"Professor!"
Nightcrawler appeared from thin air. The human Brie screamed as the blue dude grabbed the Professor lying beside her, closed his eyes, and vanished again, this time with the Professor. Brie smiled, relieved that the Professor was safe. But she remembered Spider-Man, and she remembered everything else.
Brie crawled around in the bushes, afraid that Electro would spot her if she stood. She kept her eyes out for Spider-Man's bright colors, but she could not find him. She felt the dirt pack itself onto her skin, and she felt her bruises bruise even more so. She tasted her own blood and could only imagine how many scrapes and cuts she had obtained from the fall. Suddenly she heard cackling, and she looked up. Electro stood right in front of her.
But wait. His back was turned. He wasn't looking at her...he was looking at something else, something before him. Brie titled her head and looked between Electro's legs. Oh God. Spider-Man.
Spider-Man's body seemed to be smoking. Parts of his costume was burned and fried. He was breathing, but very slowly and heavily, as his chest heaved up and down in desperate gasps. As he lay there it seemed that he was taking his last deep breaths, and preparing for death.
"Oh, no jokes now, Spider-Man?"
Spider-Man didn't answer. A wise choice, even if he could have managed words. Brie saw his body convulse. The pain he must have been!
"I want you to know, Spider-Man, that the blast I hit you with was purposely not meant to kill you. Because," he Electro ranted, "I wanted to enjoy it. And oh, am I gonna enjoy it."
His hand sparked. Brie's eyes widened. She acted on instinct.
Electro cried out in shock as Brie tackled him to the ground. At once the electric currents in Electro's body transfered into hers, and she started seizing with the volts. She shook, she felt like she would explode, and collapsed on the ground. Her eyes closed and did not reopen for some time after.