung up decoratively. Glowing yellow and blue stars were hanging across the ceiling, low enough to hit anyone over six feet, which, luckily, Kara was not. There were bunches of yellow, blue, and white balloons that were spread across the corners of the room, accompanied by streamers swung across the ceiling and walls.

In the middle of the dance floor was a large disco ball, glimmering from the light of the stars that surrounded it. Rockabye by Clean Bandit was playing over the speakers that were hidden in the corner of the room, and everyone was already dancing along to the upbeat song.

When Liz spotted a friend and said a quick goodbye to the pair, Peter glanced around and turned to Kara.

Her smile faded. "What's wrong?"

Peter swallowed thickly before muttering to her, "Mr. Toomes is the guy with the wings!"

She stared at him for a moment. "Come again?"

"Mr. Toomes is—"

"There's no way," Kara cut him off as she shook her head profusely. "No, Peter, I've known that man for a year, there's no way he's the one dealing in alien tech."

"Kara, it is him! I recognized his voice, and he recognized mine, and when he gave me the 'talk', he threatened me," he argued with raised eyebrows. "So, I'm pretty sure it's him."

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Please tell me this is just some sick prank."

Peter's expression was pleading as he gripped her hand tightly and whispered, "I swear, Kara."

She sighed once more.

"So what now?" she questioned, letting her arm fall to her side.

"We have to go get him," he urged. "Before it's too late."

Her eyes widened. "Now?"

"Yes, now! I got my phone into his car; we can track it."

She shook her head. "But—"

"Come on!"

Kara had no time to retaliate as Peter pulled her out of the gym, and, with a small groan, she followed him down the hallways of lockers.

"Peter!" she huffed as they ran down the hall. "Where are we going?"

"Locker!"

"No shit!"

Her eyebrows only furrowed as he undid his tie and tossed it to the side. He suddenly stopped in his tracks when they reached the end of the hall, and, after recovering from almost tripping, Kara watched as he lifted up the entire section of lockers and grabbed something—his homemade suit.

"Oh, Jesus, we're really doing this," Kara sighed. "Okay. I'll meet you at the back of the school."

Peter's eyebrows knit together tightly as he pulled off his blazer. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go home and change into my suit." She scoffed. "I'm not fighting anyone in a dress."

After getting a nod from Peter, Kara glanced around before teleporting to her room. She quickly sifted through her closet until she found her suit, then pulled it out.

She swiftly exchanged her dress for the suit and secured her face mask before adjusting her earpiece.

"Hermione," she said quickly, "call Amelia."

"Calling Amelia."

Tapping her foot against the ground, Kara listened as the phone rang, though it soon gave her voicemail.

"One more time, Hermione."

Again, voicemail. Maybe she was busy . . .

Kara groaned. Of course, the only time she didn't have access to her BondTouch.

Knowing that her time was limited, Kara adjusted her earpiece once more before teleporting back to the school, and yet another groan escaped her.

Peter, who was now fully suited, was speaking frantically to Ned, while a man was webbed up to the side of one of the many school buses.

"I was gone for two minutes!"

"Kara!" Peter whipped around towards her and gestured for her to follow. "Let's go!"

"Where?!"

"Let's go!"

Kara groaned as Peter took off in a sprint, and she had nothing to do but follow him.

Spotting Flash pulling up in a car, Kara watched as Peter jumped on top of the hood. In a gravelly voice, he demanded, "Flash, I need your car and your phone."

Wide-eyed, Flash looked up at him and stammered, "Uh, sir, t-technically, this is my dad's car, sir. So, I can't—"

"Now!"

Hurriedly, both Flash and his date got out of the car, and Kara jumped into the front passenger seat while Peter got into the driver's.

"Do you even know how to drive a car?" Kara whispered to Peter as he gripped the steering wheel.

"No."

"Oh, God."

Once Peter managed to turn the car around, he drove back towards the street, hitting a row of bicycles on the way there.

Peter, who was frantically moving the steering wheel from left to right, instructed, "Call Ned!"

Kara grabbed Flash's phone and dialled Ned's number. It rang only once before Ned picked up, and Peter grabbed the phone from her.

