Spider-Man literally dropped from his web line and bounced off obstacles to land safely on the ground. Gunshots filled in for the screams. He hurried down the street in the direction he had heard the screams. What now, he thought. As he turned a corner, a bullet whizzed past his head. "Damn!" He exclaimed. "My spider-sense didn't even catch that one!"
Spider-Man looked down the street. Five thugs with weapons were crowded around someone. Spider-Man had already been noticed. The men held their weapons, either a gun or knife, and started walking towards Spider-Man. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good and peaceful solution," Spider-Man said. In one motion, he leaped into the air and multi-attacked the men, kicking each one. "But that's not it."
As one man with a gun got up, He spun a web to the weapon a lugged it out of his hands. Spider-Man held the gun and broke it in half. "We wouldn't want you hurting yourself, would we?" He laughed. Spider-Man webbed the thug's feet together and pulled the web line, sending him tumbling to the ground. As Spider-Man finished webbing up the thing head-to-toe, his spider-sense warned him of something, and he laughed. "You know, the funny part is your buddy doesn't know I know he's behind me." Saying that startled the man with the knife who had snuck up behind Spider-Man. Spider-Man tried to sling the knife out of his hands, but the thug leaped away and kicked down Spider-Man. He held the knife up, ready to slaughter the hero.
Spider-Man rolled to the side, avoiding impact. The knife got caught in the sidewalk crack. "Aw, did you break your little toy?" He asked. The thug backed up along with the other three. Spider-Man bent down, easily took the knife out, and bent the blade. "Damn," One of the thugs muttered. "He's strong."
Spider-Man was tired of fighting, and decided to end this little hoedown. He shot little web balls at the thugs, but did not hit them. The men stopped laughing when they saw that the web balls had clogged their guns. They dropped the instantly in fear. The one with the knife dropped it also. Spider-Man walked closer to them, and whispered, "Boo." The thugs screamed and started to run. But Spider-Man webbed their sorry asses to the ground. "Ta da!" He laughed. He took a breather and then walked near the area the thugs had been huddled around. No one was in sight. But he heard someone crying.
"Hello?" He called. "Hello? Its okay. They're gone." Spider-Man walked down an alleyway. The sound got louder. He turned around and looked down. A young girl was huddled against a dumpster, scared to death. Oh no, he thought. Not another girl.
"Hey," He said to her, kneeling down. He could see tears pour from her eyes. "It's okay, they're all gone." The girl was shaking hard. Spider-Man sat there, not sure what to do. "Come on. Let me take you home." He told her. The girl wiped a tear from her eyes and starred at him. And then, without warning, she lunged at him and welcomed herself into his arms, hysterically crying. Spider-Man picked up the girl and held her, trying to move her to his back so he could swing. "So, what's your name?" He asked the girl. "Marissa." She said faintly. "So, Marissa, how old are you?" "Thirteen." Spider-Man sighed. What was it with him and teenage girls? "Okay, wrap your arms around my neck…easy don't choke me…there you go. Hang on, okay?" The girl didn't have time to respond. Spider-Man swayed on his web lines so proudly, like he was a young Captain America. The girl, though still shaken, was having the time of her life.
"So, where do you live?" He yelled over the wind. "Me and my mom share and apartment with my Grandma," She responded. "A few blocks down." Spider-Man nodded as he swung past stories and stories of buildings. Finally, they had reached the girls' third story window. Spider-Man opened it quietly, and sneaked inside. "Don't worry. No ones home," She said, letting go of him. "Not after the fire." Spider-Man froze. "Fire?" She nodded. "Yeah. Fire. It happened yesterday." Spider-Man sat down. Oh my god. "Yeah. That fire." She said, wiping tears from her eyes, as if she knew what he was thinking. "I'm so sorry." He said at last. Marissa broke out hysterical again. "My sister," She cried. "Y-you couldn't save her." Spider-Man didn't know what to do. That girl…it was her sister…oh my fucking god.
Spider-Man held the girl in his arms. "I'm so sorry." He said soothingly over and over again. "I'm so sorry. It's okay…it'll be okay…" was all he could tell her. He felt bad leaving this teenage girl home alone, after all she'd been through. But he needed to leave. "I'm so sorry, Marissa. Your sister…" "My twin." She corrected. Spider-Man sank is head into his hands. "I've got to go." He said finally, after wetting his mask with tears. The teenager nodded, and wiped a tear of her own again. Before she opened her eyes, he was gone.
A little later, Spider-Man rammed in the window with Mary Jane looking. "God damn it!" He said, falling onto the couch. "Peter, what is it?" Mary Jane asked, looking really concerned. "I just saved a teenage girl." He said. "Another?" "Yeah, but…this girl…" He sat up and took of his mask, revealing the tears. "This girl's twin was the one in the fire." Mary Jane gasped. Tears fell from his eyes onto the floor. "God hates me, M.J. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, I can't win." Mary Jane tried to calm him down. He did. After an hour.