Peter just wanted school to be over. He just wanted to go to save J. Jonah Jameson's ass, beat up Electro, set things straight with Eddie, maybe visit Amanda's mom in the hospital, and call it a day. Should he pick up flowers? That'd be nice of him…but with what money? His costume doesn't have pockets!
Finally science class ended, which was the last class of the day, and everyone was heading out the door and out of the building. Peter went into the boy's bathroom and changed into Spider-Man. He put his 'nerd clothes' in his backpack and climbed onto the ceiling and out through an air vent.
He was out swinging in no time, his backpack flopping all over the place. He headed straight for the Daily Bugle building, after dropping his backpack off at his house. He just left it in his bedroom through the open window. Aunt May heard him, so he left quickly.
He could just picture the look on Jameson's face. J. Jonah Jameson, who had hated Spider-Man since, well, ever, would be saved by him. Spider-Man didn't expect a 'thank you' or even a smile. What he did expect was 'Spider-Man! I knew you were working with these hooligans! I knew it! I knew it!'.
Spider-Man landed inside the office of J. Jonah Jameson, who was on his second lunch break. He sat there and waited. It was three fifty. What, was Eddie Brock and his crew on a tight schedule? Were they coming at four exactly? Spider-Man chuckled. Supervillains. Whatever.
Jameson was back in his office at four fifteen. The stupid trio must be running late. Or maybe Eddie lied. Yeah. That's logical.
That's when Electro crashed into the office, followed by Venom and Carnage.
"Jameson!"
Spider-Man leaped down from his hiding place on the ceiling, guarding Jameson at his desk.
"I don't think so!"
"You! Who invited you?" Electro yelled.
"I did, stupid! You think I'd actually work with Carnage?" Venom laughed, punching Carnage in the face. Carnage sneered, and his body formed into six sets of different sized knives, each one looking even sharper.
"Finally! I knew this'd never work out! Sorry, Sparky!"
And the knives shot out at Venom and Spider-Man. Spider-Man dodged each one with the help of his spider-sense, but Venom just leaped out the window.
Carnage dove after him, as Spider-Man predicted.
"Jameson, get the hell outta here!" Spider-Man snapped, staring down Electro.
"Are you nuts? This is gonna be one hell of a story!"
"Jameson!"
Spider-Man was thrown through the wall, crashing on Betty Brant's desk.
"Shi…I mean, crap." He said, getting up slowly. Electro was a frigging moron, and he sent him flying through a wall. Embarrassing, much.
Spider-Man sat on the desk, staring at everyone. That's when he spotted Mary Jane, Harry, and Amanda.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He pointed at Mary Jane. "Get out!"
"Betty Brant was showing us around…and then…"
"I don't care M.J.! Move! Go! It's too dangerous in here!"
Carnage, peeking through a window, saw Spider-Man chatting with these little kids. He grinned.
"Look, get your friends out of here. I don't care what the hell you were doing! Go!"
"You know him?" Harry asked.
He heard Venom's roar, and everyone got a case of the chills.
"Are you not scared? Do you not know there are three crazed supervillains running around? Get the hell out of here now! NOW!"
"Right! Right! Guys, move it! Now! Come on!" Mary Jane said, pushing them. She looked at Spider-Man once again.
"Go!"
"How does he know us?" Harry kept asking.
"Just move! Just move!" Mary Jane said, thinking of ideas for how Spider-Man knows all their names. Good going, Parker!
Spider-Man leaped back inside with Electro, who had Jameson in a chokehold.
"Electro…let him go."
"No! No! I've planned this for too long!"
"Electro! The man hates me! Do you really think I care a lot about him? Plus, it'd be a murder. Yeah, that'd go good at your trial!"
"Trail? I'm not giving up."
"No…but again, remember I said about the talking thing?" Spider-Man smiled and launched a powerful uppercut at him. It was the same one he had used once before to subdue him on that rooftop.
"Same old tricks…same old Electro…"
