A/N: Alright, here goes nothing! Hope you enjoy! I watched the movie again and remembered those people on the subway. That is what this is all about.
George's POV:
I had only had a one drink and the alcohol in my system should have worn off already. I wasn't drunk and I know what I saw.
"You okay to drive?" My friend, Rob, asked, his words slurring.
"It's you we should be worried about." I saw and put down a ten on the counter. "Give me your keys and promise me you will call a cab."
Rob tossed me his keys and I pocketed them. I have been watching the sadness wash away in his eyes for the last few hours as he downed his sorrows. Rob was going through a divorce and he just lost his job. I thought I would buy him a drink tonight and help him move on.
"I promise I will call a taxi. Give me those keys back tomorrow." He said and took another sip of his drink, slammed the glass on the counter, and turned his blank eyes towards the baseball game on the TV. The bartender was wiping down the counter and nodded at me as I left.
My car was parked in the street. I climbed in and started rolling down the street. I kept searching for a good radio station. I tuned into the news channel and it was talking about that Spiderman kid again. How this guy always saves the day. Yippee.
Finally I found a good station and let the sound fill the car. The car lurched to a stoplight. It was an empty intersection. I was almost home and was considering to run the red light.
The walk sign flashed on the crosswalk and a hooded man slowly crossed in front of my car. I sighed as he took his time walking across.
He stopped in front of my car, and behind sunglasses, I could feel his eyes peer into mine. He then darted to my window and yanked the door open-I had forgotten to lock the door.
This was a carjacking. It was 1 in the morning and nobody was around to help me. He held up a gun to my head and my palms were sweaty as I raised my arms in surrender. That bad feeling twisted through my stomach and my knees started shaking.
"Please, take anything. Just don't hurt me." I said. My eyes darted to the gas pedal next to my foot. I could gun it across the intersection, but this car was old and had a delayed reaction time. Even if I started the car moving, he would shot me before I was up to ten miles per hour.
"Get out of the car." He said in a deep gravely voice. I started to move out of the seat when something sent him flying backwards. I jumped, startled, as he hit the mailbox on the corner of the street. He scrambled for his gun and pointed it blindly in the dark.
"Who was that?!" He screamed and then pointed the gun back at me. "Don't you move." It was aimed right at me and I stayed still, one leg out of the car.
All of a sudden, someone tackled him and knocked the man to the ground. His hood flew off and sunglasses scattered to the ground.
"Not getting away with this man." The attacker said. He was dressed in red and blue, with a mask over his head. I didn't need to think about who it was, since his masked face was plastered over every newspaper.
Spiderman.
I watched in fascination as the two wrestled in the other lane.
At one point in time, there was someone on the shadows but I couldn't see who it was.
"Get back." Spiderman said, shooing off the other person. It was a blonde girl who had tried to come and help. I got a glimpse of her in the street light but she did as she was told and quickly retreated back to the sidewalk.
"Get off of me!" The man said. Spiderman lost his balance on top of the man and flipped over on his back. The other man strangled Spiderman, his hands around his throat.
"Let's see who you really are under there." The man said and ripped the mask away from Spiderman. The face of a teenage boy who looked really familiar was basked in the streetlamp for a few seconds but he stretched his neck back into the shadows. I didn't see anything but then Spiderman gathered his strength and threw the man against my car. His head hit the tires and he slumped to the ground.
I backed up quickly out of the car and into the spotlight. I saw Spiderman step forward to the man and he started to pick up the uncurious carjacker. I stepped further into the dark and stepped on something.
It was the man's gun.
A loud bang echoed off the walls of the streets. Something twisted in my stomach as I watched Spiderman drop the man and he jerked backwards. A spurt of blood sprayed the concrete and stained the man below. The teenager clutched his right shoulder as he doubled over, the blood dripped from his shoulder.
The girl ran towards the boy and he stumbled and leaned into her. The girl's hair was bright, almost white and her blue eyes sparkled in my direction. Spiderman had a really young face and he was very tall.
