Showdown with the Vulture

"Mason, open the door!" The voice came from the intercom on Mason's desk. Peter turned to look at the fat man, Mason, who stood off to the side with his mouth taped shut and a miserable expression. Mason understood instantly and hurriedly gestured toward the button on the desk. "Mason?" Rumble— A skylight somewhere in the factory opened. A powerful gust of air swept in from outside, followed by a figure rushing through.