author: Brandi Vincent
disclaimer: I love the movie and the comic books and the cartoon series that I used to watch as a kid, but I don't really own any of the characters in this besides Professor Kress and the characters I personally made up with no help what so ever. I wish I owned Spider-man and his abs though...but you know, I don't.
summary: It's Spider-man 2. Hop on and enjoy, because it's a ride you don't want to miss out on! Having adventure and the ultimate view as Spider-man the movie, follow him on his adventure to once again save the city from the grim reaper!
author's note: I loved the movie. Did you, too? It was the best! I loved it so much, I had to write a fanfic about the next movie that I think will happen. Well, it has a lot of adventure and romance between Peter and Mary Jane...and Spider-man and Mary Jane. That's funny. Weeee!!! I love Tobey Maguire! He's cute...and extremely tight!!! Dude, his moves were awesome!!! My favorite part was when he was trying to figure out how to work his spider web. That was funny. Enjoy. I did too, writing it. I don't care about reviews, because this is pretty fun to write. So write what you want about it, I don't care! Cool. LAtEr DaYs.
~~~Spider-man 2~~~
I'm full of surprises. Just not everyone knows them like I do. Who is this Spider-man? Who's under the mask? It's just my responsibility. My uncle was a father to me, and the last advice he gave to me was to take responsibilities over your powers. And I'm going to make it up to him. To my life. Let all of those idiots know who's boss; and not to hurt the people I love and care about. Hell, the people that just matter or I don't even know. Because that is my responsibility. And as long as I'm still breathing, I'm to make sure every innocent soul is, too. Why? They don't have powers as I do, so what gives me the right to overpower when they have no self defense? No. Just like Ben Parker; my uncle, he had no self defense. So I'm everybody's defense. Even if they the good people turn on me.
~~~
Peter Parker walked into his apartment door, closing it behind him. As he thought, Harry would probably be home by now.
"Harry?" He called into the empty room. Silence. "You here?" Guess not, he thought, sitting down on a stool. Harry was still in mourn of his father's death; not the cause of Peter, though. Mr. Osborn killed himself in an attempt to murder Spider-man, but in the end, it was his own fault of death. It was about one week after, and Peter was still looking for a job offer. Hopefully, he would find a photography position. Well, pictures of Spider-man in action were paying off his half of the rent, so it wasn't that bad. Or so he hoped. As he pulled off his jacket, his spider sense kicked in. Alarmed, he pulled it back on and ran to the window, pulling it fully open, prepared for action.
~~~
"Good evening, Mr. Osborn. I'm Professor Kress. I've scheduled an appointment in to have a meeting with you before, as you can tell," A tall, husky man in a long, white coat greeted Harry, allowing him to take a seat as he crossed the floor to his own desk to sit down.
"Good Evening. This is on the account of my father's death, right? Harry Parker asked, voice breaking at the though a little.
"Yes. He left a numerous amount of treasures to you from his will," Professor Kress reached out for a tan folder from his cabinet, pulling out a document. "I have been working with your father for five years; long enough for him to trust me to give this to you. He won't trust anybody else, surprisingly. So that's why you've been called down to the lab. I suppose he knew something would happen eventually, so he made a list of things to give to you. He also made it quite clear that you are to accept some of his studies; experiments or chemicals. Since you've been so brave and loyal towards him. Here, just take a look at it." He reached across the desk and handed Harry the papers, then turned to the back of him to retrieve something. Harry examined the list carefully. Well, he sure was rich now. Now he could even move into his father's manor. That was a deal he could agree to. Until he came across something more personal.
"What are these last things?" Harry looked them over. No, his father never mentioned them before. Professor Kress turned back to Harry, this time, holding a leather brown suitcase.
"Those things, are, my son, the chemicals your father has been working on these past months. He's never tested them, so careful. He thought they would be safe with you. Do not waste them. They could be hazardous." He clicked open the locks and lifted the top up, exposing more bottles than Harry could count in two minutes, all in order and placed neatly in their slots of the suitcase. Harry picked one up, tipping it side to side.