I watched as the teenager staggered and leaned his weight up against the girl. She took off her scarf and pressed it to the wound. His knees gave out and he crumpled, taking the girl down with him. She coaxed him to relax and started taking his suit off to reveal the bullet wound.
I ran forward thinking of ways to help. This was my doing and I wasn't going to let this young boy, who saved me, die.
I felt my heart pound in my temple and my hands are clammy as I rush forward and kneel next to the boy.
I look into the brown eyes that a clenched with pain and I realize where exactly where I recognized this boy.
I suddenly remember that weird night on the subway. That boy who hit everybody with the pole in the subway car. He was the one who ripped that lady's shirt away. That man who snapped his skateboard in half and the other one who balanced his beer bottle on his forehead, the poor kid. I definitely remember that strange night. And although I didn't participate in the fight, I remember those guys who tried to attack the guy. Everything clicked.
That night was a few weeks before the Spiderman figure appeared on TV.
It made sense that the confused teenager would be him, with all those weird occurrences on the subway.
But I had to focus on the situation at hand.
"I'm so sorry." I repeated it over and over again. "Sorry. I'm sorry. So sorry." My hands fluttered over his body, not knowing what to do.
"You aren't helping by blubbering like an idiot." The girl spat at me. "It was an accident. Now just shut up and help me." His blood had already soaked the scarf all the way through. The girl threw that to the side and stripped off her coat and used that instead. The boy winced when she touched it.
I brought out my phone but she smacked it out of my hand. It broke into separate pieces and scattered under my car.
"You are not calling 911. Just help me get him up." The girl said. I swallowed and we both put an arm under his armpits. "Now our car is down the street." She shot me a look, blue eyes full of hate and anger. "You did this, so you can help us." She said.
The boy cringed in my arms and my hands started to stain red. We walked in silence down the deserted street a few blocks. He was stumbling and silent screams escaped his mouth, echoing off the alleys.
Finally, we approached a car and the girl opened the backseat. While she was moving some things around, I supported the boy's weight.
"I remember you from the subway station that night." I whispered.
"And you will do well to forget it." He said, his breath coming out in frosty puffs.
The girl beckoned us forth and we settled the boy in the backseat. He lay still except for the rise and fall of his chest.
"Is he going to be alright?" I asked. She was gripping the window of the open car door. His legs were so long that she had to bend them against the seat.
"We have dealt with this before." Then she made up a story for me to tell the police. I was supposed to now call 911 and inform them that Spiderman saved me from a carjacker and that the gun was fired into the empty street. I do not know the identity of Spiderman, seeing as he ran off before I could thank him.
I nodded and told her the story three times. When the girl was satisfied, she turned to the open door. The boy let out a strangled gasp.
"Stay with me, Peter." She climbed in and kissed him quickly, then got in the car and sped off in the opposite direction.
When I saw the tail lights disappear behind a corner, I ran back to the car. The man was still knocked out. I called the police and sat in the drivers seat waiting to hear the sirens. My eyes scanned the scene.
Nothing was out of place. Except for Spiderman's mask. I grabbed it before anyone can see it and stuffed in the bottom of my coat pocket.
Then the red and blue lights flashed in the distance.
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It was a week after the attempted carjacking. Everything went as it was and my story was straight with the police.
I was eating breakfast on the go to the car. Chewing on a banana, I scanned once again for a good radio station. The news was on so I listened to it for a while.
"Thanks to Spiderman, another criminal was put behind bars. Burglar Mike Hill was convicted of two felonies before and is now put behind bars. No one was injured at the scene this morning and once again, Spiderman disappeared without a trace."
The announcement was a relief to hear.
I stopped at a stoplight and threw the peel on the floor. I looked over the lines of traffic and saw something on the rooftop. A tall figure, dressed in red and blue was crouched on a tall rooftop. I watched him take a defying leap and at the last second, swung out of view, through the streets of New York.
A/N: Have a nice day! Please read and review!