Chapter 21: Terrorist Attack II

Chapter 21: Terrorist Attack II

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"Ouch." Peter grunts as he lifts himself out of a totaled yellow taxi cab.

Standing next to the cab with a heartbroken look on his face is a man Peter recognized from the Deadpool movies in his past life.

[Insert picture of Dopinder here]

"My car..." Dopinder mutters in shock and sadness.

"Sorry about that." Peter grunts as he brushes some broken glass off of his suit. "I'm sure your insurance will cover it..." Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.

"My car!" Dopinder exclaims.

Grasped in Peter's hand is the phone that the forced suicide bomber was using shortly before his explosive death. He managed to snatch it before launching the man into the air.

As Peter steps into the street, a group of people surrounds him, including medics and policemen.

"Are you alright?" A paramedic asks as Peter stretches his sore back.

"Yeah, I'm good." Peter says as he shrugs his shoulders a couple of times. "You can go and take care of the injured. I'm already healing up."

"Yes, sir." The medics listen to his orders as if Peter were their boss and scurry away.

Looking down at the phone, Peter sees that the woman hung up already. She probably saw Peter's actions on the news and knew her plan failed. At least partially since the first bomb blew up. Though, Peter does have her phone number now.

"Are you sure you're alright, uhh... Spider-Man?" A police officer asks awkwardly, feeling odd about using Peter's hero name.

"Yeah, I'm good." Peter says as he waves off their concerns. "I need one of you to take me to whoever's in charge."

At first, the officers looked at each other in surprise, as Spider-Man never comes in contact with the police. They usually show up and find webbed criminals to arrest. This is definitely new for them.

"Uhh, sure follow me." One of the policemen says, leading Peter to a command tent that's been put up nearby.

As they walked inside, Peter saw two groups of people standing on the opposite sides of a table. One side has a few high-level policemen, who are dressed in their formal uniforms. Standing on the other side are a few men and women in blue jackets with the letters FBI printed in yellow text on the back.

"Look, until the people from the state department arrive, this is a Federal matter and you need to take a back seat. We have more training and experience in handling acts of terrorism. It's just that simple." A lead woman with an FBI jacket explains.

The upper echelon of the New York City Police Department didn't look happy after hearing this but knew arguing any further would be a waste of time. Especially while they're dealing with a major terrorist attack.

"Excuse me, sirs?" The policeman that escorted Peter inside makes their presence known.

"What?! Can't you see we're busy..." A formally dressed policeman releases his frustrations on the poor guy but freezes as he sees who's standing behind him.

"Uhh, hello!" Knocking on the neighbor's door, Peter calls out awkwardly. "It's me, Spider-Man. You know the friendly neighborhood superhero?"

Hoping that she knows who he is, Peter knocks one more time before she finally opens up.

"I know who you are!" The elderly woman says with venom. "You're that spider menace that nice man Jameson keeps warning everyone about! What were you doing across the street? Robbing those poor people, are you? Well, they already left. Now, wait here while I call the police." She says as she slams the door in Peter's face.

Opening the door himself this time, as she forgot to lock it, Peter does his best to look unthreatening.

"Look, those people across the street were kidnapped and I'm trying to find them. Can you tell me what type of car they left in?" Peter explains before the elderly woman could interrupt him.

"Get out of my house!" She yells, not listening to Peter at all.

Knowing that this is going nowhere, Peter leaves the house and is surprised to see a large group of neighborhood children forming outside.

"It really is Spider-Man!" One of them yells and they all swarm over.

Soon, the kids surround him and begin spit-firing question after question at Peter. The poor old lady's lawn was turned into a stomping ground for these excited children.

"Quiet!" Peter yells, getting their attention. 'Maybe they can help?'

Instantly, the children freeze and shut their traps as their idol has commanded.

"Someone is in danger. I need to know if any of you have seen anyone leaving that house?" Peter says as he points across the street.

The kids start looking around at each other before a couple of them raise their hands as if they were in school.

After calling on them one by one, Peter got the details he needed. Two black Escalades just left the house about 15 minutes ago and headed east down the road, which was only a minute or two after the second bomb went off. Though the next thing he heard surprised him.

"...They had these blue jackets with yellow writing on the back. My mom said they were FBI. Are the FBI bad guys?" One of the boys asks.

"Thank you!" Peter says as he dashes away to a secluded area.

Holding a button on his earpiece, Peter reports his findings over the designated frequency, shocking everyone who was listening in.

"Wait... I just let some Escalades past my checkpoint. They had federal identification." Someone reported over the radio.

"Where are you?" Peter asks and instantly gets the details. "I'm on the way."

Opening a portal in the woods nearby, Peter leaps out of the tree line, surprising the long line of cars leading up to a police blockade.

"How long ago did they pass?" Peter asks as he lands in front of the checkpoint.

"Maybe a few minutes ago." One of the policemen answers.

Hearing this, Peter dashes down the road, quickly building his speed past 100 miles per hour.

A/N: 1773 words

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