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The swing over to where Dad directs me to is not a fun one. I may heal quicker than most people do, but getting gashed with razor sharp bat projectiles is still going to smart. The fact that I can't go home and heal up, and instead have to go track down another super weapon wielding nut job. This is not what I asked for for Christmas, and I'm beginning to think Santa has me on the naughty list. Was it all the punching last year, big guy? I mean, it's part of my job. I punch. Stop torturing me.

Landing on a street light, I see that it's a warehouse. Of course it's a warehouse. Where else would a super villain hang out? Why can't they ever be at the mall or something?

[color=ec008c][b]"Dad, I'm here,"[/b][/color] I tell my father, announcing my presence. [color=ec008c][b]"You're sure this is where they are?"[/b][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Positive,"[/color] he affirms. [color=7bcdc8]"I managed to follow them at enough of a distance that they didn't notice me. I watched them go in there. Probably splitting up the money before going their separate ways."[/color]

I nod to myself, knowing he can't see me, [color=ec008c][b]"Yea, I remember you telling me that's what bank robbers usually do. Why it's so had to really catch them."[/b][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"That's my girl,"[/color] he responds with pride. I can almost see his smile. [color=7bcdc8]"So what's your play on this one?"[/color]

I take a moment to consider my options. I don't really want to take on five guys, including the one with the gauntlets. But if I can get them to scatter, maybe isolate the guy with the sound weapon, I may stand a chance in taking them out without killing myself.

[color=ec008c][b]"Okay, I'm gonna go inside,"[/b][/color] I start explaining the plan. [color=ec008c][b]"I'll look over the tags on the getaway cars and relay them to you. You can relay them to the rest of the NYPD. When they're about ready to move, I'll surprise them, and isolate the heavy hitter. The rest will get away, and the cops will be waiting for them."[/b][/color]

He takes a few minutes to consider the plan, [color=7bcdc8]"That...that is actually really good."[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Jeez don't sound so surprised, Dad,"[/b][/color] I snort.

[color=7bcdc8]"Hey, I'm not,"[/color] he defends himself. [color=7bcdc8]"Just impressed. You're sure you're okay for this?"[/color]

I want to say no. I want to tell him I'm nervous about doing this after escaping the Goblins by the skin of my teeth. But that's not what Spider-Woman does. Spider-Woman catches bad guys, and I have a bad guy to catch here.

[color=ec008c][b]"Yea, I'm fine. I'm going in."[/b][/color]

It doesn't take long to locate an open window I can slip through. Inside, I find the gang dividing the money between three cars for five men. My guess is the guy with the sonic blasters will be going by himself. Maybe will try and draw the cops away from his friends, since he has the best chance to escape. I mean, he's not going to get the chance to do that, but it's a good plan.

Crawling over the dusty ceiling until I'm nearly right above the men speaking below, I start to relay the make, models, and plates of the getaway cars.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"So you remember the deal, right?"[/b][/color] the guy in the costume starts saying as he finishes putting the last bag of money into the trunk of his car, a black, unremarkable sedan. [color=9e0b0f][b]"We get out of the city. We get out of the damn state. We meet up in the safehouse in Connecticut, then make for the Canadian border. Then we're home free boys."[/b][/color]

"All because of you, Herman!" one of the other one clasps his hand onto the man's shoulder. "Without those gauntlets we'd still be mucking up Kingpin's scraps!"

"Yea, the fat man's gonna be sorry he never gave the Shocker Gang more of the pie," another one of the guy laughs triumphantly. Man, I almost feel sorry for them. They are so sure they're getting away with this.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"That fat bastard never believed in me,"[/b][/color] the guy in the getup, "Herman", says. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Said these babies would draw too much attention. Said that they would ensure Spider-Woman took us on directly. Yet here we are with the loot, and she's somewhere getting pummeled by the Goblins. Thank god Osborn and Cassidy are so focused on her they forget about people like me."[/b][/color]

"You got that right, Schultz," another one of the men laughs like the goon that he is, yucking it up.

Okay, time to make my entrance. They've had their fun.

