It felt good to be on solid ground--and not Hellicarrier ground, but actually earth ground. Spider-Man was tempted to kiss it. But he didn't want to bend down--his back was stiff from the cold table.

"You stay in motion, get your blood pumping. The Six said there was one last place to attack. It's gonna be big."

"Thanks for reminding me," Spider-Man moaned back at the Colonel. "Any ideas where it'll be?"

"Negative."

"Swell..."

The two stood on top of the SAFE Times Square office building,the Colonel's breath visible in puffs of vapor as it entered the air. It was snowing; the start of the season's first blizzard. Spider-Man did not appreciate the fact that not only the Sinister Six were against him, but Mother Nature too. "Spider-Man," the Colonel said. "Good luck."

"Yeah. Thanks. You too."

"And, whatever happens--we know you're one of the good guys."

Spider-Man nodded and jumped off into the city without another word. He was bombarded with screams from civilians, all screaming things that sounded like one giant, "We love you, Spidey!" Spider-Man smiled under his mask. He wanted to shout back, but he didn't have the time, plus it was somewhat unprofessional. Well, since when have I ever been professional?

Suddenly a winter wind blew, piercing through Spider-Man's skin. He shivered, realizing he'd get frostbite if he didn't keep moving and keeping his heart pumping. But, before doing so, he decided to take a little detour. Detours like this were described with one cliche: Desperate times call for desperate measures.

His desperate measure? Buying coffee.

Spider-Man rarely made himself among the public, but it was cold and he was cold and he really wanted a Starbucks. He stopped at the first store he saw, a few blocks from Radio City, and popped inside. A little ring signaled his arrival as he opened the door. At first no one else paid him any mind. Then someone noticed, and their eyes went wide. Spider-Man, not anxious to get back outside to the freezing temperatures, waited on line in the pleasant, room-temperature store.

The man standing on the line next to him whispered, "Uh...are you really Spider-Man?"

Spider-Man didn't look at the man; he just keep his head straight."Yep."

"Isn't today the Day of Terror?"

"Yep."

"Shouldn't you be out stopping the Sinister Six?"

Spider-Man turned to look at the man now. "Coffee break."

As Spider-Man reached the counter and ordered a pipping-hot cup of coffee, he told the woman that he had no money. She told him she was sorry, but someone had to pay.

"Does saving the world count as anything anymore?" he asked. "Okay, hold on a second." He buzzed into his throat-mike. Deeley picked up on the other end. "Deeley! I need you to do something for me! Don't ask questions, this is a serious situation!"

"What is it?" he asked, his voice showing concern.

"What is Morgan's credit card number?"

"What?"

"Deeley!"

"Okay, okay!"

Spider-Man sniggered under his mask. He recited the card number to the woman and left the store. It was still freezing out. Spider-Man did not like freezing.

That was when Morgan buzzed in. "Spider-Man, I don't even want to ask what you wanted with my credit card number."

He swallowed a gulp of coffee. "Then don't."

"Spider-Man, we have the last location the Six are attacking."

"Where?"

"The Daily Bugle."