He finally came to, hearing the hovering helicopter overhead. It was the Daily Bugle news-copter. Jonah would have a field day on this one. He'd call Spider-Man weak, and that he was dead if it wasn't for Electro's good heart. Jameson would hate him even more now...wait...hate him even more...once he knows he the reason they're...
Jameson!
He didn't even check to see if his friends were okay after that fight, he simply dove off the building and headed to the offices of the Daily Bugle.
The Fantastic Four stood where they were, watching him swing away like a bullet shot out of a gun.
"What the hell?" The Thing asked, finally saying something.
"Something must've come up, right?" Said the Human Torch, flaming down.
"He just knows things. His mind is one too complicated to understand." Mr. Fantastic said. "He tries to fix everything in the world. But the world is not his problem."
It seemed to Spider-Man he was rushing all over the place. He wasn't concentrating on anything except getting from one place to another.
I almost died. DIED. I mean, I've been in situations like that before, yeah.. But any other person...any other circumstances...I wouldn't be thinking to myself right now, would I?
Mary Jane must have been worried sick. She was probably watching the whole thing. She probably knew I'd pull through. She was probably sitting on her bed, amazed that I managed to survive, and was saying, "Go get 'em, tiger" as I swung away. I should call her later and thank her for letting me know the FF were in trouble. Hrm...I wonder if Amanda saw it on TV? Well, it doesn't matter to her, now does it? She doesn't know if she likes me or not.
Spider-Man turned a corner near the bridge and headed to the office, speeding. Speeding faster than he'd ever speeded before.
And Aunt May...she almost lost me. Like she lost Uncle Ben. Suddenly. Without a chance to say "good-bye". I haven't been around much to help her. I should spend some time with her, after I'm done saving Jameson's hide.
I don't understand why Electro didn't kill me. What, am I not miserable enough sitting there and thinking I'm gonna die? That was one of the worst moments in my life. And Jameson, the dude I'm going to go save, is going to rip me apart in the tabloids.
It was then that Spider-Man heard a cry for help. He let go of his webline and landed on a roof near the origin of the sound. There was a woman in the alley! Being mugged!
He was about to jump down, excited to punch something.
As the woman saw Spider-Man on the roof, he saw a big, fast-moving mass headed towards the Bugle building. It was Venom! Dear Lord, it was him! Spider-Man hurried after him, leaving the woman in harms way. He lost Venom a few blocks from the building, and he cursed at himself for being so slow. Well, he did almost die, so he cut himself some slack, but not a lot.
Spider-Man reached the Bugle building with ease, landing next to the window he'd always used to access Jameson's office. He crawled in, after making sure he wasn't inside already. No, he was screaming at his employees that the front page wasn't what he wanted. Spider-Man could hear him through the walls of his office.
He crawled up onto the ceiling, making sure he was hidden when Jonah entered. He splattered the big, black swivel chair with extra-sticky webbing. Jameson would have to listen to him now.