"What are they?"
"The yellow chemicals are called Razardarious. The inscription follows to make a new form on the human body as a blade. New discovery. The red chemicals are called Harventane. They make your vampire teeth longer. And the orange chemicals are of all the most powerful. They are called IT. Unknown powers that I have no clue of what so ever, but I am aware that they are of the most strongest outcome of them all when swallowed. And the rest of the colors and chemicals are unknown. But just take special care of them, they are delicate. Make sure they don't fall into the hands of the wrong person." Harry put the bottle back, looking them from up to down. They seemed harmless. But so did a teenager in blue and red spandex, so you never knew.
"Thanks." Harry said in a weak voice, clipping the suitcase close and grabbing it by the handle, not saying a word more as he left the laboratory, clutching the document in the other hand. He wished his father were here to help him out on his confusion. Yes, Spider-man would pay. Some way, some how, some day. But he would pay.
~~~
Swinging from building to building, Spider-man's agility was quite impressive. As he flung from web to web, the crowd below would 'ooh' in amazement and holler out for Spider-man. He had to make it faster. When would these crime committing idiots learn Spider-man hears all? He quickened his speed as the wind pushed past him, finally arriving to them scene. Making a clear eye shot of the scene; Mary Jane was down below from the building, in an alley. There was a man covered in black fabric, holding a rough hand to her mouth and reaching in her purse, also making sexual harassment movements. Spider-man (or known as Peter) cringed. Rapist crimes he hated the most. Especially against Mary Jane. It was all too fast, so he wasn't thinking or waiting long. He pounced from his crouching position and wait straight into action, landing graceful down on the dirty alley's ground. Mary Jane's eyes shot from the mad man and straight to Spider-man; eye's anxious and terrified. Spider-man didn't waste anymore time melting into her beauty like an idiot and flicked his wrist outwards; index finger pointed at the criminal and a white, sticky string shot from his veins, hitting the bulky man's back. In surprise, the man pulled away and smacked painfully against the other wall next to Spider-man. In a swift movement, Spider-man punched the criminal's nose in and began kicking his stomach furiously. Then, with a final movement, flung him off of his feet and sent him flailing into the fly infested large, green garbage can at the other end of the alley. And to his luck, the cover closed on the unknown man as he hit the bottom of the garbage.
Spider-man walked up to Mary Jane and grabbed her around the waist, other arm high in the air and they flew upwards, out of the alley. As Mary Jane looked dreamily into his silver, masked eyes, she realized they were now in the public park.
"I thought I told you to stay out of dark alleys?" Spider-man asked curiously, letting go of Mary Jane.
"I couldn't resist," She replied sarcastically, smiling vibrantly. "I honestly thought it was a short cut."
"Well, next time remember to take the safe, long way." He replied. And before she could thank him, he was already up in the air again, out of site from anybody's view. As though he knew it to be wrong, he liked saving her. A lot. Not the fact that she was in trouble, just to hold on to her and take her away from the problem for the best of reasons. It had been a while since the last time he saved her, so he was glad he got another chance. Hey, I'm Spider-man. I have tons of responsibilities. Doesn't mean I can't have some fun. He thought, heading to another victim that needed saving.
~~~
He talked about this before. Harry thought as he entered his apartment a little later, carrying the suitcase full of chemicals. It was something about mixing the right potions...but I forgot which ones. He set the suitcase down again, clipping it open and fiddling with some of the bottles. What would he do with these? Why in the world would his father trust him with such powerful acids like these? As he lifted some on the cases up from the suitcase to look at some other chemicals, he noticed something white at the bottom. Curious to know what it was, he picked up the last case and saw a thick, stapled stack of papers. He flipped through some of the papers, and an evil grin crossed his face. This was it. What he had to do...or if he dared to become alike his father, The Green Goblin. Norman Osborn had just given away the scientific method on becoming the ultimate demon. To destroy Spider-man. This was why...his father wasn't specifically evil; but did indeed hate the hero Spider-man. I guess he added this in once Spider-man came along...Harry thought. As he continued reading on, the door knob turned and clicked open. Harry thumbed with the papers and tucked them back away quickly, setting the cases atop of the packet.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Peter asked, looking up to the stool Harry was sitting on.
