Peter got up so fast, it slammed the table. The two had that just walked in looked terrified. "Peter!" They said. "Shut it!" He yelled. "I knew it! You're both liars! You both disgust me, you know that?" "Pete, lemme explain!" Mary Jane tried. "Oh no! You had your chance two nights ago when you were at the door at Aunt May's. But, no!" Peter stormed out of the restaurant, making sure in his mind he had paid for his meal.
Harry Osborn raced back after Peter, calling his name over a dozen times. Peter finally stopped, nearly red-faced from his rage. "Pete, I'm sorry, man! It just happened, and, I mean." Peter put his hand up in that Suddap-land-lemme-talk motion. "Its fine! Just don't expect any Christmas cards anytime soon!" "Peter! Let me explain!" "No, no. Just tell your pretty redhead babe to forget that I exist." Peter couldn't explain his emotion. He was outraged, terrified, and sad. He shook his head. He didn't need them! He didn't need anyone! Speaking of anyone, Peter went to check on Aunt May.
"Hi, Aunt May." He said, walking in with bags swaying, hitting each other. "Peter! What a nice surprise!" "I'm sorry about dinner on Friday. I got sidetracked." "Ooh, I understand. You're a busy boy." Peter laughed. "I hope you haven't had lunch yet. I brought in some grub." "Ooh. Perfect! What is it?" "Chinese." Aunt May smiled.
Peter shoved some sesame chicken into his mouth. "So, what's new?" "Nothing." "Come now, Peter. I can tell you're in dismay." "Mary Jane and Harry are…a couple." Aunt May stopped eating. "What? What about your date?" "We didn't go on one. Harry showed up before I did." "Oh, Peter. I'm so sorry." "Its okay, Aunt May," He said, taking a sip of water. "I don't need a relationship anyway." Aunt May stopped questioning him, although she had so many things to ask.
About an hour later, Spider-Man was swinging high above the city. He wanted to take his rage out on someone. An, as fate would have it, the opportunity came to him by alarm. Spider-Man heard the sound of a robbery, and he rushed to the scene. A pack of men were held up in a local jewelry store. The police were outside, which means they had hostages. Perfect. Spider-Man snooped his way over to the roof, trying to be seen. He obviously did a good job, because his stealth was used many times before. He used an air vent, as he had done many times before, and reached the ceiling through there.
Okay, he thought. There are five men, all have guns. Ten hostages. Negotiations aren't really likely. They've gotta be looking for an escape route or something. That's when the sixth member showed up from the back. "There ain't no back way out." He said. "Fuck!" Another said. Spider-Man laughed. "Hey! Watch your language!" He said, looking at a young teenager. "There are kinds in here! Oh Holy Fucking Moose Piss! There are kids in here!" Gunshots were fired, making the hostages scream and scramble. Spider-Man jolted two guns away from two men using web lines. And quickly spun them together. Two down, four to go.
He leaped off the ceiling and tackled another man. He shot his gun and it nearly missed Spider-Man. "Whoa! You better be careful!" Spider-Man said, grabbing the gun and clashing it on the man's head. "You could get hurt from that!" He got up, ready for action. "Hold it, Spider-Man!" A man said, pointing his gun at him. The other one left had the teenager and was pointing a gun to her head. Oh shit, he thought.
"Okay, okay, take it easy boys." He said. "Hey! No sudden movements, or she dies!" "Okay! I'm not going anywhere!" He said, palms up a little in the air in that peace-offering gesture. The men talked for a bit, while Spider-Man studied the girl's face. She was really quiet pretty, aside from the fact that she was hysterical and terrified. Tears were pouring down her face. She seemed about fourteen. Poor kid.
"So what now?" He asked them, as if a superior trying to teach them a lesson. "You gonna kill her? You gonna kill me? You gonna kill everyone in this damn place?" The men didn't answer. "Look, guns are cool, iight? But do you really want to spend the rest of your life in jail 'cause you murdered a teenager? Look, I'm sure you got a 'logical' reason for robbing this joint. Your mom's sick, you need a new car, your apartment rent is overdue, whatever. But is pointing a gun at a teenager's head really gonna do anything?" The man with the girl pushed her forward so that she fell into Spider-Man. Their guns fixed on both of them. "Don't move." "I ain't going anywhere!" He said calmly and coolly.
"While one of the men went to check on his companions, Spider-Man tried to comfort the girl. "So, what's 'ya name, kiddo?" "Helen." He nodded. "And what were you doing here, Helen?" "I was getting a necklace fixed that belonged to my grandma. It was a sliver heart locket." "Well, don't worry, Helen. You're gonna stay safe, all right? I've been in much worse situations. All I have to do is wait for the right time." "What is the right time?" She asked. As the man with the gun pointed on them turned his head for a second, Spider-Man pounded on him. "Run! Everyone!" He screamed at the hostages. A frenzy of people fled out the door.
"Alright, boys!" He said, leaping off of the unconscious man. He tackled one of the men, broke his gun in two on his knee, and threw the two parts onto another. He kept on thrashing the men, one by one, making sure none of them were completely aware of what was happening. Once the cops started yelling from outside, Spider-Man spun all the men together. He leaped up onto the ceiling and crawled into the air vent. The feds came in a few seconds later. Spider-Man saw from his point on the ceiling the locket that Helen had been describing. He shot a web line onto the small heart and reeled it up. "Hey!" The cop said. "Sorry, this belongs to a friend of mine!" He said, climbing up and out.
Spider-Man looked for Helen up on the roof. When he saw her, he stuck the locket to a web line and shot it next to her. She grabbed it off and held it tightly in her fist. As she out the locket to her heart, she looked at Spider-Man standing up on the rooftop. She smiled and mouthed the words "Thank You". He saluted her and swung off.
It was getting dark, and Spider-Man wanted to head in. He swung into the open window of his apartment. Just as he was about to take off his mask, Mary Jane Watson stared him in the eye.