Chapter 6
A young woman jogger was taking a job through the park that warm spring morning. She had her earphones covering her ears, listening to her favorite classical composer. She was whistling the tune to herself when a man ran past her and grabbed her by the arms and began pulling her towards the bushes. She screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to fight free from his grip.
A web line came out of nowhere and connected to the rapist's shoulder. He soon found himself pulled upward and dangling over the ground. "Lem'me go!" he screamed.
Landing on the ground was Spider-Man who fired web lines and formed a cocoon around the attacker.
The young lady, brushed herself off and tried to regain composure. "Thank you," She huffed.
"Hey Spider-Man, say cheese?" a voice said out of nowhere.
Spider-Man turned and looked in the direction of the voice who called out to him to see Eddie Brock with a camera up in front of his face. The camera's flash went off and Eddie lowered the camera and waved towards Spider-Man.
* * * *
The glass doors of the New York National Bank came crashing open and a masked man stormed in holding two machine guns, one in each hand. He pointed them upward and fired both guns into the roofs. Everyone screamed in horror as most of the people immediately dropped to the ground. The robber laughed as he lowered his gun. "Everybody down! Give me all your money!"
Suddenly a window high above the ground shattered and in swung Spider-Man who landed on the marble floor. He pointed his wrists towards the robber and fired two web lines which connected to the guns. With a hard yank on both web lines, both machine guns were ripped out of his hands and went sliding by Spider-Man. The man stood there stunned as Spider-Man jumped forward, and flipped in mid air only to land on his hands and feet. He twisted his wrists and fired web lines at the robber's boots and with a tug, he fell onto his back.
He had no time to get back up before he was being pinned down by strips of web line across his chest. People began to rise when they realized the danger was over. When Spider-Man realized everyone was getting to their feet, he prepared to leave until he heard someone call out. "Thank you for saving us, Spider-Man!"
He turned to see Eddie Brock once again with his camera, and the flash of his camera blinding him for the split second.
* * * *
The state fair was in town, and it was full of families seeking for a fun time. There were rides, games, and attractions. Like always, the popular ride was the gigantic Ferris Wheel.
A young boy and his sister sat in one of the cars waving down at their parents on the ground. "Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!" Both kids were jumping up and down in the center of the car.
Suddenly, the car began to creek as the wheel came to a halt. The car slipped off it's hinges and began dangling by it's metal rope which was half way snapped. The two children feel to the floor, embracing the metal pole in the middle of the car, crying in fright.
"My babies!" The mother screamed from on the ground. People were gathered around watching with intensity.
The rope snapped and the car came falling down towards the ground. Everyone began to scream as it fell down the side of the Ferris wheel. The car was ten feet from coming crashing down until it stopped in mid air. Everyone looked up and saw Spider-Man hanging onto a web line with his right hand and holding a web line that connected to car with his left hand.
Everyone began to cheer as Spider-Man lowered the car safely to the ground. As soon as the car touched the ground, there were maintenance people there to help get the children out.
Before Spider-Man could even disconnect the web line from his left wrist, a camera flash went off and standing there once again was Eddie Brock with a giant grin on his face.
* * * *
"I feel like I have a stalker or something," Peter said prancing the living room floor to his own apartment. Mary Jane was sitting on the couch, watching Peter prance around the room. "He's always there at the right place at the right time. How is he doing it? He's making me, Peter Parker, look like a fool!"
"It is a little odd, but I don't think you have to worry about him," she said, trying to calm him down. "Besides, maybe this is somewhat of a blessing in disguise."
"How So?" Peter stopped prancing and looked at Mary Jane. He had to remind himself that he did not tell her about his threat and that he was put on a two week hiatus, which he was four days into.
"You are always there in the right place at the right time to take Spider-Man's picture. Well obviously that's because you are Spider-Man. Before long, people would eventually get suspicious about how you keep on getting Spider-Man pictures day after day, week after week, and month after month. This Eddie Brock has found a way to do the same, and now the spotlight is off of you for once. Now, no one will fall into suspicion that you are Spider-Man."
"I never thought about it that way," Peter admitted. He smiled and sat down next to Mary Jane. "Here I am rambling on about my problem, and you are having bigger problems than myself."
"Well, things maybe looking up for me on my end. I've been waiting to tell you this all day," Mary Jane fidgeted in her seat excitedly. "I got a call today from Alfred Donsuit, the director of my old play, and since this play died in the fire, he has highly recommended me to another director who is casting an off-Broadway play."
"Really?" Peter said with a pleasant smile on his. "Well, that's great MJ! When is the tryouts?"
"In two weeks," Mary Jane replied. "I'm so excited Peter, I was so afraid my dream of being an actress was going to die in the fire, but it's still alive."
"I'm happy for you," Peter said as he reached over and grabbed her hand. "Let's go celebrate, my treat."
"We haven't gone out on a date in ages. Are sure you don't have an exam to study for?"
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing important. I want to spend some time with you. I'm sorry I've been so busy and have been neglecting our relationship. I want to start making it up tonight, by treating you to dinner." Peter said, jumping to his feet. Still holding her hand, he gently pulled her up to her feet.
"I think it's a wonderful idea! What are we waiting for?"
