Interrupt some gunfire diplomacy.

Spidey should've known that even on the weekend crooks wouldn't manage to take time off. After all, if they had lives or families like everyone else, they'd at least have had the decency to keep to it on the weekdays so that everyone could at least get a little respite, if only for a day or two.

What had made this thought come to mind? Well, the police sirens echoing through the city streets as they converged toward a point somewhere in downtown was a clue. That and his suit's link to the police broadband that reported shots fired at the Latvarian Embassy. Ever since Doctor Doom's latest (and seemingly permanent as Spidey's crossed fingers hoped) disappearance, it felt like everyone had just been waiting with baited breath to see if the newly elected Prime Minister Lucia Von Bardas would seek to broker peace with the countries that had so long watched her own with suspicious eyes or if someone else would decide enough was enough and attempt to take the technologically rich country for themselves as a puppet state.

For his money, the dark-haired and green-eyed woman was a far flung improvement on Doom. Not that a sufficiently non-poisonous houseplant wouldn't have been an improvement in comparison to the mad dictator, but Spidey had thought that her handling of the diplomatic relations was as good as someone in her near impossible situation could be.

As he swung closer, he perched on a nearby rooftop to take a quick survey of the situation. Flashes of gunfire inside the building? Check. Cops outside, ready and waiting for the word to storm the place? Check. What appeared to be multiple bodies strewn through the courtyard leading into the embassy? Definite check on that.

As he took all this in and quickly figured that the gunfire was apparently concentrating on the east wing, Spidey swung into action. He leapt off the building corner: his body naturally turning itself into a straight line akin to a paratrooper trying to reach the optimal parachute deployment altitude. With reflexes that had saved many a life (including his own on more than one occasion) his right hand shot out a web line that attached to a nearby lamp post. His descent turned into an arc as he swung upward, letting go so that he was flying straight at the window with gunfire erupting from it.

With his feet ready to smash into the window, he prepared himself to act at a moment's notice. As his body broke through the window only seconds to act before he'd impact the nearby polished wooden wall, Peter's enhanced senses took in what he could. To his right, a bunch of what looked like mercenaries that had clearly been put through the ringer. To his left, uniformed soldiers that bore the distinct black and orange colors of Deathstroke the Terminator. Pretty sure he knew which side he was taking here; Spidey acted quickly.

His left hand shot a webline out toward a mercenary in the center of the Deathstroke squad, snagging his kevlar armor. His senses allowed him to play time out closer to normal as he hauled himself over to the guy: his right foot kicking him straight into about four of his comrades behind him while there remained three more on his left and right.

"Man, how is it even when I don't go bowling I manage to get a seven ten split?" Spidey asked rhetorically, as his left foot touched the floor and he activated the sticking part of his spider powers to hold himself there. He spun on that foot to his right, his still extended leg sweeping the legs of the mook closest to him. With both legs flying up toward his head the guy's ass was in the air not a few seconds before Spidey shot a webline from his right hand to snag him while disengaging his left foot from the floor. As he pulled the guy toward him, both his feet left the ground and impacted the henchman who was now being rapidly reeled in toward Spidey. Letting the momentum carry him into his feet, Peter then used that momentum plus his own prodigious strength to roll them in midair so that their positions were reversed: he facing the two remaining and the captured mook facing the other three. With a double kick Spider-man pushed off the midair mook: simultaneously knocking him into the other three and the combined foursome into the wall. The push conveniently managed to launch Spidey himself at the last two, who'd only just managed to bring their guns around to face him. But it was too little too late as his costumed fists hit them both in the solar plexus, doubling them over. Finally bringing his body to a halt, Spidey then proceeded to grab the gasping henchmen by the bottom their kevlar and flung them toward the ceiling, his web shooters automatically spraying them with webbing that kept them immobilized without covering anything from the shoulders up.

He then casually repeated the process on the foursome behind him and further down the hall who had only begun to regain their wits after the lighting fast barrage of bouncing he had just subjected them too. Now that he could at last take a breather, Spidey was better able to take in the guys whose butts he'd just saved. They were looking simultaneously relieved and awed, not a one of them seeming to think to point their guns at him. It was a welcome change from his usual reception at these sorts of events.

"So, I understand that I'm fashionably late to the fun guys. But it seems to me that as far as party faux pas go, gate-crashing is way worse than lateness. So, if you wouldn't mind pointing me in their direction, I'd be happy to make things nice and peaceful again." He offered.

"Usually it's the hostess's duty to eject unruly guests when they act out of line." Came a European voice from near the back of the group.

Peter's eyes automatically leapt to the figure who was striding forward even as it spoke.

Silver Sablinova. Aka Silver Sable: the only head of state he knew of to accept freelance mercenary work. Once again Peter was struck by the beauty of her silver hair as it flowed down slightly past her shoulders and the crystal blue eyes that reminded him of the one time he'd traveled to Symkaria to help prevent a civil war and she'd invited him to see the palace fountains against the setting sun. Her grey and white body suit emphasized the lithe curvature of her body, her ass firm enough that it didn't budge even as she came closer, her breasts only a bit more than a handful each but forming a lovely hourglass shape beneath her body suit.

"Silver!" He greeted happily. "Certainly didn't expect to see you here. Is this ol Deadboy getting uppity because you got a contract he didn't?"

A smile graced her bow like lips as she answered in the negative.

"No, but I certainly would be interested to know who hired him to interrupt the peace talks between myself and Prime Minister Bardas." She said.

"So if you wouldn't mind accompanying a lady to deal with her unwelcome guest, I'd much appreciate it." She invited.

Spidey knew he had a choice here. He could trust in Sable's Wild Pack to continue protecting Lucia Von Bardas against any further attempts by Deathstroke's goons or he could accompany Sable to fight off Deathstroke and maybe end this all the quicker. What was an arachnid themed hero to do?