"Hello, Ned?" Peter asked desperately. "Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

"Go for Ned."

"Ned! I need you to track my phone!"

"Yeah, but where is it?"

"I left it in the wingsuit guy's car!" Peter answered, swerving furiously to avoid hitting a stop sign (which he didn't stop at).

"Genius move. Okay, he just passed the GameStop on Jackson Avenue."

"Hey, where are the headlights on this thing?" Peter questioned both Kara and Ned. "I'm in Flash's car!"

"I'll pull the specs."

"No, you don't have to—" Kara sighed as she leaned over and turned the knob next to the steering wheel. The headlights turned on, though it clearly didn't help Peter's driving much as he almost swerved onto the sidewalk.

"I'm putting you on speakerphone!"

Peter quickly pressed the speakerphone button before passing the phone to Kara.

"You stole Flash's car," giggled Ned. "Awesome."

"Yeah, it's awesome, it's—" Peter suddenly veered right as a bus came their way and the car drove dangerously next to the patio of a restaurant. "Get out of the way! Move! Move!"

"Are you guys okay?"

"I've never really driven before, only with May in parking lots!" shouted Peter. "This is a huge step up."

Kara used her free hand to clutch tightly to her seat. "Peter, you're driving like this is Mario Kart! Slow down!"

Peter, however, did not slow down, and continued to Ned, "Hey, have you gotten through to Happy yet?"

"Yeah, I'm working on it. I just gotta backdoor the phone system."

After a few minutes, Peter shouted into the phone, "Where's my phone now?"

"Um . . . He stopped in an old industrial park in Brooklyn."

"What?" Peter questioned. "That makes no sense! He said he was going out of town!"

"Weird. Oh, I reached Mr. Happy. Don't think he likes you, by the way. It sounded like he was catching a flight. He said something about taking off in nine minutes."

"What?" Peter asked.

"He was surrounded by a bunch of boxes."

"Boxes?" Peter repeated in confusion.

"It's moving day," Kara sighed. Her eyes then widened in realization. "It's moving day! He's gonna rob that plane! We have to stop him!"

Peter immediately switched to the right lane and the speed of the car picked up.

After couple of minutes of Kara praying to God that they wouldn't get into a crash, Ned spoke, "Okay, slow down. You're getting close. It's on your right."

"What?"

"Turn right!" Kara exclaimed.

A little too late, Peter whipped his head around to see the road that had come up to their right. He slung a web at a pole that caused the car to screech and turn and spun the steering wheel to the right to help.

The car hit the curb and immediately began to topple over, and, while screaming, Kara and Peter held on for dear life as the car skidded across the road on its side.

It stopped right before it could hit a pole, and, with a loud creak, fell back onto all four wheels.

"Guys! Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Peter breathed out. "Just keep trying to get through to Happy."

"You are never allowed to drive again," Kara muttered as she got out of the car.

She followed Peter, squinting her eyes to make out the warehouse that they were approaching. Once they were near, Peter pointed up to the roof, and Kara quickly teleported up there as he climbed the wall.

Tiptoeing, the two of them reached the middle until Peter suddenly stopped. He motioned for her to come closer.

"What?" she whispered as she stepped towards him.

Peter didn't respond as he removed a tile from the roof and placed it to the side. He then straightened up and wrapped an arm around her waist before slinging a web to the edge of the rectangle of the open ceiling.

Keeping his grip tight on her, Peter lowered the two of them down.

Kara looked around with wide eyes as they reached the landing. In front of them were computers that had the layout of both the plane and the Avengers Tower.

Feeling a nudge from Peter, Kara turned around and followed him around the corner.

This room was mostly empty, save for the pillars and a set of stairs. At the far end, however, a table could be made out, along with a person in front of it—Mr. Toomes.

He seemed to be working a metal device, which rested along with a few other pieces on the table. A lamp that sat on the corner of the table lit his workspace, though it was quite dim.

"Hey!" Peter yelled as the two of them approached.

Mr. Toomes stopped working on the metal pieces in front of him and turned to them with raised eyebrows.

