They were left alone to tremble and cry like little babies. But they didn't do that, even though they wanted to. Spider-Man coughed rapidly, showing his illness from the bullet hole. He needed medical attention. "I'm fine. I am fine." He assured her. But both of them knew he was lying. "Hey! You!" Kim screamed, holding Spider-Man's head in her lap (Spider-Man liked that) "He needs a doctor!" The guard ignored her. "He's dying over here!" "I'm not dying!" "Shut up!"
A guard walked over and looked at him. He was bloody, bruised and beaten-up. The three B's of battle.Spider-Man acted sicker than he really was. "Ooh! Oh! My fucking arm! Ooh!" He moaned. "He does look a bit shaken up..." "A bit?" "Okay, okay. I'll talk to the boss." "Tell your boss we're hungry, too!" She ordered. "And I need a bathroom break!" Spider-Man pointed out.
It wasn't long before Tombstone himself came marching to them. "What's going on?" He said coldly. "Spider-Man needs a hospital." "We ain't got no hospital." "Please, Tombstone! He's dying!" "I said I'm not dying!" "Shut up!" Tombstone just grunted. "Alright, Web-Head. I'll cut you's a deal. I'm letting you outta here. But you need to get the money little miss Kimmy owes to me by Saturday." "That's two days!" He objected. "You bring me fifty-thousand dollars by Saturday, or she dies. If any cops come, she dies. But I'll make it slower. And, if you try anything else funny, she dies in front of you, then you die." "Great options. What behind door number four?" He asked. Tombstone opened the door to the clear box they were in, and yanked Spider-Man out by the back of his costume. He dragged him to the door and flung him out.
Spider-Man stood there. "Kim!" He screamed. "Kim." He swung over to the Fantastic Four Head Quarters. They'd be able to help him out! Damn, he always seemed to go over there! Why did he always have to go over there? He started talking to himself along the way, holding his wound so his blood wouldn't drip on anyone (EW).
He entered through the main building, holding his wound in agony. "Please-Help!" He acted. "I-I-Need Reeds!" And he pretended to faint on the floor. The lady at the front desk dialed a number, then said, "Reeds...Spider-Man's here for you. No, you better come and get him. He's passed out on the floor." Hearing that, Spider-Man got up and dusted himself off. "That sounds like an invitation to me!" He said, walking through a hallway and up into the elevator. The lady at the front desk called again. "Reeds? Spider-Man's on his way up to see you. No, he's walking. No, we don't need a stretcher. No, we don't need the psychiatric ward."
Spider-Man waltzed into the hospital wing. "Susan Storm! Am I glad to see you!" He greeted. Sue buzzed to the rest of her team through an earpiece. "He's in the hospital wing." He said, and ran over to Spider-Man, who had helped himself to a bed. "Spider-Man, what happened?" "I was shot. And I need fifty-thousand dollars." "Have you been gambling?" She asked, starting to clean his wound. "Not me, my-well-my alter ego's-girlfriend. She's being held captive by Tombstone." Sue started to stitch up his wound now. "We can go in there, or call the police." "No! And, I quote this, 'You bring me fifty thousand dollars by Saturday, or she dies. If any cops come, she dies. But I'll make it slower. And, if you try anything else funny, she dies in front of you, then you die'." "Damn." Sue said as the rest of the team rushed in.
"Spider-Man!" "Fuck!" He screamed as The Invisible Woman finished the stitching. "Sorry!" "That hurt!" He moaned. "I'm sewing up your skin. Didja think it'd be painless?" He tugged his arm away from her and held it. "Spider-Man, what are you doing here? We're not your health plan!" The Thing groaned. "Calm down, Ben," Susan said. "He's got a huge problem on his hands!" And she explained to the rest of the team what was going on. "Okay, so we give him the fifty geeze. I mean, she does owe him it." Johnny Storm suggested. "Yeah, but what if he lies? What if he kills her?" "Spidey, calm down. We'll devise a plan. We're all here for you." Susan told him. "That's the plan right there! Spidey gives Tombstone the fifty k, we give him an earplug communicator thing like we have, so if Tombstone lied, we come and help!" The Thing displayed. They nodded. "Easiest plan I ever made." He laughed. "That's like the only plan you ever made!" The Human Torch laughed. "You little-I'm gonna pound you into dust!" "Before you lift up your arm, I suggest a little deodorant!"