"Oh, uh, my father's friend that he used to work with called me down and gave me his will." Harry replied, turning around to face his friend.
"Really? What does it say?" By now, of course, Peter was out of his costume and back in his black jacket.
"Well, for a start, we get...my dad's house and money..." Harry tried pretending that the situation happened everyday, but he couldn't contain his happiness. He beamed broadly, as Peter let it settle in.
"Are you...kidding??" Peter shouted, pacing the floor excitedly. "Don't take this the wrong way about your father, but wow! His house?? Isn't he a millionaire??"
"Yea." Harry smiled, but then his eyes couldn't follow. The mourn still lingered about in his mind. Maybe Mary Jane won't brake up with him or any further discussions about their relationship once he tells her this. Maybe.
"I can't believe this! And I thought we were going to be in debt forever! Wow. Is that all, though?"
"Um, yea, just some other of his precious artifacts and pottery and stuff like that." Harry got up from his stool, taking his jacket swiftly and placing it on top of the suitcase. Peter probably saw or sensed it, but he didn't want to linger about topics that weren't of his business.
"Well, when do we, you know, pack up?" Peter stopped pacing and lowered his happiness to a minimal level so he wouldn't be acting like a jerk about the situation.
"I guess as soon as possible." Harry exhaled, scratching the back of his neck.
"Okay," Peter kept his jacket on as he walked away and up the stairs; towards his room. But first he had to call his aunt, to make sure she was still alright...and so she could lose her breathe again once she heard the good news.
~~~
As he packed up that night, after telling his aunt, her fainting, he stuffed all of his few sets of clothing into his suitcase. Harry was downstairs, talking on the phone. Peter didn't think much of it, but then again, Harry doesn't really talk to anybody besides Mary Jane on the phone, and then he heard his name. Alarmed or just wanting to know why Spider-man was mentioned, he back flipped for the pure fun of it and stuck his head out of the doorway. Okay, he didn't like dipping into other's conversations, but Harry was too loud to miss. And besides, it was his friend that was dating his true love (that he happened to put down for a good reason when she opened up to him...).
"-Why do you keep talking about him? In every phone call, Spider-man this and that." Harry said, a little tired of hearing the name be talked about. "Yes, you've noted that he saved you life...yea, he's a hero, but...no, I haven't saved your life yet...I think everybody knows quite well he's built...can I just talk about why I called? Okay, off of my father's will, I get the house and his money. Yea, I can't believe it either. You can come over tonight if you'd like...yea, Peter will be these. He is my roommate, after all...okay, well, then see you tonight! You do know the way to my father's, right? Okay, then great! I'll see you later! Bye. Love...you." She had already hung up by the time he said love. Well, things could be worst. After hearing all of this, Peter shut the door again, smiling. Mary Jane did have this big crush on Spider-man. Maybe just as much on Peter. But he couldn't get into a relationship, not yet. He had a responsibility. Ben Parker taught him that. He still wouldn't let him down, not now, not ever. And putting Mary Jane in just as much the amount of danger, more than she had now, that wouldn't be such a good thing. Then his Spider senses kicked in again. Trouble. Coming. He pulled off his coat and retreated into the night, disappearing from his room and climbing on his apartment's outside wall.
~~~
He was at the lab. Where his friend's father used to work before he got fired. He swung into action, pulling his spider web back into his wrists and kicking the front doors open. He ran instinctively into another room and ran inside cat-like, not making a sound. Just a few feet ahead of him, a tall, husky man in a long white coat was grabbing at his throat, choking and sputtering, as orange smoke lifted to the ceiling and around him. But another man was in the room as well. He was now running out of the room, escaping the acid smoke. Deciding the man that ran was the criminal, he ran light footed after him, pushing through the swinging doors. It was another scientist in a long white jacket, heading for a place to escape. Spider-man knew better. He pushed himself off of the ground and on top of the ceiling.
