Peter awoke later, unrestrained on the same floor he fell on. He rose weakly, trying to clear his head. He could hear yells and gunfire from down the hallways. He peeked outside into the hallway, where he saw a few Army and Air Force officers firing down through the window with MP-90s and M-16s. He pulled his head back in just as a bullet ricocheted off the ceiling and zipped by his head. He reached for his .44, but found he was without weapons. He patted himself down, looking for even an inkling of a weapon. He opened his vest, and, to his great relief found a small 9 millimeter Beretta. He held it close, and entered the hallway. He faced the soldiers whose backs were to him, and shot as much webbing as he could at them. He pulled them away from the window, wrapped them up, and knocked them out swiftly with a few knocks to the head from the Beretta. He grabbed one of the Air Force officer's MP-90, and the Army officer's M-16, along with a few extra clips. He disabled the rest of the weapons, and rushed off up the stairs.

He ran up about five flights before he heard another round of gunfire, this time from a lone Marine. He fired a round from the MP-90 into the Marine's leg, then knocked him out from a hit to the head from the butt of the M-16. He was really missing his heavy machine gun. He ran down the hallway, checking every room along the way. After checking all the rooms, which were completely vacant, he walked to one of the nearest phone. He picked it up, only to find it had no dial tone. So, he went over to the nearest computer, after barricading the rooms shut, and booted it up. He logged onto a Messenger and prayed Harry was at his desk.

Sure enough, the reply came through, "Hey, Peter. What's up?"

Peter typed back, "Do you know any military personnel?"

Harry responded, "Yeah, of course. I am the owner of an aerospace company, you know."

Peter typed, "Well, do have any of the numbers?"

Harry then responded, "Yeah, a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force."

Peter responded, "I need it."

Harry sent through the number, and Peter signed off. He just hoped one of the solders outside had a cell phone he could use. He went down the nearest flight of stairs, and found a floor packed with personnel. He decided it wasn't the time for stealth, so he simply fired into the crowd low. Returning fire was instantaneous. He heard a sound that was music to his ears; CLACKCLACKCLACKCLACKCLACK! He dove behind the door, which was a pretty heavy metal, but he could see that even Uzis were denting it, so he figured he wasn't safe if that heavy machine gun went off again. He fired more from both the M-16 and MP-90. Firing and holding them were difficult, as his feet were still in pretty bad shape. He watched as a few dozen soldiers dropped, but still more fired. He kept firing until the ammo in the MP-90 and M-16 were spent, then fired from his Beretta, until the clips were used. After the firing ceased, he opened his eyes. He wasn't even aware of him closing them. The floor was slick with blood. Luckily, all his shots were leg shots. However, he knew if he had hit the femoral artery on any of the soldiers, they were not going to survive. He checked all of the soldiers, and finally found a cell phone. It was from an Air Force officer with a name patch labeled "Wry" on it. He dialed the number Harry gave him. After about four rings, it picked up. "Lieutenant Colonel Neil Rivers, United States Air Force, how may I direct you?" "Lieutenant Colonel Rivers, are you aware of the situation in New York City?" Peter asked. "Yes, I am. Why?"

"Because I need some major help over here."

"Who is this?"

"Someone on your side. That's all I'm saying."

"Where are you?"

"Inside the building your General Raytheon annexed."

"What can I do to help?"

"I don't care. Anything. All's I have is the NYPD, and that isn't enough to take on half the U.S. military."

"I can contact the President, but it would take a while. I've got my hands full."

"Well dump whatever's in your hands and get some help!"

"Okay. I have an idea. Check your surrounding area around the building. About how many people are there?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little over 100."

"Find a way to get them a safe distance away."

Peter put the Lieutenant Colonel on hold and switched to the other line. He dialed the police department. "New York police department, how can I help you?" came the receptionist's voice. Do you have a chief at the old OsCorp building?"

"Yes, we do."

"Can I get his number?"

Cellular or office?"

"Cellular."

The receptionist gave Peter the number and he hung up and switched to the other line once more. He dialed the chief's number. The chief picked up immediately, "Police Chief Frank Brody."

"Get the people away from the building."

"Who is this?"

"Spider-Man. Do it!"

Peter gazed out the window, and sure enough, saw the crowd of people moving back. In front was a man with a cell phone in his hand waving the crowd back. That cell phone dropped as he looked to the sky east of the building. Peter saw the parts of the crowd running. He looked at where the Chief was looking. Outside the window, maybe a half mile away, were eight A-10s, coming in fast. Peter dropped hard just as he heard the 30mm cannons let loose, blowing everything apart, some going clear through the building. Glass and debris flew, whizzing by Peter's head. Peter ducked behind a foot inch think steel wall, and just about fainted as a massive bullet cut through it like butter, continuing through the building. Huge explosions rocked the building as the A-10s fired AGM-65 Mavericks and dropped Mk.80 GBUs into the building. Peter bolted as fast as his legs could move down the stairs. He stopped dead in his tracks as he ran right into General Raytheon. "Stop right where you are, Spider-Man!" Peter put his hands up, and turned slowly, looking right into the barrel of the General's .44 Magnum. Explosions continued to rock the building. After a few seconds of dead silence between them, the floor gave way. The General fell, just before he caught the edge of the floor, hanging above a drop of almost forty stories. Peter thought about turning away, but grabbed him and pulled him up. Peter stripped the General of his weapons, and ran up one story to the nearest window. Peter shot a glob of webbing at it, shattering it. He dove through, still clinging to the General, and fired a strand of webbing across the street to the other building, and swung over, then down onto the ground, the General screaming the whole way. He hit the ground, and threw the General into the arms of the police, before running and swinging his way back home.

Two weeks later...

"Here you go. A special dinner for a special nephew." Aunt may placed the turkey on the table. Aunt May did this after each grade report. Peter, as always, had passed all his classes with straight As. Harry was there, too. Mostly because they were having the dinner at Harry's house, since his kitchen was the only one big enough to handle Aunt May's cooking. Halfway through the meal, the phone rang. Harry's butler brought it to Harry, who answered, "Harry Osborne." Harry nodded and gave it to Peter. "It's for you." Peter swallowed the turkey in his mouth and answered. "Hello?"

"Hello, Peter."

"Who's this?"

"You know who this is," came the General's voice through the phone, as a red laser appeared on Harry's forehead.