Spider-Man spent the night at the Fantastic Four Hospital Wing, always making sure his mask was still on. He didn't sleep soundly knowing Kim was all alone and in danger. He wondered if she was thinking about him. Or, maybe, she was thinking about Spider-Man. He whispered, "Don't worry. I'll be there." To Kimberly, even though she wasn't there. He as assuring himself that he could save her.
Spider-Man drifted off into dream mode. He snoozed all through the night, getting up once to piss. He was dreaming about Kim. She was alone in a dark, cold room. "Peter." "Kim." He said, running over to her. All was black around them. He couldn't see anything but himself and her. He ran towards her, moving his feet, but he didn't get any closer to her. "Peter..." She said softly, fading away as he ran and ran. "Kim! No!"
He woke up with a start, shaking. "Bad dream, Muffin?" Someone said. It was Johnny Storm. "Whadda you want, Matchstick?" "Ooh Kim! Kim!" He teased, flaming hot and bright. "Yeah, yeah. 'Flame off', will you? It's 6:00am!" Instead, he retained his fiery form. "I asked you to 'flame off'." Spider-Man said with a tone. "Spidey, we'll save her." He said, showing his unusual serious and caring side. Spider-Man just looked at him. Johnny stared through the white eyes of his mask almost as if he could see through them. "I know," Spider-Man said. "But I am allowed to worry."
That morning Sue Storm cooked up a batch of delicious pancakes, setting them in neat stacks on everyone's plate. Except she had made Johnny's stack invisible, so he sat there and watched everyone eat for a good ten minutes. Spider-Man ate so fast he choked five times. He wanted to go and save Kim. Everyone saw that. "Relax, Webs! Just slow down. We'll set up the plan later." "Plan what plan?" Spider-Man said, standing up now. "What plan, Reeds? My girl is fucking in trouble and I'm sitting here eating pancakes!" "Spidey, we know you're stressed out and worried sick. Just trust us," Sue said. He looked at her. "We know what we're doing, dear." She said. Her words somehow calmed him down, and he sat. He didn't eat though. His mouth was probably tired from chugging the food down from before.
Spider-Man felt like being alone while they devised the plan. He didn't need a plan, and he probably wouldn't listen to the one in progress. He goes with his instincts: fight dirty and make fun of the bad-guy. It's worked since he started out, hasn't it? Who needs Reeds' smarts when you've got fresh material that you make up as you go? Spider-Man sipped a cup of hot, strong coffee and stood outside on the roof. He leaned over, watching the little ants squirm about below. Sue Storm came to get him shortly.
She rubbed his back, releasing his anger and stress. "Sue?" He asked. "The money is being given by various charities that we donated to previously. We're leaving soon." "So, what's the plan?" He asked, not that he'd listen to it. "The plan is that we wait outside while you go in with the cash. All goes well, you come out with your girl. If not, buzz to us through your ear-piece. We'll send in the troops." "By troops you mean your team, right?" "Ooh, no. This is a serious offense Tombstone is making! The NYPD is behind us one-hundred percent!" "The NYPD?" "And James Jonah Jameson is coming for some odd reason," she shrugged. "I suppose he's a powerful man. He does what he likes. He'll probably write an editorial or something." "The NYPD and Jameson? They must not know I'm involved." Spider-Man said. Sue shook her head. "They do. They're just not happy you're the one going into the field. Especially Jameson!" "I couldn't image why!" Spider-Man said sarcastically as The Thing called them downstairs.
They flew off in the Fantasti-Car. They all sat down in the hovercraft, Spider-Man holding a case full of money. He opened it up once or twice to smell the money smell. He loved the money smell. Spider-Man told them where to land, and he hooked in his ear-piece. He saw the NYPD standing behind the Fantasti-Car, looking furious and showing him signs of hatred. James Jonah Jameson was staring him down, too. "Thanks for the support, guys." He said as he waltzed into the warehouse, hands full of money. He entered the warehouse, knocking first. He was curious as to why the door was not locked. Tombstone greeted him instantly. "Spider-Man. Welcome." He said, not looking at him, but the case. He grinned, showing his pointed teeth. "Let's go into the Main Room."
They walked into the Main Room, which was still full of computers. Kimberly was sitting at a desk, guns pointed to her in many different directions. "Kim!" Spider-Man said, rushing over. "Ah, ah, ah," Tombstone said, sitting him down across from Kimberly. Tombstone sat at the head of the large table, acting very important. Spider-Man spun around several times in the swivel chair without stopping until Tombstone cleared his throat.
"You have the money?" "No, I have free candy in the case." Spider-Man groaned. Tombstone rolled his eyes. "May I see it?" "Only if you take the guns off of Kim." Tombstone nodded and snapped his fingers. The guards lowered their weapons obediently. Spider-Man shoved the case to him from across the table. Tombstone counted the money, looked at it under light, and smelled it. "Ah. I love the money smell." "So, we have something in common." Spider-Man laughed. Tombstone snapped the case shut. "Okay, Webs. You didn't disappoint me. The girl can go free. But you, that's a very different story." Spider-Man didn't move.
"What kind of story?" He asked. "You're not going anywhere, Spider-Man. Oh, no. I hate you too much to let you live." "You hate me? Yay!" Spider-Man clapped. With a snap of the fingers, the guns moved to Spider-Man. "Get the girl out of here." Tombstone yelled. "No! I'm not leaving without him!" She cried. "Don't be stupid, Kim! Go!" Spider-Man said. Spider-Man pretended to scratch his ear and he lifted up his mask. He pressed the ear-piece and mumbled, "Amazing Quad this is Spinner. Over." "Roger Spinner, this is Amazing Quad," said Sue Storm's voice. "What's your position?" Spider-Man looked around the room. Kim was gone; safe at last. But everyone was looking at him. He scratched his ear and he mumbled, "Help."