"Alright... so if I can realign the head of the armour I might be able to reconnect some loose wires back to their connection points" Spider-Man said, side flipping over the damaged armour that had swung for him with stilted yet awkward movement. The armour, showing more speed than before, whirled around and slammed its elbow into Spider-Man's face, sending him flying into a wall with a loud crunch.

"Or maybe I might have to realign some of my wires first" he groaned "Tony?!"

"I'm on it kid!" Stark yelled, scanning his hand on a pad on the wall and with a loud beep the wall slid down to reveal one of the iconic suits of Iron Man armour.

"So, which one have we got here?" Spider-Man asked "Deep sea? Volcanic exploration? Or maybe a smaller version of the Hulk Buster armour?"

"Sorry kid, we're gonna have to make do with the champagne suit" Tony chuckled, allowing the armour to attach itself to his body. Spider-Man rolled out of the way of a jet-powered kick with a panicked yelp before using his webbing to stick the rampaging armour's foot to the wall.

"Why would you build a weaponized suit with its only weapon being alcohol!?" Spider-Man demanded as the armour easily tore the webbing away from its foot.

"I have billions of dollars and a lot of free time, what suit would you make instead?" Tony asked as the helmet closed over his head and the eyes lit up.

"I don't know... maybe a suit of armour that also doubles as a surf board that can transform into a motorcycle" he shrugged, dodging another clunky punch from the armour.

"Nice concept, but what's the inspiration?" Tony asked, jetting over to the rogue armour and punching it, a loud metal clunk sounding as the impact sent the armour flying into a wall.

"I'm thinking a little bit of Michael Bay's Transformers and a lot of concussed babbling" Spider-Man grunted, attempting to web the armour down again. With next to no effort the armour tore through the webbing, much to the annoyance of the suited superhero.

"I need to make this crap stronger" he sighed, looking at his web-shooters "So to avoid damaging this thing any more than we already have do you have some sort of magnetic pulse that can hold it in place?"

"Yeah, let me try this" Tony said, holding out his wrist and firing a small rocket that hit the rogue armour and caused it to explode loudly. Spider-Man shielded his eyes from the blast before looking back at the smouldering wreck of a suit.

"I thought you said it only fired champagne?" Spider-Man asked Stark as he walked over to him.

"Nope, booze and big guns" Stark shrugged "Tis the American way"

"True, true" Spider-Man nodded, placing his hands on his hips "So... should I exit stage right or am I allowed to stay for a goodie bag?"

"Actually" Marcus said, walking over to the costumed superheroes "I'd prefer you to stay right where you are"

"Sorry pal, I don't do autographs" Spider-Man said, giving a small nod before turning around and strolling away. Glover quickly reached behind his back, taking a handgun from a hidden holster on his belt, and aimed it at Spider-Man.

"Freeze Spider-Man!" Glover snapped "Get on the ground and I won't hurt you" Spider-Man stopped and looked behind him, seeing everyone staring at him. With a loud sigh he turned around and got onto his knees.

"Alright, I surrender" he said, holding his arms out in front of him.

"Honey, why did you bring your police gear with you?" Margaret asked in an embarrassed tone.

"I'll be with you in a second honey" Marcus said sternly. He took out a pair of handcuffs from his belt and walked slowly over to Spider-Man. He placed the cuffs gingerly under the masked man's wrists and attempted to close them. But, moving faster than Marcus could react, Spider-Man sprung up slightly, revolving his wrists around Marcus's hands and whipping his legs out in front of him. With a light squeeze he closed the handcuffs around the police commissioner's wrist and the quick kick knocked his legs out from underneath him. He landed hard on his stomach, grunting on impact, and Spider-Man fired two webs onto his hands to stick them to the floor.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, leaping into a backward roll "I can't believe you fell for that one, see you Mr Glover!" Landing on his feet again Spider-Man leaped up high and smashed through a closed window, disappearing into the night once more.

"Son of a bitch!" Marcus spat.

"Marcus, hang on a sec" Shining said, moving quickly over to him and, using a discarded knife that had fallen off the table during the fight, cut the webbing from Marcus's hands and unlocked the cuffs using the keys Marcus had.

"That little shit moves faster than I thought" Glover growled, rubbing his wrists.

"Gotta admit though" Stark chuckled, folding his arms "That was a pretty snazzy trick"

"Stark, two things: One, shut up" Glover growled "And two, who even uses the word snazzy any more?"

"Its a billionaire word, you don't have the net worth to make it work" Tony shrugged "So... anyone up for a game of beer pong with crystal wine glasses?"

"Me!" Cadance called from behind the scene.

"Alright, you versus me Princess, winner stays on" Tony laughed.

Spider-Man pulled the sleeves of his suit down slightly, exposing the web-shooters enough to allow him to eject the cartridges and replace them with new ones.

"I can't believe how useless these things are when I'm fighting, Black Cat's claws can cut them and now I know the Iron Man armour's too strong to hold down" he sighed. He rested his back against the wall he stuck to, feeling his sore muscles beginning to ache after the tiresome day he'd had coupled with the rough training from the previous day.

"On the bright side I managed to figure out what else the Big Man is smuggling... but how the hell did he get hold of an almost fully functioning Iron Man suit?" Spider-Man asked, pulling his sleeves back down "And what's gonna show up next on the trade routes? Pym Particles? Some kind of Arc Reactor... if this guy can get access to some of the highest level of tech in the world then I can't even guess what else he'd be dealing" He placed his arms on his knees and looked out over the city, seeing the slow lines of late night traffic creep through the city, the distant sound of horns blaring and engines rumbling mixed in with the bright lights of the night.

"Wait... oh shit, what time is it?" Spider-Man exclaimed, taking his phone out of his bag he'd collected and checking it, seeing that it had just gone eight thirty "Oh fuck, I've gotta get from upper Manhattan to Queens in less than half an hour?! Wondrous web-shooters do not fail me now!" Next Chapter: Becoming a Problem Estimated time remaining: 11 Hours, 39 Minutes