With a tremendous leap he flew out of the pages, scattering them everywhere. She dropped the remains of the comic book and stared at him wildly, her mouth open.
"You- you, oh my gosh, I didn't think it was possible!" She smiled in delight and looked up and down the street. It was typically empty, as it always was at that time of day.
"Quite possible, actually. Look what happened to me. Guess you didn't think that would happen, did you?"
She shook her head, and was about to reply when all of a sudden the doors to a hotel down the street burst open and a cloaked green figure ran out.
A flock of policemen chased after him, appearing from somewhere in the city, shouting, "HALT! In the name of the law!"
Of course he kept running, and the girl noted that he was carrying a small black bag.
With another leap, the figure moved from beside her and started to race after the green-cloaked man. He ran awfully fast, she noticed, but when the green-cloaked man started to scale the walls of a business skyscraper he shifted into climbing gear.
He scaled the walls instantly and powerfully. She watched in fearful fascination as the long strands of thin white rope shot upwards and coiled around the green-cloaked man. Then they were swinging, swinging among the skyscrapers and engaged in a deadly battle. The police crowded around underneath them and the crowd drew onlookers from inside the hotel and other buildings. In no time the street was overflowing.
She didn't move but instead stayed where she was. He and the green-cloaked man were coming closer now, no, they were right overhead and she watched as the web spun out like a mystical woven mist. Then the green-cloaked man was caught, trapped in the net like a fish, and both came flying down to land on the ground.
He looked up from his prisoner, took the black bag, tossed it to her. Then he smiled as she stared at the bag in her hands. "Pretty good for a day's work, don't you think?"
He craned his head to see something behind her and she turned around. Nothing was there. She spun back and -
The street was empty, empty, except for the coloured pages fluttering down the pavement in the wind.
She looked back at the bag in her hands, the empty street behind her and in front of her.
Leaning closer to the pavement, she saw the tiny spider scuttle down a crack in the asphalt. Then she opened the bag, and pulled out a bright new comic book.