"Surprised?" Peter continued.

"Oh, hey, Pete. I didn't hear you come in." Mr. Toomes suddenly squinted as he seemed to notice that there were two figures advancing, and a look of realization soon dawned on his face. "Kara."

"Hermione," Kara whispered, "Enhanced Interrogation Mode."

"Enhanced Interrogation Mode has been activated."

"I don't know who this Kara person you speak of is," Kara said loudly, and she almost giggled as she realized that Ned had changed her voice to the one of Harry Potter. "I'm . . . Harry Potter."

Mr. Toomes chuckled, though the glint in his eye was far from humoured. "You always have loved Harry Potter. Although, Kara, I'll say, I didn't expect this from you."

Kara muttered for Hermione to turn the mode off, and her voice became hers again. "You didn't expect me, who has been surrounded by the Avengers her whole life, to become someone like them?"

"You got me there," he chuckled once more as he put on a jacket with a fur collar. "This is rather unfortunate. You've always been my favourite out of all of Liz's friends."

"How could you do this to her?" Kara questioned with a small scoff.

"To her?" Mr. Toomes repeated. "I'm not doing anything to her, Kara. I'm doing this for her."

"Hm. Yeah." Peter outstretched his hand, and a web flung onto Mr. Toomes's wrist, holding it down against the table and knocking over an empty beer bottle in the process.

Mr. Toomes looked down at it before sighing. "Peter, Kara . . . you're young. You guys don't understand how the world works."

"Yeah, but we understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong," Peter countered as he pointed a finger towards him.

"How do you think your buddy Stark paid for that tower?" pointed out Mr. Toomes. "Or any of his little toys? Those people—those people up there, the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us . . . like you and me . . . they don't care about us. We build their roads, and we fight all their wars and everything, but they don't care about us. We have to pick up after them. We have to eat their table scraps. That's how it is. I know you know what I'm talking about."

"Why are you telling us this?" Kara cut in with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because I want you guys to understand," Mr. Toomes answered. "And . . . I needed a little time to get her airborne."

Mr. Toomes dug a pocket knife from his pocket and showed it off to them. Before Kara could fully realize what was going on, a crash came from behind them, and immediately dropped to the ground while Peter flipped over what had come towards them—a wingsuit.

Peter slung a web towards one of the pillars and swung to it as the wingsuit came his way, and he quickly pushed himself off as the wingsuit smashed into the pillar.

As Peter jumped onto it, Kara shot a blast of energy towards it, though the blast hardly affected the wingsuit as it hit another pillar. It recovered before flying around and smashing through the wall.

"I'm sorry, guys," called Mr. Toomes.

The wingsuit crashed through the ceiling, though both Kara and Peter ducked to avoid it as it flew overhead.

"What are you talking about?" shouted Peter as he got up. "That thing hasn't even touched us yet!"

"True." Mr. Toomes shrugged while the wingsuit flew around the room. "Then again . . . wasn't really trying to."

Alarmed, the two of them turned to watch as the wingsuit smashed through the four pillars around them, and before they knew it, the ceiling was collapsing.

Kara let out a loud groan as she felt herself get pushed onto the ground while heavy concrete fell on top of her. She closed her eyes for a moment as her body ached, and she attempted to move any of her limbs, though all the rock around her prevented her from doing anything.

"Peter?" she yelled, though her voice was a little muffled.

"I'm here!"

"Are you okay?"

"Other than the ceiling being on top of us? Oh, I'm great!"

"Give me a second, I'll get us out!"

Kara closed her eyes and clenched her fists, though her mind could focus on nothing but the pounding headache and her sore limbs. She squeezed her eyes shut even more as she tried to teleport, but there was no point—all her energy was being directed to healing her body from all the damage the ceiling had done.

She gritted her teeth, willing for at least some energy to redirect itself and help her, though she, again, had no luck.

"Kara? It's been more than a second!"

"It's not working!"

"I'll try!"

Kara let her body relax under all the rubble, but she wondered how on Earth Peter was going to get them out. Yeah, she knew he had super-strength—he was stronger than Steve—but she was sure that he was as tired and hurt as she.

