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The fact that 'Spiderman' was finally said out loud made us all realize the danger in this whole situation. Spiderman was supposed to be the one saving us… and now it was possible that these hunters were going to take him down.

"What should we do?" I asked, feeling panic once again.

"…What do you mean? We can't do anything." The bald guy sounded frustrated.

"Just try to listen to them Zimmy, you don't wanna get hurt." Wade said.

"Spiderman can take care of himself, these guys don't have a chance." A woman said.

I glared at her, feeling protective of him immediately. "You didn't see their guns."

"Guns?" The bald guy said.

"Yeah, they had these huge electricity guns or something. They probably have thousands of volts."

"Spiderman is too good to be caught!" The same woman snapped.

The bald guy glanced at her, then back at me.

"The cops used large tazers on Spiderman a while back, and that was the closest they ever got to arresting him." I said, feeling afraid for my hero.

There was another silence. And I felt myself begin to really worry. If this was true… then things could really be changed from here on out. What were these guys planning? Did someone hire them? Or were they just a rogue group who had a personal vendetta against Spiderman? I had always really wanted to meet Spiderman, but if meeting him today meant he was going to be captured, and possibly killed, then I didn't want that.

"Oh god." I heard the woman say.

"Bring him in here!" I heard Laszlo's voice echo through the lobby.

Everyone stiffened up and got quiet. We were all waiting to see whom they had, hoping desperately that our guess was incorrect. Laszlo came marching in with his huge tazer gun thingy, and threw it to the ground. His hair was messier than earlier and his body had a shine from sweat. His lip was bleeding, and the blood hadn't clotted yet. It was dripped down, all the way down his neck and in his shirt... He'd probably need stitches. Then I saw the dark eyed guy along with the black dude follow Laszlo into the lobby. And to all our horror they were dragging Spiderman's body behind them.

"No!" I heard a random guy yell from the line.

Wade looked over to the younger guy who yelled, and shushed him. Thankfully our captors didn't seem to notice, but I could tell the other hostages were going to have a hard time holding in the emotions. I on the other hand, was calmer than ever… I think it was because I was so stunned… I just, really didn't know how to react. His body was so limp and dead looking as they dragged him to the middle, for the perfect view by their audience. Us. I was shaking still and I began shaking my head. Was he okay?

"Yup." Laszlo said, sounding out of breath. "Spidey." He motioned to Spiderman's limp body after the two men threw him down on the ground. "Don't worry though, he's not dead." He chuckled as he knelt down next to Spiderman.

"It's still on, so be careful." The black guy said quietly.

Laszlo looked up to him, and nodded. Then he flipped Spiderman over onto his back. I felt myself gasp as I saw a pretty large knife… or something, sticking out of his side… it looked like they had jammed it under his rib cage, and the handle had a weird button thingy on it. I held my mouth as I tried not to scream for Spiderman. Was he okay? How the hell did they get him? I'd never seen Spiderman before, but I would give anything to take this moment back and save him. He didn't deserve this.

"So!" Laszlo said as he carefully placed his hand on the thing in Spiderman's side. "This here is what I like to call my little spitfire. We gotta be real careful, because well, it has enough voltage in here to kill all of us with one push of the button. Thankfully though, Spiderman has it safely tucked inside him, so we won't be getting any." He chuckled again.

I was still holding my mouth as I listened in horror. Why the hell were they doing this to him? Please be a bad dream…

"Let's wake him up, shall we?" He looked around the room, then gave a serious look to the two men standing near by.

When he pushed the button you were able to hear a loud and powerful noise. The electricity was obviously deadly, and when Spiderman's whole body lifted from the ground I heard gasp from all of the people.

Then he began to scream.

It was a very strained scream and the fact he was frozen in one position just conveyed to everyone that he was probably in pain far beyond anything we could relate to.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" He finally started to move a little as he tried his hardest to reach down and grab the thing inside of him. It was a weak attempt, and Laszlo just watched as Spiderman's weak hand had no chance.

