Memories

"Everyone take cover!" Matt ordered immediately, his shouting only accomplishing the confusion of everyone around him.

"Matt, what the hell is…" Foggy began to hiss, before something rocketed into the courthouse, causing debris to fall to the steps. "…going on," Foggy finished as people began panicking.

Matt, desperately trying to move through the crowds, tried to pinpoint the attacker's direction. Unfortunately, the horribly loud sounds of hundreds of accelerating heartbeats and panicked screams disrupted his radar. "Damn it!" Matt said under his breath, wanting to rip his ears out.

"Matt!" Matt! Where the damn hell are you going?" Foggy called out from nowhere but Matt barely heard the weak shouts, all the sounds around him drowning it out.

Foggy, who was now lost in the panicked crowds, tried desperately to follow his law firm partner who dropped his briefcase in the confusion. Then, realizing the situation, Foggy tried searching for Wilson Fisk.

"Mr. Fisk? Mr. Fisk?" Foggy screamed, receiving no reply.

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Several police cars skidded to a halt, blocking off the intersection, a growing Spiderman observing them. A police officer emerged from one of the cars, with a megaphone and shouted, "This is the NYPD! Put your hands in the air and stay where you are!"

"Dumbass police, you never know when to stop, do you?" Spiderman asked venomously. Spiderman approached a lamppost, staring at it for a moment before gripping the base and ripping it from the ground with ease.

"Holy crap…" a police officer muttered under his breath, his gun drawn.

"I've had enough," Spiderman said, throwing the lamppost like a javelin. Police officers scurried to get out of the way, one of them, the one with the megaphone, ducking just as the lamppost pierced through his car window and out the other side. "Of you guys," Spiderman continued, approaching and pulling out a tree and chucked it at the wall of cars, slamming into another car. "Giving me this bullshit!" Spiderman finished, pulling up a mailbox.

"Open fire!" the head officer ordered and the officers let loose lead bullets as fast as their pistols could.

The shots made no effect on Spiderman, whose inhuman teeth was bearing again and was holding the mailbox over his hand with one hand. "Catch!" Spiderman said with sadistic humor, throwing the mailbox onto the car that was already pierced by the lamppost. Smiling, Spiderman approached the cars but stopped when he stepped on something. Looking down on the object he stepped on, he saw it was a newspaper, a Daily Bugle Newspaper.

"What the hell is he doing?" a police officer asked his partner, daring not to do anything to provoke Spiderman.

"I don't know…"

"J. Jonah Jameson, time I had a talk with you," Spiderman said to the newspaper, crumpling it and throwing it over his shoulder. He then leapt into the air, twice as high as he normally could heading toward his next target.

"Holy s…"

"C'mon! We gotta follow him!" one of the police officers shouted to his fellow crime fighters. The officers made for their cars, hurriedly slamming closing their doors as they entered. The officer then stared at his own car, a lamppost sticking out of it with a mailbox crushing the rooftop. "Could I get a ride?"

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Mary Jane's car came to a halt, nearly crashing into the bumper of a SUV ahead of her. Mary Jane pressed down on her steering wheel, the car honking loudly. When the car wouldn't move, Mary Jane stuck her head out the car window and gasped as she saw cars backed up for blocks, spiteful words coming from various cars.

"Damn it…Peter…" Mary Jane whispered, looking up at the strand of webs hanging from the building edges and walls. Mary Jane stared at her watch, which read 5 to 1. The webbing would start dissolving and Peter's trail would eventually disappear. In frustration, Mary Jane let her head fall on the steering wheel, a honk escaping from the car.

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"Damn it! I want full coverage of this! The two biggest events of the century and I don't have a single reporter on them!" J. Jonah Jameson called out, slamming the phone on the receiver in his office building. "Robbie! Where the hell is Parker!" Jonah yelled, the person he was screaming for entering the office at that moment.

