Armed & Dangerous Part 9

Author's Note:

Hey guys! Before you start reading this chapter, I just wanted to say a few things. First off, I seem to be getting a lot of people liking the Gwen/MJ plot line. I don't know why, but that is just a very popular plot line, which I find sort of funny because I thought my writing skills wouldn't be good enough for me to make MJ and Gwen interesting characters. I guess sex sells ;). Speaking of, I'm considering whether or not I should just make my story Rated M so I don't have to hold back on cursing and some suggestive scenes. Let me know what you guys want. Finally, this chapter is shorter than usual, but next chapter is the finale which means it'll be longer than usual, so everything evens out. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

"Well, Curt, you've managed to heal faster than most patients ever could. I'm thinking that you're free to go."

Curt smiled at Dr. Webber, who stood at the foot of his bed with a clipboard.

"When can I leave then?" asked Curt, who started to sit himself up.

"Well... you could leave today, but you run the risk of straining yourself and the stitches, which could open the wound again. Tomorrow may be the best bet..."

"No. May I call my wife? She... she's probably been worried sick, not being allowed to see me and all." he said with a tinge of pain in his voice. He missed his wife Martha so much that he could hardly stand it.

"Okay, Curtis, but you can't start right back up with your work. You need time to rest and recover."

"Curt sighed and nodded his head. "Alright."

Dr. Webber smiled and walked out of the room to check on another patient. Curt sat on the edge of his bed and stood up for the first time in a week and a half. He started to walk but found it somewhat difficult. He also noticed that he moved to the right slightly, due to the fact that his right arm didn't exist anymore and thus he couldn't swing it to keep himself balanced.

This will take some getting used to.

He walked over to the phone on the wall and dialed his number, tucking the phone in between his cheek and his shoulder. The phone rang once and his wife answered almost instantly.

"Hello?" she said, her voice quivering. "Curt?"

"Hi honey." he said simply, slightly smiling. He missed her voice so much. "I'm okay."

"What... are you... how...?"

"I don't know. The doctor said that I'm healing extremely fast compared to other people who have had limbs removed."

"So what are we going to do, Curt?" she asked. "What's happening from here on out?"

"I really don't know, Martha. I do have a plan, but you'll think I'm crazy."

He heard her gasp lightly before saying, "No. You can't."

"I'm going to try, Martha. This is finally IT! I can change the world if this works, and you know that I've been working on this for a while now. Now I actually have a reason to finish it."

That was when he heard the phone click. Martha had hung up.

Peter's alarm clock went off, causing him to groan.

Nooooo. I don't want to go to schooool.

He slammed his hand down onto the clock, causing it to breaking into hundreds of little pieces. It was after he did this that he remembered that he was on Winter Break.

Crap. Well, I guess I'm up for the day.

Slowly but surely he rose out of bed. He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms, turned on the TV, and sat down to eat. As he bit into his first spoonful and chewed, he realized that they were stale.

"Are you kidding me?" he whispered to himself. "What a waste of cereal."

He walked back into his room to grab his Spider-Man costume, thinking that he could swing to the market really quick and pick up some groceries. He stuffed his costume into his bag and walked back into the kitchen, where he found Aunt May standing there watching the news with her hands over her mouth. He walked up behind her and hugged her before saying, "Good morning, Aunt May. What's up?"

"Peter, they found that octopus man again. He's hiding in a building on the waterfront. He... he seems to be setting up some sort of machine. The police think it's a weapon."

Oh no!

"Oh wow. I've gotta go, Aunt May." he said as he rushed to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Market. We need cereal."

"Can you get some eggs, Peter?"

"Sure thing."

He rushed to the usual alley where he got changed before swinging across the Queensboro Bridge to get into Manhattan, already thinking of a plan to stop Octavius.

I don't want to hurt the guy. He's a friend of Peter Parker's.

He swung as fast as he could, following the sounds of police sirens.