She heard him mumbling to himself, though it was too quiet for her to hear, and she was sure all the cement around her wasn't helping with the sound either.

She kept her eyes closed, now praying that her healing would work fast enough to at least make her somewhat able to fight.

Her eyes snapped open as Peter's yells broke through, and she scrunched her face. In no way did she enjoy the sound of that.

"I did it!" she finally heard him shout after a few minutes, his voice echoing around the hollow room. "Hold on, I'll help you!"

With a small groan, the pressure was finally lifted off of Kara's body, and she forced her weak arms to push her off the ground and got to her feet.

She turned to Peter, whose face had a few cuts and his hair was littered with dust. She frowned as she noticed the small streams of blood running down his face and immediately cupped his cheeks, hoping that some of her energy would sap over to him.

"No," he said softly, instantly knowing what she was trying to do as he gently pushed her hands away. "Save your energy. I'm okay."

Kara sighed, but she still gave him a small smile. "Thanks for saving me before I was crushed into powder."

"Anytime."

She glanced around them. "Well, he's definitely gone."

"He can't be far," Peter murmured, peering towards the staircase. "We should go."

"I'm gonna go pay a visit to Uncle Happy," Kara said with a little bit of hope, "maybe the plane hasn't taken off yet. I can try to stop it."

Peter nodded. "Be careful."

"I think I need to say that to you," she chuckled.

Peter braved a smile before pulling his mask back over his face, and before she knew it, he had swung himself out.

Kara sighed, brushing off some of the small rubble that had tangled itself in her hair and stuck onto her suit. She rubbed her forehead, which was still quite achy, and prayed that she had enough energy to teleport.

She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. The usual tingle of her energy ran up her spine, and she was suddenly in a room that was much colder, and light blinded her eyes for a moment when they opened.

She looked around for a moment, feeling a weird sensation come over her as she saw how empty the entire room was. She quickly brushed the feeling aside as she remembered her reasoning for being there was much more important.

Happy was standing a few feet in front of her, though his back was to her.

"Uncle Happy!"

"Kara, what are you—" Happy spun around to face her, and his eyes widened as he examined her grimy appearance. "Wait, why do you . . . look like that?" He stepped forward, clearly worried as his eyes widened further and the veins in his forehead bulged. "Are you okay? I thought you had that dance tonight."

"Never mind that," she sighed, ripping her mask off as she desperately looked around. "Please tell me the plane hasn't left yet."

Happy tilted his head. "The plane left a minute ago."

"Oh no. Oh, God." Kara rubbed her eyes, now growing antsy. "Please tell me there was nothing too important on that plane."

"Are you kidding?" he scoffed. "Everything important was on that plane. The Hulkbuster armour, the Meg . . . you know, Thor's magic belt—"

"Uncle Happy, that plane is—wait." Kara paused as she realized that he hadn't specifically mentioned something, and she narrowed her eyebrows. "What about my Harry Potter limited edition posters?"

"What?"

"The Harry Potter limited edition posters! The ones that Uncle Bruce got me? I specifically told you to put that on the plane. Is it there?"

"No, of course not!" he exclaimed, his face scrunching up. "Why would I prioritize that with Thor's magic belt?!"

"Because you promised you would!"

"You can literally just teleport it there!"

"It's about the thought that counts, Uncle Happy! Do you not love me?"

Happy rolled his eyes. "Kara, don't be ridiculous."

She gasped. "So you don't?"

"I do," he gave in before throwing his hands up in the air. "Happy?"

"No," she giggled, "you're Happy."

He rolled his eyes once more before questioning, "Why are you here?"

And that suddenly reminded her that the fate of the world was practically in her hands. "Holy shit! The—"

"Language!"

"—plane is about to be robbed!"

"What?" He let out a laugh. "Now you're really being ridiculous."

Of course. When would he ever believe her? "I'm serious!"

"Kara, even if someone wanted to hijack that plane, it'd be impossible to. It's got stealth mode, security, everything it—"

"This guy has the blueprints and everything!" she protested. "He knows about your stealth mode!"

He scoffed and shook his head. "That's not true."

