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You rumbled in your throat, groaning and trying to refrain from running a hand down your face in frustration.
"Alright, fine! I'm sorry, okay? I messed up before, but I'm trying to fix it now." you admitted.
Your admittance must've surprised him, because he remained silent.
"I'm going out of my way to talk to you, for starters. Kingpin's men would've just stuck you like a pig." you continued. "And that fat bastard's not the only one coming after you. I got good word that Tombstone is just itching to get at that suit too."
Okay, that last part might technically be a lie, but you didn't consider it one. You found it hard to believe that Tombstone was going to just sit this one out like everyone else suggested. It wasn't like him, being this passive when there was so much to gain. You were sure that he had a trick or two up his sleeve.
That being said, mentioning the Kingpin really seemed to grab his attention. He was literally shaking in fear and frustration, cursing everything and everyone involved that led him to this unfortunate conclusion.
"You don't have a choice." you said, snapping him out of his downward spiral. "You either come with me, or you take your chances with the guys that are waiting to carve you up like a Christmas Turkey."
There was a long, heavy silence between the two of you, and you were forced to abandon the web that you were clinging to, as it too was beginning to freeze solid.
"...You really think you can get this suit off of me without killing me?" he asked, sounding far more meek than he did before.
You nodded. "I'll try my best to make it happen. You just have to trust me." you said, reaching a hand out to him.
Now, touching him was probably a really terrible idea, since it would almost definitely give you a wicked case of frostbite. But you never found out what would've happened even if you did. Because a hail of gunfire rained down on your position mere moments before either of you could reach each other. Most of them just impacted the wall behind you or bounced harmlessly off of Slip, but you were forced to leap away and dodge the rest. You couldn't seem them all too well, but your spider sense at least allowed you to figure out where they were coming from.
"We've got action!" Prowler shouted into the comm.
"Yeah, no kidding!" you shot back.
"Let's get down to business, boys." Felicia purred.
"Finally! Some action!" Flint chimed in.
"Maybe we can finally settle that bet, Marko." Glass added.
You didn't know what bet they were talking about, but you didn't particularly care at the moment. Tens of dozens of armed men were swarming your position in droves, not all of them on the same side. And leading their ranks were various strange looking individuals that you could only assume were metas.
"Okay, I believe you." Slip squeaked.
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