When Benjamin raised his foot, Gwen Stacy thought he was about to charge.
Instead, that foot sank into the asphalt.
Bang!
He shoveled the broken pavement forward, sending rubble across the street toward the bank's portico. A paramedic beside a stretcher had barely looked up when a fist-sized stone was already in front of his face.
A black shield snapped open.
The impact traveled up Gwen's left arm into her shoulder. She stepped back, her heel striking a step, while Spider-Man beside her was forced back into the portico too.
They both blocked the front.
And both left the flank open.
"On the wall!"
Venom's voice forced its way into her mind.
Gwen looked up and saw only a tail vanishing over a second-floor windowsill of the bank.
Pete had gone up.
Across the street, Chris wrapped his tail around a wrecked sedan and whipped it sideways across the road. The body scraped up a spray of debris and smashed through a shop's entrance pillar, filling half the street with dust.
All three pairs of eyes disappeared.
A monitor sounded a sharp alarm behind her.
Gwen resisted the urge to look back. She knew her father was over there too. A police officer had handed him a roll of gauze earlier, and he hadn't even opened the wrapper.
"Don't stand next to me!"
Spider-Man reached out and touched her elbow, then immediately pulled his hand back.
"Sorry. I'm not telling you to leave, I mean-"
"You handle the ground."
Gwen fired a web line onto the top of the portico.
"The wall is mine."
"Okay. That's a very clear division of labor."
The red-and-blue figure charged into the dust first.
Gwen leaped onto the railing. Black fluid extended from her fingertips and clung to the brick wall. The vibrations from