Then finally it stopped. His body fell limp to the ground and I swear I could see smoke coming from him. My heart was pounding against my chest, worried that they had killed him.

"…That... was not fun…" I heard Spiderman mumble as he moved his head back and forth very slowly.

"Heh." Laszlo seemed entertained by that. "Still got an attitude?"

"No… Pretty sure you just zapped it..." He groaned after that.

I was staring in shock… he was clearly speaking after that just happened to him… I was thanking god he was still alive. He really was something special. I couldn't believe I was this close to Spiderman; regardless of the sick situation. I was finally hearing his voice… even though it pained me to hear it, I was hearing it. And he actually sounded a lot like how I imagined…

Now it was silent in the room, as Laszlo seemed to be catching his breath, and all we could hear was the sharp breathing from Spiderman. It was a terrible silence, because we all knew there was nothing we could do. Here our hero lay, suffering, and we could only sit and watch whatever these creeps were going to do.

"Zimmy." I got snapped out of my thought process and quickly looked up to see Laszlo looking right at me, still bending over Spiderman.

I didn't realize I was still shaking as hard as I was and my mouth was so dry at first my voice didn't work. "…What?" I frowned, horrified of what he was planning to do.

"You wanna play?"

I just looked away, hoping he was joking. I started shaking my head and really didn't want anything to do with what he was doing, and besides I was handcuffed to this damn thing so I couldn't even move! Laszlo just smiled then looked back down to Spiderman.

"So, I've got something to tell ya."

"Ya do, do ya?" Spiderman groaned back.

Laszlo moved in very close to him, and we couldn't hear as he talked to Spiderman's ear. I watched Laszlo's eyes, and just as I could tell he was smiling I saw Spiderman shaking his head once again. It was slow and weak just like before, but I felt it was his only way of resistance. His mask made it kind of hard to read how he was actually feeling...

"Now!" Laszlo said as he stood up, still keeping a foot on each side of Spiderman. "My spitfire here is nicely set into Spidey's lung. So it's probably killin' him pretty badly every time he makes a move. I love it because well, it's designed to incapacitate. The more he moves, the more electricity he gets. So even right now..." He motioned to Spiderman. "He's getting a shockwave of electricity through his entire body, just because his lungs are moving so he can breathe." He almost seemed proud while he explained this twisted weapon to us...

"Hurts, doesn't it Spidey?" He leaned over a little to ask.

"Yup." Spiderman replied, then grunted.

Laszlo seemed extremely amused by the fact that he could still talk, and I found his stupid smirking face disgusting. How could someone enjoy someone else's pain!? That was so sick and wrong.

"Take him back." He waved his hand as the two men quickly stood up and grabbed Spiderman by the ankles.

This time he was conscious, so as soon as they moved him he began to yell out in pain.

"Hold HO-!" He tried to put his hands out but quickly dropped them due to pain.

We all sat frozen as we heard his groans from pain grow quieter. Laszlo picked up his gun, smiled to me, then followed his men out of the room. We were stunned. I was so... afraid… for him. Myself... these people. What was going to happen? What were they doing? We were alone again as the silence burned in our ears. I knew we were all upset that our prediction had come true, and we were all pissed that we could do nothing.

I looked to Wade and the bald guy, and they just looked back at me with no hope.

"I can't believe it." The bald guy said.

"Is he going to be okay?" I asked, realizing how upset I sound made me flinch.

"Not sure." Wade said.

Then out of now where we heard a blood curdling scream come rushing out of the hallway. We all jumped and I felt my eyes get wide. What the hell was that? Was that Spiderman!?

"What are they doing to him!?" The woman said.

"Oh my god... " I whispered myself, feeling the panic engulf my heart.

There was another scream and this one was even louder. It echoed longer than the last, and all of us just sat in fear. We couldn't help. We couldn't do anything. Oh my god.

"Why are they doing this!?" I yelled out.