The man was just making it out to the other end, reading to push out the exit doors, when something red and blue jumped in front of him from no where.
"Where are you going?" Spider-man asked, then whipped out his spider web, hitting it on the man's middle part of the chest.
"Please, don't!" The scientist pleaded, eyes full of painful sadness and shock. "Spider-man, please, I'm not the maniac! Give me a chance!" Give me a chance. Spider-man thought, phooing that.
"I wish a lot of people were given a chance." Spider-man replied, flinging the man against the wall. "But since you seem the slightest innocent, I'll give you a chance. Explain, brainy."
"Professor K, he's gone off his nut! Hurry! He's going to get away! He'll probably turn into The Green Goblin just like Norman did! Maybe something worst." Trusting his gut and the man's good aura, he pushed off of the scientist and ran back to the main lab, to where the other professor was. Once he got there, there were no more orange chemicals of smoke lifting into the air. And there especially wasn't a man in a long white lab coat. Great. He failed. Cursing himself, Spider-man turned back to the other scientist, running quickly back down the hall. Hey, just like catching the bus... he thought, turning the corner to where the other man should have been. But he was gone as well. Who knew what this could lead to. Hopefully it would turn up later so he could just kick their assess and get it over with. But not at dinner. Wait, that's right. Dinner. I'm going to miss it, dammit! Spider-man thought, gladly, I'm done packing. He kicked the exit doors open, flying back up into the night of the city once again, waiting to see Mary Jane's face again. And hopefully Harry didn't notice his absence...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: Once more, Peter sees Mary Jane. A little uncomfortable, at that...and Harry is doing something. And the lab's professor's are to be seen, but a bit different than before...or a lot.
disclaimer: I love the movie and the comic books and the cartoon series that I used to watch as a kid, but I don't really own any of the characters in this besides Professor Kress and the characters I personally made up with no help what so ever. I wish I owned Spider-man and his abs though...but you know, I don't.
summary: It's Spider-man 2. Hop on and enjoy, because it's a ride you don't want to miss out on! Having adventure and the ultimate view as Spider-man the movie, follow him on his adventure to once again save the city from the grim reaper!
author's note: I loved the movie. Did you, too? It was the best! I loved it so much, I had to write a fanfic about the next movie that I think will happen. Well, it has a lot of adventure and romance between Peter and Mary Jane...and Spider-man and Mary Jane. That's funny. Weeee!!! I love Tobey Maguire! He's cute...and extremely tight!!! Dude, his moves were awesome!!! My favorite part was when he was trying to figure out how to work his spider web. That was funny. Enjoy. I did too, writing it. I don't care about reviews, because this is pretty fun to write. So write what you want about it, I don't care! Cool. LAtEr DaYs.
~~~Spider-man 2~~~
I'm full of surprises. Just not everyone knows them like I do. Who is this Spider-man? Who's under the mask? It's just my responsibility. My uncle was a father to me, and the last advice he gave to me was to take responsibilities over your powers. And I'm going to make it up to him. To my life. Let all of those idiots know who's boss; and not to hurt the people I love and care about. Hell, the people that just matter or I don't even know. Because that is my responsibility. And as long as I'm still breathing, I'm to make sure every innocent soul is, too. Why? They don't have powers as I do, so what gives me the right to overpower when they have no self defense? No. Just like Ben Parker; my uncle, he had no self defense. So I'm everybody's defense. Even if they the good people turn on me.
~~~
Peter Parker walked into his apartment door, closing it behind him. As he thought, Harry would probably be home by now.