Dropping down behind them as they finish their packing, I clear my throat, [color=ec008c][b]"You know, where do you bad guys get all the warehouse space from? Is there a criminal version of AirBnb I don't know about? Because that would seriously cut down on my swinging time."[/b][/color]

The men who aren't wielding sonic disruptors all panic, making a beeline for their respective cars. The leader merely turns to face me, laughing as he does it. He clearly thinks he can take me. Good. I like when they're over confident. Makes things a little more interesting on my end.

Winding up, I deliver a punch to his chest as the others begin to speed out of the warehouse, just as I figured they would. 

What I don't figure, is the concussive force that greets me as my hand makes contact with Herman Schultz. At least I think I make contact with him. Instead, Schultz must have a sonic disruption literally enveloping him, meaning I won't be able to hit him directly. Great.

The vibration explodes through my body, starting at the hand. It flings me back from the criminal, who is tossed back into his car, totaling it in the process. I feel like my teeth are still chattering when I stand up, and I call out to Dad on the comm, [color=ec008c][b]"The others are on the move. I'm gonna have to take care of this guy on my own. Wish me luck."[/b][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]"Be careful,"[/color] he responds. [color=7bcdc8]"Let me know if you need help."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Like my sonic gauntlets?"[/b][/color] Schultz half-groans, half-laughs as he climbs out of the wrecked trunk of the now-wrecked car. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Designed them myself. They were just going to get me a big enough score to let me spend my life on a beach somewhere in Asia, but I guess now they're also gonna be known for killing Spider-Woman."[/b][/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Oh please,"[/b][/color] I roll my eyes. [color=ec008c][b]"More evil people than you have tried, Quilt Boy. You get your costume from your Grandma's couch? She's not gonna be happy that you ruined her favorite crochet project."[/b][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][b]"You think you're funny huh?"[/b][/color] he growls at me, and I can hear his weapons charging up. The hum of their sonic amplifiers rolls through the warehouse in waves, rumbling through my ears. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Let's see how funny I am after I break all the bones in your body!"[/b][/color]

He lets loose with the gauntlets, and I manage to dive out of the way. The blasts slam into the crates located behind me in the warehouse. The wood explodes into a shower of splinters and chokes the air with the fine layer of dust laying on top of them. He follows me around the warehouse as I bounce from place to place, staying out of the path of the path of destruction he leaves behind. 

The sonic wave obliterate everything in their wake. Boxes, mechanical equipment, and even the steel supports of the warehouse are broken and twisted by the powerful waves. That, unfortunately, gives me an idea. I may not be able to take this guy down hand-to-hand, but if I can bury him under some steel, I can trap him. The force field protecting him will ensure he won't be hurt, and then I can disable the gauntlets.

Super, duper easy, right? I never come up with ridiculous plans. Nope, not me.

Snagging some of the broken steel from the building's structure with a web, I toss it at him. The metal strikes him, clanging off the protective barrier, but still bringing Schultz to his knees, [color=ec008c][b]"What's wrong, Herman? Not fast enough to hit me? You can do better than that!."[/b][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Rah!"[/b][/color] he yells, now firing wildly with the gauntlets as I speed up my erratic movement through the warehouse. I fire webbing to yank myself across the place, and he leaves a hole in the metal where I was just standing. The interior catwalk system of the warehouse begins to groan under the stress of losing its support. Good. Only one more support and it's gonna come down on top of him like a ton of bricks.

I swing in front of said support, and he takes the bait. One more shot from his weapons brings what has to be close to a ton of steel crashing down towards him. He brings his gauntlets to his chest, amplifying the protective barrier to try and save himself. As the power from them increases, however, I can see sparks begin to fly from the apparatus. I can see the field waver, and I wait for it to deactivate. When it does, I fire a webline into Schultz's chest and pull him to safety in the knick of time.

Once he's in my grasp, I pull off the gauntlets and snap them in half, [color=ec008c][b]"Oh no. I hate it when new Christmas toys break in one day."[/b][/color]

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Damn you, Spider-Woman. You bit-"[/b][/color]

I shut him up by covering his face in webbing. He'll be able to breath, but he won't be talking. Before I leave, I web him to the pile of fallen steel, and head home.

Thank god I don't have school tomorrow. I'm gonna sleep for like twenty hours.