"Zim." I heard someone say, as I was snapped out of my panic.

I looked up and Wade, even though across the room, was looking deep into my eyes. He had an intense gaze, and it some how calmed me from my panic I was enduring.

"He's in pain..." I said quietly, not caring if he heard me.

He just nodded softy as he kept his eyes locked with mine. "It's going to be okay." He mouthed

Was it? Really? He didn't know that. All I knew was that the next twenty, or thirty minutes that passed, seemed like an eternity. His screams were the same painful sound each time. I tried my best to keep my hands over my ears to block the sound, but the odd way Laszlo had handcuffed me made it almost impossible.

I felt my heart jump as I saw the dark eyed man walk out into the lobby, and directly towards me. He stopped in front of me and smirked. Only being able to see his eyes made it hard enough to read him, but the fact all I got was emptiness from them made my stomach swirl with anxiety.

"Get up." He said, voice calm and dark.

"Why?" I felt myself begin to panic.

He leaned over quickly and grabbed my wrist, ripping me up off of the ground. I yelled out not sure what he wanted as he grabbed my face roughly.

"Shut up." He hissed as he brought his face close to mine.

My eyes widened as I kept my voice quiet, and as I stared back into his empty eyes I wasn't sure what he was doing. What did he want? His eyes broke away from mine as he began to slowly look me over. It made my skin crawl while he had no shame in looking at my body. I tried to pull away but his painful grip on my jaw made it hurt to try to move.

"Row!" I heard Laszlo yell.

Row looked over at him, and I saw him glare.

"What'cha doin'?" Laszlo said as he approached us both, almost sounding protective.

Row let go of my face quickly as he stepped away from me. I felt relief rush through me, and for some reason a little safer now that Laszlo was here. They were staring at each other, and then Row just snorted as he walked away quickly. Laszlo kept his eyes locked on him until he was out of the room entirely. Then he turned to me as he inspected me quickly.

"Aww, don't look at me that way."

"Don't touch me!" I yelled.

"Just hold still. I gotta unlock ya."

"Please don't!" I yelled again.

"Shhhh, just be quiet, Zim." He said softly as he unlocked the cuffs and my arm was glad to feel the blood rushing back into it. I rubbed my wrist as I glared at him.

"Come on." He motioned as he began walking.

"No."

"You don't wanna meet him?" He looked as though he was introducing me to a friend or something! What was wrong with him!?

"Please tell me you did the same to him, that you did with me? Those were fake screams… right?" I wanted it to be true.

He just looked at me, not annoyed, but not proud. Just blank. I couldn't read him, but he was probably a master at keeping his true emotions from the surface.

"I can't tell you that. Cause it's not true." He said it with zero emotion.

"Why…?"

He sighed and looked around a little then back to me. "Just come talk to him."

He was going to let me talk to him? That was okay with them? ...Wait, they couldn't be trusted.

"No!"

"Zimmy." He said harsher. "Remember, Pete?" He looked like he didn't want to have to do that, but he did. He's so sick.

My heart sank as I remembered my poor old friend got shot because he tried to help me. And they'd do worse I'm sure, if I didn't behave... so I frowned and walked up to him.

"Good girl." He said as he grabbed my arm and began walking me out of the lobby.

I looked at the people and locked eyes with Wade as I was taken out. He looked afraid for me, and I felt panicked once I could no longer see any of their faces. I was still shaking hard, and now since I was trying to keep myself quiet my teeth were chattering together. It was hard not to talk, but it was almost harder listening to the incisive noise of my teeth. I might go crazy.

"So, you ever see him in real life before?" It was as if he were showing off that he 'had Spiderman'.

He smiled to me after he pulled down his bandana, and when I looked up to him I tried my best not to cry. I just really didn't want to be here.

"No..." Was all I risked saying.

"Well, it's your lucky day." He said as he turned me around and pressed me against the wall next to a door.

I panicked because it was just what he had done earlier, right before he hit me. I flinched and held my arms up in front of me, readying myself for a hit.

