Spider-Man wished the Human Torch was with him; he could've made this dark and creepy stairway seem less dark, at least. Spider-Man held onto the wall, afraid some weird voodoo dude would make the stairs fall or turn them into a slide. He'd seen it on Scooby Doo once. And on Scooby Doo, anything was possible.
Spider-Man saw a spark of light up ahead. It was a torch in a holster that was attached to the wall. Spider-Man was hesitant on taking it out. Whenever the good guys take fire off the wall, it moves or something really bad happens. Spider-Man finally grabbed the torch and rolled out of the way. The wall shifted positions, and lead to another hallway. "Thank you, Indiana Jones." Spider-Man laughed, marching into the secret entrance. Spider-Man hated dark, creepy hallways more than dark, creepy stairwells, and that's saying a lot. Well, it's not really. But it's still a point. Well, maybe they're the same thing. But who cares?
Spider-Man heard an echo of footsteps coming hid way. Oh snap. Someone was coming! Spider-Man dropped the torch and leapt up onto a dark corner of the ceiling. Spider-Man couldn't believe who came round the bend. Well, actually, he could. Kraven stood beneath Spider-Man and picked up the torch on the floor. "Hmmm," he moaned to himself, stroking his chin with his free hand. "It seems we have an intruder." Spider-Man gulped silently. Ooh, they knew someone was here. Big whoop. "I shall inform the others." He said, walking back the way he came. Others. Oh. Now that was a big whoop.
Spider-Man hopped down once the cost was clear. He hated others. Why? Why did they have to get together and make things so much more difficult? Well, you can't ask for much more. But, when life does give you lemons, throw them at people. In this case, Kraven and his buddies. They'll get smacked with a whole tree of lemons. And then a truckload, if they're really on his nerves. Spider-Man followed the path Kraven had taken. It would have been a good idea to go for backup, but superheroes don't do that. Scared cops do that. But Spider-Man didn't do that.
He came to a fork; left or right. Spider-Man decided to go right, out of plain eenie-meenee-minee-mo. He opened the unlocked doors. Five huge cats, panthers and leopards, were lying down in there! As soon as they saw Spider-Man, they leaped and attacked. "Oh snap!" Spider-Man hollered as he slammed the door. He could hear the cats clash into the door, and their large claws scratching at it. Phew. Okay. Lets see what's behind door number two. Spider-Man opened the door, which didn't have any killer animals. Thank god.
There was, instead, a desk, fireplace, carpeting, decorations; like a huge manor. Pretty good for under ground. Spider-Man had a look at the desk. Hrm…Lets see. Bills, bills, jury duty, jury duty, ooh. What's this? Spider-Man picked up a letter. He checked the return address. He gasped. Wilson Fisk! Aka, the King Pin. Jesus Christmas! The King Pin? And Kraven? Together? Okay, this wasn't good, after you got past the oh my fucking god part. Spider-Man held onto the letter and checked another door. This time, it lead to a closet. And Spider-Man couldn't believe what was in it. Masks! Masks! As in masks of human beings! The Chameleon was here, too! Okay, this is when we get to the this is so mother fucking bad part.
So Kraven, Chameleon, and Kingie were all in on this together, huh? Question is…what were they all in? Spider-Man didn't have a trace or clue as to what they were planning. And that sucks really badly when its three evil super villains against one mighty hero. Three against one. This would be close. Spider-Man checked the last door, which had no guards, either. He found this surprising Then again, who would have found the entrance to this place? This room had a big table in it, also another door. And the doorknob was turning!
As any wall-crawling man would do, Spider-Man hid on the ceiling. Kraven and Chameleon walked in, discussing the fire. The fire that burnt this place down so they could create this head quarters! Spider-Man had figured that much out. They started the fire! Which means they tried to do that at the Daily Bugle. Which means they're planning something there, too! Oh boy. So much time, so little places. Wait. Strike that. Reverse it. Thank you. Ah, he loved Willy Wonka. Johnny Depp was good, but no one could match the crazy and original Gene Wilder. Great. Now he was comparing actors at a time of possible peril. Only Spidey, only Spidey.
"Kraven, old friend. The Bugle was a complete disaster!" "I know, Chameleon. The King Pin will not be pleased. Fisk is paying for all this, remember. And if he is not satisfied, there goes the operation. He wanted that building up in flames, too. Instead, the explosives just tore off the roof! " A growl filled the air, making the Chameleon jump. "Kraven! Must you keep those monsters there? Do you even have a permit for lions?" Kraven shook his head. "Panthers and Leopards, my friend. Panthers and Leopards." Sheesh, thought Spider-Man. Even I knew that! "Come. We need to meet the King Pin in a half hour. He does not take tardiness kindly." Kraven instructed, and with that they walked under Spider-Man and out of the base. Spider-Man hopped down, breathing heavily. Okay, I need to get to the Bugle. Get under it, and hopefully live long enough to celebrate Aunt May's birthday. Spider-Man found his way out of the dark maze, bumping into the big cats again, and started swinging towards J. Jonah Jameson. J.J. wouldn't be too happy with this.
And he wasn't. Even the sight of Spider-Man made him steam. The thought that a major operation was going down beneath his feet was just making him mad. And I mean the crazy way. Spider-Man thought he would have to web up a straight jacket! "Jameson, calm down! I don't know what they're planning." Jameson's face was bright red. "You! You're behind all this, aren't you?" He yelled. "Oh yeah. That's why I'm coming up here and telling you all about it." Spider-Man answered sarcastically. "How are you sure?" Jameson asked, calming down. "I found Kraven and Chameleon. They were talking all about it. I found their secret base. And, best of all, King Pin's supplying them with cash. They're meeting him now, so that's why I need to get underneath this building when no one's around." Jameson agreed, only to be able to go to report on it. Spider-Man sighed and agreed. He hated Jameson tagging along with him.
They went in the elevator together, awkwardly awaiting their arrival to the basement. "So…" Spider-Man said, sitting up on the wall. Jameson didn't answer. Exclusive, he told himself. Exclusive. Spider-Man gave another deep sigh. Only a few more floors to go. Wow, he realized. This was weird. In an elevator with one of the people who despises him most. And his mask was still on. Impressive. They walked out into the basement. It was cold, wet, and gloomy dark. But nothing that an ordinary basement wouldn't have. Spider-Man looked around. The operation should be here. He was sure of it. "You loon! Nothing's here!" Jameson wailed. Spider-Man looked past the raging man. There was a single light. Attached to the wall. "No way." Spider-Man said aloud, as he walked past Jameson and pulled the light.
The wall showing a bookcase shifted like last time, and stayed sideways to reveal a stairwell. Jameson was speechless. "Usually pulling a book doest that kind of crazy shit." Spider-Man laughed. He strolled down the stairs, and Jameson just stayed there, unsure of what to do. Once Spider-Man had gone out of vision, chills ran up Jameson's' spine. "Wait for me, damn it!" He screamed, and ran down the stairs waving his hands over his head.