"Harry?" He called into the empty room. Silence. "You here?" Guess not, he thought, sitting down on a stool. Harry was still in mourn of his father's death; not the cause of Peter, though. Mr. Osborn killed himself in an attempt to murder Spider-man, but in the end, it was his own fault of death. It was about one week after, and Peter was still looking for a job offer. Hopefully, he would find a photography position. Well, pictures of Spider-man in action were paying off his half of the rent, so it wasn't that bad. Or so he hoped. As he pulled off his jacket, his spider sense kicked in. Alarmed, he pulled it back on and ran to the window, pulling it fully open, prepared for action.
~~~
"Good evening, Mr. Osborn. I'm Professor Kress. I've scheduled an appointment in to have a meeting with you before, as you can tell," A tall, husky man in a long, white coat greeted Harry, allowing him to take a seat as he crossed the floor to his own desk to sit down.
"Good Evening. This is on the account of my father's death, right? Harry Parker asked, voice breaking at the though a little.
"Yes. He left a numerous amount of treasures to you from his will," Professor Kress reached out for a tan folder from his cabinet, pulling out a document. "I have been working with your father for five years; long enough for him to trust me to give this to you. He won't trust anybody else, surprisingly. So that's why you've been called down to the lab. I suppose he knew something would happen eventually, so he made a list of things to give to you. He also made it quite clear that you are to accept some of his studies; experiments or chemicals. Since you've been so brave and loyal towards him. Here, just take a look at it." He reached across the desk and handed Harry the papers, then turned to the back of him to retrieve something. Harry examined the list carefully. Well, he sure was rich now. Now he could even move into his father's manor. That was a deal he could agree to. Until he came across something more personal.
"What are these last things?" Harry looked them over. No, his father never mentioned them before. Professor Kress turned back to Harry, this time, holding a leather brown suitcase.
"Those things, are, my son, the chemicals your father has been working on these past months. He's never tested them, so careful. He thought they would be safe with you. Do not waste them. They could be hazardous." He clicked open the locks and lifted the top up, exposing more bottles than Harry could count in two minutes, all in order and placed neatly in their slots of the suitcase. Harry picked one up, tipping it side to side.
"What are they?"
"The yellow chemicals are called Razardarious. The inscription follows to make a new form on the human body as a blade. New discovery. The red chemicals are called Harventane. They make your vampire teeth longer. And the orange chemicals are of all the most powerful. They are called IT. Unknown powers that I have no clue of what so ever, but I am aware that they are of the most strongest outcome of them all when swallowed. And the rest of the colors and chemicals are unknown. But just take special care of them, they are delicate. Make sure they don't fall into the hands of the wrong person." Harry put the bottle back, looking them from up to down. They seemed harmless. But so did a teenager in blue and red spandex, so you never knew.
"Thanks." Harry said in a weak voice, clipping the suitcase close and grabbing it by the handle, not saying a word more as he left the laboratory, clutching the document in the other hand. He wished his father were here to help him out on his confusion. Yes, Spider-man would pay. Some way, some how, some day. But he would pay.
~~~
Swinging from building to building, Spider-man's agility was quite impressive. As he flung from web to web, the crowd below would 'ooh' in amazement and holler out for Spider-man. He had to make it faster. When would these crime committing idiots learn Spider-man hears all? He quickened his speed as the wind pushed past him, finally arriving to them scene. Making a clear eye shot of the scene; Mary Jane was down below from the building, in an alley. There was a man covered in black fabric, holding a rough hand to her mouth and reaching in her purse, also making sexual harassment movements. Spider-man (or known as Peter) cringed. Rapist crimes he hated the most. Especially against Mary Jane. It was all too fast, so he wasn't thinking or waiting long. He pounced from his crouching position and wait straight into action, landing graceful down on the dirty alley's ground. Mary Jane's eyes shot from the mad man and straight to Spider-man; eye's anxious and terrified. Spider-man didn't waste anymore time melting into her beauty like an idiot and flicked his wrist outwards; index finger pointed at the criminal and a white, sticky string shot from his veins, hitting the bulky man's back. In surprise, the man pulled away and smacked painfully against the other wall next to Spider-man. In a swift movement, Spider-man punched the criminal's nose in and began kicking his stomach furiously. Then, with a final movement, flung him off of his feet and sent him flailing into the fly infested large, green garbage can at the other end of the alley. And to his luck, the cover closed on the unknown man as he hit the bottom of the garbage.
