He didn't feel any pain. He thought dying would be a lot worse. He still had his air mask, but how long would that last? He floated for a few seconds, wondering if the change in pressure would make him explode, or if he'd simply float in space until he didn't have a gasp of air left in his body.

He hoped it was the first one. Short. Quick. No Pain. No Suffering.

But he didn't explode.

Great. It was the second one.

After all I've been through…after all the evil villains I've faced…this is the way it's gonna end…in space. No dramatic ending. No one around. Just poof-and I'll be gone.

Will I be missed? Will I become really famous after I die, like van Gough or Monet? Will anyone remember me as who I really was? Will I be talked about thirty-fifty years from now?

How will Mary Jane be? What will happen to her? I let her down. I let her down. I told her I'd be there for her. To protect her. To love her. I guess I will, in a sense.

I'll be looking down on her. And on everyone else.

Or I'll be looking up. Depends, really.

I wonder if there is a heaven or a hell. Where will I go? Heaven, I hope. I've done good. I've saved a lot of people. But I guess I've killed a lot, too. But they were bad-…evil. I had to. I really had no choice…

I wonder if there really is no unforgivable sin.

As he floated helplessly and at the mercy of the almighty universe, he just waited for his demise. The end of the Amazing Spider-Man.

But then Wolverine shot at the second enemy ship that was coming towards them. It exploded within seconds.

The force from the explosion thrust Spider-Man forward. He kept moving forward at a quick pace until he crashed into the windshield of the Headmistress' ship.

He stuck to it for quite some time until she ordered one of her larger guards to get him.

Boy, am I happy to see you guys!

He was thrown onto the floor, but he didn't mind. It felt good to have gravity again.

"Spider-Man! Tell us the coordinates that your ship is traveling to!" The Headmistress demanded.

He didn't answer. He breathed in deeply, savoring each breath.

Ah, Good 'Ol Air! I Knew You'd Never Let Me Down!

"Answer me!"
"D'ya mind, lady?" He said, taking in a few more breaths. In and out, in and out.

"Ok," He said, standing up. "What didja want?"

"Where is the ship going?"

"How the heck should I know? Ask your pilot."

"Not my ship, yours!"

"How should I know?" He snapped.

"You were driving it!"

"It was on auto pilot!"

"Oh really?" She sneered.

"Yeah! Really!"

Then he sighed. He didn't want to argue with this pathetic lady.

He was just happy to be alive.

"I really don't know, ma'am." He lied.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"I dunno. I'm not your conscience."

Then they flew to the rear of the ship. Wolverine had attacked.

"This one's for Spider-Man!" Johnny's voice said through the speaker.

Spider-Man tried to move to the front.

They were hit again.

"Web Head didn't deserve it!" Dare Devil said.

They were attacked again.

Then came Mary Jane, in tears. "You will pay for the pain you caused him!"

"God Damn It, I'm On The Ship! Stop Shooting!"

"Spider-Man?" Said everyone on the ship.

The Headmistress was making her way to the front of the ship now. It was an extremely large ship, so it was taking a while.

"Yeah. I'm alive."

"Oh my god!"

"I'm trapped on board. Any ideas?"

Johnny Storm zoomed their escape pod next to the ship.

Spider-Man took his air mask and leaped out of a window. He didn't bother shutting it. Ha ha.

He hated the sensation of zero gravity. He felt like he was going to die again.

But everyone was at the window waiting for him.

As soon as he was near, they opened it, dragged him inside, and closed it again as quickly as possible.

Mary Jane smothered him.

"Oh Baby! You're Alive! You're okay!"

Spider-Man didn't bother getting up from the floor. He knew Mary Jane wouldn't let him.

"Should I blow 'em up, Captain Spider-Man?" He heard Wolverine say.

Spider-Man thought for a moment.

"Yeah. Make sure this tournament is never held ever again.

And with a beautiful display of fireworks, the Headmistress was gone. And they were all safe. They drove away with a feeling of pride and pain. There was no fun in taking the lives of others. Even if they were the most vile, evil people you have ever met.

I wonder how assassins like Elektra live with themselves.