ISSUE v
THE SWEET KISS OF DEATH
Shortly after the incident in the theatre, Peter took off his Spider- Man costume and called the hospital. Not only the ambulances, came, but so did the police. The ambulance immediately took M.J. and sped their way to the hospital, while Peter answered the questions of the police. They asked him what happened, and he told them that he came back from work to pick her up and he saw her lying dead on the floor. They asked him a ton of trivial questions like where did he work, what kind of car did he have, and how long they have been married. Peter told the police the truth and nothing but the truth, so they let him go.
However, when the police interrogated the ushers, they too told the truth and nothing but the truth, which was bad for Peter. Once the ushers told the police that they saw Peter run into the dressing rooms once he heard her scream, he zoomed out of the theatre and web slinged to the hospital where M.J. would stay.
Once he arrived and got out of the spider suit, he ran inside the hospital. There, once he arrived inside, he saw five doctors zooming M.J., who was lying on a rolling hospital bed, inside an emergency room.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. He ran towards the zooming bed, but one of the doctors stepped in front of him so he couldn't go into the emergency room.
"I'm sorry sir", said the doctor. "You cannot interfere with the procedure."
"BUT THAT'S MY WIFE!" yelled Peter.
"I am sorry, sir", said the doctor. "We're doing the only operation that could possibly save her life at the moment. I don't need your pleas."
"But let me at least hold her hand!" yelled Peter. He was really angry now. She might possibly pass away while they were operating on her, if she hadn't already died! He wanted to be with her the last moments she breathed.
"If you want your wife to live, you will step back", said the doctor.
"NO!" yelled Peter. Without thinking he grabbed the doctor and threw her back several feet. He ran as fast as he could to the emergency room he saw the doctors roll M.J. into, and once the door burst open, he saw five doctors all huddling around her.
"She's going into a state of shock", said a doctor.
"She's having a spasm!" yelled a doctor.
"Get me the defibrillator right now!" yelled a doctor. Suddenly, the doctor began to shock her with the strange, circular devices, but the effect on them was much worse that what began.
"She's having even more spasms!" yelled one doctor.
"I don't thing there's much more we can do", yelled another.
"NOOOOOO!" yelled Peter. They couldn't just abandon her! They had to save her! They were doctors. That was their job. They weren't supposed to just let her die! He ran up to her to try to ease her pain since the doctors weren't doing anything, and he held her hand.
"It's okay", said Peter. "I'm here." However, she didn't seem to listen, for her spasms continued.
"Step away from the patient, young man!" yelled a doctor. Peter didn't give a damn about the doctors. He stroked her forehead, hoping that it might ease her pain. However, with one final stroke, she began to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. Suddenly, a long, beeping noise came from the equipment, which signaled something to him- she was dead. Mary Jane was dead. Gone. Never to be seen again. He could never see one of her plays, run his fingers through her long, red hair, or embrace her body at the sight of her beautiful curves. She was no more.
"She's passed away, young man", said one of the doctors. "There's nothing you can do, now."
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" yelled Peter at the very utmost top of his lungs. The doctors, scared by his outburst of pain, walked away from the emergency room. Peter buried his face into her body and cried into her body. She couldn't be dead. That was impossible. Uncle Ben was brutally murdered by a car jacker. Aunt May passed away. And now Curt Connors, someone who he had considered a good friend, lied to him and destroyed his largest source of happiness? Something like that couldn't be tolerated. Something like that deserved punishment. Not a Punisher style punishment, though. A good, Spider-Man punishment, and that is no good news for anyone who stands in his way.
THE SWEET KISS OF DEATH
Shortly after the incident in the theatre, Peter took off his Spider- Man costume and called the hospital. Not only the ambulances, came, but so did the police. The ambulance immediately took M.J. and sped their way to the hospital, while Peter answered the questions of the police. They asked him what happened, and he told them that he came back from work to pick her up and he saw her lying dead on the floor. They asked him a ton of trivial questions like where did he work, what kind of car did he have, and how long they have been married. Peter told the police the truth and nothing but the truth, so they let him go.
However, when the police interrogated the ushers, they too told the truth and nothing but the truth, which was bad for Peter. Once the ushers told the police that they saw Peter run into the dressing rooms once he heard her scream, he zoomed out of the theatre and web slinged to the hospital where M.J. would stay.
Once he arrived and got out of the spider suit, he ran inside the hospital. There, once he arrived inside, he saw five doctors zooming M.J., who was lying on a rolling hospital bed, inside an emergency room.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. He ran towards the zooming bed, but one of the doctors stepped in front of him so he couldn't go into the emergency room.
"I'm sorry sir", said the doctor. "You cannot interfere with the procedure."
"BUT THAT'S MY WIFE!" yelled Peter.
"I am sorry, sir", said the doctor. "We're doing the only operation that could possibly save her life at the moment. I don't need your pleas."
"But let me at least hold her hand!" yelled Peter. He was really angry now. She might possibly pass away while they were operating on her, if she hadn't already died! He wanted to be with her the last moments she breathed.
"If you want your wife to live, you will step back", said the doctor.
"NO!" yelled Peter. Without thinking he grabbed the doctor and threw her back several feet. He ran as fast as he could to the emergency room he saw the doctors roll M.J. into, and once the door burst open, he saw five doctors all huddling around her.
"She's going into a state of shock", said a doctor.
"She's having a spasm!" yelled a doctor.
"Get me the defibrillator right now!" yelled a doctor. Suddenly, the doctor began to shock her with the strange, circular devices, but the effect on them was much worse that what began.
"She's having even more spasms!" yelled one doctor.
"I don't thing there's much more we can do", yelled another.
"NOOOOOO!" yelled Peter. They couldn't just abandon her! They had to save her! They were doctors. That was their job. They weren't supposed to just let her die! He ran up to her to try to ease her pain since the doctors weren't doing anything, and he held her hand.
"It's okay", said Peter. "I'm here." However, she didn't seem to listen, for her spasms continued.
"Step away from the patient, young man!" yelled a doctor. Peter didn't give a damn about the doctors. He stroked her forehead, hoping that it might ease her pain. However, with one final stroke, she began to gasp for air like a fish out of water.
"MARY JANE!" yelled Peter. Suddenly, a long, beeping noise came from the equipment, which signaled something to him- she was dead. Mary Jane was dead. Gone. Never to be seen again. He could never see one of her plays, run his fingers through her long, red hair, or embrace her body at the sight of her beautiful curves. She was no more.
"She's passed away, young man", said one of the doctors. "There's nothing you can do, now."
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" yelled Peter at the very utmost top of his lungs. The doctors, scared by his outburst of pain, walked away from the emergency room. Peter buried his face into her body and cried into her body. She couldn't be dead. That was impossible. Uncle Ben was brutally murdered by a car jacker. Aunt May passed away. And now Curt Connors, someone who he had considered a good friend, lied to him and destroyed his largest source of happiness? Something like that couldn't be tolerated. Something like that deserved punishment. Not a Punisher style punishment, though. A good, Spider-Man punishment, and that is no good news for anyone who stands in his way.