He didn't know how much longer he could do this.
Bam!
Another hit. Another bruise. Another cracked rib.
Bam!
Another dent in the cement.
Bam!
Time Square was littered in Spider-Man sized holes. His blood splatted across sidewalks. Glass from innocent cars and business windows protruded from his limbs and his back.
Bam!
Did he even feel that one? The pain wasn't there. Not like it was before. It was more like a dull annoyance at this point. He was just tired now.
Another toss through the air but this time was different. He felt himself flying further until he was skidding on the concrete like a pebble across still water.
Finally, he stopped. Finally, he could lay still. Finally, he could take a moment to just focus on breathing.
Spidey tried to push himself off his stomach and roll into a more comfortable position, but just that small movement made him dizzy and his arms collasped like cooked noodles beneath him. His ears were ringing and his vision was blurry. He felt helpless.
"Poor little arachnid."
All too suddenly, a metallic claw clamped around Spidey's throat, cutting of his already ill-used airway.
"All alone and withering like the puny creature you are." Doctor Octopus gloated, bringing Spider-Man to face level, the other members of the Sinister Six standing close by, cocky grins stretched across their faces.
Spidey felt the impact of those words. For hours he had been fighting the Sinister Six to no avail. And without help. No Acengers had shown up to his defense. No S.H.I.E.L.D agents. No Fantastic Four. No one.
And yeah, they all deal with issues outside of New York, but did they really have to be saving the day elsewhere on the exact same day these psychos decided to pummel him to death?!
Just the Parker luck, he supposes.
Spidey tuned back into Doc. Ock's monologue-ing.
"... no one to help-" plink!
Was that a... can of beans?
"That's what you think ya freak!" A heavily New York accented voice challenged.
"Yeah, New York's got Spidey's back!" Shouted another, this one female.
"And we're tired of see'an ya pick on'im!" Shouted get another voice.
Gradually, the uproar kept growing until you couldn't pick apart the insults from the sea of New Yorker's standing up for their spider.
At least, Spidey assumed that roaring was voices and not the whole oxygen depletion.
Plink! Plink, plink, plink!And just as suddenly as his air had been cut off, it came rushing back as he hit the pavement. Ock had dropped him and was backing up, looking utterly shocked rather than pained at the random objects the pedestrians were throwing at him and the other baddies.
Clutching his soar throat, Spidey turned to look at the huge crowd, rallied in his defense.
And he was utterly floored.
These citizens... they were defending him. They were standing up to some of the most powerful villains in New York for him. Saving him. Shouting insults and throwing things, trying to do what they could to help their hero. And in that moment, Spider-Man felt like a hero. He felt like everything he'd ever done for the city was being acknowledged. All of the Daily Bugles stupid news feeds about him didn't matter. New York was showing their love for him right now. Showing him that everything he's ever done for the city has made a difference. He was willing to fight for this city, and right now... it looked like the city was willing to fight for him too.
Spidey could feel all his injuries sitting there on the pavement. His body felt like one giant bruise and he could see the damage in his suit. He could see the blood and feel his lungs rattling, but more importantly, he could hear the citizens behind him.
And then, he was on his feet.
The next few... seconds? Minutes? Hours? They were all a blur. A blur of punches, kicks, flips, swings, webbing, head-butting, and quips and before he knew it... he was just standing. Standing in front of a beaten, defeated and restrained Sinister Six. At some point, he realized, he had triple webbed the unconscious bunch of baddies and wrapped two street lamps around them.
Spidey panted, a sense of relief washing over him. He'd done it. The city was safe.
And he felt himself falling.
A/N
I know, it's super short, but there will be a second part soon which will focus heavily on NY helping it's hero!
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