#I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Knowledge Revenge.

[fantabulousfunnelweb]

Massive Spider-Tober dump (Days 1-6)

200+ Words per Prompt

I’ll try & post these in compilation dumps like this unless you’d like otherwise!

Day 1: Villain

The rubble and ash infested air stole Funnels breath before the bony fingers of his combatant deprived him of it, finger and thumb squeezing down on the Spiders neck as their mask-covered eyes met.

“We never had to do any of this, you know that Kid?”

The freakish orange eyes of Kjells mask stared daggers through the whites of Kyle’s own, almost sensing the utter fear beneath them as nothing but strained gasps arose from the spider's throat.

“And now look, you & I have gone and ruined old Ozzy’s head office! For a hero, you certainly don’t know anything about damage control…”

Finding the strength in his oxygen-deprived muscles, Funnel-Web thrust his feet forward, latching his soles strongly onto the chest of his attacker. Utilizing his newfound foothold, the Spider sent a panicked fist careening into the side of the Goblinoids head. Kyles could feel the reinforced plasteel give way to Kjells exposed flesh, how the cartilage of his ear became crushed like putty under the sheer force. The sensation was enough to send a cringe up Funnels spine. Taken off-guard by the Spiders blow, the spindly Goblin stumbled, grip faltering and granting The Funnel-Web freedom from Kjells grasp. The urge to just lay there amongst the charred old office was tempting, but as oxygen returned to Funnel-Web once more, so did his will to continue.

Day 2: News

‘Terror rocked the New York high rises as powered terrorists Goblinoid and The Funnel-Web waged a reasonless war hundreds of feet above Upper Manhattan, finishing with the heartbreaking destruction of former OsCorp Headquarters upper floors.’

“Can you turn that crap off?” Flint grunted from his battered old chair, his request catching the attention of the nearby Phil, who quickly answered his prayers and changed the channel. “I mean it. The new’s been gone all crazy about Supers again, don’t those freaks ever settle down?” He raised a hand to scratch at their chin, already a victim to a 5’o-clock shadow, “Darcy, whadda you think?” His attention turning over to their partner in the kitchen, assisting Kyles in cleaning out the oven and promptly attempting to ignore the question, but it didn’t last long. “I thought you said ya’ stopped caring about those guys years ago?” She rang from their kneeling position on the floor, inciting her cleaning assistant to chip in a word too, “Clearly not if he's complaining.” reverberating from inside the oven as he thoroughly scrubbed the remains of an explosive 2-week old pasta bake from its walls, the torturous stench only relieved by the satisfaction of hearing a stifled laugh out of Darcy.

Day 3: Run

“HI THERE SORRY MISTER FLINT BUT WHADDID DARCY ASK FOR ME TO BUY AGAIN?”

“The hel-Kyles?! Uh, It was just some bread, Rye bread, and why are you shouting!?”

Kyles held his tongue as he went sailing through a rooftop pavilion, a grey bullet over the heads of bystanders under its shade. “NO REASON! THANKS MISTER FLINT I’LL BE SURE TO GET THE BREA-!”.

Kyles hated to make Mr Flint worry from the abrupt hang up, but the Funnel-Web had enough on his own plate as he scanned the city roads for the runaway carjackers. If he knew he was going to be stopping a car chase at 4’o’clock he would’ve bought Darcy that bread first instead of pushing it down his to-do-list, although he will admit he did go over-schedule in his attempts to convince Patriot to build skateboard wheels into his shield. With the constant buzz of police scanners in his ears, the ever analysing lenses of the Funnels mask honed in on the suspected route of the high-speed bandits. Brisk evening air rocketed past him as they plummeted, catching their speedy descent with a web that anchored itself firmly to a building on his left. Sailing clean over the dismayed intersection, the Spider continued his chase towards the speeding 4-Wheel, keeping thoughts of Rye Bread ingrained in his mind.

Day 4: Flying

It was oddly backwards of the web-slinging Spider to be afraid of flying, barely containing panicked yells as they were flung through the air upon the backside of a speeding drone. Blistering 90kph speeds causing the Funnel-Webs jacket to become air-pressed against his body, almost stifling his breath in the process. “I’m on a drone, what do I do now!?” failing completely to sound not-at-all scared for their life to his fellow heroes.

It seemed like an eternity before the strained voice of Dusk pierced the comm lines, rife with exhaustion and own problems to worry about, yet helping their ally regardless.

“Structural weakness around the external stabilizer, PUNCH IT!” her instruction cutting out with a guttural cry and leaving Funnel once more with his own stressed thoughts as company. “Dusk!?!” Sent into a panic by the sudden radio silence, the Spider found the strength to grasp the drone with an open palm, reeling in his elbow shakily before sending a strong hook into one of the machines weaker point. Kyle’s eyes watered as his fist met reinforced steel, the flash pain locking up his arm, but the damage was already done, and with the significant blow to external stabilizer of the hostile drone, all the contraption could muster was to sail of its course and into the embrace of a concrete wall, scorching the cement and leaving the hero to fall with a tumble. “Dusk” The pain of his arm didn’t matter as much as it did his ally, kicking off an unsteady heel and flinging themselves once more into the warehouse battleground, desperate for the safety of their friend.

Day 5: Iron

“I’m telling you, the Ironheart girls a real piece of work.”

“What else would you expect Ms. Marvel? Anything out of Stark International is a piece of work.”

The eyes beneath the Spiders mask rolled in frustration, his annoyed grumbling drowned out only from his high seat over his teammates. “Alright Patey, corporate bias aside, she didn’t do a half-bad job helping us out, none of us could’ve possibly gotten that bomb out of the city if she didn’t swoop in.”

“Yeeah, but she also threatened to arrest us once she came back.”

“So?! We got out of there before she could, didn’t we?”

Silence fell upon the trio, the only noises being the delicate scrapes as Patriot nicked squashed bullets from his vest & shield, and the resounding metal clinks of them falling to the floor. “Alright, I get what you’re both mad about, I get it too. But we need to learn to be thankful about this sort of stuff, if she wasn’t required by law to arrest us, she wouldn’t have attempted!” Kyles didn’t think they’d be defending anybody tonight, let alone Morgan Starks new armoured bodyguard. “The whole point of the Unregistered is that we’re people just like them, just not on a stupid corporate list.” The Funnel-Web merely let out a winded sigh in response, leaning their back against the lukewarm steel girder they called a seat, “I’m gonna stare at the ceiling for a while, just… get my attention when you think we’re safe to go.”

Day 6: Fire

The hiss of extinguishing fire was drowned out the noise of more turning alight, reaching around the far recesses of the motel room along shiny trails of alcohol that soaked into the carpet. Funnel-Web never had any quips on hand for flash-fires and put his mind to business saving what he could of the makeshift drug lab, which unfortunately included the ones inside it. “Back off y’fucking freak!” an infuriated, raspy voice crawling across the smoke infested air. A soul caught in the crossfire of the assault that happened moments earlier, “I-I really can’t do that sir!” shouting out through closed breath as the Spider dared not inhale whatever the smog contained, furiously scooping up the trapped individual and trudging his way out. “Stay right here!” setting down the man at his feet before diving back into the room, smoke billowing through off the motel balcony and into the air. With the ones running the entire lab having escaped, Funnel was left to pick at the burning rooms, snatching a half-melted laptop from a smouldering desk before the distant sirens rendered it high time to leave. Funnel knew this was the last time they ever worked around Dusk’s neighbourhood, all this seedy motel drug stuff wasn’t really their speed. Besides, you couldn’t find a single building above 4 stories for blocks, a horrible environment for a Spider.