Chapter 2
I've Gotta Get Out of Here
I wake up strapped to a chair that resembles one that you sit in at a dentist's office. I know that this isn't the right time, but I am reminded of a childhood fear of the dentist. Man, my life was much simpler back then. I must have been daydreaming for a long time, because I didn't notice a shadowy figure walk into the dimly-lit room.
"Hey Doc!" I said. "Mind letting me out of here? These bindings are pretty tight." I wasn't joking; the straps were cutting into my skin. My super-strength must have disappeared too, because I could have easily broken out of them by now.
"Oh, Spider-Man." Doctor Octopus chided. "Even in life-threatening situations, you manage to crack jokes. But soon, you will barely be able to stand. You see, it seems that your powers have, er, disappeared. This has provided me an opportunity to conduct some experiments." Doc Ock smiled manically. God, I hate that smile.
"Have you ever heard of toothpaste, Doc. Your teeth are yellower than mustard!" I joked. Doctor Octopus looked right at me, and said, "Shut up. This will hurt, a lot." He jammed a large needle with a strange green-tinted liquid in it right in my chest. I barely managed to scream, before I passed out.