"Hey... hey." He said as he softly pulled my arms out of his way.

I jerked away as I was still expecting to be hit.

"I told you I wouldn't hit you again."

I peaked through my arms and saw his face was stern, and almost upset. Was he really this emotionally unstable, or what he just hiding something that was actually true? I wasn't sure what the heck to think about this guy, but right now, I hated him. I slowly lowered my arms, but kept my guard up. If I was going to get slapped again, at least I'd be prepared...

"See...? I ain't hittin' you."

I just glared at him, still on guard.

"Now. I need to talk to you a sec, before you go in there." He said as he placed both his large arms on each side of my head, then leaned in close to relax. "I need you to go in there, clean him up, and chat with him a bit. Make friends with him." His beautiful eyes were so close to me, I could see every detail of the colorful irises. "Can you do that for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No." He said matter of fact.

"Then I guess I have to do it."

He glanced to the side, and then let out another sigh. "Get in there."

I just scoffed at him as I turned back around and opened the heavy door. He followed behind me as we walked into the large room. It had a big table with tons of office chairs around it. It was obviously a conference or meeting room, and other than a few tipped chairs… it looked untouched. I glanced back at Laszlo, because I didn't see Spiderman. He motioned back towards the end of the room, so I walked slowly to where he guided me. Once I got back to the end of the room I saw a mini kitchen area that was kind of tucked away from the rest of the room, and to my dismay I saw Spiderman laying against the wall. His body was limp, and he was so still my heart panicked.

One of his arms was up against the wall, and upon future inspection I saw that there was some strange contraption holding his arm against it tightly. It almost look like some sort of metal claw, it had a tight grip on the wall, with his arm stuffed under it. Blood was coming out of that as well, and I felt my stomach turn when I realized how deep the blades must be… The dagger thingy was also still in his side, and I didn't even want to guess how long it was… It was at the strangest angle, shoved up under his rib cage… His wheezing breaths could barely be heard, and I assumed this thing was probably stuck in his lung. I cringed. There was a small puddle of blood under where he was sitting as well, and when I looked him over I noticed a bunch of chard looking holes around his body…

"What did you do?" My shaky voice whispered as I turned to Laszlo.

"He wouldn't answer our questions." He said calmly.

I just stared at him as my eyes filled with tears again. How could someone do something like this to such a kind person? Apparently I looked pretty pathetic, because Laszlo's expression changed to something that I wasn't aware he could make. It looked pained, and almost as if he disappointed someone important to him.

"I'll go get some water and a rag, and then you can clean him up for me. Okay?"

I glared at him as a few tears fell. "Why the hell do you care if he's clean or not!?"

"He can't die." He stared at me, and those eyes were unreadable all of the sudden.

I just glared at him as I turned around to face Spiderman. Still not being able to believe that he was right here in front of me. I knelt down in front of him and felt myself hurting for him. Not sure what to do next.

"Hey." Laszlo said.

I glared up to him.

"Don't touch that." He pointed to the thing on his arm.

I glanced at it, and then back to him.

"Unless you want to die." He shrugged. "I'll be right back." Then he left.

The silence of the room burned into my ears, and all I could hear was my own heart beating against my chest. I took in a deep breath as I closed my eyes and tried to gather my shattered emotions.

"Hi there."

My eyes snapped opened as I looked up to see Spiderman's head no longer hanging. He was looking right at me, and I was shocked to hear such a clear and soft voice. It was friendly and inviting, and I was so stunned it took me a minute to realize it was coming from him.

"Hi." I said in a whisper. Still shocked he was awake. "A-are, you okay?" Then I flinched and slapped myself on the forehead. Of course he wasn't okay!

I heard a soft chuckle. "I'm not dead."

I just stared at him. It was amazing hearing his voice.

"My pride is just gonna need some duct tape." He joked.

