Spider-Man stood up, dizzier than the time he puked on the Cyclone at Coney Island. (Hey, he'd had four chili cheese dogs before). "So, waddidimiss?" Johnny sighed, "Even after a near-death experience, your still the same old Spidey." "That's my name, don't wear it out!" "That's a good sign," The Thing whispered to Mr. Fantastic. "He's still annoying."
"Spider-Man, I propose that we get you some medical attention." Spider-Man shook his head. "Sorry, Reeds. But M.J.'s still missing." Just then, a green figure flew above them. Before anyone could be sure as to what it was, a bundle of bombs fell onto the pier. Within a second, they exploded.
Spider-Man, Thing, Johnny and all the rest were consumed into the water. The confusion and chaos made matters worse than they really were. Spider-Man started swimming upwards, air slipping from his lungs quickly. But the falling wood from the pier made it difficult to reach the surface. Finally, Spider-Man had to punch through. He'd been buried by debris once today. He'd like to keep it that way.
Spider-Man crawled weakly to the shore. He couldn't find one member of the Fantastic Four. He was sure they were okay. But what about Johnny? He had firepowers, and, last time he checked, fire and water were worst enemies. But being a worrywart was the least of his problems. The authorities were underway, and he barely had enough energy to stand up! Oh boy.
Spider-Man could just lie there. He looked at himself. His costume was all torn up. Super-de-dooper! Oh great. I'm talking like Barney! Can I get any lower? Boy, now I'm talking to myself! Shut up! What? Oh, stop it! Jesus!
The cops surrounded Spider-Man within five minutes, informing him that he was under arrest. Super. Spider-Man had to act his way out of this one. He lifted a finger, and then slowly got up. He looked around and said, "Medic." Then he fell back down.
Spider-Man pretended to be unconscious as they carried him into an ambulance. They covered his cuts up and cleaned them. That felt nice. It stung a lot, but it felt nice. Once Spider-Man was all-well, a paramedic went to un-cover his face. Spider-Man grabbed the hand near his mask. "That wouldn't be nice, would it?" He flung the man forward by his wrist out of the open ambulance door. Spider-Man knew he had hurt the man. But he didn't care. The love of his life was missing. He got out of the car, with all eyes on him, and dusted his hands together. "Now," He announced to all of the awe-stricken officers and paramedics. "I need to speak to the head cops. NOW!" They could tell when he's angry. And when a guy that can drop kick you a mile is angry, you give him what he wants. Even if he's public enemy number one.
A police chief came over to him, along with some of his best officers. "Y-yes, Mr. Man?" Ooh, Spider-Man thought. They're calling me 'mister'. "Chief." Spider-Man greeted. "What is all this, Spider-Man? Throwing workers out of cars, yelling at my men? Not your style, I daresay." "Daresay? Daresay! Shut your trap, copper! All this time you've been after me, and you cant see what the 'f is going on here!" The chief huffed. "Obviously not. So why don't you enlighten us?" Spider-Man moaned to himself. Idiots.
"The Green Goblin has kidnapped someone-a girl- named Mary Jane Watson. He's done it for reasons beyond me. Not for cash, that's for sure. Just to make my head spin till it falls off. Now I don't know where he is, or the Fantastic Four." "The FF has been located, Spider-Man. They're waiting for you at the hover car. You washed away from them before. Shall I transport you, then talk about your sentence?" Spider-Man bent down, picked up some sand, and threw it on the chief. They just stood there, looking at each other. Spider-Man started running down the beach as the chief ordered to open fire. Spider-Man hustled down the beach like he was on Bay Watch, but with a boatload of bullets chasing after him. Wow. That was a lot of bullets. "I'll get you, Spider-Man!" The chief yelled. Aw, still sore about the old sand-on-the-uniform gag. Typical these people had no sense of humor.
Spider-Man's spider-sense went berserk! Well, if bullets were aiming at you right and left, I'm sure your mind would be screaming, "GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE!" too. Spider-Man's spider-sense did that, too, along with warning him of danger that was to happen in the future. Why didn't it tell him the cops were gonna shoot at him earlier? Now he wished he were physic, like that chick Raven on Disney Channel. That'd be a cool super power. Spider-Man realized he was daydreaming. And when you're running or your life and daydreaming at the same time, you're likely to be shot. Dead.
Finally, he thought. I'm out of range of those horrible lead machines. Great! Now I'm talking like Aunt May! And now I'm talking to myself! I should just stop it now! But, its perfectly normal for people to talk to themselves, right? I mean, to figure stuff out and all. But I don't know. Because if people do talk to themselves, I can't hear them. Wow. I talked to myself for a whole paragraph! Rock on!
Spider-Man shouted "Boo-yah, Baby!" As the Fantasti-Car came into view. He ran up to them, smiling under his mask. "Guys! Are you all okay?" He said in a huff as he slowed down to a stop. "Yeah, fine. You?" "Great, J-Man, except the--" But he was interrupted by a gang of officers running and screaming down the shore. "Them?" The Thing asked. He nodded. "Get in the hover car, sonny. Keep your head down." Mr. Fantastic said. "Sure, Daddy-o!" He beamed as he hid under the control panel of the Fantasti-Car. "Ooh, what does this button do?" Spider-Man said, mimicking Dee-Dee from the television show Dexter's Lab. Mr. Fantastic rolled his eyes. "There is no off button on your obnoxious machine, is there?" He said, half laughing. "There is." Spider-Man informed him. "(It's out of order)."
Spider-Man shushed down when he heard Mr. Fantastic greet the squad of cops. "Hello, gentlemen. May I be of assistance?" "We've got a warrant for Spider-Man's arrest!" Phff! Spider-Man though. Typical! "Well, I assure you, my good men, he is not here. He went off in search of the Green Goblin." "Why are you after him? If he's with us, aint it clear he's a good guy?" The Thing added. "We could care less about his relations!" One officer squealed, using rapid hand motions. "What we care about is that he flung a paramedic out of an ambulance and dumped sand on the chief!" There was an awkward silence. "Okay. Carry on." Spider-Man got out onto the sand a bit later. Everyone looked at him. "Uh…" "Did you really throw a man out of his ambulance? And dump sand on the chief of police? DO YOU WANT TO BE PUBLIC ENEMY NUMBER ONE?" "Geeze, girl! Give a guy a break!"
Spider-Man plopped down on the ground. "So where could Mary Jane be?" He said rhetorically. Mr. Fantastic looked about the surroundings. "Hey, how about that building over there that had the word "GOTCHA" spray-painted in green graffiti?" Everyone got up to look. Boy, they felt stupid. "Oh man! We could have--" "Rub it in, why dontcha?" Spider-Man interrupted Johnny, as they started towards the eerie warehouse.
As they entered the door, Spider-Man let out a huge sigh of relief. "What is it?" Is friends all asked simultaneously, looking at one another. Spider-Man turned around to them in the well-light room and said joyfully, "No bombs!"