A/N: Hi guys! Thank you for all your support and special thanks to , FanGirlForever19, Korin no Hana, and DreamCatcher06 for reviewing, favoriting or following! And guys, 120 views? That's awesome! As promised this one is longer that our last little failure. And of course, it has our lovely Peter Parker in it! I had a lot of fun with this one, and I hope you do too!

Word three: Garbage

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel characters or plots. This writing is purely for my entertainment and not for profit,

The scream of a woman a little while away woke Spider-Man from his daydreaming. Jumping into action, he shot a web out, swinging onto the brick wall of a building right above the alley where the cry had emanated from. A young woman was cornered by three guys in skullcaps and ratty clothes.

"So 'ya see doll" said the man closest to the cowering woman. "You could just gimme all your valuables," He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open. "Or else things might get a little messy. And we don't want that, do we boys?" The other two grinned and cracked their knuckles. "We don't want to hurt your pretty little face."

Peter knew this was the time to step in before anyone got hurt.

"Hey fellas! I don't know, things might just get a little messy for you!" Startled, they turned around, only for one man to get a face full of web. Yeah, things were going to get a little messy. The man went down with a screech, clawing and ripping at the web with sheer terror. The other two thugs backed away from their struggling friend, eyes turned towards the masked vigilante.

Peter launched off the building, landing right in front of the petrified thugs. He opened his mouth, about to give another witty remark when.

Splat!

Spider-Man had been hit in the head with a mushy, rotten apple. He stumbled back, not from the impact but from the shock of having garbage thrown at his face. Following the flight path of the fruit he saw the woman, chucking stuff from one of the big, industrial sized garbage cans lining the alley. She continued to throw garbage, fruit, cans, wrappers. It was kinda weird. Until an aluminum soda can hit one of the thugs on the back of the neck. Peter winced with sympathy, those things could be sharp. He knew, Flash had thrown plenty of those at him.

The woman was trying to hit the men with the slimy projectiles, not Spider-Man. But she didn't have very good aim, so plenty of trash still hit Peter. And it always seemed to be the most putrid, rotten and disgusting of the trash. Great.

Still dodging garbage here and there, he ignored the woman and turned back to the thugs. The man he had originally shot down had clawed himself free of the web and was now staring at Peter with a murderous glare on his face. He had also donned a pair of wicked brass knuckles with spikes on each knuckle.

That wasn't good.

Switchblade man pulled out another switchblade, and started to advance on Peter, a knife in each hand. The last guy started to swing a blackjack around. Clearly these thugs had experience. That also wasn't good.

Dropping down into a fighting stance, Peter swung his leg out, sweeping blackjack man's legs off the ground. He fell on his face with a thump and Peter winced. The man had fallen into his blackjack, the leather covered metal rod driving into his stomach. While Spider-Man webbed his comrade to the pavement with plenty of extra strong webbing. Switchblade man snuck behind Peter and raised his arm to stab Spider-Man in the back of the neck. But Peter was ready for it.

Whipping around he swung his fist up, knocking the knife from his hand and kicking the thug in the stomach lightly. Though using minimal force the man still flew across the alley and hit the other wall. Peter cursed himself. With his super strength, he had to be careful to not hurt anybody. One good hard punch could snap a man's spine. And Peter could never forgive himself if he killed someone, accident or not.

Webbing the man to the wall where he landed, Peter turned to the last thug who was running at him, brass knuckles glinting in the slowly dimming sunlight.

"Damn kid! I'll get you for this!" Peter let him run a little closer, then flipped over the raging man easily, landing and shooting two webs which wrapped around the man like a mummy, pinning his arms to his side. Balance lost, the man teetered and then toppled to the ground, where Peter wound his two legs together, and fastened more webs, in order to keep the thug on the ground.

The shiny brass knuckles caught the teen's eye, and he slipped them off the red-faced man, pausing to shoot a web over the guy's mouth. That thankfully stopped the string of obscenities streaming from the red faced criminal.

