People were shocked. They saw him standing there, not doing anything. Why didn't he follow the police cars? Why didn't he go help? Why didn't he do anything?

"Just like Jameson says," Spider-Man shouted down at the people who were calling him. "I'm a glory-hogging, selfish menace who doesn't do any of the good things that I say I do."

And he swung away, his black suit picking up speed. Yes…yes! He was in control! And it was time to show the world exactly what a glory-hogging, selfish menace of a Spider-Man looked like. Hey, it's what the city had wanted all this time. Why not give them what they asked for?

Spider-Man started swinging to no where of particular interest. He did not go on a patrol route; he did not go to check on the city he protected. He did not hear Uncle Ben repeating the word "responsibly" over and over again in his head. He didn't hear anything but his own heart beat, and his own desires. And he started swinging to wherever the hell he wanted to swing.

Suddenly Spider-Man saw a pillar of smoke rise from the skyline. Was that where the police cars were going? People could burn! He had to…no. No, Spider-Man had made a decision. He was going to be selfish now. That was what he had told himself.

Stop your crap, Webhead! Go save the city! It's what you know is right! Screamed a voice in side of him. It was the voice of his red and blue trademark tights.

But they don't know its right. They'll blame you. Said a deeper voice, the voice of his black suit.

Spider-Man watched the smoke rise, and then he nodded. "You're right," he said to himself. "They would blame me."

"Spidey!" someone screamed his name. Spider-Man looked around. It was the Human Torch. He was on fire, flying over the smoking building. "Spidey! It's good to see you're out and about again! What's with the black suit?"

"Storm," Spider-Man greeted. He didn't say anything else, and then he went to swing away.

"Wait! The fire is that way!"

"I know."

"What does that mean?"

"You wouldn't understand. You're Pretty-Boy Johnny Storm! Everyone loves you. But they don't love me, they don't trust me. So I'm listening to them. I'm not helping them anymore."

"That just means you're going to prove them right!" said the hovering flaming man.

"Yeah," Spider-Man said, excitement in his voice. "They never expected me to do that, did they?" And he spun a webline and took off to take care of himself. Johnny hovered in place, amazed. Did he really just do that? Johnny didn't blink until he saw the Fantasti-Car--filled with the Thing, Mr. Fantastic, and the Invisible Woman. "Flame-for-Brains! Let's go!"

"Guys--it's Spider-Man!" the Human Torch said, turning and flying next to the hovercar.

"Oh yeah? Does he still got that supermanitis crap you were talking about?" Ben Grimm laughed.

"No. He's gone a-wall."

"Whaddaya mean?"

"I mean I just saw him! And he said that he's not gonna play hero anymore!"

Sue Storm's face was pale. "No. Spider-Man's a good guy! He always--" the she stopped. They were at the scene of the fire. She looked around, and Spider-Man was no where in sight.

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