"You. Dead." Blackie's smile had disappeared and a sneer had taken its place, "Why else would I try and lure you out? You are a nobody, a plain jane, boring."
"But..why?" She asked, still in shock.
"Why? Lemme remind you of when we last met..." Blackie pulled the gun away and waved it in the air as he spoke, something that must've been a habit of his. Otherwise he would've never have taken his aim off Betty. She, on the other hand, was getting her second wind thanks to the fact that there was no longer a gun placed to her temple. If she could just keep him talking, which didn't seem too hard of a task to do, she might be able to escape. Looking towards the door she inched closer, and then stopped and nodded along with whatever Blackie was saying, and then would inch again and repeat. It was working beautifully for a while, until it didn't.
"Honestly, I think people like your brother thought I was stupid," he continued ranting, looking skywards, "Your brother, the police, Spiderman..." he then looked down at Betty who had been in the process of inching and had been caught. He then trained his gun on her again, "and you. You honestly thought that a trained hitman like me didn't notice your pathetic attempt at escaping? I was just enjoying the show." Betty gulped and stood straight up. At least this way she had a chance to run. Blackie smiled in way that Betty just couldn't classify as human. It was scary. She panicked and bolted for the door. Clicking back the hammer of the gun, Blackie took aim, "Shows over sweetheart."
Betty tensed up, ready for the shot. She heard a click, a bang, but felt no pain. Turning around, she saw a pale faced Blackie who was facing... Spiderman. Spiderman who now had crimson red blood dripping down his limp arm and onto the floor. His other hand was holding where he had been hit, and he was facing the ground. He took the bullet? For her? Why?
"Why?!" Blackie screamed, mirroring Betty's thoughts, "Why do you always mess things up for me?! First with her brother, and now with her! At least HE ended up dead! Now let me kill HER and she will be able to see him again," he smiled once more, but this time in an attempt to get Spidey to back off, "After all that's all she has ever wanted is to see her brother again, ain't that right?" He was met with an eerie silence as Spiderman just stood there. After a few seconds, Spidey finally moved, still looking at the floor, towards Blackie. Which apparently hadn't been the bad guy's plan as he began to back away. Spidey began to speak with every step he took, his voice gruff (a mixture of pain and anger she guessed) but yet... calm. But not the nice calm, the scary calm. The I'm-gonna-rip-your-head-off calm. Which wasn't much better than what he said.
"Listen. Blackie." He began with two steps. "You better. Decide wisely. Your next. Decision." Four more. "Because. If you. Hurt. One hair. On her head." Five. Blackie's back hit the wall and Spidey was no more than 10 feet away. Spidey finally looked up from the floor and looked Blackie right in the eyes (as well as he could, considering the mask and all that) and growled, "I. WILL. KILL. YOU. DO. WE. HAVE. AN. UNDERSTANDING?" He finished. Chills went down Betty's spine, and no doubt down Blackie's too. She wouldn't doubt it considering the fact that Spiderman was only 6 inches from Blackie's face. Spiderman stared him down. "DO WE HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING BLACKIE?"