Whew! This is the second chapter I wrote and published today, I'm on a role! I hope you enjoy this chapter because I put a lot of thought for this one. I mean I actually physically wrote an outline for this chapter. Crazy, right? Haha so yeah I hope you enjoy, and thanks a million for reading!
It was another night of crime fighting for the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Peter had finished his homework earlier, and went out to fight crime earlier, determined to get a good night's sleep that night. But the thing about going earlier in the night was that not as much crime was going on. Currently, it was only 10 at night. Peter just hoped Aunt May wouldn't go into his room and wonder where he was off to. He just hoped he could keep his life as a superhero secret from her forever. If she ever found out, she would freak. May would hate the idea of her little Petey fighting bad guys every night, especially if she knew how often he ended up getting hurt.
Anyway, nothing much was happening right now. Spider-Man looked all over Queens for any trouble, but didn't find any. He decided to just sit on a roof for a little while. Peter knew eventually things would be happening. This was New York after all. There was rarely a day when Spidey didn't end up stopping a criminal. And of course, today was no different. Peter waited for about ten minutes before he heard the loud sound of glass breaking and an alarm going off. Spider-Man stood up, knowing this was another one of many robberies he would stop.
Spidey swung across town, to a bank. Two window were broken. He went inside the bank and climbed onto the ceiling, so that the robber or robbers wouldn't see him. Spider-Man was surprised to see there was only one robber tonight. Usually there were more than one. Maybe this guy never heard of Spider-Man. He saw the robber head towards the bank vaults. Spidey climbed over to the nearest wall to the robber and jumped down. "Good evening," Spidey said. "Robbing a bank? Really? You should know better than to steal."
The robber sneered. "Get out of my way. I've heard about you and I'm not scared or impressed. You're just a dumb kid in a costume."
Spidey raised his eyebrows. "Oh really? You wanna fight, huh? Well then.. Lets fight." Spider-Man punched the robber, but not too hard, only hard enough to disorientate him. After a moment the robber pulled out a knife and made to stab Peter. Spider-Man dodged it quickly. "Nice try, but you gotta be faster than that. You're pretty slow. People should call you the Turtle."
The robber swiped his knife at Spidey again, but missed. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" the robber growled. Spidey shrugged. "They have, but I think you just talk too little."
Spider-Man punched the robber again, and the man staggered backwards. Peter felt a sharp pain up his arm, but chose to ignore it. He webbed the robber up and left him there for the cops. He heard the sirens of police cars and decided it was time to go. "Make sure you tell the police the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was here!" Spidey told the robber as he left. He moved his left arm to shoot his web shooters to go back to his apartment, but felt a sharp pain shoot through it again. He looked at his left arm and saw a two inch cut. Peter cursed. Not because of his arm, but because it ripped his suit. He would have to take it to Mr. Stark some other day.
Spider-Man guessed the cut was from the knife the robber was wielding. It wasn't too deep, but it hurt a lot. Peter looked at it closer. The wound seemed to be.. smoking.. That couldn't be good. Pete was pretty sure normal knife wounds didn't smoke. Peter decided it would be difficult to use his web shooters to get home. It wasn't too far from where he was, so he decided he would just walk. After he had been walking for about 5 minutes, he stumbled on the sidewalk. He suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. He knew that couldn't be good either. "K-Karen?" he asked his suit's AI system. "Yes Sir?" It asked back. "D-did that knife happen to be poisoned or something? I-I don't feel too well right now.."
"Hold on Sir. I am analyzing your wound." A few seconds later, Karen answered back, "The cut from that knife does appear to have been poisoned, Sir." Peter groaned. Great. Poison. Just what he needed tonight. "Well what type of poison? Please tell me it's nothing deadly."
"I am afraid it is deadly, Sir. But there is a known cure for it. The poison is known as G-928 and will start paralyzing your body in about an hour, until you are dead." Peter was starting to see spots clouding his vision, and he still felt dizzy and nauseous, so he sat down on a bench. "That's just great," he grumbled. "What are the other symptoms?"
"Well it appears the poison has given you a slight fever, Sir. I could tell you how to make the cure. It is fairly simple."
Peter gulped. "Please do. I don't want to be poisoned any longer."
Karen told him. Spidey guessed that he would have to break into his school and go to the chemistry lab to make it. They should have all the ingredients there. The only problem would be that he was dizzy and seeing spots. Not to mention he would start getting paralyzed in an hour. Those things wouldn't be very helpful for when he was making the antidote.
Spider-Man managed to break into the school and go into the lab. Every minute he was feeling worse and worse. He wasn't sure how long it had been since he got stabbed, but his fingers were already starting to feel numb. Peter knew he would have to hurry. Karen told Peter the ingredients, which, luckily for him, were all in this lab. With Karen's guidance, Peter made it. It took him about 20 minutes to make it. Peter's arms and legs were going numb, and he was very lucky his fingers weren't paralyzed yet. He felt like he was going to throw up, and he was so dizzy he could barely stand, but he managed to find a syringe and put the antidote into it. He then injected the cure into his left arm, just like Karen said to do.
"With luck, the poison should be disappearing from your system in about 2.35 minutes. In a few hours you should be healed completely."
Peter nodded. He still felt horrible, but was really, really glad Mr. Stark created Karen. Without her, he would probably be dead. Spidey leaned against the chair he was sitting in and closed his eyes.
He just hoped he wouldn't be poisoned again anytime soon. It was not a fun experience..
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