I stared in awe, and I couldn't believe he was talking so clearly, and now I was gaping like an idiot because out of all of us he was the one going through the worst. But he wasn't crying, or feeling sorry for himself. He was just making jokes, and honestly I think he was trying to cheer me up. So far, in these few seconds he was just like all the people said he was in my interviews. Selfless and amazing.

"I don't have any of that… but I can clean you up a little." I forced a smile.

It was hard not being able to see his face, but when he nodded softly, I hoped there was a smile under there. I stared at him, while he lowered his head again. He was probably pretty tired, and the position he was in looked extremely uncomfortable. I felt really bad for him, but it would only hurt him more to move him.

"Spiderman…?" I whispered, still not believing that I was talking to him.

He looked up to me again. "Hmm?"

"Why are they doing this to you?"

He just stared at me as his head turned to the side ever so slightly, as if he were considering what he was going to say to me. But instead of answering me he looked over to the big table in the room, seeming distracted. Then I heard a phone ring. Did he know that was happening before it happened? What the heck?

It rang again as I was just staring at him now, still catching up to what was going on I wasn't sure what to do. So I just stood up and walked over to the table, seeing the small conference phone lighting up with each ring.

"Don't answer that." I heard him say softly.

I turned to look at him. "Why not?"

"It's for Zo."

My eyebrows went up. "The police?"

He just nodded.

"Get away from there." I heard from the doorway.

I felt panic as I looked over and saw Laszlo walking back into the room. I stepped away from the table quickly as he walked over with speed, and his face looked stressed. He had a bowl of water with a rag hanging out of it, but threw it on the table as he reached over to the phone; picking it up.

"What." He sat on the table and listened for a minute.

I was trying to listen, but I couldn't hear anything. My body was still, as I was worried as to how Laszlo would react to the cops calling. I glanced back to Spiderman, and he was just hanging his head again. Did he pass out? Or was he just resting?

"We got about twenty-three, I told you." Laszlo said calmly, then he chuckled. "Yeah that's not going to happen."

I watched him as he listened to whomever he was talking to. He looked so calm it made me feel that much more trapped. Apparently he knew this was coming, and didn't feel threatened at all. Then all of the sudden his intense eyes shot up to me. I flinched as I locked eyes with him.

"Yeah. I can do that." The he motioned for me to come to him.

I frowned, and glanced at Spiderman who was now looking at me. He nodded once, and I felt comfort from just that. I looked back to Laszlo as I walked over to him.

"Talk." He said as he held the phone out to me.

"Why?" I frowned.

He just looked annoyed as he sighed, still holding it out to me. I swallowed as I grabbed the phone. But before he let go his other hand came over mine. I jerked away but he held me tight as he leaned in close.

"Do not mention my spitfire." He threatened.

Why didn't he want me mentioning his weird weapon? Out of all the weird crap that was going on here, he didn't want me talking about that? Why not 'don't mention the spider guy that we trapped'?

I just nodded quickly as he finally let me take the phone; I put it up to my ear as I swallowed again. He looked irritated as he grabbed the phone and turned it outwards, so he could hear too. Then he leaned in close to me as I finally spoke. "Hello?" My voice was shaky.

"Hello! This is Steven Barolo, chief of Police and head Hostage Negotiator. Who am I speaking with?"

The man said, sounding as if we were talking business. I fought the urge to beg him to help me, to tell him that I was so afraid and that they had Spiderman. Instead I glanced at Laszlo who was too close to me, to remind myself to be careful.

I sniffled. "This is Zimmy." My stupid voice was so quiet.

"Well, hi there Zimmy." He had a softer tone this time. "You can call me Steven. How are you? Are you hurt? How are all the other people in there?"

I glanced at Laszlo again, and he didn't seem fazed. "I'm a little shaken up, but we are all okay. The worst is Pete, one of the tellers. Laszlo shot him in the leg." Spiderman was probably actually the worst one, but I was worried to mention him.

"Okay… When was the last time you saw Pete? Was he still talking when you saw him? And how many men have you locked up in there?" I glanced at Laszlo again and he shook his head.

