Like a cat screeching to be heard, Nova hopped off of his bike. Jetting to roll the 5-speed bike into the yard, his voice projected as far as it could stretch. Sound cancelling headphones escaping the worse of what his vocals could do. If any local cats were wandering out in the nocturne of night, they would've joined him or headed for the hills. As any evening went after biking it from his aunt and uncle's home, the work hours prior to faded away.

If his obligations weren't with UPS or the tv studio, then he would've taken the time to lock himself up in the garage where most of his work was done. Lately he didn't spare much time for personal projects and the commissioned ones were getting more and more complex than intended. It paid the bills when he completed and it also filled his pockets for extra expenditures. His howling could alert the neighbors if he exceeded the volume.

Rummaging with setting the bike against the frail fense, he never looked outward into the neighborhood that was at a still most evenings. It wasn't out of the blue for the common resident to pass by. Either by foot, skateboard or vehicle, but this evening had a different visitor making the rounds. Nova grabbed his key and the mail from the mailbox, completely oblivious to the van with darkened windows approaching just seconds away. Filled with occupants either from this world or suspiciously from another, tires making a halt couldn't be heard the longer nine one one was being sung. Neither could the door sliding violently open with intent of an easy pursuit.

⤿ This was Theo's neighborhood, so technically Peter felt a very specific responsibility to protect it. He'd found his calling as a neighborhood Spider-Man after all, so it made sense in a way — and he supposed parts of Oakland reminded him of Queens. Either way, he kept an eye on it, and it helped that it was where he needed to return to every night in order to get some shut eye, at least when he wasn't swinging over to Pacifica to crash in the airstream that Kon had ended up in, or intruding into Titan's Tower like he was an honorary member of the group.

That night, though, he was making his way back home, swinging out and landing on the fire escape to Theo's apartment. His half-made suit was still inside, so Peter was clad in his usual gym clothes and red balaclava — he really did need to find some of that extra time he was talking about regularly to finish the suit, and maybe run it by the Baxter Building to see if he could amp it up some way. Just as he was about to open the window and get started on finishing that suit, he felt it — the sharp stab of warning down the back of his neck. He spun, and saw it — the van, and the unaware kid, familiar to Theo inside of him.

So a second later, Peter dropped down beside Nova, hand shoving out to knock him clear of the path of one big physical construct shape launched by one of the figures exiting the van. "Hey, kid! Whatcha listening to?" Pete quipped with a smile behind his balaclava, shooting out a line of web at the same time to make their closest opponent stumble. "I think you better get inside, though, just like — as a tip."

In all of his twenty-something years, did he expect the unexpected to mingle in or near his home. He expected the blight of city dwelling in certain parts with Oakland. Either dealing with 5-0 or the cyclical strife in neighborhoods constantly stricken with the curse of disenfranchisement. His friends he gathered along the way from those very same pockets to some family members would have warned him about that life first than the one which erupted all over the bay either sporadically or by design. His gut was tensing up and not knowing so as the key was close to being inserted.

He jumped, almost flying into the door when the song transitioned, leaving space for noise of the outside world to be more than muffled. He turned just so and eyes stretched not only at the balaclava, but the roided band of women filing out of the van. Some part of him was just ready to go along with their plans because he was a weird dude and the other told him to climb the wall to get into the window, but what was he trying to do except get inside the door.

The lock felt like it was jammed but it was his poor reaction to everything, including escaping into the abode while an oddly statuesque leotard wearing femme fatale insisted the Nova and the mask wearing fellow stay for more play time. Nova shook his head quickly and jiggled the knob while looking forward. "Uh uh uh...I have to wash my hair. Raincheck???!!!!!" He ducked just as soon as a wayward blade shot in their direction locking deep within the door. "Oh shit shit shit, open open. I'm TRYING TO, MAN!"

