Chapter 11

Max took off the elastic band off his blueprints and placed the blueprints over his dining table. It was a stolen blueprint of Oscorp.

"Oscorp will pay for what they did to me." Max said to no one. "Once they see me, they will be begging for mercy. But they will get none." Max took the lid off his red texta and circled a part of the blueprint. It was the boiler room…

"All units please respond! We have police chase in progress. Car is a black BMW with dirty windows. If anyone can here this, please get to the scene!"

Harry looked down from the Empire State building rooftop. He waited until he felt a tingle in his spine. Then he leapt into action. Harry used his zoomed eyesight to get a clear look of the getaway car. He decided that he was going to attack from the front part of the car. Just before Harry hit the ground, he webbed to a nearby building and swung towards the vehicle.

After a few swings, Harry successfully landed on the hood of the car, coming face to face with the perpetrator. With all the energy Harry could gather, he punched the car's front windshield, leaving him open to the criminals.

The person in the passenger seat, who looked to be mid 30's took out a gun from his belt and shot Harry. Instead of damaging Harry, the bullet deflected off his suit and right back into the passengers head.

Harry then put his attention on the steering wheel. He slammed his arms on both of the man's hands, forcing them to break. The man screamed out loud. Harry then quickly put his right hand on the steering wheel and ripped it off with force, throwing on the road only to be crushed by the cars wheels. Harry ripped off the driver's seatbelt and webbed himself up to a skyscraper.

"P-Please!" cried the criminal while Harry was holding him over the streets on top of a tall building.

"Look I can do anything!" shouted the man. "You want money? Drugs even? You got it! Just let me go please! I have a family!" cried the man. The criminal pulled out a photo of his family. It showed a beautiful wife who looked to be late 20's with long brown hair going down to her shoulders. In front of her and the man were 3 kids. The one on the left looked to be roughly around 14. The child in the middle looked to be 7. And the child on the right looked to be 11 or 10. Harry looked at the photo then back to the criminal.

"Please let me go! I won't do anything like this again! I swear I will return the stolen money!" screamed the criminal who was almost in tears.

"Criminals don't deserve mercy. Not one percent of it." Harry replied in a menacing tone.

"W-Who are you?" asked the criminal in a scared tone.

"I'm Spider-man." Harry replied. Harry then let go of the criminal, causing him to fall off the building and down onto the streets. Dead. Harry shot a web to a nearby building and swung back in the direction of his house.

Harry shrunk his suit back to the size of a Spider and put it back inside his zip pocket. He walked into his living room to find Peter sitting down on the couch.

"Oh hey Pete." Harry said. Peter turned to Harry, then turned back to the direction of the window. The TV was on.

"I saw the news." Peter said out of the silence. He turned back to Harry, showing a frustrated and angry look.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting on the couch next to Peter.

"You didn't have to kill them." Peter said. Harry looked down. Then to the TV.

"Peter." Harry said in a calm voice. "Give me one reason why I should have spared them." Harry asked. "They were criminals..."

"That doesn't give you the right to kill them." Peter replied in a vicious tone. Peter turned to Harry. "What type of country kills their criminals?" questioned Peter.

"Uhh Bali Death row?" Harry replied sarcastically. Peter wasn't happy.

"Do you think this is a joke?!" Peter shouted standing up from the couch. "Did you see how distraught that guys wife and children looked?! They were in tears!" Peter screamed. Now Harry was angry and he too got up from the couch.

"Look Peter if YOU don't like the way I do things then I am not stopping you from walking out the door." Harry yelled. "But if you SERIOUSLY think that criminals deserve to live then you can get stuffed!" Peter glared at Harry then walked to the front door before turning around.

"Fine." Peter exclaimed. "If you don't want me then I'll just get out." Peter continued viciously. Harry looked at Peter, seeing that he was very upset.

"Look Pete." Harry was cut off with a "No" from Peter. Peter then proceeded out the door. Slamming the door shut. Harry knew that if he was to find his father. He was alone…