"I saw it!"

"Maybe in a dream." Happy sighed before gesturing for her to leave. "Get back to your dance. But leave space between you and Parker for Jesus, all right?"

"Why don't you ever take me seriously?" she groaned before shrugging. "Okay, I know why, but I am being serious right now!"

Before Happy could rebut, a man dressed in white hurried over to them, a laptop in hand. Kara quickly slipped her mask back on.

"Sir, the—" He paused as he looked to Kara, though he shook his head and moved the laptop so that they could see the screen. "The plane—it crashed."

As Happy's face turned red and he spluttered, Kara peered over with widened eyes to see that a red dot was placed on the beach of Coney Island.

"Peter," she muttered before slapping Happy's arm. "I'm having a serious talk with you afterwards."

She teleported onto the beach of Coney Island and immediately elapsed into a fit of coughs. Kara tore her mask off as waves of heat radiated onto her, and she tucked it in her pocket, squinting her eyes as she looked around.

Small fires were around her, along with boxes and metal parts from the plane, of which most of it was wedged in the sand a few meters away from her. She swivelled her head to see that the fires had erupted over the entire beach, some hidden by the taller dunes of sand.

Her heart rate quickly picked up as she hurried down, the sand crunching under her feet and sweat already beginning to pour down the sides of her face.

"Peter!" she called out, coughing afterwards as she inhaled an entire breath's worth of smoke. "Pete—Peter!"

"I'm here!"

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, and she turned in the direction she had heard his voice in. Stumbling over the sand, she managed to find him.

He had taken his mask off, and his face was glistening with a mixture of blood and sweat. She was about to reach out to him when the strong whistling of wind sounded, and their heads turned.

Barely a moment later did the metallic glint of Mr. Toomes's wingsuit appear, and Kara grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him down just as the Vulture swooped down at them.

He missed and crashed a few meters behind them, and the pair quickly scrambled to their feet to face him.

His wings sparked and hissed as he got up, and he turned to face them, a green glow replacing his eyes on his goggles.

"Hey, guys," Mr. Toomes greeted, though there was no tone of friendliness hidden in his voice.

It was Peter's turn to pull Kara to the ground as Mr. Toomes flew towards them once again. He missed them, and his wing hit one of the plane pieces, but he needed no time to recover as he turned and flew towards them.

Quickly, Kara jumped to her feet and outstretched her arm, shooting a blast of energy towards him. It hit the edge of his wing and caused him to pause for a moment, but seconds later, he began soaring towards them again.

A clamp attached to his foot soon wrapped itself around Peter's torso as he kicked him to the ground, and he let out a groan of pain while the metal dug itself into her skin. Mr. Toomes punched him in the face twice before Peter caught his fist and caused his suit to spark once more.

Mr. Toomes quickly straightened up and his wings began to beat. With the clamp still around Peter's torso, Mr. Toomes began to fly upwards, Peter just under him.

Her heart racing faster than ever, Kara lifted a hand and squinted her eyes, trying to see through the smoke as she aimed. A shot of energy left her hand and hit the upper edge of the clamp, forcing the clamp around Peter to break off.

Peter began to fall towards the ground, but just before he could hit a plane piece, he shot a web at Mr. Toomes's wing and managed to pull himself over the flying man. He landed on top of Mr. Toomes's back, though after a little bit of a tussle, he managed to throw Peter onto the ground.

Mr. Toomes soared straight towards Peter, who was lying limp on the ground. Kara quickly caught his attention as she shot two more blasts of cyan energy his way.

She groaned as the cold metal of the clamp attached to his other foot managed to get a hold of her torso. He began to smash her against the sand repeatedly, and all Kara could focus on at that point was staying conscious as the pain in her head and back grew stronger with each hit.

After a couple of more smashes, Mr. Toomes dropped Kara onto the sand. Her body ached as she watched him go over to Peter, and though she tried her best, she found herself unable to move a single limb as Mr. Toomes used the end of his wing to stab Peter's hood and lift him up.

Before he could hurt Peter any further, however, it seemed as though Mr. Toomes had spotted something he wanted behind him: a large crate, double the size of the others, surely filled with more alien tech.

