What was redemption, really? Spider-Man wasn't quite sure what it meant. Of course, the dictionary definition was "The Act Of Redeeming", but what did that mean? Was it really just to prove that you were all what you were cracked up to be? Or was it to prove some unspoken, unknown purpose? Spider-Man thought redemption would be easy. But it was more than making J. Jonah Jameson take back things he had written about him. It was way more than that.
Spider-Man headed out that night when he bumped into Dare Devil. "What's going down, Spider?" "Not much, D.D. How's life?" "Pretty sweet, actually." "Yeah? I wouldn't bet a rat's ass." "What's that supposed to mean?" Dare Devil asked. "Don't you have this feeling?" "Getting laid?" "No, that there is some greater...thing...out there we just don't understand." Dare Devil looked at him oddly. "Are you A: drunk, B: High or C: All of the above?" Spider-Man laughed. "You're acting very...normal, Spider-Man. I've never seen you go deep before." He shrugged. "When I'm not acting immature, I can get pretty serious." "And your serious side is what, 1 percent of your overall mood-swings?" Spider-Man looked at him. Mood swings? "Girls have mood swings! Not me! You little bitch..." he groaned as Dare Devil laughed out of sight.
Sitting on the edge of a tall building someone in the Lower East Side of Manhattan, someone pounced on top of him. "Cat!" He screamed, shoving her off of him. Black Cat stood up and brushed herself off. "Me-YOW BABY!" she laughed. "Very funny, Cat Woman. What are you doing here? You should be robbing a bank on 42nd street by now, shouldn't ya?" "Spider! You know I stopped stealing a while ago!" "Yeah? Then what's that?" He said, pulling a large diamond necklace that had been dangling from her pocket. "How do you know that's not mine?" "You're not wearing it." "So? It's...broken." "Yeah...that's why is looks fine." She snatched it from his grasp. "Okay, okay. It was a little burglary, okay? A little one!" She said, using her thumb and pointer finger to make the indication. Spider-Man took her fingers and spread them far apart. "No, it wasn't a small robbery! Cat, how many times do I have to tell you? Stealing is bad! Bad kitty! Next I'm probably gonna have to tell you not to do drugs and don't take candy from strangers!" "Call me 'kitty' one more fucking time..." She warned.
Spider-Man shook his head and snatched the necklace again. "No, I am taking this to the cops. I'll say I found it on the street or something." "No! That's mine!" "I said no, 'kitty'!" He laughed. Black Cat growled. She pushed him off of the roof, and he had to reach out his hand to stick to the wall. "Bitch!" "Told 'ya not to call me that! Keep the fucking necklace! It was ugly anyway!" She pouted as she leaped away. That darn Cat! Spider-Man left the necklace on the desk of a police chief of a station that was nearby.
He sat down and plotted his next move against Jameson. He was very pissed off at him, sure. But it was more frustration than anger. He tried to do the right thing; he tried as hard as he could! But it was never good enough for Jameson. No, he'd been feeling out-of-whack lately. Maybe one, last prank would do it...no, not a prank. Pranks were immature...but they were fun! No, Spider-Man had an idea what to do to get back at Jameson...get an exclusive interview with another newspaper!
Spider-Man waltzed his way into the offices of a brand new paper that was one of Jameson's biggest competitors, The New York Extra. It was very chilly out, and it looked like it'd rain. He'd never seen so many clouds before! "Hello, secretary lady! I'd like an interview with the esteemed publisher of this paper! And, now would be a pretty good time." He pointed out. The lady at the desk nervously dialed a number. "Sir? Yes, sir...its...uh...Spider-Man, sir. He wants and interview. Now, sir. Okay. Sir." "Okay. I'm guessing is name is 'Sir'." Spider-Man asked, crossing his arms. "His Name is James Brody. He'll see you now. Fifth floor, first door on your left." "Super! Oh, and if any cops come by here, you didn't see me." He said, entering the elevator. The people inside didn't know what to make of it. Spider-Man. In the elevator. What the fuck?
Spider-Man exited the elevator after a huge awkward silence and entered the room. "James! Wazzap my home-dawg?" The man didn't know what to do. He was a portly dude, wearing a light blue shirt and yellow tie that Spider-Man thought was very tacky. He had short, gray hair and pretty big ears. "Spider-Man thank you for coming. This is how it'll work. I'm going to record our conversation, then print it all out in the paper." Wow, thought Spider-Man. Either this dude is seriously nervous or seriously unprofessional! "Yeah, few things, though. No changing my quotes around, no making me look like a dick, and the headline on the front page-this will be on the front page right- will be something with me getting back at Jameson. Mr. Brody nodded and pressed record on the tape recorder.
"Spider-Man. Why are you here?" "I'm here to get my real words out. 'Cause every time I go to The Daily Bugle, Jameson fucks 'em up!" "Um...watch your language?" "Sorry." "Okay, next question, what is it exactly that makes you hate Jameson?" "It's that he doesn't give me a chance. He doesn't show the hero I am and it makes the whole city think I'm a loser." Brody nodded. "If you could tell Jameson anything right now, what would it be?" "Fuck off and die. I don't need your aggravation and selfishness on my mind 24/7." Brody nodded again. "I understand everything you're going through, Spider-Man." "No, see, no one does. No one else is being trashed like this. Well...not as much. I understand that people have opinions, but not when douche-bags like J. Jonah Jameson makes them up. I just want a chance to do my part." Brody smiled. "You are doing your part. You must be one of the greatest superheroes of our time." Spider-Man smiled. Finally. Someone understood.
Spider-Man didn't answer any more questions. He went over to the window and said, "Headline: 'Spider-Man Reveals The Read Jameson: Fraud, Liar, Accuser, and Sad Little Man'! I gotta go. I have issues about being in one room at once...plus, my spider-sense is...never mind..." Spider-Man lied as he dove out the window. He wanted to see the headline tomorrow. He really did.
As he landed with a soft bump, something weird happened. The clouds started to...glow. A high wind picked up, too. Spider-Man had a bad feeling about this. Then all of a sudden, the clouds directly above his head shifted, revealing a large clear patch in the sky. He looked up at it, but this beam of a turquoise light clouded his view. All of a sudden, he blanked out.