"Wadda think is in it?" Johnny Storm asked.
"I don't know. Let's open it." Spider-Man said.
They were all huddled around the briefcase, filled with anxiety and anticipation.
Johnny Storm 'flamed on' accidentally as they opened it.
"Matchstick, put the flame out! We already got yelled at because you set off the fire alarm seven times!" Dare Devil snapped.
"Nine times, but who's counting?"
The briefcase snapped open.
It was filled with classified profiles of each and every contestant in the tournament!
"Look! Manolions!" Logan said.
"And here's Aquamarine!" Spider-Man added.
"Who?"
"A girl I met."
"Sweet."
Captain America picked up his profile.
"I have a four star rating!"
"Yeah, same here." Logan said.
"Me too." Johnny added.
"Do I?" Matt asked. "It's not in brail."
"Yes."
Ok! I do too!"
Spider-Man looked at his. He was slightly confused.
"What? What rating do you have?"
"Five."
"Why would I have the highest rating? Why me?"
"You have a lot of potential."
"You're funny."
"You're smart."
They all waited for Johnny Storm to complement him.
"Pass."
Spider-Man leapt down from the ceiling.
"What do they see in me? No one would give me a five star rating. Especially on Earth!"
"Maybe that's it." Matt Murdock said.
"What's it?"
"Maybe since you're hated on Earth, no one sees how good you really are. And maybe since you're still at it, even after Jameson and his pointless rants, that shows your determination."
"Yeah, but he hates you guys, too."
"Gee. Thanks." Logan said as he sipped a beer.
"I mean it."
"Gee. Thanks!" He repeated.
Peter couldn't sleep soundly that night. He couldn't stop thinking, stop wondering.
Why five stars? Why me?
Am I some sort of real hero?
What do these wacko people see in me that I don't even see?
Did they read the Daily Bugle?
Do they know about me?
God damn it, why is this so confusing?
Am I thinking too much of it? Is it just a rating?
Yeah. It's just a stupid rating.
Then why do I care so much...