"Hey Karen?"

"Yes Peter?" The AI responded. Peter thought he imagined a hint of pride in Karen's voice, but that was silly. Karen was just an AI, she didn't have emotions, she wasn't human.

"Um, these knuckles are really cool, I kind of want to keep them. Can you maybe not tell Mr. Stark about that? I don't know if he wants me to have a pair of brass knuckles with spikes on them."

"Of course Peter." Peter sighed in relief, but Karen wasn't done.

"But Mr. Stark has your safety in mind, and told me to warn him if you came across anything dangerous."

"N-no, no!" Peter laugh nervously. "They're not dangerous, of course I won't use them. They, they just look cool!"

Silence continues his plead, and it seemed Karen was considering that. He decided to play the friend card.

"I just, I just wanted to show Ned cause he would think they're really cool!"

More silence. Then after a nail-biting amount of time. "Okay Peter, I won't tell Mr. Stark." Peter whooped and punched his fist in the air.

"Thanks Karen! You're the best!" He slipped them on and punched a few times at an imaginary enemy. Until someone cleared their throat behind him. It was Garbage Lady. She wiped her slimy hands on her slacks.

"Spider-Man? Aren't you going to call the authorities?" Peter slowly lowered his fist in embarrassment.

"Uh, y-yeah! Karen? Can you call the nearest police department?"

"Of course Peter, what do you want me to say?"

Umm, tell them that three muggers were apprehended, and could you give them the location? Also, uh, tell them that no bystanders were hurt."

"Okay, do you want me to say the message was sent by Spider-Man?"

"Sure, I guess." A box popped up on his visor saying Message Sent. Peter grinned, his job done. He turned to Garbage Lady.

"Are you alright ma'am?"

She just stared at him.

"Ma'am?"

His louder question snapped her out of her gaze. Instead of answering the question she just pointed to him and said.

"You're covered in trash." Peter blushed as he looked down and realized that his entire costume was covered in rotten goo. She wrinkled her nose. "And you smell too." He sniffed the air and winced. His enhanced senses picking up the smell quite well even through the mask. Just wait till he got home. Trying to explain this to Aunt May would be…

It would be fun alright.

Peter was kind of peeved though. Who's fault was it that he was covered in garbage? Garbage Lady. He looked up to find that same lady walking off, wiping her hand with a baby wipe.

Still annoyed, Peter just called out. "You're welcome!" The lady just kept walking.

Peter sighed and leapt up onto the brick wall, crawling to the top of the building. Before he could shoot a web to the next building, some flashing text showed up on his visor screen.

WARNING: LOW WEB FLUID

Peter sighed and checked his levels. He should have enough to get home. Shooting a web onto the next building, he started to swing across Queens. Until his web fluid ran out. In mid air, Peter shot his next web, only to have a measly two foot strand squirt out and start floating downwards. It was then that Peter remembered about gravity. He was four stories above the ground, and he was falling fast. Peter yelled, arms and legs flailing. Even with his enhanced durability, falling at this height would hurt. He didn't want to become a Spider-man shaped grease spot on the sidewalk.

Floomf.

Thankfully Peter had landed on something black and soft. He had landed on garbage bags. Unfortunately, those shiny lifesavers had also split open, showering Spider-Man with more putrid trash.

Wasn't today a lucky day.

Now Spider-Man had to walk home. And explain to Aunt May why he way covered from head to toe in fish guts and potato peels.

A/N: Yay! I had loads of fun writing this one! I actually finished this one in one sitting! (aka: one very long car ride. In fact, I actually got two done just on the ride up!)

Now onto a more serious topic: language. Specifically foul language. I do not like to curse. I try to avoid cursing as much as possible in my stories. But! There are sometimes that cursing is necessary to add the tone I want. However, when there is cursing I will try to keep it on the mellower side, okay? Sorry for this huge mouthful of words, it's just something I had to get across.

Sooo…

Yeah.

Bye!