Tyson spreads his wings and propels himself higher after getting hit into the sky to avoid getting surfed back to the ground. He draws in darkness from the Hellbow and then loads up a shock arrow and fires it at Hayden.
Their drinks came. "Hah." Peter said. "What would you like to eat?" She asked. "I'll take two orders of orange chicken. Six eggroles and three orders of pork fried."
"I'll take three orders of shrimp fried rice, two eggrolls, and as much sesame chicken as I'm legally allowed to order."
Tyson shoots a lava arrow at the ground, creating a pool of lava. Upon hitting the ground, Tyson's body catches fire.
Peter looked at her. "Okay I need that much food to help with the physical demands of my powers. What's your excuse." He said.
"I'm an athlete." She says. "An athlete with VERY high metabolism."
Peter nodded. His Spider-Sense went off. "Oh... Not now." He whispered.
The lava freezes, but Tyson's body does not. The lava then melts into a cement-like substance as Tyson slips out of Hayden's grasp and shoots upward into the sky.
Eris looks concerned. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. My Spider-Sense is going haywire. Oh of all times why does something have to happen now..."
Tyson laughs.
"Maybe we should investigate." She says.
Eris sees Hayden through the window. She smiles and waves at him.
Peter looked around. "Or just throwong it out there we could finish our din- no you're right." Peter sighed. "Still don't have my webshooters."
"Should we go look for them? If we don't have the time, I'll cover you." She states.
Peter pulled a small object from his pocket. "Well let's hope the bugs for this thing aren't as bad as I think they are." He said. He pressed the button the Webshooters and spider amulate appeared on the table. "Okay." He said grabbing them. He took a quick look around. "It's a stick up planned. The men two seats to the left are talking about who would be the best hostage. I don't think they've noticed me. I really need to find a way to get my secret identity back... I count 10 thugs in total. Must be a popular restaurant."
Eris snaps her fingers.
"No you are not going to be bait!" Peter whispered. But too late. A man got up and quickly grabbed her by her hair and forcefully pulled her out of her seat. He pointed a gun at Pete to make sure he didn't try anything.
"Hey! Let go of me!" She shouted.
