As Carnage rambled on and on about something, the webswinger wasn't paying attention, he tried to figure out how he could get all three of them out of there at one time…and fast.
Carnage would kill one of them if he went back and forth.
Carnage would totally kill any one of them without a doubt.
Too bad he couldn't just yank them away with his webs.
Wait…his webs…!
In one, quick motion, Spider-Man sent a big, goosing blob of webbing to the three hostages, who had most likely already pissed their pants. They were tangled together in his webbing now. He yanked the end of the web, sending all three of them flying at the same time towards him. He caught the mass of teenagers and started to run away, scared Carnage would come and kill all of them.
He hung them from a lamppost and stood there, unsure of what to do. He had to fight Carnage, but he had a bad shoulder. He'd been shot, for crying out loud! He just couldn't get a break! Maybe a break in the leg or arm, but that's not what he was talking about.
Spider-Man watched as Carnage leapt at him. His body was screaming, Go! Go! Go! Run! You can make it! But his mind was just saying, Why? You're wounded. You're dead anyway.
That's when this huge creature appeared out of nowhere, taking Carnage out in midair. Spider-Man smiled behind his mask. Eddie Brock.
The guys from S.H.E.I.L.D. and the Vault were going crazy now. They were all over Carnage and Venom, trying to intervene but pretty scared. Spider-Man spotted J. Jonah Jameson talking to a guard from the Vault. Jameson never missed a chaotic moment for his paper. That guard seemed familiar…
Oh my god! He's the asshole that shot me!
Spider-Man jumped down, being sure not to make eye contact with Carnage, and walked right up to the guard. He showed him his arm.
"You shot me!"
"Spider-Man? You're under arrest! It's about time you turned yourself in."
"Did I say that? No. All I said was, "YOU FRIGGING SHOT ME!" You! Did this! To me!" He said, pointing to his shoulder.
"I was doing my job." The guard said, aware that Spider-Man was extremely pissed off.
"I don't really care!"
That's when another guard ripped his splint off from behind. The guard that put the bullet in his shoulder twirled a set of handcuffs around his pointer finger.
This is not happening…"Spider-Man, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and-"
"No!" shrieked a voice.
It was Amanda, the girl who hated Spider-Man, running over to his rescue.
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Unforunately I will be unable to update this story soon. I am moving out-of-state and I will not have a computer for a while. Right now I do not have one, and I am at a friend's house right now. I'm really sorry for the inconvience.
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