It was times like these that Spider-Man used his wacky sense of humor to get his way out of trouble. Usually he just did it to annoy the hell out of his enemies, but that's the genius of it. His opponents never knew if he was just talking or if he had a plan.
"You...are stronger...what… did you use a battery pack overnight?" Spider-Man huffed, staggering to get up.
"You think you're funny, dont'cha?" Electro said.
"Yeah…my friends say I should do stand-up. I can be seen on the 'Electro Is An Idiot' comedy tour. I tried out for 'Last Comic Standing', but they don't allow superheroes to perform. That's unfair, isn't it? Do you think I should complain?"
Electro rolled his eyes. "I'll be the one complaining. Do you ever shut up?"
Spidey smirked under his mask.
He started to pace the floor, moving his hands as he talked.
"See…I love talking. Because when I start talking and I just go on a ramble, people usually tend to stop paying attention. So when they're not paying attention, which is to my advantage, I can easily pop up and punch them in the face. Allow me to demonstrate."
Spider-Man ran straight for Electro and gave him a hard uppercut right to the chin. Electro flew backwards a few feet. If you get an uppercut from webhead, you know you'll be sore in the morning.
Spider-Man held his throbbing hand. He could picture it getting bigger with each pulse.
"Ouch. I bet that hurt me a lot more than that hurt you!" He then took a peek at the dazed man lying on the floor. "Okay, never mind."
Spider-Man used his webbing to make a cocoon around Electro, avoiding the head, because it'd be a bad thing if he stopped breathing. He carried the cursing villain over his back and climbed down the building. The bank wasn't too far from here.
Some police officers were still at the scene of the original bank heist, holding curious bystanders back. Spider-Man hung Electro from a lamp pole a block away.
"Don't worry about him, officers," Spider-Man had told them while swinging by. "The guy's an idiot!"
He used that as a diversion to go back and get his automatic camera. He hoped J. Jonah Jameson could use the photos for the next printing of the Daily Bugle. He and Aunt May really could use the extra cash to…oh, I don't know…eat.
Spider-Man hooked his camera on the usual spot on his belt and looked at the clock in the bank. The glass was shattered, but the hands still read the right time.
"I gotta get back to Aunt May!" Spider-Man told himself. He spun a webline out of a broken portion of the roof. As it attached to a taller building across the street Spider-Man was launched up into the air, heading directly for his home in Queens.
As he swung high and low, ignoring the stares from citizens below, he kept thinking to himself. And although it had already happened, and had already been embarrassing, he still just couldn't stop thinking about his drop-in with Amanda. That's all he thought about as he headed home. What did she think of Spider-Man? Or better yet, what did she think of Peter?
Peter Parker landed on the roof of his home after practicing some web-zipping on the low buildings. He threw his normal clothes over his tights and walked in the door. Aunt May was just finishing her second or possibly third bowl of cereal.
"Peter, dear! I was worried about you. I saw the fight on the television. That Spider-Man is crazy to fight a guy like that."
"Hey, Spidey's pretty tough. And I hear Electro's a total idiot."
"Peter! You're bleeding!" She said, rushing over. She looked right near his eyebrow, then hurried over to the sink to get a wet paper towel.
"Oh, yeah…some debris hit me while I was taking some pictures."
She dabbed the towel on his cut. It stung a little bit more as she pressed harder.
"I really hate when you go out in those fights, Peter! You know that!"
"Yeah, I do," He said, pushing her fragile hand away. "But I'm fine. And we need the money."
He kissed her cheek and started for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"The Bugle building. I need to develop these photos ASAP. Love you."
And with a slam of the door he was gone, leaving Aunt May all alone. She sighed to herself, cleaning the table. She worried about that boy, oh did she worry. She was afraid he'd get hurt too. And then she'd be left completely alone.
But he did seem to know what he was doing. He knew Spider-Man well, she kept telling herself. Peter's old enough to know how dangerous is too dangerous. But that Spider-Man…he just never stops. Aunt May feared he was a bad influence for Peter, a bad role model. What kind of person goes looking for trouble? It just didn't make sense.
But Peter knew better than that, she told herself. Peter's smarter, Peter's wiser, and he can make good decisions.
Unlike that Spider-Man character. He was a handful.