WELL, AFTER A REVIEW FROM ANOTHER MEMBER (YES, I DID LISTEN AND I SUPPORT
YOUR THINKING), I'VE DECIDED TO STEP IT UP A BIT. HOPE YOU ENJOY.
Peter slammed his mask onto the floor, sweating from a hard day's work. His wrists had been oozing webbing for a while now, giving him the impression his silk sacs were infected. The only relief was shooting webbing, which, since it usually disintegrates within hours, he was doing in his room. He'd just point and shoot. Once, he got so much webbing on the wall, the wall started to press in. So, he was out all day, swinging building to building, using up all his webbing. He plopped down on the E-Z chair, and flipped on the TV. "Breaking news! According to officials, a band of rogue military personnel have taken an office building hostage. We have confirmed the names of three: Colonel Raytheon of the Air Force, who seems to be the leader of the group, has issued a statement as follows, 'We will not give up this establishment unless Spider-Man shows his face to the world, or we will kill everyone in this building, and then implode it to its foundation.' Now, the others are confirmed to be Lieutenant Colonel James Saxton of the Army, and Major Lionel Hilt of the Marines." Before the reporter had stopped speaking, Peter was on his way out, swinging building to building into the horizon.
Although he had no idea what building the news was talking about, it was pretty easy to spot with all the police cars and camera crews around. As he swung up to the top of an adjacent building, he looked down to see the police looking up at him in a pleading manner. "Man, I get so tired of all this," Peter mumbled to himself. He looked at the building, which he found out it was, none other, than an old OsCorp building, now converted to a computer analyzing plant. He spied dozens of military personnel walking around inside. Then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a commotion going on inside. Two men, their insignias indicating Second Lieutenants, were struggling with a rather burly man who appeared to be in his mid- twenties. Peter thought to run in and stop it, but decided to watch for a second. Then, a man, appearing to be a Captain, pulled something out from one of the desks; an XM-29, which is only accessible to military high command, and wasn't even in service yet. With 'smart' bullets and computerized sights and firing mechanisms, it was very lethal. The Captain pointed it at the man, and just as he was about to shoot, Peter swung from the building and smashed through the window. The crash made the Captain jerk in surprise, and instead of hitting the burly man, hit one of the Second Lieutenants, instantly killing him. "What the f-!" The man's swear was cut short as Peter shot his webbing in a glob, clogging the man's mouth. The other military personnel swarmed him with another flurry of bullets, as they had done earlier. This time, Peter ducked behind a metal desk, which managed to block the bullets. He heard something land next to him, and he looked over to see an incendiary grenade lying next to him. Without thinking, he picked up the grenade and threw it out the window, where it exploded in midair, sending the police, S.W.A.T., and civilians ducking for cover. Then, he heard a very commanding voice. The kind of voice that would make you stand at attention even if you weren't military. "Cease fire, dammit! We want him alive!" All the firing stopped and everyone but Peter was standing at attention. Peter shot a glance at the window and saw the reflection of the Colonel walking toward the desk he was hiding behind. "Spider-Man, I presume. You can get up now. No one will shoot you." "Bull. As soon as I get up, every gun will be unloaded on me." The Colonel stopped walking toward him, and did an about-face. "Any magazines or tubs still in a weapon will be removed! Toss them over the desk! Expel any rounds still in the chamber!" Peter heard bullets dropping from the chambers and the clicking and snapping of all the magazines and tubs being removed from M-16s, XM-29s, Berettas, M-14s, and numerous others. Every soldier tossed the clips and tubs over the desk until dozens were lying at Peter's feet. Finally, the Colonel took out his sidearm, jettisoned the clip, and tossed it into the pile. "There. We're unarmed. Now we talk." Peter slowly and cautiously stood, and found himself face to face with Colonel Raytheon. The Colonel held out his hand, which Peter grasped uneasily. "Colonel Raytheon of the Air Force. You are?" "Spider- Man, sir," Peter said, surprising himself by saying "sir." "No, your real name, son." "You know I won't tell you that," Peter said firmly. "Tell us now, or we'll make you say it," the Colonel said, suddenly losing his friendly tone of voice. "Listen, I'd say it if it weren't a danger to anybody. Now, just go downstairs and tell the police you surrender, and we're all happy, okay?" "Lieutenant Sanders! Fire!" Peter heard a 'thwip' sound, and everything went black.