⤿ "Definitely a different vibe than what I expected." Pete huffed to himself as he twisted easily to one side, the blade missing him but striking powerfully through Nova's door. He winced at the sight of it — and the way the kid was still struggling with the lock. Nope — that wasn't going to work, not now that Ms. Leotard was preparing to throw another slick, shiny piece of weaponry.

Pete couldn't quite make sense of why the group of muscled women wanted with Theo's neighbor, but there'd be a time to check later — for now, he merely shot an arm out, expelled a thick of web that latched onto Nova's back, and then Pete moved to yank him into him, moving to wrap an arm around him, to carry him with him in one big sweeping swing across the street.

"Gotta get you out of dodge first, buddy!" Peter said by way of apology, "Hold on tight!"

How can anyone ever consider being head hunted and killed. Though he could've had an enemy. No one came to mind that order an all woman hit squad on his tail. And just like that, this web flinging character decided to step in. He wasn't sure if there was the guardian angels dropping in, in the form of dollar bin Spidey or someone actually playing a big joke.

The knot of the knife's hilt wasn't so much a joke, and the landlord was going to kill him. His roommates were going to kill him. Those amazonian sized party in a clown van were definitely going to kill him when he couldn't get the key into the lock soon enough.

The sweat was streaming down his forehead like excessive tears. When he felt the tug swiftly yoke him closer, Nova yelped and dropped his keys. Instantaneously grabbing on as the getaway swing took him by surprise. "HOLD ON TIGHT? WHAT THE HECK MANNNNNNNN!" his voice echoed on the swing but that wasn't going to stop the lacerating daggers to fly in their direction or the revved up van from packing up to follow them. Only one other exiting the van file the pursuit of them both.

⤿ Peter tightened his grip around Nova's middle as they swung through the air, grinning a little underneath his balaclava at the kid's reaction. Oops. Maybe it was a little much — but they were too close to houses, and he had a feeling the amazonian wrestling group behind them weren't interested in stopping just because he shut a door on Nova's face. "Kid, you got any idea why they might be after you?" He asked over the wind, extending another whip of web to a light post and whirling around so he could look behind them as the van shot down the street after them.

"Jeez, they're persistent," he commented, and then tensed sharply — a bolt of warning had shot down the back of his neck, that familiar flashing DANGER. "Hold on—" Peter said, half a second before Chimera reared up out of the darkness, having grown a pair of wings. She knocked solidly into Peter, spearing him off of his swinging path, and with the force of it his arm loosened around Nova.

"Whoops, no, hang on—" Peter winced, shot a hand down and loosed some web to slow Nova's fall before he could go splat on the pavement, while he tried twisting out of the way of the very sharp claws trying to slice and dice him.

Hollering would eliminate what bit of the hoarse voice he had left. After commanding and then on top singing on his way home, there was no way in hell that he would have a voice once this was all over with. And holding onto a grown man swinging in the air like a couple of cirque du soleil acts was blowing his mind more than being hunted. He didn't open his eyes to see Chimera gain on them in her pursuit. The van roaming at speeds on the street just yards away. Trying to take the side streets to catch up but he really had no clue why there was interest in him.

"NO?!" it couldn't have been the rival group that wanted to fist fight he and his crew at a meetup months ago or the disgruntled parcel recipient that was victim of a package mix up. He couldn't fathom having enemies of the supernatural variety.

Like the wind took an extra punch to their direction, he wasn't expecting to be sent nearly out of the grasp of his savior. "MUTHAFUC--" He was praying in spanish. Praying in Greek. Praying in piglatin and many other languages that he wasn't sure were real in the first place but variations of Klingon exited his lips too. All he needed was his uncle and aunt getting news that their nephew went splat on the pavement or worse, crashed into someone's home while engaged in dubious behavior.

Chimera was relentless though. Filing out the orders served and for what purpose other than taking stake in someone who wasn't who they thought they were, or was it? Nova opened one eye, the wind making them blurry from the constant moving and he looked at the masked guy with trust he didn't know was within, especially for someone exhibited abilities he knows doesn't sit right in all of his spirit. "IF I DIE!!!!!!! That's your ass, my guy!!"

