Our Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man could always save the lives of many. But a whole building of persons? This seems like the job of all other superheroes too, he thought. It was just a normal Thursday morning when all of a sudden four levels or more just blew up in flames on two of the tallest buildings of New York's Financial District.

Peter Parker could not believe it as he happened to pass by the center on his way to Oscorp, the company of his best friend's father. He could see all the sirens coming and humans up on high ledges about to fall. At this point, no one knew what had happened but Mr. Parker knew one thing, and that was to save those people stuck on various floors due to chronic explosion. He quickly put on his costume and got going. Now as Spider-Man, he quickly climbed to the highest window in deep shock of the height.

As he crawled to the top, he increased his speed even more while he also gasped at the disaster wondering why no others had shown up. At the one-hundred third floor there were about a hundred people. Spidey felt overwhelmed at the site of all of them. Also at women weeping and men and women crying out, "Please help us. We are stuck here and there are also many others. You've gotta save us and them."

The Webslinger usually would have said a quippy sarcastic remark but he knew this was not the moment. He stood there for about a minute thinking of what he could do, while the civilians still shouted for emancipation. After a while, he came up with an idea that he knew would work. He checked his utility belt for cartridges and then went outside the window to inspect it. After that he said to himself,"This'll do."