Peter slammed his mask onto the floor, sweating from a hard day's work. His wrists had been oozing webbing for a while now, giving him the impression his silk sacs were infected. The only relief was shooting webbing, which, since it usually disintegrates within hours, he was doing in his room. He'd just point and shoot. Once, he got so much webbing on the wall, the wall started to press in. So, he was out all day, swinging building to building, using up all his webbing. He plopped down on the E-Z chair, and flipped on the TV. "Breaking news! According to officials, a band of rogue military personnel have taken an office building hostage. We have confirmed the names of three: Colonel Raytheon of the Air Force, who seems to be the leader of the group, has issued a statement as follows, 'We will not give up this establishment unless Spider-Man shows his face to the world, or we will kill everyone in this building, and then implode it to its foundation.' Now, the others are confirmed to be Lieutenant Colonel James Saxton of the Army, and Major Lionel Hilt of the Marines." Before the reporter had stopped speaking, Peter was on his way out, swinging building to building into the horizon.
Although he had no idea what building the news was talking about, it was pretty easy to spot with all the police cars and camera crews around. As he swung up to the top of an adjacent building, he looked down to see the police looking up at him in a pleading manner. "Man, I get so tired of all this," Peter mumbled to himself. He looked at the building, which he found out it was, none other, than an old OsCorp building, now converted to a computer analyzing plant. He spied dozens of military personnel walking around inside. Then out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a commotion going on inside. Two men, their insignias indicating Second Lieutenants, were struggling with a rather burly man who appeared to be in his mid- twenties. Peter thought to run in and stop it, but decided to watch for a second. Then, a man, appearing to be a Captain, pulled something out from one of the desks; an XM-29, which is only accessible to military high command, and wasn't even in service yet. With 'smart' bullets and computerized sights and firing mechanisms, it was very lethal. The Captain pointed it at the man, and just as he was about to shoot, Peter swung from the building and smashed through the window. The crash made the Captain jerk in surprise, and instead of hitting the burly man, hit one of the Second Lieutenants, instantly killing him. "What the f-!" The man's swear was cut short as Peter shot his webbing in a glob, clogging the man's mouth. The other military personnel swarmed him with another flurry of bullets, as they had done earlier. This time, Peter ducked behind a metal desk, which managed to block the bullets. He heard something land next to him, and he looked over to see an incendiary grenade lying next to him. Without thinking, he picked up the grenade and threw it out the window, where it exploded in midair, sending the police, S.W.A.T., and civilians ducking for cover. Then, he heard a very commanding voice. The kind of voice that would make you stand at attention even if you weren't military. "Cease fire, dammit! We want him alive!" All the firing stopped and everyone but Peter was standing at attention. Peter shot a glance at the window and saw the reflection of the Colonel walking toward the desk he was hiding behind. "Spider-Man, I presume. You can get up now. No one will shoot you." "Bull. As soon as I get up, every gun will be unloaded on me." The Colonel stopped walking toward him, and did an about-face. "Any magazines or tubs still in a weapon will be removed! Toss them over the desk! Expel any rounds still in the chamber!" Peter heard bullets dropping from the chambers and the clicking and snapping of all the magazines and tubs being removed from M-16s, XM-29s, Berettas, M-14s, and numerous others. Every soldier tossed the clips and tubs over the desk until dozens were lying at Peter's feet. Finally, the Colonel took out his sidearm, jettisoned the clip, and tossed it into the pile. "There. We're unarmed. Now we talk." Peter slowly and cautiously stood, and found himself face to face with Colonel Raytheon. The Colonel held out his hand, which Peter grasped uneasily. "Colonel Raytheon of the Air Force. You are?" "Spider- Man, sir," Peter said, surprising himself by saying "sir." "No, your real name, son." "You know I won't tell you that," Peter said firmly. "Tell us now, or we'll make you say it," the Colonel said, suddenly losing his friendly tone of voice. "Listen, I'd say it if it weren't a danger to anybody. Now, just go downstairs and tell the police you surrender, and we're all happy, okay?" "Lieutenant Sanders! Fire!" Peter heard a 'thwip' sound, and everything went black.