⤿ Peter couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Yeah, yeah, you're not gonna die, kid! Not if I can help it!" He shot another line of web out, zooming out of the way of Chimera, and swinging Nova down to street level again so he could set him down safely enough. Peter dropped down a second later, turning and bracing himself as Chimera flapped her wings and the van sped down the street.

"You know, I don't think they're gonna just chill out and let me get you somewhere else." He shot over his shoulder, backing up a little, pushing Nova back down an alley. "You stay behind me, okay? Take some cover. I'm just gonna — handle them."

And as if to punctuate that, Chimera came plummeting down on her wings. Pete spun backwards, flipped, and swept his arms up to fire two big globs of web. They both hammered into her wings, shooting her backwards, and sticking her to the wall of the nearest building. That took her out of the fight, at least. The van screeched to a halt and the women piled out again, lunging for both himself and Nova. "Duck, kid!"

He didn't understand nor wanted to. Not when there were probably worse people out there that needed apprehending or locking up. Even through carceral means, he felt funny about the entire idea when super beings were just roaming the streets as if the rules and laws never mattered. Not for citizens like himself. Nova almost died! He had it in him to keep thinking that's what nearly occurred. If it weren't for the almost fall it was the almost knife aimed at his head.

Now that feet touched the ground, wobbly kneed at that. Now he had to back into a receiver pocket and run as if his life depended on it? Not going to happen. He never enjoyed the inaction when if he could help it, would attempt to fight for his own self. "Cover? I'm not safe behind a box or that milk crate." At least there was a thrown broken bat sticking out a pail of garbage, which he managed to grab. Ready to swing as he walked 360 in a frantic manner. Waiting for the winged vixen to show.

Eyes followed to her subdued position but that didn't account for the van and its occupants rushing out with conviction. One after the other, they were obligated to complete one task and one task only. That was to take down or pluck up from out of the semi-comforts of Nova's life. "O shit!"

⤿ "Jeez, they really aren't letting up!" Peter quipped over his shoulder at Nova, clocking that he was holding some kind of weapon now. Good. It would help, maybe, if one of the women got past Peter in their pursuit of Nova, which — judging by the amount that were piling out of the van now wasn't exactly out of the question. He pursed his lips underneath his balaclava and scanned his gaze across the three of them as they approached.

"Alright, ladies, please. Let's talk about this. What's the problem here? This a case of mistaken identity?" Nothing about Nova seemed like he warranted this kind of unrelenting attack — but Peter knew better than to just assume, to judge a book by it's cover, even if he'd done it a thousand times before. Fera lunched for him, hurling a powerful punch for Peter's stomach — but he flipped over it, kicked her in the back of the head, and sent her sprawling towards Nova's feet. "Smack her!" He shot back to the kid, with a thumbs up. "Swing, batter!"

His encouragement was cut off when Robin grabbed him by the ankle and swung him hard into the nearest wall — but Peter responded at the last second with a glob of web to her face.

If it wasn't really happening, he could blink and be at his front door. Still meddling with the lock. Though when he did blink, he saw Fera on the ground laid out. It wasn't a count of if she got up or not, it was only a matter of when. He felt weird about blasting a well built woman with a bat but it was his life on the line. And Fera may have had a hundred pounds on him to not react. He swung hard, slamming down on her back as if he were back in Little League once again.

"LEAVE. ME. ALONE. WOMAN!" He backed up giving much distance and looked on to see where the third of the bunch went. When Nova saw that Robin was trying to put the works on the hero, he skipped the waiting on Fera to lurch up and came barreling in ready to swing his bat at the web-faced lunatic. Aiming for the midsection while vision was obscured. He ducked just quick to feel air swipe in his direction from behind.

Rolling on a bottle and landing on his rear in the process. The grip to the bat slipped and spun away from his feet and he scurried backwards to avoid another clash even if his timing was worse off.