Spider-man walked up to Mary Jane and grabbed her around the waist, other arm high in the air and they flew upwards, out of the alley. As Mary Jane looked dreamily into his silver, masked eyes, she realized they were now in the public park.
"I thought I told you to stay out of dark alleys?" Spider-man asked curiously, letting go of Mary Jane.
"I couldn't resist," She replied sarcastically, smiling vibrantly. "I honestly thought it was a short cut."
"Well, next time remember to take the safe, long way." He replied. And before she could thank him, he was already up in the air again, out of site from anybody's view. As though he knew it to be wrong, he liked saving her. A lot. Not the fact that she was in trouble, just to hold on to her and take her away from the problem for the best of reasons. It had been a while since the last time he saved her, so he was glad he got another chance. Hey, I'm Spider-man. I have tons of responsibilities. Doesn't mean I can't have some fun. He thought, heading to another victim that needed saving.
~~~
He talked about this before. Harry thought as he entered his apartment a little later, carrying the suitcase full of chemicals. It was something about mixing the right potions...but I forgot which ones. He set the suitcase down again, clipping it open and fiddling with some of the bottles. What would he do with these? Why in the world would his father trust him with such powerful acids like these? As he lifted some on the cases up from the suitcase to look at some other chemicals, he noticed something white at the bottom. Curious to know what it was, he picked up the last case and saw a thick, stapled stack of papers. He flipped through some of the papers, and an evil grin crossed his face. This was it. What he had to do...or if he dared to become alike his father, The Green Goblin. Norman Osborn had just given away the scientific method on becoming the ultimate demon. To destroy Spider-man. This was why...his father wasn't specifically evil; but did indeed hate the hero Spider-man. I guess he added this in once Spider-man came along...Harry thought. As he continued reading on, the door knob turned and clicked open. Harry thumbed with the papers and tucked them back away quickly, setting the cases atop of the packet.
"Harry, what are you doing here?" Peter asked, looking up to the stool Harry was sitting on.
"Oh, uh, my father's friend that he used to work with called me down and gave me his will." Harry replied, turning around to face his friend.
"Really? What does it say?" By now, of course, Peter was out of his costume and back in his black jacket.
"Well, for a start, we get...my dad's house and money..." Harry tried pretending that the situation happened everyday, but he couldn't contain his happiness. He beamed broadly, as Peter let it settle in.
"Are you...kidding??" Peter shouted, pacing the floor excitedly. "Don't take this the wrong way about your father, but wow! His house?? Isn't he a millionaire??"
"Yea." Harry smiled, but then his eyes couldn't follow. The mourn still lingered about in his mind. Maybe Mary Jane won't brake up with him or any further discussions about their relationship once he tells her this. Maybe.
"I can't believe this! And I thought we were going to be in debt forever! Wow. Is that all, though?"
"Um, yea, just some other of his precious artifacts and pottery and stuff like that." Harry got up from his stool, taking his jacket swiftly and placing it on top of the suitcase. Peter probably saw or sensed it, but he didn't want to linger about topics that weren't of his business.
"Well, when do we, you know, pack up?" Peter stopped pacing and lowered his happiness to a minimal level so he wouldn't be acting like a jerk about the situation.
"I guess as soon as possible." Harry exhaled, scratching the back of his neck.
"Okay," Peter kept his jacket on as he walked away and up the stairs; towards his room. But first he had to call his aunt, to make sure she was still alright...and so she could lose her breathe again once she heard the good news.