A young woman jogger was taking a job through the park that warm spring morning. She had her earphones covering her ears, listening to her favorite classical composer. She was whistling the tune to herself when a man ran past her and grabbed her by the arms and began pulling her towards the bushes. She screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to fight free from his grip.
A web line came out of nowhere and connected to the rapist's shoulder. He soon found himself pulled upward and dangling over the ground. "Lem'me go!" he screamed.
Landing on the ground was Spider-Man who fired web lines and formed a cocoon around the attacker.
The young lady, brushed herself off and tried to regain composure. "Thank you," She huffed.
"Hey Spider-Man, say cheese?" a voice said out of nowhere.
Spider-Man turned and looked in the direction of the voice who called out to him to see Eddie Brock with a camera up in front of his face. The camera's flash went off and Eddie lowered the camera and waved towards Spider-Man.
* * * *
The glass doors of the New York National Bank came crashing open and a masked man stormed in holding two machine guns, one in each hand. He pointed them upward and fired both guns into the roofs. Everyone screamed in horror as most of the people immediately dropped to the ground. The robber laughed as he lowered his gun. "Everybody down! Give me all your money!"
Suddenly a window high above the ground shattered and in swung Spider-Man who landed on the marble floor. He pointed his wrists towards the robber and fired two web lines which connected to the guns. With a hard yank on both web lines, both machine guns were ripped out of his hands and went sliding by Spider-Man. The man stood there stunned as Spider-Man jumped forward, and flipped in mid air only to land on his hands and feet. He twisted his wrists and fired web lines at the robber's boots and with a tug, he fell onto his back.
He had no time to get back up before he was being pinned down by strips of web line across his chest. People began to rise when they realized the danger was over. When Spider-Man realized everyone was getting to their feet, he prepared to leave until he heard someone call out. "Thank you for saving us, Spider-Man!"
He turned to see Eddie Brock once again with his camera, and the flash of his camera blinding him for the split second.
* * * *
The state fair was in town, and it was full of families seeking for a fun time. There were rides, games, and attractions. Like always, the popular ride was the gigantic Ferris Wheel.
A young boy and his sister sat in one of the cars waving down at their parents on the ground. "Hi Mommy! Hi Daddy!" Both kids were jumping up and down in the center of the car.
Suddenly, the car began to creek as the wheel came to a halt. The car slipped off it's hinges and began dangling by it's metal rope which was half way snapped. The two children feel to the floor, embracing the metal pole in the middle of the car, crying in fright.
"My babies!" The mother screamed from on the ground. People were gathered around watching with intensity.
The rope snapped and the car came falling down towards the ground. Everyone began to scream as it fell down the side of the Ferris wheel. The car was ten feet from coming crashing down until it stopped in mid air. Everyone looked up and saw Spider-Man hanging onto a web line with his right hand and holding a web line that connected to car with his left hand.
Everyone began to cheer as Spider-Man lowered the car safely to the ground. As soon as the car touched the ground, there were maintenance people there to help get the children out.
Before Spider-Man could even disconnect the web line from his left wrist, a camera flash went off and standing there once again was Eddie Brock with a giant grin on his face.
* * * *
"I feel like I have a stalker or something," Peter said prancing the living room floor to his own apartment. Mary Jane was sitting on the couch, watching Peter prance around the room. "He's always there at the right place at the right time. How is he doing it? He's making me, Peter Parker, look like a fool!"
"It is a little odd, but I don't think you have to worry about him," she said, trying to calm him down. "Besides, maybe this is somewhat of a blessing in disguise."
"How So?" Peter stopped prancing and looked at Mary Jane. He had to remind himself that he did not tell her about his threat and that he was put on a two week hiatus, which he was four days into.
"You are always there in the right place at the right time to take Spider-Man's picture. Well obviously that's because you are Spider-Man. Before long, people would eventually get suspicious about how you keep on getting Spider-Man pictures day after day, week after week, and month after month. This Eddie Brock has found a way to do the same, and now the spotlight is off of you for once. Now, no one will fall into suspicion that you are Spider-Man."
"I never thought about it that way," Peter admitted. He smiled and sat down next to Mary Jane. "Here I am rambling on about my problem, and you are having bigger problems than myself."
"Well, things maybe looking up for me on my end. I've been waiting to tell you this all day," Mary Jane fidgeted in her seat excitedly. "I got a call today from Alfred Donsuit, the director of my old play, and since this play died in the fire, he has highly recommended me to another director who is casting an off-Broadway play."
"Really?" Peter said with a pleasant smile on his. "Well, that's great MJ! When is the tryouts?"
"In two weeks," Mary Jane replied. "I'm so excited Peter, I was so afraid my dream of being an actress was going to die in the fire, but it's still alive."
"I'm happy for you," Peter said as he reached over and grabbed her hand. "Let's go celebrate, my treat."
"We haven't gone out on a date in ages. Are sure you don't have an exam to study for?"
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing important. I want to spend some time with you. I'm sorry I've been so busy and have been neglecting our relationship. I want to start making it up tonight, by treating you to dinner." Peter said, jumping to his feet. Still holding her hand, he gently pulled her up to her feet.
"I think it's a wonderful idea! What are we waiting for?"