They were not alone with John for a long time--probably because John had stressed the please hurry part. But Spider-Man enjoyed the room and waited patiently for this Bill guy to come.

"See? Everything's gonna be fine." Spider-Man told Jordan, who leaned against a wall.

A few moments later, three men busted open the office door and frantically searched it. They did not have to look long--the guy in the bright spandex wasn't hard to miss. Each one of them wore the uniform of a security guard. Two even had their weapons drawn.

"All right! Hands up, now!"

"Oh, thank God!" John said. "I thought you'd never get here!"

"John? You called security? But...I thought what we had was special!" Spider-Man said dramatically. He backed away next to Jordan. By her expression, she had not been expecting something like this to happen.

"Didn't your spider-sense warn you about this?"

"No...I...no, it didn't. They won't hurt us, that's why."

"So, the reasoning behind the guns would be...?" Jordan asked.

The security guards looked as puzzled as ever. "Okay, you two--uh...just...erm...come with us...and..."

She shook her head, not paying attention to them. "Don't you have superpowers?""

"I can't use them on security guards! Are you nuts?"

"Just asking..."

Spider-Man focused back on the three security guards. "Uh, is there a problem, officer?"

"You'll need to come with us, you two, down into the holding room." the one without the gun said. In his hand he twirled two pairs of handcuffs with their names on them.

"You guys have holding room here? Are you serious?" Spider-Man said.

Jordan was not so easy-going about the situation. "Are you serious? Let's get the heck outta here!"

"Though it seems...uh...pathetic, but they're my best shot of getting home. Let's just...do what they say until they believe us."

John laughed. "Believe what? That you're Spider-Man."

"That's the plan." he replied.

The one officer to his cue and placed Jordan's hands behind her back, slapping a pair of cuffs on, and securing them tightly.

"Hey, hey! Easy with her!" Spider-Man warned. The guard then did the same to him, though he was a little rougher with Spider-Man. He didn't care--he could snap those things off in a heartbeat. But it would be bad to do that right now...he needed to get them on his side to help return him home.

"Okay. Now that we're handcuffed...where to?"

The two remaining officers stashed their weapons and grabbed them by the arm. They marched them down the hall and into the elevator, which headed for lower-than-ground floor. Spider-Man enjoyed the elevator music. "So...what's your name?"

No one replied.

"Well...there's one failed attempt for civil conversation..."

"Spidey, just shut it. Once we're in the holding room they'll listen." Jordan said.

"I hope, or I'll be stuck here for a while."

"Yeah..." her voice trailed off and she instead watched the number of the descending floors. Three...two...one...lower than one...

The doors opened and they were pushed inside. They saw a security desk with a wide-eyed officer, a few others talking in small groups, and then, of course, the holding room. Spider-Man and Jordan each took a seat on the metal chairs and were left alone for a very long time. Jordan seemed worried, even though Spider-Man kept insisting that he'd sweet-talk them out of this mess.

When the door opened the weaponless guard from before and one other short, portly man entered with stern eyes. Each seemed balder and fatter than the other--Spider-Man assumed it was the donuts. They eyed them suspiciously, talked quietly amongst themselves, and then went back to eyeing them. Spider-Man had thought of a wisecrack, but let it pass unsaid as it would most likely not start off the conversation well.

"So...Spider-Man, huh?" the guard from before asked.

"Yep. The one and only."

"How'd you get in this building?"

"The truth? I climbed through the window." Spider-Man stated plainly.

The fat police officer raised his brow. "It was on the fifth floor."

"Yep."

"Right. Well. Mind answering some questions for us?" the short man asked.

He nodded, "Sure."

"Name?"

"Peter Benjamin Parker, slash, Spider-Man."

"Date of birth?" he asked.

"May 1st, 1991 in Forrest Hills, Queens. Parents: Richard and Mary Parker, both deceased. Known relatives: Uncle Ben Parker, deceased, and Aunt May Parker--alive and kicking. Want more? Okay then! Occupation: high school student, freelance photographer, part time hero. Weight: 165--though its mostly my butt. Height: about 5 foot 10. Hair: brown. Eyes: Hazel. A beautiful color, if I do say so myself--"

"What are you trying to do, kid?" the one officer asked.

"Me? Just trying to show you that I'm telling the truth."

"Oh yeah, wise guy?"

"Wise guy...ha...no one's ever called me that before. That really stings..." he replied sarcastically.

"Enough of this!" Jordan shouted. "Look--we are telling the truth. We wouldn't waste your time--our time! Why would we make this up? It happened, it's real, and it's about time that someone believed us!"

"What you want us to believe is crazy, miss..."

"You don't think we know that?" Spider-Man asked. "Madam Web is the definition of crazy."

"Please, officers. We came all this way, did all this research. Just give him a chance! He needs to go home." Jordan told them. "He just needs someone to believe him. Like me."

"I don't know. This entire thing is some sort of plot--"

"Plot? Plot to do what? Steal all of Marvels pretty little comics? Dude, I seriously can't believe this! Are people always like this?"

Jordan gave a sad nod.

He threw his head back and broke the handcuffs unintentionally. He brought his arms back around to the front and displayed his broken hand restraints. "Oops. Sorry--I stretched too far. Wanna slap another pair on me, buddy?"

Their faces were in shock. "You--you snapped it?--in half?"

"I told you," he said. "I'm Spider-Man."

A/N: Here I would like to state that I don't know how security in the real Marvel building works--and it's just a reminder that all characters are fictional. Also, I do not know the date of Peter Parker's birthday. I think I remember reading May 1st, so I put that down. If anyone does know it, slap it in alongside one of your lovely reviews.