He let Peter drop to the ground—Kara sighed in relief, though she still could barely move towards him—and he ripped his helmet off, revealing his red and sweaty but victorious face underneath.

Kara scrunched her face as Mr. Toomes began to fly, his wings groaning and hissing. His flying was uneven as he jerked to the side every now and then.

He landed on top of the crate, and his feet clamped onto the edges.

He began to fly up in an attempt to get away, though it was proving to be difficult. Blue sparks were coming from just about every piece of his wings, and it was groaning louder than ever. It was obvious that it had taken far more damage than it could take.

Kara managed to roll onto her stomach and she lifted her head, using what was left of her energy to shout, "Your wingsuit!"

Peter, who had put himself in the same position as her, realized the same thing. "Your wingsuit's going to explode!"

Kara's attention turned to Peter as he gave a cry of pain, and, worriedly, she watched as he shot a web on the other end of the crate. Just as Mr. Toomes began to fly off with the crate, Peter jumped to his feet, crouching so that he could get better balance as he pulled on his end of the web.

"It's time to go home!" Mr. Toomes called towards the two of them as he turned to face them, an amused smile on his face.

Kara managed to get onto her feet, groaning as her body ached with every move. She could feel a slight tingling running through her body, so she knew her energy was doing its best to heal her.

She stumbled over to Peter as he yelled, "We're trying to save you!"

Mr. Toomes didn't listen, however, as he used an end of one wing to cut through the web, causing Peter to fall onto his back.

Mr. Toomes began to fly away, and at this point, Kara could see nothing but the blue sparks against the night sky.

Peter tried to launch his webs once again, but all that came was the sound of clicking—he had run out of web fluid.

Suddenly, Mr. Toomes stopped in his flight. The hissing couldn't be any louder at this point, and with a last great spark, he began to fall.

Kara felt herself get pulled onto the ground, and a body immediately shielded over her. She shut her eyes, leaning into Peter as she heard a large crash and felt another, more extreme wave of heat hit her.

The two of them sat themselves up, their eyes wide and their faces damp with sweat, watching as a cloud of smoke rose from a large fire that had erupted.

"No," Kara said softly, staring at the glow of yellow that was only a few metres in front of them. Overcome by adrenaline, she got to her feet, telling a protesting Peter to stay put as she rushed towards the fire.

She lifted her hands to shield her face as she weaved her way around the little fires, and entered the area that Mr. Toomes had crashed in.

Her eyes widened when she noticed a pile of metal of what was supposed to be the wingsuit, and she hurried towards it. Kara leaned forward and grabbed the edge, though she quickly pulled back, hissing as it burned her fingers.

She shook her hands, taking a step back and willing all the energy that was healing her to instead be redirected to her hands. With a deep breath and concentration so deep that it was making her already aching head hurt even more, Kara pointed her hands towards the metal and used her telekinesis to lift the wings.

The cyan glow that was cloaking her hands wrapped around the wings as they levitated to reveal Mr. Toomes, who was, she hoped, unconscious, limp in the sand. She quickly tossed the wings to the side.

"Kara!"

Coughing, Kara glanced over her shoulder to see that Peter was only a few steps away from her, his face overcome with worry as he came to her side and moved his focus to Mr. Toomes.

"Is he . . . ?"

"I don't think so," she murmured, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand as she dropped to her knees beside him. His skin was awfully hot as she pressed two fingers against the top of his neck, and a sigh of relief passed through her lips as she felt a pulse. "No. Do you think you can . . . ?"

Peter nodded, and she quickly stepped out of the way as he crouched down beside him. Peter took a few breaths before scooping Mr. Toomes up, scrunching his face as he hauled him over his shoulder.

They managed to get away from the large fires and into an area with only a couple of smaller ones around them. Peter loosened his grasp on Mr. Toomes and let him fall onto the ground, which woke him up as he coughed and groaned.

Peter fell onto the ground beside him, clearly trying to catch his breath as he heaved, though Kara remained upright as she wiped the sweat off her cheek with her sleeve.