"I called his house but the girl who picked up said he hasn't been in since yesterday!" Robbie explained frantically. The office worker was worried, his young photographer friend could have run in wit Spiderman and with him suddenly turned into a monster…Robbie just couldn't think of it.

"Where's Brock?" Jonah demanded, lighting a cigar and sticking it into his fast talking mouth.

"You fired him," Robbie said flatly, giving Jonah a look of aggravation.

"I did? Why the hell did I do that?" Jonah inquired, a look of complete ignorance on his face.

"You always were ignorant Jonah," a dark, demonic voice said from above. The two men were caught by surprise and looked up, to see Spiderman hanging on a strand of webbing, looking down on them.

"Spiderman, I…" Spiderman immediately dropped from his position and gripped Jonah's neck, lifting him into the air. Jonah gasped for breath, failing wildly in a futile attempt to escape.

Betty Brant, who was watching from outside, as well as the entire Bugle staff went into a frenzy, unwilling to face Spiderman's wrath.

"Spiderman n…" Robbie began to warn before Spiderman shut him up with webbing, muffling his protests.

"Buzz off," Spiderman told the terrified man, wo backed up against the wall, paralyzed with fear. Turning back to Jonah, "Now, let's have a little talk."

"Please don't…" Jonah began to rasp before Spiderman gripped his neck harder.

"Don't what? Kill you? After I took 2 and a half years of bullshit from you? I think not! I'm sick of you making my life so damn miserable!" Spiderman screamed at Jonah, his fangs dripping with saliva. "What the hell did I do to you? Were you mad because I wouldn't pose for a picture? Were you mad at me for trying to save the damn people of this city day and night! Tell ME!"

"I…I…" was all Jonah was able to say, feeling light headed.

"I even saved your damn son's life! Even your own! But you still torment with your stupid newspaper!" Spiderman, having enough of it, drew back his fist and attempted to knock Jonah's head clear off his head.

Spiderman got halfway with his attack before something stopped him. Feeling a wave of memories washing over him, he remembered a conversation from when he was a child.

"Whoosh! It's Superman, flying to the rescue!" A young Peter Parker narrated as he flew around his living room, a superman toy in his hand. Uncle Ben, who was reading a newspaper from his comfortable chair, looked up with a smile of amusement: kids, always with the superheroes. Peter, who looked mischievously at Uncle Ben. "Uh oh! It's Brainiac! Superman's mortal enemy!" Peter then made swooshing sound as he encircled Uncle Ben with his toy.

"C'mon Peter, give it a rest, you're too much for this old geezer," Uncle Ben complained, although he was laughing slightly.

Ignoring his uncle's complaints, "Now, Superman, attack!" Peter then began hitting Uncle Ben slightly on the head with his toy and Uncle Ben began laughing harder. After about five seconds, Peter jumped on Uncle Ben's lap, looking at the newspaper. His eyes darting left and right, they landed on the title that read: Seven Die in Bank Robbery.

Noticing what his young nephew was watching, Uncle Ben quickly closed the newspaper. "You shouldn't have seen that," Uncle Ben said as he threw the paper onto the couch.

"Uncle Ben?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Why are their such bad men in the world?"

Uncle Ben seemed at a loss for words. After taking a few moments to gather an answer for his four year old nephew, he finally said, "Well, because some people aren't raised right.

"What do you mean?" asked the naïve five year old.

"There are bad people like that because there are bad people that raised them," Uncle Ben explained.

"Would I ever do something bad, Uncle Ben?" Peter asked, worry poisoning his tone.

"Of course not, because we raised you better, right?"

"Right!" Peter said with a bright smile. "I'll be a good kid! Promise!"

"Oh god, Uncle Ben," Spiderman whispered, wishing he could cry. Spiderman's fangs disappeared and Spiderman's mass returned to normal. He then dropped Jonah to the floor, who was gasping for breath. He looked down at the floor, shocked with fear and backed up against his oak desk. When he looked up, Spiderman was gone, only hearing the sounds of sirens and cars coming to a halt…