~~~
As he packed up that night, after telling his aunt, her fainting, he stuffed all of his few sets of clothing into his suitcase. Harry was downstairs, talking on the phone. Peter didn't think much of it, but then again, Harry doesn't really talk to anybody besides Mary Jane on the phone, and then he heard his name. Alarmed or just wanting to know why Spider-man was mentioned, he back flipped for the pure fun of it and stuck his head out of the doorway. Okay, he didn't like dipping into other's conversations, but Harry was too loud to miss. And besides, it was his friend that was dating his true love (that he happened to put down for a good reason when she opened up to him...).
"-Why do you keep talking about him? In every phone call, Spider-man this and that." Harry said, a little tired of hearing the name be talked about. "Yes, you've noted that he saved you life...yea, he's a hero, but...no, I haven't saved your life yet...I think everybody knows quite well he's built...can I just talk about why I called? Okay, off of my father's will, I get the house and his money. Yea, I can't believe it either. You can come over tonight if you'd like...yea, Peter will be these. He is my roommate, after all...okay, well, then see you tonight! You do know the way to my father's, right? Okay, then great! I'll see you later! Bye. Love...you." She had already hung up by the time he said love. Well, things could be worst. After hearing all of this, Peter shut the door again, smiling. Mary Jane did have this big crush on Spider-man. Maybe just as much on Peter. But he couldn't get into a relationship, not yet. He had a responsibility. Ben Parker taught him that. He still wouldn't let him down, not now, not ever. And putting Mary Jane in just as much the amount of danger, more than she had now, that wouldn't be such a good thing. Then his Spider senses kicked in again. Trouble. Coming. He pulled off his coat and retreated into the night, disappearing from his room and climbing on his apartment's outside wall.
~~~
He was at the lab. Where his friend's father used to work before he got fired. He swung into action, pulling his spider web back into his wrists and kicking the front doors open. He ran instinctively into another room and ran inside cat-like, not making a sound. Just a few feet ahead of him, a tall, husky man in a long white coat was grabbing at his throat, choking and sputtering, as orange smoke lifted to the ceiling and around him. But another man was in the room as well. He was now running out of the room, escaping the acid smoke. Deciding the man that ran was the criminal, he ran light footed after him, pushing through the swinging doors. It was another scientist in a long white jacket, heading for a place to escape. Spider-man knew better. He pushed himself off of the ground and on top of the ceiling.
The man was just making it out to the other end, reading to push out the exit doors, when something red and blue jumped in front of him from no where.
"Where are you going?" Spider-man asked, then whipped out his spider web, hitting it on the man's middle part of the chest.
"Please, don't!" The scientist pleaded, eyes full of painful sadness and shock. "Spider-man, please, I'm not the maniac! Give me a chance!" Give me a chance. Spider-man thought, phooing that.
"I wish a lot of people were given a chance." Spider-man replied, flinging the man against the wall. "But since you seem the slightest innocent, I'll give you a chance. Explain, brainy."
"Professor K, he's gone off his nut! Hurry! He's going to get away! He'll probably turn into The Green Goblin just like Norman did! Maybe something worst." Trusting his gut and the man's good aura, he pushed off of the scientist and ran back to the main lab, to where the other professor was. Once he got there, there were no more orange chemicals of smoke lifting into the air. And there especially wasn't a man in a long white lab coat. Great. He failed. Cursing himself, Spider-man turned back to the other scientist, running quickly back down the hall. Hey, just like catching the bus... he thought, turning the corner to where the other man should have been. But he was gone as well. Who knew what this could lead to. Hopefully it would turn up later so he could just kick their assess and get it over with. But not at dinner. Wait, that's right. Dinner. I'm going to miss it, dammit! Spider-man thought, gladly, I'm done packing. He kicked the exit doors open, flying back up into the night of the city once again, waiting to see Mary Jane's face again. And hopefully Harry didn't notice his absence...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: Once more, Peter sees Mary Jane. A little uncomfortable, at that...and Harry is doing something. And the lab's professor's are to be seen, but a bit different than before...or a lot.