"Out of gas?"
"Yeah!"
"How do we refill the tank?" Captain America asked.
Abba pulled a large jug from under the seat.
"Escape pods always keep extra gasoline underneath the seat closest to the door." She explained.
"Where's the pump?" He asked her.
"Outside, of course!"
Spider-Man gave the wheel to Johnny.
"I'm going in…well…out."
"You can't!" Mary Jane said as he put on an air mask.
"Yeah, I have to! I'm the only one who can change the gas."
"Why?"
"I have to cling onto the ship like I do on the ceiling. Otherwise I'd be flown off into space to float forever!"
Captain America came over to add his unwanted opinion.
"He's right, Miss. Spider-Man, be careful."
He nodded as he opened the door. Everyone held onto something as he was pulled outside. The door closed.
He stuck onto the ship, trying hard not to let go. He moved, inch by inch. Then the ships noticed him, and started firing. Good thing the shield was up.
Spider-Man moved faster towards the rear, holding the jug under his arm.
The wind was pulling him backwards; he could feel the pressure crushing him.
Almost there…His eyes started tearing. He gritted his teeth to try and pull through.
I gotta do it…He passed the halfway mark, only a few more feet. But it seemed like a few more miles.
For Mary Jane…He reached it, opened the lid and poured the gasoline in.
FOR MARY JANE…He closed the lid and started making his way back. Then, too his horror, the shield around the escape pod disappeared.
"Oh No!" He heard everyone scream from inside the ship.
The pressure increased. He couldn't hang on! The pressure…it was killing him!
He closed his eyes.
Took a deep breath.
Mary Jane…He Let Go.