Screaming filled the surrounding air, along with the explosion, of course. The stairways were flooded with people, and some had taken the liberty of calling the police, though they were obviously on their way already. Spider-Man didn't know what he should do; help these employees or go after whoever started this. He decided to go after someone. More to his liking. But as he prepared to leap out of there, he saw a teenage girl and her mom huddled together under a desk. This girl was about the same age as the one in the fire. Spider-Man's heart dropped. He had to help her.
Spider-Man ran over to the teenager and extended his hand. "Let me get you out of here." He said. The girl looked at her mother, and her mother nodded. She leaped into Spider-Man's arms. "Hold on." He said as he dove out of an already broken window. The teen's grasp on his costume got a whole lot tighter.
He spun a web on a building that acted like a bungee cord. He bounced around for a bit, waiting to slowly stop next to a building. To pass the time, Spider-Man began talking to her. "How ya doin?" "O-okay, sir." She trembled. "Please, call me Spidey." She blushed brightly as she almost fell off of him. That last jolt was a doozy. "I'm Meg." She said plainly. "How old are you?" He asked. "Fifteen." "Well, Meg, I suggest you hold on." Spider-Man told the girl to wrap her arms around his neck, and he hopped onto the wall and started to climb downwards. If this girl wasn't petrified, she would have thought this was really, really cool. Policemen greeted them as he landed. He handed the girl over to one of the officers. "I'm going to get your mom." He said as he spun a web line back into the roofless building.
The mother was still underneath the desk. He flipped the table over and grabbed the mother. "Hold on, ma'am!" He said as he dove out the same window as before. The older ladies usually screamed when he did that. This one was no different. As he slowed down he attached himself to the building, as he did before, and started to climb lower. A sigh of relief followed the landing. Spider-Man wasn't sure if he had joined her. As the mother and daughter reunited safely on the ground, Spider-Man couldn't help but feel sorrow. This is how the mother would have felt yesterday if he had saved that girl from the fire.
As the teenager stopped hugging her mother, she walked over to Spider-Man. "Thank you, Spidey." She said, beaming. "That's what I'm here for." He replied modestly. The girl leaned over cautiously and kissed his mask. Then she wrapped her arms around him. He had saved her life. Wow. Spider-Man pushed her away. "I need to go help those people. Maybe I'll have the pleasure of saving you again some other time." And with that, he was off.
He started carrying people by two's next. I was harder, but more progressive. And the stairwells were working as well, for those who had the misfortune of walking. Debris was falling from the broken roof now, if you could even call it broken. More like gone. He saw people give him dirty looks for standing there, or they cried in his face for help. He noticed a fire truck had its ladder coming up to get some people off. He knew Jameson would have a fit for this.
Spider-Man went to a wall and smashed it open with his fists. One big blow made a hole the size of an elephant. The ladder understood his meaning and parked up there in the huge hole. "People, one at a time!" Spider-Man said at the mob of people. He helped people onto the ladder and near the fire fighter. "Dude, you got it?" Spider-Man asked, in a hurry to get the man who did this. "Sure thing, Dude." The fire fighter said back. Ooh. He said dude. "You're cool." Spider-Man said as he leaped from that spot up out of the building through the spot the roof had been.
He couldn't find a trace or clue of anyone there. If it had been one of the Goblins, knock on wood, then the glider smoke had disappeared. He groaned. Time to question the witnesses. Cool. He crawled down the side of the building faster than Doc Ock's tentacles could get their grasp on the triennium that fueled his fusion reactor. He walked over to a police officer. "'Ello, my good man. Have any leads?" Spider-Man asked. The police officer looked surprised. "Yeah, but-" Spider-Man put his hand up. "Yeah, I know." Spider-Man analyzed the officer. He was young. Easily manipulated.
"Listen, I'm sure you've saved the world before. It all has to do with the super-hero, that's me, getting the info." The cop started to shudder. T-they- err-uh..." But he was interrupted by an older officer. "Spider-Man? What are you doing here?" "Trying to figure out who did this. I know talking to you guys isn't usually my style, but there's a first time for everything." "We can't tell you any official police business." He said, curious. "Yeah, well, technically, I am a cop. Dude, I was fucking in there! But instead of tailing the bad guy, I helped all of my nice fans out." Just then, a guy who had gotten out of the building screamed, "Menace!" Spider-Man put his hand up. "See what I mean?" The officer figured, hey, I'm retiring in a few months. And this is Spider-Man. What have I got to lose?
"There are no suspects. It was all planted bombs. So someone actually went up on the roof and put 'em there." Spider-Man sighed. Great. And the evidence exploded. "Great. No helicopters could have gone up there…it could have been a super villain…" "Or someone who used the stairwell to the roof." The old man added. "Riiiiggghhhttt." Spider-Man sighed. This was going well.
"Okay, old chap, you make me a deal. You get any info, you hand it to Peter Parker at the Daily Bugle." "Who the hells he?" "He takes my picture for the Bugle. Good friend of mine." The old man shrugged. "If I can, Spider-Man." Spider-Man thanked the two men and started to swing around, hoping his spider-sense would pick up something. He then saw the site of the fire that happened yesterday. It was all burnt down and ashy. Spider-Man decided he needed to talk with destiny.
He bought a bundle of flowers from an awe-stricken shopkeeper and walked over to the demolished building. He laid the flowers down on some burnt down rubble, and he stood there. Paying tribute. "Listen, kid," He began, talking to the teen that died there. "I'm sorry I couldn't save 'ya. I was selfish, not coming here right away. I didn't know how bad it was. I'm sorry I couldn't help 'ya. But, believe it or not, I'm taking it really hard. Personal. So, if you could help me out, I…" But he couldn't finish. He felt stupid. Talking to a burnt down building. But then, he thought he heard a response. He did. It was his spider-sense. It started to tingle, lightly at first, but then faster and faster. Something was here! Spider-Man started to search the rubble and ash. It kept on tingling. And is spider-sense never failed him before. Well, excluding that time that hooker had handcuffs and chains in her bag. That was embarrassing. Very embarrassing.
Suddenly, he noticed something .One part of this rubble was surprisingly clear. Since the roof came down. None of the earth should be showing, should it? Spider-Man ran his hand over the grass. Grass? It should have turned to flame! This isn't right. Not at all. Spider-Man kept on searching the ground until he found a small, and I mean small, metal bar deep in the earth. He pulled at it, and a small hatch opened up in the ground, revealing a hidden staircase. "Holy Shit! That's just not right!" He said, freaked out. So, like any highly trained super-hero, he went down the stairs. Too bad he wasn't highly trained.