"I don't want to die!" Draven shouted as he closed his eyes, looking away from the device in the container, which was growing bright and brighter by the moment.
Spider-Man glanced at Imani before double pressing his left palm with his middle and ring fingers, a web shooting out of his armor and attaching itself firmly to a solid wall, before grabbing onto that web. He then looked at the device she was supporting and double tapped his right palm with his middle and ring fingers, a web spraying out and latching on, to the small metal ball, before grabbing onto that web. He leaned backwards, his feet planting themselves into the ground and himself relying on the web attached to the wall for support. He then pulled his right arm over his body and letting go of the web. The device attached to said web flew out of it's container and towards a window, smashing threw it and flying out into the air above the streets of New York, becoming brighter and brighter in brilliance. It was barely out of the building before it reached a critical mass of light, blinding everyone in the room.
And then, all of the built up photons discharged, creating a blinding wave of light that collided with the building and into the room, knocking everyone off their feet and onto the ground.
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Draven, along with dozens of others, were screaming from the pain of being blinded, and laying on the ground from the wave of force that resulted from the prototype's detonation. He was writhing on the ground near Jodryn and Imani, the container that once held the device was laying a bit a ways from them, thankfully knocked away from the same force. As the light subsided and he could begin to see, he looked up to the ceiling. In blurry vision there were three spiders, descending downwards on woven web strings, shaking and biting the air, eyes rapidly blinding. He could barely move, but tried and failed to inch away from the oncoming spiders.
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Standing over the prone bodies of the three demonstration assistants was Spider-Man, perfectly fine. And in Spider-Man's hands was none other than Doctor Ash Petronov, being held up by his shirt collar, face drained of color and eyes unfocused.
"Saving the world? Making life better for every individual? Look around Ash, you nearly flash fried everyone in this room!" Spider-Man shouted at the doctor. "I warned you that you shouldn't be playing with toys like that, even with a PhD!" He continued, as Ash tightened his face, slowly moving one of his arms. "If I hadn't been here today, you, and all of these kids, would've been killed. You eggheads think you can play with danger until-" Ash brought his right arm up and placed it on the side of Spider-Man's face, pressing inwards. One of the blue-green optic lenses shut off, becoming a solid and opaque green, while Spider-Man dropped Ash and stumbled backwards, grabbing onto his head. Ash coughed as he landed on the ground, slowly standing back up to see Spider-Man with only one lens active, staring at the doctor.
"I don't appreciate being man handled! Quit yelling at me and look after the kids!" He replied, brushing some dirt off his red coat. The two stared at each other for a moment, until both narrowed their eyes and tensed up. Ash put his hands inside his coat, and pulled them out again, now covered in grey gauntlets, while Spider-Man just readied himself.
Red eyes burning from the light. A single glowing blue-green optic. Grey gauntlets that seemed much more violent than what should be allowed. Two pairs of armored super human fists.
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Meanwhile, a female voice could be heard.
"Principle Walker? Principle Walker? Are you alive? Can you hear me?" She asked in desperation.
