[ yeeeeah, she didn't think they'd have that much luck on their sides either. still, sometimes it's just nice to hope, even if they do get dashed almost immediately. peter stuffs the rest of his homemade weapons into her hands, cutting off whatever protest she might have had (but what about you?) with logic (yes yes, she remembers now, three words: radioactive spider powers). time isn't really on their side anyway, leaving kate with just one or two more seconds to watch the man climb the wall (will it ever get old? probably not) before commotion behind the door finally forces her to move.
even in pumps she's light on her feet, turning and making a mad dash to duck behind the large mahogany desk just as the door bursts open and three of the four men stumble in, two guns raised. the third was the one peter thwipped, and the four one staggers in last clutching his bleeding hand. he tells the others to "Leave that fucking bitch to me," making kate just barely able to hold back a roll of her eyes. they get close enough and so she tosses a web bomb over her shoulder— futz nope that was a smoke bomb dangit and now the small office is flooded in it crap crap crap! she flings another bomb over and, yes, thank god, it's finally the web bomb she wanted. thanks to her earlier fuck up though the men had separated enough that she only manages to web two of them. gun #1 and bleeding hand stumble away from the other two, who quickly topple to the floor from their lack of balance.
kate peeks her head out from behind the desk but she can't see much past the thick cloud of smoke. had peter dropped down yet? she can hear struggling but she doesn't know who or why that is. it's not worth risking accidentally hitting peter, so she drops the rest of the bombs he'd given her and instead jumps back into the fray, jumping onto the back of the first lumbering figure she sees. ]
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even in pumps she's light on her feet, turning and making a mad dash to duck behind the large mahogany desk just as the door bursts open and three of the four men stumble in, two guns raised. the third was the one peter thwipped, and the four one staggers in last clutching his bleeding hand. he tells the others to "Leave that fucking bitch to me," making kate just barely able to hold back a roll of her eyes. they get close enough and so she tosses a web bomb over her shoulder— futz nope that was a smoke bomb dangit and now the small office is flooded in it crap crap crap! she flings another bomb over and, yes, thank god, it's finally the web bomb she wanted. thanks to her earlier fuck up though the men had separated enough that she only manages to web two of them. gun #1 and bleeding hand stumble away from the other two, who quickly topple to the floor from their lack of balance.
kate peeks her head out from behind the desk but she can't see much past the thick cloud of smoke. had peter dropped down yet? she can hear struggling but she doesn't know who or why that is. it's not worth risking accidentally hitting peter, so she drops the rest of the bombs he'd given her and instead jumps back into the fray, jumping onto the back of the first lumbering figure she sees. ]