"Come on, Peter. Come on, Spider-Man. Come on, Spider-Man..."
Peter Parker did not know where he found the strength, but he roared as he lifted the heavy debris pinning him down inch by inch.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Rubble and collapsed machinery were thrown aside. Drenched in sweat, Peter Parker staggered out of the thick dust cloud.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Good. Beautiful. Well done." Aaron sat on a rock and applauded. "This is where there should be applause, isn't it?"
"Sir." Peter Parker stared blankly at him and asked in disbelief, "When did you get here?"
"I came when you asked for help. Funny, isn't it?"
"Then couldn't you have given me a hand?"
"If I had helped you, would you have had that realization just now?" Aaron said righteously.
"That sounds like sophistry!" Peter Parker said weakly, then suddenly remembered something and looked into the distance.
Vulture was curled up like a bat atop a massive billboard, staring intently at Stark Tower. The cargo-loaded plane on the building's top floor was his target.
"Sir, Vulture is over there. He wants to rob Mr. Stark's plane."
"I'm not dealing with that."
"I'll deal with it, okay?"
"No rush." Aaron stopped Peter Parker as he was about to run over.
"Sir, there's no time." Peter Parker said anxiously. "The plane has already started up, and Vulture is about to leave."
"I said, no rush. At worst, I'll take you there. Don't forget, I have equipment." Aaron gestured toward Supersonic with his lips. "I doubt Stark's plane is faster than it!"
"Uh..." Peter Parker blinked blankly. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Vulture fly into the night sky in pursuit of the plane.
The plane activated stealth mode in midair and swiftly turned transparent.
"Sir, I think we should