"I-I… uh," I glanced around the room. "I haven't seen Pete for a while."

"Okay. Okay. That's fine if you can't say the rest. How old are you Zimmy? And what's your last name?"

"No name." Laszlo whispered.

I just nodded to him. "I'm twenty-two years old." I swallowed as I pressed my lips together, no noticing that my body was shaking due to all the adrenaline. The more I talked to this Steven guy, the more real this whole situation got.

"Alright. Cool. That's how old my son is. Thanks for talking with me Zimmy, I'll probably be calling a bunch throughout all of this. But would you mind giving the phone back to Zo, now?"

For some reason that really got to me. First off, he was leaving me. Second off, he was acting as though 'this', was going to be a long strung out thing. I didn't want to be in here any longer, but apparently we were stuck. And Steven knew it.

"Okay…" I said, sounding pretty pathetic as I handed the phone back to Laszlo.

He winked at me with a smile as he took it back and walked away from me. "Yeah?" And then he was out of the room.

"Good job." I heard Spiderman say quietly.

I looked over to him, trying my best to keep my tears from falling. I lowered my head and clenched my eyes shut.

"Hey.. hey…" He said softly. "It's gonna be okay. Don't worry."

"You say that, but you're in the worst shape." I wiped my tears off, but more just kept coming as I tried not to look at him.

"Nah, I'll be okay. I just gotta get this thing out of me." He said way too confidently.

I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I felt embarrassed as a sob slipped out. Definitely not what I wanted to happen when meeting my hero for the first time… I hid my face more as I continued to cry. This was so stupid.

"Hey." He said a little louder. "Zimmy. Come here." He sounded so nice.

I shook my head, still pretty embarrassed that I was crying.

"Please?" He said with an unsure tone. Maybe he wasn't good with wimpy girls. "Look, I got a cut that hurts pretty bad… I bet I'd feel a whole lot better if you cleaned it up a little…?" Now he was trying to comfort me, and he was the one who had a metal claw holding him to the wall.

I just tried my best to stop crying as I sniffled and whimpered like a baby. I walked over to the bowl of water and rag that Laszlo brought in and picked it up, glad that the water was warm. I finally forced myself to stop sobbing as I knelt down in front of him. He was looking straight at me, and I felt like an idiot, as I knew I probably looked pretty pathetic. I wiped my face off onto my shirt as I sniffed loudly again.

"I'm sorry. I'm not good under pressure." I sniffed again and finally stopped the tears from flowing.

"Really? You seemed pretty cool on the phone. I'd say you are used to being under pressure. You must be a really hard worker. What do you do?" He was trying his best not to sound like he was in pain. But I could tell his voice was strained.

"I'm a reporter." I sniffed.

"Oh see? Reporters work best under stress, right?" He joked.

I smiled a little as I squeezed out the rag. "Yeah. I guess I do."

"That's why you're so pro. I get it now." He chuckled, and then grunted a little.

I frowned and looked up to him. "You shouldn't talk."

"Am I that annoying?"

I looked worried. "No. Not at all! I just don't want you keep hurting yourself."

"Oh…" He said as he looked to the side.

"So please, just don't talk." I said as I looked at him.

He just nodded as he hung his head again. His movements even though small, looked pretty tired.

"I'll try my best not to move you too much." I said as I looked him over.

There was pretty much blood all over him. I realized that his hand that wasn't clawed to the wall didn't have a glove on it, and to my horror one of his fingernails were ripped off. I cringed as I held my mouth and he quickly closed his hand into a fist, hiding the bloody fingertip.

"Don't look at that." He said softly.

I breathed out slowly, realizing that he too needed help. Like a lot of help. Not just me. So I had to toughen up! My hero was sitting right here, ready for me to help him, so I couldn't wimp out.

"Let me clean you. You don't want to get an infection." I said sternly as I looked up to him again.

He just stared at me, then nodded. "Fair."