They were left alone for a while, to sulk in defeat. I lost, he thought. I lost I lost I lost I lost I lost. He tried to lean on the wall, but his restraints wouldn't let him sit down. So, he stuck his feet to the wall. "What in god's name are we gonna do?" Spider-Man said aloud. "Don't say that! You're Spider-Man! You'll think of something, am I right?" Mary Jane snapped back. "I hope so." He replied, reaching an all time low. Spider-Man tugged at the metal restraints. Man, they were strong! The Hulk would have a hard time breaking these.
"What was there plan? Just to get at me?" He asked. "Petey, I mean, Spidey, why don't you to try something?" Spider-Man tugged his arms, but stood up again. "I can't get them out, M.J. What don't you understand?" Mary Jane thought. "Maybe not that way." She told him. Spider-Man tried turning in all different ways, but nothing helped.
Just then, The Green Goblin walked back in.
"Ooh, don't try anything funny. I've got cameras all over, you know." "What are you planning?" Spider-Man said. "Well, Websy, I suppose you'd like to know, eh? I guess I can give you that much. You see, all this time, I made you think I was after you. But it was more than that, my friend. Much more," He paced the floor, excited to tell his brilliant scheme.
"In this underground lair, I have been planning my revenge on you for some time. Then it dawned on me that I would not receive a profit by just killing you. No, indeed not. So instead, I decided to capture you, which has had a huge impact on your ego, no doubt, and get ransom for you! Then, I'll just kill you later." Spider-Man moaned. "That's got to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" "Ooh, but it'll work. Believe me, your days are numbered, Spider-Man." "If I had a quarter for every time someone told me that, I'd be rich! Well, maybe not rich, but I'd have a whole lot of quarters!" The Green Goblin rolled his eyes and left them after saying, "I am invincible, Spider-Man. Not even you can stop me this time." Spider-Man sighed once he was gone. "Finally!" Spider-Man said. "Now I can get us out of here!" "How?" Mary Jane asked. "Just watch."
Spider-Man flipped up over the restraints and stuck his feet to the wall. He was facing the restraints, with his feet up towards the ceiling. "Good!" Mary Jane exclaimed. Spider-Man twisted and turned his hands trying to squeeze his wrists free. "I've almost got it." He moaned, pulling hard to try and break free. Finally, his wrist popped out with a loud Bop sound. He unlocked the other and went to free Mary Jane. "I knew you could do it, Tiger." She said. "There's no time, Mary Jane! Get out of here now! It's too dangerous. Don't listen to anyone, hear me? Go straight home and lock all the doors and windows." She nodded and kissed him, then ran off.
Spider-Man realized security cameras had just caught all of that on tape. Damn! He walked up to the camera, looked it in the eye, and gave it the middle finger. Then he webbed up the nozzle and broke it. Now, where were the other cameras that he could flip off? He hurried down the corridor he had seen The Green Goblin go down. He couldn't wait to kick some ass.
Spider-Man stopped once he came to an elevator. He didn't have time to wait. With his super strength, he pried the doors open. "Phew, that'll be sore tomorrow." He said as he slipped through the gap in the doors, and then closed them when he was through. Okay, no way to go but up. All of a sudden, he heard a noise, like Rerrrrrrrrrrrrr, it sounded like gears. He looked up. Oh snap.
The elevator was lowering down. He could hear people yelling inside of it. Spider-Man clinged to the wall and started to climb. That was all he could do. He sucked in his gut when the elevator passed him. He sucked it in even more. He slowly climbed past the elevator and he was soon out of that tight space. He was thankful there were only two floors in this shit hole. He pried the doors open again and was in a room with a long, long table. Like a board meeting, almost. There was a big television on the wall, and papers in front of a big, black chair. He looked at the papers. Super. They held notes for his ransom, demands and exceptions. The lunatic was really gonna do it! Spider-Man took the papers and folded them into his pocket. Then, he entered another room. This was the operations booth. There were cameras and buttons and stuff like that. The geek within him had just died and went to heaven. He sat down in the big comfy chair and typed in a bunch of numbers and letters. "Password, Please" The computer said. Password? Hrm….
He typed in "Gotcha", and the computer replied, "Password denied". Oh great. What now? He tried to remember what the Goblin had told him before. "Never Dies," he typed in. Nope, that wasn't it. Wait…maybe it was easier than he thought. I mean, what was the basis of the entire plot? He was! "Spider-Man" he typed in rapidly. "Password Accepted" Said the computer, and the screen opened up. Genius, he thought. Pure genius.
He clicked on the security systems and opened up the footage of him escaping. He deleted it instantly, but not the part where he flipped them off. No, no, that would be for later. Spider-Man set up that footage of him flipping the camera off to go on the big television screen as soon as someone turned it on. Now, he thought, I've gotta get out of here.
Spider-Man opened up the papers. Luckily, one of them was a blueprint of the facility. It seemed that there was a ladder up to the streets in the next room. He got there in no time, but as he reached the first step, he heard the elevator noises again. They were coming! Spider-Man leaped from the second step onto the wall and climbed up faster than the Flash could run. The elevator reached its destination as he did. He twisted a wheel that was on the ceiling. A trap door opened. Spider-Man didn't peer through it at first; he just lunged out of there and shut the door behind him.
He was back on the streets, all right. How about in a parking lot for a bar? Spider-Man walked near a window and peered through it. It was bad news, all right. This place was definitely illegal. No doubt. Spider-Man barged through the doors, and everyone stopped what they were doing. All eyes were on him. Spider-Man marched straight up to a man in a tuxedo, who obviously worked there. He grabbed him by his tie, and in his meanest, sternest voice, told him, "All right, buddy. I've got a mission here. Let me talk to the owner, and I wont arrest every person in this place." "W-why should I care?" The man in the tux asked. Spider-Man tightened his grip and said, "Because I'll leave you in one piece." He flung the man from the tie, and he crashed into a table. People started to pile out.
He crashed through the double doors that were locked hard, and met face to face with the owner, who was sitting on a big couch, but showed a little fear. He was wearing a suit, a diamond ring, had a hat on and held a cane. Spider-Man cracked his knuckles. "We need to talk." The owner nodded. "Indeed we do. Close the doors, will you?" Spider-Man didn't move. "What for?" He asked. The man grinned an evil grin, showing some gold teeth. "So no one will hear you die."